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  • B"H


    WHO IS BOB????


    If I'm successful I'll post this topic shortly. In case there are any folks out there who might think that I'm nuts, this post might add fuel to the fire. We'll see. Every now and then this exchange takes place with my family.



    "Blah blah blah." (I make some odd or wierd comment)


    "Abba, that was a strange thing to say." (The usual remarks of my family)


    "Well, I try." (My response to them)


    "Oh that's not necessary." (Their snide assessment that being strange comes naturally to me)


    Having shared that, I guess I've set the stage for all sorts of remarks from my xanga friends as well.


    Do have a nice day everybody.


    Shlomo

  • B"H


    I arrived safe and sound here in sunny Southern California yesterday. It was a long day starting at 4:30 AM. I met a very bright and funny guy named Glen on the airlplane. He and his family live in Chicago and were travelling to Calif. to visit their family. Glen is an English professor at Northwestern and his wife Rebecca is a physician. He and I shared one side of the aisle while Rebecca and their boys filled the opposite side.


    There's a very interesting story which I shall share a little later. Right now I'm off to the SCORR event at Biola. So far I had a great time earlier visiting with my old friend from High School Larry. He is a movie and TV actor who has been in several small parts of many big movies and shows. More on that later too. TAFN.


    Blessings,


    Shlomo

  • B"H


    UPCOMING CALIFORNIA TRIP


    On Thursday I am leaving for California, Biola University that is. There's a SCORR (Student Conference on Racial Reconciliation) that I'll be attending this Friday and Saturday.


    More info on this later. I would appreciate your prayers for safe travel and a fruitful time at the conference too. I hope to meet some interesting people there.


    Blessings,


    Shlomo


     

  • B"H


    Such a long time since I last wrote an entry for here. Actually I wrote something just about two weeks ago, but due to a technical error it was all lost. I keep saying that I'm going to stop writing my posts live and instead compose them on a word processor and then cut and paste, but so far and even now I have yet to follow that advice.


    Right now it's Thursday morning ~ 2:00 AM. On Friday at 4PM a bunch of guys from our neighborhood are coming over to start moving our furniture out of the apartment. Ha ha, no. We're moving yes, but not very far. One block south and one block west. For the past 8 years we have been dwelling in a 2 bedroom apartment on the 3rd floor of a 6 flat. Now we are moving into a house with 3 bedrooms, a full livingroom/diningroom, a basement and a backyard. We will have a lot more space and once again we are planning to entertain guests on a regular basis.


    So sorry that I haven't kept everybody up-to-date regarding the current events of our lives, or even of my own life. This past week was the Feast of Tabernacles (Booths). This comes at the end of the Fall Festivals and accordingly the Torah scroll is rewound and the annual reading cycle starts over. The last of the weekly Torah portions is called Vezot HaBrachah - And This is the Blessing. May it be, my dear friends, that I might start over and do better this time of staying current with this journaling project.


    More to follow shortly - hmmm, promises promises.


    Shlomo

  • B"H


    Just a brief heads-up. Interesting post soon forthcoming. (Don't believe everything you read). 10/27/2005


    I have been mulling over some thoughts and ideas for a few weeks and I think I may be able to actually pen something a bit later today.


    News, for those who may not know and yet are still interested. Joe Blough has been back in the nest for just over two weeks now. As might be expected, by those who know anything of this situation, there have been good days and bad since his return. Perhaps I'll share more about that later, but no promises there.


    (PDH, sorry about the e-mail I sent you two weeks ago. I will write you something personally soon to apologize more properly and provide some explanation for the apparent strangeness of it.)


    Last weekend Mim, her friend Liz and I attended a communities conference hosted by SMC (Shalom Missions Communities). The event itself was not so spectacular, although it was good, but I had a GREAT time due to the several in-depth conversations I had with different people. This was my primary reason for going, and I was NOT disappointed. I plan to post something of a report about this too. Check back later.


    Got to run now, but writing these new posts is high on my priority list of THINGS TO DO.


