This past weekend was the Nebraska Kidney Association's 'Kidney Cruise'. The fundraising 'cruise' is a dinner event complete with a silent and live auction. My wife is the development director for the NKA and did a great job putting the fantastic evening together along with her event committee.
Some folks dress up in costume for the dinner so we had Paul Teutul Sr from 'American Chopper' (an absolute dead ringer), Dog the Bounty Hunter (complete with long blonde hair), the Monopoly man, Dano from Hawaii 5-O, Kim Kardashian among others and our costume contest winners, Ellen Degeneres and Portia De Rossi- they won in a dance off (seemed a bit unfair to the staid Monopoly Man).
Sherri and I went as Popeye and Olive Oyl. At first when I was given the sailor cap, because of my size, I thought I was going to be the skipper from Gilligan's Isle. Then I realized she wasn't dressing up as Ginger - she was dressing in a long skirt, boots and a log sleeved top - Olive Oil is pretty conservative. My giant lymphodema arm made for a good post-spinach Popeye, complete with an anchor tattoo. I realize Popeye isn't politically correct these days with his tattoo and pipe-smoking and penchant for slugging it out with others but I went with it anyway.
I do admit to eating more than my fair share of the spinach dip during the evening. Playing Popeye though, I was reminded of his famous line.... 'that's all I can stands, I can't stands it no more!' and what I had read by Bill Hybels in his book 'Holy Discontent' about Popeye and his famous statement. Bill writes that, 'life just doesn't have to be the way that most people experience it.' He asks, 'What is it that you can't stands?'
He goes on to remind us that we were created in Christ Jesus to do good works (Eph 2:10) and that 'if you are alive today then there is a specific work that you are expected to do.' Don't opt out of the good works God has called you to do! What is it that you 'can't stands', what is it you are called to do??? Hybels calls us to dismantle our apathy and not back down from our Holy Discontent!
Have the attitude that 'I will not be in a world where this reality continues to be true'. Hybels calls us to act with 'MASSIVE ENTHUSIASM and PERSISTANCE and INTENSE FOCUS. He goes on to write, 'When you charge towards your Holy Discontent with boundless optimisism and energy, you become the best kind of contagious.' It is critical that you engage.
Today, Popeye, Bill Hybels and I encourage you to 'stands it no more'. Get out there and act on your Holy Discontent. God plans to use 'every ounce' of what you've been through for His good. So take your spinach, get in the Word, and then be a do-er of the Word! When you really can't stands it no more, and take action, you too will be a hero worth remembering!
Blest Regards,
kp
Monday, April 2, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Ray of Hope
Ray Christensen died yesterday. He was my brother in Christ, a fellow church member, a quiet strong common sense leader who was a man of great faith. When Ray spoke I listened because his words were filled with wisdom. He and his wife Kathy raised the kind of boys you'd expect a man of his character to produce - faithful young men whom he loved with all his heart.
Even after I left our small church, Ray was the only member I continued to see on a regular basis. We shared hundreds of Saturday morning men's breakfasts over the years complete with a thousand laughs. He knew motors and cars and could diagnose a problem just by listening to you describe what was happening. He knew about Omaha history and hard work. He knew the grocery business. Best of all he knew his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
I remember Ray was always ready to help at church any time he was asked. In fact he literally helped build the churches' recent addition. He was instrumental in getting the Atonement childcare up and running. It would become one of the largest LCMS childcare facilities in the country under his leadership and vision. He was a strong Elder, a faithful example for all. He taught, he built, he washed dishes, he did whatever needed to get done. Men like Ray aren't common, they are uncommon and we are blessed to share time together working in the vineyard with him, to watch one of God's most faithful men in action.
I remember a poster from our Bethel Bible study from Genesis 12 depicting God's pronouncement that we are 'blessed to be a blessing'. And the poster showed a prism reflecting light, showing how we are to reflect God's blessings to others. Ray was indeed that reflected Ray of hope, Ray of love, Ray of sunshine to all he met and all our lives are brighter because he was a part of it.
