12th Cave found at Qumran

Privileged to be a part of this project.

Daniel B. Wallace

My old friend and classmate at Dallas Seminary, Randall Price, was on the expedition that found the first Dead Sea Scrolls cave in over 60 years. Although no manuscripts were discovered, such were apparently there at one time. Thanks, Randy, for your part in this discovery and your continuing labors in archeology! See the article here:

Two other friends, Jeremiah Johnston and Craig A. Evans, sent me a link to a news post they did on this discovery. Here’s the link.

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Rightly Dividing Our Love for Country and Love for the World. Great Read from John Piper: Should Christians Be Patriotic


Living among other cultures intensified my love for my own country. But it also clarified the difference between the love I feel for my homeland and the love I have for my brothers and sisters in Christ from all around the world. John Piper’s article adds some valuable perspective for this July 4th weekend.



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Great Read on Diversity from Dr. Mark Bailey, President of Dallas Theological Seminary


boroko farewell

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Total Openness: The Wrong Solution (Encouragement: The Unexpected Power of Building Others Up, by Larry Crabb)

Is sharing more than self-centered expression?

Not long ago, my husband and I were traveling in Australia. When Sunday came around, we found a place to worship. The pastor, a guest speaker for the day, was a gifted communicator. He was funny, passionate, knowledgeable…and very open. But his type of openness made me squirm. His illustrations were uncomfortably revealing and sometimes very unflattering reflections about his family, members of his congregation and other influential people who revolved around his sphere of influence. His rhetoric was a strange mix of personal confession and mean sarcasm about his own spiritual immaturity and those he considered less spiritually mature. There was no hint of humility (except for the false kind) and his message was interspersed with a lot of coarse joking. I kept thinking how mortified and hurt I would be if I were the object of a story being told by this pastor to a room full of people. I left feeling discouraged, unsettled, and even a little angry.

We westerners value freedom of expression. That desire to divulge is also evident in church culture. I think that’s what I experienced with this church (along with a heavy emphasis on entertainment). Usually openness is couched with good intentions in order to promote community, authenticity and transparency. I find it especially prevalent in millennials and it’s something I admire. I think it’s evidence of their distaste for hypocrisy. But when does openness become a bad thing?

“When we gather together, we are to experience the reality of our common heritage. But we have cheapened the idea of sharing to the point where sharing now means to exhibit ourselves rather than to demonstrate Christ to one another.” (Encouragement, p. 47)

My worship experience this particular day highlighted some important principles from Encouragement regarding transparency within the body of Christ.

  • Sharing for sharing sake, or to gain the attention and acceptance of others doesn’t always promote spiritual growth. Emotional honesty should take place within the framework of commitment to God and to other’s welfare. This is true koinonia (p. 45).

“Biblical and theological foundations are of little value unless real people in real places come to know and love Jesus in his relationship with “Abba” God as the Way of Life, and that is “life together.” [i]

Openness, authenticity and transparency are all great attributes, but they are better when tempered with sacrifice, self-discipline and obedience. (p. 48)

  • If all we focus on is expression without restraint, our relationships will run shallow, missing the shared spiritual growth that God intends for us. Our relationships require real commitment to enter into the hard areas of life with one another. (p. 48)

“We much catch the idea that time spent with one another can somehow enrich our relationship with Christ, in much the same way that two mature children feel closer to their parents after discussing with each other how much their parents mean to them. Relationships with one another can be enjoyable and fulfilling and they should be. But the basis of our fellowship is our shared life in Christ.” (p. 49)

How can I experience a Christ-centered level of fellowship with all my brothers and sisters in Christ?

  • Never speak hard words to someone or about someone unless your love for that person has formed a vision for who they are to be in Christ. Ask yourself, “Are my feelings for this person generated from love and a pure heart?” “Am I motivated by a desire for them to change for my sake – or for their sake?”
  • Don’t confuse vulnerability and authenticity. Think of them this way:

Define vulnerability as making something known to another with a spirit of entitlement that obligates the other to respond well to your concerns. In other words – Is it all about me?

Define authenticity as making something known to another that reveals where you are on your journey toward Christ-likeness and invites (neither expects nor demands) another to walk together with you toward a mutual goal of maturity.