    Blessings,


    Shlomo

  • B"H


    A Few Thoughts From an In-between Place


    Ha ha, I like creating these odd and sometimes interesting titles for my posts, but last time I think the title and the substance didn't match very well. I intended to share about something quite positive and never quite got to it. Instead, I was racing headstrong down into a very dark place. Thankfully I ran out of time and then later had a chance to reconsider my direction.


    I still would like to say a few things about Family & Friends, but that'll have to wait a while I guess. Right now it's 6:15 in the morning and I have other thoughts filling my spaced-out brain.


    So, what is an in-between place you ask? (No one really asks these questions of course, but it helps me to organize my thoughts to pretend so at times.) In my world, this is that emotional state when things are neither all good nor all bad. Sort of a mixture of both. I tend to live most of my life in such a place as this. Generally I'm very optimistic about life. Some of my non-cyber friends might challenge that statement, but if I might be allowed to ellaborate, I think I can erase their charges of hypocrisy and false self-representation.


    I think of myself as being optimistic in the long run. In the present I think that all sorts of "bad" things can and very likely will happen to most of us. These seemingly "bad" things however, are often necessary to mold us into a better reflection of our maker.


    The analogy that comes to mind at this time is that of a reflection and a true image. When one looks at a reflection it is always best to remember that there is a vast difference between the reflection and the true image. Our perception of the true image can be skewed in many ways that will give us a false view of what is real. First, let's consider the integrity of the reflecting medium. If this medium is marred in some way, (murky water in a pool, a cracked or tarnished mirror,) the reflection we see will be vastly different from the true image. Think of those mishapenned mirrors they use at a carnival where a person can look either stretched out and extremely thin, or compressed down and fattened up. Not only do we need a clear and precise reflecting medium, but we also need for that medium to be in the proper relationship or alignment with the true image. If the mirror is tilted, the reflection we see might be elongated or distorted in some way. If the angle we are viewing from is too extreme, we might not see any reflection or worse yet, the reflection we do see might be of an entirely different object.


    Our understanding of GOD and His world may be quite distorted if either the medium through which we view Him is marred or we are in some way out of proper alignment with Him. As we begin reading and studying the Bible I think that we need to start with a high view of the character of GOD Himself. What is He like? What do we know of His personality traits? Is He a hard taskmaster? Does He give second chances to those who fail to meet His high standards? Since we were made from the dust of the earth, what can we ever do that will truely bless and please Him? These and a host of other similar questions need to be settled early on as we seek to grow as believers and His disciples.


    In returning to my original point of being optimistic. I think that GOD uses "hard" or "bad" things in our experiences to clear up our vision of Him and set us in proper relationship. I may be extremely frustrated with my lack of progress in developing more refined social skills. I may be hurt or crushed by rejection from either other people or from a bad situation (being fired from a job or dumped by a loved one). I may be crippled by anxiety due to fear of failure in some area of my life. I believe that GOD uses all these "things" and more to form us into vessels of honor in His service.


    So, when I fall down I take heart, because I know that GOD is never taken by surprise, by any of the things that we do. He knew what kind of characters we were before He ever accepted us as His People. Although I fail, time and time again, I know that somehow, in the end, GOD will use all these things for His glory and that is why I'm optimistic.


    Blessings,


    Shlomo

  • B"H


    The Gift of Family & Friends


     


    Time for a new post. Way overdue actually. Although I don't like this fact about myself, I'm a very moody person, all too often. I'm not generally depressed, although I have experienced that emotion in the past, but I have an abiding feeling of sadness and disappointment most of the time.


    Although I have struggled with issues of self-disclosure here in this public arena, today I'll break out and pull back the curtain a little bit.


    One reason that I don't share too much about my personal life has to do with safety and security concerns, but that's not all there is to it. I don't live in this world all by myself. I have my family and their privacy concerns at the forefront of my thinking whenever I sit here to write stuff. I have also felt restrained by my desire not to bring others down, just because I am down.


    With those few words as a preface, let me now attempt to share some of my current feelings and frustrations.


    For the past 2 years I have been in a place of limbo regarding membership in a body of believers. For several sad reasons I left the congregation I had joined a few years prior. I didn't leave on bad terms, and so conceivably, I could go back there any time, but other than to visit I doubt that will be happening.


