DOCS GALLORE – The Passenger’s Log-Stardate 7 April 2022

The ‘Lander’ craft of the Starship Genesis two-seven is shown in the photo here to help relate the story of God’s goodness over these past weeks.

Ofev, the drug of choice to battle the onward push of the IPF disease in my lungs has been elusive. First, it was difficult to find and then, once it was found, it was getting the insurance company to approve paying for it. The cost of the medicine runs around $60,000 a year. A phone call from Dr. F’s office this past week informed us that the insurance company had agreed to pick up the tab with us having to pay the co-pay. The co-pay is just under $800 a month Then Dr. F’s staff enrolled us in a program that is designed to help cover co-pay costs. In this case, they are covering 100% of the co-pay. This has certainly been a concern for us and it is a blessing from God to see that it has been covered. Likely The Passenger will begin the new medicine around Easter. The side-effects of this medicine may outweigh its usefulness, particularly since we know it is not expected to cure the disease but simply try to hold it at bay. It will become an issue of quality of life. I remain, however, fully convinced that God will heal me from this disease and I will be present at all of my grandchildren’s weddings!

As this ‘VOYAGE ‘ is penned, the Passenger has been afflicted with a chest cold for the last few days. It may have developed into something worse. (By the time I publish this the real story is known and conveyed here.)

We are off to the hospital (it is the weekend) to get some bloodwork drawn and  an x-ray. A follow-up now as, publishing this was delayed, I can tell you that thankfully, there is no pneumonia found. A second trip this time to see the folks at Primary Care are hitting me with a strong wide-coverage antibiotic trifecta including a great shot in the bum just for good measure! A panel of some sort is being run, that procedure required a swab from the back side of my naval and to access it, the nurse stuck the stick up my nose! Because I was reducing my steroid rate and was now quite low, that likely along with this infection is making my body’s ability to fight it that much more difficult. So, back up to the top of the steroid ladder to take a firepole back down within the next two weeks. I will not need to go to an amusement park this summer, the roller coaster ride I’ve been on now for awhile will suffice quite nicely, thanks!

The doctor’s office reported the results of the bellybutton swab. I cannot begin to spell the name of the virus that has attacked my lungs in addition to the disease already there but it is an aggressive one. The doctor said that with the combination of the two, this particular virus and my disease, it certainly could have killed me. Thank you Lord that it did not!

It’s been an interesting time with doctors, dentists, butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers these past couple of weeks. Okay, nothing with the b, b, and c crew but besides the physical maladies, Dr. DW, my eye doctor found at least a partial explanation for my eyesight getting worse and it is an opportunity for him to keep his surgery fingers nimble, a cataract has reappeared on my one eye and that needs removed. And last week, I broke of a section of a molar so the dentist, Dr. F gets to take a ‘crack’ at it! One would think I was trying to get my supersonic-level insurance deductible met in three months!

But, I said this is a report on God’s graciousness.

The eye issue is a quick and easy repair. The broken tooth did not create a root sensitivity.   I was able to see Dr G. for my regular pain management check-up and in that time we discussed the need for me to see Dr. C who did my first and second spinal fusions to address the left leg pain that is keeping me awake at nights, and if necessary, Dr. G will do injections into the trigger points to forestall the pain! However, each and every issue that has come up is treatable with little if any downtime. I can report that God’s goodness is plentiful and fully felt.

As to matters for prayer there are two specifically and a third for good measure.

1. For the family… it is tough on each of them, in their own walk in life whether a young elementary student or the wife of an aged goat, watching the Passenger have to make this Voyage is never easy.

2. For me, being surrounded daily by reminders of my disease, the pills, the oxygen, the  worried looks on faces… is very difficult. I have a need to escape and go from time to time from this reality to another one. At times, it has been to God I must go. I turn off the world and just visit  with Him and there are times that I need to just go somewhere, anywhere for some length of time. I’ve done one such trip with Aaron to Phoenix, or when its warmer, some fishing time on the lake or maybe take an Amtrak ride to somewhere no one but Amtrak goes is the ‘ticket’!

3. Pray for the family as they deal with a Dad who sometimes makes no sense (it’s been like that for decades!) There are times now when I think they look at me and wonder “What in the world is he thinking now?”

Thank you for your continued support. I have no idea what the future holds but I know who holds the future. I commit it to Him and the changes that are coming in my life and the lives of those closest to me and pray that everyone involved will be comforted and even blessed by what may transpire.

In His Precious Love,

The Passenger Ross

LEVIATHAN:Creature of Mystery

LEVIATHAN: a Creature of Mystery

Other than staring out into space, there are few things in nature to help a man understand his diminutive stature in relation to creation then to look out across an open ocean. As long as history records, the ocean has been, for mankind, a place of danger, a place of life-giving food, a place of adventure and a place of mystery. Ancient sources in mythology refer to creatures of the deep that defy explanation or even description. Some of those are even known in theological references specifically, the Leviathan.

Wikipedia has this in regard to Leviathan. “The Leviathan of the Book of Job is a reflection of the older Canaanite Lotan, a primeval monster defeated by the god Baal Hadad. Parallels to the role of Mesopotamian Tiamat defeated by Marduk have long been drawn in comparative mythology, as have been wider comparisons to dragon and world serpent narratives such as Indra slaying Vrtra or Thor slaying Jörmungandr. Leviathan also figures in the Hebrew Bible as a metaphor for a powerful enemy, notably Babylon (Isaiah 27:1). Some 19th-century scholars pragmatically interpreted it as referring to large aquatic creatures, such as the crocodile. The word later came to be used as a term for great whale, and for sea monsters in general.”

