Saturday, January 27, 2007

God is good

Yesterday my cell rang often, mostly with the question of "where are you?". We use the phones to keep track of people up on the ski hill. It is much easier then meeting every few hours and we look more sophisticated. So when it rang in the evening as I walked into the lodge I didn't think any thing of it. But this was a call I don't ever want to pick up again, Tallis was hurt and they didn't know how bad. He had road rail, come off it wrong and smacked his chin so hard on it that he knocked him self out.

This we found out later but not until going over thoughts of broken arms, legs....."gulp" necks? He is the first of the Woomert clan to go to first aid and get a ride down the mountain on a sled, hopefully he will be the last. In the lodge things weren't that calm, people running all over the place. Mom trying to remember all her stuff, Tivoli and I taking loads out to the van, Donzel and Sterling where out on the hill lost on a sea of snow without a phone. And to compound it all, Schyler had lost his skies.

Tallis it turned out had cracked him self good, but knew who he was, what year it was and how to count to five. Though his head hurts and he had to be woken up every few hours last night he is doing well. And bemoaning the fact that he didn't even get a scar out of the deal. But God was good, he didn't break, smash, snap or shatter anything and we were spared a visit to the ER. Schyler has since found his skies and all is right in the world. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

The Four Feathers

The Four Feathers stars Heath Ledger, Wes Bentley and Kate Hudson. Not a bad movie, except that no one in it acted in a manner appropriate to their training or station in life. For that matter not even how a real human might or would have. Trampling on history and running amuck over the British Army, Hollywood gave us another "Historical" movie sadly lacking in history.
The young hero (Heath) who is in the British Army, finds himself on the verge of being shipped out for the middle east, to defend Queen, honor and country. Faced with being gone for months, possible death and leaving his fiancĂ©, he decides now is the time to admit that he never wanted to be in the army anyway and demands a discharge. That (along with enormous amounts of kissing) kicks off the ball of "it wouldn’t/couldn’t have happened thus". He couldn’t have gotten a discharge, honorable or otherwise, mainly due to the Army not giving those out. Perhaps he might have been able (or his family) to buy himself off. In reality they would have thrown him in jail as a deserter. However in the world of California, he is given his discharge and rushes off to his girl thinking that all will be just fine and this" leaving the army" won’t change a thing. But he overlooks the very society he lives in, somehow forgetting that here, honor is above smarmy love, discipline and duty are what will be required of you, in the army or out of it. The world will be watching and it will not suffer a deserter to live in peace. The British do not like people who throw in the sponge.
Given the four feathers by three friends and his fiance as a sign of cowardice, he dinks around looking depressed and growing scruffy. Finally growing a back-bone he marches off across the desert to save his friends and look good while doing it. Thinly disguised as a Arab, he gains an associates who is a killing machine and, for some odd reason, keeps Heath alive again and again. But the unreal begins again with British soldiers acting like complete knee biters, forgetting all their training, milling around, screaming, crying and ignoring orders. And also failing to give information to the Commander that could have saved their tails. Real solders and real men wouldn’t have acted in this manner, however fake soldiers and fake men might. Or at least in history according to Hollywood. Saving his friend and going after another one is the soup of the day for Heath. But each time he gets in a tight spot or is going to be slaughtered he seems shocked and bemoans to his pal about his lot in life. Finally the last edge-of-your-seat scene Heath and company are running across the desert chased by a deranged warden who is bent on massacring them. Lots more dinking around where Heath just can’t get on with it and kill the guy, I don’t know about anyone else but I was screaming "just kill the guy, head-butt him" and finally he pulls it out and does it. Amazingly enough when it is over he gets the girl and looks even cuter with longer hair. The End.
This whole post was just a set up to talk about a book I read this week that deals in real history with real men. Coming next week.

Monday, January 15, 2007


We couldn't leave Tivoli out of the pictures, so here she is!


This is Schyler along with two buddies yuking it up in Greece. I promised Peter (the Dutch Boy) that I would put a funny picture of Schyler on my blog. So he and Schyler can share the glory of being on here, immortalized forever on the blogsphere.

What Wondrous Love Is This

What Wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this
That casued the Lord of bliss To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul!

To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb, Who is the great I AM,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
While millions join the theme, I will sing!

And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing and joyful be,
And through eternity I'll sing on, I'll sing on,
And through eternity I'll sing on!

Thursday, January 11, 2007

On a funny note

This is Peter. He is Dutch...............that should explain it.

Saturday, January 6, 2007

Beautiful weather

The weather is a wonderful example of what a delightful and amazing God we serve.

I spent all yesterday skiing down hills that, if there where no snow on it, I wouldn't even want to walk down. But following my brother over the edge of a black diamond I didn't fear because if I fell over the light, soft powder was waiting to embrace me. Now snow is water, frozen water, but still water so how can I ski it down a hill? It is soft as powder but can be hard as a rock. Why, if you pick it up and mold it into a ball, will it stay together long enough to hit your brother in the head? How can you even make a ball out of it? Try doing that with lake water. Then again think about it as you shovel the driveway, the many pounds of water you are shoving around.

Of course there is also the fact that you can make it into a house, pile it up and dig a tunel through it, smash it down and make a sled run. It covers the ground while it sleeps during winter, insulating it, warming it. Not only that, it will provide water as it melts out of the mountains. Giving something all summer that we need to live on, and not only us but the land and animals as well. God created snow, He invented snow, He designed it to do all that it does.

God's voice thunders in marvelous ways;
he does great things beyond our understanding.
He says to the snow, 'Fall on the earth,'
and to the rain shower, 'Be amighty downpour.'

He loads the clouds with moisture;
he scatters his lightning through them.
At his direction they swirl around
over the face of the whole earth
to do whatever he commands them.
He brings the clouds to punish men,
or to water his earth and show his love.

Have you entered the storehouses of the snow
or seen the storehouses of the hail,
which I reserve for times of trouble, for days of war and battle?

From whose womb comes the ice?
Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
when the waters become hard as stone,
when the surface of the deep is frozen?

Out of the north he comes in golden splendor:
God comes in awesome majesty.
The Almighty is beyond our reach and exalted in power;
in his justice and great righteousness, he does not oppress.
Therefore, men revere him,
for does he not have regard for all the wise in heart?

Parts of chapters 37 and 38 in Job.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Grandpa Dale

On December 23, 2006 Dale Emerson Woomert was called by God from this life into the next.

Born August 17, 1924 in West Reading, Pennsylvania, he was the son of Harry William and Helen Reber Woomert. Grandpa fought in WW II in the U.S Army 303rd Combat Engineers of the 78th Division. He received his Bachelor of Science and Master of Science in Engineering from Penn State University.

Married to Margaret Bird in the late forties, they had four children together, Alison, Brian, Sally and Timothy. Grandma Margaret and her son Timothy died in 1964. Grandpa Dale was married to Grandma Sally in 1974, they lived in Havre de Grace Maryland.

The Monday before Thanksgiving he had a heart attack and went in for surgery. After a six way bypass he was recovering at St. Joseph Medical Center in Towson, but God required his life on the 23 of December.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.