21. January 2009 by admin.

 Little blond-haired, blue-eyed Campbell celebrated his third birthday last month.  Like most children, his party plans included a cake from ShopRite, complete with his full name on it.  However, ShopRite refused to fulfill the order because little Campbell’s name, as it turned out, was “Adolf Hitler Campbell.”  ShopRite wanted no association with the name.  Little Campbell’s father, defending his son’s naming, says he simply likes the name. 

Heath Campbell is of German decent and wants to honor his heritage.  He also knows that his son’s name makes him unique; no one else would name their child Adolf Hitler.  “Besides,” in his words, “they’re just names, you know . . .  yea, the Nazis were bad people then.  But my kids are little.  They’re not going to grow up like that.”  Sure, and he denies the historicity of the Holocaust, proudly wears boots worn by German soldiers, and decorates his house with swastikas.  Little Campbell has two sisters, one of whom is named for the Nazi leader, Heinrich Himmler.  They won’t grow up like that?  Hmmm.  Does the name matter? 

According to Campbell’s father, the name means nothing.  It’s just a name.  However, by his own admission, he claims that his son’s name does stir a reaction; people are shocked when they hear his son’s full name.  How can a name remain neutral when it carries so much baggage with it?  It can’t.  Names do mean something. 

Naming a child is a window into the parents’ soul.  My parents named us boys with Bible first names and family names for the middle; my older brother is David, and I was named appropriately to be his best friend.  Deanna’s first name is an extension of my dad’s first name, and her middle name was named for the memory of our best friends daughter.  Cile and I decided that we’d name our children family names, so we continue to connect Taylor, Jonathan, and Matthew’s name to the best virtues of their namesake.   

Names in the Bible meant something.  Adam named his wife, Eve, because her name is etymologically connected to role of motherhood (Gen. 3:20).  When Saul gave his life to Jesus, he changed his name to Paul, thus reflecting a change in his life as well as his Gentile mission (Acts 13:9,13).  In a reoccurring theme, God promised to put his Name in Israel as a dwelling (Deut. 12:5).  In the Bible, names are never given without significance forethought to the meaning behind the name.  Names meant something. 

So Heath Campbell names his son Adolf Hitler, and wants us to celebrate, or at least accept it.  Forget it! Good for ShopRite in refusing to make the cake.  Last week, New Jersey authorities removed Heath Campbell’s children from their home.  With no reports of abuse, some believe that they were removed because of the children’s names.  Authorities may fear that eventually they will be targeted by bullies.  Also, an unpopular first name is one factor that leads to behavioral problems in grade school and even juvenile delinquency.  So,  I guess it’s not just a name, is it?      

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17. December 2008 by admin.

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17. December 2008 by admin.

  Five years ago, I boarded a plane in Nashville to go back to Portland for Thanksgiving.  I wasn’t alone as a Fellowship was traveling together; my family and my brother’s family comprised a Biblical number of 12 for a perfect traveling company.  My father had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and had been given a couple of months to live.  Our trip was intended to say goodbye, not knowing if he’d live to see Christmas.     

Brought on by a teenage sickness of jaundice, hepatitis B, and mono, dad was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver in 1994.  In 1997 he received a liver transplant.  His quality of life significantly improved; his spiritual life soared as Eastside church of Christ asked him to serve as one of their Elders.  However, at summer’s end in 2003, his body began to wear down.  By Thanksgiving, the anti-rejection medicine used to sustain his life would be the source for his life coming to an end.   

Thanksgiving came and went, almost uneventfully.  We posed for a family portrait.  We harassed my oldest brother, Steve, after he clogged the sink drain from potatoes peelings.  Mom and Dad went home early because Dad was feeling weak.  The next night, Steve’s singing group preformed for the family, and any friends who wanted to attend.  During the concert, they sang Dad’s favorite song. Verse 1 > There’s a light in the window, And the table’s set in splendor; Someone’s standing by the open door, I can see a crystal riverOh I must be near ForeverAnd I’ve Never Been This Homesick Before.

Verse 2 > I can see the family gather

Sweet faces, they’re all familiar

But no one’s old or feeble any more

Oh this lonesome heart is cryin’

Think I’ll spread my wings for flyin’

Lord, I’ve Never Been This Homesick Before.

 Chorus > See the bright Light shine; It’s just about Hometime

I can see my Father standing at the door.

This world has been a wilderness; I’m headed for deliverance.

Lord, I’ve Never Been This Homesick Before!

As Steve sang the song, I fought back the tears wondering how he could “get the words out.”  Somehow, Dotti Rambo’s message captured Dad as if the song had been written with him in mind.  Curious to know if my feelings were flying solo or in tandem, I scanned the family to discover that the dams had broken for everyone, everyone but one.  Dad wasn’t crying, he was beaming, glowing.  He looked angelic, as if God was allowing him a glance into heaven.   

I witnessed Joy thriving in the midst of sorrow; liberating freedom while suffering surged; the eternal swallowing up by temporal; and where spiritual strength prevailed against a physical weakness claiming victory.  My father determined that his sickness would not have the final say, nor destroy the Spirit residing within him.  What I gleaned from Thanksgiving 2003, can be found within the words of Paul, so profoundly applicable to my father.  

 “Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come” (2 Cor. 5:1-5). 

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