Yet, God, Himself, the Creator of all heaven and earth spoke directly of and named Leviathan in his word in several places specifically in talking with Job. God replies to Job‘s challenge to him. God asked him several questions about Job’s own ability to build, create, and control the universe. One of those questions involved Leviathan as we read in Job chapter 41 verse one. God asks Job, “Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook or tie down its tongue with a rope?”

God is very clear about this amazing sea creature of His. He extols it’s uniqueness in the following verses:

“Can you put a cord through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook? Will it keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak to you with gentle words? Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life? Can you make a pet of it like a bird or put it on a leash for the young women in your house? Will traders barter for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears? If you lay a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering. No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then is able to stand against me? Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me. I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; sling stones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— its a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.”*

What an incredible description of an amazing creature. And yet we know that there are many more. Still, mankind in all of his “wisdom“ or scientific exploration have never seen them. In thousands of years of searching the planet, not all has been found. The world is God’s world and we are to be reminded of that fact.

We can search creation and the descriptions of creatures found throughout that creation and in so doing we find the minuteness of our beings. Yet, that search reveals an even more amazing fact about mankind. In all of its smallness in comparison to creation, there is only one of God’s creatures that was made in His image, is immortal, and was the object of a depth of love so deep, God allowed His only Son to die to save us.

For you, what part of God’s creation reminds you of your place in His world? Is it looking out across a vast ocean wondering at what lies beneath the surface? Is it staring into a vast night sky considering what lies beyond? Is it looking into the face off a newborn baby or into the eyes of an elderly person? Perhaps you’re just clinging to the fact that God is God, He is still there, and He is still in control.

Often times it is a natural disaster or dramatic weather events that remind us that we as human beings are not in control. It’s also likely whenever there’s a good outcome to a natural event there is no mention of God. If there is a horrific outcome there is a chorus from people wondering ‘How could a God of love allow this?’

May it ease our minds in times of distress, if we are fortunate to hear the sound of rolling waves in the ocean or in wilder times the crash of the waves wave against a stalwart rocky coastline or seawall, to know that God who created and controls without issue Leviathan and so much more, remains in control, and He loves you more than mere words can express.

*Job 41:2-34


PASSENGER’s LOG Stardate 22 February 22


By Rev. Dr. Ross L. Riggs

The Passenger’s Log Stardate 21 February 2022

I carefully began opening the wrapping paper, so intricately designed, and precisely folded. It was the highest grade designer paper. It must have cost more than most of other gifts strewn about the table. I could not begin to imagine the gift inside. Before I went any further with the opening of this incredible package, I felt drawn to the package not so well adorned. It wasn’t my birthday. In fact, you could say it was almost the opposite. People were gathering and giving me  presents, cards, stopping by our house with food for the ‘family’ just like they would do had I ‘passed’ and I’m not talking a mid-term exam! I was even getting  cards and comments by folks thanking me for what a blessing my life has been and how doing everything I do even as I am dying is so incredible. Okay, sounds a bit crazy doesn’t it? This isn’t really happening, at least not to the degree emphasized here. But, you have before you the conspicuous two-sided coin. These are things I’ve learned recently some are insights that have come through events and some in thanks to a very special person who has been asked to join the crew.


We should be telling people the positive things we enjoy about them. We should be doing random acts of kindness for folks just to say, ‘hey thanks for being you.‘ It does do some good for the family of one deceased to hear how much their loved one meant to others, it is cathartic. But it would have done the newly deceased some good to have heard it too, before he lay with coins upon his eyes for the boatman. 

But wait… could there be a third side to the coin? If you choose to make certain that someone knows how much they mean to you, tell them now… don’t wait! Perhaps there is someone for whom you’d like to do a random act of kindness. Do it. BUT, please do it before you learn that they have a terminal disease with no known cure. To be continually treated like you either have already died or that your death is such a far-gone  conclusion both will zap the fight out of just about anyone. If my death is eminent and the inability of medical science is such that  there is very little hope, then why prayers for healing or pleas for a miracle? Then why try? We can say we are praying for a miracle but do we really believe they happen? Does our attitude instill courage or inflict hurt on our brother or sister in Christ?

I recently met someone whom I haven’t met yet. If that sentence confuses you, then buckle up buttercup. An instiller of hope, a believer in miracles this person works in international trade and has lived most of their life on two continents.  This person, whom we have dubbed Guardian M, has a strong faith in God and I have invited M to come aboard the Starship Genesis Two Seven as a spiritual caregiver and as special counsel. Already doing these tasks in real life for  an uncle who no longer can subsist on his own, Guardian M stepped in to meet his needs. There are actual points where Guardian M exists in a person but there are also ways in which Guardian M is a composite of a church family who put together some books they knew the Passenger would have an interest in, or the pastor who reached out to make an open invitation to talk, flail wildly in the air with fists drawn tight, or howl at the moon when the mood is just right. Guardian M is also the long-time friend with whom all false fronts are down. But this one Guardian M, in the flesh, the one who is the inspiration for this piece, has grabbed on to the promises of God, His willingness to move mountains, to breathe life back into the lifeless and has said to me, you shall prevail and in the decades ahead will scoff at the idea that death was the only available door.

