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Blessings or Curses

 
 
Psalm 37:21 “The wicked borrow and do not repay, but the righteous give generously;”
 
[Here is a clear contrast between those who submit to God’s character and those who don’t. The wicked raise money and possessions to the level of an idol, holding onto to them even when it means stealing.
 
The righteous, however, are willing to part with the money God has entrusted to them, distributing it to those in need. And, as we know, giving away money makes us happier; for your principles, Lord, are always the best. Help us to follow your wisdom, walking in the fear of the Lord, caring deeply what He thinks.]
 
 
Psalm 37:22 “those the LORD blesses will inherit the land, but those he curses will be cut off. “
 
[And here is the outcome of obeying or disobeying God: receiving riches or being rejected. The choice is clear. I, for one, want to be blessed by God.
 
This begins with belief in His Word and His provision of forgiveness, being born again; and it continues with walking in His Way, growing in our knowledge of God and His commands, listening to the Spirit, obeying what we know to be true, doing what is best.
 
Then blessings roll more and more, and we will inherit the land, whatever land that may be, whether here on earth (like our family farm pictured below) or there in heaven.
 
To be cursed is what we were at birth: alienated from God, living in darkness, a resident of the dominion of darkness, under the devil’s power, cut off from grace, without hope, meaning or purpose. There was nothing in our future but being permanently separated from God, heading into a Christless eternity.
 
But, praise you, Lord, that you made the way out from under that curse, taking it upon yourself and thereby providing the possibility of forgiveness, redemption and reconciliation for every person who has ever lived. So, with the enabling work of the Holy Spirit, we can each make our decision to remain under the curse or move out into your righteousness. You are so gracious, O King, you are so good, O God.]
 
Praise you, Lord God, for what you, in your goodness and wisdom, will do today. Praise you, Heavenly Father, for how you will provide, guide, protect and carry us through the difficult, dark time we are in at the moment with Barbara’s depression (this was written years before now).
 
Give me your wisdom, your guidance, your care today. I thank you for what you will do, knowing that from your hand comes only what is good. May my life bring you glory today. Picture: the farm in CT where I grew up.
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Psalm 37:19,20

Psalm 37:19 “In times of disaster they [the blameless ones] will not wither; in days of famine they will enjoy plenty.”
[Your hand of protection is always over us, your sustaining grace is always enough. We need not dry up under the withering heat of disaster, nor worry nor starve in famine, for you will provide what we need and will save us either by miraculous provision, by grace, or by death.
In you we can trust, Lord, in you we can rest. I praise you that you know how much to provide to carry us through our trials and you give us more than what is needed.
It is up to us to take up and use it so that we can be “like a tree planted by the streams of water, which will bear its fruit in its season, its leaf will never wither and whatever he does will prosper” (Ps. 1:3). This is your promise we can experience as we take up, learn and live your Word–which is another huge portion of our inheritance.]
Psalm 37:20 “But the wicked will perish: the LORD’s enemies will be like the beauty of the fields, they will vanish—vanish like smoke.”
[You will send what is needed to destroy the wicked while giving shelter to your people. I praise you, Lord, that you have planned this, that we can know you are going to carry it out.
As we see the madness of some nations, the hatred of different religions, the bitterness, oppression and violence of militant groups, we praise you that you will deal with them after you have used them to prepare many hearts for the gospel. I praise you, Lord God, for your wonderful and powerful plan which you will bring to pass at the right time.
You, Lord God, my heavenly Father, my Lord Jesus, my indwelling Holy Spirit, are worthy of all my love, all my devotion, all my obedience, all my praise. Help me to give these to you throughout this day, trusting in you, resting in you, living your Word’s way as you empower and give wisdom. May you be honored in my thoughts, words and actions today. Amen.
 
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More Autobio

More Autobio: child raising
 
As time went on and we slogged on through language study, teaching English and the difficulties of every day life, I was personally amazed and encouraged to see how much joy God gave me in being where He wanted me.
 
Leaving behind the physical work, the mental stimulation, the success of business, and the beauty of home had not had the deleterious effect I’d expected. Obedience brings joy and God was setting me free from my natural inclinations.
 
