Little Foxes

Catch us the foxes,
the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
our vineyards that are in bloom.
Song of Songs 2:15

Our family decided to get out today and do some exploring. Grace got her camera, I got mine, and Colleen got the water bottle, and we were off to see what we could find. I wasn’t completely surprised to see this fox because I had seen him twice before, but never with a chance to get a shot like this.


Actually, I outfoxed him. I was up on a ridge about 40 feet above and 150 feet away from him when I unexpectedly roused him. He jumped up and went around the bend below the ridge I was on to hide from my view. But I thought that I might be able to surprise him by running across the top of the ridge to a point where I estimated he might appear. I was right, and he seemed quite surprised to see me.

I raised my camera and caught his attention. He froze long enough for us to make eye contact and for me to snap this shot from about 40 yards; then he was off to the races.


He ran much faster than I had anticipated, which made tracking him a challenge. The shot isn’t real sharp, but from 100 yds, I’m pretty happy with the outcome. You can see he is fully committed to his exit strategy.


At this point, he’s about 130 yds away and flying. I was shocked at how fast and far he would run to avoid the paparazzi.

Kids Say and Do the Darndest Things

Recently, I was teaching my 1-3 grade class the 10 commandments, and thought it would be a good idea to teach them to Grace at home. She took to them fairly quickly, and could recite them pretty accurately (in four-year-old words, of course) when I called out the number. For example,
Me: “Number 1”
Grace: “Don’t have other Gods.”
Me: “Number 2”
Grace: “Don’t make idols.”
Me: “Number 3”
Grace: “Don’t bring God’s name in Spain.”

I burst out laughing when she said that because it was such a cute misspeak, and is the complete antithesis of our lives.

That made me laugh. This made me think:

Last week, I decided that we should start teaching Grace about giving financially to the Lord. Though it is a regular part of our life, it was something that was completely foreign to her.

I started out by explaining to her that when we love Jesus we give him a portion of our money. To some degree, she understands the concept of money. After all, she has a purse with an assortment of coins from here, there and yonder, which she is “saving for her trip to America.” (I’m afraid she’ll be disappointed in the small return those few coins will bring.) In an effort to encourage her to embrace the idea of giving to the Lord, we explained how the money from the offering box is used. Honestly, they were interesting details, but not critical for this four-year-old.

I tried to make the concept of giving reasonably understandable and doable by giving her two, one shekel coins. I explained that I was giving her two coins and that she might want to put some of that money in the offering box when we went to church later that evening. I even offered to show her where and how.

Clearly, by giving her two coins, I intended for her to give one and keep the other. Though I didn’t say it specifically, I thought it would be a no-brainer. I even added, “Whatever you aren’t going to give to the Lord, I want you to leave here so that you don’t lose it.” “Okay,” she said, and quickly returned to doing whatever she was doing before I started this life lesson.

An hour or so later as we were gathering our things at the door, I noticed that she had both coins in her hand. Thinking that she had forgotten that detail of my instruction, I reminded her that she should only take what she’s going to give to Jesus.

“I know Abba. I’m giving them both.” Realizing that she must have misunderstood something in my lesson, I clarified: “Are you sure that’s what you want to do? Whatever you aren’t giving to the Lord, needs to stay here.” “Yes, I love Jesus, so I’m giving them BOTH to Him.”

Her simple answer caused me to think: Wow, she got the lesson better than I delivered it. Thank you, Lord! Wow, she got the lesson better than I sometimes get it. Help me, Lord!

My prayer: That the desire to honor, obey, and love Jesus will increase and permeate her life the rest of her life. That my desire to honor, obey and love Jesus will be as real as what my four-year-old modeled that day.

Jerusalem Face Lift

The landscape of Jerusalem is in constant change, and today’s report covers two dramatic changes in the appearance of Jerusalem. One is in the Old City, the other in the New City. One isn’t terribly surprising, the other,…well, let’s just say, I never would have imagined.

New City

One of Jerusalem’s major construction undertakings – both in cost and time – is the new light rail system that is supposed to help ease the strain of getting around town, reduce traffic congestion in the city, and reduce pollution. We’ll have to wait and see if it accomplishes any of those objectives.

Anyway, the project has finally arrived downtown and Jaffa street has been almost completely removed. It has been reduced to a single lane with the rest of the road completely excavated to lay the foundation of the light rail system.

For those who have spent significant time in Jerusalem, the many appearances of the Jaffa Gate area (the beginning of Jaffa Road) are no longer startling: the area has been lifted and lowered, pushed and pulled, and otherwise dramatically changed a half dozen times since I first came to live in Jerusalem in August 1990.