    Our family moved here, to the midwest, to learn about living in community from Reba Place Fellowship 8 years ago. We relocated 900 miles from Long Island, NY without any family or jobs here. Our primary focus and concern at that time, was seeking to learn about living together with other believers and hopefully becoming equipped to return to Long Island and start a Messianic Jewish Community there. A lot of things have changed between then and now.


    In the timetable of events, we moved here to Evanston, IL between the passing of both of my parents. My Mother died in July of 1996 and my Father in January of 1998. Since I have no brothers or sisters there was then much less of a natural reason to return to Long Island. Penninah is also from New York, but her parents relocated to the South after they retired and her brother and sister both live in California now.


    I wanted to sort of function as an assistant to the Rabbi of the Messianic congregation that we were a part of when we moved here, but that didn't work out. Rabbi Ron told me that I should seek to get some sort of credentials or at least formal education like a Bible school or seminary. He suggested that I consider going to the school that he attended (CFNI = Christ for the Nations, Int'l) which is in Dallas, TX. Both Penninah and I had strong feelings against this idea because it would mean at least 2 more moves for our family, one to Texas and then another back to Long Island. Why couldn't I find some school around here in the Chicagoland area and then only move once more back to Long Island? Moody Bible Institute here in Chicago has a department of Jewish Studies now so I thought that perhaps this might be a solution to my dilemma. I was more than a little uncertain though, because I had tried to attend Moody many years ago, when I first got out of the Service (1975), and they had a strong anti-charismatic policy in place. I had heard that this had changed, but I still had other thoughts and reservations about it all.


    As it turned out, it was true that Moody had relaxed its policy in regard to spiritual gifts and speaking in tongues in particular, but now a different hurdle was standing in my path. I have never wanted to be a sole leader of a congregation. Ever since the days when I was part of starting a congregation (1977) I have not considered myself to be equipped to be a Pastor/Rabbi. Indeed there are some things that I think I do fairly well and I enjoy them, but counseling and adminstration are not among them. To make a long story short, here's what happened. Moody has an option available whereby an individual can attend and study for one or two years and take elective courses of their own choosing. At the end of this time they receive a certificate and go their way. This sounded just great to me and Rabbi Ron too. The obstacle that we faced and ultimately were blocked by however, was that this option was only available to those individuals who were sent or reffered by a mission board or agency, NOT a congregation. Rabbi Ron really tried his best on my behalf. He wrote a letter and had several extensive phone conversations, but in the end I could only attend Moody if I wanted to pursue a 3 or 4 year degree.


    Being such an academic rebel all my life really cost me this time. I have to believe that GOD had/has something yet in store for me, but it gets hard waiting without even knowing what one is waiting for.


    Penninah and I both loved the people at Shaarei HaShamayim (Gates of Heaven), but other than that we didn't feel any desire to return to Long Island to live. The cost of living there is higher than here and without the prospects of actually starting a community or being part of a leadership team in a congregation, why would we go back there? So, we settled in here for the long haul.


    This October we will celebrate 21 years as a married couple. Being here in this two bedroom apartment for 8 years is the longest we have lived in any one place. There's lots of great things about this place, but of course there are also some drawbacks.


    I love Reba Place Fellowship and Reba Place Church also. I love our neighborhood and the unique privilege it affords us by having some many believers right here in close proximity. Within  a 3X5 block area most of the people in the Fellowship and congregation live. Because they are believers, we share a place of common ground in our experience of the New Birth. On the other hand, because we are Jewish and they are Christians we have a certain degree of division between us also.


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    In my next post, which will hopefully be later today, I'll share more about this theological/sociological divide and why it makes me sad.


    Blessings in the name of the LORD,


    Shlomo


     

  • B"H


      


    WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?


