Friday, April 25, 2008

A Hero: Kristina Gerk


The last 2 weeks have been so busy! But there is always time to showcase a hero, and for this post, it is my daughter Kristina!
Kristina is a wonderful 14 year-old who made the decision to publicly proclaim that she wants to follow Jesus...so she was baptised!
No easy decision, nor was it easy to deliver her testimony in front of so many people telling us all why she wanted to do this, what Jesus had done in her life, and the choices she wants to make for the future.
It took courage and conviction for her to do this...and I am so proud of her.
Kristina, let the adventure begin!!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Busy Time

Wow...lot's happening. Our yearly convention is this week. Probably the busiest time of the year in our shool....we expect 500+ folks to be attending...

On another note, I'll be traveling to Russia on May 5th, to meet with school officials on the topic of online schooling. The relationships we have developed over the years are set to impact Russia in a big way! It's an exciting time....please pray for the trip...Marina will also be going with me this time...it's short and quick but necessary.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Happy Birthday Elissa!

Our oldest daughter had her birthday today!!

It is so hard to believe that so many years ago we brought this little bundle home from the hospital....that's a lement every parent says.

Enough about me...it's her special day...and a Happy Birthday to her! May God Bless her and keep her, and keep her in His care.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Still Chasing Francis

Wikipedia has more on the Gorbachev statement that he was a Christian:

On March 19th 2008, during a surprise visit to pray at the tomb of Saint Francis in Assisi, Italy, Gorbachev announced that he was a Christian. Gorbachev stated that "St Francis is, for me, the alter Christus, the other Christ. His story fascinates me and has played a fundamental role in my life." He added, "It was through St Francis that I arrived at the Church, so it was important that I came to visit his tomb."[26]


However, a few days later, he reportedly told the Russian news agency Interfax, "Over the last few days some media have been disseminating fantasies—I can't use any other word—about my secret Catholicism, [...] To sum up and avoid any misunderstandings, let me say that I have been and remain an atheist."[27]. In response, a spokesman for the Russian Orthodox patriarch Alexei II told the Russian media: "In Italy, he (Gorbachev) spoke in emotional terms, rather than in terms of faith. He is still on his way to Christianity. If he arrives, we will welcome him."[27]

And so will we all!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Chasing Francis


By: Ian Morgan Cron
Nav Press / 2006 / Paperback


I am re-reading this book...it is challenging to the core. Interesting read. The story is of a pastor who has a crisis of faith and then decides to go on a pilgrimage, visiting the places that St. Francis of Assisi lived out his faith.

It has many words of wisdom so it is worth a read...especially in light of the following post:

Chasing Francis: Mikhail Gorbachev admits he is a Christian


Mikhail Gorbachev admits he is a Christian
By Malcolm Moore in Rome
Last Updated: 3:04am GMT 19/03/2008

Mikhail Gorbachev, the last Communist leader of the Soviet Union, has acknowledged his Christian faith for the first time, paying a surprise visit to pray at the tomb of St Francis of Assisi.

Accompanied by his daughter Irina, Mr Gorbachev spent half an hour on his knees in silent prayer at the tomb.

His arrival in Assisi was described as "spiritual perestroika" by La Stampa, the Italian newspaper.
"St Francis is, for me, the alter Christus, the other Christ," said Mr Gorbachev. "His story fascinates me and has played a fundamental role in my life," he added.

Mr Gorbachev's surprise visit confirmed decades of rumours that, although he was forced to publicly pronounce himself an atheist, he was in fact a Christian, and casts a meeting with Pope John Paul II in 1989 in a new light. Mr Gorbachev, 77, was baptised into the Russian Orthodox Church and his parents were Christians. In addition, the parents of his wife Raisa were deeply religious and were killed during the Second World War for having religious icons in their home.
Ronald Reagan, the former United States president, allegedly told his close aides on a number of occasions that he felt his opponent during the Cold War was a "closet believer".

Mr Reagan held deep religious convictions himself. However, until now Mr Gorbachev has allowed himself to express only pantheistic views, saying in one interview "nature is my god".

After his prayers, Mr Gorbachev toured the Basilica of St Francis and asked in particular to be shown an icon of St Francis portraying his "dream at Spoleto".