Ray's death is a great loss for his family and I pray for strength for them to get through these hard days. His death is a great loss for all of us and for me as well. I will miss our Saturday mornings together. I will miss your example. An encourager, a friend, a gift from God has run his race, finished well and claimed his reward. For that I am glad, for our loss I am sad. We will all greatly miss our Ray of Hope. kp
Even after I left our small church, Ray was the only member I continued to see on a regular basis. We shared hundreds of Saturday morning men's breakfasts over the years complete with a thousand laughs. He knew motors and cars and could diagnose a problem just by listening to you describe what was happening. He knew about Omaha history and hard work. He knew the grocery business. Best of all he knew his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
I remember Ray was always ready to help at church any time he was asked. In fact he literally helped build the churches' recent addition. He was instrumental in getting the Atonement childcare up and running. It would become one of the largest LCMS childcare facilities in the country under his leadership and vision. He was a strong Elder, a faithful example for all. He taught, he built, he washed dishes, he did whatever needed to get done. Men like Ray aren't common, they are uncommon and we are blessed to share time together working in the vineyard with him, to watch one of God's most faithful men in action.
I remember a poster from our Bethel Bible study from Genesis 12 depicting God's pronouncement that we are 'blessed to be a blessing'. And the poster showed a prism reflecting light, showing how we are to reflect God's blessings to others. Ray was indeed that reflected Ray of hope, Ray of love, Ray of sunshine to all he met and all our lives are brighter because he was a part of it.
Ray's death is a great loss for his family and I pray for strength for them to get through these hard days. His death is a great loss for all of us and for me as well. I will miss our Saturday mornings together. I will miss your example. An encourager, a friend, a gift from God has run his race, finished well and claimed his reward. For that I am glad, for our loss I am sad. We will all greatly miss our Ray of Hope. kp
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Middle Seat Theology
I did it on purpose and it went as planned. I got bumped from my 6:30 am flight to Atlanta. Tuesday was a travel day for a company meeting in Orlando Florida. I booked the early flight through Atlanta because it is always overbooked. Sure enough after checking in and waiting at the gate the announcement came. 'We need one volunteer to take a later flight'. I was that volunteer because volunteers get a $300 travel voucher and a first class ticket to their destination. One na done half hours later I was on a plane to my destination, sitting in first class (where I belong) with an extra $300 in my pocket with a nice hot breakfast in front of me!
The voucher will come in handy on our next family vacation or to take Sherri along with me on a business trip. This is the second time in a row this flight has paid off for me and both times the delays were minimal. As the leader on the 'A Team' used to say, 'I love it when a plan comes together'.
On the trip back, I wasn't so lucky. Due to extended meetings I got to the airport late. The reward for arriving late was seat assignment, 30B. Let me tell you 30B is nothing like 3B. 3B is an aisle seat with loads of leg room and a doting flight attendant. 30B is a dreaded middle seat with no leg room for a guy just over 6'3". There are no kids and babies around 3B, they surrounded me in 30B. They were not good kids either, the good ones must have been up front some where.
I laughed about that at work this morning. How our kids were awesome when we flew to Disney World so many years ago. I thought it was because we sat ready to give them 'awesome encouragement' in case they acted otherwise. You know that little thump you can use on the top of a kid's head when you are driving? I know for sure my dad knows about this. I always called that kind of awesome encouragement 'thinkin-helpin'. Say the word 'thinkin-helpin' to Caleb and to this day he'll tell you he hates it and it doesn't work. The threat of thinkin-helpin always worked better than thinkin-helpin itself did so thumps were extremely few and far between.
On my 30B flight, there was a quiet dispute (in my mind at least) over who controlled the armrests. My belief is, and this should be announced by the airline attendants with all the other safety announcements, that the person in the middle seat has claim to and first use of both middle arm rests. People on the aisle and by the window have their own private armrests on the other side. In my case, the guy on the aisle didn't understand this until he was distracted by one of the aforementioned thinkin-helpin needy bad kids and so I seized the moment and the armrest for the duration of the trip. Possession is 9/10ths of the armrest law.
Our flight was delayed after we got on the plane so I got to enjoy some additional time in my middle seat. We were delayed so long that my 40 minute layover was in jeopardy - could I make it to the gate to catch my flight to Omaha? 30B (way in the back) is not an optimal starting point to catch a short layover flight. As if matters weren't bad enough upon landing, my Blackberry had a message waiting for me that we had a gate change for the flight to Omaha - it was now flying out of a completely different terminal than where we were deplaning. Luckily it turned out the Omaha flight was delayed as well so my jog to the gate turned out to be unnecessary except as a reminder as to how out of shape I am.
