The Way It Should Be

I heard on a podcast recently that Starbucks has a policy that they will stay open 10 minutes later than their posted closing time, just in case someone was rushing to get there and wanted to get some coffee before close. Ten minutes is not a lot, but if you recall, one of my pet peeves is the insane American way of closing BEFORE posted closing times!!!! (Read this if you don’t recall.)

Not sure if that’s true or not. Tyana? You reading this? What’s the policy?

If that’s true, it’s awesome, and I wish more companies in America would follow suit.

To The Parents Of More Than Four

To The Parents of More Than Four,

Hello. I hope this letter finds you well. (As well as can be expected, with more than four kids in your house!) We are thrilled to let you know that God added to our family yesterday. We are now the proud parents of four healthy children! The latest is our second daughter, Julia Gayle. She’s beautiful! And very content, as far as 1-day-old infants are concerned. She’s definitely a joy, and every step of her life so far (most of which has been in the womb) has not been taken for granted. At least, not by me.

What I wanted to write to you about was this interesting sensation I am having as we sit in the quietness of this birthing room at our hospital. I am noticing that even though we came in here maintaining our desire to have many more children, both my wife and I, at least at the moment, feel like four is quite enough, thank you. We think about the three rambunctious kids we have at home, and the thought of adding another to that mix is somewhat daunting, now that it is a reality. We are not completely excited at the moment to go through the whole first weeks of a baby’s life again, with one or more feedings in the middle of the night. Sleep can be addictive, you know. And, at some levels, we almost think we don’t want to “chance” breaking our streak of amazingly healthy, awesome babies. I mean, we can’t really keep this up, right? Surely there will be some complications among eight to ten children?

So what motivated you to have more children? Or, to let God give you as many as He chose? Did you ever have a moment where you wondered if (Insert Number Here) was enough? If you did, was there a point where you changed your mind? And overall, how is life with four or more?

We are thrilled, as I said, to welcome our new family member. It’s especially cool that Julia is a girl – a sister for Kirstie. I just thought that perhaps you, with your experience, could help us if indeed we are to press on and allow God to add more to our family in the future. Any advice you could pass along would be wonderful. I imagine at some point down the road (as He has done with most of our kids) God will place a desire in both of our hearts for more children, though that’s harder to see at the moment!

Thanks in advance for your help, and may God continue to bless you in abundance through the families he has given you.

Julia Gayle Campbell

Julia Gayle Campbell

Julia Gayle Campbell
Born: Saturday, March 11th, 8:23am
Gender: Girl πŸ™‚
Weight: 8 lb 6 oz
Beautiful!!

We have another baby girl!!! She was born, very healthy at 8:23am! She looks just like her big sister, Kirsten!! Click the photo above to see that photo enlarged. Mom is doing very well, after a quick but intense labor and delivery. She’s resting now as I get these photos up for all interested parties. πŸ™‚

Birth Story
We had a regular doctor appointment yesterday, and there was a little progress, but nothing major to report. Doc asked if Jen wanted her to do a little trick that sometimes can help start labor. Jen said yes.

We went home (after a quick stop at McDonald’s for lunch, since that’s what we did right before Kirstie came…) and Jen noticed that there were some more signs of baby’s impending arrival, but seeming quite faint still. We monitored them though, obviously, and were ready should they ever increase.

We went through a fairly normal day… and after dinner, Jen had a hankering for some donuts, so we headed out for those. All the while, she was still having those infrequent, mild contractions. She almost didn’t want to call them that.

It was after 9:30 when we got home, so I put Kirsten in bed, and Jen started an A-Team with the boys! (They had been wanting to do that all day.) Kirstie and I talked about how the baby might be coming even before she wakes up again! I guess we were right!! πŸ™‚

We went to bed around 11pm, and Jen was still having mild contractions. I said, “Shouldn’t we call somebody??” We did not. We just went to bed. πŸ™‚ (Jen thought she could get some rest. She did not.)

I woke up at 5:35am to an empty bed, and the bathroom light on. Jen came back in the room, doubled over, obviously in much more intense labor. As I tried to get my wits about me (that’s very early in the morning, you know!!!) I got from her that the contractions were stronger, five minutes apart and 30 seconds long. That’s time to head out!!!