St Francis, who lived in the 12th century, was a troubadour and a poet before the spiritual vision caused him to return to Assisi and contemplate a religious life.

Even in his early days, St Francis helped the poor, once giving all of his money to a beggar. As well as spending time in the wilderness, he also nursed lepers and eventually became a priest.

"It was through St Francis that I arrived at the Church, so it was important that I came to visit his tomb," said Mr Gorbachev.


"I feel very emotional to be here at such an important place not only for the Catholic faith, but for all humanity."

He also asked the monks for theological books to help him understand St Francis's life.

Father Miroslavo Anuskevic, who accompanied the former Soviet leader, said: "He was not recognised by any of the worshippers in the church, and silently meditated at the tomb for a while. He seemed a man deeply inspired by charity, and told me that he was involved in a project to help children with cancer.

"He talked a lot about Russia and said that even though the transition to democracy had been very important for the world, it was very painful for Russia. He said it was a country which has a great history, and also a great spirituality."

Monday, March 17, 2008

Why Blog?

There are a variety of reasons. For myself, it allows me to voice, even if it is only to myself, my thoughts on various life lessons that I'm learning through many means, ie. books, friends, etc.

It's also a tool to help other people. I've started a few other blogs, one of which is dedicated to the village my family lived in and helped establish: the Volga German village of Josefstal. Through the posting of photographs, I've already helped one family find relatives living in Argentina. I'm hoping it will do much more as well...it becomes a way to get historical material out that I've been collecting for 20+ years.

As many of us document the history of our people, blogging can be a rich source of information that no one even knew was available. I've also set up a blog dealing with the refugee camp my grandfather was in, located in Frankfurt/Oder Germany....just after he escaped from Russia. This will provide an outlet for a number of hisorical documents I and others have collected on the Volga Germans and the persecution they underwent. As well, it provides a rich resource of stories...of great faith and great tragedy...amazing how those always seem to go together!

And, naturally, there is my abortion blog, which seeks to document some especially grizzly abortion practices here in BC and elsewhere. As I come across information...why keep it in some dusty old file? Blogging allows all of us to get these stories out.

So there...just a few examples of how we can impact our culture and society!

Friday, March 14, 2008

Tolerating Infanticide - Tolerating Murder

Stand to reason blog reports:

A recent study indicated that young Christians are interested in a broader array of social issues and ending abortion has become a lower priority. Some theologians and social activists encourage us to broaden our agenda, but somehow in that broader agenda abortion is not usually mentioned, and ending it is not a goal. There are a number of important concerns wrapped up in "social justice," but abortion always has to be a high priority because it has tremendous ramifications on our view of humanity, and that in turn results in further social injustices.

Wesley J. Smith warns that our society is growing more tolerant of infanticide because we've sacrificed the fundamental principle of intrinsic value in accepting legalized abortion and its philosophical companions that undermine the humanity of the most vulnerable.

A few years ago we were introduced to the "Groningen Protocol" from Holland. Shocking. Yet, the ideas weren't greeted by universal horror. The New York Times and the New England Journal of Medicine wrote sympathetic articles about Dutch infanticide. Princeton ethicist Peter Singer has been endorsing infanticide for years.

And now in "Ending the Life of a Newborn," the Hastings Center Report —the most important bioethics journal in the world—has just published another pro Groningen Protocol article, granting even greater support for Dutch infanticide among the bioethics intelligentsia. Not only do the authors, a Dutch and an American bioethicist, support lethally injecting dying babies, but also those who are disabled, writing, "Critics charge that the protocol does not successfully identify which babies will die. But it is precisely those babies who could continue to live, but whose lives would be wretched in the extreme, who stand in most need of the interventions for which the protocol offers guidance."

The article assumes that guidelines will protect against abuse, but infanticide is by definition abuse....

With growth of personhood theory that denies the intrinsic value of human life, and with the invidiously discriminatory "quality of life" ethic permeating the highest levels of the medical and bioethical thinking, we are moving toward a medical system in which babies are put down like dogs and killing is redefined as a caring act.

But bigotry is bigotry and murder is murder—even if you spell it c.o.m.p.a.s.s.i.o.n.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Reading....



