Sunday, December 22, 2013

A man of noble character

It is difficult to understate the influence of people of character.  I know that I am influenced by some people in ways I can not articulate.  My interactions with these people change me profoundly without my conscious awareness.  Only when I sit quietly to reflect on one of these relationships does the impact really become clear.  There are people who inspire me to compassion or honesty or humility or faithfulness.  Others inspire diligence or commitment or joy or optimism.  My father-in-law, John Urheim, inspires nobility and courage.  It is really impossible for me to truly communicate the influence John has had on me.  I don’t know that I have met anyone who, upon deciding upon a good course of action, a right course of action, has more single-mindedly responded with determination and courage than my father-in-law John.  Knowing John makes me want to do the right thing by people, and to do it with unwavering commitment.

In the context of our relationship, the defining chapter of John’s character was written when he married Yvonne and became a step-father to Whitney and Carrie.  Less than a year after this happy event, Yvonne contracted cancer and died leaving John broken-hearted and alone with two little girls.  John responded the way that he does -- he decided to do the best for Whitney and Carrie and to do it with all his energy.  He formally adopted them and committed himself to protect and provide for them with the determination and resolve which undoubtedly characterize his person.

Several years later, I had the good fortune of falling in love with John’s little girl, Carrie.  I, of course, had no indication how John would influence me, but over time I came to see how John lived, how he made decisions, and how he committed himself to those he loved.  By the time I came to know John, he had remarried, and I have watched John live respectfully, joyfully and lovingly with Maxine for over twenty years.  As part of John's family, I have watched him be a committed friend and a loving Grandfather.  I have seen him overcome personal challenges with patience and grace.

John has been the center of the Urheim family, a collection of people with no biological connectivity save the full-sib relationship of Carrie and Whit.  It has been so appropriate for us to be strung together by the magnanimity of John’s loving character.  Like John, I have no biological offspring, and like John, my family was expanded through adoption.  I only hope that like John, my parenting will be hallmarked by courage and commitment and the resolve to do what is right.



Grateful for my Father-in-law, John Urheim.
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“Then I thought, ‘I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand,
My roots spread out to the waters, with dew all night on my branches,
My glory fresh with me, and my bow ever new in my hand.’
Men listened to me and waited and kept silence for my counsel.
After I spoke they did not speak again, and my word dropped upon them.
They waited for me as for the rain, and they opened their mouths as for the spring rain.
I smiled on them when they had no confidence, and the light of my face they did not cast down.”

Job 29:21-24

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Missing Maggie

Our first family dog was an English Springer Spaniel, Maggie.  Maggie was with us for about 10 years.  We adopted her in 2000.  Maggie changed me from a non-dog person to a dog person.  I really miss Maggie.  Especially in winter.  Maggie loved to run with me, and she loved to run in winter.  She could handle really cold weather, and she never turned down an opportunity.  I'm out running eight miles a day this month and I could really use the companionship.  I am missing Maggie.

In March 2009, I wrote a small note on observations made while running with Maggie.  I'm posting it here again and remembering my good friend.
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I've been running with my dog, Maggie, for several years now. Not often enough, granted, but enough to begin formulating some basic principles of canine cognition derived from simple behavioral observations. These aren't really "rules", but they seem (to me) beyond hypothesis now, so I will call them "theories" and they can really be simplified to a few basic mathematical relationships.

X = 1 + Y

This is the First Principle of Behavior for Dogs running with non-Dog people. Simply put, Y = the number of plastic bags carried by the human setting out on a run with his/her dog and X = the number of times the canine running companion will decide to need one. This is a very simple relationship and doesn't necessarily require complex thought. It does require astute visual skills on the part of the dog though and a touch of ESP to know exactly how many bags you have on your person. Not to mention some hard to explain control of certain bodily functions.

What becomes quickly evident to the dog is that humans usually soon realize this is going on and simply begin carrying more bags. At which point, the game changes for the dog...

leading to the next relationship

B = A - C

Where A is the distance between trash receptacles, B is the distance to the next trash receptacle and C is the maximum distance a particular human will return to the last trash receptacle. Dogs are able to solve this relationship to maximize B.

