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Faith Questions

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I'm interested in starting a discussion group around faith questions. Please leave your faith question in the comment space. Blessings Janet

Celebrate Valentine’s Day

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Every morning at breakfast, Tom and I join hands and pray. Instead of bowing our heads, we look into each other’s eyes. Tom begins with “Thank you, God, for my “just right” Jan.” I add, “and my wonderful Tom.” We go on to give thanks to God for food, family, home and friends, followed by offering up the people and events that are uppermost in our minds. Our breakfast “Grace Prayer” takes only a few moments. Some might think this is romantic, some that it’s ridiculous. For Tom and I, this short prayer time means that whatever the day brings we’re together on it and God is with us.

Our morning prayer reminds me to pay attention to Tom, to remember that I love him. Why, then, would I bother with Valentine’s Day. After all, I’ve heard it said that Valentine’s Day is just another money grab. It means nothing. It’s foolishness.

For Tom and me, Valentine’s Day gives us another opportunity to show that we love, value and respect each other. We know that God has blessed us with our relationship. Life experience has taught us that relationships do not prosper if they are left unattended. Just as a plant cannot grow and become more and more beautiful without water and sunlight, our relationship will only shrivel and become flat without love and care.

There used to be bill boards that said, “The family that prays together, stays together.” Praying helps. Prayer is one of the nutrients needed. Speaking words of love and doing actions of love are also essential to a healthy relationship. I suggest you use this Valentine’s Day to add to the ways that you nurture your relationships with spouse, children, family, and friends. Endeavour to be a blessing to at least one person that you love, on that day and every day for the rest of 2012.

St. Paul tells us “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others; it is not self-seeking; it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (1 Corinthians 13: 4-7).

Physical Fitness

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Last September, I started on a program of daily physical exercise, just twenty minutes of strengthening and stretching my tummy and leg muscles. I’m happy to report that I’ve lost five pounds – not much over five months, but my joints feel great, loose and supple. When I told others about my new health regimen, I said, “It’s easy. Tom and I do the exercises together first thing in the morning, in bed.” Everyone laughed. I struggled to explain. The most important part of the program for me is that we do the exercises before breakfast. Exercise on an empty stomach seems to kick-start my sluggish metabolism for the entire day.

Our faith life functions in the same way. For nearly thirty years, I have started each day with God, through prayer, scripture and daily reflection. These exercises get my spiritual being rolling for the day. Similarly to my body, missing intentional exercise for my spirit means I don’t have the strength to resist today’s temptations, the stamina to withstand today’s trials or the gratitude to enjoy today’s gifts.

All you need for this spiritual program is a Bible, preferably one in modern English for ease of understanding, a book of daily reflections, and time. (I also need pen and paper.) It’s the time that is most difficult. Thirty years ago, I started getting up a half hour earlier than the rest of our household so that I could have special quiet time with God. At first, it felt like a huge sacrifice. Eventually, that time became a precious gift. Today, as I settle into retirement, once again I struggle with time. Often, I give in to my love for late nights and need to sleep in. I’ve learned that if I don’t start with God, the day disappears and I’ve never got back to my prayer time. My morning reflection time is a sacrifice as well as a precious gift. It’s well worth every single moment.

“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place where he prayed.” (Mark 1:35)

Worry

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I’m good at worrying. At night, sleep eludes me as I conjure up scenario after scenario. What if this happened? Or that? I’m like a dog chewing at a bone, a relentless and determined worrier.

Friends tell me to “let go and let God.” I know that’s good advice, but it’s not easy to follow. How can I trust God? God has given us the gift of free will? Free will means that my loved one can refuse God’s help. What then?

Because we love, we envision chaos that may never happen. It’s hard to accept the fact that we can’t make all the decisions for our precious child. When children are little, we can rush in and fix things. Once they are teenagers, our fixes are unwanted. Teens, in their desire for independence, can be cruel as they reject our well-intentioned efforts. They leave us with no alternative but worry. But we don’t have to worry alone.

I get up in the middle of the night, harassed by my fears and write a letter to God. I dump on God all my worries and all my wise solutions. The page full, I sit quietly waiting, waiting for help. It amazes me that God always answers. I hear. “Keep on loving. Love that child or friend, no matter what. You may have to declare some behaviour unacceptable, for it won’t help to be walked on. Still, keep on loving. Entrust the future to me, your God. I have a plan. Trust in me to work out that plan. I will never leave your loved one.” So I return to bed. In the morning, I may pick up that worry once again, but at least for a few hours, I have received God’s peace.

I give thanks to God that my worries draw me to prayer. The cycle of worry-prayer-peace has value for it keeps me in contact with God.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. (Philippians 4:6)

Sharing

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Early every morning, I sit in my favourite recliner chair, enjoying the warmth of our home, and look out the living room window to see beauty everywhere. A glass of fresh water sits on the table beside me. I know that when my meditation and prayer time is over, I will eat a healthy breakfast. I give thanks to God for the endless blessings in my life.

Over the past year, news stories have thundered out the plight of others in distant lands and here at home. We’ve heard about millions of refugees living in squalor in tent cities, desperate for clean water and a handful of rice. We’ve heard about the homeless wandering our cold streets, sleeping on hot air vents. The news has shown us the Philippines, with homes flattened or destroyed by flash floods, and people swept to their death.

The Bible tells us the story of King David, who had won his wars and settled down in his magnificent cedar palace surrounded by luxuries. King David looks out over the city and says to Nathan the prophet, “Here I am, living in a house of cedar, while the ark of God remains in a tent.” (2 Samuel 1:1)

God responds through Nathan with “Your offspring will build a temple for me. Your calling is to be a great and compassionate leader for my people.”

King David’s experience speaks to us as we sit in the luxury of our secure and warm home. God calls you and I to care for God’s people. We cannot remove all the poverty, homelessness, and pain in this world, but we can provide food for at least one person, one night’s lodging at the local shelter for the homeless, one tent or one blanket for a refugee in a far off land. Out of our abundance we can do something. We are called by God to bring hope to this world through sharing our blessings. That’s our job. Let’s do it.

“Little White Lies”

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Back erect, face shining with satisfaction, my friend strode toward me. “How do you like it?” she asked, as she tossed her head. Her wispy hair sort of flopped across her face. “Isn’t it just like the TV ad for that shampoo, where the woman lets her hair swing freely?”

No, I thought, not really. Yes, you needed to cut off your thin lanky hair that never looked washed. But cut off short so it could frame your face. This just makes your face look long and horsey. Will I lie, and say, “you look beautiful”, or will I tell the truth?

As a child I learned about the Ten Commandments. God’s ten special laws were carved in stone. I knew a stone once broken could not be repaired without at least a big scar. As a teenager, I learned that lying meant loss of trust. Repairing that trust left a big scar in me, as well as in my parents. In time I developed the habit of answering a direct question with the truth, the whole truth, even when I knew I’d be in trouble.

Today, truthfulness is one of my core values. I don’t want to succumb even to the “little white lies” told because I don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings. Therefore, on this particular day I bought myself some time by saying, “Turn around. Let me see the back.” She twirled. I thought. Once again, her excited eyes met mine. I pasted on a smile and offered, “Wow, what a chic haircut. It must be a big change. What gave you the courage to cut off your long hair?” Happily, she told me all the details. Twirling a second time, she danced off to someone else.

I heaved a sigh of relief. I knew it wasn’t necessary to ruin her joy and yet, I also know that it’s the tiny steps we take that carry us off in a direction we don’t want to go. Little white lies, become lies of expediency, become the end justifies the means, become intentional deceit, become…We can always find a reason to avoid being truthful. Therefore, I encourage you to keep the commandment, “Thou shalt not lie.”

“Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue lasts only a moment.” (Proverbs 12:19)

Wrinkles

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In a book titled “Laugh Yourself Healthy,” I found this wise saying: “If you laugh a lot, when you get older your wrinkles will be in all the right places.” At first, I thought about the “crow’s feet” wrinkles we call laugh lines that form around the outer edge of our eyes. With deeper thought, I recognized the wrinkles that form in our hearts from events that happen in our lives.

One summer night, when Tom and I were first going together, we got lost on a remote country road in northern Ontario. For some reason, instead of becoming angry or frightened, all the silly jokes about men refusing to ask directions began to march through my brain. Laughter bubbled up inside me until it burst forth. Tom pulled the car over to the side of the road. “You’re not angry?” he asked, his face full of surprise.

“No,” I answered. “Anger won’t help.”

“Thank you. You’re wonderful,” he said, and smiled. He pointed at the sky. “There’s the north star. We want to go west, so I’ll turn left at the next side road. That should take us back to the highway.” Sure enough, within five minutes we were on a paved road with signs directing us to the next town. That experience has been foundational for our relationship.

Laughter helps. We remember the times we laughed till we cried and our sides ached. Such moments of blessing leave us refreshed and exhausted. Scientists’ studies have proven that laughter brings healing.

Since I struggle to remember jokes, I have decided to start each week of 2012 reading in “Laugh Yourself Healthy” until I find a joke that causes me to at least chuckle. I will write it down and share it as often as possible. After all, I know I enjoy people who bring laughter into my life. And I know wrinkles are inevitable. They might as well appear in all the right places.

“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22 NIV)

Instant Connections

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“Just text me, Grandma,” I’m told. Technology keeps us connected. Letters have been replaced by instant e-mails. We celebrate being able to Skype our children in

China

and see them as we talk. My daughter calls home on her cell phone, as she walks to the remote parking lot where her car is parked. We like the illusion of safety it gives her. Today’s connected world is expensive, yet we are willing to accept the cost, for we know the advantages it brings.

From the beginning of time, God has been offering this instant connection ability.

Look around you and soak in God’s Word offered through the extravagant gift of nature. Experience the wonder of God’s healing power, every time you see a scrape heal, a broken arm mend. With the invention of the printing press, God’s message through the printed Word reached an ever widening audience. Always, God’s ear has been tuned to our prayers; God’s voice has spoken in our minds and through other people. Connection with God requires no monthly internet fee, but it does cost. To benefit from our ever-present connection to God, we must invest our time and attention. We have to plug in. We have to open our eyes, ears and minds to our God channel.

In 2012, I challenge all my readers to open up every connection possible with God. Begin each day with a simple prayer like, “Open me to see, hear, know the blessings you have for me today.” End each day with God, identifying even the smallest joys and giving thanks. That’s one minute, twice a day. Over time, you’ll find yourself consciously searching for God’s messages of affirmation, guidance, joy. Connect to God. It’s easy. No battery required. Connection guaranteed.

"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you. See? I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.” (Isaiah 49: 15-16)

A Christmas Reflection

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On Christmas Eve, we watch the church fill with people. Eventually, every seat is taken. There are even people standing at the back. For at least one evening, we respond to God’s call. Reluctantly or joyfully, we come to celebrate and give thanks for the birth of Jesus. For a few moments, we are one in our desire for that joy symbolized by the Christmas story. Influenced in some way, no matter how small, by the life and work of a simple carpenter, two thousand years ago, we gather to sing and to pray and to find hope for our aching world.

The scarlet poinsettias speak of the pain and spilled blood of our faith story. The words of our songs and scriptures tell of a baby, born in humility, who walked as God among us, teaching, healing and loving. The story continues as shepherds, kings, and angels crowd around the child. The flickering candles remind us that faith and hope are fragile. We depend on God to remain strong, to know joy in the midst of life. We give thanks for a baby, a blessing given freely by God who loves all of this world.