Currently Reading:
The Shack
by William P Young




An interesting book that will impact you as you read. I will not give out too much of the plot here, but I must admit that this book has the potential of changing the way you see and relate to God. As each of us walk through and are involved in our "story", from time to time something or someone comes along and makes things a little clearer. I'm still mulling over the potential I see in this book...and the impact it will have on my relationship with the Creator. Stay tuned...and in the meantime, why not read it with me...and then we can talk about its impact?

There is even a web site, forum and testimonials you can visit for the book here.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Writing again....

It feels good to have a venue where I can write and share. My Pastor, Dave Kalaman asked me to write a column on abortion for his weekly Castanet column.

I was honoured and so here it is. Enjoy.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Not Blogging

I haven't been blogging for awhile...sorry....these pages have been boring, not that my life is boring, it's anything but, I just have not had the time or energy to add thoughtful comments here. I still debate wether I should switch to my Xanga site, but have not yet decided.

Stay tuned...I'm reading some interesting books that I'll post here.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Happy Birthday David!!

18 years ago today we were given a wonderful gift....a young man who God has great things planned for. He is now 18, and we love David dearly. He is leadership material and our prayer is that he finds his calling, his destiny, and that he pursues it with all his might.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Monday, December 03, 2007

The First Sunday of Advent

Blogger and friend George Grant writes of the season:


"There is something about saying, 'We always do this,' which helps keep the years together. Time is such an elusive thing that if we keep on meaning to do something interesting, but never do it, year would follow year with no special thoughtfulness being expressed in making gifts, surprises, charming table settings, and familiar, favorite food. Tradition is a good gift intended to guard the best gifts." Edith Schaeffer

Throughout history, Christians have marked the passing of the days, weeks, and months of any given year with the sequential details of the Gospel story—with an anticipation of the coming of Jesus during Advent, His birth at Christmas, His trials, temptations, betrayal, and death during Lent, His resurrection at Easter, the coming of the Spirit on Pentecost, and then the growth and maturity of the church thereafter until the cycle is repeated the next year. In other words, the keeping of the seasons is a way for us to retell the Gospel every single year, from start to finish.

Advent is thus, the beginning of the “church year” or “church calendar.”

This season is one of those rare times when even the most spontaneous of us loves to recall old traditions and familiar legacies. We love to sing old carols. We love to break out the old dishes, the old recipes, and the old stories. Advent traditions abound.

For instance, the Advent season begins today--four Sundays prior to Christmas. Traditionally, Christian families and churches have celebrated this season of preparation each Lord’s day with the lighting of one candle in a small table-top evergreen circle--known as an Advent Wreath--accompanied by an appropriate Scripture reading. The candles vary in color from culture to culture, but generally the first three candles are red or purple and the last one is white or golden. For families that find themselves each year vowing that their celebration of the season will focus more on the real meaning of Christmas and less on the brouhaha, this is the place to begin to set the tone for the holidays.

Another enduring tradition is Saint Nicholas Day. Celebrated on December 6, this day recalls the selfless service of Nicholas of Myra (c. 288-354). The fourth century pastor ultimately inspired the tradition of Santa Claus. In reality, he was a model of graciousness, generosity, and Christian charity. His great love and concern for children drew him into a crusade that ultimately resulted in child protection laws that remained in force for more than a thousand years. His feast day is celebrated around the world. In the Netherlands, cookies and gingerbread treats are often placed in shoes or laid out stockings for the sleeping children--which may well have been the origin of Christmas gifts and hearthside stockings.

Regardless of what particular traditions our individual families celebrate, as we begin this new season of glad tidings, let us enter into a new season of Gospel retelling with great joy, remember the old paths, the old ways, and the old traditions, with new and fresh faith.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Happy Birthday Becky!

Our dear daughter, Becky, is now 23. She is a fine young woman who has a heart of gold. Her love of her family, her loyalty to family and friends, and her ability to bring a smile is deeply precious to us.

Becky, we love you dearly! Happy Birthday!

Chris Rice - Untitled Hymn (Come To Jesus) Lyrics

Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!

Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!

And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall...so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!

O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

The Most Beautiful Picture in the world....


This past Sunday, the kids sat us down and presented us with a large photo they had arranged to be taken this past summer. Telling us it was instead of a party for our anniversary, it has to be just about the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
My thoughts ranged from are they all ours, to who is this crowd of people? But the truth is, their all ours, given to us by God as a gift.
I, above all men, am truly Blessed.
More photos coming....

