Saturday, March 26, 2016

Sing A New Song For A New World That's Coming. Sunday Is Upon Us!

As I pen this article I am sitting at my usual table at the Frothy Cup Coffee Shop. It's Saturday which is the one day of Holy Week where apparently not much happened back in the first century. Some call this Saturday, "Joyous Saturday."

Metaphorically,we are all living in Saturday. The work of Christ on Friday is almost 2000 years behind us. Sunday, our day of Resurrection is still somewhere in the future. So, we wait, as it were, in a kinda limbo on Saturday anticipating Sunday.

Christ was still dead on that Saturday and laying still in the tomb. It was the Sabbath, the Jewish day of rest. But, as Christ clearly showed in the Gospels, the Sabbath was not to be used as an excuse to do nothing. In fact, as Christ showed us, the Sabbath although being a day of rest was also a day of doing good, of healing people, helping people in distress.

The Pharisees and other members of the religious elite scolded Christ for "working" on the Sabbath. Christ asked which one of them would not feed and water their animals or rescue them from falling into a pit on the Sabbath.

Of course, they didn't try to answer his question since they knew that they would naturally take care of their livestock even on the Sabbath. So, the implication then, is if they are willing to help a "dumb" animal on the Sabbath would it not be permissible to heal the withered hand of a child of Abraham?

On the seventh day after he was finished with his Creation the Hebrew Scriptures says that God rested. God rested not because he was tired but rather because his work was finished. Then, we see as Christ was finished with his work on the Cross, being human was in fact tired, exhausted, depleted by blood loss lack of water, overheated by hanging there on the in the Sun.

So, it was done. Christ released his spirit and his body was taken down and interred in a borrowed tomb which was located in a garden. His body rested in the garden. Adam and Eve rested in a garden too.

But what did happen on that fateful Saturday so long ago outside the walls of the Holy City? The Christian Scriptures state that Christ descended down into Hell and proclaimed the Kingdom to the spirits in prison who were there since the days of Noah.

There is plenty of speculation as to what all this means. Could it be that Christ was informing the "spirits" or fallen angels that Christ instead of being defeated was in fact made victorious by his death on the Cross. Or, could it be that these were the souls of those rebel humans who rejected Noah's preaching and died in the resultant flood?

In other words, do people who die "in their sins" get a second chance after death. No one truly knows for absolutely sure. You may think you have it all figured out and will no doubt quote me Scriptures that support your position that God's grace is only effective in this present age and dimension. And, you may be correct. On the other hand, I can quote Scripture that indicates otherwise.

God's ways are mysterious. His thoughts are higher than oury thoughts, his ways higher than ours. Just remember this, the people of Israel thought they had God all figured out too. The Messiah would burst into human history riding atop a white charger brandishing a sword and smiting the Gentile kings and kingdoms and liberating his chosen people.

Then came the one called the son of man. He was born in a filthy stable to 2 poor marginalized peasant parents who lived on the peripheral of Jewish society. 

He never held power in the government or was influential in the economy.Nor, was he was he born to the priestly line who tended the Temple cult. Furthermore, he was persecuted and ridiculed by his own family, his brothers, the priests, the Pharisees and eventually by the Roman Empire.

He had no military position or army. He had no wealthy sponsors, no political or business connections.

He was an itinerant preacher who had only 12 lowly friends and several women who followed and believed in him and his mission.

Instead of being a victorious, conquering hero he was despised, forsaken and crucified on a cross naked and rejected not by only the Romans but by his own brethren. Hardly the Messiah the Jews were looking for. The Hebrew Scriptures indicates that there were to be either two different Messiahs or in the alternative show two different aspects of the same Messiah. 

The Scriptures talk of a conquering hero who liberates his people as well as a lowly, humble, rejected and suffering servant. The Jews could never reconcile the two different forms of the Messiah. But, because they were suffering under the oppression of the Roman occupation and by their own religious leaders they yearned for the conquering King thus blinding themselves to the reality or to the Truth in the form of a man who walked town to town healing, proclaiming God's Kingdom and raising the dead. Pilate asked Christ what is truth with the irony that Truth was standing there in front of him in the guise of a son of man.

The Kingdom he talked about was not of this world. It was not a Kingdom of domination of one group over another. It was a Kingdom that grew and spread in silence much like yeast spreads in bread dough. You can't hear the yeast working its way through the dough. You can't see the yeast as it expands through the dough. 