This Christmas Eve, as you sit in church or at home, open your eyes to see the beauty of God’s Son shining from the faces of those around you. Open your mind to experience the wonder of God’s child in every person you meet on the street. This Christmas you’re asked to hold in your heart this precious baby, in whatever form he comes – a homeless man, a depressed woman, a laughing child, a determined teen - not just for one night, but for always. When we do, our world will truly find peace.

”So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room in the inn.”

(Luke 2: 4-7 NIV)

Mary Did You Know

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When my children were born, I had many hopes and dreams for them. Today, each one works with young people teaching, offering healing. They have far exceeded my wildest dreams for them. I give thanks to God every day for the blessing of their lives and love.

“Mary Did You Know,” a beloved Christmas song, asks, “Mary did you know that your baby boy…” would heal people, calm storms, teach, preach, and give his life for the world? Mary believed her son was a special child of God, the long awaited Messiah who would lead her people to freedom. Yes, Jesus far exceeded her wildest dreams for him.

Each and every child that is born, male or female, is a special child of God. Each baby begins with the God-given potential to bring joy and healing to our world. We cannot see into the future. We don’t know what wonder or pain awaits a new baby. Like Mary we are called to love each child and believe “with God, all things are possible”.

The news tells us about the lost children, the difficult ones. On the street we see strangers who appear different from us. They come packaged as young people pierced and sullen, or adults tough or lost. Society has taught us to fear them, to turn away. In his day, people feared the itinerant preacher, Jesus. With hindsight, we can see the wonder and joy that Jesus has given us. As Christians, we know the acceptance and forgiveness he brought and still brings to the pain and misery of our hurting world.

This Christmas, as we prepare to celebrate Jesus’ birth, remember that each new baby, each child, each adult has been born with the potential to bring goodness to our world. Open your heart to receive that goodness at every opportunity.

“My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me. Holy is his name.”

(Luke 2:46-49)

Let's Get It Right!

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Many of us try to get everything right at Christmas. Those in charge of cooking endeavour to prepare the most sumptuous feast of the entire year. In our effort to choose “the right gift,” plan the “best party,” do “the right thing” that will keep everyone happy, we get buried in the work of Christmas. The celebration becomes a mountain of expenses and a valley of exhaustion. We declare, “Christmas is ruined. Society has commercialized it. Let’s run away. Let’s not celebrate at all.” For Christians escape is not an option. The celebration of Jesus’ birth is second only in importance to the celebration of Easter. What then can we do?

On our front lawn, a spot light illuminates the word “JOY”. The “O” carries the silhouette of the Christmas nativity, announcing Jesus’ birth. Many years ago, a friend, shared his creative gift with wood, by making this for me. When the preparations and celebrations of Christmas leave me exhausted, this beautiful piece of art reminds me that two thousand years ago, God came in Jesus and changed the world.

At Christmas, I give gifts because I am grateful for God’s love, because I want to share the abundant blessings I have been given. I celebrate at parties because I am called to share the Joy of knowing God’s love and forgiveness. There is no “right” to our Christmas celebration. We are carrying on the joy that began with a carpenter, who through us is still touching lives with God’s love. We are lighting up the world with the “Good News” of creation. To be the gift of Christmas is a “holy privilege.” There’s no right way to do it. We need only give in love. It’s God’s job to make it “right”.

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” (Luke 2:10-12)

Under Construction

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Winter brings relief from the constant road construction that slows down our journey. We want the convenience of smooth, uncongested roads without the frustration of time consuming delays and the vast expenditures of tax dollars required.

The Advent scripture readings begin with the prophet Isaiah saying, “Make straight in the desert a highway for our God.” Remove the rough spots, the places where you step away from God. Remove the hatred and the prejudice that have become mountains between you and others. Fill in the valleys of greed. Accept the freedom to share your bounty with others. Smooth out the rough road of busyness and dissatisfaction with prayer and gratitude. Put your life under construction.

Yes, construction is expensive. Changing your life requires energy. You will have risk looking at your dearly held prejudices. Lay them down to love and accept all people. You will have to receive the wisdom that comes from holding out your hands in forgiveness to those who have hurt you. You’ll have to open your eyes and hearts to the pain of others. Your family and friends may lose patience with you. Construction is like that.

This Christmas season, instead of crying out to God to smooth out your life, listen to the prophet Isaiah. Begin your own construction company. Believe you can do it because of God’s promise to love you and support you. God will provide the friends, the bulldozers and the strength you need to get the job done. This Christmas, be ready for the birth of the Christ child in your own heart.

A voice of one calling: “In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all people will see it together. (Isaiah 40:1-5)

The Amazing V (Part I)

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I watched a giant “V” float steadily across the sky like a well trained army platoon. The geese know winter is coming, I thought.

Why are Canada Geese so disciplined? Science tells us their “V” formation increases the flight efficiency of the entire flock by seventy-one percent. The leader flies out front, breaking the wind and showing the way. The rest, flying in formation, enjoy the slip stream of the bird in front of them. Tired, the leader rotates to the back and another flies forward. There is no need to become exhausted. When a goose leaves the formation, he feels the resistance of the air and the difficulties of flying alone. Quickly, he returns to take advantage of the flock’s power.

“I believe in God, I just don’t need the church. I can worship God anywhere. Why bother with church, God and I are fine on our own.” Over the years, I’ve heard these words often. Yes, one person, like one goose, can live well, caring for others, and loving God. Alone we can know our destination and eventually get there.

Jesus gathered a group around him. He didn’t do his ministry alone. He knew the value of flying in the slip stream, alternating leadership. He knew that the group is not only more efficient but easier and more fun. We call his group the church. It is our “Amazing V”. We have learned that sharing our problems, leaning on one another and learning from one another increases our abilities, and our joy by much more than seventy-one percent. Try it, for a year. Enjoy the strength of work shared.

“As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. ‘Come, follow me,’ Jesus said, ‘and I will send you out to fish for people.’ At once they left their nets and followed him.” (Matthew 4:18-20)

Why This Ritual?

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At church, I listened, as two people read the names of our Canadian soldiers who have died in

Afghanistan

. Those names represented men and women - mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, children - all of whom were loved by their families and friends. And the list went on and on and on. With each name came the message, our wonderful, young Canadians are giving their lives, not that we might be free here in

Canada

, but that the world might be free. They are fighting to end the oppression in a far away country.

Today, Remembrance Day rituals, born out of the wars of the past, have taken on a new significance. Another one of our soldiers died last week. Although we don't feel endangered living in

Canada

, our armed forces face danger every day.

I personally struggle with the whole concept of war. Yet I cannot ignore the oppression, the violence, the pain in far off places like Afghanistan. Our Bible, through the words of St. Paul, tells us "when one suffers we all suffer." We cannot close our ears to the cries of fellow human beings no matter where they live.

Our freedom, here in Canada, is not guaranteed. It is as fragile as our caring for one another. It is as fragile as life itself. We need this Remembrance Day ritual, not just to remember the past, but to help us make sense of the present. This ritual tells us once again, to practice peace every single day of our lives.

How Many Lives Shall I Touch Today?

2011-11-01T05:29:00.000-07:00

Some mornings when I first wake up, I do some stretching exercises. Often I find an excuse that allows me to skip them. After all, they aren’t rigorous enough to be part of a weight loss or muscle building program. Besides, it takes at least a week before I notice the stiffness creeping into my back and hips.

Living our Christianity, like daily exercises, requires intentionality. In my daily devotional reading I found this poem written by a person named “Jones”.

“How many lives shall I touch today?

How many neighbors will pass my way?

I can bless so many and help so much,

if I meet each one with a Christ-like touch.”

How many lives shall I touch today? Most of us come in direct contact with an entire crowd of people in any one day. Think about it: family, friends, co-workers, shop-keepers, restaurant workers, doctors, computer connections, strangers …

Being intentional about our interactions with people can add to the total love and joy in this world. Offering the waitress a word of praise can make a difference for her, and for all who hear you. A word of encouragement for a complaining teenager warms your heart and hers. Pausing to listen when a co-worker speaks of concerns or celebrations starts a wave of good feelings that emanates outward. We know this, and yet we get so wrapped up in ourselves, our concerns, our impatience, we forget.

During your morning exercises, prayers, or coffee, tally up the people you will be touching today. Follow this with a short prayer, asking God’s help in making each touch a Jesus touch of joy and love. Over time, this exercise will make a difference in your life and in this world.

“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it.” (Hebrews 13:2)

The Right Brand

2011-10-23T18:06:00.000-07:00

Today society says “your brand is everything.” Even cities hire marketing experts to give them just the “right brand,” so tourists will flock to their attractions and hotels. A well-known brand is more important then the value or even reliability of the goods and services.

Experts tell me I need to develop my brand, so I can sell my books on the internet. Much thought has left me with words like gentle, new perspective, Good News. None of these will sell books in this society that wants desperate tragedy, extreme sports, all the right answers. My reputation as a caring pastor won’t do it, nor even my record of having sold books to satisfied readers in the past. I have to have a “brand” that will catch the attention of the public.

In some ways, “Christianity” is a brand that represents those of us who follow Jesus. The problem with this brand is that it has lost a lot of its original meaning. Too often, people hear the word “Christian” and think bigoted, judgmental, or exclusive. Jesus commanded his disciples to love God and love one another. Christians are called to be loving, giving, caring people committed to serving as the hands and feet and heart of Christ in this world. . As the song tells us, “They will know we are Christians by our love.” That is a brand that sells well but is hard to live.

It is easy to be like the student who heaved a great sigh as he read the bonus question on his sociology exam.

What is the name of the custodian who cleans your residence building? This man has provided faithful service to you and your fellow students all year. Appreciation and respect for those around you is one way to make a difference in this world.

The student pictured an older man pushing a broom up and down the halls. “He always smiled and spoke to me, but I never stopped to talk. He didn’t even exist for me.”

Jesus asked, “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?

The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”
Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.” (Matthew 10:36-37)

Everyday God

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Too often I talk with people who are worn out, exhausted, overwhelmed. Life has lost its meaning. The treadmill of busyness has taken over. “What happened to the fun?” they ask. “Even play times like catching a good movie, dinner out, watching the hockey game with friends, require such careful scheduling and determined “no’s,” that it’s hardly worth the effort. “How do I get my life under control?” is a major question in today’s world.

In his final speech in Springfield, Illinois, before going to Washington, Abraham Lincoln declared, “ The great God who guided me all my life must help me now. Without that assistance, I shall surely fail; with it, I cannot fail.” Lincoln was embarking on an awesome task. He looked to God, his constant companion all his life to provide wisdom and guidance.

We trust God for the huge tasks and the most painful obstacles in life, yet we assume that the daily tasks are totally our own responsibility. Without even thinking about God, we get them done. The grass is mowed; the cake baked; the report finished. We think we don’t need God in our daily routine. We forget that we believe in an everyday God.

Many years ago, I learned a very important secret. The Lord is my shepherd not just through the tough times, but every day through all the mundane stuff. When I begin each day seeking God’s Grace, I fly on the Holy Spirit. Blessings surround me. I notice the smile of the store clerk. I hear the praise that is offered me. My laughter increases. My stress decreases. Yes, I still have a thousand things to do, but God has given me this precious day full of joys and challenges

Life can be like eating peas with your knife. You can do it even though the peas keep sliding off, and you cut your tongue once in a while. When you add God, it’s like adding a fork and spoon. You fly on the Spirit. With God, Grace abounds.

