Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
Art Linkletter is best remembered as a TV host from 1952 to 1970 during the golden days of television. He was also an award-winning author and motivational speaker. His fame came as a result of his famous House Party program. But it was the final segment of every show that is primarily remembered today. That segment was titled, "Kids Say the Darndest Things." This was the purest and sincerest form of entertainment for all ages to enjoy. With paternal friendliness and an engaging smile, Art would ask questions about what they thought, wanted, and observed from their unique perspectives. Their answers made for some of the funniest replies. Art's reactions to the children's responses were just as entertaining because he had to react as an adult and let the kids know it was OK to just be a kid. In 1957, Art published his first bestseller book, appropriately titled, "Kids Say the Darndest Things." It was a great read then and still is today if you can find it. Now what made me think of Art Linkletter after so many years? Seeing other young children reminded me of the fun the kids had on the TV program. Specifically, two incidents occurred within two days here at home. The first was when I was taking our new child. Maggie, for a long walk through the woods. Eleven-week-old puppies need lots of exercise, and so does a sedentary owner. While in the woods, Maggie started noticing movement off to our side. I looked and saw a white blur, but nothing else for several moments. As the animal got closer, I could make out a small, darting white entity, and then there it was right in the middle of the walking trail – a ferret. I have since been informed that I saw an ermine. A what? I had to look it up, and sure enough, that's what it was. The specific, authoritative description is: "Ermine, (Mustela erminea), also called stoat, short-tailed weasel, or Bonaparte weasel, northern weasel species the genus Mustela, family Mustelidae. The species is called Ermine, especially during its winter white color phase." Nov 12, 2020, www.bitannica.com The Ermine was having fun playing hide-and-go-seek with Maggie and me for the remainder of our walk. The next example was Maggie herself. After all, puppies really are just canine children, right? Well, she had a case of the crazies right in the house. She had grabbed one of her toys and began a full-out run in a circle encompassing the living room, dining area, and kitchen. This went on for several minutes. Even when she wiped out on the hardwood floor, she just got up and continued on her mission. Eventually, she stopped, so pleased with herself, rolled over and went to sleep. Here we are two weeks before Christmas. The anticipation for young ones everywhere is growing exponentially as the day gets closer. The signs are readily apparent. There are the continuing commercial sale ads, mailings advertising bargains too good to pass up – supposedly. There has been the season music for the past month and the sight of trees being carted atop vehicles that never imagined they would be used as Christmas tree conveyances. Then there is the explicit declaration of the season – Christmas decorations, inside and outside homes and businesses. There is a certain amount of mystique and amazement when seeing the creativity people have in their decorating. They can almost be seen as art forms. So it is that for the past several generations, a tradition has carried on throughout communities everywhere – the Christmas lights tour. That is where we, as children, were all piled into the family vehicle and toured the different neighborhoods to see all the Christmas light decorations on the houses. When we became older, wiser, and had children of our own, we did the exact same thing. One of my fondest Christmas season memories was while stationed in North Dakota in the 1990s. We had the privilege of taking an elderly woman from our church on a Christmas lights tour of the community. Usually, it would take an hour or so, but she had such a wonderful time that we slowed down and then reversed course for a three-hour tour. She laughed and clapped her hands and told us stories of how farmers decorated during the Depression in the 1930s. She didn't talk about the apparent struggles of that time. She shared the joy of using whatever was at hand to celebrate the season. This season is an excellent opportunity to let the children be children and enjoy the season's lights and sounds, no matter what age the child is. God intended and still wants us, as his children, to celebrate the season of the birth of his son, our savior, by laughing and clapping our hands in joy. There are some great light shows in the local communities and in your community. Enjoy, Our encouragement verse for this week is: 1 John 1:5 (NIV) "This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all." May you be blessed by God's word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
How time flies when you stop to think about all that has happened in a relatively short time. I note that the weekly encouragements have been going for two years already. By Tuesday or Wednesday, if I do not have an outline in my head, I begin to get nervous about what to write about that will encourage others. Then God reminds me to relax and rely on his inspiration. This week, I found myself on a mental "empty tank" because of the busyness of the past week and the next two weeks looking pretty much the same. The weekly encouragements started as I provided pulpit supply to a local congregation until their pastor arrived the following year. I thought it was a good idea to help church members be encouraged by God's word and observations of all that he has done and provided. Then I remembered that this was by no means a new or novel idea but rather had been instilled at a very young age. My grandparents ensured that my siblings and I attended church, and not just on Sunday morning. There was Sunday morning, and Sunday evening, and Wednesday evening, and also special youth activities. It took years to realize that Wednesday night prayer meetings and youth activities were a mid-week refresher for the soul. The anticipated refreshments at the youth meetings were an added bonus. Some of the fondest memories of childhood are associated with youth outings and adventures. At these activities, I learned to swim, took trips to the Hershey, Pennsylvania, amusement park. I also got to ride to the meetings in a really cool car – a 1968 AMC Javelin. You have to look it up on Google to appreciate it. There was also a 1970 Plymouth Duster and a 1968 Mustang. But what also stands out is that we were encouraged as youth by messages of hope during a dark time in our country's history. While you’re on Google, check out the social and political happenings in the late 60’s and early 70’s. It is 2020, and the weekly encouragements are provided to over 50 friends and acquaintances around the country. They are also now shared weekly on the local community radio station on Friday mornings. The hope and prayer are that those who read or hear these small messages will be encouraged to reflect on how good God is to us. So it is that as an encourager and exhorter, I take pause to reflect on how so many of you and others have encouraged Cathy and me – for which we are sincerely grateful. Lake County has allowed both of us to serve as volunteers for different activities and organizations. As the pandemic increased in its effect within the local community, there was a request to consider being trained as COVID-19 case investigators and contact tracers for Lake County. Cathy, another volunteer-Katie, and I are the three principal interviewers for the county. We have all interviewed dozens of local residents who have unfortunately tested positive for the virus. There is a prepared script from the Minnesota Department of Health that we read and a computer