On this flight of life, some have 1st class seats, some of us have middle seats. The Bible says it's harder to make your heavenly connection from the 1st class section because the last deplane first, so to speak. On this flight be kind to those around you, let the guy in the middle have the armrest. Encourage those around you including the kids who need a positive influence. Praise God for the Holy Spirit thinkin-helpin He gives you! In the end, I am confident your connecting flight will be held for you and we will arrive at an amazing destination for an eternity of blessings!
Blest Regards,
kp
The voucher will come in handy on our next family vacation or to take Sherri along with me on a business trip. This is the second time in a row this flight has paid off for me and both times the delays were minimal. As the leader on the 'A Team' used to say, 'I love it when a plan comes together'.
On the trip back, I wasn't so lucky. Due to extended meetings I got to the airport late. The reward for arriving late was seat assignment, 30B. Let me tell you 30B is nothing like 3B. 3B is an aisle seat with loads of leg room and a doting flight attendant. 30B is a dreaded middle seat with no leg room for a guy just over 6'3". There are no kids and babies around 3B, they surrounded me in 30B. They were not good kids either, the good ones must have been up front some where.
I laughed about that at work this morning. How our kids were awesome when we flew to Disney World so many years ago. I thought it was because we sat ready to give them 'awesome encouragement' in case they acted otherwise. You know that little thump you can use on the top of a kid's head when you are driving? I know for sure my dad knows about this. I always called that kind of awesome encouragement 'thinkin-helpin'. Say the word 'thinkin-helpin' to Caleb and to this day he'll tell you he hates it and it doesn't work. The threat of thinkin-helpin always worked better than thinkin-helpin itself did so thumps were extremely few and far between.
On my 30B flight, there was a quiet dispute (in my mind at least) over who controlled the armrests. My belief is, and this should be announced by the airline attendants with all the other safety announcements, that the person in the middle seat has claim to and first use of both middle arm rests. People on the aisle and by the window have their own private armrests on the other side. In my case, the guy on the aisle didn't understand this until he was distracted by one of the aforementioned thinkin-helpin needy bad kids and so I seized the moment and the armrest for the duration of the trip. Possession is 9/10ths of the armrest law.
Our flight was delayed after we got on the plane so I got to enjoy some additional time in my middle seat. We were delayed so long that my 40 minute layover was in jeopardy - could I make it to the gate to catch my flight to Omaha? 30B (way in the back) is not an optimal starting point to catch a short layover flight. As if matters weren't bad enough upon landing, my Blackberry had a message waiting for me that we had a gate change for the flight to Omaha - it was now flying out of a completely different terminal than where we were deplaning. Luckily it turned out the Omaha flight was delayed as well so my jog to the gate turned out to be unnecessary except as a reminder as to how out of shape I am.
On this flight of life, some have 1st class seats, some of us have middle seats. The Bible says it's harder to make your heavenly connection from the 1st class section because the last deplane first, so to speak. On this flight be kind to those around you, let the guy in the middle have the armrest. Encourage those around you including the kids who need a positive influence. Praise God for the Holy Spirit thinkin-helpin He gives you! In the end, I am confident your connecting flight will be held for you and we will arrive at an amazing destination for an eternity of blessings!
Blest Regards,
kp
The 800# Gorilla
Last week was a long week. That's because last week was test week - as in I had scans taken and after a couple days get the results back. I had the scans run on Wednesday and got the results on Friday. That meant three days of waiting to take the tests and two days of waiting for results.
I've felt pretty good lately and Dr. Soori has been pretty aggressive in massaging my neck looking for even the smallest bump and hadn't found anything. I've been continuing my weekly chemo treatments every Friday to try to prevent a reoccurrence of my cancer. All the signs pointed to a good report but cancer doesn't follow signs, it seems to have a mind of its own.
So Sherri and I were cautiously optimistic but also quietly realistic. Quietly realistic means living with an 800 pound gorilla of sorts for a week. He made himself at home in our lives and was quietly polite, really. Sherri and I tried to ignore him and we didn't talk about him. But we both knew he was there and we tried as best we could to wage a bit of gorilla warfare to keep him from becoming more than a quiet distraction.