“The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want…” (Psalm 23)

The Burning Bush

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`This is the season for the Sumac to show its splendour. For me, it’s at its best when the top of the leaves are green and the undersides have already turned that brilliant red. I attempted to catch the amazing effect of the sun shining through the green to the fire beneath with my camera.

We drive down the road and exclaim, “Wow, that’s beautiful”. Then we keep right on going, our busy day calling us onward.

In the Bible story of the burning bush, Moses followed his curiosity and stopped to investigate. He met God. “Take off your shoes,” God said, “You’re standing on Holy ground.” I think Moses had an advantage. He walked in a dry and dusty land where scraggly bushes dotted the landscape. The burning bush was hard to ignore.

This wonderful country of ours, with its fertile soil and sparkling lakes, is truly Holy. We forget to stand in awe, maybe because we are sated with its beauty and peacefulness. Moses was curious. Too often we respond with apathy. We let the wonder of our world slide by in a blur, as our cars rush down the highway.

When Moses stopped and took off his shoes, he opened himself to God. In the story, God gives him a job, a big job. “Lead my people out of slavery,” God says.

Is that the reason we refuse to stop and let the glory of creation enfold us? Are we afraid that God might give us a job, too?

Moses was certainly afraid. “I can’t,” he responds. “I don’t speak well. Pharaoh won’t listen to me.” So God tells him to take his brother, Aaron. with him. He didn’t have to do it alone. Not only did he have Aaron’s help, but God was with him, offering wisdom and power.

We, too, can risk stopping to soak in the beauty of our world. We can risk meeting God, for God does not expect us to work alone. With any task God sets before us, if we open our eyes and hearts to God, there will always be at least one person to help if not more. And of course God will be with us.

Over the next week, pull off the road and stop. Check out the beauty around you. Enjoy the feast of God’s creation. Take a risk and experience the holy.

Doing Nothing Makes a Difference

2011-09-24T16:33:00.000-07:00

In Somalia people are dying ofstarvation as they flee their country in search of food. What can you and I dowhen tragedy strikes for someone else, down the street or across the world?

For tragedies close by, we send acard, bring a casserole, offer to help in very tangible ways. When thenewscasts are insistent about situations far away, we choose to give money, oreven travel to offer our God-given talents, rebuilding homes, digging wells,etc. Always we can pray, sending our love to bring healing.

Doing nothing is also making achoice. When we ignore the plight of others, our lack of action makes adifference. Disaster, hunger, oppression can become fertile seed beds forgrowing hatred and terrorism.

For me, life on this earth can beunderstood as an intricate and precious tapestry. Each strand that is wovenbelongs to a life and has an essential place in the entire pattern. Without it,the strength of the pattern would be broken. How I weave my strand is up to me.When I take action to help others, my choice brings beauty, not just to mysection of the tapestry but to the whole panel. When I choose to ignore theneeds of others, my strand flatlines, shrinks, its riotous colour fades. Theentire picture suffers.

St. Paul describes our lives as part of abody. “If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored,every part rejoices with it. (1Corinthians 12: 26)

Like a stone dropped into a pail ofwater, there is a ripple effect from our every action and non-action. Eventhough only our small area of the tapestry is visible to us, we must neverforget that "doing nothing" will have an effect too.

Turtle

2011-09-18T19:46:00.001-07:00

The other day, my oldest grandson,Chris, found a large snapping turtle huddled in the middle of a busy highway.Fearing for its life, Chris put the turtle into a box in the back seat of hiscar. When I saw the turtle imprisoned in that box, Icould only imagine its fear and frustration. I’m sure it didn’t feel rescued,until Chris set it free in a nearby swamp.

“That turtle,” Chris said, “wouldhave been killed. What did it see on the other side of the highway? What did ithope to gain by retreating under its shell? The cars would have crushed it.”

Often we’re like that turtle. Wemake decisions that take us into danger. Teens choose drugs or skip schoolbecause it sounds like a great time. Adults cheat on their income tax becausethey’re sure the government is wasting their money. We say yes to one morething because we’re sure no one else will do it. We step out on that busyhighway. We start across and the danger seems to come out of nowhere. We don’thave a shell to huddle in. What can we do?

Like my grandson’s turtle, we needhelp – compassionate hands to pick us up and carry us to safety. We cry out toGod. The wonder of life is that God doesn’t zip past too busy to notice. Godcomes to us in our friends and in strangers. The difference is that we have thechoice. God has created us with free will. Therefore, God stands there, armsreaching out to us. God searches for a crack, even just a weak spot, deep, deepdown in the most reluctant soul. God seeps in and carries us to safety. LikeChris, God sets us free to try again. Regardless of the foolishness of ourmistakes, God is always there, loving us, ready to give us a new beginning.

“There will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner whorepents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need torepent.” (Matthew 15:7)

Sunsets

2011-09-08T19:03:00.001-07:00

We paddled down the lake andstopped for a few moments to visit with friends. Behind us the sun slippedlower. “We must go,” I said, “it’s almost time.”

Tom and I turned the canoe andcruised straight into a glorious sunset. Grey clouds edged with pink radiatedout from the horizon, inviting us in. I checked behind me. Scattered across thesky, deep rose clouds stretched out like comfy arm chairs. When I turned back,the entire sky glowed with colour, silver, gold, pink, blue. Right in thecentre of a fluffy cloud streaked through with purple hovering at the horizon,an angel surrounded with golden light appeared. “Look,” I cried and pointed. Werested our paddles and stared. ‘Three minutes, five minutes, the coloursshifted, the brilliance darkened. Slowly, the angel shape began to change.Seven minutes and it had become a white cross in a dark cloud. Ten minutes andit was gone.

Sunsets are one of God’s everydaygifts of extravagant beauty. Some arespectacular, some just a golden glow. All last ten maybe fifteen minutes andthey are gone. Yet as we watch, time stops and our worries cease. We areenveloped in the presence of God. In the Bible the Psalmist says, “When Iconsider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, whichyou have set in place, what is humankind that you are mindful of us, humanbeings that you care for us?” (Psalm8:3-4)

I encourage each of you to make adate with a sunset at least once a week. Regardless of your schedule and/oryour worries, give yourself a few moments of amazing beauty. Surrender to God’sfree gift and give thanks. It will change your life.

Living Well

2011-09-01T18:58:00.001-07:00

Last week, thorns jabbed through my work gloves as we pruned the roses. It seemed as if the plants were fighting back. With each scatch I received, I heard the roses cry, “This may be good for me, but it hurts. I know I’ll be healthier, stronger, more beautiful but the pain is unbearable. Leave me alone.”
We human beings also require pruning. In order to keep us strong and healthy, God sometimes uses the shears of logical consequences, the knives of reality to clear away our dead wood ideas based on false beliefs, old hurts, failures, anger. Like the roses, we reach out with our thorns and yell at God, “Leave us alone. This isn’t fair.” It’s only later, when the deadwood is gone that we realize the good God has brought forth in us. With room to breathe and to lift our branches to the “son”, we have new life.
Not every hurt we endure begins as part of God’s pruning, but out of every hurt God can bring us new life. That’s a difficult concept to understand. In our pain, it makes no sense. Yet, our faith asks us to trust God, to believe that God the master gardener will work to bring beauty even out of the darkness.
St. Paul said, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus... For I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well-fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.” (Philippians 4: 6-7, 12-13)
My friend Ellen, age one hundred, lives this trust. She says, “This is where I am in life. I will accept it and live the best I can.” Like St. Paul, in this trust, she finds God’s peace and strength for learning and living well.

"I Can Do Anything. I'm wonderful."

2011-08-21T13:46:00.001-07:00

The best thing about retirement is waking up in the morning without an alarm. Oh yes, I still wake up at 6:30 but now, I don’t have to get out of bed till I’m ready. I can lie there and luxuriate in that time between waking and sleeping. For me it feels like a moment of paradise with God. It’s a creative time.
One morning last week, as I awoke, I heard myself declare out loud, “I can do anything. I’m wonderful.” My husband stirred in his sleep, flopped his arm over me and whispered, “I love you.” Those words stayed with me all day. I believe that God was giving me a message.
The night before, I had been feeling overwhelmed. Life was too busy. The challenges had grown beyond my ability to cope. I wanted to give up. My night time prayer had been filled with moans. “I’m exhausted, God. I can’t do it. I’m just one person.”
When I had my personal counseling business, I told clients who were feeling inadequate, overwhelmed, beaten by life, to practice the following exercise. “At least five times a day, look in the mirror and say, “God loves me. I am wonderful. I can do anything.” The exercise had amazing results. Depressed, defeated people who followed my instructions found new life.
Last week, God reminded me to follow my own instructions. And so, I offer them to you. If you’ve been feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, a failure, change the message you’ve been giving yourself. God does love you. You are wonderful. With God, you can do anything. Add God’s power to your life.

“So God created humankind in God’s own image, in the image of God, they were created; male and female he created them…God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. (Genesis 1: 27, 31)

Night Driving

2011-08-10T19:25:00.000-07:00

At my age, driving at night is not as easy as it used to be. The car lights coming at me are almost blinding. My car’s lights seem dimmer, the outside darker. My driving experience helps, but the bottom line is that I work harder to see in the dark today than I did twenty years ago.
Night driving reminds me of the journey of faith. Young eyes seem to see God clearly. A young child, busy with her crayons was asked, “What are you drawing.”
He answered, “God”.
“I’m not sure I know what God looks like,” the adult responded.
The child looked up and smiled. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you will as soon as I finish this picture.”
Children don’t have to turn on their bright lights and peer into the darkness. They know that God is there with them. They know God can be trusted. Adulthood brings a consciousness of the darkness around us. We see the problems in the world. We question God’s love. We tend to focus on the darkness, so we keep turning up our headlights hoping that we’ll be able to see God. We forget that God is there with us, supporting us, guaranteed. Even though we cannot understand everything that happens, we are not alone. God is with us. Thanks be to God.
“Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” (Mark 10:15”

Do What Is Possible.

2011-07-31T19:45:00.001-07:00

We worry about the people we love. We share our wisdom, sometimes even in lecture form. If that fails, we make rules. We do everything we can to help our child, our brother, our spouse, our friend. In the end our loved ones make their own decisions. We cannot make another person choose wisely. Even though we see the pit yawning ahead, we cannot force another person to turn aside. That’s tough, because we’re left to watch the disaster happen.
What does our faith have to say to us when we feel powerless to save or rescue our loved ones? In her book of daily reflections, Glimpses of Grace, Madeline L’Engle offers this advice: “Our job is to take care of the possible and trust God with the impossible.”
I applied this principle to a concern I have with a friend. During my prayer time, I said to God, “Okay, I’m to take care of the possible. What is possible for me in this situation? What can I do for this person?
The answer came immediately. “Love him. You can love him.”
“Of course I can love him,” I responded. “I have loved him since the day he was born. Even today when he is making choices that will bring him pain, I love him. That’s easy, but, my love won’t force him to make good choices.”
Therefore, I applied the second part of Madeline L’Engle’s advice. “Trust God with the impossible.” Of course, I thought. I’ll give him to God. Jesus said, “I will be with you always, even unto the end of time.” (Matthew 28: 20) When I trust God with the impossible, I must let go of my need to bring about my friend’s transformation. God and he will figure it out. And whatever happens I can trust that he is God’s precious child, and God will never abandon him.
Following this principle is a struggle, but when I do, I find peace for my soul.

