Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 27, 2011

The Previous Passenger

I am en route to Grand Rapids via Chicago as I write this post at thirty-seven thousand feet. My flight was delayed a bit because of the weather. Chicago was covered with snow — a beautiful thing to behold unless you are trying to get from Point A to Point B without having to spend extra hours at an airport. While our plane was being de-iced, I pulled a copy of Hemispheres, the United Airlines magazine, from the seat pocket in front of me and started mindlessly leafing through the pages. When I turned to page 11, I paused and I smiled. It seems that a previous passenger, a little girl named Sophia, used this page to practice writing the letters of the “alfabet” with an aqua-colored marker. And then on the next page, she wrote a sweet love note to her grandmother — “Grandma I love you so much because your leting me sleep with you.”

Apparently, Sophia was traveling with her grandmother and was quite excited about the opportunity to spend some time with her. I understand how Sophia feels because some of my very best childhood memories are about time spent with my grandparents. I could not help but wonder about this sweet little girl who sat in seat 15C next to her grandmother and practiced writing the alphabet on the glossy pages of an airline magazine. I am thankful that Sophia turned the page in the magazine and used the letters of the alphabet to express her affection for her grandmother. Our words have the power to bless or to curse others. Sophia chose to use her words to bless her grandmother. When she had finished writing her note she signed it “love Sophia” and then put the magazine back in the seat pocket. Sophia never realized that I would stumble across her sweet message on a cold, snowy day while far from home and be encouraged by her words.

I like surprises like the one I found in the Hemispheres magazine. And, I am thankful that I was assigned seat 15C — the seat previously assigned to Sophia, the little girl who unwittingly made me smile. It’s easy to go through life with little thought or regard for the people who will come after us and sit in the places we have previously occupied. If more of us practiced the alphabet like Sophia and then took the time to write love notes or thank you notes or words of encouragement to others, we might bless others in ways we never imagined. What messages will you leave for those who come after you? Let’s follow Sophia’s example and leave a cache of love notes tucked away in places that God can use to encourage those who will one day walk where we have walked. Thanks, Sophia — wherever you are. I hope you have a great time with your grandmother!

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 26, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Broom Seller | 2009 | Srinagar, Kashmir

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 25, 2011

A House of Horrors

Last night I read the 281-page criminal grand jury report concerning Kermit Gosnell, the Philadelphia doctor and abortion provider who stands accused of the deaths of a 41-year-old Nepalese refugee and seven babies. These deaths occurred at his clinic which, according to the report, smelled of animal urine, had blankets and furniture stained with blood, and had improperly cleaned and non-functioning medical equipment.

But worse, “scattered throughout, in cabinets, in the basement, in a freezer, in jars and bags and plastic jugs, were fetal remains.” And, for some unexplained reason, Gosnell kept and displayed a collection of severed baby feet in jars on a shelf. The grand jury’s report included photos of these and other disturbing images.

Gosnell was the go-to man for late-term abortions. The report states that he “regularly and illegally delivered live, viable, babies in the third trimester of pregnancy — and then murdered these newborns by severing their spinal cords with scissors.” He is allegedly responsible for having killed hundreds of viable babies over the years in this same gruesome manner.

One of the most disturbing revelations in the report was that Gosnell’s clinic had not been inspected by regulatory agencies in 17 years. When the National Abortion Federation recently visited Gosnell’s clinic at his invitation, they rejected his application for membership because of the disgusting condition of the clinic. The NAF representative noted that “it was the worst abortion clinic she had ever inspected.”

And yet, she “never told anyone in authority about all the horrible, dangerous things she had seen.” Gosnell operated with impunity. State health officials, the Board of Medicine, and the NAF all failed to address complaints about Gosnell’s operation which included “the unclean, unsterile conditions; the unlicensed workers; the unsupervised sedation; the underage abortion patients; even the over-prescribing of pain pills with high resale value on the street.”