With those definitions in mind, pursue authenticity, not vulnerability, in what you choose to share. (p. 51)

I don’t really know what motivated this person to be so mean, but it occurred to me that maybe he was preaching from a layer meant to protect him from rejection. I think his efforts to be entertaining were an attempt to be accepted, something we all crave. Sadly, his biting humor and sarcastic jokes came at the expense of his loved ones and those he’s called to shepherd in their Christian walk. The result was that he was the center of attention, not Christ. And that’s the crux isn’t it?

I realized that we all have that weakness, in one way or another. He was no different than you or me. We can be motivated to do and say some crazy things when Christ-likeness takes a back seat to worldly approval. It helps me to remember that the only one I really need to fully express myself to is God Almighty. Expression solely for acceptance is wrongly motivated. (p. 52)

Is Christ-likeness really at the center of my sharing or am I seeking attention, pity or just a place to vent frustration?

We don’t need to be funny, we don’t need to be the smartest person in the room, or the hippest. We don’t need to be an attention-seeking open book. We do need to be aware that we are self-centered creatures living in a fallen body in a fallen world. It colors everything we do and say. But we have the Spirit of the living God who gives us the ability to truly love…to honestly evaluate what others need to hear from us as we seek to build one another up with mutual affection.

“And let us be concerned about one another in order to promote love and good works, not staying away from our worship meetings, as some habitually do, but encouraging each other, and all the more as you see the day drawing near.” (Hebrews 10:24–25, HCSB)

[i] Icenogle, G. W. (1993). Biblical foundations for small group ministry: an integrative approach. Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press.

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Surface Community: The Obstacle to Encouragement

Our core emotion

Our core emotion

This week I continue my interaction with Encouragement: The Unexpected Power of Building Others Up, by Larry Crabb.

Before my move to Port Moresby, I gleaned as much information as I could about Papua New Guinea, most of it through the expat grapevine. Even so, nothing really prepared me for my first days in country. I can only describe it as sensory over load. A very experienced expat friend once told me to take special care with my first impressions of any new environment. Those first sights, sounds and smells are irreplaceable. I remember multiple shades of brown skin, the very distinctive and different facial features of the PNG citizens. I loved the expressive timbre of their shared language, Tok Pisin. I was in awe of the incredible beauty of this land.

Our Core Emotion 

But I have to confess; my core emotion was fear. I feared for my physical safety because much of what I’d heard about PNG was filled with warnings about being accosted, carjacked…and just being a woman. I also experienced a fair amount of emotional fear. I was fully aware that I was a stranger in a foreign land, amongst the PNG citizens and the expat community. I felt isolated, alone and scared.

I realized a bit of what it must have felt like when Abram passed through Canaan to Shechem and realized he was looking at a land filled with Canaanites (Genesis 12:5-6). At this point in his journey I wonder if Abram questioned God’s command for him to leave his home, and His promise to make from him a great nation (Genesis 12:1-2). Even with his entourage and all his possessions, I think he must have been terrified. Why? Because fear was his and is our core emotion.

“Before he sinned, Adam enjoyed unbroken communion with God. There were no walls, no distance, no tension. But sin immediately brought terrible consequences. Among them was the presence of a new emotion: fear” (Encouragement, p. 31).

 Our Core Motivation

Fear has dogged us since the fall of humankind. It underlies the stresses of life we face everyday as we struggle with the knowledge that we are, in our fallen condition, unacceptable. Christ’s sacrifice has changed all that of course, but we still think like the “old man”. We have trouble believing that we really are a new creation. We are motivated by a need to be accepted in this world. I think it affects everything we think, do and say.

“From childhood on, as soon as we can translate our feelings into ideas, we approach life with fear of exposure and fear of the rejection we predict will follow” (P. 36).

Our Core Strategy

Our response to our fear of rejection is to hide behind layers of self-protection. These layers manifest themselves as humor, talkativeness, shyness, arrogance, sarcasm, or my favorite, the “know it all” that Dr. Crabb describes on page 30.

“Behind me sat a man who, judging by the loud conversation I had no choice but to hear, is an authority on everything. For an hour his topics ranged from the best price on floor tiles to finding good help in the restaurant business to the quality of nursing care in Florida’s hospitals – and the man had yet to admit ignorance or even a hint of uncertainty about anything” (p. 30).

We’ve all encountered someone like that, right?

The consequence of our layered personalities is that people don’t really get to know us. This is a tragedy, especially within the body of Christ. How can we genuinely encourage one another from layer to layer? We are basically protecting ourselves from each other! Many times we find ourselves relating in a surface community rather than in an honest, authentic, biblical community where we can genuinely minister to one another. Real encouragement cannot take place in a surface community (pg. 42).