     


    When you get to be as old as I am, you will see not only the passing of one season into another, but one era into another as well. For the past several years I have taken up the odd interest of pulling weeds in our front yard. Why is this odd you ask? Hmm, considering that we live in an apartment building, as mere renters, might give you some clue I guess. Even though we don’t “own” this place, I still feel a certain sense of “ownership” anyway. I like seeing a nicely maintained lawn. I feel that by pulling the weeds in this small domain, I might be making some real, although slight, improvement to the appearance of the neighborhood at large. One of the highly respected men on our block recently gave me a sort of back-handed compliment. Since I’m out in the yard nearly six days a week, sometimes for as much as an hour and a half, I see a lot of my neighbors as they come and go. One day, as this fine gentleman and his wife were walking by, he remarked that I was determined, however foolish, in my efforts to remove all the weeds by hand. It was nice I guess to be regarded as steadfast and consistent. Worse things could have been said I’m sure.


     


    So, in my own small way, I’m out there; laboring in the yard pulling weeds and trying to “be a farmer.” (Reference a previous post). I’d like to make the world a better place, both physically and spiritually. I talk to people about GOD and what I think it means to follow Him in our world today, but I also believe that He is glorified by the works of our hands, as we care for the domain he has set us in.


     


    Being a mere child in the 50’s, I don’t have much first hand memory of the Beat Era. This was the time of the Beatniks of course; Alan Ginsberg, Andy Warhol, Jack Kerouac, Jackson Pollack and many, many others. Their influence was pervasive in many aspects of our culture; art, music, literature, etc. They were rebels for sure, but I think that most of us would do well to be rebels in our time also. Rebellion against tyranny is held in high regard in our western culture. The Beatniks regarded the principalities that shaped and controlled their world as tyrants, and thus they rejected them as best they could. In this, was both their strength and their weakness. Their critique of the world, as they knew it, was accurate and useful, but they were sorely lacking in offering a viable means of making things better. Blind optimism is never helpful in the long run. Just thinking or hoping, that things will be better someday, won’t make it happen. Maybe pulling weeds by hand is a foolish endeavor after all, but I think that such an action points to the possibility of what could be, and thus fosters hope.


     


    Coming on the heels of the Beat Era was the 60’s and the Hippie movement. For better or worse, I knew this era very well. Although I never ran away from home and moved into a crash pad, I was a sort of weekend hippie during part of my High School years. For the most part, my interest and involvement with the Hippie culture was external. I liked the psychedelic music, the clothes people wore, and the way they spoke, but I didn’t fully agree with their ideology, then or now. Most of the social commentaries that report on the Hippies tend to write them off as drug addicted dropouts from society. This assessment is not without its merits, but neither does it paint a complete picture. The Hippies, like the Beatniks before them and the New Agers and Punks after them, had a good as well as a dark side.


     


    I became a believer in 1973 during an era called the Jesus Movement. Although this movement was of short duration, it had a tremendous and long lasting impact. Two of the largest modern denominations came out of this time period. (Calvary Chapel and The Vineyard). For the most part, the Jesus Movement was populated by Hippies and Hippie-types – low level wannabees. (I fear that to some extent, this is where I fit in. I never experimented with drugs or ran away, but I did embrace the nomenclature and some of the “look” of the movement.) In 1967, when the Jesus Mvmt is said to have begun, the Hippies and street people had a head-to-head clash with the Son of GOD. The Flower Children were swept into the Kingdom of GOD in vast numbers. In 1971, in Calvary Chapel alone, approximately 100 people per week were responding to altars calls and making professions of faith. This level of religious fervor is what gives credence to the notion that this was a true revival in our times.


     


    I went to Costa Mesa, Calif. in July of 1974 and visited Calvary Chapel in person. The place was so huge I had to look up to see if it was enclosed. I had the feeling of being in a mall or something. The occasion of my visit was nothing special. I went with a friend of mine (Gary Ray, where are you?) who wanted to visit his Grandmother near there in San Diego. We drove down from Sherman Oaks and attended a Thursday night Bible study. There was no great fanfare, just Chuck Smith teaching his way through the Book of Acts. Although I’m not trained as an assessor of crowds, I estimated that there were no less than two thousand people in attendance that night. It was truly awesome.


