New Braunfels Herald Zeitung (Newspaper) - August 18, 1995, New Braunfels, Texas
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Katsonakis brings love of God and music to NB
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By SUSAN FLYNT ENGLAND
He’s known to most of his fans as “Dino”; his music has stirred the faith of thousands from Haiti to Tel Aviv — he’s Dino Kartsonakis, and he’s playing in New Braunfels next Tuesday.
“My latest tour is called the ‘Miracles’ tour. The music depicts the miracles of the Bible,” Kartsonakis said yesterday from his Louisiana motel room. Scenes from the Holy Land will fill 12-foot screens behind his piano as he plays, he said.
Kartsonakis is a piano virtuoso, Gram-my-nominated recording artist, and prolific arranger. Countless church pianists use and love his arrangements of sacred tunes.
When he goes on stage, Kartsonakis plays music with a mission, he said. “I’m an entertainer ?nd I love to entertain, and I love to perform,” Kartsonakis said. “But I’m first a Christian.”
Rather than hitting his audience over the head with outspoken evangelism, Kartsonakis prefers to move audiences through his music. “I’m not out here holding crusades or tent missions —just a few minutes I’ll share about my faith in God,” he said. “I don’t make a huge deal of it.”
Music itself has the power to move souls, whether it is secular or sacred music, Kartsonakis said. He uses everything from Bach and Mozart to movie composers’ original music to hymn arrangements.
“To try and limit God’s creativity and impact to only music accompanied by religious lyrics is a disservice to Him and those he chooses to bless,” Kartsonakis
‘Did you ever experience something that was so vivid, so bold and impacting, that you wanted to grab hold of it and never let go?’— Dino Kartsonakis
A series of Kartsonakis’ albums were made to help his daughter, Cheri, who has multiple sclerosis. “One of the greatest enemies of patients with MS is stress,” he said. “I thought, if I could play music that would just relax her, maybe it would help,” he said.
That was the beginning of the “Peace” series of albums — calming music combined with nature sounds. Besides helping his own daughter, Kartsonakis has received letters from many whose stress-related disorders have been eased by his music. The latest release in the series is “Classical Peace,” an album of soothing classical music.
Kartsonakis’ family tours with him as often as possible, he said.
“My daughter Christina will be with me next Tuesday,” he said. His wife helps costume and design his Branson, Mo., show.
Music has been a part of Kartsonakis’ life for as long as he can remember. “I started playing when I was three; I played by ear,” he said. The power of music’s beauty caught him from day one.
“Did you ever experience something that was so vivid, so bold and impacting, that you wanted to grab hold of it and never let go?” he said. Kartsonakis strives to give his audiences that same feeling.
“World Vision is also a part of my tour,” Kartsonakis said. “We’re helping to get people to sponsor children who are hurting throughout the world.” Kartsonakis chose World Vision because a large part of donations go directly to the children in need. “They say of the $20 you pay a month 70 percent goes directly to help the children — that’s a very good percentage,” he said.
Kartsonakis will play at 7 p.m. Tuesday at the First Baptist Church of New Braunfels. Admission to the concert is free, but a love offering will be taken during the concert
New Braunfels can experience an evening of faith and beauty that audiences around the world have shared. “In Russia I played to a stadium full of people who didn’t understand English, but they understood MUSIC,” Kartsonakis said. “It moved them; it surrounded them — and it brought glory to God.”The Rock Wall
Our neighborhood has an abundance of rocks. Big rocks. Rocks that seem to multiply at will. Rocks that are too big for the trash can. Rocks that are too big to be moved.
Get the picture? The rocks have become a part of our lives. Like all those hard-boiled eggs that are so much fun to color and yet so hard to get rid of after Easter, we have found multiple uses for our rocks.
The yard rocks have been used to cover the front of the shop, as an anti-dog digging device (patent pending), and yard art around flower beds. They have been stacked, thrown, smashed, piled, hurled through windows by the lawnmower, and moved from our lot to the vacant lot behind ours. (Now, don’t get self-nghteous on mc! You would put them over the fence, too.)
Rocks and their eradication have become part of the passion of home ownership. But you can only have so many flower beds. And the neighbors start to wonder when you carry loads of rocks into the empty lot after dark even though I know where their rocks went
before we built out house.
The next step in conquering the rocky land was to build our very own rock wall.
Out toward Hunter there art some wonderful rock walls. Dry-stacked along the road for about a mile, there is a permanence and beauty to the field’s stone boundaries. That, I decided is what I want. And I had plenty of rocks to do it. I would have my own rock wall.
