Monday, April 24, 2006

I'm back in SLO but maybe not for long.

The weekend was great. It was busy, and I'm tired, but it was fun. My work had a booth at the Maker Fair in San Mateo. We had upgrade races and talked to people about their computers. I thought I was going to lose my voice, but I didn't. My dad is just fine and my brother and I had a good discussion about Christ. Not just God, but Christ.

I went into work late today and went to two softball games for my church. We lost one and won one. I didn't play, just watched. When I got home, there was a letter from my landlord saying that they are going to be emptying the apartments next year for remodeling. I don't blame him for remodeling (since these apartments are pretty old) but that means that I need to find a place to live next year. I haven't moved since my second year of college, seven years ago. I've got a lot of stuff, and I either need to get rid of a lot of it or find a big place. Maybe I'll look for a place for just me. Maybe I'll move into work or with three other guys I know who are looking. I don't know. Please pray for me.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Praise the Lord

I was up late last night losing my voice all over again, talking about God with my youngest brother David. He had questions like, why is there so much mroe talk about hell then about heaven? I told him that there wasn't in the Bible. There is more talk about heaven in the Bible. People are the ones who focus on hell. He had more questions and God kept on giving me answers.

He said that God has spoken to him before, so I asked what God said. David said that God just kept telling him that He is here. David said he has never answered. He doesn't know what to say. Isn't that cool?

I gave the gospel a number of times in different ways and David said that down the road, he thinks he will become Christian. He just wants to find it himself instead of just being told. I continue to pray for him and praise God for the work He has already done.

As for my father, I took him to his doctor's appointment today and they advised physical therapy for his movement and an chest x-ray to check for asbestos. Other than that, he's okay. The passing out was from not eating when he took his pills that morning. The pain is still a mystery, but it has subsided without the medication they gave him. Everything is back to normal...

Normal isn't always good. He sent us (my brothers and I) to get lunch and bring it back and he stayed home and watched Days of Our Lives. I thought a lot of the soap opera sterotypes are exaggerated, but they really aren't. Everyone is in love with everyone else and all the girls are jealous of each other and manipulative and all the ugly guys are evil and the non-ugly guys are physically strong but emotionally unstable, so that the women can win them over whenever they want. Marriages and divorces run rampant down the streets of our lives and soliloquies and overacting show the thoughts of our lives. Everyone has a secret, and they are always telling everyone else and the audience so that the secrets are anyting but.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

He's okay.

I drove home today. My father met me at the door. He was getting the mail. Yesterday, as he was riding the BART, he lost consciousness twice. He woke up and refused assistance. They people who were trying to tend to him kept asking him how many fingers they were holding up or whatthe date was. Dad was annoyed. He and my younger brother David came home so Dad could sit and watch television and David mowed the lawn. Later that night, Dad felt a pain in his lower left abdomin and he couldn't bend over to dry his legs after his shower. They called for an ambulence and the police and firemen came as well. Today we received a get well card from across the street and our neighbor stopped by to see how he's doing.

How is he doing?
He moves slower today. Even the dog has followed suit with his own slothfulness. I can take away a bone that he was chewing on and he'll just look at me like I performed a magic trick. I offered to drive my dad somewhere, anywhere. It was a beautiful day and I spent a bit of it on our front porch reading a book. (The house is drenched with smoke from his pipe.) Dad didn't want to go anywhere. He watched a lifetime movie about bank robbers who got stuck in a mansion with a family during a storm. The child's name was Moses. He was trying to set his family free.

How is he doing?
He claims that the reason he fainted was because he had his pills without a big breakfast and was wearing his coat and hat on the hot BART train. That's what he says. He might be right, but he is taking pin relievers for the pain in his side and has difficulty bending his legs. It's strange to see your father this way. My youngest brother is still in High School. Shouldn't this be happening twenty years from now? I remember playing catch with my father when I was on a baseball team before practice. We were early for everything. That's because no matter where we were going, we left a half hour early. Even if it was the park down the street. He didn't have a glove, and caught bare-handed everything I threw at him. Now, he has trouble bending down to put a piece of food in the dogs dish. Our dog used to bark at him whenever he drifted off to sleep in his chair. Now the dog is lying on the couch sleeping itself. This is contagious.

How is he doing?
He doesn't seem shaken a lot from the half night in the hospital. He has a doctor's appointment tomorrow at 2:30. He hasn't asked for prayer yet, but he's glad I'm home. I pray for him anyways. God told me on the way home that I have nothin to worry about. Nothing bad is going to happen on this trip. But this isn't the last trip I'm going to take because of this. It's just the first. Perhaps that's the least encourageing thing about this trip. What's the most encouraging? God is with me and He has prepared me for the trial ahead.

I appreciate those who have prayed and are praying. God sees you and listens to your voices. I have faith in this, and in my faith, there is hope. Praise the Lord for what He's been to me. He is an everlasting Father.

My father is in the Hospital

I just found out that my father is in the hospital. I actually found outa few hours ago. He lost conscienceness on BARt a couple times on his way to San Francisco. My brother david was with him and they got off at Oakland and went back home. He complained of a pain in his left abdomen later and my family took him to the hospital. They ran some tests and say that he had low levels of Potassium. They are running more tests and hope to release him in a few hours.

So I'm going home. I don't want to be 200 miles away when something like this is going on. I've packed up some computer equipment so I can work from there and a weeks worth of clothes. I hope to be returning this weekend, but I don't know what God has in store for me.

I'm not afraid. I don't know what's going to happen, and I see how I should be afraid or anxious but I'm not. When I pray, I can't pray for God to heal him. I just pray for God to do His will. I don't know what God's going to do, but I trust that He will do and is doing what's best for everyone. There is no way my God would throw this trial at me without preparing me for it, and I'm going to trust that fact to get me through. That God, in His infinite wisdom and knowledge and power, has set this time apart for His Glory to be shown to me and my family.

My family might be scared. I don't know for sure, but I can guess. My brothers don't sound scared, but even if they were scared, they wouldn't talk like it. We're just like that. We get it from my dad, I guess. My mom might be scared. I haven't spoken with her yet, just two of my younger brothers.

I'm going to try and keep this blog updated. If you get a chance to read this and pray for me, drop me a comment and let me know. It would be encouraging to read your prayers and who knows, maybe God will allow my unsaved family to see your prayers and it might minister to them. Feel free to share this with others so they can pray for us too. I want this situation to be a chance for my family to see the love of Jesus.

I'm praying for all of you,
Jonathan