In making these adjustments, however, tensions did surface between us. One morning Barbara and I had a strong discussion. At one point I pounded my fist on the table and said, “Who’s the boss here, anyway?!!!”
 
Josh immediately replied, “The landlord!” We burst out laughing. His comment brought us to our senses and we were able to resolve the issue in harmony.
 
After our arrival in Turkey, we were also struggling with finding a balance in our parenting. What with the month long trip from Connecticut to here, dealing with all the changes and constant adjustments, we had trouble being consistent in our responses to the boys. My anger was always floating near the surface and could emerge at the slightest provocation.
 
John noted this and had a fatherly chat with me. “In our house we have only three rules,” he said. Boy, did that get my attention! I had so many rules for the boys that even I couldn’t remember them.
 
He continued, “These rules are: obedience, honesty and respect. Even a small child can understand what obedience is, and yours are old enough to understand honesty and respect.”
 
I knew what he said was true. Josh had lied to me before he could speak and knew it was wrong. He had been playing with something on the coffee table and while I watched him, he accidently broke it. I said to him, “Did you break that?” He looked at me and shook his head “no.” He knew danger when he saw it and instinctively sought to protect himself.
 
John went on, “You need to explain these limits to your boys and then tell them what discipline they will get when they cross the line. Not if they cross, but when, for they certainly will disobey.
 
“When they cross it, ask them what they have done–this clarifies the offense: disobedience, dishonesty or disrespect. Then ask them what they have asked for: a discipline—this clarifies their responsability. You don’t give them a discipline, they ask for it.
 
“The discipline you use should be immediate, painful and bring repentance. We use spanking. Things like ‘time out’ or ‘no TV for a week’ are ineffective because they don’t get the child’s attention sufficiently.
 
“One other thing,” added John, “When you discipline them, if they cry loudly, keep it up until they cry quietly. You are looking for surrender. This is a battle of the wills, and if they cry loudly, they have won. Make sure you win, it will be for their benefit. If they don’t learn to submit to you, later in life the police will have to help them submit to authority.”
 
Wow, that seemed so clear, so easy. I was struck with how this type of correction was just what the Lord had done for me, disciplining me in my depression, bringing me out into a greater freedom. Now I had the privilege and responsibility to do the same for my children.
 
I went right home and shared that with Barbara. Then we sat the boys down and explained this to them. Our discipline would be a spanking using a wooden spoon. Proverbs 13:24 was our basis for this: “He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is careful to discipline him.”
 
[What comes next may not be what some of you like, but I ask that you look at the outcome: what our boys as adults are.]
 
This new framework brought a lot of clarity, but it also brought a lot of spankings. On a scale of compliant to strong willed, Josh was off scale on the strong willed end. He was not negatively rebellious, he was just determined. When he wanted to do something, he would just push forward with it.
 
He got spankings every day. Nat took his cue from this and avoided spankings as much as he could. While Josh’s approach was a frontal attack, Nat was more for doing end runs. For instance, one time when we were packing things up to move, we discovered that Nat had been quietly working at making it harder for us to spank him: under his mattress were all the wooden spoons we’d been unable to find!
Following John’s advice led to an important and positive showdown with Josh. He began to go in his pants again. He’d be playing outside and come in wet or dirty.
 
At first we wondered, “Is it the stress of change? Have we done something to injure his little psyche?” No, it was simple: he was too lazy to come in and go to the bathroom.
 
While on a trip we stopped at a gas station. “Everyone go to the bathroom!” I said.
 
Josh piped up, “I don’t need to go!”
 
“Ok,” I said, “But don’t miss the opportunity!”
 
Then, about five miles down the road, a distinct odor wafted up from the back seat. I pulled over beside the road and turned around.
 
“You went in your pants, didn’t you?” I asked angrily. Josh admitted it. After getting him cleaned up and changed, I got a stick from a bush beside the road.
 
“You did not obey me when I told you to go to the bathroom,” I said, “and you did not tell us you needed to go so we could stop for you. So I am going to discipline you. What discipline have you asked for?”
 
Josh bowed his head, “A spanking,” he said quietly.
 