Power and Water

2011-07-15T17:23:00.000-07:00

Power outages are becoming more and more common and lasting longer and longer. For country dwellers, lack of electric power to run our well pump means no water. Yes, we have bottled water available for purchase so our drinking supply is limited only by our dollars, but daily showers don’t happen. Healthy hand washing becomes burdensome at best. Worst of all, toilets don’t flush without water, so we walk or drive to get water and bring it home. After four days, I’m ready to move to a hotel where the electricity works and water is plentiful.
Four days without water, and the plight of those around the world who walk several kilometers to the nearest well for a bucket of water, begins to take on some reality for me. Not just for a few days till the power is restored, but every day of their lives, they are limited to the water in that bucket. The blessing of water, to drink, to wash, to clear away our human waste is beyond measure. Regardless of the trouble and pain that invade our lives, we can be grateful that we have easy access to clean healthy water.
We can derive two “learnings” from that gratitude. First, we need to care for our precious water. At times it feels as if environmentalists are brow beating us with the message – conserve water – care for it – don’t waste it. These last two power outages have jerked me out of my apathy. I need to listen to their wisdom.
Second, God calls us to share our blessings with those who have none. We can and must support nongovernmental organizations that dig wells in far off countries.
Yes, this spring we’ve learned it’s inconvenient to live without electricity, but access to electricity is not essential to human life. Access to water is.
Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” (John 7:38 NIV)

Hope

2011-07-02T07:11:00.000-07:00

During the month of June, high school students say “I hope I pass my exams” or “I hope I get that eighty average I need.” Worried parents hope their child will make the right choices in life. The unemployed hope this next interview will result in a job offer.

Psychologists tells us, Hope is essential for the human Spirit. When we lose all hope, suicide becomes a welcome escape. As a Christian, I place my hope in God. Over the years, I have developed a four step process that carries me through difficult situations.

1. Prepare – Research, study, get ready for life’s tasks
2. Pray – Thank God for this opportunity, no matter how difficult. Ask
God for help.
3. Proceed trusting in God and giving my absolute best.
4. Pray – The job done, the experience over, give responsibility for
results to God.

These “Four P’s” give me hope. I’ll never forget my despair, when driving to the home of a couple whose eight year old girl had been killed in an unusual accident. I was overwhelmed. What did I have to offer in the midst of this tragedy? I wanted to run like Jonah in the opposite direction. How could I hope to help these grieving parents. I stopped the car along the road to pray.

“God, my only hope lies in you. You got me into this. You called me to ministry. I’ve had years of training and experience, yet I’m not prepared. Show me what to do and say because I’m lost. I’ll give my best, and my hope is in you. Use my efforts Lord, in Jesus’ name. Amen”

Theologian Henri Nouwen wrote, “Hope is willing to leave unanswered questions unanswered and unknown futures unknown. Hope makes you see God’s guiding hand not only in the gentle and pleasant moments but also in the shadows of disappointment and darkness.” (p.60)

In God, there is hope even on the worst or the best of days. For that I am truly grateful.

"Prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on God’s Grace to be given you … (I Peter 1:13)"

Fathers

2011-06-16T04:48:00.000-07:00

Why celebrate Father’s Day, especially in this world where so many families are split? Life experience has taught me much about Dad’s role in the family.
When Dad spends time with his children, they feel loved.
What Dad thinks about something is important.
What Dad does is to be copied.
Even when Dad is supercritical, uninterested, abusive, rejecting, his children continue to hope, to want Dad to care for them, to love them. Social scientists tell us that all too often children grow up to be just like their father. We celebrate Father’s Day because Dads are important.
Some Dads leave the responsibility for faith nurture to Mom. In my work, I have visited many couples to talk about their child’s baptism. All too often Dad would say, “I’m not much for religion. Oh, I believe in God, but the church stuff, that’s my wife’s territory. Talk to her about that.” Dad may not actively work against Mom’s efforts to teach the Christian faith to their children, he is just absent – absent from church on Sunday’s, absent from any discussion of faith. I am never surprised when the child chooses to copy Dad, and turn away from the church or any other visible practice of faith.
We need to remember that Dad’s are an integral part of the family team, whether or not parents are living together. Celebrating “Father” is extremely important. Dad needs to be affirmed in the positive role he can be for his children. Fathers need encouragement and praise. Like Mothers, Dad’s play a pivotal role in their children’s lives.
On Father’s Day and throughout the year, pray for the Dads you know and those you don’t know. Prayer is not magic, but the love you offer will make a difference.

“Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.”
(Proverbs 1:8)

Sleep

2011-06-14T21:03:00.001-07:00

I woke up one morning feeling rested. Wow, I feel good, I thought. I looked at the clock – 6:30 a.m. My body had enjoyed seven and a half hours of rest. I could feel a thank you rising up from within me. What was unusual about this?
I may not be frugal with my money, but I am frugal with my sleep. I seldom am tucked in bed by eleven. Oh, I know I need sleep. It’s just that I usually have stuff to do every evening. When I finally say, that’s enough, I’m not ready to sleep. After my busy day, I deserve some relaxation time, so I surf the net, or play a game, or read. Suddenly it’s midnight or one a.m. Just a few more minutes, I say to myself. I’ll check my emails. Another hour passes.
Science tells me that when my body has sufficient rest, my mind is more alert. In fact, it’s easier to control my weight when I regularly get enough sleep.
Our Bible contains wisdom for living in relationship with self, with others and with God. Sometimes we leave ourselves out of the equation. St. Paul said that our bodies are God’s temples. As such, we need to experience sufficient sleep, maintain a healthy diet, and enjoy regular exercise. We’re not caring for God’s temple if we’re always exhausted. When we value everything and everyone more than ourselves, we can easily ignore our need for sleep. Caring for others, spreading the Good News, doing God’s will is easier when we’re rested. Best of all, sufficient rest means we can serve with a joyful heart, because sleep lifts our spirits. Shakespeare said, “Sleep precious sleep that knits the raveled sleeve of care.”

“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; 20 you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies. (I Corinthians 6:19-20)

A Great Conversation Starter

2011-06-01T10:58:00.000-07:00

Making small talk with strangers is not easy for many of us. When a young adult, the question, “What do you do for a living?” served me very well as a conversation starter. After my ordination to ministry, a problem developed when my question was turned back to me. As a single woman on the dance floor, I would answer, “I’m a United Church Minister.” Conversation stopped altogether. Not only could I see the expression on my dance partner’s face, I could feel his body stiffen, as he pushed me out to arm’s length. As soon as the song ended, he would politely return me to my seat. The judgment was made.

Countless times, I have heard, “You don’t act like a minister. You’re fun. You dance. You’re a regular person. It’s not just ministers/pastors who are judged. If we claim that we go to church regularly, eyes glaze over. We know they’re thinking, “Oh yes. You’re one of those.” Jesus ran into a similar problem. People said to him, “You can’t be a religious person. You have the wrong friends. You have too much fun. You forgive people…

I’ve been ordained for 22 years now, and one thing I’ve learned. When people step past their initial reaction, whatever it is, claiming my faith commitment opens doors. It’s almost as if the person has been waiting to have a conversation deeper than the weather, sports or the current reality show. When I have the courage to claim who I am, and the ability to relax and accept whatever reaction that entails, I often make a new friend, have an opportunity to increase understanding, and sometimes even to share my faith in God. Try it, you will be amazed.

“For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. So do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord…” 2 Timothy 1:7-8

Doubting Thomas

2011-05-23T18:07:00.000-07:00

The Bible story we call “Doubting Thomas” is one of my favourites. After his resurrection, Jesus appears to a gathering of his disciples. Thomas for some reason is not there. Maybe he’s out buying food, or running errands, or maybe in the disappointment and pain of Jesus’ crucifixion, Thomas has given up and gone home. When his friends report, “We have seen Jesus.” Thomas says, “Unless I put my fingers in the holes in his palms and my hand in his side, I will not believe.” Jesus comes to Thomas and offers his hands and side. Jesus gives Thomas what he needs.
Like Thomas, we struggle to believe, not just in Jesus’ resurrection, but also in God’s love and support of us as individuals. We say, “God doesn’t care about me. I’ll believe in God only when I experience God for myself.” What can we learn from this story?
Thomas is present with the group the second time Jesus appears. Too often, we reject all aspects of faith and stay away from those Christians and their crazy beliefs. God knocks on our door, pounds away, and we keep it slammed shut as tightly as possible. It’s hard to have an experience if we’re not present. Even with our refusal to co-operate, God persists. Sometimes, it takes a bomb to get us to open up; sometimes, Jesus just walks in through the locked door of our hearts.
Rest assured. Jesus will come and offer you what you need, just as he came to Thomas. Why not make it easy? Why not open your heart, gather with the church, choose to be present when the Lord comes.
“A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” (John 20:26-27)

Mother's Day

2011-05-09T20:09:00.000-07:00

“I didn’t know being a mother would be a life sentence. I expected two a.m. feedings to leave me exhausted, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I expected defiant two year olds to stretch my patience, but I knew that was just a phase. I expected my baby’s first day of school would be emotional, but I knew that too would pass. With my teenager, I expected a return to sleepless nights, defiant struggles for independence, and concern as first dates, first heart break, first jobs are begun. I knew, though, that even the teen age years would come to an end. Yes, I thought there would be a time when it would all be over. I thought there would be a time when I could let go of worry and responsibility.
As a grandmother, I know that time never comes. Whether our children are model citizens or drug addicts, we never totally lose the worry, the concern that comes with being parents. The joy and the heartache of motherhood is ours for a life time - a life sentence. We never stop loving our child, no matter what. We never give up hoping that our child’s life will turn around. We never totally let go of the pain that comes with any disappointment our child endures. I can only imagine Mary’s pain as she stood at the base of the cross.
For me, the best way of living this life of joy and heartache is knowing that I am not alone in motherhood. God is with me always. God comes to me through people, books, movies, animals, using whatever method necessary to open my heart to the Spirit’s strength and wisdom. In life, in death and even in motherhood, I am not alone. Thanks be to God.

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!” (Isaiah 49:15)

Loved Into Life

2011-05-02T17:10:00.000-07:00

From my seat in the choir loft, I watched a young man named John sitting quietly in the back pew. It was time for the offering. As one of the ushers stepped up to John, he smiled his beautiful smile, reached out his hand and dropped his coins into the plate. I realized I was witnessing one of God’s miracles.

Several years ago, Susan, John’s personal support worker, first brought him to church. John stumbled in, barely able to walk. He sat with his head down and made strange loud noises. Unable to connect with people, John required constant attention. Susan sat with him, taking him out when his sounds became too distracting. Since then, Susan, David and their teenage son, Timothy, have loved John into life. The journey started with Susan doing the job she was paid to do. She gave the severely disabled John respite care in their home. But Susan and her family stepped far beyond any required effort. I can only imagine the patience, courage and faith that they have poured into their ministry with John. John has been redeemed.
Walking will never be easy for him. He can still get carried away and make his strange loud noises. But John laughs, and his eyes are alive. The Sunday service over, I watched John walk out to the church hall, smiling and nodding to congregational members who spoke to him. His speech is limited to single words now and then. He greets my husband with, “Guitar”, because from the beginning, Tom has allowed John to hold his guitar.