Finally after five days of waiting, we sat in the doctor's office with our gorilla. Dr. Soori came in and asked how I was. I told him 'ok' but that waiting for test results wasn't easy. He said he understood and that it wasn't easy for doctors either. He then said right away, 'I have good news for you' and then went on to detail area after area of my body that came back 'all clear'. And with the final 'all clear' announcement, our gorilla put on his hat and left the room even before our time with the doctor was done.
It was great to see him leave but test results only have a 90 day shelf life in my world. In another 90 days I'll have the same set of tests run again - head, neck and chest, and most likely the same five day wait. And in 90 days he'll undoubtedly be back for a week - hopefully with a little less weight- maybe we'll have a 200 pound chimp instead.
Matthew 6 is what I call the 'don't worry, be happy' chapter of the Bible where Jesus reminds us that we can't add even a minute to our lives by worrying. He reminds us just how much God knows about us, how much He loves and cares for us. Focus on Him and you'll be fine. Even so, we all steal glances at our gorillas don't we?
Maybe an occasional glance at your own grape ape isn't worry as much as it is concern - which can lead us to take good and necessary actions like protecting our families or living healthier lifestyles or pondering even more important matters, such as God and faith and eternity. That seems ok to me. What we don't want to do is make gorillas the focus of our lives - we can't grab them by the hand and pat them on the head. In short gorillas are wild animals and don't make good house pets.
So this week I give thanks for the words 'All Clear!' I give thanks for good doctors and a very supportive and loving wife. I give thanks for all my friends and family who keep praying for me - and doing a great job of it I must add. Most of all I give thanks for a great God who tells me not to worry, that He loves me and has it all under control. And so He does, even the gorillas.
Blest Regards,
kp
I've felt pretty good lately and Dr. Soori has been pretty aggressive in massaging my neck looking for even the smallest bump and hadn't found anything. I've been continuing my weekly chemo treatments every Friday to try to prevent a reoccurrence of my cancer. All the signs pointed to a good report but cancer doesn't follow signs, it seems to have a mind of its own.
So Sherri and I were cautiously optimistic but also quietly realistic. Quietly realistic means living with an 800 pound gorilla of sorts for a week. He made himself at home in our lives and was quietly polite, really. Sherri and I tried to ignore him and we didn't talk about him. But we both knew he was there and we tried as best we could to wage a bit of gorilla warfare to keep him from becoming more than a quiet distraction.
Finally after five days of waiting, we sat in the doctor's office with our gorilla. Dr. Soori came in and asked how I was. I told him 'ok' but that waiting for test results wasn't easy. He said he understood and that it wasn't easy for doctors either. He then said right away, 'I have good news for you' and then went on to detail area after area of my body that came back 'all clear'. And with the final 'all clear' announcement, our gorilla put on his hat and left the room even before our time with the doctor was done.
It was great to see him leave but test results only have a 90 day shelf life in my world. In another 90 days I'll have the same set of tests run again - head, neck and chest, and most likely the same five day wait. And in 90 days he'll undoubtedly be back for a week - hopefully with a little less weight- maybe we'll have a 200 pound chimp instead.
Matthew 6 is what I call the 'don't worry, be happy' chapter of the Bible where Jesus reminds us that we can't add even a minute to our lives by worrying. He reminds us just how much God knows about us, how much He loves and cares for us. Focus on Him and you'll be fine. Even so, we all steal glances at our gorillas don't we?
Maybe an occasional glance at your own grape ape isn't worry as much as it is concern - which can lead us to take good and necessary actions like protecting our families or living healthier lifestyles or pondering even more important matters, such as God and faith and eternity. That seems ok to me. What we don't want to do is make gorillas the focus of our lives - we can't grab them by the hand and pat them on the head. In short gorillas are wild animals and don't make good house pets.
So this week I give thanks for the words 'All Clear!' I give thanks for good doctors and a very supportive and loving wife. I give thanks for all my friends and family who keep praying for me - and doing a great job of it I must add. Most of all I give thanks for a great God who tells me not to worry, that He loves me and has it all under control. And so He does, even the gorillas.
