Be prepared. Plan ahead. Work hard so tasks will be easier for those who follow you. Teresa's health is fragile and she laid out songs, poems, verses for her funeral. Kinda morbid, but it it sets the mind at ease . . So scanning/preparing a 50-photo "tribute" to be played at a memorial. Talk about weird feeling. This week (before my birthday) I will post a few. And in a month will post some of hers. Remember, we're ALL 'terminal'; no one gets out of life alive. Preparation for eternity is priority #1
December 4, 2012 Memories of days gone by. Here is a pix of my visit to Santa (taken at Christmas 1952) with my sweet sister Nancy who went to be with the Lord in 1965. Yes, I was a one handsome dude even in kindergarten!!
My mother Helen Elizabeth [Martin] Griffin (1914-1984)
Christie Walsh Lyons
Looks to me like Nancy is telling Santa what you were REALLY like at home. And you're sticking out your tongue at the camera, and Santa is grabbing you by the lapels to give you a good shaking.
Robert E Griffin Was thinkin the same, Christie. Passive-aggressive Claus. And snot-nosed kid.
Of course, my sister was nearly 8 and much more worldly-wise than me.
From the past - when the Korean War started (mom and both aunts living with us worked long hours at the arsenal making munitions) my grandpa Jesse James Griffin came to visit for a while.
We returned the favor a few years later when Disneyland opened and we took a train from Minneapolis to Huntington Park, CA to visit him. He was a tall drink of water and I must have inherited some of those genes!
(Pictured with my sister Nancie)
March 14, 2013 One more pix on my 65th birthday, esp for MY kids to see "old days"
Dark. Got up before breakfast. Ugh. Daylight came later. Double-ugh. DST is of da debil. smile emoticon
But God has given me grace and strength to see another day and give praise to the glory of His grace.
And so I do. BLESSED BE THE NAME OF THE LORD!
March 15, 2011
It was a good day, very laid back, with lots of time reading (and translating Matthew 12 from the Greek - that is work!) I finished with a special time with the bride, dinner at a local Tex-Mex restaurant, calls from my kids, and a bowl of Cherry Garcia ice cream (Ben & Jerry's).
Now to bed and wake up beginning day one of my 64th year, having successfully survived the 63rd anniversary of my birth.
One last pix of this adorable boy as he rides off into the Wyoming sunset . .
Thankful today for God's sovereign guidance of all things (and especially of ME) in a world that hates Him.
"Careless seems the great Avenger; history’s pages but record one death-grapple in the darkness twixt old systems and the Word. Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne, yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own."
~JR Lowell, This Present Crisis
Robert "Bob" Griffin
Memories of Christmas 1964
Memories of Christmas 1964
Throwback Thursday with Memories of Christmas 1964 - much life has passed in fifty years.
My sister Nancie died in a motorcycle accident the next summer (her new husband survived it).
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses’ Heads Were toward Eternity –
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1965 North High School Basketball Team
Minneapolis North High School Band 1966
1966 Holiday Revue: "North To Polarabia"
Robert E Griffin Class of 1966
National Honor Society
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Robert Griffin & Teresa Bohren
As long as I'm updating status, thought I'd offer another pix of the bride and I from our dating and courtship days (back in the '60's - NINETEEN 60's, smart aleck)
No idea exactly where this was - somewhere in upstate NY at a state or county park with grogeous falls and lovely tree-covered hills. Maybe some NY friends would know of the place?? Heading toward Niagara, but found this place a much more peaceful and beautiful rustic spot.
Bore you to tears - here is a pix of the two of us more than 40 years ago in a college performance.
Wayne and Bob - Two college roommates traveling the summer of 1969 (after first year of Maranatha Baptist University ) to share in churches in the West about the school. Worked at camp in Wyoming. VBS in California. Navajo mission in New Mexico. Wilderness camp in Colorado. Preached, taught and yes, pulled out the guitar and sang, too!
One more "old" pix. Or maybe not. Am having fun looking thru "dating" experience shots and remembering the good ol' days. For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Posted on March 3, 2012 by Bob
There’s a story that Thomas Wheeler, CEO of the Massachusetts Mutual Life Insurance Company, tells on himself. He and his wife were driving along an interstate highway when he noticed that their car was low on gas. Wheeler got off the highway at the next exit and soon found a rundown gas station with just one gas pump. He asked the attendant to fill the tank and check the oil, then went for a little walk around the station to stretch his legs.