I celebrate John. I celebrate Susan and her family, and their ministry of love; and I celebrate our welcoming congregation. God has received our small gift of acceptance and blessed us with being part of a big miracle. I’m sure that for Susan and her family, there have been, and still are, many times of frustration and exhaustion. With God’s help, they have persisted in loving John. For all of us, the harvest is amazing.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. (Galatians 6:9)

Journey's Nearly Over

2011-04-21T22:47:00.001-07:00

Go to "Heading Home" and scroll down to Thursday, for the next to last instalment on our trip.

Thy Will Be Done

2011-04-21T22:46:00.000-07:00

As I look toward Easter, I remember Jesus’ words that night in the Garden of Gethsemane, “Let this cup pass from me, yet not my will, but Thine be done.” When we pray “the Lord’s Prayer”, it is easy to slip past “Thy will be done”, giving it little consideration.
Our world seems filled with pain, sickness, natural disaster, violence. Our friends, our family and strangers make poor choices. We all experience unfair treatment. We pray, “Take this cup away, Lord. Make her choose the right path. Drag him back from his habit.” Unlike Jesus, we demand. We plead. We say more than, “Take this cup from me.” We tell God just what needs to be done. Too often, we forget the second part of Jesus’ sentence, “…not my will, but Thine be done.” We know Jesus carried his cross to Golgotha. When he submitted to God’s will, he suffered and died. Even though we live on this side of the resurrection, we get lost on Good Friday. We want our will not God’s.
Every time we pray, “Thy will be done,” we are submitting our lives to God, the Creator, our parent who loves us, delights in us, holds us in the palm of his hand. When the darkness seems to surround us, it is easy to lose sight of God in charge, of God’s strength, of God’s power at our fingertips.
We don’t know God’s plan for us. We only know the darkness of the moment. When the fog of fear surrounds us, so we can only see one step ahead, hanging onto our faith in God feels almost impossible. We forget that Jesus didn’t want to be crucified. “Abba, Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.” (Mark 14: 36) Even in his misery, Jesus placed his trust in God.
A sign we saw on a plaque in a kitchen specialty store in Fredericksburg Texas said, “Faith makes all things possible, just not easy.” Something important to remember.

Trip instalment

2011-04-16T21:40:00.003-07:00

Go to "Heading Home" for the latest on this long trip.

Travel Instalment

2011-04-14T11:08:00.000-07:00

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Salt Water

2011-04-14T10:52:00.000-07:00

When I have a sore throat, I gargle with salt water. I usually feel immediate relief, at least for a little while. As a little girl, my mother bathed my cuts in salt water before applying ointment and bandaids. “Yes, it stings a little,” she would say, “but it washes away the dirt, and the salt absorbs the infection.” Salt water does a lot of healing.
Too often little boys are told not to cry. “Don’t make a fuss. You’re okay. You’re too big to cry.” Both women and men often apologize for crying. “I’m sorry,” we’ll say, as we wipe away our tears, trying to hide our embarrassment.
Many years ago, I attended a grief workshop. A medical doctor told us that tears are absolutely necessary for good health. When we experience extreme stress, our bodies produce a particular toxin (poison). The only way to rid ourselves of this toxin is through tears. When people refuse to cry, the toxin often attacks us. That’s why people often develop cancer or other illnesses after a traumatic experience.
The salt water of our tears brings healing both physical and emotional. Women sometimes talk about needing to have a good cry. Films that move us to tears are good for us. Sometimes, we think we shouldn’t cry at funerals. We want to be strong. I believe that strength comes with our tears. It takes courage and strength to feel the love and the pain that comes when a loved one dies. Tears are part of God’s gift of creation, given I’m sure for their healing qualities. The shortest verse in the Bible is just two words. “Jesus wept.” I encourage you to remember that salt water does a lot of healing, whether it comes from a mighty ocean or a face streaked with tears.

“Jesus wept. Then they said, “See how he loved him!” John 11:34-36

Carving

2011-03-26T21:23:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine carved loons. Each knife stroke was purposeful. As he worked, slowly the loon emerged, exquisite in its detail, every feather distinct. Carving is an amazing craft. Our native people talk about releasing the image that is hidden in the wood, giving freedom to its soul. For the carver, there is peace and creativity; for the wood, or soap stone, etc. there is new life.
I received a story on the email one time about a monstrous stone laying on a young couple’s front lawn. In the beginning, the ugly stone was in the way. Too heavy to move, the young husband, a stone sculptor, began to chip away at this eyesore. Eventually, an exquisite elephant emerged, sleek and round, his trunk raised in victory. “How did you do it?” a passerby asked. The sculptor offered this simple answer. “I just chipped away everything that wasn’t elephant.”
Too often, we see others like that front yard stone, useless, ugly, unnecessary. “Let’s throw him away,” we say. “Put her behind bars, that’s what she deserves.” “Drugs and alcohol have ruined them. They’re useless.” Or “He’s so miserable, it’s impossible to love him.” God, the master carver, knows what is hidden within our being. God has created and loves us. God calls us to hold the vision of God’s beloved child in everyone we meet, including ourselves. Together with God, we can love away all that isn’t part of that vision. It takes time and skill. One person can never do it alone. But together, with each stroke of love, purposeful and caring, we will see emerge a person of beauty. It takes patience, determination, and trust in God. Remember Mary’s words, “Nothing will

Our Trip

2011-03-20T08:42:00.001-07:00

Hi everyone, I've added another installment on our trip. It's under trip 2.

Consumers?

2011-03-17T20:12:00.000-07:00

I believe that the advertising industry has done us a great injustice when they branded us as consumers. To consume means to use up, eat, demolish. Branding people in general as consumers encourages us towards greed and carelessness. Why bother to build the best product possible when it will just be consumed, refuse, to be thrown into the mounting trash heap? Better to produce something that will wear out, so we consumers can satisfy our unending appetites with yet another new product.
Years ago, I read Marlo Morgan’s book, “Mutant Message From Down Under”, the story of a woman’s time spent in the Australian Outback with a group of aboriginals. At one point, the whole group is hungry. They have gone many days without food. Suddenly, an animal appears in the desert. After the animal is killed, one of the aboriginals says, “We must use all of this animal. We will waste nothing, for it has chosen to give its life that we might live.” As we pick up a roast at the supermarket, we feel no connection to the animal from which it came. Offshore manufacturing has removed us from the joy craftsmanship. We flock to the dollar stores and big box bargains. Buy it; use it; throw it away, has become our mantra.
Are we really just users with voracious appetites? We march like a lawn mower across our world, chopping up everything in our path. We spit out the waste, taking for granted new growth, next week, irrespective of what we have left.
I believe we human beings are co-creators with God. We know how to cherish, respect, and value our world. We are God’s chosen children, created to care for this beautiful world, not consume it. We don’t have to accept the role we have been inherited from society. Consider the creation story as presented in “The Message”, a new version of our ancient Bible. “God spoke: ‘Let us make human beings in our image; make them reflecting our nature, so they can be responsible for the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, the cattle, and, yes, Earth itself, and every animal that moves on the face of the Earth.” (Genesis 1:26-27)

“Off the Top”

2011-03-13T19:21:00.001-07:00

One night not long ago, sleep eluded me. Frustrated, I made a cup of tea and sat down in my favourite chair. On the table beside me lay my Bible and my journal book. Might as well do my morning meditation now, I thought. At least that will be done.
The suggested reading for the new day was from Leviticus. “Do not reap to the edges of your field… Leave some for the poor.” (Leviticus 19:9-10) I mulled the words over. I’m not a farmer. What message does this scripture have for me? God spoke to me in the silence of the night.
First, I don’t have to claim every last drop of everything that is coming to me. Sharing is easiest when we do it off the top of the pile, not the bottom. Like the Biblical farmer who decided at the beginning that he would not harvest to the edges of his field, we too, can decide what percentage of our monthly or weekly income we will give to others through charity, church, or… I discovered years ago that giving off the top rather than leftovers will not leave me short. In fact, I never miss it, and I often end up with more.
The second message was make it easy for people to care for themselves. Leave the fruit growing at the edges of the field, so that those who are in need can harvest it themselves. Too often, we think about caring for others as giving to the poor. This passage says provide the resources, so that those who are in need can care for themselves.
I decided that I needed to miss some sleep that night. It gave me an opportunity to listen for God. I don’t recommend insomnia, but when you can’t sleep, try reading the Bible. Read a story or a few verses. Sit with them. Listen. God says some amazing things.

Namaste

2011-02-18T11:44:00.000-08:00

Children like words. Playing with sounds is how they learn to talk. Dr. Seuss books are cherished because he offers fun with words. As adults we are aware of the distinct vocabularies that come with each area of our lives. If we don’t know the meaning of “Internet, email, blog, twitter” we cannot function in the world of computers and internet. Teenagers develop their own language. When I was young something that was special, I identified as “neat”. My children call that same thing “cool”. My grandchildren call it “sick”. Words are important. Knowing the accepted vocabulary lets us “in”.

In my daily reading and reflection time, author Madeline L’Engle introduced me to a new word, “Namaste”. This traditional Hindu greeting, often used in Yoga has been adopted in the wider world. It’s spiritual meaning, simply stated is “the God in me, greets, understands, welcomes the God in you.” As Christians we believe human beings are created in God’s image – not just one or two people, not just myself and the people who think and look like me, but that humanity is created in God’s image. Therefore we can say, “Namaste”, the God in me greets the God in you.
Psychologists tell us that the words we use affect the way we think and act. If our vocabulary is riddled with words of harshness and violence, eventually our thoughts and actions will exemplify harshness and violence.
During the month of February, I suggest to you that at least silently within your heart, if not openly, you greet each person you meet with the word “Namaste”. Remember that embedded within each person, including you, is a spark of God. Fan the spark and find warmth.

“So God created humankind in God’s own image, in the image of God, he created them;male and female God created them.” (Genesis 1:27)

Relationships

2011-02-14T21:18:00.000-08:00

Social net working is the “in” thing today. With just a click of our mouse, we can collect friends which we encourage or delete. On the internet, we can simulate relationships. Why is living in “virtual reality” so appealing today?
“Virtual reality” offers the illusion of connection. On Face-book, I feel as if I am not alone. I can have relationships without responsibilities. If I write something on Facebook, and you are hurt, I don’t know. Even if you tell me, I can just wipe away our friendship. If I lie, you will never know. I can brag about hundreds of friends today. I can go away for months and no one cares.
Sometimes, we treat God as if we were Face-book friends. We pray, usually on the run, not always truthfully, expecting nothing. We arrive at church, ready to judge and criticize. The pastor’s message is obviously for someone else. Don’t ask me to do anything, I’m too busy. Let’s not hug or shake hands. After all it’s flu season.
The bottom line is that “virtual reality,” doesn’t cut it. Internet friendships don’t cut it either. It takes more than the click of a mouse, or a few words banged out on a keyboard to make a relationship. From Genesis to Revelation the Bible talks about living in loving real relationships, with God, others and ourselves, true relationships that require time, teaching, sharing, healing, truth. Life is not all joy, caring, accomplishment because human relationships are messy and often difficult.
St. Paul in his first letter to the Corinthians says that without the love relationship, words are no more than “a noisy gong”, faith means nothing, actions gain nothing. There is no simulation here, no control. St. Paul describes God’s relationship with you, and God’s vision of your relationship with God, others and self, as relationships that cannot be ended with the click of your mouse.
“Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth.” (I Corinthians 13:4-6)
During this month of February, I encourage you to pick up a Bible and read I Corinthians 13, every day. Yes, read the entire chapter. It’s short, only 15 verses. Even the slowest reader can whizz through it in less than five minutes. Let these famous words rest in your heart and become a part of your living. They will change your life.