Put simply, a dog will empirically determine the longest distance on any given course that it's running companion will need to carry a full bag and will inevitably stop at that precise place to take care of business. This really does require complex thought, memorizing routes and placement of trash receptacles - often over multiple different running courses.

This is actually bordering on "LAW" with my dog, Maggie. She has an unbelievable ability to maximize the carrying distance no matter where I run. Behind those sweet and innocent eyes there is devious calculation occurring with sinister precision.

Don't get me wrong, I love my dog, Maggie -- perhaps even more now that I've figured out the little games she plays and have learned to laugh along with her. Here's to you, Maggie. You've won this chess match and I concede with a smile to the higher mind.



Saturday, December 14, 2013

Of Motives and Immortality


Twenty two years ago, a beautiful girl gave me a Christmas gift that would change my life forever.  Perhaps she did not know then how this gift would impact her also.  In late November of 1991, I asked Carrie Urheim to accompany me to a Christmas concert.  Soon afterward we fell in love.  This wonderful young woman gave me a book for Christmas that year, a book that I have read through over and over.  I’ve worn the cover off the paperback copy she gave to me.

I’ve thought often about which books have influenced me most, and the older I get the easier it is for me to answer.  The first six or eight times I read Purity of Heart, I struggled to capture the meaning, to follow the arguments, to understand the logic and the language.  But each time I read it, a new paragraph or two makes sense to me, and the old familiar ones do not lose their sage, searching power.  I now read this little book about once a year, and never without my journal nearby.  I would wish to liken the book to an old friend; and perhaps for the penitent, it most certainly is.  But for the active one, in the bustle of life, the words of S.K. are anything but friendly.  I rather more accurately liken this little book to a spinning grindstone upon which Kierkegaard alternately rotates and presses the thoughts and intents of my heart against the Eternal; simultaneously exposing impure motives and sharpening the axe head of commitment and purpose.  I never read this book without pride and falsehood splintering away with sparks flying.

Time does not here permit me to elaborate on the various encounters I’ve had with these pages.  Perhaps I will one day have opportunity and perhaps not.  Those stories will be written in eternity where I will of course give account as the solitary individual encountering signposts on the journey.  For now though, I will leave the reader with an excerpt from the final paragraph and an invitation to carefully consider the words of James 4:8, the point of origin of Kierkegaard’s discourse – Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.  Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.  


“Father in Heaven! What is a man without Thee!  What is all that he knows, vast accumulation though it be, but a chipped fragment if he does not know Thee!  What is all his striving, could it even encompass the world, but a half-finished work if he does not know Thee:  Thee the One, who art one thing and who art all!  So may Thou give to the intellect, wisdom to comprehend that one thing; to the heart, sincerity to receive this understanding; to the will, purity that wills only one thing…  Oh, Thou that givest both the beginning and the completion, give Thou victory in the day of need so that what neither a man’s burning wish nor his determined resolution may attain to, may be granted unto him in the sorrowing of repentance: to will only one thing.” -- Purity of Heart is to Will One Thing, Kierkegaard

Saturday, October 26, 2013

"GOTCHA!!!" - A treasure found in a field

This week we will observe Hudson's "Gotcha" Day, the day we celebrate Hudson joining our family.  The “Gotcha” Day is quite commonly observed in the adoption community.  In our family, it is a fairly simple celebration – we usually just go out to dinner together as a way of remembering and celebrating.  The actual Gotcha day was a really memorable day with a Giving and Receiving ceremony followed by a long van ride through rural Vietnam and capped off with a midnight visit to a nearby hospital with an infant running a 103⁰ temperature.  Unforgettable day, the day Hudson joined our family and we became parents.
 
