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Sunday Gratitude – 2.VIII.2026

Boy, has it been busy the last couple of weeks! More appointments than I could shake a stick at, and a couple of weekend events as well. I’m very grateful that things pretty much went off without a hitch, and appointments were met, things a t home have been pretty quiet, and events were enjoyable.

One of the events that I went to last Sunday was German Fest in Milwaukee. I had toyed with the idea of biking the 16 or so miles up to church, and then continuing on the eight from church to the fest, but I’m happy that I didn’t do that. Instead, I put my bike in the car and drove up to church, changed quickly afterwards in the bathroom, then biked the 8 up to German Fest. I had never biked along the Lakefront Path before, and it was really beautiful, albeit busy with people, making it impossible to go very fast. For me, one of the draws is that I get to see people I know, and so that was really fun. (I just wish my German dress still fit me.)
I biked the 8 miles back to the car, and at the end I was tired, and I was grateful I didn’t have 16 more to go, but I didn’t feel terrible either. Last year, I parked in a place where it was a four mile ride from my car to the fest, and on the way back, I felt like I was dying. However, I probably hadn’t even been on a bike in at least 2-3 years before then. And now, well, between the Thursday afternoon before German Fest and the following Friday afternoon, I biked over fifty miles, and it was challenging, but fun. 🙂 I’m grateful for the opportunity to be working on my health.
Silly thing, but my older son was looking for 32 gigabyte SD cards for something. I figured that that was easy enough; as long as I can remember, those things aren’t wildly expensive. Imagine my shock when I walked into Best Buy to get one, and they all seemed to be over $45. Insane. I told him to hold off on buying one, and though I often have miscellaneous extra memory cards and such around, there was nothing that would help him in this instance. Mind you, though, that I haven’t purchased any of these in at least 3 years. The next day, he and his sister went to the gym, and I decided to check out WalMart. Wouldn’t you know, but the price was almost as bad. However, there were two associates who came up right by me, one of them holding a plastic case. Wouldn’t you know, but there were two 32GB SD cards in it. They seemed to be confused about where they wanted to put the item, as it had originally come from the outdoor section, as these two were marketed for trail cams. Nobody is looking for SD cards in the outdoor section! I’m sure this is why this was marked down to $8.50. I proceeded to ask if I could buy it, and they were happy to oblige me, as that also meant that they didn’t have to find a place to put them in the case. I am very grateful I didn’t have to shell out three times as much for the same item.
After German Fest, I went over to my church’s church picnic. That was fun, too. The location is great, and it’s nice to hang out with good people. Summer days are beautiful like that.
Speaking of summer days, we finally got some rain. I don’t think it rained at all in July until the 27th and it was kind of sad seeing everybody’s lawns turning brown. I had mowed right around the last week of June, and I had meant to a couple of weeks after that, and I actually started to, but after about 10 minutes of mowing, I twisted my ankle and it hurt too much to keep going. By the next day already, I didn’t know if it was safe to mow, but it was interesting to see how those strips that I did mow turned very, very brown, and I’m grateful I didn’t cut the whole lawn and have it looking like that.
On the weather front, we had strong storms that came through on the 27th. Friends of mine in Milwaukee had power knocked out, but here, thankfully, we kept power, there was no hail, etc. Unfortunately, this was not the case in all of Wisconsin, and the town of Menasha, in particular, got hit badly. My kids and I signed up for an event months ago that takes place in this area; once I heard that there was a tornado, I checked back to see if the event had been cancelled. It didn’t seem to be, so we drove up to the area and just happened to end up on the street here that this man is driving on in the first 3 minutes of the video here.
How did I end up in Menasha? Well, our first destination was in a small town called Combined Locks. The driving on the interstate had been miserable due to rain, and at a certain point, I couldn’t take it any more, and looked for the first exit off, knowing I could come up the western side of Lake Winnebago to get to where I wanted to go. It just happens that Menasha is pretty much on the western side of the tip of Lake Winnebago, so by getting off the interstate, it pretty much meant going through Menasha. It was weird, too, because at first, I just noticed that there were a lot of tree branches and stuff on the sides of the road, and it kind of dawned on me that that must have been a result of the storm. I did not know that within about 15 minutes, we’d be driving through a disaster zone like this. The crazy thing is, though, that once I got through Menasha, my destination was about six miles down the road, and over there, things looked completely normal. For as bad as the tornado was though, it’s amazing that not a single person was killed – certainly something to be grateful for.
The event that the little kids and I went to was a bike ride/music festival called “Bike to the Beat“. The event took place on Saturday, but the four of us made a little mini-vacation out of it, and it was an awful lot of fun. The drive up was absolutely horrendous, lasting 4 hours when 2.5 is more normal. It rained the whole time and there were accidents and road construction in the Milwaukee area. I was so incredibly grateful both to get off the interstate and to actually arrive at the hotel.

