He's Back

I knew it had been a long time. But that long? Six weeks without blogging. Guess cold turkey really does lead to a cure.

I've got a bit of a thing for the spy genre in both books and movies. So I like the phrase, "he's gone dark" since it kind of romaticizes my absence. I'm not saying I've been busy "fighting the baddies" -- ok, maybe one or two. Bottom line is, I think I wore out my phone and finger blogging in Israel. I haven't even straightened some of the photos that still lie sideways, like the stones after Titus' destruction of the temple in 70 A.D.

So many thoughts and experiences, even in six weeks. That's the beauty of a sabbatical from blogging. In this me-saturated world where people convince themselves that humanity wants a status update about them getting a root canal, it's great to be silent now and again and realize that the world didn't stop, and doesn't really care, that I haven't written anything. And I don't really care, even though I enjoy blathering on from time to time.

There are so many other important thing in life to occupy us.

Family is one. How blessed I am on this mother's day to have a wife who is so devoted to her kids (which are mine too, I believe).

Yesterday, we had our first Blaikie child graduate. We are proud that our little girl graduated magna cum laude (with high honors) in English Writing with an Art minor.

But our greatest joy is that she loves her Lord and desires to be conformed to His image.

"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth"  - 3 John 4.

Downtown in the Windy City

I call this photo:

Big Building, Little Man

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Chi-Town Bound

Son #2 (he that is called 'Ryan') and I are heading down to Chicago for a day and a night and a day today. We are visiting MBI (Moody Bible Institute, for the uninitiated), my alma mater.

It also happens to be the place I met and fell in love with my son's mother (she that is called 'Doreen').

I'm not sure what's going to come of this trip, but one never knows if my son will be taking a similar trip with his son in 30 years.

That scenario is actually not that far-fetched:

• My great grand parents met there. He was Canadian; she was a Mennonite from Ohio. They studied, met, married and went out to Kenya as missionaries around 1917.
• Their daughter, Pat (my mom) came from Kenya to Moody around 1950, and then returned to Zambia where she met and married another missionary, Bob (my dad).
• Bob and Pat moved to New Zealand and had three kids, the last one an accident/surprise: Graham.
• Graham attended MBI from January 1980-December 1982, when he married she that is called Doreen, whom he met at MBI
• In February 2011 (today), Graham drove Ryan to Moody to check it out.
• Three, possibly four generations. I am VERY grateful to that school.