I gathered the things we needed, and called our neighbors to come over and stay with the rest of our sleeping kids. (Don’t worry, they’re up at 6am!) πŸ™‚ Mr. Tones came over and we headed out to the hospital.

Now, I usually am happy to obey most traffic laws – but not today. We made the 25+ minute trip in well under 20. πŸ™‚ It was nice. No traffic, and it was daylight…. a nice quick trip.

We arrived at the hospital at about 6:15 and were in the room, getting ready to have the baby before 6:30am!!! Usually we walk around, taking some laps to get labor started. We hang out, Jen in the rocking chair, and just chatting. NOT TODAY. We were ready to go!!!!

Our doctor got there not long after we did. Another friend who helped with Kirstie’s delivery was also on duty when we got there, so she helped out as well.

The labor was quite intense – more than usual – but Jen did GREAT as always. She’s awesome. πŸ™‚ After some intense labor, it was time for the baby to come! Everything was very “by the book”, and Julia entered the world at 8:23am this Saturday morning!!! (Maybe she’ll be a morning person?) πŸ™‚

Jen is doing very well. Happy to have Julia on the outside. We haven’t seen her much as the maternity ward is SUPER busy. Twins, and just LOTS of babies last night and today. Cool.

The name? Well, Julia was our second choice for a girl name even before Alex was born. We hoped we could someday use that. And the middle name is my Mom’s middle name. A couple months ago (or less?) we had a different middle name, but I just had a strong thought (that I had not had previously) that we should name the baby Julia Gayle, after Grammy. I liked it, and shared that with Jen. Being new, she wasn’t sure of it at first, but it grew on us. Grammy was a 4th baby, and a girl (obviously…) and we just thought it would be cool. We love Grammy. πŸ™‚ THEN, Jen found out that Gayle means “Lively One”, which has certainly been true of this baby while in the womb!!!!! So, it fit, and we loved it, and…

Here’s Julia Gayle!!!

Julia and her Grandparents
Julia Gayle and Grandma and Grandpa Walker

Julia and her Grandpa Walker
Julia Gayle and Grandpa Walker

Julia Gayle 8 pounds 6 ounces
Julia Gayle on the scale – 8lbs 6oz

Jen and Dr Landgraf
Jen and her doctor, Dr. Landgraf

More to come!!!

Interesting Article

I posted an interesting editorial to Newsvine.com today. I just thought I would link that here. Basically, I have been fascinated by a trend I have noticed lately, that mostly there is no allowance for varying opinions in our country. Whether it’s on topics such as President Bush and the war in Iraq, or creation vs evolution, or abortion, gay-marriage, or other politically charged issues – or, even within the christian community, topics such as worship styles, and now even whether one should even be part of weekend gatherings or any organized religious institution. Fascinating.

Click the link below to read my article at Newsvine. (Which, by the way, has a very high concentration of “liberal” users.)

Editorial: Are You Entitled To Your Opinion?

A Walnut In My Throat

Just a quick story for the evening…

I mentioned a while back that I watched Remember The Titans, and that Jen and the kids were going to watch it later. In fact, they did. But, Ian was the only one to make it all the way through. We talked about the movie a bit after he (they) watched it. It is defintely a great movie, with a cool, but sometimes sad story.

So, a few days later, maybe a week, Ian starts talking about the movie again from the back seat of the van.

“You know the sad part of Remember the Titans, where Gary is in the accident, and (later) he dies… Well, I didn’t really cry when that happened. I didn’t cry, but my throat felt like there was a walnut in it or something!!!”

That was cute. πŸ™‚

Labor Day Stories – Alex

Since we’re fast approaching the unleashing of another Campbell upon this unsuspecting world, I thought I would post one of the crazier birth stories from our little ones so far. I wrote this soon after Alex, our now 4-yr-old was born. It’s quite a story! Enjoy!


PALMYRA, NY – Thursday, October 4th.

Greg & Jen return from a brisk walk through the lovely village of Palmyra on a beautiful fall day. Jen is somewhat tired (and really getting rather large…) πŸ™‚ but can’t wait to go for another walk… a little later. πŸ™‚ They get inside, listen to the phone messages, start getting lunch ready, and Greg heads back upstairs to the office to get back to the day’s work. A friend had called and left a message just wondering how we were doing, and if there were any signs of labor yet… a common call these days. But, alas, there were none yet.