We have a God who knows all our fears and all our layers. When Abram faced the land filled with Canaanites, he needed encouragement. God came and encouraged him.

Then the Lord appeared to Abram and said, “I will give this land to your offspring.” So he built an altar there to the Lord who had appeared to him.” (Genesis 12:7, HCSB)

Whatever fears your layers hide may feel just as ominous as facing a land filled with Canaanites. It is truly a hard thing to reveal our vulnerabilities to other people. But to do so is to reveal yourself to another in a way that opens the door for real biblical community. Might we get a veiled glimpse of our future, eternal community?

Can you let God give you the courage to peel off your layers?

For God has not given us a spirit of fearfulness, but one of power, love, and sound judgment.” (2 Timothy 1:7, HCSB)

Next time – Total openness: The Wrong Solution

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The Well Timed Word ~ Encouragement: The Unexpected Power of Building Others Up, by Larry Crabb

I bet no one ever told her to give up

Allison Felix – I bet no one ever told her to give up

“The words of the wicked are a deadly ambush, but the speech of the upright rescues them.” (Proverbs 12:6, HCSB)

I watched the movie, The Judge on one of my flights back to Port Moresby recently. Robert Downy Jr. plays a successful attorney (Hank Palmer) who goes back to his hometown to defend his father, Judge Joseph Palmer (Robert Duvall, nominated for an Oscar in this role), against a murder charge. The relationship between the two is strained, because of a tragic incident that occurred when Hank and his brother Glen (Vincent D’Onofrio) were teenagers. Hank has spent his entire adult life trying, and failing to meet his father’s expectations. Nothing he says or does is ever enough. There is one scene that really sums up the tension in their father/son relationship.

Hank: “You know, I didn’t just graduate from law school, I graduated first I my class…I was first in my class…I did really well, dad.”

Judge Palmer: “You’re welcome.”[1]

Encouragement – the careful selection of words that are intended to influence another person meaningfully towards increased godliness (Crabb, 20). I don’t think Judge Palmer’s response qualifies, do you? His sarcastic and cutting retort speaks words of death to a wounded and alienated son.

Scripture is replete with warnings about the power of the tongue. Our words are irretrievable and often evidence of exactly what is in our hearts. As Larry Crabb says,

“They can do great damage, but they also have the ability to do great good. That is why verbal encouragement is so valuable” (Crabb, 20).

Watching The Judge made me think about my own parenting years. I wasn’t like Judge Palmer but I still wish I’d had the benefit of the wisdom in this book during those years. I spoke my fair share of what I thought were encouraging words, but as Mrs. Norbury says in the movie Mean Girls,

“It’s because I’m a pusher… and now I’m going to push you.”

Crabb’s track illustration is all to familiar. It made me smile and reminisce.

 “I have never yet heard a father call out to his son during that final stretch, “You look tired! Why don’t you quit? You’re in the back third of the field anyway. Maybe  running isn’t your sport” (Crabb, 21).

Having spent many a Saturday at track meets with all three of my children, I can assure you no track parent ever talks like that! I can only hope that even though I was a pusher, maybe I redeemed myself by all the encouraging words I screamed as my children approached the finished line. I wanted my children to do well, and my words were definitely sincere, but my motives were sometimes questionable. They certainly weren’t always for godly encouragement. Thankfully, my children still love me. I’ve learned a lot since then, especially about the power of the right kind of well-timed word. The kind of word prompted by the Spirit of God. Crabb says,

“A well-timed word has the power to urge a runner to finish the race, to rekindle hope when despair has set in, to spark a bit of warmth in an otherwise cold life, to trigger health-ful self-evaluation in people who don’t think much about their shortcomings, to renew confidence when problems have the upper hand” (Crabb, 27).

When was the last time you spoke a well-timed, Spirit led word of encouragement to someone? Your words have the power to lift burdens, lower anxiety and instill hope. I truly treasure those times when someone has done that for me. It motivates me to do the same for others.

Lord, I pray for the mindfulness to speak sincerely with positive impact, whenever You give me the opportunity.