Guardian M aboard the Starship Genesis two-seven


This visit for which we have waited, labored over phone calls to insurance etc. for what seems like the last four months. It will come to fruition this Wednesday, Feb. 23 and the CAT scan was completed for the new doctor to see as  they provide the information back to Dr. N. The Passenger had a chance to review the CAT Scan report. Here are the basics:

If we skip all the big words, the distribution of all the indicators of IPF is seen most anteriorly and at the lung bases. It goes on to say, “Mild worsening of nonspecific fibrotic lung disease… Overall, this is mildly worsened from 09/04/2021. There are a few new small patchy ground-glass densities mostly in the upper lobes.” It is not getting better. We knew it wouldn’t minus God’s intervention. So, we have to pay close attention to Guardian M with the emphasis the divine.

On MARCH 17 The Passenger will be back with Dr. N for a recap of these reports and an idea of where we are headed next!

The Unique Human Soul

The Bible says that in the Beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.  (John 1:1) It goes on to say that The Word, Jesus Christ created all things and without Him, nothing was made that was made. (John 1:3) A confusing way, perhaps, to say that Jesus Christ of the triune God-head, creating everything.

Amoeba Proteus splitting

Christ ordered creation so that an innumerable part of God’s creation reproduces after its own kind, whether they are mammals, reptiles, fowl, fish, insects, or others. Single cell organisms and even plants are able to reproduce in some fashion, from the pollen in flowers migrating by wind or insects to other flowers through pollination to reproduce after its kind to pinecones carrying seeds for new seedlings to sprout. Reproduction and birth, life and death are common to so much of the universe. Humans, however, are unique in the marvelous story of creation.

When a human child is born, from the time even upon its conception, that tiny collection of cells developing is different than anything else in the cosmos. Human beings are absolutely the only beings that carry as part of that individual, an eternal soul. From the moment of conception, that human baby has a soul. The part of those cells which makes them a person, truly is immortal. When God breathed life into the lifeless figure of Adam, He set the standard. The breath of life contains the soul which God has chosen to live forever, to be part of a relationship between God and His creation.

God spoke, as recorded by Moses in Genesis, to the pre-incarnate Christ and the Holy Spirit and said, Let us make man in our image (Genesis 1:26) and that simple statement set in motion the creation of immortal human beings, whose outer body will grow old and decay, but the person – the soul will live forever. King David knew that his child who died as a consequence of David’s sin would be with him in heaven. But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. (2 Samuel 2:23).

Before Genesis After Lucifer’s Fall

 Where  each person will live forever is a choice made somewhere within the divine decrees of God and each humans’ freedom of choice, but every person – every soul lives forever. Only those who know Christ as Savior, who come to the Father through Christ, will live forever in heaven. The rest are condemned to a life of eternal torment, pain beyond expression, and separation from the love of God. Hell is a place never meant for humans but designed for those angelic beings that revolted against God and were cast from heaven before time began. God has longed for  that relationship and has done everything to assure each of us a clear pathway to the cross.

The uniquesness of the human soul as eternal is awe inspiring alone. Still, the story, continues that not only are those who follow Christ to live immortal lives in heaven after their earthly body is destroyed by physical death, but those who follow Christ begin living their lives in heaven the moment they accept Christ’s gift of eternal life. Reread that last sentence and let it sink in. We’ll wait.

A grotto in Ephesus Turkey, Paul with Thecla ministering

Humans need not wait until their souls are freed of their ‘earthly coil’ a term coined by Shakespeare in Hamlet. Positionally, those who are saved by grace are already ‘in heaven.’ Paul writes, in his letter to the church at Ephesus, “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ...” (Ephesians 1:2-3) The language used shows a completed work. Has blessed us shows that it is already finished. We already have every spiritual blessing that are found in the heavenly places.  Certainly we can say, ‘it doesn’t feel like I’m in heaven’. Of course, we are not physically there but positionally. What that means is that when you die in Christ you need not worry about am I going to heaven because you are already there. Allow me to use a simple example. Your parents are citizens of the United States living in Germany. While they are there, you are born. You are positionally an American citizen although you have never been to America. You, however, have all the rights, privileges, and all the blessings of being an American although you have never set foot in this country. Does that help? No one, legitimately, can take your American citizenship from you. If you leave Germany and come to the passport control for the United States of America, they will not look at you and say, you are not a citizen, you must go to the other line and they will consider your request and your credentials. No, they will say, “Welcome Home”.

Christ welcoming a saint

Once you have really and truly accepted Christ’s eternal gift of salvation, you are a citizen of heaven. When you arrive there, escorted by angels into the very presence of Christ, He will welcome with open arms and as He holds you, will whisper, ‘Welcome Home.’


You have seen it. You have seen it and perhaps smiled at it or cursed it. It comes at either the most opportune times for appreciating it or at the worst possible time when it can be almost deadly. Snow with the sun upon it can create amazing views.

I refer, of course, to the amazingly bright reflection of the sun off the snow. For snow enthusiasts looking across the mountainside at the reflection atop the deep layers of freshies it brings joy. A fresh layer of new powder delights the skier and photographer alike. With the right alignment of sun, snow and slope, the skiing is perfect, the photographs awe-inspiring and the day a complete success. The wrong direction of the sun’s rays, however, brings difficulty seeing, treacherous downhills and even when driving to the slopes, it can be a hazard.