Yet. πŸ™‚

At 1:00pm (or so) on Thursday, October 4th, Jen started to notice signs of the baby coming. Nothing major, so it could be a false alarm… but did seem like more than that. She proceeds to nap. πŸ™‚ Greg gets back to the office and continues work on arranging their early spring west coast tour. Lots of phone calls! πŸ™‚ Also, making plans for that evening’s concert.

Around 3:00pm or so, Jen climbs the stairs again to where Greg is talking on the phone with a friend out west… and looks like something’s happening… πŸ™‚ Greg asks, Jen replies it doesn’t seem serious. But, it was serious enough to call the Dr. and ask what we should do.

The doctor listens, asks questions, and then says, why don’t you come in tonight and I’ll check you out. We ask about the concert, should we come now, or later, and the doctor replies, “Oh, just go ahead and do your concert and then come on in. That will be fine.” So, surprised, but excited, we proceed with the plans and get ready to do the concert.

All the while, Jen is having stronger and more frequent contractions.

So, we set up (well, Greg does) and Greg begins the concert. By this time (6:00pm or so) it is quite obvious that this baby is coming tonight, so what does Jen do? She comes up on stage and joins in!!! Jen sang 3 or 4 songs that night… WHILE IN LABOR!!! πŸ™‚ What a story to tell Alexander later in life! πŸ™‚ Turned out to be a pretty nice turnout, met some neat people, and a bunch of people were there to help us tear down and get our stuff back to the house before we left for the hospital! Very interesting… πŸ™‚

So, around 7:30-7:40pm we head to the hospital and arrive around 8:00pm. This baby is coming tonight! We make the appropriate calls and alert everyone to the immiment arrival of baby Campbell #2 and continue to be excited about this. This was our second baby – no problem! We knew what to expect, and knew it would just be great.

We forgot labor is very, very hard. πŸ™‚

Jen proceeded through labor incredibly quickly (last time was a total of 17 hours, this time, around 8!) and after Jen’s Mom & Dad arrived late Thursday night… we had a SON!!!!! Alexander Caedon Campbell came into this world! It was as amazing as the first time, slightly different, but wonderful. The Dr.s and nurses were skilled at what they did and helped a slightly complicated situation with Alex and he was healthy and happy and great.

The hard part was that Jen kept bleeding for a while. Normal part of birth, but Jen lost more blood than normal. The doctors and nurses again worked hard and skillfully and finally were able to stop the bleeding and get things under control. That did manage to make Jen extremely weak, and sore… but thankfully still quite healthy. God is good!

Within a day or so we were all back to normal pregnancy recovery stages and Alex was doing great.

He was bigger than Ian (stayed in longer!) at 7 lbs 12oz. 20 inches long. But overall labor was much quicker! That was nice for Jen — we think πŸ™‚

You may be wondering about his name…

Alexander is a name Jen has always wanted for a boy of hers. This was before she knew she would marry a Campbell. πŸ™‚ We did not name him after the 19th/20th century Restoration Movement leader… though this Alex’s Grandpa also shares a name with one of those men, Thomas Campbell. πŸ™‚

Then, we were trying to think of a middle name that had some significance, but didn’t want it to just be an english word that was just a word. So, we tried words in other languages we were familiar with. Finally came up with one we kind of liked – Queda. It’s the spanish word for “Remain, Stay” and reminded us of the Scripture in John 15 where Jesus talks about himself as “the vine” and we are “the branches” and that we need to remain in Him. The key verse might be John 15:4…

“Remain in me, and I will remain in you.”

We liked the imagery there, and wanted our child to remain in Jesus and Jesus to remain in him. So, Queda was cool… but just sounded like a spanish word. So, we played with it and ended up with “CAY-den”. Then we figured we’d go with a gaelic spelling, being somewhat Scottish, and we settled on “Caedon”.

Well – we arrived home to a big party with the whole extended Walker family Sunday afternoon, and then Alex got to see his first Bills game!!!! (Actually, it wasn’t so bad, though they did lose… but the back-up QB came in and was great. His name? ALEX Van Pelt! :-))

Everything is great here. Happy and healthy mom and baby (and dad and brother!) πŸ™‚ Thanks for praying for that – God certainly delivered!