program with pre-formatted questions where we record the answers. Seems rather sterile until you factor in the human element. These are neighbors, friends, and colleagues that we are interviewing, and that's what makes each and every call so unique. The calls typically last about 20 minutes or so, and we try to be as friendly as circumstances permit. The results have been nothing less than phenomenal. One of the mandatory questions is: "Are you pregnant?" Now, in its infinite wisdom, the state of Minnesota makes no distinction as to age or gender. Imagine the response from an 80-year-old man, who says that is the best laugh he has had for the day. A 90-year-old woman replied, no, but could she volunteer? I can honestly state that I have not had one person complain about their test result or their own circumstances. I have repeatedly heard the strength and resolve that this pandemic will pass and that things will only get better. The most significant concern is for the children and for visiting older family members. Thus, these interviews and people's resolve to continue moving forward have encouraged Cathy and me. I feel like I have made so many new friends that I have never met. Now, I am encouraged that when the pandemic has passed, I will be able to actually meet my new friends. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Hebrews 13:16 (NIV) “ And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
I readily confess that I am set in my ways about certain things. Of course, much of this can be attributed to my upbringing by grandparents who were traditionalists at heart. Take the seasons and holidays, for example. Regardless of what the weather may be doing, it is still a particular season. I smile when I see a winter storm warning in November as it is still technically Fall. I know – it's all a matter of semantics, but nonetheless, there are the etiquettes to be observed. It can be 30 degrees and snowing to beat all on the flip side, but if it is on or after March 21st, then it is Spring, and it is a Spring snowstorm rather than a winter snowstorm. Weird, I know, but it's worked for me for this past half-century plus. Now about the holidays. This tends to be more personal and frustrating due to the societal and marketing changes over the years. Back in the day, and I am talking way back in the day, everything had a proper time on the calendar to be celebrated or prepared. It started with the day after Labor Day, i.e., back to school day. But that was OK because the following month, there was Halloween at the end of October. This was quickly followed by a day off from school for Veterans Day. Halloween was commemorated by decorations and dreams of candy treasure unlimited. Living in a tightly packed suburban area meant lots of houses within a relatively short distance. The next day at school, we would bring whatever we really didn't like to trade for what we did like. Learning entrepreneurial skills at an early age. In quick succession, Thanksgiving in November, with its own memorable festive decorations and a sumptuous meal to be consumed with family members. A wise person decided that we should have Thursday and Friday off from school. Then we were off to the races preparing for Christmas. There were the Christmas classics as far as TV shows, movies, and music to be enjoyed throughout the season. Then there was the anticipation of trekking to at least a dozen different stores in the cold to purchase presents. In my home town, we had a shopping plaza that consisted of about 20 stores joined together in a rectangle. The store entrances all faced the inside of the rectangle. So, you were outside going from store to store. Ah, those were the good old days. Today, how things have changed. We have Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, which signals the season's commercial onslaught. Some businesses have already advertised "early" Black Friday pre-sales. Then there is the whole online shopping experience. You need never to leave the comfort of home and hearth to accomplish all of your shopping needs within less than an hour, depending on the retail outlet. You can even forego the pleasure of individually wrapping gifts and have them commercially wrapped and shipped as part of your buying experience-for a minimal charge, of course. And if in doubt about the perfect gift to give, you can always default to the ever-popular gift card. I can still deal with that. But when radio stations start playing non-stop Christmas music before Thanksgiving, I have to draw the line. This may warrant a constitutional amendment to preserve our national heritage of everything in its proper time. We risk our national identity if we confuse our time-honored traditions. What are we teaching our children and their children? But here we are on Thanksgiving Day 2020, and what are our current seasonal thoughts? Actually, we can say we have much to be thankful for. True, this has undoubtedly been one of the most challenging years we have experienced. Yet through all of the challenges and changes, we can still pause to be thankful for what we do have. Let's take a moments' rest and look around to see what we do have. We have family and friends. We have a community that comes together to help one another. We also have the faith that assures us we are never alone, and that is something to be shared with those whose hope is wavering in the face of so many stressors. Ever the optimist, I firmly believe that the glass is more than half full and should be shared with thanksgiving. If we can share with others, what a great opportunity. If you have needs for yourself or your family, what an excellent opportunity to let someone know. It is hard to admit we need help from others, but during this season of thanksgiving, please remember the true meaning of this season is to share what we have, so all will have what they need. I fully admit that if you have a fruitcake that needs a home – I’m your person. On the other hand, if you have Lutefisk to share, I will defer to those more in need than I. Our encouragement verse for this week is: 1 Chronicles 16:34 (NIV) “Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
It is almost like having a newborn infant in the house. We are watchful of every move, every sound, and continually keeping watch for anything that may be perceived as out of the ordinary until we determine what ordinary behavior is. There are multiple feedings throughout the day, with the attendant acts of nature that quickly follow. Of course, there is a learning curve for all of the new behaviors that go along with the growing process. There is also the acclimation to new surroundings. Let us not forget the historical opportunities to capture for posterity the new member's photos and the simultaneous observations of cuteness. Yes, many of you have been there also as new parents and have the photo albums to prove it. So it is that Cathy and I are new parents as of last Saturday. That was when we picked up our new, eight-week-old nameless puppy. Had you going there for a minute, didn't I? Since last Saturday, the puppy now has a name – Maggie and is settling in nicely to a routine and being a new family member. Our cat, Sophie, was not pleased at first with this new addition, the decision to which she had no input. However, as prayed for, Sophie has assumed her role as the alpha female in the animal hierarchy and tolerates Maggie with begrudging acceptance and mild annoyance. At least they can both be in the same room together. Significant progress for only five days, wouldn't you say? As with any eight-week-old, the call of nature is not attuned to our desired time schedule. So it is that Maggie likes, or is that needs, relief somewhere between two and four in the morning. Maggie is Cathy's dog, and Cathy faithfully attends to Maggie's needs – regardless of the hour. During one of these nocturnal ventures that I lent