A Rainbow with Snow

For those who do not ski nor even care much about venturing out into the snow, except perhaps to track a deer in the last bit of the hunting season, the sun’s rays across the field of snow can still be breathtaking. If your only plans involve being indoors near both a wide picture window from where you can see the sun play across the snow and a brisk fire blazing within a few feet, your concerns are few. Particularly if the fireside holds with it a welcoming easy chair summoning you for an early afternoon nap.

Minot AFB Photo

I am in the latter rather than the former group. My biggest fear when receiving our first assignments from Air Force Basic Training was that mine would include names like Thule, Greenland, Minot, North Dakota or even Clear Air Force Station, Alaska. Beside the geographical locations, the assignments there in the 70’s included fun things such as  Minot’s CATs and it was not a musical! These were Camper Alert Teams where a team went  out for a 3 day stint (sometimes longer depending on how deep the snow had gotten) at a remote missile site. The emphasis is on the word, REMOTE. Checking radar installations near the Arctic Circle from Clear would have been a world of fun, I’m certain! And note the name Clear Air Force Station. A station is not as big as a base which means it has less of the everyday necessities like a full size BX (base exchange), a laundry, proper housing, maybe a theater or a physician on staff, perhaps not even a ‘real’ cook… you know, basics. Thankfully, I never had the joy of visiting Clear so I cannot say what it was like in the 70’s or even now fifty plus years later.

1978 Blizzard

When I left Ohio for San Antonio in 1975, I swore I would not return. I did, however, and now I’ve been here about 65 years. I stood traffic duty in a full size blizzard in 1978. I took my wife, whose water had broken and she was about to deliver our son, to the hospital 48 miles away through swirling wind and temperatures with windchill in the minus 50 range. We had a city snowplow get us out of our driveway to begin that trek. We have endured horrific winter storms and we have had mild, nothing to recall kinds of winters. Still, though, they were winters.

Blizzard 1994

I recall having snow tunnels as a kid built from the snow blown against our house and one winter, our small dog ran off and my elder brother and I went in pursuit. Several blocks away and about an hour into the search, I could not go on, being so cold and the snow so deep. My brother built a small igloo kind of barrier from the wind where he placed me as he continued on and there I sat. It was almost dark when he came back by to retrieve me, our small beagle happily bundled in his jacket.


Years later as a volunteer firefighter we responded on a horrifically cold night to a barn fire at the edge of town. Jumping off the truck, it was obvious the ground was ice covered. I wrapped the inch and a half firehose under my arm and went as quickly as possible toward the barn. The pump operator charged the line, unbeknownst to me. The charged line under 110 pounds of pressure at the nozzle sprang to life, jerking my feet out from under me and slamming me backward on the ice. Recovering, I got into the barn where a calf had tangled himself in a pile of farm tools trying to escape. As I tried to free him from his snare,  the frightened calf leaned forward a bit me with all the force he could muster on my right thigh. His teeth went  through the rubber thigh high boots we were issued in those days. Although my thoughts were to leave him  where he stood, I freed him anyway hoping to someday see him again on a large barbeque pit.

I’m sure I could regale you with more yarns of misadventures in the snow, ice, and cold but suffice it to say, I am much more at home in a hammock, swaying lightly on a sandy beach somewhere in the Caribbean than in anything that begins with the reference to snow. God spoke to Job about snow and asked him an incredible question. “Have you visited the treasuries of the snow, or seen where hail is made and stored? For I have reserved it for the time when I will need it in war.” (Job 38:22-23 NLT) Such an amazing thought particularly if you consider history and how the snow was decisive in so many battles, the most poignant in recent history, the Battle of the Bulge in WWII. Job had declared previously, “For he directs the snow, the showers, and storm to fall upon the earth.” (Job 37:6 NLT) To consider that God uses bitter weather toward His own purposes brings a deeper meaning to the white stuff we so long for on Christmas Eve and despise on March 1st


Winter, I know is God’s method of bringing nature to a time of rest before a new season of spring life and growing begin. That is a wonderful miracle and how some animals change over the winter months or those who hibernate so that their systems are rebooted before spring is certainly God inspired. The beauty of a field covered in a fresh snow can truly be an awe inspiring sight. I thank God for His gift of the seasons and I am thankful as well that just three weeks from tomorrow which will be Saturday Feb. 26th, the Cleveland Indians (aka guardians….) will take on the Cincinnati Reds at Goodyear Park in Phoenix as the Pre-Season begins and SPRING Training is in full swing!


Shadows by Dr. Ross Riggs

What Shadow Will You Leave?

Have you ever thought through as to what will remain of you, your memory, your legacy when you are gone? Most of us try to never think about what it will be like when we are gone because we cannot imagine the world going on without us. We like to be part of the everyday routines, the family gatherings, and the career we have spent so much of our life trying to build. Even those of us who count ourselves Christ-followers and have no fear of death but anticipate only the joy of heaven seldom try to imagine what the world, our world, our house, our home, our everyday interactions could be like without us present.  Ebenezer Scrooge got a foretaste of his cronies gathering in the marketplace and doing business without him there and talking badly  about his demise. The idea of us being anywhere but here and those we see every day going on about their life without us is just something we would prefer not to consider. Perhaps, though, we should.

I wrote, early after my diagnosis, that more people should take the opportunity to follow the song-writer’s admonition and “live like you are dying[i].”  Part of living like you are dying is to treasure each day and take stock as to what kind of impact you are having on others each day. The smallest of gestures, the smile to a stranger you pass on the street, stopping to help a person whose car has left them stranded along the roadside, and the thank you to your hostess may do more good than you can ever imagine. The random acts of kindness may just lighten the load of your fellow life travelers a bit and they may help define the length of your shadow.

