Dedication
Shortly after my dad graduated from this world, the
youngest of my three older sisters sent me an encouraging note along
with a box of old letters. That box was filled with correspondence
between my mother and just about every one of my elementary school
teachers. Each teacher in turn said essentially the same thing: "I
just can't motivate him." It wasn't until after I flunked ninth grade
English that I met a teacher in summer school who could truly inspire
me. In this lady's class I always felt as though it was late at night,
we were with good friends, there was a bowl of fruit within easy
reach, the discussion was lively, and everyone was involved.
Still, it would take several more years before I would
finally decide to live. I mean really, really live! And, I suppose, it
was also about that same time that Our Creator created in me a real
passion for learning, while also employing some pretty heroic measures
to get me educated. I'm a greatly flawed individual. But I'm beginning
to recognize the Ultimate Source of all true gifts. And, I think I'm
now asking the right questions. For example, exactly why is it "that
even a blind hog finds an acorn once in awhile?"
Spirit gravity brought me to the point where I could
view our inner space as a medical photographer. What an awesome
privilege to trade places with a surgeon, and from there to photograph
an open heart or a living brain. If you awakened after surgery feeling
as though your insides had been moved about, it may have been because
I asked "What's that?" and your surgeon actually took the time to show
me. Anyway, sorry about any extra discomfort you may have experienced
because of me. And I want to assure you, if you passed a small lens
cap after stomach surgery, it wuzn't me. And I really don't want it
back.
When it became time to understand how a computer
worked, I was invited into the life and home of the machine's
inventor. From across the dinner table he explained how he came to
realize it would have to be a binary system. He compared memory
refresh to a child repeating his mother's instructions while walking
to the store. The child saying, "a pound of butter and a loaf of
bread, a pound of butter and a loaf of bread." And, though he built
the first electronic digital computer this world ever knew, he gave me
the honor of building the last one he ever used while on this world.
Even though he built his from sketches he made on a paper napkin and
the one I built for him was from Heathkit, I was seriously jazzed
nonetheless.
In learning how to fly, I was blessed with great
instructors and no shortage of mentors. The first human being ever to
fly un-tethered in outer space called me just prior to riding shuttle
Discovery on a mission to deploy the Hubble Space Telescope. He placed
that phone call from the NASA quarantine room. From the very top of
the pyramid a shuttle astronaut generously gave advice and
encouragement to this lowly student pilot, as I was about to take a
Cessna 152 on my very first three-point, cross-country solo. It took
days for me to come down and realize that no, I wasn't Jonathan
Livingston Seagull and that yes, the "real" flight was still ahead of
me. Now I also realize that I would not have been able to relate to
Seagull at all had it not been for my middle sister encouraging me to
read that book.
As this project gets wrapped up, thanks to my
first-born sister and her husband, our country's newly appointed and
yet to be confirmed Treasury Secretary, I'm now looking forward to
sharing Christmas dinner with the first man ever to set foot on the
moon. Life is good, really good. It's also what family is all about.
Families produced all of these people that I so admire. Our friends,
family, teachers, mentors, inventors and pioneers each draw upon a
rich heritage to inspire us. Whether our careers are high profile or
low profile, whether we exude inspiration, perspiration or both, we
influence people every day in ways we may never even pause to
consider.
Through three decades of youth ministry, I've
encountered all kinds of families. Some are seemingly ideal, others
just looking to put the fun back in dysfunctional. But almost all of
them are cranking out truly magnificent human beings. I was so proud
of my parents when they celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary.
And I have been truly awed by my own children as they have faced some
real adversity with courage and grace. But family is what it is; you
take it as it comes; it's the hand you're dealt. While no amount of
social engineering is likely to improve upon the original design, we
can certainly improve on the way family is maintained. And that's
mostly what this book is about. It is a small contribution in a much
larger effort to preserve, protect and defend our families.
Jefferson wrote: "I have sworn, upon the alter of God
eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man."
Some of that same hostility is reflected in the pages of this book,
and rightly so. If, as a nation, we continue to follow our Supreme
Court through their inconsistencies and to their illogical extremes,
the Declaration of Independence and the words upon the wall of the
Jefferson Memorial would have to be removed from the federal enclave.
Due to their religious overtones, these writings too may some day be
banned. I truly believe that today, in the context of families and our
democracy, the greatest tyrannies are imposed through government's
unwise but well-intentioned intrusion into our families combined with
the impairment of academic freedom and journalistic integrity.
In the first case "for better or for worse" has been
replaced with a government enabled "If at first you don't succeed,
bail!" In the second case, most of our institutions have produced a
confused and narrow disintegration of truth. If we can get the system
off of the backs of our teachers, then maybe de-motivators will cease
to be such a large part of our gross national product. For only then
can the Spirit that works through all great teachers, freely appeal to
the spirit within learners. Those teachers that feel they are in need
of some remediation in this area should study the way Jesus used
parables. After all, they're not just for getting around the
"authorities" anymore.
While we've clearly outgrown the institutional
religion that demands "turn or burn," we haven't outgrown religion,
and we never will, for it is by definition the domain of values. This
book is absolutely bullish on family values, and post-modern
religionists are individually deciding if they want to be a part of
the eternal future. As for me, I want my entire family to be a part of
that future. I want to thank all of my teachers personally for their
heroic efforts, so they all need to be there. I want to see all of my
friends. And then of course there are the people that bought this
book. I certainly want to meet both of you.
Robert H. Kalk
December 23, 2002