my support, from inside the house, of course. Looking out the window, I noticed that it was a very cloudy, dark night. So dark that the usual lights across Lake Superior could not be seen at all in Wisconsin. The highway, only 200 feet away, was also wholly shrouded in darkness. It became a little disconcerting to imagine being totally engulfed by darkness with no visible reference points. I had déjà vu of the last time I felt the same sensation. It was approximately 12 years ago during a camping vacation stop at the Soudan Mine adjacent to Lake Vermillion State Park. What a memorable experience. Being advised by staff to wear a light jacket even though the temperature outside was almost 90 degrees. It was sage advice as, during the descent to the mine, the temperature quickly dropped over 30 degrees. The real awareness of darkness came when standing in a large cavern. The staff advised everyone to stand perfectly still as the comforting and reassuring lights were turned off. The effect was immediate and dramatic. There was no external source of light, and thus the darkness was complete and unrelenting. There would be no adjustment of the eyes to compensate for the darkness. It was prevalent and permanent. After several minutes the lights were turned back on, and a sense of security was re-established. How dark it seems today. There is an almost palpable sense of anxiety with all that we have experienced the past year. As though that were not enough, we are now faced with the grim reality that our best efforts to mitigate the spread of the pandemic have apparently been not nearly enough. This week sees new measures that harken back to early spring and will hopefully mitigate the virus's spread. Here in Lake County, we had the disheartening news that we have joined so many communities around the nation with our first pandemic-related death. These are indeed dark days for the world, nation, state, community, and individuals looking for hope and the assurance that we can return to the world of a year or more ago. I offer that this darkness will not always be with us. God assures us through his word that he will take care of us and watch over us as we obey and follow him. The pandemic will pass, but we will not be doing a reset button to 2019 and moving on from there. The year 2020 is a redefining moment for us, and we will adapt accordingly and move forward. Regardless of how dark we may believe it is, God’s light is all around us. We just need to look up and see it. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Psalm 27:1 (NIV) The LORD is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid? May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
I have mentioned before that technology can be addictive, whether phone apps or social media platforms. So it is that I have become trained in the best Pavlovian tradition to seek out the newest information as soon as I wake in the morning. I know that I am the only one who instinctively reaches for the cell phone to see if anyone has sent me a message during the night. Nope, I'm not that important. But wait – the spam email will start shortly. Next is the weather. After all, the weather will significantly impact what I will be doing during the day, from working in the yard to shoveling snow. Who would have thought we would be seeing near 70 degrees in November? It was only six days ago that approximately a dozen local American Legion Post members were standing in formation to render military honors for a departed military veteran. What was noteworthy was the bright sun and downright uncomfortable heat. It is a little disconcerting to be standing at attention with sweat running down one's face and back. Of course, this should not have come as any real surprise as my weather app had told me it would be warm. It was only off by 10 degrees, and 10 degrees can make a lot of difference. Fast forward only four short days. My app says that the day will be cloudy, with temperatures perhaps reaching as high as the freezing mark, and a distinct possibility of snow in the afternoon. The weather app becomes essential as the day's activities call for standing outside for 2 ½ hours while assisting in a volunteer project. Well, this time, the app was half right. The temperature teased around freezing but never quite made it there. However, the anticipated afternoon snow did not occur. The snow, it seems, would not be denied, and it did snow that evening – upwards of six inches, and more in some areas. Veterans Day dawned with a new covering of white over the landscape. Usually, this is taken in stride, but this was Veterans Day. There were outdoor activities planned for the day within the community. The community may have noticed a long line of vehicles at the city cemetery in the Veterans Section. With military precision, honors were rendered on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. Over 20 uniformed individuals solemnly remembered those in military service currently serving, those who had served, and those who had passed away. Several aspects of the ceremony were significant. First, the snow was not even a consideration for the task at hand. Secondly, a detachment of Air Force ROTC cadets from the University of Minnesota, Duluth, joined the veterans in paying respect-the old and new serving together. And finally, an older Legion member who, due to physical restrictions, could not hold a flag or bear a ceremonial rifle. However, when asked, he stated that he could still put on his uniform, stand at attention, and salute as his way to honor his fellow veterans. That is a memory that I will long remember. An important historical dedication quickly followed that memorable event. A brand new flag pole dedication occurred at the Knife River Depot. A local family had provided for the flag pole and installation and the first flag to be raised on the pole. Again, significant observations were noted. Local community members came to observe the historic flag-raising. The American Legion Post Honor Guard was privileged to present military honors for the occasion. The event's importance was further highlighted by the significance of the dedication occurring on Veterans Day and that the cadets of the ROTC unit were permitted to be the first individuals to raise the first flag on the new flag pole. That is a memory they will always cherish. Additionally, the rich heritage and legacy of Knife River were highlighted for its significant contributions to the local area and the nation during World War II. And finally, the entire proceeding was offered up to God through prayer for his divine blessing. Yes, it was undoubtedly a Veterans Day to remember. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Psalm 33:20-22 (NIV) “We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your unfailing love be with us, LORD, even as we put our hope in you.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