Monday, August 20, 2007

Happy Birthday Marina

The love of my life is having a birthday today! Alas, she is still in Germany but returns home this week! Yahoo!

Happy Birthday my sweet!

Sunday, August 12, 2007

A story that can now be told

Just shortly after the Russian revolution, during the time of the civil war in Russia, scores of young men found themselves trying to eliminate Bolsheviks that ruled them with an iron hand. While the Red Terror spread across Russia, one of my grandfather's older brothers, Jakob Gerk, fought alongside various groups of men trying to oust the commissars that ruled them. Communist officials sought to arrest Jakob, couldn't find him, so they arrested my grandfather instead. While languishing in prison, my grandfather heard a familiar voice...that of his brother Jakob who they had found after all! Not quick to correct an error, it took the forging of documents by Josef Hoffmann to arrange the release of all the men from our village. Near death, my grandfather and his brother returned to the village, with my grandfather having made the decision that he would flee Russia.

Uncle Jakob, for whatever reason, chose to stay. The next few years would see him marry and have children. One of those children, Lydia, we would meet at our family reunion.

The Stremel Family (Lydia Gerk Stremel on far right)

Lydia would fill in for us the missing information on what happened to this brave man. He would go out of his way to look for ways to feed his children, even as communist officials would make it more and more difficult for people to survive. "Sow what you have hidden" was the command from these cruel taskmasters, to people who had nothing. Thousands would starve in the 1930's (that's another story). Jakob would be arrested in 1938, charge with the crime of stealing grain to feed his children. He would be sentenced to 5 years in a labour camp, where he would die of starvation sometime in 1942. I say sometime, because our family never heard from him again. A fellow prisoner would later contact the family to let them know how Jakob perished. But this would be years after the fact.

But Jakob was a hero. I have one of the secret documents detailing communist officials disdain with Jakob and my family, dated 1938, from the archives. It's a fascinating read...accusing members of my family with anti-soviet activity...even my great-grandfather is accused of fighting against the Bolsheviks, and of course, our family was branded as "Kulaks".

One of my kids once suggested I worked on this hobby to show how we were related to royalty. How wrong that is! No royal blood flows in our veins. Instead, our family is made up of simple people who were, in my opinion, heroes. They loved their families, protected them, fed them, and then died for them. These are the stories I want to pass down to my children and their children.

I was proud to get a copy of a photo of Jakob and his wife, which I've posted here. It's amazing to see how our lives are made up of such stories, and that in the midst of hurt and tragedy, there are hopeful stories of faithfulness.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Happy 10th Birthday Steven!!



Steven is 10 years old! This young man who is so serious and already has plans to change the world! Wow...I never looked at life that way when I was his age. May God continue to shed His grace upon Steven...and we are so thankful he is a part of our family. We love you Steven!!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Summer...

The summer is whizzing by. Thankfully, we got a week of camping in and the weather was wonderful! But of course, our tent trailer died and sits in our driveway broken. What to do next? Who knows..it is ancient - from 1972 and they don't make them anymore. We love camping..I guess we will see what God will come up with.

Marina leaves on Monday for a whole month!! Her Mom and Dad had a holiday planned to Germany - Marina's Mom won't travel on her own so she is using her Dad's points and travelling with her Mom...it will be a good break for Marina but a month is a long time. I think I'll be OK but the little things like doing Ashley's hair and doing laundry do intimidate me. Meals and everything else I can handle. I'll keep on going into work at 6 so I'm home with the kids relatively early. This will be an adventure that is for sure. I'm feeling positive about it and I know God will take care of all of us!

Derek, how about lunch?

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Happy Birthday Andrew!!


Our oldest son, Andrew, is now 19 years old. Wow!!

Andrew has grown into a fine young man and we pray that God will continue to lead and guide him into his destiny!

Andrew, we love you and we pray for good things for you!!

Weird Guy

Gotta love this post:

Weird GuyTopic: "God Is Not Great"
Christopher Hitchens is interviewed in the latest Atlantic Monthly about all the debates he was in promoting his book on atheism. That would include, of course, the CT debate he had with me. Some fun stuff shakes out in this.

"What I haven’t had from anyone, in print or in person, is any argument that surprised me, that I couldn’t have completely predicted."

