Category Archives: Stuff I Actually Think
The Game
Baseball. Movies about baseball evoke such strong emotion in me – reaching back to my earliest memories. We didn’t have a TV for years as I was growing up, but every summer night, we had a radio tuned to baseball. You could hear the roar of the crowds, hear the crack of the bat against the ball, the organ igniting excitement, and plenty of beer commercials. We didn’t “believe in” beer, but they sure had memorable jingles! And I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if much of my colorful-word love was nurtured by the likes of Harry Carey calling a game.
When I think of those nights in Des Moines, Iowa, I recall open windows and a swinging screen door, azure-blue-sky dusk, home and family. I recall St. Louis Cardinal program books I would scour for hours and I embraced my dad’s love of the game. Because he loved it, and I wanted to please him, I loved it, too.
My first trip to a Bookmobile, I checked out my 3-book limit in baseball books for my dad.
No wonder then…
A good baseball movie awakens every romantic summer notion in my soul.
Little known fact: I know what a baseball smells like. I even know how it tastes: salty to the tongue. And I know a glove that has been around for a long time is a part of you. It stays. Forever.
Baseball + Movies = I love them!
FAVS, there are seven I wholly love:
1// Field of Dreams, 1989
Well, I mean – this is my favorite. There are a million things to love. Kevin Costner – a farmer from Iowa, people. That alone. The father-son relationship thing, finally maturing and then understanding. There is history and a writer (James Earl Jones) and “If you build it, they will come…” Heart-heart-heart!
2// A League of Their Own, 1992
I mean, I am a 40s girl deep inside. And a baseball girl. And when, just a few minutes into the movie I saw the scene of the motherless young woman from Fort Collins at the train station leaving her beloved father to go to Chicago with the crass scout – the train pulls away from the station (there is this God-mom-apple-pie music that starts to swell), she is looking at her dad wave good-bye with a tear rolling down his face and you see a reflection of a flag waving in the train window glass…well, I was in, baby! I love the clothes, the hair and the characters. It is family, sisters, values, love. Great soundtrack, “Now and forever, you are a part of me. And the memory cuts like a knife…”
3// The Natural, 1984
Roy Hobbs, “the best there ever was,” played by Robert Redford who kind of falls into that category, too.
4// The Sandlot, 1993
Children. Innocence. Timelessness. These could be kids I knew in the neighborhood, my brothers. James Earl Jones shows up again here and Babe Ruth gets the homage he deserves. It is silly and gritty and realistic and not. And every kids remembers the friends who made them feel a part.
5// Bull Durham, 1988
Adults-only…a little naughty. But some great quotes!
“I believe in the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft wet kisses that last for three days.”
6// For Love of the Game, 1999
An aging, once-great pitcher, who has loved baseball like nothing else, pitches the perfect game and leaves it to find that love has been waiting for him.
7// Moneyball, 2011
I have actually only seen it once, but I loved it and will watch again!
“I believe there is a championship team that we could afford. Because everyone else undervalues them. Like an island of misfit toys.”
That, my friends is true in every area of life. I have never had to pay the most to have the best of the best teams (like with Heaven Fest). I just look for the people with heart, loyalty, commitment and ability not always seen with the naked eye. Look past the glitz and buzz of the obvious and you will find treasure in people rarely recognized! Brilliance!
This film was nominated for 6 Academy Awards in 2011 and won several prestigious titles including Movie of the Year from the American Film Institute. Brad is perfect as Billy Beane and Jonah Hill’s Peter Brand is just cute-as-puddin’-pie in this biographical sports drama. Great movie!
I like these, too:
Eight Men Out, The Pride of the Yankees, It Happened in Flatbush, It Happens Every Spring, The Rookie (Dennis Quaid!), The Bad News Bears…there are many others I have enjoyed and more I haven’t seen, but want to watch soon (like “Game 6” with Michael Keaton).
But for right now, I can turn on the TV and see the boys of summer running the bases, listen to the crowds cheering (the Cardinals are even in town this week playing the Rockies) and I am just the girl on York Street again, playing paper dolls, enjoying the long summer of carefree days and nights, and singing beer commercials.
MVP: Kevin Costner. He loves baseball and he has acted baseball (Chasing Dreams, Bull Durham, Field of Dreams, For Love of the Game and The Upside of Anger, in which his character is a former pro baseball player) and I love Kevin Costner.