Blest Regards,
kp
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Guns and Rocks
Senseless, maddening, disturbing, and anger - these are the words that best fit my reactions to the killing of an innocent 9 year old girl and five others last week. I had to turn the channel when the father spoke about his great loss. And again, as in similar situations before I want revenge measured out now, here on earth, in a proportion double the pain the shooter caused. I want to be like the band of revenge dedicated Jews in the fictional movie 'Inglorious Bastards' who kill German soldiers and officers during WWII at such a rate and with such gruesome efficiency that Hitler himself wants them dead. This Tuscon bald Adams family look-alike killer needs pain and shame inflicted in large doses with no mercy and gruesome efficiency.
I've thought this through before and know that's not the right answer but still, its my first thought and a longer lingering thought than I care to admit. It takes me awhile to find a postiion of mercy in these situations - even though I'm not personally involved. Revenge is not what we are called to, it's just my first postion as a card carrying member of a sinful world. Maybe I'll get better as time goes on.
Last week I mentioned I was studying and reviewing the commentary on how often Jesus told us to forgive - and more importantly to keep forgiving. Right after Jesus tells Peter and his disciples to forgive 70 and 7 (or 70 times 7) times He tells a parable. Jesus tells a parable to help his disciples and us remember the main point.
Jesus tells about a man who owed mega bucks - some say $ 10,000,000 others say even more - as in 10 times the national budget. OK, we get the point but maybe the guy in the parable doesn't - he's under the illusion that he can pay this back and he says so. He also askes for mercy. What he gets is full forgiveness of his debt. Awesome! Then this same guy meets up with someone who owes him a $20 bill. The guy can't pay so he has the debtor thrown in prison, which then results in his own forgiveness being revoked.
In real life, I'm the guy who doesn't understand well enough just how much I've been forgiven. Somehow I think I'm not so bad really and I'm a guy who's quick to look for revenge on other debtors. Shamefully, I'd be a great addition to the 'crucify Him' crowd. And yet, even then, some of Jesus' last words were- 'Father forgive them for they know not what they do.' It was a final and exampletory 70 and 7 moment.
So in the Tuscon shooting case, punishment is deserved, revenge is not. We learn that in this sinful world terrible things happen, unexplainable things happen. Let these events remind us that we are forgiven much, that our own sinful actions won't allow us to cast the first stone. We've got to drop our rocks and go see if we can help the people who have been hurt or help others like them who hurt. At the very least let us be reminded that life is short and fragile and that our God-given faith is our most important possession. And that faith that requires forgiveness - even in Tuscon.
Your Much Forgiven Friend,
kp
I've thought this through before and know that's not the right answer but still, its my first thought and a longer lingering thought than I care to admit. It takes me awhile to find a postiion of mercy in these situations - even though I'm not personally involved. Revenge is not what we are called to, it's just my first postion as a card carrying member of a sinful world. Maybe I'll get better as time goes on.
Last week I mentioned I was studying and reviewing the commentary on how often Jesus told us to forgive - and more importantly to keep forgiving. Right after Jesus tells Peter and his disciples to forgive 70 and 7 (or 70 times 7) times He tells a parable. Jesus tells a parable to help his disciples and us remember the main point.
Jesus tells about a man who owed mega bucks - some say $ 10,000,000 others say even more - as in 10 times the national budget. OK, we get the point but maybe the guy in the parable doesn't - he's under the illusion that he can pay this back and he says so. He also askes for mercy. What he gets is full forgiveness of his debt. Awesome! Then this same guy meets up with someone who owes him a $20 bill. The guy can't pay so he has the debtor thrown in prison, which then results in his own forgiveness being revoked.
In real life, I'm the guy who doesn't understand well enough just how much I've been forgiven. Somehow I think I'm not so bad really and I'm a guy who's quick to look for revenge on other debtors. Shamefully, I'd be a great addition to the 'crucify Him' crowd. And yet, even then, some of Jesus' last words were- 'Father forgive them for they know not what they do.' It was a final and exampletory 70 and 7 moment.
So in the Tuscon shooting case, punishment is deserved, revenge is not. We learn that in this sinful world terrible things happen, unexplainable things happen. Let these events remind us that we are forgiven much, that our own sinful actions won't allow us to cast the first stone. We've got to drop our rocks and go see if we can help the people who have been hurt or help others like them who hurt. At the very least let us be reminded that life is short and fragile and that our God-given faith is our most important possession. And that faith that requires forgiveness - even in Tuscon.
