Virtue of the Week: Surrender

I often hear from followers about how timely our “Virtue of the Week” fits into their current lives. This is made possible by powers far greater than what can come from the mind of this fat old coach. A good friend Coach George Crace sent me a text today.. a quote by Fred Buechner “ The place God calls us to is the place where our deepest joy and the world’s deepest hunger meet”. I am being sent to that place today and I surrender to it. The testing and consulting about the cancer in my lymph node is still a mystery, but the leading authorities in the world are now saying that they don’t think it is cancer. With that being the case, we now go back to the drawing board about addressing the melanoma I now have from the donor liver that’s in my body. What that means is “RE-TRANSPLANT”! Yup….. take out liver #2 and put in liver #3. I guess you could say it was one of the hardest decisions of my life, but to be honest with you….I AM SIMPLY SURRENDERING TO GOD’S WILL. So Lynnette and I are at home healing and waiting for the call from OHSU to come in for another operation. It could happen anytime. It strikes me as an eternal mandate that our virtue of the week is “Surrender”. There are no coincidences.

God had brought me to my knees and made me acknowledge my own nothingness, and out of that knowledge I had been reborn. I was no longer the center of my life and therefore I could see God in everything.Bede Griffiths


Once there were two goats. Over a river there was a very narrow bridge. One day a goat was crossing this bridge. Just at the middle of the bridge he met another goat. There was no room for them to pass. “Go back,” said one goat to the other, “There is no room for both of us”. “Why should I go back?” said the other goat. “Better you must go back.” “You must go back”, said the first goat, “because I am stronger than you.” “You are not stronger than I”, said the second goat. “We will see about that”, said the first goat and he put down his horns to fight. “Stop!” said the second goat. “If we fight, we shall both fall into the river and be drowned and instead I have a plan. I shall lie down and you may walk over me.” Then the wise one laid down on the bridge and the other goat walked highly over him. So they both crossed the bridge comfortably and went on their ways.

When we know love matters more than anything, and we know that nothing else REALLY matters, we move into the state of surrender. Surrender does not diminish our power, it enhances it.Sara Paddison

Who is in Control?

A pastor had been on a long flight between church conferences. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten Your Seat Belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, ‘We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.’ As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive.

Later, the voice on the intercom said, ‘We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.’ And then the storm broke.

“The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. “One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.

The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. “He said, ‘As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.

Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat, she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid.

The minister could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl who he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The child replied, ‘Cause my Daddy’s the pilot, and he’s taking me home.’

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.

Let us remember: OUR FATHER IS THE PILOT. HE is in control and taking us home. DON’T WORRY!”


God grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference; living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time; accepting hardship as a pathway to peace; taking this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it be; trusting that You will make all things right if I surrender to Your will; so that I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with You forever in the next life.Reinhold Niebuhr