“Right, and I am going to spank you until you surrender and promise you will never do that again.” I laid him over my knee and began to spank. I kept it up until I thought my arm was going to fall off. At last Josh said, “Ok, ok, I promise I’ll never do that again!” This was a major turning point in his life, the positive breaking and reshaping of his will that later led to his surrender to God.
 
It was also this struggle to bring the boys to surrender that made me understand Proverbs 19:18, “Discipline your son, for in that there is hope; do not be a willing party to his death.” If we fail to discipline our children properly, we open the way for them to struggle with authority all their lives, and that will in turn hamper their surrender to God.
 
One time after I spanked Josh when he was five, he got down off my knees, turned, pointed his finger at me and said, “Dad, you did that wrong.”
 
Here was this little guy, speaking with me like an adult. Trying not to laugh I said, “Really? What did I do wrong?”
 
He looked at me seriously, “You were still angry. You should have waited until you were calmed down.”
 
I let out a sigh, smiled and said, “You are right, son. Would you forgive me?”
 
“Sure, Dad, everyone makes mistakes,” he said as he turned and walked off.
 
That made me think of something I’d read by Dr. Dobson where he said that the best of parents make the right parenting choices about 51% of the time. That could be comforting or disconcerting, depending how you look at it!
 
He continued by stating that if the kids know you love them unconditionally, they will forgive you for all those mistakes. I guess josh felt secure in our love.
 
When Josh was twelve, he and I were going somewhere in the car, when without any preamble, he suddenly said, “Dad, you are the best Dad in the world!”
 
“Really?” I said, quite surprised. “What makes you say so?”
 
“Because you always spanked me when I needed it!” he replied. The testimony of a twelve year old on this subject is something to think about.
 
Picture: little Nat with the children of my language teacher
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Inheritance

Psalm 37:18 “The days of the blameless are known to the LORD,”
 
[My times are in your hands, Lord; you determine the number of my days and all the happenings in them. You, who live outside time, know completely how long I will live and all that will happen during my lifetime.
 
You, Lord, watch over your children who are blameless only because their sins are forgiven in Christ. Praise you for you mighty and wise protection. Today I read in an article that those who believe in God and practice their faith live longer (average of 7 years more) and are more healthy than those who do not. Interesting confirmation of your Word.]
 
“and their inheritance will endure forever.”
 
[You have made us heirs, Lord, heirs of the riches of your Kingdom, all of which are eternal. “In his great mercy [the Father] has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. “This inheritance is kept in heaven for you…” (1 Pet. 1:3,4).
 
The first treasure in our inheritance is our relationship with you, the wonder of knowing you in spite of our depraved and sinful nature. I thank you with all my heart, that you are the Great Lover of all your creatures whether they are good or evil.
 
I praise you for your other gifts to us: eternal life, the indwelling Spirit, the written Word, the wisdom, grace and guidance, the protection, provision and power that are ours in you. And in the life to come, untold riches will be poured upon your children so that we might bring more glory to you. I praise you now, Lord, for all that you have already given us, and for all that will come in eternity.]
 
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Worship

This is what the LORD, the God of the Hebrews, says: ‘Let my people go, so that they may worship me.’”
Exodus 9:1
 
We often think of music being the main aspect of worship, but actually everything we do can be worship: when we do what is pleasing to Him, we give Him glory. That is worship.
 
In spoken worship there are two main aspects: thanksgiving and praise. Thanksgiving focuses on what He has done for us, and praise on who He is in His character.
 
I suggested that my students in my prayer class write their thoughts of worship in their journals. Here are some thoughts from mine, both praise and thanksgiving.
 
“Praise you, Lord God, Creator of heaven and earth, the sea and all that is in them. Truly you are high and powerful, majestic and loving. I praise you, O God, for your great and rich love, for your wide and deep wisdom and your positive and pure power.
You are able to bring together those aspects which are opposites and seem to contradict each other: unity and diversity, truth and love, justice and mercy, righteousness and forgiveness. Praise you, Lord God, that you have revealed this to us in your Word.
 
Thank you that you have given us the tremendous privilege of being your children, bringing us from being your enemies ensnared by sin and transforming us into your sons and daughters clothed in righteousness.
 
