Missing church again

I am sitting here on the couch, missing church again. All of us woke up too late to get going in time. Sigh. That says something, I suppose, about the general state of my faith walk.

On the positive side, we had a good time visiting with my brother Dan in Milwaukee yesterday.  We went to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch — the first time I’ve ever eaten there. I really enjoyed a — get this — pear and gorgonzola pizza.  It was delicious!  The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting idly and/or napping (one of my favorite pasttimes), and then I went to a nearby Pick ‘n Save to buy roast chicken, salad, challah bread and other stuff for a nice supper.  We got home around 8:30p.

A quick trip to beautiful Milwaukee

My brother, Dan, moved to Milwaukee a few days ago and started a new job there. He rented a nice house and invited us to come up and see it today. So we did.  It was a beautiful day, nearly perfect weather.  Most people who aren’t familiar with it think Milwaukee is a grimy, industrial-type of city. It used to be like that, I think, but these days it is really beautiful in places, especially along the lakefront.  We loved Dan’s place and we also enjoyed eating lunch together at a nearby Mongolian barbeque restaurant.  See a photo album of the trip here.

Some family photos

My brother, Dan, digitized many family photos a while ago. I’ve chosen a few to show here.

Below is a photo of all of my family members on the afternoon of our wedding in January 2000, including my six brothers and sisters and almost all of my nieces and nephews and one of my cousins. This is the last photo taken that includes all of my siblings and parents. My sister, Becky, is married and lives in New Zealand, so it is very unusual to have her in a recent family photo. And then my father died almost exactly two years after this photo was taken.

First row from left to right: Dan (brother), Ben (nephew), Keegan (son), Pelle (nephew), and Nils (nephew); Second row: Lars (nephew), my mother with Kerstin (niece) in her lap, my father with Bjorn (nephew) in his lap, and Sam (nephew from New Zealand). Third row: Debbie (sister), Bradley (cousin), Linda (sister-in-law), Jeff (brother), Jocelyn (niece), Tim (brother), Petra (sister-in-law), Kevin (brother), Britta (niece), me, Michele, Becky (sister from New Zealand).

Here is a photo of my mother and father on their wedding day in September 1958:

This photo is of Grandma McCallum, my mother’s mother. I was really close to her and miss her even to this day. This is the last photo taken of her not long before her death in October 1982. The baby in the stroller is Nils, my oldest nephew:

Below is a late photo of Grandpa and Grandma McCallum, the only grandparents I ever knew (my paternal grandparents both died before I was old enough to remember them):

I like this photo of all of us kids (except Donny, my parents’ third child, who died of unknown causes at 18 months of age). Left to right: Dan (#6 and twin to Debbie), Kevin (#1), me (#8) in Kevin’s lap, Tim (#2) with Debbie (#7 and twin to Dan) on his lap, Jeff (#4), and Becky (#5). At this point we still lived in Nebraska:

My Kiwi brother-in-law, Martin (top), along with some friends, pretending to do a Maori war dance called the “haka,” on a beautiful beach on the North Island:

Finally, here I am for my third birthday:

Now for a Step into Light

Here is another poem written by Dan, my brother.

Now for a Step into Light

Life is a vanishing vanity.
Like grass burning in a prairie fire
Consumed by time in a rush of wind
And left with nullity.

Long since, have I chosen death,
Sweet end to a tortured existence.
Why strain and struggle with life?
Why continue the insane dance?

Why be pulled between contradictions,
That threaten the very foundations
Of one’s mind and existence?
Why writhe like a bug on a pin?

But the answer is not a bullet to one’s brain,
Or to spill one’s life out in vain.
No, there is another Way,
Out of your life, into Another’s.

There is a secret door,
Through which one can walk through death,
Into another Man’s life,
A man not conflicted, but perfectly whole.

The door is a horror to go through,
A blind step into blinding light,
With no knowledge of the depths below,
Or the heights above.

Two thousand years ago, that One Man
Begged us follow him into that Light,
Through that terror of blind belief,
Into the fair fields of Paradise.

He blazed the way, took the blind step
Off the cliff, on a cross, plunging
Through unspeakable agony and loss,
Through the darkest hours of history and time.

He said “Take up your cross and follow me.
Go to your own execution cheerfully.
He that loves his life in this world shall lose it,
But he that hates his life shall find it.”

It is an agony, not easy, not once done.
To step off that cliff of blinding light,
Into eternity’s Sun.
But He bids us come.

And when you take that step,
And walk in air and light,
Communing with the Light of Life
The One, the Only, God’s Son.

Such sweet unspeakable union,
With God and Spirit and Son,
No words can describe those moments,
Out of time, into eternity, into the One.

Then you will know of what I speak.
That life is not to be grasped with desperation,
But is truly found by stepping off that cliff,
The blessed portal between time and eternity.

So come with me, choose your death and Another’s Life.
Step out of time, into eternity
Across the chasm that separates God and Man,
And know that sweet inexpressible communion.

Eternity is now for those who choose it.
Give up your life now, don’t loose it!
And you will know such unspeakable bliss,
That only heaven has words to express.

© Dan Oberg

Maniac Demoniac

Here is a poem written by my brother, Dan, based on the story of the demon-possessed man in Luke 8, and how Jesus heals him. Posted here with his permission:

MANIAC DEMONIAC

Hate, rage, self destruction,
Mind gone wild, world disrupted
Power possesses, no one can bind
Man of the Tombs, out of my mind

Cut myself, it feels good
My one wish is self destruction,
Everyone’s afraid of what I’ve become
Paranoia stalks my mind

Nakedness is freedom and then its fear,
Chains bind but can’t hold us,
We’re running, I’m hiding amongst the dead,
Fearing, fearing, the eye of God

One approaches, who is this?
It can’t be! He doesn’t exist!
Light burns my inner mind,
It exposes, exposes who I am

Jesus, Son of the most High God!
Leave us, leave me, don’t come near!
Your presence is torture
And I’m out of my mind.

He says “What is your name”?
What a question!!!
Unifying power of Divine identification
Ownership of God can’t be denied

I, we, say our names are Thousands,
How can You ask such a question?
Who are we, who am I?
I don’t know, they’ve taken possession!

We beg, I beg, don’t torture us,
Don’t throw me-us into the abyss
Lord of All, we know who you are
We beg don’t send us to the hellfire!

Without a word, with unspoken command,
With God Almighty power that throws me down
He casts them out and I left with me
Whole in mind and set so free

Jesus, Jesus, Lord of All!
Master Savior! You’ve made me whole
God of God, Light of Light
You’ve saved me by Your awesome might

I am me and set so free
Clothed and sitting sensibly
At my Master’s feet, Oh Jesus King
My life is yours, to you I’ll cling

To Him I Cling, To Him I Cling
To Him I Cling, To Him I Cling

© Dan Oberg

Lane’s End (Devon, England)

My brother Dan recently created a nice website for relatives in England. My sister-in-law, Linda, is from Devon, and her parents have a centuries-old farm called “Snape” on which they recently built a cabin that they rent out to vacationers. The cabin is called “Lane’s End.” Click here to see the online version of the official brochure for “Lane’s End” that Dan put on the web. There are also some additional photos of the farm and surrounding countryside taken by him on a visit to this beautiful place a few years ago. I was fortunate to spend some time there as well about five years ago, and among other experiences, was able to help birth a lamb! If you’re ever in England and are looking for a wonderful place, a hideaway, in which to get some rest and relaxation, this is THE place to go.