(pun intended…) πŸ™‚

Walls

When we married, I discovered that Jen was a wonderful mason. Over the years, she had learned to build some pretty terrific, fortified walls to protect her heart from invasion. I had not seen this outside the intimacy of marriage – or I was just a clueless young guy. πŸ™‚ But once we were inside, the insurmountable walls appeared.

My wife is an amazingly gentle spirit. She is so kind and thoughtful. She is encouraging, and the kind of person you always want to be around. That’s why I wanted to spend my life with her! I love to be with her. I have noticed that my son, Ian, is similarly a gentle spirit. This will be a wonderful gift he can give people, that God will use to heal and restore and show his compassion and mercy through. Just like his mom.

However, with such a gentleness, comes very, very easy pain. Both Jen and Ian are quite sensitive to the words and opinions of others. Harsh words or tones – even not directed specifically at them – can crush their hearts quickly. So, Jen has learned over the years the fine art of masonry. She can build (and has many times) walls that will keep out any painful words or connections with people. She has been hurt – and not just because she’s a gentle spirit, she has been through her share of very rough times – and she has built walls.

Over our eight years of marriage, we have worked through some of those walls, but they have certainly been a barrier to intimacy at times. Intimacy has no walls, and that is the thrill of it. (OK guys, knock it off. I’m not just talking about sex!) The deep sharing of everything you are with another person. Proverbs says that our hearts are the “wellspring of life”. They are who we are. And when we share that with another person, on every level, that is intimacy, and a closeness that God intended us to experience in a marriage relationship. Complete commitment to the other person allows for complete freedom in intimacy.

While Jen is gentle, and compassionate, and thus easily hurt… I appear to have been made the (almost) complete opposite.

I am confident, unafraid to be different, and naively optimistic – not concerned with the opinions of others. This can obviously be a positive, a strength. I choose a direction, and I go for it. I am not hindered by the negative opinions of others, nor am I necessarily caught up in any positive praise from others. I am me, and that’s pretty much it.

The obvious negative of this is my sensitivity to the outside world – and to you, my friends and neighbors – can be somewhat absent at times. πŸ™‚ Ha ha. πŸ™‚ Being married to a person like Jen has helped to increase my awareness of the impact my words and decisions have on other folks. I actually do think of other people a bit more now.

But for the most part, the benefit of this has been, I haven’t built any walls. I am pretty much completely accessible to anyone who cares to enter my world.

Until late 2004.

In October and November 2004, we lost a baby. Jen carried the baby for about 14 weeks before we discovered that it had stopped growing (they think) around 12 weeks. The entire pregnancy was quite precarious. There were signs of trouble almost right from the start. But we were so excited about another baby – I was so excited about another baby – that I kept up hope that all would work out. We thought we lost the baby at 11 weeks, but got to see it happily bouncing around in the womb via an ultrasound. That was joyous. But a short two or three weeks later, we saw no life. No movement. And my heart was crushed.

But Jen’s was not. She said multiple times how her wall-building ability kept her removed from that hurt in many ways. Now, she hurt, don’t get me wrong. But I was more affected by all that transpired, I would say. As would Jen.

Now, just two weeks from the due date of our next baby – the first since losing the baby a year and a half ago – I have seen that I have built walls. I have learned the skilled craft of masonry from my wife.

This morning, I think for the first time, I felt the excitement finally surface in me about the new baby. I can honestly say that I have not until then. I have intellectually thought, “It will be nice to have a new baby.” I have not really let my heart experience the real excitement of holding my baby, bringing him/her home, playing together with the rest of the family – all of the joy of a new life in a home. I realized today that I have protected myself from the hurt I felt last time by building walls around my heart.

But I have missed the joy!! I have not truly been excited about this baby. I have chalked it up so far to it being our fourth baby. We’re veterans. We’re experienced. It’s not exciting anymore… That’s for first-timers. In fact, we have a friend who just had her first baby, and I think we have had just such a conversation or two, about “getting excited”. My response to her has been, no… we’re just looking forward to Jen not being pregnant. πŸ™‚ (That’s not completely try, but sadly, more than I’d like it to be.)