[1] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1872194/quotes?ref_=tt_ql_3

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The Power of Encouragement

I’ve started a new book by Larry Crabb and Dr. Dan Allender called Encouragement: The Unexpected Power of Building Others Up. The principles within have really hit the mark in many areas of my life and so I’d like to share what I’m learning with you. It’s a great book for any Christian and I’m pleased to find it is especially adaptable for those of us living life abroad. Whether we’re in an expat community or serving in the mission field, we are without our home church community. But our need for encouragement remains strong. In fact, it’s probably greater. The three pivotal truths the authors list in chapter one are a clear reminder of why this is true:

  1. People are hurting more deeply than we know (and more than they themselves sometimes know, like the person who is not yet aware that cancer has formed in his body).
  2. Relationship with Christ provides resources unique and indispensable to substantially heal now and perfectly heal forever.
  3. Only an encouraged community will be able to sustain missional involvement.

All of us feel the need for just a word of encouragement from time to time. It’s amazing what a well-timed word will do for the soul. I often pray for it for myself…and for others close to me. But, I’ve found that as much as I need encouragement, it’s not very natural for me to give encouragement as freely as I should. Encouragement is a deliberate act that requires selflessness and should be motivated by a genuine desire for the welfare of others. And the case is made in this book that ultimately, encouragement should motivate others towards strengthening their relationship with Christ.

“As Christians, regardless of our gifts or training, we are called upon to encourage our brothers and sisters. Whatever direction our particular congregation is moving, church life will include spending time in the presence of other Christians. And when we meet together as God’s people, we are to encourage one another, to say and do things that stimulate others to a deeper appreciation of Christ and to stronger commitment to our relationship with him and with each other.” (pg. 15)

I’ve never found this truer than during the last 5 years, since I left my home church in the U.S. My fellowship with other Christians has been essential to my well-being and I hope I am a source of encouragement for my friends as well.

This week I received a note from a dear friend who recently repatriated to the U.S. from Papua New Guinea. When she was living in PNG, we were part of a women’s bible study together. For her, it was the first time she had done a bible study with other women. Her desire to continue in the states led her to find a new group. She wrote to tell me that her new leader was a former fellow expat and friend of mine. I was so encouraged! It is amazing to see God’s hand in lovingly placing my friend in a new place for her own encouragement, through our connections within the community of believers.

The author of Hebrews expresses what is near and dear to my heart,

And let us be concerned about one another in order to promote love and good works, not staying away from our worship meetings, as some habitually do, but encouraging each other, and all the more as you see the day drawing near.” (Hebrews 10:24–25, HCSB)

I look forward to sharing more insights from this book as I read forward and I would very much like to know – What encourages you?



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Bridge Climb!



I don’t consider myself to be a courageous person, especially when it comes to doing new things. That may sound odd coming from an expat, but it’s true. For me, any new endeavor is a challenge. I’m not a thrill seeker and I don’t enjoy rushes of adrenaline. Basically I’m a big chicken, but every once in a while something comes along that captures my imagination and I’m compelled to pursue it even though I know I will have  endless arguments with myself as well as endure the exhausting process of overcoming my fear. This is the story of my Sydney Harbour Bridge Climb.

When I was planning our trip, the bridge climb came up on tripadvisor’s top ten things to do in Sydney. It looked amazing and I was feeling the need to challenge my middle-aged self. Predictably though, my mind started calculating a long list of reasons why I shouldn’t attempt such a feat. I researched the official site, looking for things to scare me off. It was too expensive ($318AUD), it would take too long (3.5 hrs.), there was no bathroom (always a top concern for us ladies), maybe I wasn’t fit enough, and…what if I all of a sudden developed a crippling fear of heights?

My endless obsessing finally gave way to resolve and commitment. Plus I’d already paid…no refunds. In the end analysis, I decided that I needed the challenge and I needed to succeed. I read an article recently that reported on a study that found that people are sometimes drawn to higher-risk activities because it helps them to regulate their emotions and control over their lives. I was definitely feeling the need for empowerment and I think it drove my compulsion to take on the climb.

I chose the late afternoon climb for my husband, my daughter and I. After a safety briefing, and a breathalyzer (it’s required of everyone, drinking and climbing is not a legal method of relaxing your potential height anxieties) our guide had some cursory questions. “Is anyone nervous?” I raised my hand. My husband and daughter looked at me pathetically. “Does anyone have a fear of heights?” ‘No, but what if a suddenly do?’ I thought, suppressing my panic. Finally, we signed a liability waiver and suited up. All bridge climbers have a set of coveralls equipped with a safety belt and a carabiner, a hat and a set of headphones. Everyone was given one last chance to back out before heading out onto the bridge. Once that heavy metal door shuts, there’s no getting back inside (or at least that’s what they tell you). I believed them…my anxiety level rose.