It was not until authorities raided his clinic to investigate reports that he had over-prescribed drugs that they discovered the morbid scope of Gosnell’s house of horrors.

Gosnell, who made millions of dollars over a thirty-year period by performing illegal, late-term abortions, has been charged with eight counts of murder. At his arraignment last month, the 69-year-old doctor was confused by the murder charges. “Is it possible you could explain the seven counts?” he asked. “I understand the one count because of the patient who died but not the others.”

Gosnell’s practices and inability to understand the charges of murdering seven viable babies illustrate the ultimate end of a worldview that does not regard life as sacred. For Gosnell, there is no distinction between abortion and infanticide.

Frances Schaeffer, one of the best Christian minds of the past century, warned that when we disregard life in the womb it isn’t long before we will disregard life outside the womb. When we fail to regard human life as sacred, abortion is only the first stop on the road that eventually leads to infanticide and euthanasia. And, when a “sanctity of life” ethic is replaced by a “quality of life ethic” then even more human beings are in danger, especially handicapped newborns.

Last October I stood under the branches of the killing tree at the Choeung Ek Genocidal Center outside of Phnom Penh, Cambodia. During their brief years in power, the Khmer Rouge soldiers took infants from their mothers and swung them by their feet against the trunk of this particular tree and then tossed their lifeless and bloody remains into the adjacent mass grave.

The Khmer Rouge also took babies and tossed them in the air and either shot them or impaled them on the bayonets on their rifles. The killing tree is a sobering reminder of what can ultimately happen to a society when those who have no regard for human life exercise power. When we fail to treat others, including those who are the most vulnerable, with respect and dignity, then we are all in danger of living in a house of horrors.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 23, 2011

All Weather Warriors

Blended by God ABF

Over the past five years, Kingsland’s missions ministry has mobilized thousands of volunteers to serve the people of our community. Our weekend warriors generally serve on most Saturdays of the year. Our teams have assisted people from one end of Houston to the other and served in every kind of weather that Houston has to offer — from the hottest to the coldest and everything in between. This past weekend was more than a little chilly when Jon Davis, our missions ministry associate, and I loaded supplies into our Go Beyond trailer for our workday at the Katy Christian Ministries community garden. Our missions ministry provided the funds to create this garden that yields fresh produce that is distributed to people in need by the KCM Food Pantry.

As I said, this past Saturday was a bit on the cold side. However, Jon and and I were encouraged when we arrived at the garden to find that the members of Kingsland’s Blended by God Adult Bible Fellowship had arrived early. The cold did not keep them away. They were bundled up, sipping on coffee, and ready to work. Our team wasted no time in moving ten yards of crushed granite to build up the paths around the vegetable beds and then spread five yards of mulch on adjacent beds. It didn’t take long for everyone to work up a sweat and shed their coats. Our team did their work in record time. I personally enjoy our weekend service initiatives because they give me an opportunity to meet more of the Kingsland family, like the hard-working folks in the Blended by God group. I am always encouraged by the cheerful work of our team members, especially on days when it is hotter or colder or wetter than usual.

Working in spite of the weather is important. I am not a big sports fan but I do admire certain athletes, among them NBA great Jerry West who played his entire professional career for the Los Angeles Lakers. His silhouette is featured in the NBA logo. West once said, “You can’t get much done in life if you only work on the days when you feel good.” He was right. And, to turn West’s phrase, “You can’t get much done for the kingdom if you only work on days when the weather is pleasant.” A.W. Tozer, one of my historical mentors, said that the kingdom of God does not advance at our convenience but at our inconvenience. Tozer was also right. I am grateful for Kingsland’s all weather weekend warriors who faithfully serve our community in spite of the weather. Anybody can serve on pleasant days. However, serving others on less than pleasant days makes a strong statement about our determination to love God and love people. Because of groups like the Blended by God ABF, we are off to a good start in 2011. May our light continue to shine before others in such a way that they see our good works and glorify our Father who is in heaven (Matthew 5:16). I hope that you will join the ranks of Kingsland’s all weather weekend warriors this year!