Your Much Forgiven Friend,
kp
Monday, November 22, 2010
Hanging with Jesus!
Just had to show you this. Sherri and I had our picture taken with Jesus. I asked to be on His right hand but Jesus told me not to worry about it and then promptly put Sherri at His right hand. Hey! Anyway here's the picture!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Cube-Light!
This morning as I sit in my cubicle the sun is shining on my computer screen. This is odd because my screen faces away from the windows which are two rows away. I'm kind of in the corner of the building so the other windows are three cubes away if that makes any sense.
Anyway, for a few minutes, less than 10 I would guess, between 8:25 AM and 8:35 AM or so the bright sunlight pours into my small area. How does this happen? Well, First Data has two buildings right next to each other here in the Aksarben campus. The sunlight reflects off the other building's windows and then makes a beeline for my area. For me, I enjoy the sunlight and its nice to have for those few minutes.
The light that brightens my day doesn't last long enough for me to get a tan but I like it all the same. Sunny days make everyone a little happier don't they? There is something wired in us to enjoy the light. In a way we are attacted to the light like bugs on the porchlight on a summer day.
This morning as the light arrived again I thought about how we should be reflectors of The Light. How we can brighten people's day by our attitudes and actions and words. This doesn't mean every sentence we speak with others has to include the word 'Jesus'- but He did call us to be 'bright' people saying, "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." Have we caused this reaction in anyone lately?
I can still see the prism of light poster we studied in Bethel Bible study. The poster was a depiction of the call to Abraham where he was 'blessed to be a blessing' (I still remember this is in Genesis 12). That is our call today as well. We've been blessed so that we can reflect that blessing to others - maybe like my cubicle sunlight only for a short time - but that short time will be used by the Holy Spirit to make a difference in the lives of others.
I saw a bumper sticker a long time ago that has stuck with me ever since. Maybe you've seen it or read it somewhere as well. It read, 'God said it, I believe it. That settles it.' Jesus called us to reflect His light, to let our little Gospel light shine in our actions and words. He said it. I believe it. That settles it. And to add a Nike line, now we need to - Just do it!
So today's call is to brighten someone's day, to reflect a ray or two of God's great blessings upon you towards others. As Augustine said (in a rough translation), use words if necessary. The sunlight is gone now from my cube but the Sonlight can still shine bright - time to go find a place to reflect.
Blest regards,
kp
Anyway, for a few minutes, less than 10 I would guess, between 8:25 AM and 8:35 AM or so the bright sunlight pours into my small area. How does this happen? Well, First Data has two buildings right next to each other here in the Aksarben campus. The sunlight reflects off the other building's windows and then makes a beeline for my area. For me, I enjoy the sunlight and its nice to have for those few minutes.
The light that brightens my day doesn't last long enough for me to get a tan but I like it all the same. Sunny days make everyone a little happier don't they? There is something wired in us to enjoy the light. In a way we are attacted to the light like bugs on the porchlight on a summer day.
This morning as the light arrived again I thought about how we should be reflectors of The Light. How we can brighten people's day by our attitudes and actions and words. This doesn't mean every sentence we speak with others has to include the word 'Jesus'- but He did call us to be 'bright' people saying, "Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." Have we caused this reaction in anyone lately?
I can still see the prism of light poster we studied in Bethel Bible study. The poster was a depiction of the call to Abraham where he was 'blessed to be a blessing' (I still remember this is in Genesis 12). That is our call today as well. We've been blessed so that we can reflect that blessing to others - maybe like my cubicle sunlight only for a short time - but that short time will be used by the Holy Spirit to make a difference in the lives of others.
I saw a bumper sticker a long time ago that has stuck with me ever since. Maybe you've seen it or read it somewhere as well. It read, 'God said it, I believe it. That settles it.' Jesus called us to reflect His light, to let our little Gospel light shine in our actions and words. He said it. I believe it. That settles it. And to add a Nike line, now we need to - Just do it!
So today's call is to brighten someone's day, to reflect a ray or two of God's great blessings upon you towards others. As Augustine said (in a rough translation), use words if necessary. The sunlight is gone now from my cube but the Sonlight can still shine bright - time to go find a place to reflect.
Blest regards,
kp
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