Ten of us, single file, clipped our carabiners to a thin safety cable that ran along a metal railing for the entire length of the climb. Despite the assurances of our guide, that cable didn’t look like it would hold the weight of a person that might happen to get blown over the side. Oh well, it was too late to worry about that now.

To get to the arch of the bridge requires navigating up a set of vertical metal ladders and across a catwalk that extends out beyond the bridge frame and over the highway below. In hindsight, this turned out to be the most unnerving part of the climb. It was windy, and walking over the freeway on a swaying catwalk was unsettling. Needless to say, I didn’t look down. Just hearing the cars whizzing by below was enough.

Up the arch Sydney Harbour Bridge Shirley Ralston, www.texpatfaith.com

Up the arch
Sydney Harbour Bridge
Shirley Ralston, http://www.texpatfaith.com

As we climbed the arch, our guide made periodic stops so we could enjoy the views and he could tell us the history of the bridge. It’s a fascinating story and speaks to the ingenuity and foresight of the designers, the bridge workers and the Australian people. The views from the bridge made me forget my fears (looking out not down was key) . It was a gorgeous afternoon and the sky was so clear, you could see all of Sydney Harbour and out to the coast.

Across the apex Sydney Harbour Bridge Shirley Ralston, www.texpatfaith.com

Across the apex
Sydney Harbour Bridge
Shirley Ralston, http://www.texpatfaith.com

At the apex of the arch, we chatted with our group as our guide took photos. I was happy to have real proof of my adventure…in case someone doubted by tale.  We crossed over on a catwalk that spans the arches and began our descent on the other side. I marveled as our guide pointed out the massive steel rivets and recounted the fact that those who built the bridge worked without safety nets and with no loss of life.

Coming down was definitely the most strenuous part of the climb for me. By the time I reached that last set of vertical ladders, my calve muscles were letting me know it was time to stop. I wasn’t complaining though. I had successfully conquered the bridge. I came away from my climb feeling empowered, for at least as long as it takes before the  next irresistible challenge comes my way.

Done and Dusted Sydney Harbour Bridge Shirley Ralston, www.texpatfaith.com

Done and Dusted
Sydney Harbour Bridge
Shirley Ralston, http://www.texpatfaith.com

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Adventures in Australia – “Confident and Manly” Beach

Manly Men

We were eager to experience Australia’s beaches while we were in Sydney. One of my husband’s co-workers recommended Manly Beach over the more famous Bondi. “Fewer crowds,” he said. Finding Manly to be an odd name for a beach, I decided to do some research. Captain Arthur Phillip, the first governor of New South Wales and founder of the settlement that became Sydney, named the cove after the “confidence and manly behavior” of the indigenous people he observed living there. [1]

Captain Philip and the "confident and manly" men. http://www.historyofaboriginalsydney.edu.au/sites/default/files/images/067%20Spearing%20of%20Governor%20Phillip%20at%20Manly%201790,%20by%20the%20'Port%20Jackson%20Painter',%20(Manly%20Museum%20and%20Gallery).lightbox.jpg

Captain Philip and the “confident and manly” men.


Ferryboat Friend

Ferries are the transportation of choice in Sydney Harbour. They are fast and easy – and a necessity for those traveling to and from the outer reaches of the Sydney area. The freeways in Houston and my security situation in Papua New Guinea made me yearn for this low maintenance and stress-free way to get around. Plus, it would just be cool to commute by water.

The ferry to Manly leaves from Wharf #3 in Circular Quay. We made an early start from our hotel with all our beach paraphernalia in tow. It was a beautiful Sunday morning with clear blue skies. The salt air, seagulls and ship’s horns in the bustling quay made for an inviting scene. The Manly Ferry was a popular ticket on a perfect day for a beach trip. It’s a 30 minute ride through the harbour and out to the coast. As we sat chatting and enjoying the views, a fellow passenger sitting next to us recognized our Texas twang. We quickly struck up a conversation with our new friend, a young exchange student from the University of Texas, in Sydney for the spring semester. She was a wealth of valuable information for things to do during our stay. Our world became pretty small that day in the Southern Hemisphere as we talked about mutual friends. Six degrees of separation? We were only three with our fellow Texas traveler. I still marvel at our meeting and connection to dear friends back home, all because she missed her boat to her soccer game, and ended up on ours.