I obviously can’t speak for Jen on this, but I imagine she has the same walls. She already knows how to build them.

It’s understandable. I had a large amount of fear in my heart the first time we went to listen for the baby’s heart beat. And the next. And the next. I have not taken any visit for granted, until lately, I suppose. I have grown increasingly confident that we will meet this baby, since it won’t STOP moving inside Jen. πŸ™‚ (It really is quite an active baby!) But along the way, I have not let my heart get too excited. I hope today’s excitement is not premature.

But in the end, I think that’s my lesson for today. Excitement is never premature. The pain of loss is worth the excitement, the hope of life. There is joy and fulfillment in hope. Hope is the promise of what lies ahead. And beyond the hope of future joy, there is the present reality of a life growing (and kicking) inside of Jen. I have had moments of joy, but overall, I think I have missed the excitement of this baby, because I was afraid to lose it.

Don’t be afraid to lose it. Live and love what you’ve got. Hope for more. Let’s bring down the walls, and unabashedly let the joy – and pain – of life fill our hearts.

I think we’ll be better for it.

Newsvine Goes Public

Over the past couple weeks, I have posted a few articles here about a news website called Newsvine. The reason I did that was that the site was still a private Beta, meaning that only those with invitations had access to the site.

Well, if you were at all curious… the wait is over.

Newsvine is officially public. If you go to newsvine.com you can now read through the news just like I have been for the past few weeks.

The charm of newsvine, and perhaps the addictive quality for some, is that the news it interactive. When you sign up for a free account, you can comment on articles, you can easily link to articles you have seen elsewhere on the web, and you can even join or start a chat right on the page of the article you just read. In addition to all of that, you are encouraged to add to “The Vine” by posting your own articles at your very own column. “Yourname”.newsvine.com. Mine is gregshead.newsvine.com.

Newsvine is attempting to create a place for “citizen journalism” by not only having easy to find articles from the AP and ESPN wires, sortable by many “tags” assigned to each one, but these AP articles are placed right next to the many member contributions. There are two separate columns, to better distinguish the source of your news, but I think it’s a cool feature that the site is so interactive, and integrated.

I will post most of my Apple Computer news, as well as Buffalo Bills and various other newsworthy articles there. You can book mark the site if you like, via the link given above, or, if you are a super techy type… there are RSS feeds available for my articles there as well. (Since you’re super techy, I’ll let you figure out where they are.)

I have been following and contributing to some interesting conversations in the science section of the site recently. You may want to stop there are read along. Or, as I mentioned, there have been a few exciting things from Apple recently as well.

So, it’s now available to all, and I just wanted to pass that along.

Check it out, and have fun reading. πŸ™‚

You Can Now See Again!

This morning, as is our custom, the boys and I were reading a short bit from the Bible. We’re reading through the book of Acts currently, and it’s really interesting. There are always lots of things I don’t remember, and some cool stories the boys like to hear. Paul definitely had a crazy life – always being accused of things that would start riots, being put in jail, beaten, having his life threatened. Crazy.

Well, today, we were in chapter 22, where Paul was arrested following another riot. He asked the commander who arrested him if he could speak to the crowd, and he was allowed to. He spoke of his heritage, his background, and how he was zealous for God, just as the crowd of Jews who were listening. And then he told the story of how, on his way to arrest more Christians, he was knocked to the ground by a blinding light, and heard a voice ask him, “Why are you persecuting me?” The voice was the man, Jesus, of Nazareth, and Paul was then given instructions to go ahead to Damascus, where a guy named Ananias would meet him.

All of this was obviously bewildering for Paul. He was on a mission for God. He was going to erradicate these “Followers of The Way” one at a time if he had to. But then, God met him personally, and caused a physical blindness to conceal his vision. For three days he could not see a thing, nor did he eat or drink. How could he? What an astonishing life change.

Well, Ananias reluctantly came by the place where Paul was staying (He knew this was the guy who was out putting Christians in jail, or worse! For all he know, this could have been a trap!) and when he got there, he did just as God had told him, laying his hands on Paul and restoring his vision. The account even says something like scales fell from Paul’s eyes.