As he was returning to the car, he noticed that the attendant and his wife were engaged in an animated conversation. The conversation stopped as he paid the attendant. But as he was getting back into the car, he saw the attendant wave and heard him say, “It was great talking to you.”
As they drove out of the station, Wheeler asked his wife if she knew the man. She said that she did. They had gone to high school together and had dated steadily for about a year. “Boy, were you lucky that I came along,” bragged Wheeler. “If you had married him, you’d be the wife of a gas station attendant instead of the wife of a chief executive officer.”
“My dear,” replied his wife, “if I had married him, he’d be the chief executive officer and you’d be the gas station attendant!”
So, which of these two had the greater influence on the other – the husband or the wife? You see, in any relationship, both parties have an influence on the other. After 42 years of marriage, I have influenced my wife to be different than she was when we met 46 years ago (she now uses a computer and even has a cell phone) and she has influenced me to be different than I was 42 years ago (I eat more vegetables than I used to!). It would be interesting to consider which of us has had a greater pull on the other through the years. I have no doubt.
But an even more important question is this: Who has the greater influence on the other — you or the world? That is to say, has the world around you shaped you and made you what you are today, or have you changed the world around you by your influence on it?
Christians are called by God not to be transformed by the world, but to be a trans-forming influence on the world. In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus described our calling in this way: “You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men. You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:13-16)
Make a decision today not to let the world pull you away from God. Rather determine to live in such a way that will draw the people around you closer to God.
June 19th, 1970
Terry A Stevenson, Larry Oats, Robert Griffin & Wayne Vawter
Robert & Teresa Bohren Griffin
March 4, 2011
This weekend marks 38 years since my ordination. I had finished grad school Dec 1970 and started full-time pastorate the same day. By March 1973 I had accepted a senior pastorate and stood for ordination. About 20 ordained men came and questioned me for hours, then some stayed for the evening and assisted the church in ordaining me. Challenging and momentous day.
farewell at Calvary Baptist. While in college and seminary I served part-time as Assistant Pastor in this southern Wisconsin church. Great folks who put up with my teaching and learning to preach. I accepted the call to full-time ministry in Michigan and Calvary gave us lovely party (we'd been married the previous June) and send off. Pix is bride and me and "candle" that was made for us - and yes, we still have it and often use it as an Easter centerpiece still; never been 'burned'.
After finishing grad school and serving as full-time pastor since Dec 1970, on March 6th, 1973 I stood for ordination. A council of 15 veteran pastors/professors quizzed me for four hours on my doctrinal and Baptist beliefs/practice. They unanimously voted that I be ordained to Gospel Ministry. That evening in our little country church in Wild Rose, Wisconsin, I was ordained with these men gathering around me, laying on hands. This is always a special day to remember a milestone of life and again rejoice in the gift and calling of God to serve His Church.
I was just a few days shy of my 25th birthday. Don't know about you, but I had set goals of my life to reach by then: getting married, getting my Master's Degree, getting Ordained, being senior Pastor in a church, and having a Baby. These were all reached, as that morning Teresa and I brought our first-born home from the hospital.
Springtime in the Rockies. 78F yesterday. Glorious sunshine. Great day in church, then a concert in the afternoon. And 30F and snow this morning. [sigh] In my nostalgic reverie today's pix is a family pix from 1978 or so - at our home in the thriving metropolis of Wild Rose, Wisconsin (population 585 - we had 3 kids born there over the years and they didn't change the sign)
Griffin Family 1978
Pulled a pix from 1979 (I think) of the family when they were little. I remember when they were cute little kids. Now? These kids are married with family pix like these of their own kids.
March 2013 Son #1 preaching and teaching at his church tonight, celebrating his 40th birthday. Son #2 emcee and teaching at the huge SYMC conference in Indianapolis. Trust me, this Dad is proud of what God is doing with these pastors!
In a Winnebago motor home we "Griffin Men" gathered for supper many years ago. Picture taken in the late 70's, another lifetime ago. And so the heritage passes from one generation to the next. Proverbs 17:6 " Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers." My dad "Bud" Griffin (who died in 1999), my father-in-law Sid Bohren (who died in 1991), me and my two boys Jeremiah Griffin and Joshua Griffin.