To know you is a stupendous privilege beyond understanding and comprehension, priceless and pristine; we are overwhelmed by this high and undeserved grace.
“Thank you for the future ahead—nothing guaranteed except your love, for all is in your hands, not our plans–but all is in your heart of goodness, shown in your doing what is best and loving for us, although it may be hard. Truly, God, to live with you is a never-ending opportunity for growth and deepening.”
 
Prayer: “Lord God, help me to praise you in my quiet time, to praise you throughout the day and on into the night. May praise be the keynote of my life, for you are worthy. Amen.”
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More Western Wisdom

As Cody stepped from the door, followed by John with his rifle and Amanda with her shotgun, they saw a tight group of riders gathered in the yard, eleven in all.
 
“Hi Dodge,” said Cody. “Haven’t seen you for a while.”
 
“Well, Cody Smith, what are you doing here?” Dodge pushed his hat up and moved his hand back over his pistol butt.
 
“Just stopped by for some coffee. Would you like some?”
 
“No, can’t say I do. Don’t eat with sod busters. We’re just coming back from checking on our cattle over beyond the river. Wanted to make sure this sod buster got our message loud and clear.”
 
“Sure did,” said John.
 
Cody spoke up, “Now, Dodge, what’s your motive for threatening this good man and his family? As you can see, he’s put a lot of work into setting up his outfit here.”
 
“You know perfectly well, Cody. He’s on my land, taking over one of the springs I use to water my cattle. He’s in the way and I want him out! I don’t want any more like him coming in!”
 
“How many acres do you use for your cattle? And how many watering places are there?”
 
“I don’t know about acres, but the range is at least fifty miles square. There are at least twenty watering holes in that.”
 
“And how did you come to have the right to use this wide and long land?”
 
“Why, I was here first; there was no one within a hundred miles. I fought off the Indians who tried to chase me out. I won the right to this land with blood, sweat and tears, and no one is going to take it from me!”
 
“Interesting,” Cody drawled. “Hadn’t heard that you staked claim to any land out here.”
 
“You know what I mean,” snapped Dodge, “My herds have grazed this land for twenty years, it’s mine and this man has no right to any of it!”
 
Cody turned to John, “What makes you think that you have a right to settle here?” he asked.
 
“Why? Well, I registered my deed for this spot with the land office at Fort Wayne. I have the papers to prove it. I followed the legal steps to have this land put in my own name, including the spring.”
 
“What do you think about that, Dodge?” Cody asked.
 
“That’s a lie, there is no such thing as claiming land like that!”
 
Cody smiled, “You obviously haven’t kept up with the law. This here’s now the state of Oklahoma and the state has made new laws.”
 
“I’m the law out here! What I say goes!” Dodge was obviously getting impatient, as were his men. He wheeled his horse and rode away, his men following.

“He looks like a bad storm coming our way. I’m sure he’ll be back and ready to enforce his threats,” said Cody, “but we may be able to resolve this standoff if we continue to

follow Heavenly Wisdom.”

Picture:the  approaching storm over John’s farm (from the internet)

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A Tragedy or a Triumph?

It is hard to understand why some active, godly, useful servants of God are taken in their youth. We think in terms of their loss of years on earth, of our loss of their presence, help and service.
 
But God has a much higher and broader view. He knows what is coming in the future and makes preparation. As it says in Isaiah 57:1, “The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil.”
 
A child dies, a teen-ager is taken in an accident, cancer strikes down a young mother, a heart attack kills a father not yet forty—believers all. Tragedy on a human level–but a rescue mission on a Heavenly level.
 
God knows what evil awaited that person and those around him; so He protected them all by taking that person home—and does so in the best way and at the right time.
 
Those saints left behind are heir to God’s rich grace to carry them through the loss, to be deepened spiritually, to see all their needs provided as they trust and praise Him by letting go of the loved person now departed.
 
Failure to let go can bring more evil. When King Hezekiah was fatally ill, he begged God for more years, and God gave him fifteen more. But during that time Hezekiah fathered the boy who became the worst king that Judah ever had, an evil God was seeking to avert.
 
To pray for someone seriously sick, “Lord spare his life—but not my will, let your will rule,” is a prayer of trust, of humility and wisdom, just as Jesus prayed in the garden, “Not my will but yours.”
 