When the farmer drops the seeds in the ground he can't see the seed transforming as it germinates. He can't hear it. Yet, he knows that the seed is doing whatever it's supposed to be doing even though the farmer does not understand how it's transforming the landscape. And, the farmer not knowing how it all works...simply waits patiently for the day that the crop bursts through the dirt.

He compared his Kingdom to a mustard seed, the smallest seed there is, where when it is dropped into the soil and dies is then recreated into an entirely different thing, a plant that grows large enough that birds make their nests therein.

This humble son of man describes in the Book of John in so many words that his Kingdom is like a wedding where the wine suddenly runs out but then after intervention that plain clear, tasteless, water contained in clay jars is somehow mysteriously turned into wine. And, not just plain wine, but the best tasting wine ever. And, not just a few glasses of wine. No, rather overflowing amounts of wine, extravagant amounts of wine. And, guess what? This best tasting and copious amount of wine is saved for the end of the wedding echoing the concept we see repeated throughout the Scriptures that  the first shall be last and the last shall be first.

A totally new world order had broken into human history in first century Palestine and the Jewish religious sophisticates were too blinded and made asleep by their own pride and avarice.

So, they killed the Messiah. Their Messiah. You know. The one they had been waiting for all those centuries.

The whole theme that threads it's way through both the Hebrew and Christian Scriptures is that man was created in an ideal setting, the Garden; but, through disobedience and pride fell, were exiled to live east of Eden, then are finally restored and end up back in the Garden on the new Earth. Read Isaiah 65 and Revelation 21 and 22 to see our final destination.

You will see the same theme promulgated where Israel is held in bondage in Egypt. They are then delivered, saved if you will. Then, they commence journeying through the Wilderness on their way to Paradise, the land flowing with milk and honey. You see in the Gospels where Christ joined John the Baptizer at the Jordan and was baptized. 

He immediately departs afterwards for the Wilderness, but not for 40 years but symbolically for 40 days and is subjected to temptation as the Israelites once were. Christ comes through those temptations successfully unlike his brethren hundreds of years before.

Christ's death and his Resurrection inaugurates the Kingdom of God. God brings the future into the present. But, the Kingdom is not fully here yet. The "Age to Come" has been expanding and spreading through human history since that time. You cannot see it directly. You cannot hear it. Nonetheless, it is here.

And, one day, the Kingdom of God will be here fully and will fill all of the Earth with God's love and justice with the righting of all of the wrongs. No more crying. No more tears. No more injustice. No more evil. With Friday and Saturday done Sunday will soon be upon us. The eighth day. The day that God re-creates and the new Heavens and the new Earth will appear. And, finally, our journey will end and we'll find ourselves back in the Garden where we belong with God coming down to tabernacle with us. His people...the apple of his eye. We're all on a journey of return. Return to our origins where once again we will walk with God in the Garden in the cool of the day.

That's what the Resurrection and what Sunday is all about. Being restored to a new world, a new body and a new life. Life everlasting filled with feasting and copious amounts of wine, fellowship, love, justice and the eternal presence of God. We will be singing a new song with God. But, we don't have to wait. We can sing that new song today on Saturday in anticipation of that glorious Sunday that's about to burst in upon us. Amen!

Have a Happy Easter my friends!

BR Schoenbein
March 26, 2016- Saturday
 

Friday, March 25, 2016

Possibility That I May Stay On In Idaho Springs!

Susan McCullough who is a manager at CDOT took me out for breakfast this morning to "Wildfire" for a French toast, eggs and bacon extravaganza!

We discussed the current highway construction projects in and around Idaho Springs and Clear Creek County. We also talked about what's happening at United Church where she sits on the Church Council and Clear Creek Neighborhood Church which she attends as well.

We discussed the Tin Shed Food Pantry's desire to cook evening meals every other Monday for the poor in Idaho Springs using the Fellowship Hall attached to the United Church.

I invited Bonnie and Brian from the Tin Shed to come and visit the kitchen facilities next Thursday night. Susan wants them to address the Church Council at their next meeting the Sunday after Easter Sunday. Susan wants me there as well to answer any questions.

The food at the "Wildfire" was subperb and wait staff excellent. The restaurant is owned and managed by Idaho Springs Mayor Hillman.

Planning on attending Good Friday Services at First Baptist Church tonight. Then Easter  Services at First Baptist as well.

Next Wednesday I will be leading the Wednesday Night Prayer Service at First Baptist right after supper at the Blackwells.