BIke to the Beat was amazing, even apart from a couple of wrinkles in the day, and I am grateful that there were no mechanical issues with the bikes, we had all the tools, I didn’t forget any pedals or anything, etc. More than that though, the kids enjoyed the hotel a lot and we took a little detour through Manitowoc on the way back, and it was really a good trip. I’m the type of person who is always trying to anticipate what might go wrong in order to avoid any pitfalls, and when things go off with no major issues, I am grateful.
I’m grateful, too, that after far too long, I got to video chat with a dear friend. I’m grateful, too that through everything, the friendship holds.
Wow, it’s been a full couple of weeks! Thank you all for your patience with me! I am certainly grateful for all of you!

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Wordless Wednesday #38 – Wild July flowers







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First impressions of “Sound of Freedom”

When I was in elementary school, there was a substitute teacher named Esther who was one of my favorites. She was tiny; I don’t think she could have been taller than about 4′ 10″, but she was a very sweet person. A number of years later, I found out that she was from El Salvador, and that apparently her mother had been murdered there for some small act of “resistance” against the gangs that ran that area. Esther, though, had managed to make it to the US, get married to a good man, and start a family far, far away from the chaos of her home country. I’m sure, though, that El Salvador was often in her thoughts, though I couldn’t tell you if she ever brought her children there. I grew up in a very Hispanic area; the countries certainly are different, but the dominance of poverty, so many gangs and cartels, and crime as a way of life is a common thread in the recent memory of a lot of Hispanics.
I went to see “Sound of Freedom” at a 10:20pm showing this past Friday night. The theater was about 2/3 full, and if I had to guess, I’d say at least 80% of the audience was Hispanic. This surprised me for a moment, but after 10 minutes of the film, knowing stories like Esther’s, it makes perfect sense.
If you can, go see the film. I don’t know a lot about cinema, so I couldn’t tell you if it’s the type of film that film critics appreciate or not. However, that really doesn’t matter. The story is engaging and well-paced. The acting is solid. The story pulls at the heart, and the kids and the locations are gorgeous. It is a crying shame that this film had to wait five years to get released. It is Hollywood not of today’s era, but of an era when there were heroes.
The movie depicts the story of a real person, a man by the name of Tim Ballard. Tim has a job working for the US Department of Homeland Security catching really bad guys who enjoy watching people do terrible things to children. Some of them even do terrible things to children themselves. Ten years in, Tim has a wife an six kids, he’s close to being able to collect a government pension, and ostensibly, he’s done some good, catching over 200 pedophiles and building cases against them to put them away for a long, long time.
However, as much as he could simply be happy with that, he’s not. He knows that as quickly as he’s putting people away, there are more perverts, aided by technology, to take their place. The things he has seen people do to children is nearly unbearable, but because most of these children aren’t connected to the United States at all, there’s no mechanism to do much to help them.
As this man is building a case against a notorious pedophile and his connections into the world of child trafficking, Tim is there to catch a pervert try to smuggle a little boy into the US. The bad guy is arrested, and the kid is saved. For most people, this would have been the capstone to a difficult career.

Movie still Not for Tim. As he begins to talk to the little boy, the boy lets him know that his sister was also kidnapped. The boy’s father is flown from Honduras to the US to reunite with his son, and Tim sees in the father an honorable man, but a man who has no ability to do anything to find his little daughter. Tim, by virtue of his training, skills, and, shall we say, “privilege” has the potential to find the girl if anyone can. He promises the little boy that he will find the sister, and the movie really takes off from there. Not only do things get more than a little crazy, but he eventually loses the support of the US Government for this mission and instead of giving up, decides to go solo, pension be damned.

