Andy and Don Walters hit up the Gyros!
Huey Lewis and the News are the evening entertainment
Politics aside... We saw our first presidential candidate...
Ried and Ryan found some good deals!
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Saturday Expo, Food, Concerts
The export is down by Tyson event center! Dozens of vendors. Great food!
TEAM LMM On KCAU TV
Team LMM is on the news on ABC channel 9 KCAU!
KCAU reporter interviewed Kyle Pedersen for the mission of the team and Siouxland hospitality!
We will upload the clock to YouTube as soon as we get access to it!
Sioux City
Team LMM is officially in Sioux City and we are all set up at camp!
Everybody is experiencing the expo now and joining 20,000 other participants!
Our host church is Augustana Lutheran on sixth and Court.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Team LMM Getting Ready!
Team LMM is getting ready for the ride!
Bikes have been boxed up and shipped!
Last-minute tunes have been done!
The jerseys arrived from Primal!
Emails and texts are flying between team members about who is bringing what!!
The team is excited to visit the Church of the Damascus Road in Fort Dodge on Monday night!
We look forward to keeping in touch with LMM Nation via this blog on the ride!
Keep us in prayer for our health and safety as we travel and ride!
If you are feeling led to contribute financially, please go to the LMM national page and click on the support us tab and she is "give online"
See you along the way!
Friday, May 22, 2015
TEAM LMM Grateful to our Jersey Sponsors
TEAM LMM is continuing to prepare for RAGBRAI this summer.
As part of our fundraising efforts, we wanted to have a TEAM LMM Jersey.
The following organizations stepped up to be jersey sponsors and we are VERY grateful for their support!
FSB Premier Wealth Management
http://www.fsbfs.com/
Portico Benefits
https://www.porticobenefits.org
The Live Well Clinic - Des Moines IA
http://thelivewellclinic.com/
Exit Realty - Capital City - Urbandale IA
http://www.exitrealtycc.com/
Bentley Boys Catering - Des Moines IA
Ried.Bentley@gmail.com
A+ Painting- Iowa Great Lakes
http://www.paintingbyjen.com/
As part of our fundraising efforts, we wanted to have a TEAM LMM Jersey.
The following organizations stepped up to be jersey sponsors and we are VERY grateful for their support!
FSB Premier Wealth Management
http://www.fsbfs.com/
Portico Benefits
https://www.porticobenefits.org
The Live Well Clinic - Des Moines IA
http://thelivewellclinic.com/
Exit Realty - Capital City - Urbandale IA
http://www.exitrealtycc.com/
Bentley Boys Catering - Des Moines IA
Ried.Bentley@gmail.com
A+ Painting- Iowa Great Lakes
http://www.paintingbyjen.com/
TEAM LMM Preparing For RAGBRAI
TEAM LMM is preparing for the 460 mile RAGBRAI ride this summer.
MEMBERS OF TEAM LMM
Mark Juhl - Remsen IA
Kyle Pedersen - Des Moines IA
Ried Bentley - Des Moines IA
Bethany Schutte - Des Moines, IA
Jenessa Amundson - Spirit Lake IA
Carl Amundson - Spirit Lake IA
Ryan Pckham - Jackson MN
Tricia Heynen - Jackson MN
Sal Dianda - Des Moines IA
Andy Walters - Waukee IA
Ryan Sisson - Johnston IA
Doug Haugen - Lake in the Hills IL
Click Here to DONATE
MEMBERS OF TEAM LMM
Mark Juhl - Remsen IA
Kyle Pedersen - Des Moines IA
Ried Bentley - Des Moines IA
Bethany Schutte - Des Moines, IA
Jenessa Amundson - Spirit Lake IA
Carl Amundson - Spirit Lake IA
Ryan Pckham - Jackson MN
Tricia Heynen - Jackson MN
Sal Dianda - Des Moines IA
Andy Walters - Waukee IA
Ryan Sisson - Johnston IA
Doug Haugen - Lake in the Hills IL
Click Here to DONATE
Monday, March 16, 2015
Through the Body Blows, The Spirit Grows
"Well, honey, I've got bad news and I've got good news."
Not exactly the words a guy likes to hear when his wife picks him up at the airport, especially after three blessed and bright late-winter days at a Lutheran Men in Mission "visioning" retreat on the rolling rural outskirts of Omaha. Along with 15 other seekers from around the country, I headed home savoring the high of the weekend's spirit-spurred avalanche of Good Dude News — of seeking, speaking, listening, praying, laughing, eating, drinking, hugging, hoping, brainstorming, reflecting and projecting, all in service of ... well, whatever God has in store for us (more will be revealed to the world in due time, trust me). Even after the obligatory cramped and noisy plane flights, I was feelin' downright serene. Hopeful. Whole.