            The Psalmist asks of God, “Lord, what are human beings that you care for them, mere mortals that you think of them? They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.”[ii] Other Scriptures speak of the brevity of life with similar analogies. This one, however, is poignant to me. Shadows do fade as quickly as they appear, it seems. As I walked along the wood-line, returning from a short trek into the woods, I noticed my own shadow clearly against a tree. As I moved, or as the sun continued to slide to its horizon, my shadow would disappear among the other shades of gray in the midst of  the fallen leaves and branches. The sharp monochrome image of me disappeared as quickly as it came.

            I know that I cannot change the duration of my shadow here but, by the grace of God, I can change the impact my life may leave on others. There are those who seem to struggle against doing random acts of kindness, as if something inside of them drives them to remember wrongs, real or perceived, committed against them. These must be carried about to throw, like a snowball rolled in a cow pasture, at any who commit a trespass against them, no matter how slight. Some of these folks you will find in a church pew on Sunday mornings. Rather than be railed against, they should be prayed for. They are losing what joy can be had in sharing joy with others.

Still, I am responsible for me, for my shadow. Though its physical presence may appear for a short time and be gone,  the shadows which linger in the memories of those we have touched with our life have a much more persistent existence. How we are remembered by those closest to us matters greatly, for me at least. I am genuinely blessed with a loving family and many grandchildren. Each of them is eager to see me come and prefers not to see me go. The news of my disease struck harshly with them and it is nearly impossible for them to fathom. I have had much more time with some than others of my grandchildren and I hope the Lord will allow me many more years to share with them. I ask that He allow my shadow to gain a deep, rich quality that time alone will not quickly erase. James writes, “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights who does not change like shifting shadows.”[iii]  What better a perfect gift than that of sharing the joy of Christ with another.  

[i]  Written by Tim Nichols and Craig Wiseman, Performed by Tim McGraw, Curb Records, 2004

[ii] Psalm 144:3-5

[iii] James 1:17 NIV

The 400th Anniversary of Thanksgiving… and then there was Christmas!

November is upon us and so comes the Thanksgiving holiday, celebrated in American Christian circles for honoring a specific time when God provided safety and refuge for the initial inhabitants of the Plymouth Colony supported by their ‘Indian’ aka Native American neighbors.

November is upon us and so comes the Thanksgiving holiday, celebrated in American Christian circles for honoring a specific time when God provided safety and refuge for the initial inhabitants of the Plymouth Colony supported by their ‘Indian’ aka Native American neighbors. Here are  historians’ recounting of the event: Thanksgiving. In fact, it took place over three days sometime between late September and mid-November in 1621, and was considered a harvest celebration. This year, 2021 is exactly 400 years since the very first Thanksgiving! Let us see what else the Historians tell us about it…

“Basically it was to celebrate the end of a successful harvest,” says Tom Begley, the executive liaison for administration, research and special projects at Plimoth Plantation. “The three-day celebration included feasting, games and military exercises, and there was definitely an amount of diplomacy between the colonists and the native attendees as well.

Just over 50 colonists  are believed to have attended, including 22 men, four married women—including Edward Winslow’s wife—and more than 25 children and teenagers. These were the lucky ones who had made it through a rough entry into the New World, including a harsh winter during which an epidemic of disease swept through the colony, felling nearly half the original group. Some 78 percent of the women who had arrived on the Mayflower had died during the first winter, a far higher percentage than for men or children. “For the English, the first Thanksgiving was also celebrating the fact that they had survived their first year here in New England,”… 

“We don’t know for sure how it came about that they were there,” Begley says of the Native Americans at the first Thanksgiving. “Some native historians have suggested that Massasoit and his men were in the area anyways, because at the end of the harvest was when they typically made their diplomatic rounds to other native groups. Also, Massasoit commented to the Pilgrims in March of 1621 that they would be back to plant the corn on the south side of what we know as Town Brook in Plymouth. So he still recognizes that there are some planting grounds that are his peoples’ in Plymouth.”

So, we know that as Americans, the first Thanksgiving and those to follow were to give THANKS to God for His provision through the year past and looking forward to His goodness in the year to come. That first Thanksgiving, Pilgrims were thanking God for their own survival, mourning the deaths of those they had lost and praying for protection upon them as they entered the new year. Is that not a sufficient understanding and a foundation for our Thanksgiving celebrations this day?

And soon comes DECEMBER a month within which Americans and people the world over celebrate CHRISTMAS!! I will be blatantly honest, if I hear another ‘Seasons Greetings’ or ‘Happy Holidays’ because someone FEARS offending another person’s religion, I will likely blow a gasket. (Not that I have any gaskets, but with all the metal that has been installed in me in the last 20 years, I would not be surprised to find not only gaskets but leaking valves and metal connections that require a lube and oil!)

