Showing posts with label Young Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Young Life. Show all posts

Monday, July 11, 2011

I miss him every day.

{Originally posted July 13, 2009. Two years have passed, but every word still rings true...}

On Saturday night, my best friend Stuart called me to tell me the worst news I could ever imagine. The man who dubbed himself my “stunt dad” had unexpectedly died.

I am heartbroken.

I met Paul and Lynn Barclay when I became involved with Young Life as a high school student in Winston-Salem, NC. Lynn was the Area Director and Paul filled a million different roles in Young Life as well. Paul was a big and rowdy man who loved wholeheartedly and unabashedly. Their home was open to us twenty-four/seven and we took full advantage of that. Especially in the summers, most nights you could find me over at the Barclay’s hanging out with my core group of friends. Even if Paul, Lynn and their sons, John and P.J., weren’t there, we were. It was enough just to be in their home, the love was that strong.

Paul stepped into my life and stepped up for me in ways that I never knew I needed and that certainly weren’t required of him. “Stunt dad” is the best term I could ever think of because that’s exactly what he did- he stepped into the places of my life, emotionally and spiritually, that were messy and dangerous and where my own dad just wasn’t equipped to go.

me and Paul
{Paul and I at Stewart and Elizabeth Welch’s wedding rehearsal, 2000}

In 2000, after my parents divorced, he really stepped it up. He left me a message on the answering machine at the E-Ranch and I left it on there for months, listening to it over and over and over again. I finally wrote it down, word for word…
I was just checkin’ in on you, honey. Hope you’re doing well.  
You know, I love you and I believe in you and I count it a privilege to be your stunt dad. And I would kill to have a daughter like you. And it’s even cooler that out of all the women in the world, that I chose you to be my stunt daughter.  
Hope you’re doing well, I love you dearly. I’m sorry you went through all that stuff yesterday. I wish I could be around…I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you, praying about you.  
Guard your heart. I pray that you would continue to seek the Lord’s face. I know it’s hard to feel loved sometimes but you are and you’re a special gal.  
Be strong, be courageous, you are worth it. Be good.  
I’m weepy too, be quiet. You’re special, see ya…
I have never forgotten those words. They were truth, they were balm to my hurting heart. You see, I know the love of God as my father because of who Paul Barclay was in my life. And I’m not the only one. As I’ve read what folks have written on his Facebook wall, I’m realizing that I have hundreds of brothers and sisters because he was a stunt dad to so many of us. He loved us all fiercely, like one of his own. He couldn’t help it. It was just the way his heart worked.

Paul wasn’t just loving, he was funny. Really, really funny. And irreverent in the most awful ways that somehow made you love him even more. He loved music and I just learned that back in the day, he stepped in for the band Hot Chocolate to drum for their recording of “{I believe in miracles, where’d you come from} You Sexy Thing”. Crazy, right?

He gave the best hugs. The last time I saw him, we were meeting for breakfast at Bruegger’s as I passed through W-S on my back to TN. He walked in, hollered, “Oooonga!” {my high school nickname, a play on my maiden name, Unger}, wrapped me in a giant hug and kissed the top of my head.

He adored Lynn. He always said that he married well beyond his means, that he didn’t know how he managed to get a woman like her. I learned what a healthy marriage looked like in part from being around Lynn and Paul for all those years.

He loved his boys, John and P.J. He was so proud of them. All they had to do was walk into the room and Paul’s face would light up. I loved watching him being a dad and it made me feel so lucky that he included me in that.

I will miss him more than anything.

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From Paul’s Facebook wall…

"After God made you he threw out the mold. That he unleashed a man of your stature onto the world shows, to me, how wild and wonderful a God we have! Satan trembled. He still trembles, for we are the men and the women who are still in your wake. I love you, PB. You are a true saint - rough edges to be sure - but a saint nonetheless.”


“Thanks for showing us how much fun it is to love the Lord. I wonder if you are sharing some kind of farting story with the apostles right now.. perhaps you are just getting a hug from Jesus who is telling you "well done my good and faithful servant." In my selfishness I am so sorry you are not here..somehow the world is a little less funny and loving this morning.”


“I have never met someone in my life who was a better pursuer of people in an effort to love them the way Jesus might love them. You believed in me when I did not believe in myself. You challenged me to be more of the woman that God made me to be and to love others and Jesus better.”


“Pauly B, so many memories. You changed my life and I would not be who or where I am without you. You showed me what it means to be a man of God--emphasis on man--in a world where guys so often need that. Your example taught me so much.”


“Thank you, Paul, for being an early influence on our marriage. My husband often tells of how you advised him during college, “Instead of looking for Mrs. Right, focus on becoming Mr. Right.” I’m convinced that seeing your devotion to Lynn and the boys has encouraged his dedication to me and our boys. Thank you for the example you gave in the way you loved the Lord, loved your family, and loved life!”