This is amazing stuff, really. I have never met anyone before who could completely predict all the questions he wouldn't be able to answer.

And the interviewer -- a very sharp someone named Jennie Rothenberg Gritz -- brings up the CT debate:
"What about the question of morality without God? Al Sharpton spent a lot of time grilling you on that. And it was also a major theme in your email debate with the Christian author Douglas Wilson at Christianity Today."

Hitchens responded here with a two word answer: "Weird guy." Okay, so we don't disagree completely.

The interviewer then summarized my argument, showing that she understood it completely.

"Wilson insisted that if you took Jesus out of the equation, the words 'right' or 'wrong' would have no meaning. Thoughts in the brain would just be a series of chemical reactions, like bubbles in a soft drink. As he put it, 'If you were to take a bottle of Mountain Dew and another of Dr. Pepper, shake them vigorously, and put them on a table, it would not occur to anyone to ask which one is ‘winning the debate.’ They aren't debating; they are just fizzing.'"

Quite admirable. But then Hitchens soars off into something that a translator of the King James Version would have described as an observation "that followeth not, no way."
"What he’s saying is that if he ceases to believe in Jesus, he’s going to instantly become an immoral person. It’s a terrible admission to have made! It’s an awful insult to human self-respect to say that. And they don’t seem to understand that they give themselves over in that way. It’s like saying that nothing would stop me from raping you now if I weren’t under the supervision of a heavenly dictator. And I have a higher opinion of myself than that."

Oh, well. One more time, for old time's sake. No, I am not saying that I would become an immoral person. It is in the highest degree likely that I would become an irrational person, like Hitchens, using words like "self-respect" and "awful" and "immoral" when I have no concrete way of defining those terms, or defending the definitions once I had hauled them out of my pile of emotional residue from my Christian upbringing. I would be, in short, just like Hitchens, pinned to the wall. I would extricate myself by saying that "I have a higher opinion of myself than this."

We dare say you do.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Happy Birthday Kristina!!

Wow...our "American" girl is 14...A delight to have around and a great basketball player.

May she do great things for the Kingdom of God.

We love you Nina!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Father's Day


Ahhhh, once again I am a man blessed like no other. My family gives in to my chocolate cravings at various special events, and today was no exception!
Thanks gang, for thinking of me!!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Sigh...am I so predictable?

Your Russian Name Is...

Igoryok Jeirgif Novikov


You Are Ned Flanders

A good neighbor and a devout Christian, you are a community leader.

And you are called to make the world a better place, especially for left handed people.

You will be remembered for: your goofy expressions - "hi-dilly, ho-dilly!"

Your life philosophy: "I've done everything the Bible says - even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff!"

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Mexico

As I've written before, the Grade 11 class from heritage Christian School is in Puerto Escondido on a misisons trip for six weeks. I encourage you to read their blog...the kids are writing some fascinating accounts of life there and the lessons God is teaching them. David is among them. We heard from him the other day as he was tring to call home for Mother's Day. He's sick with an ear infection and working. We miss him but this is an adventure like no other.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Ramblings....

In Abbotsford for a meeting of home schooling Mom's. A great chance to PR the school as well as meet a number of our enrolled families. Marina got to go with me, so this was special!! Adult conversation for Marina! A quiet dinner, IKEA and the dollar store were on the agenda. Life doesn't get any better. Took a walk at Bridle Falls, my fav place, and it was wonderful!

Greg is in Russia meeting with Len and staff, so we will get the lowdown on possiblities in Russia next week. God is good!

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Happy Birthday Ashley!!

Wow, our very own princess is now 6 years old! It seems only yesterday we brought her home from the hospital (yes, we made it to the hospital for this one!).

She's a special little girl whom we love a lot!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

The Great Debate



With thanks to the folks at Christianity Today for this fascinating debate....read on...

David in Mexico

On his second missions trip, our David is now in sunny Puerto Escondido, in Mexico, with Heritage Christian School. He is there for 6 weeks!!

The students have a blog, and naturally, don't post in it because they are sooooo busy with studies, surfing and making a difference.

Seriously, it is a great program that kids not only get grad credits for, but they make a difference in the lives of students in Puerto. It is called the Global Citizenship Program, the dream of Steve Smith.