“This field, and this game, Ray, it reminds us of our past, of all that once was good…” Field of Dreams
What does revival really look like?
I started writing this blog 2 days before the High Park fire west of Fort Collins began, and before the madness of multiple fires around Colorado broke out, people dying, many losing their homes and possessions. I wrote it in the middle of relentless days of heat and extreme drought hitting our region, while the ground cracked beneath our feet. I wrote it before a senseless killing in a theater put Colorado back on the Columbine-notoriety map. I wrote it while wondering to myself if revival and true transformation ever really looks at all like we think it will when it comes?
2 Chronicles 7. 13-15 NIV
“When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command locusts to devour the land or send a plague among my people, if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land. Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place.”
Sometimes I wonder about revival.
Does it look like a sunny day with happy people who smile and wave and raise their hands high while they sing along with really gifted musicians and singers in a beautiful air-conditioned building which their very own tithes and offerings built? Does it include a well-rounded children’s program and top-rated speakers at the annual men’s or women’s retreats?**
**Disclaimer: I am not against any of the above. I love all these experiences afforded us as American Christians. I just wonder if we have put aside true sacrifice and repentance because we have nice church buildings and comfortable surroundings which must mean we are blessed? Have we mistaken a sweet American life for a holy life?
Is it finally really revival when Time magazine puts the latest-greatest preacher on the cover or when we can report crime lowering in some neighborhood where church services have packed out for a week or two or even nightly for a few months?
Is revival signified by a large crowd? By a great band? By TV production trucks showing up in the parking lot? Can you actually “schedule” a revival by booking your best evangelist-friend and plugging some dates onto a church calendar?
Does a chill bump tell you it has arrived? A few renewed-days of energized prayer and reading your Bible, only to wane by next week? Was that revival? Did that cause transformation people will still be talking about 100 years from now?
Are we just pawns of revival and spiritual transformation, praying for it, hoping for it, maybe even begging for it, but unsure if we will see it in our lifetime? Are we just doomed to wait it out and hope the power of the Holy Spirit will breathe on us and people will fall under the power and boom: revived. Yay, we did it! We got God to notice us for one mighty second.
“Ok, we can check that off our list” and now everyone can write books about how we did it, “got God’s attention” so others can follow the protocol for the next time they “really want” a visitation.
What if, a pending revival really is in our hands?
What if when it comes, things seem hopeless, really bad? What if the ground is parched and we are heading to hell in a hand-basket?
What if there are wars and rumors of war and the politicians have long-since given up representing the people and the churches have quit longing for the Presence in favor of just trying to produce a great Sunday morning experience?
And what if we are spiritually starving to death and watching physical food prices soar and crops fail and we are dependant on produce from nations with which we have shaky relationships and the economy is built on sinking sand and debt is suffocating us?
What if our seeds are eaten before they can germinate and the ground is cracking and dry in drought and locusts swarm in to devour the few things we have made grow?
What if we are being forced to run to God for mercy because circumstances have shaken our strong places and fear is gripping us? What if some crazy man attacks innocent people in a movie theater – will that be what it takes to bring the Body together to agree that we need to hear from heaven?
What if issues of life and godliness are being debated and decided by carnal men in courtrooms and our love has grown cold and we blame the poor for their state and are not even moved by the plight of exploited children while we sit in cushioned pews complaining that the youth pastor does not keep our teen-agers engaged?
What if pending revival starts at night, in hard times and lack, in loss and in little? What if revival will only come after God has purposefully shut up the heavens, while we rail at the President and Congress and other nations, but it has been God? What if revival is meant to come after the plagues have devoured everything we worked so hard for because it cannot be by our hand or we’d take the glory (He won’t share it, but oh how we always try to get our part of it) and what is a wave so mighty it can renew, restore and actually revive His people will only come after a devouring, after a clearing away, after huge loss, after a shaking: shaking all that can be shaken so that that which cannot be shaken will remain, what if desolation must come first? What if we have to tear down and destroy, like the Prophet Jeremiah was instructed, before we can build and plant and enjoy being fully, truly, spritually transformed and revived? Live again? Enjoy God’s blessing and favor?
What if revival is not going to look like this Pentecostal preacher’s daughter was raised to think it might?
26 Then [at Mount Sinai] His voice shook the earth, but now He has given a promise: Yet once more I will shake and make tremble not only the earth but also the [starry] heavens.