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 20, 2011

Unused Perfume

Since I started blogging in September 2008, I have posted 442 blog entries, including this one. Almost daily, I look at the statistical info on my blog to get a sense of what guests are reading and to see who referred them to my site. I also look at the stats of the most-read blog entries every week — thus, the subject for today’s post.

In July 2009 I posted an entry on William Borden, the heir to the famous Borden dairy estate. Borden renounced career paths that would have ensured him a comfortable life and chose instead to serve as a missionary to a Muslim people group in China. While en route to China he contracted spinal meningitis and died at the age of twenty-five. Today, ninety-eight years after his death, William Borden is one of the names most often searched for on the internet. And, every week, my blog entry on Borden is one of most-read posts on my site.

Borden’s decision to become a missionary ran contrary to what his family and friends expected him to do with his life. One friend expressed amazement at the decision and commented that Borden was throwing his life away by becoming a missionary. The world has never understood the value of a life wasted for God and for His purposes.

Missionary Jim Elliot and four of his friends were martyred in Ecuador in 1956. Many considered their deaths to be a tragic waste. Elliot would disagree. He once wrote, “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.”

Early in 1999, Graham Staines, an independent Baptist missionary from Australia, and his two young sons were murdered by Hindu extremists in Orissa, India. What the world considers a waste is seen as otherwise in heaven. The Psalmist (116:15) declared, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.”

The world has always failed to grasp the significance of waste — of giving all to Jesus.

The Gospel of Mark records the story of a woman who had an expensive jar of perfume. When Jesus was dining at the home of a man named Simon the Leper in Bethany, the woman approached Jesus and did the unexpected — “She broke the jar and poured the perfume on His head” (Mark 14:3).

Her shocking act of devotion provoked criticism from some in the room who asked, “Why has this fragrant oil been wasted?” (Mark 14:4). The woman’s critics argued that the perfume might have been sold and the proceeds given to the poor. Jesus, however, put everything into proper perspective. “Leave her alone,” Jesus said. “Why do you trouble her? She has done a beautiful thing to me” (Mark 14:6).

People like William Borden and Jim Elliot and Graham Staines understood what it meant to do something beautiful and noble for Jesus. The sweet fragrance of their lives is as strong today as it was on the day they broke their jars of perfume and did something beautiful for Jesus. Their lives challenge us to come to terms with the unused perfume that we selfishly cling to and refuse to pour out.

There is nothing beautiful about unused perfume. When you think about it, the only perfume that is truly wasted is that which remains in the jar. Every day we have opportunities to do something beautiful and noble for Jesus. Be willing to break your jar of perfume and release the sweet fragrance of waste for the One who has given us everything.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 19, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

My grandfather, Felipe Garcia, circa 1919. | San Diego, Texas

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 17, 2011

The Future of History

My Grandfather & Friends | San Diego, Texas | 1912

This past weekend I returned to Mission, the South Texas city where I was born. On Saturday, the Mission Historical Museum posthumously recognized my grandparents for their service to the community and award them the President’s Pioneer Award. My youngest sister Laura worked with the museum staff and a local historical researcher to prepare a presentation of the history of my grandfather’s contribution to the development of the area. Twenty-three years after both of my grandparents died at the age of ninety-six, the meeting hall was packed with guests. It was an amazing experience to listen to the people who were mentored by my grandfather share their personal stories about him. Their stories enriched and added to what we already know about our family’s history.

Over the past few days I have thought much about the importance of knowing family history. We have traced my Dad’s family history back as far as the mid-1500’s and traced my beautiful mother’s history back three generations. My sister Laura has added significant research to the most recent one-hundred plus years of our family’s story and is now working on ways to compile all of that information in a volume that we can share with all of our surviving family and extended family. We’ll add the new stories shared by those who spoke at the recognition ceremony this past weekend. All of this focus on family history has caused me to think about the future of history and how easy it is for families to lose touch with their past. When we lose touch with those who made our existence possible and fail to record our own story, then we put the future of our own history at risk.