Grief

2011-02-02T11:43:00.000-08:00

The phone rang at one a.m. Tom's sister Margie had died in a car accident. We stood in the darkness and looked outside at oursnow covered world and felt it’s coldness seep into my soul. Winter in Canada is often used as a symbol for grief.
When someone we love dies, our hearts become empty, vulnerable, like the great bare sticks we call trees that wave in the cold winter wind. Our frozen lakes and rivers appear as devoid of life as we feel. We’re alone and frozen.
Yet, new life is also a part of winter. We know there are buds hidden in the branches of those naked trees. Under that blanket of snow new life is hibernating. Hidden in the pain and loneliness of grief, God offers us new life. We come together at funerals, bringing memories, hugs and comfort. Tears flow. The life giving water of love is shared. Laughter bursts forth, God’s healing energy surrounds us. We celebrate the joys of the past, lament the pain of the present and prepare our hearts for the possibilities of the future.
God has created us with life’s seasons. Death is one of those seasons. Like winter, death carries the promise of new life, full of growth and beauty and joy. In this life, we can't see that new beginning. We know only the Bible message. "There will be no tears, no sadness, no troubles." Whether or not we can see or focus on that new life, it is there waiting for all of us.
In our grief, we hang on to the assurance that God’s new birth will come.

St. Paul said: I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. (Romans 8:18)

Trust

2011-01-26T10:17:00.001-08:00

On the way home from the East Coast a few weeks ago, we drove into a blinding snow storm. Outside the car windows, the world became a white wall. The road, a broad white sheet with ridges and stripes from the tracks of cars and trucks, offered no white or yellow lines to guide us. For six hours Tom piloted our little Honda Fit among transport trucks, vans and SUV’s, as slush and wind jerked us across the slippery surface. I prayed and tried hard not to give advice.
This was not a time for “back seat driving”, so I talked with God. “I’m trying to trust. I know my friends are praying for us. Is it our time, to leave this world God? My novel isn’t finished yet. Do you have more work for us to do?” Every time I looked up, my fear level rose another notch. Silently I chanted, “I’m trying to trust. I’m trying to trust.” Eventually, we drove through that storm onto bare highway. We survived without an accident and I am truly grateful.
The lesson for me is very clear. Trusting God requires determination. We often think or say, “Let go and let God.” Sounds simple, but it isn’t easy. Faith takes courage. When the going gets tough and life feels out of control, we stand in the shoes of the father who cried out to Jesus, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” (Mark 9:24) We struggle to hang onto our faith. We want to trust. We seek God’s help. That’s all God asks of us. That prayer will get us through the worst life has to offer.

Ripple Effect

2011-01-19T05:02:00.000-08:00

It’s January. The new year has begun. As always, in this part of the world, we start the year with the snow and cold of winter. Our trees are bare. Our part of the world is reduced to black, white and grey. Yet it is also a time of hope. Sleeping in the ground and on the branches of trees, are buds, resting and waiting for the birth of new life that will surely come. That promise is there whether or not we can see it. The same is true for people. God has created us, with potential. Even in the winter times of our lives, the buds are there, waiting to burst forth.
Writer and theologian, Madeline L’Engle, says “We are part of a vast world of relationships whether or not we want to be.” Everything we do, say or think affects our world in some way. We know that a smile or frown, loving or harsh words affect our inter - reactions with people. We forget that the results are passed from person to person to the farthest reaches of the world, through actual encounters, letters, emails and thoughts. Like a tsunami, the waves start out huge. As the waves disperse, the effect appears to be less. Yet even the tiniest ripple makes a difference, just as water dripping on a rock eventually bores a hole.
As you step into this New Year, begin each day with this prayer: “Lord help me to be a blessing to at least one person today.” Be intentional about bringing warmth to this world. Remember, God’s promise of new life is there, whether or not we can see it.

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.” (Philippians 4:4-5)

Directions

2010-12-30T09:05:00.000-08:00

In North America, we no longer ask for directions. Type your destination into Google’s “Get Directions” on your computer. A map magically appears. Your journey is laid out with a dark line, the distance and time all calculated. Some of us purchase a GPS system, and listen to “the voice”. “Turn left, drive three miles, turn right.” The voice even knows when you’ve missed a turn. Last summer, Tom and I chose to alter the path our GPS laid out. The voice was relentless. The tenth time it told us to “turn around at the next intersection,” we shut it off. These devices leave no room for independent thinking.
In just a few days, we will be stepping into 2011. Would it be helpful to have a GPS system or a Google map for life? I don’t think so. Life is not the shortest distance between two points. We may have our future carefully laid out, yet experience has taught us that there will be unexpected bends, forks, and obstacles in the road.
God has created us with a desire to discover and free will to make choices. God knows that we need much more than a GPS system or a Google map. God has given us the Bible, the experience of God’s people down through the centuries, and our Christian community. All of these provide guideposts for our daily living. Best of all, Jesus has promised to walk with us every step of the way. We are never alone. When we open ourselves to God, Jesus will comfort us and carry us through the twists and turns of life. Jesus is always within us nudging, pushing, strengthening, inspiring us to use our intellect and our faith for every step of life’s journey.
As you step into this New Year, I encourage you to remember Jesus’ words, “I will be with you always, even unto the end of the age.”
(Matthew 28:20)

Christmas Decorations

2010-12-24T13:16:00.000-08:00

Christmas Decorations
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For me, Christmas decorations are symbols of faith. The evergreen boughs of my Christmas tree remind me God is ever present with me. The lights call me to shine with the light of God’s love. Poinsettias add colour to dark corners and speak of the freshness and beauty of God’s creation. Nativity sets made of fine porcelain from Mexico, olive wood from Israel, and hand knitted by a friend, tell the Christmas story.
And then, of course, there are my angels. Over the years, friends have given me, black, brown, and white angels. I have angel children, musician angels, tall, short, fat and skinny angels, even an angel dressed in lace and ribbons
Angels in the Christmas story bring messages from God. An angel told Mary she would be the mother of God’s child. Joseph’s angel brought reassurance and the name “Jesus” for this child. The shepherds heard the angels say: “Fear not, for I bring you good news of great joy for all people.” For all people – Sometimes we miss those three important words. Joseph was warned by an angel to flee with Mary and Jesus into Egypt to escape the wrath of King Herod. Another angel warned the Wise Men to return home a different way for the same reason.
I love my angel collection, not only because it is beautiful and represents the love of friends and family, but because these angelic symbols remind me that God loves me and all of God’s children in this world. When I am feeling defeated and afraid, my angels speak Jesus’ words, “Fear not, I am with you always.”
Today and tomorrow, take a few moments to sit quietly with your Christmas decorations. Listen. They will bring God’s message to you, too.

“But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.” (Luke 2:10)

White Christmas

2010-12-19T20:48:00.000-08:00

Snow, we've got enough snow to guarantee a White Christmas. So we sit back and smile. In this part of Canada, Christmas and snow go together. Snow is not a part of the winter landscape in Bethlehem where Jesus was born. It may be chilly and rainy in that part of Israel, but snowfall happens only in the northern regions. Because we are human beings, we create the details of the Christmas story in our own image.
I have a friend who has collected nativity sets from all over the world. Each one has a Mary, a Joseph, a baby Jesus, three kings and some shepherds. But the similarity stops there. In some, the figures have shining black faces, some chocolate brown, some milky white. If we were trying to replicate the people of the Christmas story, most of the figures would have swarthy complexions. At least one, if not all of the kings would be black.
It’s not the details, but the story that is important. Jesus was born in an occupied country. His parents, struggling to obey the laws, made a long journey. They didn’t have enough money to bribe their way into the overcrowded inn. On the night of his birth, Jesus and his parents were homeless, relegated to the place where the animals slept.
Yet, even in this place, and under these stressful conditions, God acted. Jesus was born. To the celebration, God invited shepherds, at the time the lowest members of Jewish society, and Kings, their fine clothing and rich gifts out of place in that stable, or cave.
When we focus on the details that come from our culture, we miss the message. The ancient story tells us that God in Jesus was born into the world as we all are. People of every race and economic position are invited to celebrate Jesus and hear his message.

“While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room in the inn.” (Luke 2:6-7)

Getting Ready

2010-12-07T14:13:00.000-08:00

When our life-long friends were coming from Montreal to visit, Tom and I rushed around doing a last minute pick-up and cleaning of the house. On the night table in our guest room, I placed a book of short devotional readings, a box of Kleenex and a chocolate bar, because these friends love sweets. Last minute preparation for company is a tradition with me. When my children were young, they would help. Each of us had our own special job in the process. One time in particular, everything done, we had all flopped down to rest in the living room. My son, Brad, then about ten years old, said, “It’s a good thing we have company, Mom. Otherwise, the house would never get cleaned.”
Every year, many of us spend the Christmas season rushing around getting ready for the visits of family and friends. We buy or make gifts for our loved ones. We clean and decorate our homes, often placing the tiny figures of Mary, Joseph, shepherds, kings and baby Jesus on the mantel or a table. Even if we don’t call ourselves religious, we go to church at least on Christmas Eve.
Although we complain about all this extra effort, an amazing thing happens. At least for the Christmas season, many of us become infected with God’s Spirit of love. We smile more. We care more. Our hearts open up to the goodness in this world. I imagine God, standing with us in our preparations, and saying, “It’s a good thing you celebrate my birth among you every year. Otherwise, some of you might never let go of all your busyness and concerns to open your heart, even a crack, to welcome me.”
The Bible tells us, “Prepare the way for the Lord. Make straight paths for him.” (Matthew 3: 3)

We're Home

2010-12-06T18:59:00.000-08:00

Yes, we're home and grateful. We've had a grand trip. With the exception of about six hours of driving through a very heavy winter storm from Edmunston,Nova Scotia to Victoriaville, Quebec on the way home we had clear roads. At one point a giant transport truck passed our little car. Maybe he didn't see us in all the snow but he was certainly hogging about half of our lane. That was the most harrowing moment. Tom is an excellent driver and seems to have nerves of steel when the going gets tough. So we came through just fine. Tonight we're tired.
The book launch went well. Tattle Tales book store in Dartmouth is a wonderful place. Anne Webby the owner welcomed us and was tremendously accommodating. I met the children who modelled for the illustrations in our new book, A Place Called Home. We sold lots of books. That is always good. Yesterday, I told the story, "Melchie, the Third Wiseman" from my book, Can I Hold Him, at Bedford United Church. I worried that it might be a little long but even the children were captivated to the end. I do love telling my stories. We sold books at the church as well.
We had a grand visit with the Rhodes family. Tonight we are giving thanks for a super journey. Thank you to all who prayed for us. We felt wrapped in prayer the whole way, especially in the snow storm. Tomorrow, I'm telling the title story, Can I Hold Him, at Cambridge Street United Church. Hopefully we'll sell books there as well. Life is good and I'm glad that mine is busy and full of purpose. Anyway, that's my report. We're home, safe,sound and happy.