27 Now this expression, Yet once more, indicates the final removal and transformation of all [that can be] shaken—that is, of that which has been created—in order that what cannot be shaken may remain and continue.
28 Let us therefore, receiving a kingdom that is firm and stable and cannot be shaken, offer to God pleasing service and acceptable worship, with modesty and pious care and godly fear and awe…
Hebrews 12.26-28 AMP
We might want to make a list of all shakable things, all passing-fading things of this world. So we’ll know what to let loose of when His voice starts shaking the earth.
My son-in-law Dave Powers has spoken hope to crowds this summer about our role: “we are the ONLY people group who have the answer to what ails our land. We are God’s people, HIS people, and if WE will humble ourselves and pray and seek His face and tURn from our sinful ways, he’ll hear us and forgive our sins and heal our land.” And He will hear our prayers offered. THAT will be revival!
Trashy
I needed to come up with an anti-litter campaign. I thought about something nice and deeply spiritual like, “The earth is the LORD’s and everything in it: so don’t litter, you Pharisees!”
But instead, I opted for this.
I gave Stormie my ideas and she made these. They are on a matte finish 100-pound poster-paper. So cute. I fear they will be ripped from the port-a-pottie doors as memorabilia. :)
I figured: Hey, we paid an arm and leg for these artists to come – may as well use their names! Hope I don’t suffer legal repercussions. www.heavenfest.com
Guinivere Eden is Seven
Happy Birthday, my little Guini-muggins! You are 7!
Oh, Guinivere. You were my very first grand-girl ever! Can you even imagine how much happy-happy-happy that made me? We already had the wonderful Gavin and the cutie-pie Hunter, but when we got you::wow-o-wow! It was a day of joy!
Grandpa and I were up in the mountains at some meetings for our church. We were waiting for you to be born, but you were just staying put! Then, very late at night, just when we had gone to sleep, we got the phone call: Stephanie and Tristan are having their baby girl! We jumped out of bed as fast as we could and we zoooooooomed down the mountain to get to the hospital.
Not too much later, we got to see our brand-new, blond-fuzzy-headed Guini. And how perfectly gorgeous you were! And that day was one of the lightest, brightest most beautiful days I had ever seen and I know it was because you were born. And Guini? I am looking out the window and it is beautiful today, too – just for your 7th birthday.
Happy Birthday, my sweet, darling grandbebe. Happy Birthday.
Here is a biblical blessing just for you kind of from Psalms 96. Live your life for Jesus, Guini-kins. He loves you and you were born to bring Him praise! May you always be found making Him smile!!
Sing to the LORD, Guini! Sing a brand new song today. Tell everyone to sing with you! You can even shout about how good God is everywhere you go! Find the lost and hurting and tell them the good news, too! Because God is just so great and He deserves to have you and me worship Him! He does!!!
So let’s tell everyone how amazing He is and just invite people far and wide to join us in hanging out in His beautiful presence, in that glorious place of rest and sanctuary He has for us.
Sometimes, Guin-Guin, just even get down on your knees to worship Him. You know what? Even the trees and animals show their worship to God. So let’s just live life doing that and o, how blessed we will be when He comes again.
Rejoice! Be glad. Praise Jesus!!!
I LOVE you, my Guini!
we came. we fested. we showed back up to clean-up and tear-down. we dropped into bed.
That is all I can muster right now.
Clean up crew. Yes, that is Jeremy Camp and Switchfoot. ;)
Thank God
I started writing this last November. Probably with the Thanksgiving holiday in mind. But I was reminded recently to be thankful and to give thanks. So, even though this is woefully inadequate, I HAVE to thank God for sooooo much. Here is a list that is but the tip of a huge iceberg….
1 Chronicles 29.10-19 The Message
David blessed God in full view of the entire congregation:
Blessed are you, God of Israel, our father
from of old and forever.
To you, O God, belong the greatness and the might,
the glory, the victory, the majesty, the splendor;
Yes! Everything in heaven, everything on earth;
the kingdom all yours! You’ve raised yourself high over all.
Riches and glory come from you,
you’re ruler over all;
You hold strength and power in the palm of your hand
to build up and strengthen all.
And here we are, O God, our God, giving thanks to you,
praising your splendid Name.