Being a relative newcomer to the North Shore way of life, I realized just how much I didn't know about the things people here take for granted, like trees, birds, plants, and wildlife. I spent my youth in a large metro urban area. To be sure, there were certain advantages and disadvantages in that environment. Let's see, there were lots of friends, tons of different places to go and every imaginable store you could think of. There were restaurants to satisfy every culinary taste, and a dozen-plus radio stations playing the great hits of the 60's and 70's. And there was also the daily visit by the ice cream truck. However, there was also non-stop noise from traffic and crowds wherever you went. Fresh air smelled different when not seasoned by gas, diesel, and other manufacturing contributions. There was also a distinct lack of a variety of hardwood trees and wildlife. In fact, nature consisted of neighbors’ different types of dogs and cats. Occasionally the lost skunk meandered around the neighborhood. Anything else and you would have to go to the zoo to see deer, bear, and porcupine. Lo and behold, when I made the Air Force a career, I knew I would see the world and become an expert on fauna and indigenous wildlife. It failed to register that air force bases are predominantly around large metropolitan areas. Well, that was so until I was assigned to North Dakota and Wyoming. Not a lot in the way of trees, but plenty of different wildlife to see. A follow-on career in the Minnesota metro area brought back memories of growing up. However, we never had ice fishing on the east coast. Now, here we are on the North Shore surrounded by trees, wildlife, and so much to discover new each day. So it was unfortunate and frustrating that I looked around at all the trees on our four acres and could only recognize two types. Thank goodness that Cathy, as a native Minnesotan, is much better versed in tree and plant identification than I am. A phone app has also assisted to some degree. Now, it happens that there was a thirty-foot pine tree that was leaning precariously over the driveway. It seemed that the lean was increasing due to natures' natural gravitational pull for the past two years. The decision was made that the tree had to go. A couple of colleagues who had accomplished the same task with another tree dutifully dispatched the tree in a short time. I learned two important facts when the deed was completed. First, the tree was not a pine; it was a Balsam Fir. Secondly, the tree was rotting from the inside out. It was just a matter of time until it would have fallen across the driveway, blocking it. I did not relish the idea of chainsawing the tree in January with the temperature at -20 degrees. Except for the tree leaning as much as it did – it looked fine on the outside. It was undoubtedly time for the tree to go. Every month I have the privilege of having a conversation with mental health experts on our local community radio station. We discuss issues that are relevant to the North Shore community and available resources. A consistent theme for all of the experts I have interviewed has been that it is time to seek professional help when there are symptoms present. A person may appear to be fine on the outside, but struggling with significant issues that can affect their ability to manage normal daily functions. In recent months many factors have increased stress, anxiety, and fear to unhealthy levels. If we are not feeling the way we think we should, it may be time to talk to someone and get help. Now is not the time to keep it to ourselves and hope everything will just get better. Like the tree, you may be leaning over and not even realize it. There are lots of resources available to us on the North Shore. When it’s time, it’s time. My personal favorite go-to is the time-honored counseling firm of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. They are just a prayer away. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Isaiah 43:2 (NIV) “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
There is something special about living in small town, rural northern Minnesota, that really makes one really appreciate all of the grandeur and splendor that abounds around us. There is also a uniqueness to life in the North Shore country that many envy, but surprisingly few want to embrace as permanent residents. This time of year is when opportunity presents itself to allow us to slow down a bit and truly appreciate the small things that can mean so much. I remember growing up in the suburban area of Washington, D.C., where our county held over a half-million residents. There were many grade schools, parks, shopping centers, and houses so close you could almost reach your hand out a window and shake your neighbors hand out of their window. And yes, there were kids everywhere, so there was never a lack of friends to hang out with. However, the noise of dense suburbia and non-stop traffic and activity can get old after a short time – unless you are really an urbanite and need that. My grandparents, who raised me, were from rural Virginia and moved to Washington, D.C., in the 1920s, because that's where the jobs were. They acclimated over the years to adapt and survive through the Great Depression and World War II. Relatively stoic, they never talked much about those years. My grandfather's only comment was usually, "You did what you had to do to get by." One of the greatest treats was to go to "the country" for a visit. This entailed a two-hour trip to the area of rural Virginia where my grandfather was born and raised. It was another world. People there talked slower and with a different accent. They also delighted in "visiting." There were three primary areas designated for visiting: the front porch (with the obligatory chain swing), the parlor, and the kitchen. I liked the kitchen best because of the tempting aroma of homemade delicacies that teased great delights to be enjoyed later on. But what was really extraordinary about visiting in the country was the quiet, even outside. It was mesmerizing to hear the small sounds of nature usually drowned out by the cacophony of sound in suburbia and large cities. You could distinguish small animals, birds, leaves rustling in the trees. My grandfather told me, as a seven-year-old, that if I was quiet enough that I could hear the corn growing in the field. You know… It is over a half-century later, and I still remember those as some of the best times growing up as a child. Now, here we are in the North Shore in 2020. What is to remember? The COVID-19 Pandemic, stressful times that we have not experienced for decades, and uncertainty what the new norm will be in three weeks or three months? Yes, to all, but if that's our primary focus, then we may be depriving ourselves of some great memories to share with others. This past week saw the first real snow event of the season for us. I know it is an overused cliché, but the snow was having the perfect "snow globe" effect and was truly breathtaking to behold. It was also the first real frost, where we once again had the pleasure of trying to remember where the scraper was to clean the windows. I am certainly glad the car has a remote start. Now, I just have to remember to set the temp and fan accordingly when turning the engine off. Never too old to learn, right? It's also something to see when the first deer begin to look for forage and make their presence known. It was also a little alarming when the neighbor's four free-range roosters decided to migrate to our front door and simultaneously announce their presence. Yes, it's the little things we need to think about and slowing down to take the time to notice. It may seem like a small thing, but it means the world to me. At a local eatery, we go to every Sunday for breakfast, they know us by name. We talk and catch up on how everyone is doing. We are friends, and that means everything here on the North Shore. I can hear the theme song from "Cheers" in my mind right now. I sincerely pray that we never become so busy that we can't see and appreciate all that is going on right around us. This can be as simple as thanking someone for their service to us, being there when we needed them, or just to drop a line or a call to someone we haven't spoken to in a while. There is a characteristic that some people have that I really wish I could excel at. Those are the people who never met someone they couldn't talk to and make friends with. My grandfather was just that type of person who could make you feel relaxed and at home with a friend. Yes, it's the little things that mean so much. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV) “The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace.”’ May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