A few months ago I was reflecting on the day we first learned about Hudson.  The day we committed to adopting him.  Another memorable day filled with spiritual meaning:

Earlier this year I visited the USDA-ARS station at Wooster, Ohio, to meet with a group of plant pathologists.  Upon arrival my colleague from Kenya and I were shown to the plant pathology library which also serves as a small conference room.  The room was filled with journals and text books.  As we sat waiting for the USDA scientists to join us, I was reminded of one of the most meaningful days of my life and an unforgettable event that unfolded at the Plant Pathology library of the University of Minnesota.
It was early June of 1997, June 10th perhaps.  I shared an office with five other people, and so I used to disappear to the Plant Pathology library to study on days when I really needed to get down to business.  I was studying for finals.  It was afternoon, a bright sunny day.  I was tucked away in a corner of the quiet library when Carrie found me with tears in her eyes.
“We have a referral.  Healthy boy, born May 6th.  Nguyen Dung Trung.”
There was a picture of a little boy with thick black hair and jet black eyes covered in a small blanket, lying on a woven mat with his tongue protruding just slightly.
We prayed together there in the Plant Path library, thanking God for this little boy and asking for wisdom and grace.  We were about to become parents.  The home-study was finished, the nursery alcove prepared in our one-bedroom apartment.  The next step was to wire the adoption fee to Vietnam.  We were living a fairly modest lifestyle on a nurse’s salary and a graduate student stipend.  The adoption fee amounted to everything we had saved together during the previous four years.  We drove our used car to the bank and wired our life savings to an agency in Ho Chi Minh City.  It was a joyous day, a memorable day, but to say that there was not a little trepidation would not be completely honest.
There are moments in life when the Holy Spirit confirms a decision, when the peace of God fills your heart.  That day in June was one such day.  By the time we reached our apartment, there was only joyful anticipation.  Since that day, I’ve had a new appreciation for two parables of Jesus in the gospels:  the parable of the man finding a treasure in a field and the parable of the merchant finding a pearl of great price:
“The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up.  Then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.
Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls, who, on finding one pearl of great value, went and sold all that he had and bought it.” 
Matthew 13:44-46
 
The two parables, I believe, reflect the two sides of our relationship with God.   In the first parable, the kingdom of heaven is the treasure that is found, a reference to the joy of discovering the presence of God and how this joy compels us to pursue God with all we have.  In the second parable, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant who is seeking something of value, a reference to the love of God in seeking and redeeming us at a very high cost.  The decision to build our family through adoption was a decision Carrie and I made together from the outset of our marriage, a decision made in response to the love of God in our lives.  We ourselves have been adopted into the family of God, we are loved and treasured as children of God.  For this reason, we consider it is a very high honor to be entrusted with Hudson and My Linh as our children, a joy that is beyond words.
I am grateful that these two parables resonate so keenly with our experience.  I understand more fully the wonder of the presence of God and I value it more completely.  I am awakened to the love of God and to the goodness of a Father who loves and enjoys his children beyond comprehension.  And I am grateful for the 16 years we have had with Hudson, for the person he is and for all that his wonderful character teaches me.
And I’m grateful for quiet, small libraries and for the grace of God breaking in upon our lives in unimaginable and beautiful ways.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

20 Mile Time Trial


I’ve been running marathons for several years.  Most of the time I run alone.  Every year I run three or four 20 mile training runs leading up to Twin Cities Marathon.  I have a network of incredible trails in Minneapolis with water fountains every few miles.  I can set out with a couple of Gu packets in the pocket of my shorts and run 20 or 23 miles without any real advance planning or support.

But once or twice each summer, I have the chance to run long in Florence County, Wisconsin.  These are some of my favorite runs of the year.  Of course, there are not water fountains every few miles in Florence County, so I either need to run shorter loops, plant some water bottles and then go retrieve them later, or ask someone to support the run.  Short loops are OK, certainly better than a treadmill, but there is something much more fun about covering distance.  Point-to-point runs are my favorite, but you obviously need help to go point-to-point.  Fortunately for me, both of my parents are incredibly generous with their time and happy to help out when I’m running long from the farm.  Running from my house to the town where I went to high school – 15 miles away.  Dropping me off somewhere out near Goodman so I can run 20 miles home.  Absolutely fantastic.

However, the best Northwoods long runs the past few years have been the 20 mile time trials.  I think this started three or four years ago when I really started training seriously and shaving time off my marathon PR.  My first 20 mile time trial was actually in Minneapolis.  Breaking 2:40 for the first time on a cool evening run on Labor Day weekend.  Since then I’ve circled Labor Day weekend on my calendar for a 20 mile run at race pace.  This is not really a recommended strategy from an injury risk standpoint, but it is a confidence builder four or five weeks before TCM; and, well, it is just a lot of fun. 