Met with Pastor Craig from Calvary Evergreen Church yesterday at the Frothy Cup and discussed my potential involvement with the homeless and poor in Idaho Springs vis a vis the Church. Of course, that would necessitate staying on here in Idaho Springs. And, the Clear Creek County Courant newspaper asked me to submit writing samples regarding the position of political reporter, a paid staff position. Yikes!

So, a lot is going on right now with the outside possibility of staying on for an undetermined amount of time here in Idaho Springs.

Looking forward to Easter weekend while worshipping at First Baptist and and studying what the Gospels say of Holy Week and everything that that encompasses.

I will be posting an Easter blog article this weekend. But, bye for now. Peace and grace to y'all my friends!

BR Schoenbein
March 25, 2016- Friday

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Blizzard hitting Clear Creek County

White stuff coming down steady and strong reminding me that Colorado's snowiest month is March. I-70 Eastbound is now closed and I am sure the Westbound lanes will soon follow.

After cooking up a hot breakfast and coffee I hid back in my study and continued my reading. Straightened up the house in case my afternoon guests would actually show up. They are coming up from the Denver area so I'm not sure they will be able to make it.

Shuffled on over to the Frothy Cup Coffee Shop to grab a coffee and catch up on the town gossip from Donna. Then I headed over to the Public Library and met with Delphina to discuss what book we're going to read and discuss together. Delphina is a fascinating character over at the library. She's an atheist but open to all religions and hostile towards none. Told her I'd like to pick a religious book and analyze that. She agreed. She's not afraid to research ideas that she opposes. She's a true intellectually honest lady...and a pretty one at that. Not, that I noticed however!

I called Jim Burns back. He called me earlier. Jim is on the board of Unity Church in Quincy, IL. We discussed the evening Q&A re: my journey the church is sponsoring. It's always pleasant talking to Jim. His Irish wit and common sense amazes me.

Cody Yates called me the other day to advise he would not be accompanying me on my hike to Seattle. Looks like I'm doing this alone. The Lord obviously thinks I need more solitude to work on my stuff. Or maybe this is how life is working out. Needless to say it's most difficult for anyone to take off for 4-5 months leaving their families, job, obligations and so forth. You really need to be passionate about an undertaking of this magnitude. You need to be called. Not many are.

Of course, as I've said before anyone can do God's will right where they're at. Everyone is on a pilgrimage, that much I know. No one journey is superior to the other. 

I have to tell you that this leg of my journey is frightening. Im walking around with a heavy feeling of pure dread and foreboding. This hike through Wyoming, Montana and Washington will be much more difficult than my trek across the Great Plains. Towns are 40-70 miles apart. Water will be scarce or non existent. Much of my route will be across soaring mountain ranges and through dark deep forest valleys.

I honestly want to call it off and stay in Colorado and hike through the little towns and hamlets right here in the mountains of Colorado. But, at the same time I think I'm supposed to do what I said I would do. Walk across America.

So, unless something intervenes I'm headed to the Pacific Northwest following Lewis and Clark's general route west.

If it's Wednesday its meatloaf for supper at the Blackwells with Church at First Baptist following immediately thereafter.

Tomorrow is Thursday night service at Clear Creek Neighborhood Church at 6pm with a Bible study in Galatians. "Oh you foolish Galatians!"...as St Paul admonishes them for their legalism and lack of faith.

I'm missing Amy P's presence as she is visiting family over in Grand Junction, Colorado. She will be back this weekend just in time to cheer me up a bit.

Yesterday, Margie Nelson and her son, Jeremy, came visiting and took me out to lunch at Tommyknockers where I had the Buffalo burger and a chocolate malt shake. Later, they helped me in getting 9 gallons of water for use at the Lucas House. Thanks to the both of them for their generosity and hospitality!

Jeremy is getting so tall and he's so smart. I think he's thirteen now. I arrived in Colorado for the first time in early 2003 soon after marrying Mardell Grider. Jeremy was born soon after my arrival. Rich and Margie have done an outstanding job as parents for sure!

Will be spending the rest of the day in my study continuing progress on my book. Also, continuing to pore over maps to find the best route to the Pacific Northwest. No real good routes there to be sure. Taking the least bad route. How's that?

Farewell for now. Take care.

BR Schoenbein
March 23, 2016-Wednesday

Friday, March 18, 2016

Fugitive Caught...At My Bible Study/Church Thursday Night!