I shared not too long ago that we have a new dog, courtesy of the Duluth Humane Society. We also have a cat that we have had for three years, courtesy of another humane society. Suffice it to say that the first introductions were not cordially received, and the fur literally flew. Since then, we have been trying a slow-roll integration between the two to affect a more harmonious co-existence. Good luck with that! The 70-pound dog has totally settled into her new digs as her new house. The rest of us are just boarders. The cat has also adapted by secluding herself in my bedroom, and she is totally nocturnal, like "Hey, wake up. It's 3:00 a.m., and I want to talk." What are you going to do? Smile. I guess because that's what I've been doing. Then there are those incidents in life where you just have to shake your head and say, "Really?" First, Cathy again found a great deal. Something for free. What could be better than that? A local lodging establishment was offering two free outdoor metal benches to be picked up. We decided we could definitely recondition and put the benches to good use around the homestead. Cathy opted to take the Nakota along for the 40-mile round trip excursion along the beautiful North Shore to make the experience even better. Surprise number one – the benches had already been picked up, and the person Cathy talked to was unaware of this fact. OK, it happens. The second surprise was that Nakota, in the truck, managed to lock the doors. Not too terrible, except that the keys to the truck, Cathy's purse, and phone were now keeping the dog company. Cathy called me from the establishment so I could also have the unplanned pleasure of a 40-mile round trip with the extra set of truck keys. Did I mention it was a beautiful day to travel along the fabulous North Shore? At this point, I need to state a little-known fact, but a fact nevertheless: God has a sense of humor. Almost exactly halfway to my destination, Cathy called via my Bluetooth car system to let me know that she was back in the truck and all was as it should be. A good Samaritan from Wisconsin happened to be at the same location as Cathy and had the requisite skills with a coat hanger to effect entry into the truck. I had the exciting experience of trying to turn around on Highway 61 – to go south – on a Sunday afternoon – with the other hundreds of vehicles trying to go the same way. What are you going to do? I was smiling some more. And then there was Monday. In 1966, the Mamas and the Papas recorded the hit song, “Monday, Monday.” Part of the lyrics are "Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way. Oh, Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be." How true that turned out to be. We had our driveway, our steep driveway, redone with five inches of packed and rolled dirt to prepare for the winter snows. We returned from a trip to Duluth to discover a freshly covered driveway with a skid steer doing a formidable job of leveling the dirt and sculpting the driveway and parking area. I noticed the gentleman was looking apprehensive as he approached us. He informed us that the roller was not available until sometime the following week. We needed to stay off the driveway until then. What could we do? Shrug our shoulders and smile. An inconvenience? Yes, but we had done workarounds before where the driveway was not available. And then it rained. We were also told that even with the rain, we had to let the driveway dry to harden before driving on it. (Sigh) OK, I am ready to be done with surprises, but no, wait, now the National Weather Service has decided to add to the unexpected. They are forecasting a possibility of 1-3" inches of snow this Saturday. Well, it is the North Shore, after all. I take solace and comfort in the fact that Spring is only 158 days away, but who is counting? The Bible is an excellent source of encouragement when things don't seem to be going the way we think they should. It is a great reminder that God has already made provisions to ease our anxiety and stress in these very turbulent and uncertain times. What is unsure to us has already been decided by God. I think I'll just relax and enjoy the beautiful scenery he has provided for us. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Luke 12:31 (NLT) “Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and he will give you everything you need.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
A famous British Prime Minister in the 1860s, Benjamin Disraeli, stated, "Change is inevitable. Change is constant." I believe Mr. Disraeli must have traveled to the great North Shore as change has been clearly evident over several weeks. Most noticeable has been the dramatic Fall season changes along the entire North Shore. The colors have been vivid and inspiring to behold. It is little wonder that each weekend has seen a mass infusion of humanity to see and appreciate what we are privileged to call home year-round. Cathy and I have affectionately come to refer to this time of the year as the Great North Shore Weekend Parade, Fall Edition. This differs from the same title, but Memorial Day Edition. At one time, we were wondering how to go about researching potential car models for replacement candidates. Courtesy of the weekend traffic, we can now leisurely sit on our hill overlooking the highway and see how hundreds of vehicles look as they drive by. Another change I noticed was the change in ground flora this time of year. Where there had been a blue, purple, and pink lupine field, now there is a new abundant growth of purple weeds. Hold on – they are purple weeds with bright yellow inside. I used my handy phone app with plant identifiers to discover that these are actually asters that bloom this time of year. I have learned something new. In addition to the asters, the three apple trees, Haralson, have fully ripened. Still, another sure sign of seasonal change is the reemergence of the deer. They are definitely on the move again. I recently pulled into my driveway and had to stop as there were three does, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, in the driveway entrance, watching all of the passing traffic. You could almost read their minds – "Is it worth trying to cross the highway?" They turned and pranced around off into the woods. Still another, albeit more subtle change, is also noted. The rising sun on Lake Superior, or any lake up here for that matter, takes on its own unique calming benevolence when the light first becomes discernible on the lake surface. The Fall smells also define the season, including the first wafts of wood smoke on a crisp, clear morning. This time of year also calls for a change in preparation for the coming Winter and follow-on Spring. Cathy has spent weeks crafting a new showpiece garden. This has included lots of landscaping, rock moving, and planting of new additions that will burst forth next Spring. An additional Fall requirement is to get the driveway ready for the inevitable snow to come. A further change is that we have built up the driveway to have a more compacted surface to make snow blowing easier. Several friends have asked where we live in relation to the house with the new driveway. That’s us. Still, the lawn tractor is to be serviced and put away for the season, lawn furniture moved, and the dog acclimated to a new home. Yes, we added a new member to the family. Nakota was a former resident of the humane society in Duluth. All seems to be going well so far. Well, almost everything is going well. Our cat, Sophie, is being petulant. We did not consult her first on our new acquisition. She has absented herself from the human company for the time being. Another famous Benjamin – Benjamin Franklin, also commented on change. He stated, "Change is the only constant. One's ability to adapt to these changes will determine your success in life." These past 10 months have shown how we have had to adapt to some of the most far reaching changes this country has seen in the past 50+ years. Even more changes are on the immediate horizon within the next month as a national election happens. I have had the privilege to have my voice heard through the ballot box for over 40 years. It has only been in this century that I have heard with such alarming insistence that each election determines our existence as a nation and as individuals. And each year we vote, adapt, and continue as a great nation and continue to progress as individuals. By ourselves, this is a daunting, virtually impossible task to perform because of our pronounced differences. However, God looks past our weaknesses, and graciously gives us his strength to carry on through all changes- regardless of who is elected for the various offices. I believe that is a fact that both Benjamins would agree on. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Lamentations 3:22-24 (ESV) "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will hope in him.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