The change to the downtown segment of Jaffa Road hasn’t changed at all during my time here. That is, until now. It will never again be like it was. However, due to all the changes near Jaffa Gate, this change isn’t so hard to imagine.

Below are two photos of the area of Jaffa Road and Ben Yehuda.

Old City

You’ve probably heard the saying: “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” What has remained a modest – some would say sloppy and run down – tourist shop in the Old City will no longer be modest or sloppy or rundown. That’s right, Ali Baba Souvenir Shop #14 – proprietor, Shaban Amer, a favorite hangout to countless students over the years, is getting a major face lift.

In the late 80’s Shabban bought into the Walmart approach to marketing: Moving lots of merchandise at a small profit margin makes both the seller and buyer happy. Shabban continues to secure his customer base with a “one low price, no-bargaining” pricing system, his automatic offer of something to drink – even if you’re not buying, his ability to get most anything a customer may want or take them to a friend or relative that offers such an item, his connections throughout the West Bank that can be helpful for the more adventurous students, and his ability to recover purses and/or wallets that have been lifted from unsuspecting tourists/students elsewhere in the market. He’s a real hero to many. But if not a hero, most still view Shabban as an honest, reliable vendor. A friend.

Without going into the private details, I can say that over the last x-number of months some business issues have pushed Shabban to give his shop a complete face lift. I’m not talking about a fresh coat of paint. I’m talking (back) wall removal, resurfacing the walls and ceiling arches, fresh paint, new shelving, etc. When the doors reopen, you can expect to see a much larger, cleaner, and more organized shop.

Not only will the shop look different, but the items on the shelves will also be different. Different in the sense that his stock of items will be multiplied. Rather than the narrow range of low budget stock, he will now offer merchandise in both low budget and high ticket price ranges.

A few times Shabban has reminded me of how difficult and expensive the remodeling work is, but he has also assured me that in spite of the expense of this new look and feel, he will remain the same dependable and fair priced shop keeper. The changes are not an effort to change his client base, rather they are an effort to expand his base to include others.

This is what Ali Baba Souvenirs #14 looks like at the moment:

Nine Years Later

Nine years ago today, August 7, 1999, Colleen and I were married at the Temple Baptist Church in Odessa, Texas. It amazes me how quickly those nine years have passed, and how blessed I have been during that time frame.

We met on a blind date at the Chinese Kitchen in Odessa on December 24, 1996. If I believed in love at first sight, I would have to say this was one of those occasions. However, our attraction was more than simple sight: we sat at the Chinese Kitchen for 3+ hours engrossed in deep conversation, wondering if he/she could be “the one.”

We had so many things in common, especially our faith and value system. But I was committed to return to Israel and she was committed to go to Czech Republic, which created a big dilemma: How could we square this circle?

To make a long story short: I returned to Israel and Colleen eventually went to Czech Republic, but we kept in touch and continued to grow more in love until…Colleen brought her stuff to Israel and we left twelve hours later for our wedding in Texas.

On October 1, 1999, we returned to Israel as Mr. and Mrs. Craig Dunning, and have lived here since. During that time, the Lord has blessed us with our daughter, Grace, and we have had the privilege to work with three congregations in different parts of Israel. We’ve seen and experienced a lifetime of things already, and are thankful to the Lord for shaping us the way He has, whether through happy times or difficult experiences.

Finally, in a personal note to Colleen, THANK YOU for being my best friend and life partner. I’m much better as a result of these nine years.

Father’s Day 2008

Happy Father’s Day to me. The older Grace gets, the more I understand the blessing that it is to be a father, particularly to her. And, the older she gets, the more I understand how great is my responsibility to train her in the ways of the Lord.

Today, was a wonderful day. Our family spent the afternoon at the pool. We don’t go often because it is fairly expensive. In fact, we had sticker shock, today. However, the cost was worth the joy we shared through the afternoon.

I know so many men who aren’t able (or choose not) to spend time with their children, and many of them don’t enjoy the time when they are with their children. I’m so blessed.

Grace quickly made friends with twin girls whose father is American and whose mother is Belgian. They spoke French and English and have traveled extensively throughout the world. Like them, Grace will soon be bi-lingual, and she is already pretty well traveled.

The girls splashed me, rode my back and tried to dunk me throughout the afternoon – and every moment was both a joy and a trip down memory lane. When I was young, I often went to the pool with my best friend Kenny and his grandfather; and we did the same thing to him that the girls did to me, today.

Thank you, Lord, for blessing me this day.