Allow me to simply outline a couple of the ‘holidays’ that are celebrated in the next month and then go from there. First, right at our Thanksgiving time, the Sikh mourn the death of a prophet Guru Tegh Bahadur. He was martyred for his faith on November 24, 1675, three hundred and sixty-four years ago. Only 36 years after our first Thanksgiving.  He displayed an act that no other Sikh prophet had ever done. He sacrificed his life to protect the right of any individual to practice a faith of his choice and to not be pressurized into conversion. His was a sacrifice to protect the right of Hindu Pandits of Kashmir to be allowed to wear Janeau (sacred thread) and Tilak (marking on forehead), even though the tenets of Tegh Bahadur’s own belief laid no importance on these articles of faith. The Mughal Emperor, Aurangzeb, was trying to convert all of India to his faith, even at the cost of their religious freedom. You could convert or lose your life. For over four years, this practice was continuous with many losing their lives. A group of Kasmiri Hindu Pandits asked Guru Tegh Bahadur for help. He advised them to tell Aurangzeb they would convert if he could convert Bahadur to Islam.  Under Aurangzeb’s orders, he was arrested in July 1675 and kept in an iron cage in Delhi for over three months, till November 1675. To break his spirit, he was tortured immensely.

To instill the highest element of fear, in front of his eyes, his three disciples were tortured to death in a most inhuman manner. Bhai Sati Das was wrapped in cotton and set to fire. Bhai Mati Das was tied to two poles and sawn alive in two parts, from his head to loin. Bhai Dayala was boiled alive in a cauldron full of water.

Guru Tegh Bahadur’s spirit to stand firm for the cause of freedom could not be weakened and when Aurangzeb failed to persuade him to abandon his faith, he was finally beheaded in public at Chandni Chowk on 24 November 1675.

My prayer is that the faithful followers who mourn Guru Tegh Bahadur would, this Thanksgiving, November 25th, consider the prophet, the King, the Messiah who is not dead but is alive forever more who honors them as people and children of His own and He seeks to draw them close to Himself.

As Christmas comes upon us, so many religions of our world have celebrations that rival or attempt to assimilate the Christian celebration of the birth of the Christ child who came to earth to save us from our sins.

The religion most closely associated with the Christian religion is the Jewish faith whose God, Yahweh, is the God of the Bible, the One and Only God of the Universe. He is the author of Creation and His story is throughout the Old Testament, the Talmud, and the Jewish history has stories replete with the acts of God on behalf of His people. The Jewish faith sees Jesus Christ as a prophet, a good man, a teacher but they do not recognize Him as Messiah although countless scriptures point to Him and His miracles lay before us as undisputable evidence. In December the Jewish nation will celebrate Hanukkiah and the protection of the people by the continuation of Light throughout the time of battle. May, in 2021, many of our Jewish friends find that Christ is the Light and it is He who perpetuated the salvation of the nation on that historic night. May they find the Light of Christ in 2021.

The Wiccan religion will celebrate the SOLSTICE over our time of Christmas. My prayer is that they may come to see light in their darkness. Deuteronomy 4:19 God tells us: “And take heed, lest you lift your eyes to heaven, and when you see the sun, the moon, and the stars, all the host of heaven, you feel driven to worship them and serve them, which the Lord your God has given to all the peoples under the whole heaven as a heritage.” The Psalmist writes in Psalm 8:3-5 “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained, What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit[c] him? For You have made him a little lower than [d]the angels, And You have crowned him with glory and honor.” May our Wiccan friends come to know that the Angel of Light, not that of the darkness, is the One who can provide you with life eternal and a life on this earth more than worth living.

The Islamic calendar holds no celebrations of their holy days in this month of December, based as they are on the time and location of the moon and stars.

Winter Solstice Dec. 21, 2021

The Winter Solstice and religions over time have found December 25th at as a key date for honoring those of their faith who were, in their eyes, equal to Christ. Here is a short list of those who share December 25th and some of the reasons behind it:

So who else celebrated the 25th of December as the birthday of their gods before it was agreed upon as the birthday of Jesus? To be correct, the Christian church has long understood that December 25th is unlikely the actual birthdate of Christ. From the 2nd Century, however, Christian tradition has placed it on this date for whatever their purpose and it has held across the centuries. Biblical scholars debate the actual date and many expect it was closer to the spring of the year. Much is based on the time of Julius Caesar when Quirinius was Governor of Syria and issuing and order for all persons to be registered for taxation. Let us review a few of the religions who use December 25th as their celebratory day.

In India there is the Hindu festival to honor the Hindu deity, Ganesha, where people rejoice, decorate their houses with garlands, and give presents to their friends on this day. The people of China also celebrate this day and close their shops. Buddha is believed to have been born on this day. The great savior and god of the Persians, Mithras, is also believed to have been born on the 25th of December long before the coming of Jesus.

We add only the note that Buddha, though reported as coming “long before… Jesus”, he died, long before Jesus’s death and resurrection. Jesus is the only one still alive. Some say Buddha died in 843 B.C. and others in 949 B.C. This  quote from is instructive, “Did Buddha die a legendary death, choosing the very moment of his passing and calling on his friends to gather round him? Or did he die normally, of old age, an elderly man poisoned by pork or mushrooms…or maybe poisoned by nothing at all?

“Both versions of the death of Buddha are defended by scholars. The more mythic versions are romantic and appealing, but some evidences (sic) suggests that even the poisoning explanation is myth. Many have argued that it is likely that Buddha died not of poisoning but of mesenteric infarction, a condition of advanced age.”[i]

The Egyptians celebrated this day (December 25th) as the birth day (sic) of their great savior Horus, the Egyptian god of light and the son of the “virgin mother” and “queen of the heavens” Isis. Osiris, god of the dead and the underworld in Egypt, the son of “the holy virgin”, again was believed to have been born on the 25th of December. Some claim the story of Horus being born of a virgin, laid in a manger came from the times of the prophet Jeremiah, even that he would have heard these stories while traveling in Egypt. Other times seem to focus on the first to third centuries A.D. but most claim the ancient dates to be the accurate ones of his birth and no records at his  death. There is no expectation that the god Horus remains alive, however. They are accepted by most as mythological gods who protected Pharoah in the early years of Egypt.