A great effort and we are praying daily for the team and for David!!

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Johnny Hart

My good friend George Grant has written on his blog:

In 1996, the Los Angeles Times and a host of other newspapers around the country refused to print Johnny Hart’s Palm Sunday BC comic strip. It was apparently too politically incorrect--or perhaps, too evangelically incorrect.
The comic had Wiley--a brooding, poet-wannabe in the strip’s pre-historic cast of characters--sitting against a tree, tablet in hand, writing a poem entitled "The Suffering Prince":

Picture yourself tied to a tree,condemned of the sins of eternity.Then picture a spear, parting the air,seeking your heart to cut your despair. Suddenly—a knight, in armor of white,stands in the gap betwixt you and its flight, And shedding his 'armor of God' for you—bears the lance that runs him through. His heart has been pierced that yours may beat,and the blood of his corpse washes your feet. Picture yourself in raiment white,cleansed by the blood of the lifeless knight.Never to mourn,the prince who was downed, For he is not lost! It is you who are found.

The brouhaha over the censorship did not stop Johnny, a committed believer, from continuing to mark the Christian year with special comics in BC or The Wizzard of Id. And it did not hamper his excellence or popularity--over the years he came to be syndicated in more than 1100 newspapers and he was able to win every award a cartoonist could win and several more that you wouldn’t think he could have.

This year, his Easter Sunday strip was his last. Johnny Hart died on Saturday following a stroke at the age of 76. To the end, he was true to his art and true to his faith:

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Happy Birthday Elissa!!

Wow, we have a daughter that is 24. Where did the time go? It seems like only yesterday, she was playing with her dolls, feeding her "family".

Now she is a fine young woman of 24.

Happy B-day Elissa! Mom and I love you more than you know!!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Vindication or choosing an ethical Cola

Those who know me and/or tolerate me, understand my deep affection for all things Pepsi. Vindication has arrived. The universe is unfolding as it should. Read on:

Black heroes of the cola wars

Jonathan Kay
National Post Tuesday, March 13, 2007

The next time you drink a Pepsi, take a moment to think about the role the beverage played in the early days of the civil-rights struggle. Mere sugar water it may be. But in the early 1940s, Pepsi-Cola was one of the only big American companies willing to give blacks a chance to prove themselves as white-collar talent.

The story of the cola wars is taught often as a business-school case study. However, the battle had a fascinating sociological dimension as well. When Pepsi began challenging Coca-Cola in the 1930s, the upstart was decidedly down-market, selling its product in cheap recycled beer bottles instead of Coca-Cola's distinctive glassware. Both drinks cost a nickel.

But Pepsi gave buyers 12 ounces while Coca-Cola delivered six, making Pepsi more popular with impoverished labourers and teenagers. Older readers may remember the famous 1939 jingle: Pepsi- Cola hits the spot. Twelve full ounces, that's a lot. Twice as much for a nickel, too. Pepsi- Cola is the drink for you!(Amazingly, most Americans then believed 12 ounces of soda was more than one person could drink at a sitting. Lord knows what they would have made of the 32-oz. supersize servings we now buy in movie theatres and gas stations.)

Pepsi was then by far the smaller operation: In 1939, its sales were US$4.87-million, a drop in the bucket compared to Coca-Cola's US$128-million. Eager to build market share, Walter S. Mack, Jr., who became Pepsi's president in 1938, began reaching out to a demographic that Coca- Cola had largely ignored: America's 13 million blacks. Thus was born Pepsi's "Negro market" team, a specially recruited cadre of black marketing men led by a charismatic National Urban League veteran named Edward F. Boyd.

Boyd's reps traveled the country, visiting African-American Elks Clubs, black mom-and-pop stores, and jitterbug competitions. Their efforts created a profitable niche for Pepsi, one that helped the company survive at a time when it was flirting with bankruptcy.

As Wall Street Journal reporter Stephanie Capparell describes in her new book, The Real Pepsi Challenge, the bald-faced discrimination endured by Boyd's promotions men was appalling. In the Jim Crow South, finding a hotel room was impossible. When they rode in Pullman sleeping cars, conductors would force them to draw their shades lest white passengers complain. At times, Negro-market agents literally put their life on the line for Pepsi: As late as the 1950s, lynchings remained common in many parts of the U.S. South.