Lord God, you are the only truly wise One, you are the only Knower of the future, so we can trust you in your Goodness and Grace, your Revelation and Release of your children from this world.
 
Praise you for this high and holy perspective you give us on death. It is not the end, but the beginning of all the goodness you have stored up in eternity for those who love your Name. Glory be to you for your great goodness and graciousness.
 
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End of Fear

“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:9
 
Praise be to you, O Heavenly Father, our wise and all-knowing God. Your perspective is high and wide, long and deep. You understand and know all the aspects of every situation. You have seen all the past, you already see what will happen in the future.
 
You know all the facts and your will is fully informed. Therefore, whatever you decree, whatever you allow, whatever you choose to bring is good, a part of your overall plan.
 
Your decisions may be painful to us, the opposite of what we desire, but because you are God–the Good, Great, Glorious and Gracious One–we can trust you in each situation.
 
Psalm 116:5 says, “Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.” Most of the time, death is a bitter experience for human beings; for those who do not follow Jesus, it is an end without hope. In you, however, death is full of hope.
 
You, Lord Jesus have defeated death, you have broken through the wall of hopelessness, making a doorway into eternal life. In God’s eyes, the death of a believer (all of whom are saints) is a precious and wonderful thing.
 
You are in the process of bringing them from a narrow, restricted, painful, difficult situation into a rich, broad, powerfully pleasant, gloriously positive, wonderfully wide place.
 
To move from this sin-shackled, superficial, sullied and selfish world, twisted and warped by the fall, into the perfect, sinless, holy and pure heaven, into the presence of the Great King of all, the Creator, the Sustainer, the Ender of time—what a wonderful happening the death of a saint is!
 
God knows the contrast: to bring another one of His children out of the darkness and dust of the dungeon of death on earth into the light and lavishness of our loving Lord—what better thing can He do for us?
 
So we have no need to fear death, but can positively anticipate it, like my friend Norm West, who, when he was told after he got cancer that he had only 6 months to live, responded, “Praise God, I’m going home!” This is living in faith, something we should all do.
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More autobio

After my return from Germany we prayed that my work visa and residence permit would be granted before the two months were up, but as time got closer, it was clear that I would have to make an exit trip.
 
Another worker also needed to go, so we decided to drive to Greece together. On one flat, straight stretch I came up behind a big truck traveling about 50 miles an hour. I peeked out from behind and saw that there was a car coming, but it was a long ways away, leaving me plenty of time to pass.
 
I pulled out and stepped on the gas and slowly gained speed; that small Volkswagen motor was faithful, but not all that powerful.
 
As I got half way past the truck, I saw that the oncoming car was going much faster than the speed limit of 65 mph, and I began to suspect that I wasn’t going to make it past the truck in time. So I slammed on the brakes, hoping to get back behind the truck, but the weight of the engine in the rear of my car slung the back end around so we were skidding sideways down the road.
 
Instinctively I made the proper correction with the wheel, but nothing happened. The oncoming Mercedes was almost upon us and didn’t seem to slowing down one bit.
 
Then at the last second, my car responded to my corrections and swung back around, slamming us up against the truck, while the Mercedes slipped by on the shoulder and disappeared in the distance. This was a definite God sighting!
 
The truck driver didn’t slow down either, didn’t even seem to notice what had happened. After taking a second to recover, I also decided to keep going.
 
In the next town we stopped to inspect the damage. The passenger door had a big dent in it with black marks from the truck tire; however, the door still worked. The back passenger side window was smashed, but since it was one that didn’t open, it wouldn’t be too difficult to fix. We asked around, found a window repair shop, and had the glass replaced.
 
Counting our spinning on ice into the gas station on our way to Tarsus, this incident was the second of eleven accidents I had in Turkey. Only in this one did I have any fault. The rest were caused mostly by other people running into me. Driving in in this country was certainly dangerous. So was parking.
 
One day I parked in front of John’s house, which was across the street from a reasonably steep side street. As I was walking toward the house, a car came over the top of the hill and down to the stop sign, but instead of stopping, it slid right across the street and rammed into my car!
 