This is where you get some who would like to categorize this as a “Christian film” in order to have people write it off and not want to see it. There’s a lot of “Christian” media that is schmaltzy, unfortunately. A lot of “if I believe in Jesus, things will end up A-Okay!” In the film, it’s obvious that, Tim Ballard is a Christian man, and his faith has allowed him to survive seeing the worst in humanity and not be destroyed by it. The shared faith that he and his wife have is an incredible influence on trusting that God has put them in a unique place to help others who cannot help themselves. Do they preach this? No. As is noted here at Ace of Spades, there’s probably less than a minute, total, of explicitly Christian things said. His faith is demonstrated in his actions, rather than his words, in his selfless love for these children he doesn’t know rather than puffing himself up in a comfortable life amongst his friends. Interestingly, Tim Ballard and his family are Mormons, but there’s a small, though incredibly powerful, thread in the film involving the children and a medal of St. Timothy. This led me to believe Tim is Catholic, but there’s no discussion of whether he is or isn’t in the film, and for the purpose of the film, it really doesn’t matter.
Disney acquired this film with the acquisition of 20th Century Fox, and then put ice on it. This movie seems to be everything that Disney wants to get away from now – at its center is a strong and talented (white) man who leans on his faith to make his way in the world. This man uses his talents to rescue and defend those who are weak and helpless. He has to use his brains and brawn to do this. He connects up with other men who can help him achieve these goals. He feels himself connected to something larger through God. He’s a good husband and a good father. He’s a hero, an “everyday saint”, if you will. HOW DARE THEY RELEASE THIS FILM IN 2023, am I right?

The cinematography is beautiful, especially the shots in Columbia. I never thought I’d want to travel there, and were it not for how dangerous it is, I’d certainly be thinking it would be amazing. There’s something psychological between the juxtaposition of the gorgeous landscapes (and even city shots) and the misery and poverty of so many people, both urban and rural.
Now to get back to a little of what I started with. The movie starts out with these children – a brother and sister (Miguel and Rocia) – who live with their father in Honduras. Obviously poor, obviously stuck in poverty, they’re still a family (no explanation is given to what happened to their mother). When a well-spoken woman – a model – comes and says that the children might have a future with modelling, Rocia, who is about 12, is really excited. Their father is a little more cautious, but if this could be a ticket to a better life, why not? Both children are kidnapped into sex slavery, and there’s not a single thing the father can do – he has no money, no influence, no voice.
I believe this resonates a lot with a lot of Hispanics because there are so many of these stories that come out of Central and South America. With Esther, I can’t imagine that her mother, probably as tiny as Esther herself, was any threat to the criminal power of the area. And so it goes. I went with a friend to visit her family in Juarez, Mexico, and for as much as El Paso gets a bad rap in the US, standing on the other side of the Rio Grande, it certainly looks like the shining city on a hill. Kidnapping and human trafficking and sex slavery are issues that have plagued many of these nations, and it is the poorest and the weakest who suffer the most, because they have no way to fight the injustice. The film, without being graphic, shows a lot of incredible ugliness of what goes on there, but it also speaks for those who have had no means to talk about these things to the larger world.

Looking from Juarez into El Paso Yes, Jim Caviezel is the star of the film, as Tim Ballard. He’s a white guy, but so is Tim Ballard. He’s moving around in a country where no matter what he does, he sticks out, which is also an interesting dynamic, especially considering the covert nature of his mission. Most of the rest of the cast is Hispanic, and there’s a lot of Spanish in the film. I think it’s used well and the switching from English to Spanish is quite natural, and it’s effectively used to underscore the feeling of being in a foreign place, a visitor to a foreign culture. Some of this culture has found its way into mainstream American culture, especially depending on where one lives, but the connection to the tragedy that is life for so many in so many of these places is something that most non-Hispanic people wouldn’t even consider. As a result, it’s hardly the “conspiracy theorists” who are making this movie so successful. I think one would have to have a heart of stone not to feel some connection to some part of this movie. Being able to tell a story that connects with people is incredibly powerful, and this is a movie that does this. I haven’t seen anybody talk about the other point, though, that I think it connects with many Hispanics at an even deeper level, and I have no way to gauge this analytically, but it’s logical conclusion. As I left the theater at nearly 1am, the sound of a group of ten or twelve Hispanic people discussing the movie followed me out the door.
P.S. 10:20pm showing, theater screen didn’t turn on until 10:30pm and there were issues with the sound for a couple minutes, but they were resolved before the actual film started.