Old pix - When the kids were young we travelled a lot. Here is a snap at Itasca State Park, the true head (verITAS CAput) of the mighty Mississippi River. A grove of ancient pine trees overlook the lake and it has been called "Preacher's Grove" since they stand tall and straight. Prophetic? I was a Baptist Preacher then, but in my fondest dreams I could never imagine today when both of my sons would be Baptist preachers and my daughter married to a prof at a Baptist college. Wondering now what God is going to do with my ten grandkids .
1986 Family on Vacation. A little different than 2012 as I was in Illinois and Wisconsin two weeks ago, Teresa is in Florida this week, I will be in Ohio next week . . and so on. Life is a little crazy for us right now!! — with Jeremiah Griffin
Three preachers. 1987 with my boys in the front yard of our suburban Dallas home. They were young teens and did not know that God was already preparing them for ministry. Of course today the only time you'd see any of us in a suit would be a wedding or funeral. — with Jeremiah Griffin.
Caught a few snaps from mid 90's so this week will share some of that era. Always fun to look back. Especially today - I am finishing taxes. Ugh. Personal and Business 2011. Business Federal, Unemployment, Worker's Comp for first quarter of 2012. Double ugh.
Peter Cochrane wrote, "Imagine a school with children that can read or write, but with teachers who cannot, and you have a metaphor of the Information Age in which we live." That's the way I felt with my kids - all smarted than me. Now? Embarrassed by grandkids who just look at me fumbling with my 'droid and going 'Duh'. Pix of Griffin family c. 1995 BGC (before grand children)
Commencement day. Brings back memories of my graduations, then 25 years later of my oldest kids' graduation. Even heard that our alma mater (Maranatha Baptist College in Wisconsin) has its football team heading to Israel to play the first college football game in that nation! How life has changed! Son Jeremiah and Son Joshua, along Josh's sweet bride Angela, all receiving their degrees from Maranatha on the first weekend of 1996. Life passes quickly. Both boys are now pastors and both have loving wives and four kid each. Wow.
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June 12, 2012 This weeks marks fifteen years since I gave away my little girl in marriage. Just looking back on some pix of that happy day! And wondering 'where has the time gone'?
Dec 21, 1918 was my dad's birthday. He died in 1999. While he was most comfortable in a boat or deer stand, he donned a suit three summers in a row for the weddings of my three kids. This pix was May 1998 with my sister Mavis. Good man and still missed.
Floating "chair" and lazy Grandpa being towed around the pool by my "slave".
Grandma and Grandpa and Ten Grandkids. Good day? Youbetcha
Robert "Bob" Griffin
Wife said do NOT go out in public with this new shirt (a gift). So I drove her to the clinic, then took her car (bucking and gagging) to mechanic shop to evaluate. Then walked another block to the Wesc Federal Credit Union to say Hi to my friends. Then walked home.
Not sure what the deal is, so just took a selfie - no rainbow bandana. Will leave it up to both my friends here to weigh in on wearing a shirt like this. Remember, I am a real man, secure in my manhood. What say ye?
Getting ready for the Cowboys game tomorrow. Row 14 end zone. Tiffany, a volunteer from the Chicago area, and I were chatting this morning at the conference and I told her we were doing the father/son time Sunday and she came out with these signs she made. LOVE youth workers who see a need or op and jump to do it!
Ushering in the 10 Days of Awe.
Calling to the 2-days of celebration for Rosh Hashanah at sundown as new year begins.
Then the 7-day Feast of Trumpets.
All preparing for that most solemn assemly on Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.
[Picture taken in Worship Service today. And yes, this is what I wore, preaching from Mt 23 on Pharisees and false teachers who had long tzitzi (fringe in each corner) and broad bands on their tephelim/talith to gain attention and focus.]
Robert E. " Bob" Griffin Minneapolis North High School Class of 1966
Hectic crazy Christmas Day. After morning brunch with Lyssa's family drove down to Illinois for super dinner withe JP's family. More presents and more grandkids. Not saying I was a tad "tired out", but . . . Now a few days of fun with them. Woohoo!!
One last night of reading "Mr Bear Squash-You-All-Flat" and hugs and now the grandkids are truckin' home to Wisconsin