Beach Bumming

Boogie board fun @ Manly Beach Shirley Ralston: www.texpatfaith.com

Boogie board fun @ Manly Beach
Shirley Ralston: http://www.texpatfaith.com

The ferry terminal at Manly Cove empties passengers onto a picturesque pedestrian walk called the Corso, lined with quaint hotels, shops and cafes. The end of the Corso opens up onto the wide, half-moon shaped beach, bounded on both sides by rocky cliffs. This shape is characteristic of the beaches in this part of Australia. I think the wave conditions it creates is one of the reasons why surfing is so popular here. We rented chairs and umbrellas and claimed our spot in the sand. I was comfortable with my kindle but my husband and daughter were quick to take to the water after discovering the boogie board rental stand. The weathered, friendly Australian woman who was renting boards had the appearance and demeanor of one who’d lived at the beach all her life. I could see the attraction. Australian waters are a beautiful sapphire blue, and cold – providing welcome relief from the summer heat. For a brief moment I allowed myself to imagine, ‘Yeah, I could live here.’

Surf rescue is serious business. http://www.nma.gov.au/publications/pubs/between_the_flags

Surf safety is serious business. http://www.nma.gov.au

It didn’t take me long to notice the prominent presence of the Manly Life Saving Club. They are the modern-day equivalent of “confident and manly”…(and womanly). These clubs are a big part of Australia’s beach culture and every beach community has one. I don’t think I’ve seen the equivalent in the states. Well coordinated and looking sharp in their UV protection gear, club members patrolled the beach in pairs, scanning the water for possible signs of distress. They also keep everybody in their proper place. Swimming and surfing areas are clearly marked with flags to prevent the unfortunate collision between surfboard, boogie board and unsuspecting swimmer. Manned boats constantly patrol the water and every kind of life saving equipment imaginable is clearly visible on the beach and at the life saving station. Surf safety is serious business. It was reassuring, but I’m a child of the 70’s – the movie Jaws defines my perception of the ocean. I just kept thinking, ‘Can you protect me from the great whites roaming around out there?’

Burger Binge


Moo Manly (Gourmet Burgers) Shirley Ralston: http://www.texpatfaith.com

Pretty soon the sand, sun and water took a toll on everyone’s energy and made us ravenously hungry. We headed up to the Corso for lunch. There we found a local burger joint called Moo Gourmet Burgers and well, it was awesome! Turns out, America is not the only place where you can get a major burger fix. The Moo Manly menu would be the envy of any burger lover in the U.S. Some of the items are distinctly Australian, most notably, the Kangaroo Burger. All the main burger fare is 100% Australian Pure Angus Beef so my husband and daughter went for the Big Moo, a basket of onion rings and homemade sweet potato chips (chips are fries… and for me, they will always be fries). I decided on the healthier Classic Chicken (although I was determined not to leave Australia without sampling Kangaroo and Crocodile, which I did…and I lived…and it was good). We chose a table on the upper deck in the two-story establishment, looking out towards the ocean and over the towering Norfolk Pines that line the beach perimeter next to the Corso. Our lunch, with a gorgeous view of the beach and ocean, made for a memorable food experience.

A Bit of Baz

St. Patrick's Seminary/Gatsby's Long Island Estate Shirley Ralston: www.texpatfaith.com

St. Patrick’s Seminary/Gatsby’s Long Island Estate
Shirley Ralston: http://www.texpatfaith.com


Our new ferryboat friend drew our attention to a tall stone tower on the hill to our right as we entered Manly Cove that morning. She said, “That’s where The Great Gatsby was filmed”. This definitely piqued our interest. Certain members of my family are huge Baz Luhrmann fans (especially our media production spring breaker). It’s a love that began with Strictly Ballroom, one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen. If you love dancing shows (and Australian accents) then I highly recommend it. You’ll be in stitches. The love continued with Romeo and Juliet, Moulin Rouge, Australia and finally The Great Gatsby. So, we didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see the place that was transformed into Gatsby’s expansive and fabulous Long Island estate. Formerly St. Patrick’s Seminary, it now houses the International School of Management. We hiked from the beach up Darley Road to find the seminary at the top of the hill overlooking Manly Beach to the east and Manly Cove to the west. It was fun imagining how they recreated Gatsby’s opulent jazz age parties that spilled out the entrance, onto the lawn and around those fabulous fountains. The seminary is a popular site for weddings and the immaculate grounds include a beautiful chapel. I later learned it was the wedding venue for Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban. All was well; we had our photos and our celebrity fix.