As many of you already know we had a bit of excitement at the OK Corral, I mean the Church(Clear Creek Neighborhood Church) last night.

While sitting around a table in the Fellowship Hall having a Bible study a young lady, somewhat disheveled and scared looking walked in and advised she needed help. Apparently, her boyfriend ditched her in Idaho Springs on their way back to Denver. Could someone here drive her home to Denver?

At that moment, one of the church attendees, Mike, received an emergency call from the Clear Creek County Sheriff advising of a fugitive on the loose in Idaho Springs. Mike is a First Responder. The suspect's description matched that of the lady standing there in front of us. So, Mike called 911. I got up and told the lady to stay put as I would go drive my car up to the front of the church and drive her myself. Of course, I don't have a car. I was just stalling for time so she wouldn't leave before the police arrived.

I went outside and directed the police to the front foyer and gave a description of the lady to see if she was their suspect. She was. They stormed the front door and arrested her without incident.

Pretty cool. The SWAT Team arrived with all their tactical gear including AR 15s with drum magazines attached thereto.

Just another day in little ole Idaho Springs, Colorado!

BR Schoenbein
March 18, 2016- Friday

Monday, March 14, 2016

Who Wants To Join Me On A Journey To The Pacific Northwest?

As the days turn into weeks and the weeks into months I realize that my time in Idaho Springs, Colorado is steadily coming to completion.

I have been praying for walking companions for my upcoming journey to begin June 1, but, so far I haven't had any takers. Cody Yates has given me to believe that he is willing to accompany me to the Pacific Northwest but he also hints he has other ministry opportunities awaiting him in his native Texas where his young son resides.

My yearning for a hiking companion stems from the hard knocks I received from walking alone across the sprawingly open and forbiddingly bleak prairies stretching far and wide in Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska and the Eastern Plains of Colorado.

I used the harsh aloneness and solitude to fight with dragons and demons from my past by walking across the Great Plains tracing the banks of the Platte River Basin all the way into Colorado.

Dealing with those issues was a success; though, I must admit that that kind of work is never done. The lack of emotional crutches to lean on and the deprivation both mental and physical brought me to the only place I could go. God. But, now I contemplate leaving Colorado more whole, more content and at peace with God and my fellow citizens.

Thus, I want to start and complete the second leg of my journey with a good friend. One who is willing to suffer hardship, to take responsibility for his own life journey, to look ahead with the glimmering dawn of yet another new day on the trail to new miracles and new affirmations of God's restorative work in his spiritual life.

The work will not be easy. There will be excruciatingly long days trudging on the fiery hot black asphalt of county roads becoming dehydrated, hungry and thirsty; frustrated by lack of progress, scared by the vagaries of travel through towns populated by suspicious people threatened by our lack of clean clothes, unkempt looks and our desire to proclaim the Kingdom of God.

There will be lack of communication as our phone batteries succumb to heat and
overuse. Finding suitable areas for stealth camping is difficult at best dangerous at worse.

Grizzly bears inhabit much of the area where we will be hiking and camping. They are nothing at all like the mostly docile black bears that roam the north central mountains of Colorado. Their short tempers are the stuff of legends. Their monstrosity of size reminds some of large steers.

All this and more awaits you should you decide to accompany me on this grand adventure to the Pacific Northwest. And, yes, it all sounds scary and dangerous. Indeed it is. But, what would adventure be without danger?

It is a lot to ask of someone to give up almost a half year of income, the comforts of family and home for uncertain and unknown rewards. But, then when in your later years you will no doubt remember with gladness and nostalgia your grand adventure crossing the high passes in the Absaroka and Wind River Ranges, the Cascades and the Blue Mountains all the while contemplating God's majestic and breathtaking beauty making scores of new friends along the way.

Even now I look back on all of the towns both great and small which I traveled through, including all of the  people I came into contact with. Sharing my life with theirs. I would not trade this past almost two years for anything. I learned much, loved much, saw and experienced much. I could never had resolved the problems of my past by staying home in Illinois. For me it was crucial I left for the road.

Well then. Please think and pray about it. If willing to go contact me via Facebook, text, phone call, email or slow mail. It matters not which mode of communication you choose. But, it does matter when you choose to communicate with me your desire to accompany me. Time, as they say, is of the essence. Spring is right around the corner and as I have said ad nauseum, Spring is when journeys begin.

The first photo is of the Absaroka Range on the border of Wyoming and Montana.

Grace and Peace to you all.