If you have not already done so, I encourage you to become more intentional about researching and recoding your family’s history and adding your own story to the record. Last year I posted a blog entitled Be a Family Historian in which I offered the following practical suggestions on how you can record your family’s history. I offer these suggestions below for your consideration along with a couple of new additions.

Interviews | Interview your grandparents and parents. Ask them to share stories about their childhood and your family that you can share with your children. If possible, interview them at a place that will awaken sleeping memories that might otherwise never be seen or heard. 

Photographs | Sit with your family’s elders and ask them to tell you the stories associated with old photographs. Record the stories and names of the people in the photographs. Use a photo service to create photo books that can be easily reproduced and shared with family members. 

Technology | Make video and audio recordings of family members. Use an interview format and ask them specific questions about your family history. 

Holidays | Use holidays, reunions, and other times when your family gathers together as a time to talk with older family members and to record some of your family’s history.

Journal | Don’t neglect to record your own history. If you are a parent, start a journal for each of your kids that you can pass on to them when they leave home or get married. Keep it simple and record colorful snippets of their childhood history. And, record some of the things that define you or that God has used to shape you.

Newspapers | Visit your local library to review newspapers that contain stories about your family, including birth announcements, obituaries, or recognitions. Make copies of these to add to your records.

Friends | Those who knew your grandparents or other family members are a hidden source of information. Interview and record the recollections of peers or others who knew deceased family members. Their candid stories can give additional insight into a family member’s personality or achievements.

In these days of almost unlimited access to information, there is little excuse for not recording family history. We should not underestimate how this information can potentially inspire, encourage, and help future generations to appreciate and learn from the examples of those who made their existence possible. Do something today to ensure the future of your history.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 14, 2011

Lines in Pleasant Places

I am back in Mission, Texas, the place where I was born. Located just a few miles north of the Rio Grande River, Mission was the South Texas version of Mayberry — a small but adventurous place for a kid like me to grow up. In 1908, Mission was named after the nearby La Lomita Mission located on the Rancho La Lomita. La Lomita Mission was founded by the Oblates of Mary Immaculate, a French religious order of the Catholic Church. When the Missouri Pacific Railroad established a railway station nearby, the population of the small settlement began to grow. The first citrus trees in the Rio Grande Valley were planted in the Mission area and today account for a significant portion of the Valley’s economy. I hunted jack-rabbits in local citrus orchards when I was a kid. And, my family always enjoyed juicy oranges and Ruby Red grapefruit purchased directly from local farmers.

My grandfather, Felipe Garcia, arrived in Mission on March 19, 1921. Prior to his arrival, he served as a Sergeant Major in World War 1 and later started the first Hispanic Boy Scout Troop in South Texas. Even Boy Scouts were segregated at that time. After moving to Mission, he met and married my grandmother Lucy who captured his heart. He started a successful income tax and real estate business and served as a city commissioner and mayor pro-tem for the city of Mission from the 1930’s to the 1960’s. He was also a founder of the Hidalgo County Child Welfare Board whose purpose it was to look after the children of men in jail. Through his colorful career he met and sold a car to Pancho Villa, the Mexican Revolutionary general, and met Charlie Chaplain and other silent film-era movie stars. He remained actively engaged in and concerned about the life of the community until his death at the age of ninety-six.

Tomorrow, the Mission Historical Museum will posthumously recognize my grandparents with their President’s Pioneer Award. Our family is here for the occasion which will be attended by a former Congressman who was one of my grandfather’s Boy Scouts and many others he mentored or that were touched by his life. Earlier today I stopped by the museum, where his WW1 uniform and correspondence with General Pershing is on permanent display, to look at the preparations. Although I know lots of my grandfather’s personal history, I learned even more today about my remarkable and beloved blue-eyed grandfather. He deeply cared about his family but he also worked tirelessly to make Mission a better place for his generation and the generations to follow.