The Greeks celebrated the 25th of December as the birthday of Hercules, the son of the supreme god of the Greeks, Zeus, through the mortal woman Alcmene Bacchus, the god of wine and revelry among the Romans (known among the Greeks as Dionysus) was also born on this day. According to, “Hercules was born in the last months of 1286 BC. It may seem impossible to pinpoint the birth of a demi-god so precisely, but ancient Greek legends provide all the clues needed to create a timeline of mythological events. The Greeks did not place their legends in a time so far removed from their own that it was forgotten.” “The early poet Homer believed when he wrote the Iliad and Odyssey that he was describing events that happened only a few hundred years before his own time. The Greek Age of Heroes roughly corresponds to the archaeological Bronze Age.”

Adonis, revered as a “dying-and-rising god” among the Greeks, miraculously was also born on the 25th of December. His worshipers held him a yearly festival representing his death and resurrection, in midsummer. The ceremonies of his birthday are recorded to have taken place in the same cave in Bethlehem which is claimed to have been the  birth place (sic) of Jesus.

The Scandinavians celebrated the 25th of December as the birthday of their god Freyr, the son of their supreme god of the heavens, Odin.

The Romans observed this day as the birthday of the god of the sun, Natalis Solis Invicti (“Birthday of Sol the invincible”). There was great rejoicing and all shops were closed. There was illumination and public games. Presents were exchanged, and the slaves were indulged in great liberties. These are the same Romans who would later preside over the council of Nicea (325 CE) which lead to the official Christian recognition of the “Trinity” as the “true” nature of God, and the “fact” that Jesus was born on the 25th of December too.

In Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Gibbon says: “The Roman Christians, ignorant of his (Christ’s) birth, fixed the solemn festival to the 25th of December, the Brumalia, or Winter Solstice, when the Pagans annually celebrated the birth of Sol ” vol. ii, p. 383.

In summary, allow me to simply say two things. The actual date of Christ’s birth is not known although for whatever reason the early Church fathers chose December 25th

It is now the customary date upon which western Christians celebrate the birth of Christ. We as Christians should worshipfully declare, Merry Christmas! to everyone we meet!  Jesus sits now at the right hand of God in heaven. He has been seen post-resurrection on several occasions by scores, literally hundreds of individuals whose testimonies are part of written history. Don’t let the declaration and celebration of His birth end with us!

Men and women who followed Him, who saw Christ post-resurrection, went about giving testimony to what they saw even under the penalty of death. Not a single one recanted of their testimony and all but the Apostle John died a martyrs death rather than recant. John lived to fulfill the assignment given to him by Christ on the cross. He died an old man having survived prison, being exiled to a remote island, and then still continued to care for the mother of Christ, Mary. (John 19:27)

So… there it is… the myths, the mystical, the real, the One and Only. You choose. For me and my house, we will serve the Lord. I shall give thanks to God this Thanksgiving and in the weeks ahead say Merry Christmas to everyone I meet. If they decry my blatant declaration of my choice for celebrating Christmas, then I will happily share with them the reason for my faith. May God bless them and bring them to a saving knowledge of Him! MERRY CHRISTMAS!



For me, though, it still took the reality of a terminal illness and watching how such news affects my strong, yet fragile, wife and my fairly large family.

The words of the officiant reading ancient Scripture describing the union of two in marriage is often heard and disregarded as mere tradition. It takes some time, in my own case now over forty years of marriage, to see how there is more to  that statement than even the most reflective may note.

Some, including this author, have said that married life can be like a rollercoaster ride. There are, no doubt, lots of ups and downs, twists, and turns but perhaps the rollercoaster isn’t the best descriptor.

In my own case it has taken multiple decades, the difficulties of my own children and their marriages. and the concerns that come in the way of grandchildren who have their own trials, some medical and some just life to bring me to where I am today. For me, though, it still took the reality of a terminal illness and watching how such news affects my strong, yet fragile, wife and my fairly large family.

After careful reflection, I am abandoning the visual picture of a rollercoaster and replacing it with the visual of a DNA helix. To survive the stresses of life, there cannot be a more important foundation than that of a strong Christ-based faith. Our faith must be in our DNA – informing everything we do and all that we are. With that are the dynamics of the helix. If the image is turned  on its side and we see the curves more as ups and downs, one of the keys to success is timing.  No matter our strength, there are days when I will be down and on those days I need my wife, my partner to be up. Then her strength and faith can help uphold me. There will days when my wife will succumb to the pressures of family life and an ill husband with a bleak diagnosis and have her down days. I must be refreshed and strong with my faith in tune to help her through her tough times.

Notice, too, on the helix, there are times when the bands cross. There will be days when, no matter how much faith we share, both of us will have down times. In addition to the Holy Spirit’s presence is how our family with their separate strengths can bring one another back to an even keel.

Thankfully there are times when those bands cross and we are both up. It certainly is not an even distribution that for every up there is a down. Many, in fact, currently most of our days are coming together for both of us to have up days. We should rest as best we can in knowing that all the twists are in the Father’s divine care and we, as with the roller-coaster analogy should remain buckled and ride with our hands and feet inside the ride until the ride comes to a complete halt!