But the sentence that stood out to me this morning was something Paul quoted Ananias as saying to him. Ananias said, “Saul, my friend, you can see now.” It may seem an obvious thing to say, but in the light of some recent reading and discussion I have been doing, I understood that at a different level.

For so long, Paul had been pressing and pressing to do what he knew to be right. He was relentless in his condemnation and complete anhilation of this cancerous new cult that was forming. He would not rest until these infidels were crushed. Forever.

What he did not know was, he was blind. He could not really see. What he saw as a threat, was really his very own freedom. These people were not a cancer, they were the cure. It took Jesus meeting him in person – albeit a super-bright, deified person – and actually physically blinding him for Paul to understand this.

I believe those three days he sat in darkness – humbled and broken, but given visions of hope – were a processing time for Paul. To understand where his zealousness had been completely misguided. Where he had actually been blind. It wasn’t a physical blindness, but it might as well have been. He could not see the reality of God’s kingdom, until God showed him, and through Ananias, removed his blindness.

“You can see now.”

Religious folk are often accused of blindly following some leader or antiquated book or doctrine. They must be blind to think such things. Can’t they see the evidence? Where is the evidence for what they believe? It’s just “blind faith!” And indeed, Paul was religious, and I’d agree that he was blind. But a lot of the very people who accuse “religious folks” of being blind are perhaps calling the kettle black.

I have been reading some discussions over the hot “Intelligent Design” controversies in various court rooms across the country. Some segments of our population would like schools to teach alternative theories to the well-entrenched theory of evolution. My understanding is that it would be “along side” – that there is no call whatsoever to eliminate the teaching of evolution. (Though, I am sure some ID proponents would wish such a thing.)

What has stuck me as both fascinating and even scary at the same time is the pro-evolution camp seems to be even more zealous than Paul in their quick and vigrorous defense of the Evolutionary faith. (I am obviously mocking with those words. I understand that it is not a religion, however, you can not deny that the characteristics of a religious zealot are quite present in nearly all of the supporters of evolution that make the news at least.)

I do not want to begin a debate as to which theory is more plausible, and certainly not which one is “right”. You may start your own blog if you’d like to do that. I would like to draw some comparisons however, based on my own assumptions.

There really seems to be truth to the fact that we can be very blind to God’s kingdom, until he reveals it to us. I have lived my whole life with God and around his people – but I did not understand the reality of his kingdom until my late teen years. It’s like he opened my eyes, and scales fell off. Now, I do not certainly understand everything, but I do understand the truth of the phrase, “I was blind, but now I see.” The world makes a lot more sense to me (for the most part) since my eyes have been opened to (and even, keep opening to) God’s kingdom reality.

And what I notice from people who either deliberately push God away, or who really, genuinely can’t believe in the reality Jesus lived and presented is that there is really no way for them to understand what I am saying. When I talk, it’s like they are hearing different words, or no words at all, based on the response I receive. Perhaps it works both ways as well. But, it is definitely a fascinating phenomena. And, I believe it can be found in Scripture. We can’t know or understand God’s kingdom until he opens our eyes to it. He says too that we can’t see his kingdom unless we come as little children, wide-eyed and perhaps, ready to learn.

I am not trying to prove some grand point here. Just my thoughts from a simple sentence, and an interesting discussion or two I have been involved in at Newsvine. I am certain that the words, “You can now see again!” were quite liberating to Paul – even if he didn’t know before that he needed liberation. They were for me today as well.

I hope they are for you, too.

Kirstie Rae

Today is my daughter’s birthday. She’s two. I love her. πŸ™‚

She’s a very cute little girl, with a tender heart – except that she’s being raised by two brothers – and she definitely loves her daddy. πŸ™‚ I love the greetings I get when I come down from the office. πŸ™‚

Today we’ll celebrate her. We’ll have a nice birthday cake. We’ll have some presents. I think we’ll probably even have a special fun treat at the end of the day. πŸ™‚ I can’t wait.

I’m even staying up extra late to make her a little birthday poster (a bit of a tradition in our family).

It’s funny, but as the kids get older, even though Kirstie is only two, I really am beginning to experience what so many parents have said. The time goes by so fast. It’s way too short.

Well, it does. But today, I’m going to enjoy celebrating my two year old daughter.

Happy Birthday, Kirstie! We love you!!!! πŸ™‚