When I walked out of the museum where the ceremony will take place tomorrow, I was reminded of David’s words in Psalm 16:6 — “The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.” I am thankful that my grandfather lived wisely and set an example worthy of imitation for his family. I am also glad that he considered how his choices would impact those who would come after him. It is indeed a blessing to look back on a life well lived and to be the beneficiary of that kind of beautiful inheritance. My grandfather’s example reminds me that I too must live wisely if I am to leave my family a beautiful inheritance. The most spiritual thing that we do on any given day is to make choices because our choices either draw us closer to or away from God. And, our choices have reach far beyond our lifetime and will determine whether or not the lines will fall in pleasant places for those who come after us. I am deeply grateful that because of Felipe and Lucy the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 13, 2011

100,000 Thanks

I enjoy writing. Someone once asked me which I would choose if given the option to write or to speak as a means of communication. I replied that I would rather write than speak. Long before I entered the world of blogging I kept journals. On occasion I will pick up one of my fifty-plus journals and revisit a day in my past. The great thing about keeping a journal is that it forced me to write about the ordinary things in my life as well as the not-so-ordinary happenings — essentially about the many things that moved, disturbed, and shaped me. Had I not taken the time to journal, many of these experiences would have died and turned to dust, forever buried in my cemetery of lost memories. Instead, the things I recorded are more like photos carefully placed in an album that I can view again and again.

A few days ago I received an e-mail from WordPress about my blog. According to WordPress, 2010 was a good year for my blog. Here are a few of the stats they recorded about Go Beyond blog.

Guests | Approximately 47,000 folks visited this blog last year (lots of regular guests). The map that tracks my viewers shows that they visited this blog from locations around the world. This is something that a journal could never do. One good thing about blogging is that it gives bloggers a prospective world-wide audience.

Posts | My blog has developed into an on-mission travelogue and devotional guide. I posted 156 new posts last year on a variety of topics, including issues concerning injustice in our world. The discipline of posting every few days forced me to look carefully and to think deeply about the world around me. That’s a good thing.

Pictures | I added 202 new photos to my blog last year, many of these from locations around the planet. I recently added a new feature to my blog entitled Wordless Wednesday where I post a single photo and let it speak for itself. A picture is certainly worth a thousand words.

Traffic | The month of July was the busiest month on my blog with 9,293 views. July 11 was the busiest day with 957 views of my post entitled On Miracles and Death. I led a team of students and adult sponsors to serve at Mother Teresa’s homes in Kolkata last July which explains why so many people visited my blog. Lots of parents and relatives and friends followed our journey.

Referrals | WordPress tracks every referral to my blog. Many of my guests were referred by Kingsland’s website, links on FaceBook and Twitter, links from other bloggers, and other miscellaneous sources. The online community is a great way to connect and to pass along information to others.

Searches | Many of the guests who visited my blog found it through search engines like Google. Other than folks who Googled my blog by the words “go beyond,” the other top search words that led them to my blog was William Borden, the heir to the Borden dairy estate who renounced his fortune to become a missionary. Ninety-nine years after his unexpected death en route to the mission field, Borden continues to influence others to go beyond in their service to God.

Yesterday, the guest meter on my blog clicked past the 100,000 mark. I am grateful to every person who has visited my blog. Many of you are regular readers, some occasional readers, and others of you just stumbled on to my site as you cruised virtual highways. Regardless of how, who, or what led you to this site, thanks for stopping by. I pray that what I have written thus far has encouraged, convicted, inspired, or challenged you in some way to go beyond — to do more than you have ever done for God and His purposes and to live adventurously for Him.

Posted by: Omar C. Garcia | January 12, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Irony on display at airport bookstore. | Bangkok, Thailand

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