The Passenger’s Log Stardate 29 August 2021


This has been a big week or two here on-board the GENESIS two-seven. First, a praise with a shadow, the OXYGEN is here! Even as I write this, fresh oxygen generated through a machine tucked neatly behind my chair is my new medical marvel, O2 delivered through a plastic hose! I and the crew are very thankful this finally came through. For now it is just for nighttime use for helping me keep my O2 levels up while I sleep. Extended use of it will follow when I have more difficulties moving about during the day. I call my new friend, Gerald. This is Gerald.

Of course, he sits in  the dark, back in a corner. I added another photo to sh9w what Gerald looks like when you shine a little light his way. Gerald prefers to remain in the dark, however.

This is Gerald with a little light shined on him!

I wrote that this was a blessing with a shadow. I don’t know how others react in my situation but I must tell you, the first night I slipped the nasal canula around my neck, even though I knew this was a benefit to me there was a strange feeling about it. Yes, this will help ease my struggle to breath at night and will help me sleep. Within the shadow is the truth that there is no going back. Minus a lung transplant or a divine miracle, once I start this oxygen therapy my reliance on it will only grow stronger. But such is life. I remain thankful for the O2. I have a least one granddaughter who struggles seeing Papaw wear the O2. It reminds her that Papaw may not live as long as she would like. I took some time with her to reassure her that the O2 is just a tool to help me and that God will decide how long I will be aboard this ship.

I’ve titled this post, MISSION 64-1 and here is why. Part of the activity of the week included the celebration of my birthday! On the 27th of August I turned 64. Although I was diagnosed in February 2021 with IPF, the doctors said it is slow to appear so I am guessing that by February, I had probably had IPF five months already which would be August of 2020. That means, this year on my birthday, I can celebrate one year of surviving this disease. That also means that on my 84th birthday I can celebrate it as 84-20!  Each year that another number advances is a victory!

Karin & Ross at Docker’s at Sunset on Kelley’s Island

Also this past week, on the 25th and 26th, the GENESIS two-seven was hovering over Kelley’s Island in Lake Erie. Celebrating our 42nd wedding anniversary, Karin and I drove to Marblehead, Ohio where we boarded a ferry to the island. Arriving at a B&B, the Inn on Kelley’s Island, we hustled ourselves down to Dockers to eat dinner just before the kitchen closed but also in time to enjoy the view of a beautiful sunset.  The next day we enjoyed just traveling the island and taking in the sites.

What’s next? I’m being scheduled now for a new set of breathing tests, x-rays and a new CAT scan to see how much, if any the IPF has advanced. Once those tests are done it is time for another visit to Dr. N. And so it goes.

Verse 16 from Psalm 139 goes like this: “Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.”

Every day of my life was written down by God before there was even one. Knowing that God knows and cares about every day of my life, even before they happen, is more comforting than this Passenger can describe. May God bless all my crew and shipmates and bless each of you in the days ahead!

Through the Eyes of a Child

Jesus with Children courtesy Pinterest

Jesus said that one must have the faith of a child to see the Kingdom of Heaven. Elsewhere the Bible teaches that a ‘child shall lead them…’ What has the counter-everything culture of the 21st Century done to  the minds of children and how they perceive things, including the basic truths of scripture?

I had a very interesting talk with one of my granddaughters, age 9 who recently professed her faith in Christ. She is sharp, as sharp as they come. Incredible for a progeny of mine! Thankfully there were others who donated genes that off-set some of mine! She has the ability to see some of the strangeness of this brave new world of ours and can  be quick to realize there is a great deal of hypocrisy particularly in what she hears about politics and government. At age 9, to her, some things just “Don’t make sense!”  Perhaps age 9 should be the only voting age…

We were out camping a few days ago and I began to share with her about how Christ, Father God and the indwelling Holy Spirit knows our thoughts and words before we ever think them or say them. This wasn’t a scare her into being ‘good’ kind of talk but a reassurance that when she feels alone, she never is. Jesus is always there with her. The Bible, I shared, talks about how there is no place we can go to hide from his presence. We even looked up the total earth population and we talked about how God loves every single one and knows and cares about what is going on in each of those lives.

As I shared about how God is always with us, no matter where we go, she made an amazing observation… “If Jesus were on earth today and it was known he could do that, someone would accuse him of stalking!”

Tell me that isn’t true! You know that it is! Forget the reassurance of his comforting and guiding presence, find a way to keep Christ out by accusing him of having the evilest of intentions. Twist about what Jesus does to keep us and protect us and make him the villain of the drama of our lives. Does that not sound like the 21st century thus far? You know that it does.

Such begs the question, what are we to do about it? Recently I read a quote from a newspaper columnist. He said to the effect, ‘those who want to share their religious views with you seldom want to hear yours.’ Sad but true. Christians, Evangelicals are swept up (some of them) in sharing the Gospel, as well they should be but sharing requires communicating and communicating involves listening. Maybe before we give them our five verses, a short testimony and the example of faith is sitting in a chair… we should take time to listen, really listen. We need to get to know people to know what they are about, how they are hurting and maybe, just maybe, how we can help. Once they know we really do care, then perhaps they will want to hear why we have hope in a world full of hopelessness.

I love spending time with my grandchildren. I learn so much!

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