May 20, 2019: Honoring a Quiet Man of Integrity

Wow, it’s been 6 months since I posted in my “Kinda Rusty Space.”  I had planned on writing here regularly, but that tells you about a little-known trait of mine — I STRUGGLE WITH FAITHFULNESS!

The thing is, there has been so much happening around me and through me, that I’m relating to the Alice in Wonderland scenario of perspective. BIG vs. small; high vs. low; in vs. out … you get the idea. And now that I’m aware of the dark side of Alice’s “Wonderland” (code name for rampant pedophilia in very high places), I have become even more committed to reach people who live in “the real world” — the one that exists above ground and all around the rabbit hole in the story.

I won’t go into all of that right now. I will be posting more about it on my blog as facts in the real world turn from Dark to LIGHT, as Qanon is fond of saying. 

Today Chuck and I will be attending a Memorial Service for Dean Koon. Men who attended Washington Jr, High and Vista High School in the 1960s and 70s, especially. may remember Coach Koon was a physical education teacher and assistant football coach. I was surprised to see him at North Coast Church (the Vista Campus) several years back, where we had both been attending, each unaware of the other,  amidst the divine growth spurt that has occurred since 2012 or so.

Chuck has connected with Mr. Koon many times over the years through appliance service calls, etc.  I was not so fortunate. But in 2015, when I learned that I had a malignant breast tumor, Mr. Koon became a faithful prayer warrior on my behalf. It was a pleasure to get to know him “up close and personal.” And since 2016 I have been cancer-free!

Several months ago, Mr. Koon suffered a heart attack and a fall that resulted in a broken hip. We received word about him through his son, Chris. About his lengthy stay in ICU, his day-to-day struggles, setbacks, and victories. I wasn’t worried, because I knew that whatever happened, the Holy Spirit was right there with him through the entire storm.

Last week we learned that our favorite teacher and friend had “passed.” I’m looking forward to seeing him again one day in heaven, should our Lord allow it.

Heaven is not “wonderland.” It is GRACE LAND. Hope to see YOU there one day.

With love in Him,  Paula