With a long, metal rod to pry up rocks and a strong wheelbarrow, I attacked the crop of rocks that still remained in the yard. Joseph, my youngest.
was watching. “Wanna help?’
I asked with as good a Tom
Sawyer look as I could muster.
“Are you sure?”
Secret weapon time. “I’ll give you a ride in the wheelbarrow.”
Think. Think. Think. “Okay.”
My helper was on board. With a lot of chatter, grunting, and straining, my boy and I worked the yard and stacked the rocks. At the end of each day, we would stand across the street and look at our work, telling each other how good it looked and wondering when we would finish. Finally, we looked at the completed row of rocks our hands had laid.
I was struck with the permanence of what we had just finished. The rock wall was not as high as others and certainly not as well done, but no one would ever attempt to remove it. It was there to stay, fixed in its place, never to be moved. And Joseph and his dad had built it.
I guess that makes the memory permanent,
too. That rock wall will be a constant reminder of a simple truth that could go a long way in healing the scarred and war-torn institution called the family.
An old prophet said it well when he wrote of Jesus, "He will turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the hearts of the children to their fathers. ”
Why is there such nonsensical disagreement concerning family values, even in our small community of New Braunfels? Simply because to follow the path of biblical truth that has sustained us for centuries demands a humility and confession of misdeed that has become by design an increasingly bitter pill.
And the confession needs to start with those who have the honor of fatherhood, lf the hearts of fathers were to nim away from greed, anger, immorality, pornography, and selfishness, our nation would take a firm step forward in stopping the headlong dive that our children are taking.
The rock wall showed me again that my sons do not want things, they want me. They do not want a substitute or stand-in, they want a dad. And like the rock wall, they need me to be permanent, fixed and immov|hle.
Someday, I hope to stand as far back from Af * wall as I can with another youngster. I will tell him of the time when a 7-year-old boy and I rolled those big rocks from the horse bam all the way to the front to build the wall. I will tell that child their father was a good helper when he was young, as I’m sure they will be. But this scene will only take place if I win the heart of a little boy now. That means that he takes priority over many other things that pale in importance. All of the “alternative lifestyles” can never match up to a dad who is there when needed.
Or better yet—and hear my words, men— when he is simply wanted.
(Dennis Gallaher is pastor of Friendship Fellowship Church in New Braunfels.)
Bishop of Anglican Church to pay visit
The Rt. Rev. Beckwith, Bishop of the Anglican Church in America, will celebrate Holy Communion at St. Joseph’s Anglican Church, 440 N. Seguin, cm Sunday, Aug. 20 at 11 a rn. lf you prefer a traditional type of worship, you are invited to join with the congregation in welcoming Bishop Beckwith.
A parish luncheon and meeting were held last Sunday with a full house enjoying a summer barbecue.
Sunday School will begin on Sunday, Sept. 3.
Brid*, III with Cancer, Sees Dream Come True
BELLEVUE, Neb. (AP) — Her dream was to have a Catholic church wedding, with a gown, and everything that goes with it.
Melba Schueler, 28, who has terminal cancer and has been given two months or less to live, saw her dream come true recently. She and her husband Alan, 24, repeated their vows at St. Bernadette Catholic Church.
One of the flower girls was the Schuelers’ 3-year-old daughter, Ashley.
The Schuelers already had been married twice in civil ceremonies. They were married by a judge in Omaha Dec. 31, 1991, just before Schueler left on a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy. They were mar-ned again at a Peruvian consulate to satisfy Peruvian law.
Their families had planned the religious ceremony for the end of September, but Mrs. Schueler’s doctor told them that it had better be sooner, said Alan Schueler’s mother, Karen Weeces of Tekamah.
Businesses and organizations helped pull off the wedding by providing flowers, food, clothes, limousine rides, hotel rooms, videotaping, decorations and a reception hall.
The families, led by a cousin, Karen Green of Omaha, organized the wedding in two weeks, Ms.
Supported by her mother, Luisa Gonzalez, and brother Alexander Rojas, Mrs. Schueler walked up St. Bernadette’s center aisle Sunday.
The priest invited guests to dip their hand in holy oil and trace a cross on Mrs. Schueler’s forehead.
Ms. Weeces told her daughter-in-law that she loved her and that now she was married in the Lord’s house "to join your soul with my son’s soul forever.”