     


    So, what happened over a period of time to the Hippie/Jesus Freaks? Hmm, that’s a good question. In Matthew’s Gospel chapter 13, Jesus tells the parable of a man who plants seed in a field. Some fell by the wayside and was eaten by fowls. Some fell upon stony ground and died due to the heat and lack of roots. Some grew up among thorns and was choked by the thickets. Others took root in good soil though and grew and brought forth fruit. So also was it with the Jesus Freaks. Some fell away because they didn’t get established in the Word of GOD. Some were drawn away after other interests. Some had their faith compromised by the cares of this world. Others flourished and grew and became faithful witnesses to the grace of GOD. The Jesus Mvmt started outside the boundaries of organized religion. It wasn’t official trained clergy who started the movement or who sustained it either. The Spirit of the LORD was moving like the wind, touching and changing lives according to the dictates of His own will.


     


    After the era of the Jesus People (~ 1967-1975), hordes of new believers filled congregations all across the country. In addition to the influx of new faces in the crowd, the Jesus People brought


    ideas and thoughts from their Hippie days with them. Some of these were good and others weren’t. Penninah, my wife, was one step too late for the Jesus Mvmt. She became a believer in 1980 after the entire era was over. Even though she missed the main event, she nevertheless embodies many of the values and practices made popular then. One thing that I’d like to celebrate about my good friend is her unending sense of caring for other people.


     


    Last week Penninah was working at a conference in downtown Chicago. She is a student at Roosevelt University in the Hospitality and Service Industry and from time to time her professors arrange opportunities to either work or volunteer at conferences and trade shows in the area. Sometime during this last event she met a lovely woman from PA named Cheryl. As it turned out, Cheryl is a profession therapist and was attending the conference on business. My wonderful wife noticed that Cheryl was alone and invited her to come join us for dinner and a time out at a local blues club after the events of the day were over. Cheryl was very touched by this act of kindness from strangers, as most of us would be I think. We drove her up here to our neighborhood, took her out to eat and had a great time listening to music (blues) for several hours. Because of this, and other such actions, my wife is rightly entitled to her chosen e-mail address - the hippyhousewife. (Hippie is mispelled due to an error on the part of her husband who set this up for her, grr.) Just as the Hippies were famous for their informalities and spontaneity, so too is my wife known for her genuine sense of hospitality and inclusion.


     


    Praise be to GOD! Thank you LORD for the many blessings you have invested in my life through this wonderful servant of Yours. I am inspired and encouraged by her continual example of showing Your love and care in various practical ways. Watch over her and keep her ever near to Your heart. Protect her from evil and harm and cause the works of her hands to always bring glory to Your Holy Name. Ahmayn!! (Amen!!)


     


    Blessings to all,


     


    Shlomo


     

  • B"H


    I received this poem a few years ago from Rabbi Michael Becker. To date the author is unknown. Rav Becker shared this once during a sermon. I have thought back to it on several occasions since then. I'm sharing it here, not only because I like this kind of poetry, but because I think it has a valuable message to teach.


    I Saw Them Tearing A Building Down


    "I saw them tearing a building down,


    A gang of men in a busy town.


    I asked the foreman, 'Are these men skilled?


    The men you'd hire if you had to build?'


     


    He gave a laugh, and said, 'No indeed,


    Just common labor is all I need.


    I can easily wreck in a day or two,


    What builders have taken a year to do.'


     


    They swung a beam and a side wall fell.


    And I thought to myself as I went my way,


    Which of these roles have I tried to play?


     


    Am I a builder who works with care,


    Measuring life with a rule and a square?


    Am I shaping my deeds to a well-made plan,


    Patiently doing the best I can?


    Or am I a wrecker who roams the town,


    Content with the labor of tearing down?"


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    Any thoughts or comments? Excellence should be the standard that we all use to measure our work and labors. This is not to say that the LORD judges us by this type of criteria. One of the most harmful ideas that many believers are inflicted with is the concept that GOD relates to us on the basis of a performance orientation. Seen in this view is the divine plan to bring us to frustration as we realize the futility of trying to achieve perfection in our thoughts and deeds. When we come to the end of ourselves, sort of like the 'prodigal son,' GOD the Father is ready and waiting to extend mercy and grace to us as we return to Him in humble sincerity.