Two years ago was the pinnacle of my running career.   I was in the best shape of my life and had logged 1000 miles by Labor Day weekend.  I weighed less than when I graduated high school.  We were up at the farm for the holiday weekend.  My Dad and I planned out the 20 mile time trial down to really fine details.  He would stop every three miles and walk back toward me with water and Gatorade, and I would keep running – simulating the race as closely as we could.  So much fun to plan and carry out these long runs with my Dad.  We had a lot of fun that day, even though he took me over a couple steep hills I wasn’t planning for out in Fence.  I finished that day in 2:34 – the fastest 20 miles I have ever covered and the best training run of my life.

This year I’m nowhere close to that sort of race condition.  I logged around 600 miles by Labor Day, gained a few pounds (or more than a few), and have done very little speed work and no hills.  Anyway, I’d be very happy with a 4:00 hour marathon next weekend.  So the 20 mile time trial was not so much about time this year as it was about enjoying the morning with my Dad.  I still ran hard, trying to gauge where I was at, but I stopped for water and enjoyed the company. 

It was a very foggy morning, perfect for a long run.  I set out at 6:30 heading west on County C to 101 then south toward Armstrong Creek.  The landscape slowly emerged from the mist over the course of the run.  Beautiful country, the place where I grew up, quiet and serene.  The purple asters were blooming in the ditches.  Ravens calling from the forest, sandhill cranes in an open pasture.  I overestimated my ability a bit and went out faster than I should have.  The long grinding hills made me pay for that.  Still the last two miles from West Bass Lake road to the farm I was able to focus and finish under 3:00. 

Probably the last Labor Day 20 miler I’ll be able to run with support from my Dad for the foreseeable future.  Next year I hope to be running Nairobi or Mexico City instead of Twin Cities.  I hope to fit in long runs from the farm when I’m home, but I will miss this mini-tradition on Labor Day weekend. 

Thanks, Dad.  I am very grateful for your love and friendship.

 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

A sad and sobering week


This has been a sad week.  A sad and sobering week.

I arrived in Nairobi Sunday morning on the overnight flight from Amsterdam, eighteen hours into the protracted terrorist attack on the Westgate mall.  I am sharing here a few observations and reflections on the week.  It is difficult to write about anything else this morning;  this city and the Kenyan people have been so welcoming to me. 

I left Mexico a week ago Friday.  My flight from JFK to Amsterdam was delayed two hours and I missed the connecting flight to Nairobi.  Delta put me on the Kenya Airways overnight flight – a nine hour layover at Schipol.  I was still finalizing a large report and presentation that I needed to give at the Drought Tolerant Maize for Africa conference.  My sister-in-law, Whitney, texted me about the mall shooting.  The Westgate mall, yes we had been there a month ago.  Watching the nightmare unfolding on CNN - a building I was familiar with, scenes from the parking lot and access streets – places we had recently been and a neighborhood I frequently stay in.  Wondering if my friends and colleagues were safe.  Death toll estimates climbing, multiple terrorists involved in a sophisticated attack. 

Sunday was spent at a hotel downtown, two or three miles away from a hostage crisis and deadly stand-off.  All of my CIMMYT colleagues were safe.  One of my colleagues had been in a cab on the way to Westgate when the attack began.  I spoke with my Mom Sunday night over Skype.  It was good to hear her voice.  A suicide bomber in Pakistan killed over 70 people outside a church in Pakistan.  I wondered if I would have known that if I hadn’t been watching the news so closely.

Our meeting took place Monday as scheduled.  We loaded buses and drove to the ICRAF campus.  About 100 people from more than 13 countries were in attendance.  We observed a moment of silence.  It was good to see my colleagues – some live very close to Westgate.  One of my colleagues looked sideways at me and asked why bad things kept happening while I was en route to Nairobi.  The thought had crossed my mind.  Last year it seemed that tragic events were happening in the States whenever I was in Africa – Hurricane Sandy, Sandy Hook Elementary, Boston Marathon bombing.