BR Schoenbein
March 14, 2016- Monday
309-660-4823
rudyroofer@gmail.com

Friday, March 4, 2016

Another Great Couple of Days

2 days ago Donna took me to lunch at Tommyknockers downtown Idaho Springs. I wasn't particularly hungry but had a hankering for their chocolate malt shake. So, I ordered that only. It was a meal by itself! Large glass with the metal container it was made in filled halfway with this thick conglomeration of malt, milk, cream, sugar and chocolate. Yummmm!

Thanks Donna. She's so generous!

Cooked up a mess of spaghetti for the monthly Church dinner at Clear Creek Neighborhood Church yesterday. Afterwards, I went to Mike Horner's home for a couple glasses of red wine and great conversation. Then home to bed.

Made my daily run for water this morning at the Frothy Cup. Cindy is the attending barrista this morning. Donna will be in this afternoon.

Met with Pastor Craig Babcock yesterday at the Frothy. Updated him in my conversation with Pastor Bill Robertson from United Church about extending the services of Calvary Evergreen's Tin Shed Food Pantry into Idaho Springs via the United Church building and facilities.

As always we had a lot of fun getting together, Craig and I. Ben was with him too. He's a great guy.

Time to go. Have a great day.

BR Schoenbein
March 4, 2016- Friday

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

This Weeks Happenings

It's the first of March already. The countdown is progressing. I checked the train schedules for my upcoming trip to Quincy. There's an 8+ hour layover in Galesburg before I can catch a southbound train to Quincy. Looks like I can bypass Chicago's Union Station altogether. The train ride from Denver to Galesburg which I have taken many times is a 16 hour proposition. Then there's the 8 hour layover plus almost 2 hours to travel to Quincy from Galesburg for a grand total of 26 hours! An airplane flight would take about 3 hours with a layover at O'Hare.

I used to travel by air for work as a catastrophe adjuster and that has turned me off air travel big time. I so prefer rail travel. I can sit down with complete strangers in the observation car or in the lounge and become friends with them in minutes. Plus, the scenery is amazing. Rail travel was this country's only long range mode of transportation for so long and I appreciate the history and culture behind it.

The last couple of days have been spent discarding things: old food some of which was here when I first arrived, papers, old clothes no longer wearable and the like.

The water at the Lucas House is still turned off necessitating multiple trips during the week to the Frothy Cup, Mike Horner's house and the United Church to draw gallon jugs of water. I can carry up to 6 gallons at a time using Safeway carriers to lug them back home.

The weather has been very mild the last few weeks with highs in the 50s and 60s and lows in the 30s. Very little snow this year. However, March and April are usually the biggest snow months so we'll see.

Tomorrow is meatloaf Wednesday at the Blackwells, church at First Baptist immediately following. This Thursday is the Clear Creek Neighborhood Church spaghetti supper with yours truly doing the cooking with June and Mike Horner assisting. The whole town is invited.

Sunday will find me attending Calvary Evergreen Church on Floyd Hill. Foraging for food following immediately thereafter at the Tin Shed Food Pantry. I am meeting with Bonnie and Brian who co-run the Tin Shed on Sunday to discuss opening up the United Church in Idaho Springs for bimonthly dinners for the poor and homeless using left over foodstuffs from the Tin Shed. Also, would like to use the fellowship hall at United Church as well to distribute food for the poor. Asking them to come up with a written plan of action. Then I would have them present said plan to the United Church Board for discussion/consideration and approval.

I'm thinking of hiking to Calvary on Sunday from the Lucas House which is a distance of 8 miles. Then I would have Pastor Craig drive me back home as I wouldn't want to carry a heavy box of food with me for the 8 miles back home. It's a good climb up Floyd Hill so it's not an easy hike by any means. If the weather cooperates I'll probably do it. I would have to leave home about 645am to get there by the time the services begin at 10am.

Welp it's time to interact with the public here at the Frothy Cup. I just filled up 3 gallon jugs of water. Will head over later to Mike Horner's home to fill up another 3 gallons. That should get me to Thursday when I'll get about 9 gallons. I use around 4 gallons daily but am trying to cut that number down. It's not easy. It takes a gallon easy to wash and rinse dishes, 1 gallon to flush the toilet once per day, another gallon to give myself a sponge bath, shave and brush my teeth. If I didn't conserve I could easily use 10 gallons per day.

Gots to go man! Ciao!

BR Schoenbein
March 1, 2016- Tuesday