Pr«ach«r Lovas Dalivaring Word, Opon Road
ATHENS, Ga. (AP) — A preacher who has long been hooked on motorcycles says riding his twowheeler allows him time for reflection as well giving him a leg up in delivering the word of God.
“lf my preaching can’t bring a person closer to God, maybe a ride on the back of the motorcycle will,” said the Rev. Jim Caton, pastor of Friendship Christian Church.
Besides, it’s easier to park than a car, said Caton, who sometimes takes his Honda V65 Magna on hospital calls.
Caton said he first took an interest in motorcycles 25 years ago when his father told him he had bought one. After one ride, Caton said, he became an enthusiast.
Caton and members of his congregation regularly take trips to the north Georgia mountains. He said his presence makes it easier for other motorcycle enthusiasts to attend church.
Caton discounts the notion that a motorcycle is inappropriate for a man of his calling. “Going around a twisty curve can make you feel real close to God, especially if the road is wet,” he said.
Pope’s Messages to Bo Rolayod in Sign Language
BALTIMORE (AP) — Even the hearing impaired will be able to "listen” to Pope John Paul II when he visits in October, the Archdiocese of Baltimore announced.
Volunteer sign language interpreters will relay the pope’s speeches, including his Mass at Oriole Park at Camden Yards on Oct. 8.
“The Holy Father wants to bring his message of faith and hope to everyone, and we are commined to doing that for thousands of people in this region who are hearing impaired,” said Cardinal William H. Keeler, who commissioned the service.
Five sign teams will accompany the pope throughout his daylong visit. The hearing and speech impaired will also be able to communicate with volunteer staffers dunng the pope’s visit through a telephone typewriter service.
Conception Abbey offers reflective spot for some harried vacationers
CONCEPTION, Mo. (AP) — Vacations in the K)s can be exhausting.
People leave the office bound for a tropical lase, but they tote along their cellular phones, lapps and beepers. Families pull children out of hool and head to the mountains, only to plop the ds in day camps with classes on how to recognize iible mushrooms.
The result: Folks come home from vacation reding a nap.
lf you really want a vacation that offers senous >wn time, a chance to reflect on Hfc’s promise and e opportunity to stretch your brain toward con
templation, consider a weekend at Conception Abbey.
The abbey, a century-old Roman Catholic monastery that is home to about 80 Benedictine monks, is open year-round to groups and individuals looking for a chance to relax without having to worry which souvenir stalls sell the cheapest T-shirts.
Leave the electronic devices at home and stash a good book in the suitcase. Prayer is optional.
“People don’t just slow down when they come here — they come to a complete halt,” said Karen Ceckowski, administrator of the Conception Abbey
"There just isn’t a whole lot to do here, except recuperate and think things through. We have a lot of single-parent families that come here so they can spend some real time together.
“We had one single dad who gets to see his daughter once a month. They came up here, fished, watched movies and had a great time. It was their time.”
The monastery, which also includes the four-year Conception Seminary College, is located in northwest Missouri, about IOO miles north of Kansas City.
It has 96 dormitory-style guest rooms. Many have twin beds with baths down the hall. Rooms with queen-size beds are available, and there are some suites, which consist of a bedroom, sitting room and half-bath. Rooms are inexpensive: $20 a night for a single and $17 for each person in a double.
The monastery has its own kitchen staff, which bakes fresh bread daily. Meals are $3.50 and are served a short walk across campus in the dining hall.
"We try not to be used as a hotel,” Ceckowski said.
Sonflowers delivered to seniors by church
On Aug. 13,1995 at 2 p.m., the children’s Sunday School group of Southlake Baptist Church of Canyon Lake delivered “Sonflowers” to the Kirkwood Manor nursing home in New Braunfels. These children worked on this project for one month. Making and giving these “Sonflowers” were part of learning a lesson on caring. The children were not the only ones to receive a joy by their giving. Many smiles were created by the work of these children’s small hands.
“What is a ‘Sonflower’?" you may ask. Karen Taylor, the children’s Sunday School director for SBC, explains. “You take a Styrofoam cup, decorated of course, cut out the petals of the flower with construction paper (after writing an appropriate scripture message on it) and attach them to a green pipe cleaner " These children made and distributed 69 of these flowers The scripture used was the reading found in John 3:16 which says, “For God so loved the world that He gave us His Son.” Hence, the name “Sonflower” was given to this project. When you visit the Kirkwood Manor nursing home, look for these “Sonflowers,” and then look for the smiles they brought.