I have said it before, but it bears repeating: I am technologically challenged. I confess that I have resisted technology for the last two decades with all of the remarkable advancements that have been made to enhance communication and life in general for everyone. I am also an avowed minimalist in that if I don't need it, then why bother having it. My most significant accommodation to technology was learning how to use a cellphone and email until several years ago. The email was a forced necessity because working for a government entity required it. I also admit that learning to use email was much quicker and more productive than making phone calls. Information could be simultaneously shared with an infinite number of people. However, even email presented a lost art – actual human interaction, even if only by a phone conversation. Now that I use email, I was introduced to another technological phenomenon – Facebook. No, this is not a commercial endorsement by any means. However, now I can connect with people I never have and probably will never meet in real life. And for some unknown reason, dozens of people each day are asking to be my "friend." Why? If you really got to know me, you might have second thoughts based on my beliefs, experiences, and faith-based outlook on life. Whoops, a half dozen of those interested in becoming friends just declined to pursue the matter. It is incredible to see how technology affects human interaction in social settings. Cathy and I are people watchers from a long time past. I am pretty sure it has to do with us both having been law enforcement officers. What is fascinating to see is in a restaurant, two people at a table together will both have cell phones out and are either texting or viewing something interesting. And this goes on until the meal is served. It is almost Pavlovian the effect our phones can have on us. Don’t believe me? Try going 24 hours with your phone off. Now, don't get me wrong – I am actually grateful for the advances in technology and their benefit. Growing up, I remember taking vacations where one of the most critical items was the paper map. We relied on the information it provided. As a flight student in the Air Force, we relied on various scale aerial maps to direct us. This was before the advent of the Global Positioning System, GPS. Today, GPS is on our phones. While taking a trip to the east coast last year, the phone GPS guided us. The system told us where traffic delays were, the quickest route, the nearest gas station, and information on lodging. It was all done on the phone. Incredible when you consider where we were just 40 years ago. This past weekend we had family visiting from the twin cities. You remember how the traffic was, with everyone traveling up to the North Shore to marvel at the beautiful panorama of colors that proclaimed another Fall season. When our company was ready to depart, we checked the traffic app on the phone. It showed traffic backed up southbound almost four miles from Two Harbors. It took them one-hour to travel ten miles through town. We have heard of how technology saved lives by helping to locate the lost or stranded. Technology enables emergency responders to arrive sooner and provide life-saving services. I could go on about the virtues of sound technology. My point is that technology has been, is, and will continue to be evolutionary. Perhaps in my lifetime, I may be able to say, “Scotty, beam me up.” And then again, maybe not. Another benefit of technology is in the ministry of the church. Bibles, in all translations and many languages, are now electronically available. During the pandemic, we can attend church through different media platforms. The study tools available online stagger the imagination as to how much information is available. I firmly believe that not only has God provided the technology, but it also gives clear direction that it should be used to benefit us and the world He has created for us. God offers the opportunity to live smarter, safer, and healthier lives in a world that we can now also make cleaner, healthier, and safer for generations to come. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Matthew 6:33 (NIV) “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
I am a Spring person. Always have been. I was born in the Spring and love the new growth that signals another Winter's passing into memory. The warmer temperatures, the fragrance of fresh flowers, and the anticipation of completing all of the outdoor activities planned during the seemingly endless wintry months, which here on the North Shore, can go from sometime in October to mid-May. There is also no more snow blowing the long driveway, which seems to get longer each year. However, I do have to concede that this time of the year, Fall, is undoubtedly enjoyable. To commemorate the last day of Summer, we took extra time with the yard maintenance and washed rocks. Well, I didn't wash rocks, Cathy did. Yes, Cathy was washing rocks – for three straight days. She was using Muriatic Acid to remove concrete from the rocks. Why do you ask? She is the rare type of person who can see the practical use of almost any item, rocks, notwithstanding. She has been tirelessly endeavoring to transform a rocky hillside into a veritable garden paradise. While removing rocks obstructing her goal, she noticed that many of the rocks on the hill and others around the property had concrete. They were from previous projects the former owners had used around the property when it used to be a resort with several cabins. There was also an outdoor stone grill that Cathy is repurposing to provide a stone accent border for her new hillside garden. I feel like Clark Griswold's mother from the movie Christmas Vacation, "Clark, I can see it in my mind, and it is beautiful." Yes, creativity knows no bounds. We have an old galvanized steel minnow bucket and a porcelain cooking pot that both will now be resurrected as planters. She is even putting parts from an old lamp in the garden. We were going to use an antique door, turned sideways as a headboard, that is until we found an actual headboard to use as a headboard. Go figure. While growing up, I remember the great advertising campaigns that featured brand name coffees in large metal containers. However, the contents were usually transferred to metal or plastic canister sets, one of which was labeled "Coffee." What of the original cans? Yep, they ended up serving their real purposes as containers on every workbench, or in every garage, in America. They held every widget, nut, bolt, washer, or other odds and ends that did not have a designated home. And for goodness sake, don't ever throw anything away, because as soon as you do, you will need that exact item a week later. The real mystery comes when going through the treasured can of required items and deciphering what the thing is and where it came from? I would venture that this is a man-cave invention, but