Travelling East - Total Luxury

2010-12-03T05:08:00.000-08:00

Day One,

We had a wonderful day. The sun shone. We floated over bare dry roads with little traffic, except of course in Montreal. Even there, only a few impatient drivers honked their horns at us. We slipped past the big city like a thief in the night. I wrote a meditation for the paper, worked on my novel, and began the process of learning my story. Tom drove, and drove and drove all the way. We spent last night in Edmunston, New Brunswick at the Quality Suites Inn. We surprised ourselves by arriving at eight o’clock Atlantic time. We had lots of time for a swim, the hot tub, and supper. We might have saved $20 by staying in a smaller place, but our aching stiff limbs were extremely grateful for the pool and the hot tub. We have realized that this is truly a holiday, yes, a working holiday, but a holiday too. Everyone at the hotel, the staff and even the guests in the hot tub were friendly and accommodating. With the sunshine this morning, and the beauty around us, we are reaping the benefits of prayer. Thank you to our friends for wrapping us in prayer for this journey. Today ends with Charlotte, Richard and Lindsay welcoming us in Halifax. The best part of this trip so far is the enjoyment that Tom and I have in each other’s company. This feels like another honeymoon. It’s good to be newly weds after 7 and one half years of marriage. We are truly blessed.

The halfway point

Our week is slipping away quickly. We’ve been welcomed with love here in the Rhode’s beautiful home. Yesterday, we slept in and had a lazy morning. That, of course, is a luxury we both enjoy. On Wednesday, we had picked up a stone chip in our windshield, so Thursday started with a trip to the auto glass place to have it repaired. The second stop was Tattle Tales book store. What a wonderful store. The owner Anne Webby welcomed us with open arms. We made plans with her for Saturday and left her three boxes of books. Back to Bedford we traveled to Bedford United Church. This large suburban church is beautiful. It’s minister David Hart, and I renewed our former connections. Once again we were welcomed with hugs and smiles. We went over plans for Sunday and then came back to Charlotte’s. Tom did all the driving. Charlotte had armed us with a book of maps for Halifax/Dartmouth. Since we did this in the middle of the day, traffic was light. Still Tom was tired when we got back and laid down for a nap while Charlotte and I visited.
Today we have a couple of errands, that’s all. I’ll work again on learning the story of Melchie, the Third Wiseman for Sunday. It’s the longest story in my book, Can I Hold Him, so I want to know it well. Charlotte showed us an article in Atlantic Books Today, by well known children’s author Sherry Fitch, on “Book Signing 101”. She was lamenting the woes for an author of sitting at a table watching people walk by who are avoiding even looking at your books, let alone you. Most people who have sat behind craft tables or at a home show understand that feeling. I’ve decided what happens tomorrow will be God’s gift. At this point we have had such a lovely trip, are enjoying our visit with friends, and met wonderful people. Tomorrow can only be gravy for such a sumptuous meal.
Tom and I are feeling wrapped in your prayers. We head home Sunday, and ask again for prayers of good weather. We offer blessings to all our friends and family back home.

Winter Travel

2010-11-29T18:09:00.000-08:00

We're going to Halifax and back in 6 days. Tom and I will have a good trip because we enjoy being together.The book launch will be fun. I'm looking forward to meeting the children who modelled for the illustrations. Sunday morning, at the church will be great. I love telling my stories. Travelling in winter carries risks. We're asking all our friends to pray for us. I love the snow everywhere but on the road. This trip feels like a lesson in trust. But then, all life is a lesson in trust. There are no guarantees, just faith.

Christmas Preparations

2010-11-25T12:44:00.000-08:00

Ever since Halloween, the stores have been shouting “Buy this. Buy that. Get your Christmas shopping done early.” Society hammers home the message that Christmas is about buying the latest expensive toy, article of clothing, and so on. In the church, we hear a different message. We call the time of Christmas preparations Advent. For four weeks leading up to Christmas, we light candles and think about the Hope, Peace, Joy and Love that came with God two thousand years ago, when Jesus was born. We tell the ancient story about God, a young couple, a baby, a star, and three kings. We ask questions in order to learn.
One important question is: Why did God come as a baby? If God wanted to take on human form, why not come as a man or woman, grown and ready to be a leader? Certainly, the Bible emphasizes Jesus’ ministry, not his childhood. For me, the answer to this question becomes evident when I think about holding a new born baby. My heart fills with wonder and joy when I cuddle a tiny baby, a precious bundle of new life.
I believe God came first as a baby because God knew that babies have the ability to creep in through a crack in the most hardened of hearts. God knew we would want to reach out and hold the baby Jesus. God knew that baby Jesus can help us let go of our busyness, our sadness, our skepticism, if only for a few moments, and make room for God in our lives.
I challenge you to use December to prepare your heart for Christmas. Each week, set aside a few moments to sit quietly and imagine holding baby Jesus. Feel the peace, joy, and hope that comes to you. Let God’s love seep into your soul. Make room in your heart for God.

“And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7)

Homelessness

2010-11-11T16:21:00.001-08:00

Working on, and now, launching my latest book, “A Place Called Home”, has meant that for the last year, much of my focus has been on the issue of homelessness.
In the Bible, we hear the story of Ruth and Naomi. Famine had brought Naomi, her husband and two sons to a strange land. Death left Naomi with two daughters-in-law, no income and no home, far from her own people. One daughter-in-law returned to her father. The other, Ruth, pledged to go with Naomi. With great courage and God’s help, the two widows return to Naomi’s home country, where family helps them build a new life. Traditionally, this is considered a story of family commitment and faith. It is also a story of homelessness.
Many of us today equate homelessness with the people we see sleeping outside on heating grates in big cities. We believe that we would never be in that position. Hopefully, we won’t. But the reality is that many of us live from paycheque to paycheque. Relentless payments: insurance, mortgage or rent and hydro bills pay no attention to job layoffs, broken relationships or illness. Without the support of family and friends, ordinary middle and low income families can and do find themselves in crisis without shelter.
In the City of Kawartha Lakes, there is a place for families as well as singles and teens, a home where there is support for people in crisis. Many of us do not know its story, or even that it exists. On Thursday, Nov.18, from 5:30-7:00 PM, A Place Called Home will host an open house and launch my book to give everyone an opportunity to grow in their understanding of homelessness today. I urge you to come and see and learn. Join me Thursday at A Place Called Home, 64 Lindsay Street, South, Lindsay, Ont.

"Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?" Nathanael asked.
"Come and see," said Philip. (John 1:49)

Remembrance Day

2010-11-11T16:15:00.000-08:00

I went to the Remembrance Day Program at my grand daughter's school. It was fabulous. They program combined the use of modern technology and audience participation. The children were quiet and respectful. This was our school system at its best.

Can I Hold Him?

2010-11-08T08:03:00.000-08:00

"The Last Shall Be First pt. 1"
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"The Last Shall Be Fist pt. 2"
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My New Book

2010-11-06T08:41:00.000-07:00

REV. JANET STOBIE AND A PLACE CALLED HOME (residence)Invite You to OUR BOOK LAUNCH AND OPEN HOUSE Introducing our new storybook titled

“A PLACE CALLED HOME”
(Homeless? Who Me?)

Thursday, November 18, 2010 Book Signing and Open House: 5:30-7:00 p.m. Official launch ceremony: 6:00 p.m. Official Launch Ceremony at

A Place Called Home Offices, 64 Lindsay Street South, Lindsay, Ontario

PLEASE COME AND CELEBRATE WITH US.

RSVP 705-328-0905 Ext. 221

All proceeds from the sale of the storybook “A Placed Called Home” will be used in support of the homeless programs at the residence in Lindsay Ontario

The book will be available for purchase at the launch, in Lindsay at Footprints and Kent Bookstores, from the author, Janet Stobie 705-793-3804, at A Place Called Home offices 705-328-0905 ext. 221 and on the internet at www.revjantheauthor.blogspot.com and www.aplacecalledhome.org

Thanksliving

2010-10-14T19:14:00.001-07:00

Thanks Living
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One of our family thanksgiving traditions involves a walk in the woods or across the fields. The youngest among us collects red, gold, and oaken brown leaves to decorate the dining room table.
As I walk, I consciously collect reasons for giving thanks. I am thankful for:
• sight - God’s world glowing with the colors of autumn. I am surrounded by beauty.
• sound - birds’ songs, squirrel chatter, laughter and words – entangle to create the music of life.
• Family - My youngest granddaughter slips on the muddy path. She holds up her hand, slimy with mud and giggles. Her big brother groans. I smile. Love fills my soul.
• Freedom – to live in this wonderful country where we can speak our minds, go to worship, attend school, get medical care without fear. As Canadians we are blessed.

My son speaks about a friend who has cancer, and my mind shifts to the grief and pain that comes from illness and death. What would I do if one of these who are with me, had cancer? I shiver with the darkness that enshrouds my mind. Because I love them, I feel this pain. Yet nothing could induce me to trade the joy of their presence in my life for the absence of that pain. Yes, I can give thanks even in the midst of sickness and death.
My minister identified these thoughts and feelings as “thanks living” I encourage you to try “thanks living” not just for one weekend but every day all year. Search out the goodness in the midst of the trials and the joys of life and give thanks.
As St. Paul says in his first letter to the Thessalonians , “Be joyful always: pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1Thessalonians 5:16-18 .

Going International

2010-10-06T17:23:00.000-07:00

Today I received a phone call telling me that a Baptist Missionary wants to take my book "Can I Hold Him?" back to his home in Malowi. He intends to read it to his parishioners there. Of course my books have been in the United States for several years. Feels good to have them going further afield.

The Race

2010-10-04T09:13:00.001-07:00

When a competitive runner hears the starting gun, his entire body moves in immediate response. He/she knows a fast start is crucial. Today’s life often feels like a hundred metre sprint with the alarm clock replacing the starter’s gun. Even after we retire we are still racing. Every morning, we open our eyes to an endless list of tasks. Our minds are racing even before our feet hit the floor. In the Bible, St. Paul says, “…let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfector of faith…” (Hebrews 12:2) We have certainly accepted the metaphor of life as a race.
It’s September. School has started again. Ready or not, it’s time. This fall, I have a suggestion for us all. Let’s endeavour to follow all of Paul’s instruction rather than half of it. He says keep your eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfector of our faith. When we read the stories of Jesus’ life, we find that he took time for rest and renewal. Yes, he had a busy life traveling throughout Israel. Yes, but he stopped often to pray, to talk and eat with his friends. He kept his eyes open to the beauty of the world around him. He enjoyed and cared about people.
This fall, as once again we dive into our crazy lives, I ask us to remember three things. First, if we had nothing to do, we would soon become bored and feel useless. Much of our busyness brings us satisfaction. We volunteer because the project is worthwhile and we enjoy helping others. So let’s give thanks for what we do. Second, even ten minutes resting in our favorite chair listening to sacred music or reading the Bible, will give us rest. Third, five minutes spent in prayer, truly focused on God, not multi-tasking prayer as we drive to work, will bring renewal. Three small things that require only a change in attitude will give us the power to “run with perseverance the race that is set before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfector of our faith.”

To Love Or To Destroy

2010-09-23T21:14:00.000-07:00

Last week, a man fanned the flames of hatred and fear around the world. Because he claimed to be a Christian, the news media gave credibility to his threats. His message and the world’s reaction screamed at us from our televisions, radios, and newspapers.. . Jesus taught love and acceptance not disrespect, destruction and violence. This man was using Christianity not being a Christian.
If the acts of love and caring done by Christians received the same media attention, maybe we could fan the flames of goodness and acceptance around the world.. So today, I offer you this quote from a conversation during a golf game last week.
A teenager, who was part of our golf foursome was having a particularly bad game. She either topped the ball or sent it flying over into the other fairway. At one point, she and I stopped to talk while we waited for our friends to hit the ball. She told me about a power point she had made for the Sunday’s service. I affirmed her willingness to give of her time and talent to our congregation. She responded, “I just love church. I love the people. I love Jean (one of our oldest members0 and Beth (one of the youngest). I love them all. They always speak to me. They’re interested in me and they’re interesting.” She smiled her dazzling smile, stepped up to her ball and swung. It sailed straight and high and true right down the middle of the fairway. “See,” she said, “I just think about church and I feel better.” My heart lifted with joy.
As Christians we’re not about condemning what others believe and trying to hurt them. As Christians we’re called to love God, our neighbours as ourselves. We gather as a church family to offer the rock of Jesus’ love as a solid foundation for life.