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Sunday Gratitude – 16.VII.2023 – Pulling the Weeds

The week seemed to fly by, no doubt because there was a lot to do. Thankfully, it wasn’t so much that there were a lot of things scheduled, but rather that I’m trying very hard to bring some order to the house when all other forces seem to be against me. I am grateful that I’m not worrying right now about keeping a roof above our heads, that bills can be paid, etc.
I forgot to mention this last week or the week before, but I am grateful for people who have hobbies that help people. I was working on finding information about my Norwegian great-grandmother’s family, and on Familysearch.org, I was noticing that somebody was working on information about her family as well. I messaged this person, and no, he wasn’t a relative, but he was helping somebody else research a family who lost all four of the children that they had in 1879 to some epidemic (diphtheria, if I’m not mistaken). Buried in the family plot was another child, a boy of 12, who was not one of this family’s children. That boy was an uncle of my great-grandmother, his death taking place in the year in which she was born. It’s amazing, in the realm of genealogy, that there are so many people who use their spare time to help others; transcribing records, taking pictures of headstones, doing research, etc. I know this helpfulness isn’t limited to genealogy, but for all the craziness that is out there, to see such genuine helpfulness and cooperation is incredible. I still don’t know the name of the person who stumbled across my great-grandmother’s family, but he came across some very good information that helped me know more about her family than I ever could have imagined.

I went back to a place I hadn’t been for years for the second time in a month. This time, I had the opportunity to talk with a couple people I hadn’t seen in years and it was amazing. It was as though they held little pieces of my shredded soul, and with their words, could at least sew back some part of it.
I am grateful that a good friend and her family made it back from an “epic” trip safely. I missed them, and they missed us as well.
I am grateful that I got to talk to a friend who seemed to be growing distant. I know that I need to understand that right now is kind of a phase of “alone-ness” through the struggle; there’s a loneliness to it as well, but the goal is to hold on to God even in the deepest darkness.
I am thankful for the kindness of random people on the internet who take the time to spare a kind word or thought.
I am thankful that I got a little bit of a chance to be outside this week with kids; I am thankful that I got to sit down and read a bit. I’m thankful that although I got a little bit of a “breather”, the kids are back at home.
I am thankful for each one of you, for reading, for those who share their writing as well, and for those of you who support this blog in whatever capacity, even if it’s with a random “hello!”

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Saturday on Substack – 15.VII.2023

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A life cut far too short (Michael Montoya)

On the morning of July 15, 1993, my mom told me that she thought Michael Montoya had been killed. I didn’t know Michael Montoya personally, but I certainly did know he was a kid at my very small elementary school. Furthermore, my mom worked in the kindergarten there, and he was one of the little kids there; he had just finished first grade.
Not only that, but he was taking part in the Vacation Bible School where my mom and sister were volunteering. I couldn’t since I had to make up classes that from what had been the disaster of my freshman year in high school, so it was sitting in Mr. Adamowski’s biology class that day that I heard on the radio, indeed, that Michael Montoya, from my elementary school had been shot and killed.
Terrible as it sounds now, the announcement on the radio left me only with the thought in my mind, “Well, I can tell my mom that she heard the news right.” Nothing more than that. As a kid growing up in a bad neighborhood in Chicago at that time – the 1990s had some of the worst murder numbers until 2020 – hearing about kids getting killed was kind of ho-hum. It happened; such was life in the city. That year, the Chicago Tribune was even doing a series about kids getting murdered in the city, and so Michael Montoya even ended up on the front page of the paper – how odd it was to see his school picture there, knowing it had been taken in the same place as so many of my school pictures had been taken!
My mom and sister went to his funeral; he was dressed head to toe in Chicago Bulls regalia, after all, this was Chicago of 1993, and the air was electric, as Michael Jordan and the Bulls had just managed their first “Three-peat” a couple weeks earlier. I didn’t end up going, after all, I didn’t know him, and I probably had school… I do know that Michael’s mother, at one point, picked up this petite red-headed boy named Ralphie and said to the crowd assembled, “This was his best friend”.
It wouldn’t hit me until over a year later what some idea of what a child’s death actually means. I was the first “responsible” person on the scene of an accident with a child badly injured. I thank God that the child survived and that there seemed to be no long-term damage. Ralphie was there too, and after the incident, I had picked him up and was kind of holding him on my him, and he turned and said to me, “I know I’m easy to pick up.” The scene that I was told about from Michael Montoya’s funeral flooded my mind…
Even in a city of tons of senseless violence, the murder of Michael Motoya was kind of the epitome of it. Michael’s mother was incredibly protective of her son, being as his father was killed by a stray bullet of a drive-by shooting when Michael was 12 days old. She moved to a better neighborhood, she didn’t let him hang out outside, she was making sure he was getting an education to do great things with his life. According to my mom, he was the kind of kid who was mature for his age, who one would expect to someday be a leader of some sort, a preacher, perhaps.
And yet, as I recall, his mother allowed her son outside to return something, perhaps a video game, to another child down the street. It was an errand that should have taken a couple of minutes. Yet in that short amount of time, an argument broke out down the street, somebody getting angry about someone blocking the street or something, and then gunshots. The man who did it fled to Mexico for some time, but due to the persistence of Michael’s mother, he was eventually arrested. The man cried that the reason he fled was because he wanted to have time to spend with his children, never mind the child that he took away from this young mother. According to one article, the man is set to be released later this year, but chances are, it’s already happened.
As for Michael, it’s been thirty years. He’d be thirty-seven now. But there’s no magic that can bring these children back, only the hope remains that they will be there to meet us in the life to come. Of course, Michael shouldn’t have died then, but Chicago still has not learned this lesson, and its children continue to be killed for no reason, their names forgotten in time to all but the few who may have known them.
Memory eternal, Michael Montoya.
Michael Anthony Montoya, Jr. at Find-a-grave.com