Even at Pepsi's own corporate events, racism was evident. Boyd, for instance, felt compelled to bring his wife to internal social functions -- to allay white co-workers' fears that he would ravish their women then and there. In one notorious 1949 speech, Mack himself reportedly exhorted his employees "to give Pepsi a little more status, a little more class [so] it will no longer be known [merely] as a nigger drink."

The black men who carried briefcases for Pepsi in these early days were heroes of a sort. You often hear people talk about the "emergence of a black middle class" in casual tones, as if this sociological stratum sprang into being spontaneously. But of course, it didn't. It happened because people like Boyd made it happen; because they braved the threats, and exceeded the expectations, imposed upon them by a bigoted society.

The world is obviously very different now. Yet our fixation on race continues. The more Western societies drove true racism into extinction, the more obsessed our elites became with rooting out its faint (or even nonexistent) traces through censorship and propaganda. In the 1940s, the fight against racism was symbolized by men such as Boyd and the great Jackie Robinson (who played his first game at Ebbets Field 60 years ago this spring).

Today, it is symbolized by the windbags from the United Nations' Geneva- based Committee on the Elimination of Racial Discrimination, who last week commanded the Canadian government to expunge the term "visible minorities" from official documents, in favour of some other (unspecified) warm-and-fuzzy euphemism. One good reason to read The Real Pepsi Challenge is to remind us that, until relatively recently, the campaign against racism was a profound life-and-death phenomenon for millions of blacks, not the politically correct farce it's become in the hands of the human rights mandarins who run our universities, government tribunals and NGOs.

Men such as Edward F. Boyd represented the best of the civil-rights struggle: the ideal that individuals should be judged on the content of their character, not the colour of their skin. Sadly, we've turned that noble creed into a cult of collective rights and whiny political correctness. Too bad the original spirit couldn't be put in a bottle and passed around like sugar water. I'd buy that for a nickel.

Jkay@nationalpost.com


Now, if we can set our sites on this silly PC vs. Mac war, my Mac-obsessed friends will see the error of their ways.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Sacred Space

Ahhhhhhh, like cold water on a hot day, this web site gives nourishment for the soul. I've added it to my list of special and favorite places.

Take time today to nourish your soul, too. It's a busy world. Grace and Peace to you!!

Monday, February 26, 2007

Made it...

The weekend is over. Family have gone home. Now the healing can begin, again...

It's amazing how I come across songs that express things in my own life. Again, Ortega captures life in amazing ways... I am blessed!

A Place On The Earth

Find me a place on the earth
Where a weary man can rest
And listen for your voice
In the turning seasons

A quiet place in the world
Where I can bow
And confess that I fear
Where you have brought me,
Mysterious God

All of my life
You have been with me
My comfort in loneliness
My hope in the dark
All of my life
Lord, please stay with me
Be my sustaining breath
Guardian of my heart

My days are passing by
Like falling stars
That blaze across the night sky
Then they are gone

But Father, at your side
I will never be afraid
For you have held all my days
In the palm of your hand

All of my life
You have been with me
My comfort in loneliness
My hope in the dark
All of my life Lord,
please stay with me
Be my sustaining breath
Guardian of my heart

All of my life
You have been with me
My comfort in loneliness
My hope in the dark
All of my life
Lord, please stay with me
Be my sustaining breath
Guardian of my heart

Be my sustaining breath
Guardian of my heart

Be my sustaining breath
Be my sustaining breath
Be my sustaining breath

Friday, February 23, 2007

Now the hard part....

The next few days will be the most difficult of all. First, is the viewing and family time on Friday night...an old custom. Then the service and burial. The children are going through all their own emotions, as can be expected. As a Dad I need to help them understand that this goodbye is NOT forever! We WILL see Opa again...because he humbled himself and accepted the wonderful gift available to all of us.

Many family members are here, Mom and Marina are working hard at making sure everything goes smoothly, everything has fallen into place, as it always does at a time like this.

Believe it or not this is a precious, special time. When a death occurs in a family, the heart is tender, because a door to heaven has been opened, leaving the mind clear to sense the presence of God. Life and its true meaning are layed out before us. Questions never asked are pondered.
God can use this time to remind us what is important.

May I learn His lessons.