how many "utility drawers" grace kitchens these days? We hate to part with anything that we think could be useful in the future. How do you know when a decision to part with these items has been reached? It's commonly referred to as a garage sale. If you're willing to part with it, I'm willing to look at it for what I might need…in the future, of course. In counseling numerous people over the years, I have heard wistful memories of things long past and missed. These same people sometimes have a stoic outlook on today and not much thought about tomorrow. What causes such a view? Age has a lot to do with it as some think they have passed the age of usefulness. Others may look at circumstances in their lives that did not turn out the way they had wished, and instead want to be left alone. The Bible states that the days of our lives are numbered and that we should use them to serve God and others. There are countless examples of how people, regardless of their circumstances, have, and continue to strive for the best lives possible. Where adversity exists, so does opportunity. God has given us all the potential to be repurposed. If not for yourself, then how about for others who could use a helping hand. The North Shore abounds with opportunities each and every day. Is today the day you ask what you can do? Our encouragement verse for this week is: Galatians 6:10 (NIV) “Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
I thought that Labor Day was a holiday where we can rest from our labors and take a day to relax. When I was growing up, it was also a day in which parents took some absolute delight in realizing that school started the next day. Neither of those thoughts was prevalent this Labor Day as Cathy and I were sweating to the oldies – and I don't mean with Richard Simmons. We were busy in the yard catching up on long put-off projects that needed to be done before it becomes too cold to work outside. Where did the summer go? It seems that yesterday that it was Memorial Day weekend, as we watched the seemingly endless parade of vehicles heading up the shore. Now, here we were watching the mass exodus heading down the same roadway towards distant points south of the Lake County area. The work seemed bearable as we listened to tunes from the 80s on a radio station from Duluth. Amazing how music can bring back memories of past experiences. It was just as the yard work was the hardest and the tunes seemed to be helping the most that another sound interjected itself. The sound started out as a faint, barely discernible noise barely audible above the din of the seemingly non-stop traffic flow. It fluctuated due to the unique sound anomalies along the shoreline and the two tunnels between town and our house. And then recognition of the sound became crystal clear – a siren. There was an emergency somewhere, and an emergency vehicle was responding. Now, this occurs at least weekly and is taken in stride. However, this was not a normal response. Within only 10 minutes, another six emergency vehicles had passed by with sirens and lights, signaling their mission's urgency. These included vehicles from the sheriff, search and rescue, fire departments, ambulances, and the highway patrol. As each vehicle passed, I said a separate prayer for the responder and the situation. Two thoughts were prevalent during this time. First, these were not vehicles responding, but individuals who were literally putting others' needs above their own safety. This was an "all hands-on-deck" team effort so that others might live. The second thought was not as charitable. As the emergency vehicles passed in front of our house on Highway 61, very few vehicles heading southbound pulled over to allow the responders full access to the highway. I have been on emergency responses myself as a military police commander and as an emergency services chaplain for a metro county. I know that the responders are simultaneously having to concentrate on traffic that will not move over for them and think about responses once at the scene of the event. Cathy understands and has great empathy for all first responders as she has been there first-hand. She had the privilege to serve as a police officer for the Cottage Grove Police Department and then as a paramedic RN for Northfield. I listen to some of the stories she tells and can readily understand the frustrations that are encountered. However, more often than not, these frustrations are off-set by the rich satisfaction of having assisted those most in need of emergency services. Think back to those times when lives have been saved by those willing to go where most would fear to go. This September 11th, remember all those who responded to the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and a barren field in rural Pennsylvania. Now for a sobering thought – what if we don't have enough men and women volunteer to be trained as first responders in the future? Who will we call when we desperately need help? Please take the time to sincerely thank these for their service. Unless we have been in their shoes, we can hardly imagine what they have experienced. BTW – say a prayer of remembrance for all responders this Friday. You'll feel good, and they will be blessed. Now for some really great and encouraging news. It is a fact that we all have an emergency responder that is only a prayer away. There are so many things during our lives that are true emergencies. They may not be the kind that results in lights and sirens, but they are our emergencies nonetheless. God is with us 24/7 and always responds. All that is required is faith and a willingness to ask for help. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Joshua 1:9 (NIV) “ Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
Cathy wants a dog, so that's it, we're getting a dog. Now don't think I'm just giving in to make her happy. Though, that's not such a bad thing either. The truth of the matter is that I am okay with the thought, and actually looking forward to having a dog around. Any offers of assistance will be accepted and greatly appreciated. Cathy and I have both had dogs before. Let there be no mistake; however, this is going to be her dog. I already have Sophie. Sophie is a cat that thinks she's a dog. She follows me almost everywhere, responds when I call her and considers my lap her personal property. This is all good and well until Sophie decides that I deserve her company at 3:00 a.m. A closed door does nothing to deter her from making her intentions known. The only way I know that Sophie is pleased is when she closes her eyes and purrs like the radial engine on a DC-3 plane. Otherwise, Sophie wears a perpetual frown on her face. A dog, however, evokes a vast myriad of emotions, and all are easily discernible. Dogs actually smile and let you know when they are delighted. It is really entertaining to watch a happy dog prancing about. Another delightful sight to see is children when they are happy. You know those times – like the very first time a child eats ice cream, catching their very first fish, or riding a bike with no training wheels for the first time. Or the way their eyes light up on Christmas morning and they laugh with delight with each new gift opening – whether it is theirs or someone else's. There is also the joy of when a child meets and immediately accepts new friends. There is no judgment or hesitation, just acceptance of a new playmate to share adventures with. Many years ago, at a family gathering, four sisters -all in their early 30s – were actively engaged in conversation. That literally means they were all talking at the same time. A four-year-old niece could not get a word in at all. So, she proceeded to climb up onto the table, walk to the middle and proclaim, "Girls! I have something to say." She had their attention, and a memory was made that will last for a very long time. Another timeless joy is when two