Manly Wharf Shirley Ralston: www.texpatfaith.com

Manly Wharf – Where manly men used to roam Shirley Ralston: http://www.texpatfaith.com

What a great day it was. As we pulled away from the Manly ferry terminal and headed back towards Sydney, I wondered what Captain Philip would think if he sailed into Manly Cove today. And, I wondered what became of those “manly men”.


[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manly_beachGovernor Phillip to Lord Sydney, 15 May 1788, in the Historical Records of New South Wales ii:129, quoted by Robert Hughes in The Fatal Shore, 1987, paperback ISBN 1-86046-150-6-page 15


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Rangers Lead The Way! – Pointe Du Hoc

June 6, 2014 – Remembering the 70th anniversary of D-Day.

This post was originally published in 2011 after our trip to Normandy.

Rangers Lead The Way!

Pointe Du Hoc

The Pointe

Pointe Du Hoc is an amazing piece of shoreline. Translated “Hook Point”, this anvil shaped rock outcropping juts into the English Channel giving it an unmistakable profile. The cliffs of this legendary site are situated between Utah and Omaha Beach, making it an ideal strategic location for Germany to defend the occupied French coastline during World War II. From a distance, its rugged beauty conceals the horror and destruction of the D-Day invasion in June of 1944. A closer look reveals a crater laden landscape, now deceptively covered in green grass.

The twisted remains of concrete fortifications remain as they were after allied bombers obliterated the area, preparing the way for the U.S. Army 2nd Ranger Battalion.  The Ranger Monument on the site consists of a gray granite pillar  meant to symbolize the knives used by Rangers to pull themselves to the top of the cliffs. There are two inscribed tablets at its base on either side. It was erected by the French to honor those men who successfully seized the cliff top from the Germans, preventing artillery fire on American troops landing on Omaha Beach. Tourists, many of whom are veterans, roam the site in quiet contemplation. Children play in the craters and climb atop the rubble. High school students mill about, laughing and talking with one another. I think they are oblivious to the meaning of their field trip. Perhaps one day, what happened to me will happen to them. Their life experiences will begin to catch up with what they’ve learned in books. Freedom will take on new significance.

It is truly breathtaking to stand on the edge of these sheer cliffs overlooking the sea. As I looked down on the roiling surf, I could only imagine how terrifying it must have been for Rangers as they approached in landing craft, looking straight up towards their objective 150 ft. above them. I could not conceive how any soldier overcame the terrifying reality that lay before them on that day. How does one summon the courage to do impossible things? Rangers in particular are possessed with a healthy dose of confident invincibility. I know this to be true. But even the Ranger will come face to face with human limitation as these men did on D-Day. I think for some soldiers the courage to do impossible things comes when all regard for self-preservation is exchanged for something else, confidence in a God who loves them and has already secured their fate.

Dedication to the 2nd Ranger Battalion

The Ranger

The origins of the Army Ranger are found in the settlement and defense of the Americas in the 1600’s. This new, rugged terrain and the unconventional “raiding” tactics of the Native American required adaptations in traditional fighting strategies. Using their foe as the example, settlers began to rely on stealth and reconnaissance carried out by small groups of fleet-footed men with the ability to survive in the wild. These men and their methods became more effective than traditional European tactics. Reports from the roving bands often included phrases like, “this day, ranged 9 miles”. Thus, the term Ranger was born. Ranger units continued to be an important facet of defense in the New World, participating in all major conflicts from the Revolutionary War until the present day. The modern-day concept of the Army Ranger took shape during World War II. In 1943, the U.S. Army realized the need for a different kind of soldier in efforts to bring down the German war machine. Inspired by British commandos, the army set about developing a recruitment program in the United States. 500 of the best of the best were chosen from over 2,000 men who applied for the opportunity to become part of this elite force. The results produced the first battalions of Army Rangers to serve in the European theatre.

Under the command of a Texan, Lt. Col. James Earl Rudder, members of the 2nd Ranger Battalion trained first in Tennessee, then on the Isle of Wight for perhaps the most dangerous mission of Operation Overlord and the D-Day invasion– the taking of Pointe Du Hoc. Their actions on that day are a testament to their bravery and perseverance in the face of incredible odds and high casualties. When most would have given up, they doggedly kept looking for opportunities to complete their mission. The same was true on Omaha Beach, where the remainder of the 2nd and 5th Ranger Battalions cut the German line, allowing the army to move in. Colonel Max F. Schneider’s yell, “Rangers lead the way!” as troops advanced on Omaha Beach has become the Ranger motto. Today they remain an elite fighting force, tasked with some of the most difficult missions around the world.