    While I agree that this is the place we all must come to, the recognition that we are unable to do and to be what GOD requires without His Spirit and Life in us, I object to the notion that "works" are essentially bad and are to be regarded as an expression of the flesh. See the last verses of Psalm 90 where the writer (traditionally understood to be Moses) asks GOD to establish the work of our hands. For sure, we are not saved by our works, but we have been called unto the vocation of showing the glory of GOD by our works. In simplier terms I have heard it said, "We have been saved to serve."


    I close this post today with this thought. I have wanted to find an artist to make me a poster with a picture and a caption above and underneath. The picture would be of a farmer with a pitchfork in his hand. The heading above the picture would read:


    Look to the Farmer: The Symbol of Excellence


    Underneath, the caption would say:


    EVERYONE KNOWS THAT FARMERS ARE OUTSTANDING IN THEIR FIELDS!


     


    Peace and blessings,


    Shlomo

  • B"H


    It's been a while since my last update. I keep wanting to write more stuff here, but I put it off and then forget whatever was previously on my mind.


    Right now there's a bunch of things pending. I hope I'm successful with at least half of them.



    1. A rare personal note. Not a personal look at my present life as much as a reflection, from my perspective, of who I am and why some things turned out the way they did.

    2. "And these two shall become one." A brief report on a wonderful wedding we attended this weekend.

    3. One massive burden relieved. A few months ago I made a terrible mistake of judgement. I cut off a great e-mail correspondence for no real good reason.

    4. There are other things to add to this list for sure, but I think this is quite enough to hold you for a while.

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    1) Sometime around the Fall of 2000 I think, or maybe it was 2001, I happened upon the website www.Classmates.com . I checked out my HS and sure enough there was an active community of former classmates who were now scattered all over the globe. I spent untold hours there, lurking and laughing and crying. I read stories that described teachers I knew and some I didn't know. I read about events I was familiar with and others which were new to me. I also read nostalgic reflections about the town - Glen Cove, NY.


    Since I graduated 35 years ago, a lot of changes have taken place since then. Stores we used to frequent every day are now being run by new faces and some no long exist. At this point I transitioned from a lurker to a participant. I know my old home town fairly well on several levels. Because I lived there for over 40 years, excepting three years in the South when I was in the Service, I knew a lot about the current events of the place. I also possessed a thorough knowledge of the local geography. From 1979 - 81 I had a job delivering newspapers. I knew every street in Glen Cove and the immediate towns adjacent to it.


    It's funny to look back on how things have changed in my life. I thought that I would always live there and remain a vital part of the local scene. I ran a tutoring program through a non-profit agency at one point and thus had access to people in the high school. It was very empowering to sit in a conference room in my former high school and go through records of students who failed the BCT (Basic Compentency Test). I was given this privilege because I was then able to contact the students and their parents and explain the services we offered through our agency.


    I was a board member of another non-profit organization for nearly 15 years. This group was involved in providing 2 - 4 bedroom apartments to middle and low income level renters. I was a regular member for several years before becoming vice Pres. and then Pres. Although I truly was the "President" of the board, it was really a figure-head position. The real President was Mary, a much older woman who was actually a peer of my Mother. Mary wanted me to take the official title because she felt that the organization needed to be fronted by a man. Besides attending monthly meetings and participating in the general discussions, my primary responsibility was to sign checks on a weekly basis for payroll and other expenses. The project had 27 duplex units or 54 apartments. The initial underwriting was done by HUD so this was a federal program which was run by local individuals. I liked a lot of the aspects of my involvement there and this too made me think that I would always be there.