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Wordless Wednesday #37 – Random Castle in Slovakia (Devín castle)








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Queen – Face It Alone

Back in October of last year, the band Queen released a song that they had worked on for their album The Miracle but which didn’t make the album. Here is that song:
It’s interesting, because in the Beatles’ later works, it seems like there is an overarching theme of wanting to go home, to find the place where one belongs, or at least “once belonged”. I’m not a Queen expert, by any stretch of the imagination, but it seems that the theme that developed later in their music was more one of facing mortality. Songs like “Who Wants to Live Forever“, “These are the Days of Our Lives“, and even “The Show Must Go On” demonstrate this. Of course, what the band knew was that Freddie Mercury was dying of AIDS. So it is no wonder that even without making this public until the very end, pieces of this ended up showing up in their music.
“Face it Alone” is another song that fits this category. The song has been finished, insofar as it’s been put together and polished up and the like, but I don’t think it actually was done – had this gone on an album, I think that there would be another verse where Mercury just repeats “When the moon has lost its glow…” However, by leaving it that way, it adds to the spookiness of the track.
The short and long of the sentiment of this haunting song is that no matter what one has done with his or her life, there’s some point where we stand and face the hard things by ourselves; even money, fame, or hard work can save us from these times. It’s an excruciatingly lonely place, and in many situations, there’s no coming back from it. I don’t know that I’ve ever heard another song that really captures something of that.
I found out about this song through the Babylon Bee‘s sister site, Not the Bee. (Listen: Queen drops long-lost song featuring Freddie Mercury, and it’s so sad). The main comment from them is as follows:
It’s a beautiful song, but the message is so hard to hear when you consider how Freddy Mercury left this world via complications with AIDS.
And that’s the rub isn’t it? If you count your life as your own, then there’s not much hope.
Of course the good news is that if you believe in Christ, you don’t have to face anything all alone, not even death.
There certainly is a very good and very valid point here, that with God with us, we aren’t truly alone, and our hope in Him will not disappoint.
However, I can’t help but think that even among the saints there isn’t some amount of realization that sometimes we stand and we go forward alone. Maybe because we’re coming up to the anniversary of St. Alexander of Munich’s feast day, that is, the day he was executed, that even if he had been given a glimpse of heaven, and even if he was aware of the angels all around him, he was human, after all, and as he was being prepared to have the guillotine separate his head from his body, there was some feeling of being uniquely alone there as well.
When Jesus went out into the wilderness and he was tempted by Satan, certainly that feeling of being alone also played a part of it. Afterwards, Jesus needed to be attended to by angels afterwards. I believe that each one of us has these times in their lives, and we endure or we let it destroy us. Going back to the Beatles, I’ve had the song “Let It Be” turn up on the radio at providential times over the last few months. A week and a half ago, as I was driving, I started crying at the line “And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me / shine until tomorrow, let it be.” In some sense here, I think it’s talking about the same type of situation that we find ourselves in, but it also points out to the fact that there’s hope to hold on to, even just getting us to tomorrow.

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Sunday Gratitude – 9.VII.2023 – Well into Summer

I am grateful that we had a nice 4th. With so much going on, I find it hard to stop and celebrating sometimes.
I’m grateful that this was a week with very little going on. I needed that, and I needed the ability to sit and relax when I wasn’t feeling wonderful.
I’m grateful for nice summer weather.

I’m thankful I got to learn a little bit more about using my camera in different scenerios.
The week still had a lot of difficulties, things I can’t write about here because it involves the kids. I’m working on trying to be grateful for that, but it’s really, really hard.
Thank you all for your time and your prayers.
As always, I’m grateful for each one of you, and hope things are well in your lives.

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