Army Rangers have an internal fortitude, drive, and ability to overcome and survive that I can only describe as unnatural. Trained to think, act and execute as a team, they embody sacrificial service for our nation and they would most certainly, willingly lay down their life for a friend.

The Mission

When Omar Bradley first tapped Rudder to lead the mission on Pointe Du Hoc, it was January, 1944. The scope of what he was being asked to do led Rudder to think that Bradley must have been joking. I suppose Rudder did some serious introspection when he realized the Bradley was intent on carrying out this dare-devil mission. The commanding general of the 1st U.S. Army was asking him to take three companies of men, approach from the sea, scale the cliffs while under fire and destroy six captured French guns being used by the Germans to fire on U.S. landing troops. Then they were to continue inland, setting up a roadblock along the beach roads. Bradley said this of Rudder:

“No soldier in my command has ever been wished a more difficult task than…Rudder.”

When Operation Overlord commenced, Rangers approached the cliffs of Pointe Du Hoc on landing craft equipped with grapnel firing rocket guns used to secure ropes and rope ladders to the cliff wall. Using accumulated bombardment debris, ropes and their own knives, the Rangers climbed in waves, swiftly scaling the cliffs. Casualties were high as they were under constant fire from Germans who held the high ground.. Only about 90 men survived out of the original landing party of 225. Those who remained were confronted with an unrecognizable landscape of bombed out destruction. Communications were disabled so Rudder was forced to send his radio man back down the cliff to get a message to headquarters. The words “Praise the Lord” signaled that Pointe Du Hoc had been secured.

Pointe Du Hoc secured (httpen.wikipedia.orgwikiFileNormandy4.jpg)

To their surprise, the 155m artillery guns they were supposed to destroy were nowhere to be found. Immediately patrols set out from the point to set up roadblocks and look for the guns. Two particularly savvy Rangers recognized cart tracks leading away from the Pointe and correctly figured they had found the path of the big guns. Unbeknownst to them, the Germans had moved the guns a mile away and camouflaged them in the hedgerows. In the article “Rangers take Pointe”, Lenoard Lomell and Jack Kuhn are interviewed on the events that took place that day. Lomell explains:

“The guns had to have been taken off the Pointe. We were looking for any kind of evidence we could find and it looked like there were some markings on the secondary road where it joined the main road. We decided to leapfrog. Jack covered me, and I went forward. When I got a few feet forward, I covered him. It was a sunken road with very high hedgerows with trees and bushes and stuff like that. It was wide enough to put a column of tanks in, and they would be well hidden. We didn’t see anybody, so we just took a chance, running as fast as we could, looking over the hedgerow. At least we had the protection of the high hedgerows. When it became my turn to look over, I said, “God, here they are!” They were in an orchard, camouflaged in among the trees.”

They destroyed the guns with thermite grenades. Despite the setbacks, high casualties and against incredible odds, all objectives for the mission at Pointe Du Hoc were met by the 3rd day of the D-Day invasion. Army Rangers continued to play a pivotal role throughout the remainder of the war in Europe and Pacific theatres.

I left Pointe Du Hoc thinking about all the Army Rangers I  know. I had a new respect and awareness for their courage, their skills and their sacrifice. So, here’s to the United States Army Ranger, whose actions around the world are rarely known or reported, whose valor and bravery rarely recognized, whose role in securing our freedom and safety rarely acknowledged.

“You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith, and belief; it was loyalty and love.” 

Ronald Reagan at Pointe Du Hoc on the occasion of the 40th anniversary of the D-Day invasion. June 6, 1984

This essay is dedicated to the United States Army Rangers.
The Ranger Creed
Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and high esprit de corps of my Ranger Regiment.
Acknowledging the fact that a Ranger is a more elite soldier who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea, or air, I accept the fact that as a Ranger my country expects me to move further, faster and fight harder than any other soldier.
Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight and I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be, one-hundred-percent and then some.
Gallantly will I show the world that I am a specially selected and well-trained soldier. My courtesy to superior officers, neatness of dress and care of equipment shall set the example for others to follow.
Energetically will I meet the enemies of my country. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Ranger word. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass my country.
Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission though I be the lone survivor.
—Ranger Handbook SH 21-76[1]
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