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Articles by Dean Kellio

We had just arrived on the mountain for a huddle at camp May Mac, a secluded Santa Cruz Christian camp.

Small contingents of my wife’s family, fifty-five in all, was just getting out of their cars and were busy hugging and shaking hands. The Santa Cruz Mountains are beautifully placed between the beach town of Santa Cruz and the major metropolitan area of San Jose, California. A gentle westerly was blowing and everything in bloom was sending out fragrances of spring into the air.

Pastor Doug was running late as always as the line at the bank drive-thru began to lurch forward. He had to make a deposit for the church, speed home to eat dinner then be back out on the road to make a pastoral visit at Mercy Hospital. Even though the bank’s drive thru was three lanes wide, it was Friday and everyone was making deposits before the weekend.

Prophecy, getting information on events before they happen, can be insightful, a bit disturbing and frightful all at the same time. For instance, knowing that the date of your death was fast approaching, what would you plan to do, write or say before the dreadful day dawned? Would you plan a bucket list, spend time with family or right wrongs done to other people in your life?

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. put it beautifully in his well-known speech.

Springtime is a wonderful season to observe as it unfurls before our eyes. Leafless, deciduous trees that have been asleep for months magically bud, swell and burst open to unfurl new growth that quickly spreads out to soak up the sun. Bees are always busy, but at springtime they seem to be in hyper drive and all the more motivated to collect nectar from every flowering plant, shrub, bush and tree they can find. 

As I walked out to the garden shed, I noticed my bedding of Easter lilies had broken ground and were preparing to bloom, right on time, right near Easter. I wondered why the early church had attached the name of a pagan fertility goddess, Ishtar, to the holiest day of Christianity.  Well, whatever the reason, I do like that these flowering plants burst out of the ground and bloom just in time for Passover. 

"Life is change,” said the elderly woman who sat across from me at the Volvo dealership. “That’s what you can count on! Life will not remain the same but is always changing.”  

As I sat there, glancing out at the rain in the stillness of the early morning, I suddenly remembered that I had unfailingly forgotten to set my clock forward an hour.

Twenty-seven-hundred years ago near the Temple in Jerusalem, God asked a young man a question, “Who shall I send, and who shall go for us?” To which Isaiah, soon to be prophet, responded, “Here I am I! Send me.” 

Sometimes I think the world could be fixed if we just had a roll of duct tape large enough. If we were marooned in the wilderness with only a bag containing duct tape, a roll of tie wire and Velcro we could probably survive for years. Throw in a Swiss army knife along with a can of WD-40 and we could, maybe, live comfortably for decades. Although these items would come in very handy, the only thing we really would need in that bag was a bible, the inspired word of God.

The hurt was still too fresh. The pain was too deep. Trevor and Elise tried desperately to cope with the events of the last few months; the death of their children. They couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat and there were several trays of food from friends and neighbors spoiling in the refrigerator. Every time Elise fell asleep she had dreams of the catastrophe and would automatically wake herself up. Trevor had trouble focusing at work and when he was home, well; he wasn’t much help or strength to his wife in fact it was hard just to look at each other.