Mid-afternoon on Monday we were informed that the ICRAF campus was closing early.  We would need to finish our meeting early and vacate the campus.  It was precautionary, but activity had escalated at the mall.  We returned to the hotel downtown.  I turned on CNN to see what was happening.  A reporter was live in Minneapolis reporting on the recruitment of one or more of the Westgate terrorists from the Somali population in my home city. 

Tuesday the crisis came to an end.  Over 60 people had been killed and six security agents died retaking the mall.  The President declared three days of mourning.  Flags were flown at half-staff.

CIMMYT hosted two facility inauguration events on Wednesday and Thursday in Kiboko and Naivasha.  The Board of Trustees together with Kenya Agriculture department dignitaries were in attendance.  The events of each day began with a moment of silence.  A degree of solemnity pervaded the events each day.

Please remember Kenya in your prayers. 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Improved Maize for African Soils


The first two weeks of July were spent traveling in eastern and southern Africa, participating in an external review and annual meeting for the Improved Maize for African Soils project (IMAS http://www.cimmyt.org/en/projects/improved-maize-for-african-soils/about-imas-project).  The IMAS project is a public-private collaboration between the Agricultural Research Council of South Africa (ARC), the Kenya Agricultural Research Institute (KARI), Pioneer-DuPont, and CIMMYT.  The project is funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and USAID.  The objective of the IMAS project is to improve the productivity of maize grown under nutrient poor conditions commonly encountered by small-holder farmers in Africa.  The IMAS team works to identify, develop, and disseminate maize varieties with improved grain yield under extremely low fertility. 

Nitrogen fertilizer cost is the largest constraint on maize productivity in sub-Saharan Africa.  With the exception of a strong commercial farming sector in South Africa, the majority of maize farmers in the region apply very little nitrogen fertilizer compared with other areas of the world.  This is especially true for small-holder farmers with limited capital to purchase inputs.  Lack of fertilizer production capacity coupled with infrastructural limitations result in six fold higher fertilizer costs in sub-Saharan Africa compared with other geographies.  Nitrogen fertilizer rates in sub-Saharan Africa are more than 10 fold lower than North America.  Use of maize varieties which can most efficiently utilize the limited available soil nitrogen has the potential to improve farming profitability for millions of African farmers.


CIMMYT scientists have been focusing on productivity of maize under drought and low nitrogen conditions since the 1980s.  Dr. Greg Edmeades pioneered maize physiology research on abiotic stress tolerance and conducted a recurrent selection program for grain yield under drought and low nitrogen conditions for over 20 years at CIMMYT research stations in Mexico.  Two populations which were improved during this era have produced a number of key stress tolerant donor lines currently used in African breeding programs.  Dr. Edmeades has since retired from a distinguished career both with CIMMYT and Pioneer, however he continues to make significant contributions to crop breeding for resource-poor farmers in a number of ways.  He is currently serving on the IMAS oversight committee, and continues to be a valuable resource to breeding programs throughout the developing world.

Since inception in 2009, the IMAS project has spear-headed the development of an extensive network of testing sites to evaluate maize yields under nitrogen-depletion.  This task is much more difficult than it sounds.  The impact of soil variability on maize grain yield is exacerbated under nutrient deficiency, and the ability to confidently identify superior performing varieties under low nitrogen conditions is confounded.  In order to select the best varieties under severe nitrogen limitation, increased replication and careful plot management are required.  The establishment of an expansive and growing low nitrogen trial network in eastern and southern Africa involving private and public institutions in several countries is one of the most significant accomplishments of the project to date.

IMAS has made a number of important contributions in just a few years.  Identification of the best existing hybrids and open-pollinated varieties and promotion and dissemination of these products is well underway.  Breeding pipelines to develop new and improved varieties with higher yield under nitrogen limiting conditions have been established and are producing exciting results.  Technical support for both public and private breeding programs in the region has enabled the growth of the testing network and has increased focus on productivity under low fertility conditions throughout the maize seed sector.  It is tremendously exciting to be a part of the IMAS project.  With continued focus and extensive collaboration, the project should have far-reaching impacts well into the future.

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Faithfulness springs up from the ground,
   and righteousness looks down from the sky.
Yes, the Lord will give what is good,
   and our land will yield its increase.

                                Psalm 85:11-12