people publicly declare their love for one another. It was my privilege to officiate a wedding at Gooseberry Falls State Park last weekend. It was a picture-perfect setting with Lake Superior for a backdrop. A gentle breeze, sunny and 70 degrees, no humidity and no bugs. The unity candles even stayed lit throughout the ceremony. The highlight for me came as I saw the unmistakable look of true love that the bride and groom had for each other. As I concluded the ceremony, a song came vividly to mind, "Happy Together," by the Turtles. I felt a little embarrassed and did not share the thought with the new couple as neither was born when the song came out in 1967. In fact, their parents may not have recognized it, but the grandmother indeed would have. It is incredible to think of how quickly time does pass by and reflect on how many joyful experiences we have had. Becky, an inspirational author, wrote on her website, soveryblessed.com, that there are 10 things joy can do for you. Joy can: - help you lose weight - help you focus - lower your stress - improve your memory - lower your risk of a heart attack - cause you to want to serve others more - improve your blood pressure - make you more grateful and content - boost your immune system - make you feel pretty amazing Our encouragement verse for this week is: Philemon 1:7 (NIV) “Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the Lord’s people.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris Written and Shared by: Chaplain Chris Belfield
The great thing about living on the North Shore is that there are always new discoveries to be made. This past week brought that realization into focus with great clarity. Last Sunday morning, we returned home from supporting our local restaurant and enjoying a sumptuous breakfast. There had been a fair amount of dew the night before, and it was still humid. As we exited the truck, we both noticed something glistening on the lawn. It turned out to be a spider web. Now, I have never seen a ground spider web before. Add to that, when we looked around the yard, we could see at least a half dozen more scattered about. Some may be reading, or hearing this, and thinking what a sheltered life I must have had. You are quite correct. I grew up just outside the Washington, D.C. Beltway. Enough said. Then there was my discovery at Gooseberry State Park. I am doing a wedding ceremony this week at the park, and I wanted to make sure I had the location correct. The ceremony will be outside, with the majestic vista of Lake Superior as a memorable backdrop. After conferring with the always friendly and knowledgeable park staff, I was directed to the correct area. However, when I arrived at the designated area, I realized I had never been there before. Now, I have been coming to the park for several years before retiring here. I thought I knew the best areas to see. To my surprise and delight, I had found a new location. It had been there all along. However, it was new to me. In my exuberance, I dutifully informed Cathy of my latest discovery. I shared that there was another beach for her to do agate hunting at. In great patience, Cathy explained she already knew about the beach area, as her family had come there many times during her childhood. In my defense, she is a native Minnesotan. Then there were the new discoveries that relatively new friends allowed me to experience. The first was during a weekly video visit with a friend who is in hospice. I'd like to think I am doing my best to be a good friend and encourage him during our visits. However, the truth of the matter is that he is always inspiring me and educating me with his years of wisdom. It happened that our conversation came around to talking about my novice efforts as a budding woodturner. I digress here to state that you are never too old to learn a new hobby. During this conversation, my friend informed me that he’s had a lifelong love affair with turning and described some of his accomplishments. He then astounded me by sharing his decades-old proven finish for his projects. He shared a new discovery because the dozens of articles read, YouTube videos watched, and on-line forums never discussed his process. I apologize that friendship trademarks prevent me from sharing at this time. However, meet me for strawberry pie and tea at Judy's Café, and we can talk. The second unique discovery was when I met a fellow veteran at Judy's. We were both cops in the Air Force at close to the same time, but never stationed together. As we talked, over 22 years of service memories came back as clear as if were yesterday, rather than the late 90s. The real discovery was the number of people we both knew. It was through these mutual associations that our careers intersected, though not at the same time. What a great week to reflect back on and appreciate the new discoveries that God permitted me. It was and has always been his purpose of creating us to appreciate God's creation in nature, and in our fellow human beings. Now I am excited to see what God will show me in the new week. Our encouragement verse for this week is: Jeremiah 33:3 (NIV) “Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” May you be blessed by God’s word. Chris First Lesson: Genesis 1: 1 - 2:4 Responsive Reading: Psalm 8 Second Lesson: Acts 2: 14, 22-36 Gospel Lesson: Matthew 28: 16-20 Jesus asks the disciples who do people say that I am?
Some say John the Baptist, Some say Elijah, Some say one of the prophets of old And who do you all say that I am. Peter makes this great confession - , "You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God." Note - How he comes to make this confession and just where it is that he does so How does he come to do so – It isn’t by intellect – it isn’t because Peter was so smart – because he was brighter than the other disciples and figured it out. It isn’t by his senses or intuition – he didn’t this confession of faith because he had a feeling or somehow sensed it. What does Jesus say “flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father in heaven.” He comes to the truth of Jesus’ identity because it has been revealed to him by God. The truths of scripture are revealed truths. The where of Peter’s confession adds another dimension of meaning to this passage. Where were they when Jesus asks his disciples these questions? Where is Ceasaria Philippi anyway? And what kind of a place was it? Caesarea Philippi was the capital of the Roman province in Judea, the seat of leaders that ruled their land, the headquarters of the Roman troops that occupied their country; and also the heart of the kind of pagan worship. There in Caesarea, Jesus and his disciples were surrounded by numerous idols, 14 temples to Baal, one to Caesar and a nearby cave that was rumored to be the birth place of the Greek God, Pan – At the base of Mount Herman this cave was believed to be the entry place to the underworld – the place of the dead this cave was believed to be the gates of hades. Now Jesus reply takes on a deeper meaning. And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it. Near a Roman city filled with Roman troops where Ceasar is Lord – in a region full of idols and pagan worship –near the very gates of hades. it is here that Jesus asks who do people say that I am who do you say that I am. I would be tempted to whisper my confession – that Jesus is the long awaited anointed King of the Jews – I might be concerned that a Roman soldier might overhear. With all these Baal worshippers and worshippers of Ceasar and of the Greek God Pan. Even in the midst of Jewish countrymen – I might be tempted to whisper my confession that Jesus is the Son of the Living God. It’s kind of like boldly confessing our faith with the Apostle’s Creed and then leaving the sanctuary and not really feeling comfortable talking about God even with each other |
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