The driver hopped out, angry at me. “This accident is your fault! If you hadn’t parked there I wouldn’t have hit you!” he yelled.
This, we found, was the common logic here and according to that, he was right. If I hadn’t parked there, he wouldn’t have hit me, but he also would have driven off the four-foot high wall and landed into John’s yard!
 
In one of the more interesting of my accidents, I was waiting to turn left at a stop light when a police car came zooming across the intersection and hit me head on!
 
The driver was a mechanic who was testing the car and the policeman was riding along with him. But the mechanic ended up fixing the car for us at his expense, although it took him two months to do it.
Adjustments
We had come from a place where I had had lots of satisfying physical work in a lush, pleasant rural setting, to a crowded, polluted, dark city of a million people where the only tasks I had before me were the mental work of teaching English and learning the local language. We were without all our normal means of emotional support, including peanut butter, our favorite snack and comfort food.
 
In addition, there was the stress of adapting to this new culture where we had to make a thousand new little adjustments every day. Each one took some energy, so by the end of the day we were exhausted, even though we hadn’t done much.
 
This was all part of the Lord’s plan to mature and deepen us. To keep ourselves from wearing out emotionally and spiritually, we made sure to keep up our quiet times and our prayer life. We tried to give God praise in all situations, as well as to think in terms of God’s truth. We tried to consistently encourage each other. There was no other way for us to survive the challenges of our new environment.
 
The civil war in the country continued, with bombs going off in around us almost every night, but we found nothing in the newspapers to tell us about these attacks.
 
The weather was cold, often below zero and we froze in our house because there was a shortage of fuel oil and coal. Often the only heat we had came from lighting our stove’s oven which worked on propane gas that the city sometimes provided. We would huddle around its open door in the kitchen, trying to get warm.
 
Many foods were hard to find. Every Saturday we would go with John to an open air market for fresh vegetables, and then to the one real supermarket to choose from the limited stock.
 
The one “comfort food” that was available to us was cornflakes. Granted they tasted a bit like soggy pieces of cardboard, and often had dust in with them, but it was a touch of home to have a nice bowl of cereal and milk, even if the milk did have a strange taste.
 
Since peanuts were available, we decided to make our own peanut butter. We would sit in a team meeting, peeling the red husks off the peanuts, then take them home with us and put them through a grinder, along with some margarine. It didn’t taste like Jiffy peanut butter, but was sure better than nothing.
 
As I think about that early time of adjustment, it was like having a pall of darkness hanging over us, like we were dragging ourselves through a heavy, black, smog– which often was literally true in the city–but this darkness was more than physical, it was mental, emotional and spiritual. However, the Lord sustained us and carried us through. He had called us, so there was never a thought of retreating.
 
The boys didn’t seem to mind the changes that our move from farm to city brought with it. Nat was less than two and really didn’t remember much of Connecticut. Josh missed his aunt Marcia and his grandmother more than anything else.
 
When he would start to complain about how hard things were, we’d interrupt with, “Yes, but in Connecticut could you look out your living room window and see a shepherd with his donkey and herd of sheep? And could you buy pide?” This was a flatbread topped with cheese or hamburger, a kind of simple pizza, which Josh loved. These questions would help to bring him out of his negative thoughts. We practiced this method ourselves, focusing on the positives before us, not the negatives or the things we’d left behind.
Picture: Steve shopping in the veggie and fruit market
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Psalm 37:16

It is wonderful, Lord Jesus, that we can praise you now for whatever you will bring into our lives—for, what you give is always good in the end, no matter how painful and difficult it may be in the moment. I thank you, Lord,
Here at the beginning of a new day, we ask that you guide us, Lord, that we may accomplish all that you desire. Help us
to keep our eyes on you,
to rest in your greatness,
to trust in your wisdom,
to rejoice in your power.
 
I praise you now for the answers you will give, for the protection you will offer, for the progress you will grant us.
We can trust you because we know that you are
good, always;
that you are wise, always;
that you are holy, always;
that you are infinitely powerful, always–
and that you win in the end, always.
I praise you for how you will demonstrate your grace in all today. Help me to live in faith, offering the sacrifice of thanksgiving in all, so that I may continually bring honor to you.]
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