“I remember when a bad leader "kicked a kid out of cabin time" and I walked into Paul sharing the Gospel with him out in the lobby of the cabin. Thank the Lord for Paul Barclay.”

Monday, March 23, 2009

Rain, Rain, Go Away... (Edited: Urgent Prayer Request)

It has been a grey and rainy Monday here at Southwind.

Jason and the program team have had to call several audibles in order to keep 100+ middle schoolers entertained throughout the day.

I have read. I have journaled. I have prayed. I have stretched conversational muscles with new friends.

And in less than an hour, I will get to see my husband transform into Timmy Temple, my favorite character of his ever.

Oh, and this is the view from the front porch of where we're abiding this week.

I'm going to call this day Very Good.

Edited to add:
I wrote this before I checked my blogger dashboard and saw no less than ten blogs that I follow whose title had to do with Stellan, a baby that was prayed for by literally hundreds of thousands of people before he was in even born. Stellan overcame some pretty impossible odds to be born as perfectly healthy as he was and, until now, was living the life of an adorably chubby five month old. Stellan is sick again and needs our prayers more than ever. Please click on the picture below to get the whole scoop and to know how you can pray more specifically. Thanks...

Thursday, February 26, 2009

If anyone needs a wig, we have one or fifteen to spare.

Jason has been asked to do Young Life program for Chattanooga's Wyld Life (that's Young Life for middle school kids) spring break trip. If you're not familiar with Young Life, "program" is a series of connected skits with consistent and hilarious characters that contains an overarching storyline.

Program is seriously one of Jason's spiritual gifts. Program is what Jason was doing almost three years ago at Windy Gap when I met him. Program and Jason's role in it was one of the big reasons I fell in love with him. That man has never looked better as a seven year old in baseball shorts, knee pads and ski boots doing the Napoleon Dynamite dance.
We have even gotten to do program together, a dream come true for me. I mean, somebody had to stop the evil Jannah Fontana from turning Trail West into her own personal spa & resort. Who better than Buford?
Last night, the program boxes came out and, of course, we had to make sure it was all still in good condition after being in retirement for over a year.



Yup.

All good and ready to go.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Tired=Random Pics

I'm soaking up these last few free weekdays before the new job starts. Oh wait, did I mention I have a job? Yup, I'm the Educational Grant Assistant at Hendrick Hospital and I start Monday. Anyway, selfishly I'm too tired to really write so here's some pics from the last month: Our trip to Trail West to do program over Labor Day weekend, Knox (of course), and Abilene Young Life's Muck Fest 2007. Enjoy!










Monday, June 12, 2006

Life at Trail West

Here's a few pics to to give you a sense of what I've been up to for the last couple of weeks...


Andrea (in the middle) is my roomie and the Kids Klub Director. She's a fellow morning person and a wonderful encourager. It's been an amazing blessing to live and work with her. Katie (to the right) is the Assistant Kids Klub Director. I've been so thankful to have her as a fellow girly-girl and friend.








Jason and I in costume to welcome guests at the stagecoach. Yes, I'm having flashbacks to my days at Silver Dollar City in Branson, Missouri. But how adorable is my fiance? Cowboy take me away....












The whole Summer Staff gang at "Rocky Mountain Hi!"








Jason's program cohort, Matt Sanchez, his wife Rachel and their baby girl Ava. I'm trying to get her to say Lulu by the end of the month. I think I'm going to be waiting a while.










Just a couple of the many faces of Jason Petree: Tony Amore, a swinging 60's DJ and Cletis Clampitt, brother to Clyde and the evil Ivan Pod (I Pod, get it?)





Getting krunked for "Krunk Fest", a dance party for the Summer Staff and Work Crew kids.





More pics to come from our adventures in whitewater rafting...

Friday, May 26, 2006

End of An Era

I'm in my last hours of being a fourth grade teacher at Trinity School. I'm holding it together pretty well, given my propensity for bawling like a baby at anything remotely sentimental. I cried enough yesterday to make Jason start to think that I might just be dehydrated by the time I get out to Colorado. Speaking of, I'll be spending the next month out there in Buena Vista working at Trail West, a Young Life camp for families. I fly out today and in less than 24 hours I'll get to hug the neck of my love...

Here's the view I'll enjoy for the next twenty-nine days...




I'm going to try and keep up this blog and I'm sure Jason and I will take turns writing on our blog over here. I'm always a fan of snail mail so feel free to write:

Leslie Unger
Assigned Staff Session 1
Young Life Trail West
18800 Trail West Drive
Buena Vista, CO 81211

Happy summer!

P.S. And Happy Birthday to my delightfully honest, beautiful, creative, knitting, singing, old movie loving, violin playing friend. Have the happiest of days dear Emilie!