“But me—who am I, and who are these my people, that we should presume to be giving something to you? Everything comes from you; all we’re doing is giving back what we’ve been given from your generous hand. As far as you’re concerned, we’re homeless, shiftless wanderers like our ancestors, our lives mere shadows, hardly anything to us. God, our God, all these materials—these piles of stuff for building a house of worship for you, honoring your Holy Name—it all came from you! It was all yours in the first place! I know, dear God, that you care nothing for the surface—you want us, our true selves—and so I have given from the heart, honestly and happily. And now see all these people doing the same, giving freely, willingly—what a joy! O God, God of our fathers Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, keep this generous spirit alive forever in these people always, keep their hearts set firmly in you.”
I thank God for thinking me up – for imagining a “me” on this earth. Somehow, He fashioned me and then there was breath and then – life!
I thank Him for the family I grew up with and the specific parents he gave me. I love them very much, and appreciate them more as the years go by. I have 3 younger brothers and a little sister. And they blessed me even more by marrying people who have become my friends and family and then there are these 8 nephews (the Moslander name increases!) and 2 nieces…treasure!
I thank God for the seasons. The fall makes melancholy, and I am forced to fill winter with wondrous things to endure it, but I wait with heightened anticipation for spring and summer to come back around, for the green fruitfulness of life to draw me back into dirt-digging and tomato-growing.
I am so thankful God decided to draw me to the garden and teach me things about Him there. He told me recently that I am a tend-er. I tend His garden. It is what I do, by assigment.
There are these friends. I am not a good friend, but God has given me some great ones anyway and I am learning. I am actually surrounded by the most amazing people…
I appreciate a good rain, really green grass, leaves that are fluttering in a soft breeze. I am so grateful for these azure skies in this Colorado valley, when l’heure bleu falls around like grace and romances the end of the day. I love this blue You have created, Father. It is un-replicatable.
So grateful for words and a beautiful melody and if the right lyric is paired with notes that have fallen from heaven, there is a magic to the song and you know it immediately: this song is special. Tara recently sent me one and it brought me to my knees in seconds.
I thank God for Dave. He married me. He has stayed married to me. He keeps chasing me down to love me. Lucky me.
I thank God for the children He gave me. They weren’t there, didn’t even exist in my imagination – and then we made them and then we spent these precious years with them. And then they became the most fabulous people in the universe. Some one recently asked me if all of our children were so amazing, were such blessings. “Yes.” I told her, “They are ALL wonderful. We are so blessed!”
I get to do Heaven Fest. I did churchy-work for years. I worked in the marketplace. God blessed the work of my hands at every turn, I have experienced favor time and again. But HF is special. I am getting to see real Acts 2 church-life in action – with people from so many churches across the Front Range that you can almost taste the food of the banqueting tables in heaven. So this is what it will look like, I ponder. And finally, I am comprehending that heaven really is a wonderful place – Abba Father and His people, all of us enjoying eternity together as much so much more than even this Heaven Fest thing we get to do!
I deserve none of it, not even a crumb of a blessing. I am not just saying that. God would tell you it is true if that were His way. I thank Him. I haven’t deserved it nor made any of it happen. He has. Everything, all of it, it has all come from His hand. Thankful, grateful, overwhelmed by mercy – which does come running at the least expected moment. God is good.
My pretties
Pretty maids all in a row…
I have these amazingly drop-dead gorgeous daughters. I can’t remember if I have ever mentioned it. ;)
Tara the firstborn.
Blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Sort of forever 19. First gift of grace I recognized as such.
Stephanie-the second.
With the gorgeous red hair I always wanted. And the blue-ish green eyes to make it ravishing.
Tredessa-the third.
This girl could run the nation. Instead she is hanging with The Studio 818 peeps in a very cool Denver architectural engineering firm.
Stormie-the baby.
She serves, she sings, she cooks, she designs.
Jovan the bonus (married to the only boy).
Well, I mean Rocky had his pick of pretty girls, but he chose the most gorgeous of them all! AND GUESS WHAT??!? Jovan and Rocky are pregnant with baby number THREE! Another girl???
Friday the 20th
Heaven Fest and Lite the Fire kicked off a solid year of 24-7 intercession, prayer and worship at Rez. And more tragedy struck Colorado.
It is up to us – those called by His Name.



