    When I met a bunch of believers in the late Fall of 1976 another chapter in my life in Glen Cove unfolded. I became BA (born again) in 1973 while I was in Texas in the US Army (Ft. Hood). When my time of enlistment ended (Nov 1975) I came back to Glen Cove and started looking for a group of real believers. At first, my Mother wanted me to attend her congregation where I grew up, and get involved there. I didn't think this was a good idea because all the years I had attended Sunday School there I never learned anything about the LORD or the gospel message. Sure enough, I went to a few of their Bible studies held during the mid-week and after the third visit I had created enough of a stir to be no longer welcome there. I started attending a local CMA (Christian and Missionary Alliance) congregation around the Spring of 1976. I was always a bit uneasy there because the CMA denomination has a strange policy towards the practice of spiritual gifts. I once read a brief summary of their position in a little pamphlet by the founder A. B. Simpson. It was entitled, "Seek Not, Forbid Not." Sort of a Don't Ask, Don't Tell  kind of thing in a theological setting. In regards to spiritual gifts and their modern expression, I'm sort of a mild charismatic, as opposed to a flaming pentecostal, for those who know the difference or even care about such distinctions. Anyway, I had a rocky time at the CMA congregation, to put it mildly. In the Fall of 1976 I met a girl in my Calculus II class and she was always telling me about her sister and brother-in-law (Denise and Tom) who also seemed to believe the same way I did. She arranged for me to meet them and it turned out that they were living in one of the adjacent towns. Through Tom and Denise I met two other couples, David and Elaine and Dan and Lisa. They were meeting every week for praise and worship and also to pray for Tom's Mother was very ill and eventually passed away. These 6 folks all knew each other from a previous experience in a house church in Queens, NY. When I met them I was sort of the odd man out. I was single and they didn't really know or trust me.


    As I mentioned earlier, this was the late Fall of 1976. Over the next several weeks as we spent time in worship and many long lengthy discussions, slowly we started to get to know each other. Some time around Jan or Feb 1977 I think, our little group made a commitment to receive our primary spiritual covering from one another. Although the numbers who came to our meetings every week varied, only 7 people made that initial decision and commitment, the 3 couples -Tom and Denise, David and Elaine, Dan and Lisa, and myself. New Covenant Community has weathered many storms over the years and the LORD has blessed and preserved them through various trials and struggles. Of those original 7 members, the only one not still there is this writer. I don't have any official figures to cite, but I think that the congregation numbers at present somewhere around 100 members.


    Our lives are interconnected in lots of ways now though. In 1981 I left the newspaper delivery business and learned about telephone installation from Dan. At first I was his employee and then became his junior partner from 1982 until I left to form my own company in 1984. Tom and Denise are the GOD-parents to both Mim and Ezra (aka Joe Blough) and have been his host family in NY since last August. David, who became the Pastor of the congregation, was my unofficial and unknown mentor for several years. I sat under his teaching, week in and week out, sometimes even twice a week, for nearly 12 years. He preformed our wedding ceremony (1984) and the dedication to the LORD for Ezra (1987).  


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    Hmm, that was a lot more involved than I intended at first. I hope that I haven't lost too many readers due to the sheer length of it all.


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    3) Somewhere in that reandering drift I mentioned www.classmates.com . Ha ha, I intended to tell how I ran into an old classmate, Mickie, through that site. We graduated together from High School, but I don't remember her from there. Instead, I recall her although somewhat vaguely, from grade school. Anyway, we reconnected via Classmates.com and were quite regular in corresponding for nearly 4 1/2 years. Then, all of a sudden, out of the blue, I told her that I was done and wouldn't be writing anymore. There wasn't any good reason for this. I was a bit overwhelmed by various pressures in staying current with several different people, but why oh why did I take that action??


    Well, ever since January when I made that fateful move, not a week went by when I didn't think of it and feel regrets. Finally, two weeks ago, I wrote to her again and expressed my extreme sorrow and asked her to forgive me. Whew! She wrote back and said that she was surprised and pleased to hear from me. My note came to her at a bad time (death in the family), but at least we are back on track and soon we shall catch up with all the news between then and now.


    Good friends are hard to find, even cyber friends and pen pals. I hope not to ever take such gifts for granted in the future.


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    2) This story will have to wait until a little later. My time here for now is up. I hope to return and write more this evening. Until that time I bid you all a good day.


    Walk with GOD and be a blessing,


    Shlomo