Then came my bride's greeting.
"The bad news is that a neighbor hit my car while it was parked in front of our house," she said.
Wait. What? What neighbor? How bad? Totaled?
"Yeah, he came by earlier to tell me what happened, very distraught, nearly in tears. Said he didn't want it to go through his insurance, that he'd pay for the whole thing, he has the name of a good body shop in town. He was truly upset and apologetic. I felt for him."
I could have succumbed to "why us?" angst and employed a standard pissed-off-guy response, but I kept my head. My serenity remained intact. A man I hadn't yet met but who lived just one street over came around a corner, got distracted and plowed into the left-front of our 2002 Explorer, then came back later to fess up and make it right.
Mistake. Guilt. Confession. Forgiveness. An age-old faith circle completed around a random splintering of plastic and twisting of iron, with one man at its center. We've all been there. We'll be there again. Mercy won the day.
This was the truly good news, though my wife's version was solid, too. She'd taken it upon herself to refinish some of our furniture over the weekend, another link in a lengthening chain of start-and-stop home improvements which, truth be told, comprise a coping mechanism as we face empty-nesthood in the next few years. It was a loving "welcome home" to me. That's how I take it anyway, and I'm thankful for it.
But a man, any man, showing genuine vulnerability as he made his transgression known, however trivial? That's something to celebrate. Our trusty old vehicle took the physical blows, but this guy got knocked for a loop, too. He shared in the injury and initiated the healing without a second thought. He could have driven off and escaped blame, but he did the "right thing," as almost anyone in the same position would.
I have no idea whether he's a religious guy. Doesn't matter. But perhaps without knowing it — and who really does, until after the fact? — he stoked my already burnin' bonfire of faith, fed by the spirit and following me home, all the way from Omaha.
Not exactly the words a guy likes to hear when his wife picks him up at the airport, especially after three blessed and bright late-winter days at a Lutheran Men in Mission "visioning" retreat on the rolling rural outskirts of Omaha. Along with 15 other seekers from around the country, I headed home savoring the high of the weekend's spirit-spurred avalanche of Good Dude News — of seeking, speaking, listening, praying, laughing, eating, drinking, hugging, hoping, brainstorming, reflecting and projecting, all in service of ... well, whatever God has in store for us (more will be revealed to the world in due time, trust me). Even after the obligatory cramped and noisy plane flights, I was feelin' downright serene. Hopeful. Whole.
Then came my bride's greeting.
"The bad news is that a neighbor hit my car while it was parked in front of our house," she said.
Wait. What? What neighbor? How bad? Totaled?
"Yeah, he came by earlier to tell me what happened, very distraught, nearly in tears. Said he didn't want it to go through his insurance, that he'd pay for the whole thing, he has the name of a good body shop in town. He was truly upset and apologetic. I felt for him."
I could have succumbed to "why us?" angst and employed a standard pissed-off-guy response, but I kept my head. My serenity remained intact. A man I hadn't yet met but who lived just one street over came around a corner, got distracted and plowed into the left-front of our 2002 Explorer, then came back later to fess up and make it right.
Mistake. Guilt. Confession. Forgiveness. An age-old faith circle completed around a random splintering of plastic and twisting of iron, with one man at its center. We've all been there. We'll be there again. Mercy won the day.
This was the truly good news, though my wife's version was solid, too. She'd taken it upon herself to refinish some of our furniture over the weekend, another link in a lengthening chain of start-and-stop home improvements which, truth be told, comprise a coping mechanism as we face empty-nesthood in the next few years. It was a loving "welcome home" to me. That's how I take it anyway, and I'm thankful for it.
But a man, any man, showing genuine vulnerability as he made his transgression known, however trivial? That's something to celebrate. Our trusty old vehicle took the physical blows, but this guy got knocked for a loop, too. He shared in the injury and initiated the healing without a second thought. He could have driven off and escaped blame, but he did the "right thing," as almost anyone in the same position would.
I have no idea whether he's a religious guy. Doesn't matter. But perhaps without knowing it — and who really does, until after the fact? — he stoked my already burnin' bonfire of faith, fed by the spirit and following me home, all the way from Omaha.
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