Jesus said, “A new commandment I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." John 13:34-35

Love

2010-09-16T10:58:00.000-07:00

How Do I Love Thee? Can I Count the Ways?

It’s been a beautiful summer, a great time for outdoor weddings. Sunshine, flowers, lakes, and parks have surrounded me, as I stood with young couples anxious to pledge their love for one another. With determination, they repeated the precious words of commitment, confident that their love could survive whatever the future holds. Now that summer is over and children are heading back to school, those vows are ringing in my ears.
Traditional wedding vows include the phrase “in sickness and in health”. What does it mean to promise before God to love your spouse in sickness? During my life as an ordained minister, I have heard many variations on the following plea:
“I need help. It’s such a struggle. His disease is making it more and more difficult for him to breathe even with the oxygen. He wants me with him 24/7, sitting at that table, the television blaring. He needs my attention so I can’t even read. I love him. I want to care for him but when am I going to do. I need to get groceries. I need some peace. I love him.”
The plight of these couples is a long way from the sunny summer day, years ago, when their wedding vows were spoken. The initial blast of emotion and hormones has long since passed. “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” Was the poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning thinking about the love we need when illness becomes all encompassing? Severe illness calls us to a depth of love that lies beyond our understanding, a love that pulls us beyond ourselves to a strength that only God can give.
God’s love for each one of us, whether we believe or not, is just that deep and strong. God’s love holds us in our darkest hours, empowering us to love as we have been loved. Jesus promised, “Lo I will be with you always, even unto the end of the age.” We can live secure in that promise.

Stop! Look! and Listen!

2010-09-05T17:58:00.000-07:00

When my children were little, I taught them to stop, look and listen before they crossed the street. Stop, look and listen before we act, is a good motto for life. In today’s world many of us lead such overwhelmingly busy lives that we forget to stop, look and listen. For instance: We want our grocery shopping done as quickly and cheaply as possible. We don't stop to conside what we actually need, or look at the ingredients. We don't think we have time to listen to what our local farmers are saying.

St. Paul tells us that we need to take our everyday, ordinary life – our sleeping, eating, going to work, and walking around life, and place it before God as an offering. In essence he is saying, stop, look and listen for God’s will, every moment of your life.

Stop your rushing around. Rest for a moment. Look at the world around you. See God’s beauty in the hummingbirds at your bird feeder, the blazing sunset, the eyes of your neighbour as she asks for a cancer donation. Listen for God’s voice in the sounds of laughter, your teen's request,and the silence of a cool, clear evening.

Stop your busy mind, that thinks it already knows what is right in every situation. Look at the person in front of you. Regardless of his race, or creed, see him as a human being like yourself with the same wants and needs. Listen to God’s call to love and care for the world.

Stop, look and listen and you will be amazed at the changes that come in you and in your life. You will find God’s peace and power to live.

Romans12

1-2 So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering.

2010-08-15T11:56:00.000-07:00

Close Up Living

My son and his family gave me a neat picture. In large block letters across a white background is printed “GRANDKIDS”. Within each letter is a picture of one or more of our grandchildren. From across the room I can see the colourful word, GRANDKIDS. Up close, I see our grandchildren as individuals, laughing, building a snowman, hugging each other.
That picture reminds me of a phenomenon of life. When we look out of an airplane window, we see miles and miles of orderly fields, tree tops, lakes, rivers, mountains and even cities set out in brilliant colours, a tapestry that seems to roll on forever. When we’re on the ground we see flowers and weeds, refuse and pristine parks. From a distance the world is beautiful. Up close, it retains its beauty, but also exhibits its flaws and its character.
The same thing happens with people. From a distance, those of a different culture or ethnic variety all look the same; they become “those” people. Up close, those same people become my neighbour, my daughter’s friend, my son-in-law, my minister. Up close, we can’t ignore the fact that they are God’s precious children. When the enemy has a collective name like “terrorist,” it is easy to hate them. When he becomes an individual like you and me, who loves his family and struggles to provide for them, understanding and a desire for change begin to creep in.
Jesus dealt with individuals, not the faceless crowd. Jesus spoke to the Samaritan woman at the well, to the man with leprosy, to the little boy who offered his lunch, to the bent over woman. Jesus taught us to love our neighbours just as they are.
When we open our eyes and hearts to see people up close and accept them, we take a small step towards building a world of peace and love.

Jesus said, “Love your neighbour as yourself.” Luke 10:27
Close Up Living
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My son and his family gave me a neat picture. In large block letters across a white background is printed “GRANDKIDS”. Within each letter is a picture of one or more of our grandchildren. From across the room I can see the colourful word, GRANDKIDS. Up close, I see our grandchildren as individuals, laughing, building a snowman, hugging each other.
That picture reminds me of a phenomenon of life. When we look out of an airplane window, we see miles and miles of orderly fields, tree tops, lakes, rivers, mountains and even cities set out in brilliant colours, a tapestry that seems to roll on forever. When we’re on the ground we see flowers and weeds, refuse and pristine parks. From a distance the world is beautiful. Up close, it retains its beauty, but also exhibits its flaws and its character.
The same thing happens with people. From a distance, those of a different culture or ethnic variety all look the same; they become “those” people. Up close, those same people become my neighbour, my daughter’s friend, my son-in-law, my minister. Up close, we can’t ignore the fact that they are God’s precious children. When the enemy has a collective name like “terrorist,” it is easy to hate them. When he becomes an individual like you and me, who loves his family and struggles to provide for them, understanding and a desire for change begin to creep in.
Jesus dealt with individuals, not the faceless crowd. Jesus spoke to the Samaritan woman at the well, to the man with leprosy, to the little boy who offered his lunch, to the bent over woman. Jesus taught us to love our neighbours just as they are.
When we open our eyes and hearts to see people up close and accept them, we take a small step towards building a world of peace and love.

Jesus said, “Love your neighbour as yourself.” Luke 10:27

2010-08-11T17:04:00.000-07:00

Platters
Diet gurus tell us the best way to diet is to use a smaller plate. When Tom and I went to Beijing, China a few years ago, my son and his wife took us to a local restaurant, where the local Chinese villagers eat. The table was set with four tiny plates, each about four inches in diameter. The food was served in five small bowls. Tom and I frowned. Is this all? The bowls were passed and we took a tiny portion from each bowl. Our plates were full. The food was delicious. The bowls were passed again and again until they were empty. To our surprise, we had feasted and we were satisfied.
In North America many restaurants serve the food on “platters”. We smile with appreciation as the waitress sets before us, the “platter” almost overflowing with food. Our response - “Wow, now that is value for our dollar.” The problem comes when the meal is over, and a third of this delicious food returns to the kitchen garbage pail. Those of us who manage to eat it all complain about feeling stuffed and worry about gaining weight.
Think about the messages the “platter” gives us.
Wasting food is normal.
Greed is the way to get value for our money.
Eat more than you need, after all you’ve paid for it.
Scientists tell us that there is enough food produced in the world today to provide everyone, yes everyone, with at least 2,730 calories each day. The world’s agriculture produces 175 more calories per person today than it did thirty years ago, despite a seventy percent population increase. (International development research Centre). There really is enough food for everyone if it was distributed evenly. Platters for those of us blessed to be born in North America is not distributing the food evenly.
There is a restaurant chain in Montreal that serves only buffet meals. Once again, we are encouraged to eat as much as we want, but here there is a difference. In small print on the bottom of the menu is the message: “Each night the left over food from this buffet is given to soup kitchens across the city.” Now that truly is value for our dollar..
The next time you pull up to the table in a restaurant or at home, think on these things.

A Living Example

2010-08-05T19:52:00.000-07:00

Today, I was reminded of my friend Margaret Murphy, who died several years ago. Marg knew all about living life well. Laughter followed her everywhere she went. She was never too busy to read a good book, enjoy a good meal shared with others, or learn something new. Marg had time for conversation with her friends and with God. She knew how to say thank you. Even when she was fighting to breathe, a smile would cross her face as she thanked a nurse or one of us for some small act of love and care. Her life was a lesson for me in following the way of Christ. She lived totally, every moment of her life.
We are all given the same twenty-four hours each day. How do we use them? I tend to hate wasting time sleeping. Yet sleep is God’s gift, given to enable our bodies to rest and repair after a strenuous day. Without sufficient and regular sleep, our bodies will eventually malfunction.
Many of us today, don’t think there is time to sit and eat a quiet meal. We gulp down fast food or even if we eat a more nutritious meal, we sit in front of our computer or the television. The ability to eat is God’s gift given so we will have fuel for living.
Often we don’t have time for exercise. There’s just too much to do and too little time. We forget that God has designed our bodies so that they need to move in order to remain supple and work well for us.
We know these things about our physical being and yet we ignore them.My friend Marg taught me not to ignore the things I need for healthy relationships with other and with God. She modeled a touch of love, small acts of kindness, saying thank you, an enthusiasm for every opportunity. She knew that these are the exercises that keep us young and filled with a passion for living.

Church Kids

2010-05-17T07:56:00.000-07:00

At church last Sunday, two year old Lillas wandered around the pulpit while her big sister Hannah (age 8) read scripture with their grandfather. These children have been with our church familiy from their very beginning. In the comfort of their mother’s womb they listened to the hymns, prayers, scripture readings, even the sermon.
Often, parents say, “I won’t bring my children to church. I want them to choose for themselves, when they are old enough.”
I believe intelligent choices require knowledge. How can a child make a choice for a Christian lifestyle when she/he knows nothing about it?
At the moment these children know they belong with our church family. Whether or not in the future they choose a life long relationship with the church, the grounding in faith, they receive during the next few years will always be with them. As they participate in Junior Church, Church picnics & parties, and worship, they will learn the Christian story. They will learn that they are loved by God. God’s call to them to love others and all of God’s creation will be written on their hearts. Their parents love and faith are giving these two beautiful beloved children a solid foundation for living.

Thoughts on "My Jesus Year"

2010-05-11T01:44:00.000-07:00

A few months ago, the book “My Jesus Year” by Benyamin Cohen grabbed my attention in the book store. The fly leaf synopsis spoke of Benyamin’s dissatisfaction with his Jewish heritage, and his subsequent journey to answer the question, “What would it be like to be a Christian?” I’ve finally had time to read it. It’s funny, actually hilarious, in places. It carries a message for people of all faiths, if we can be open to listen.
Interfaith dialogue, speaking with and experiencing worship with, people of other faiths will not destroy our own. When we begin with a solid grounding in our own faith, and we step out with an open and respectful attitude to others, God speaks to us. On the last page Benyamin says, “It took going out of my comfort zone, being a stranger in a strange land, to make me realize just how much I cherish my own faith. I now have a new appreciation for our prayers, our people and our rituals. It seems odd to say it, but I guess it’s true. Hanging out with Jesus has made me a better Jew.”
I believe that Benyamin is right. Openness rather than judgment, respect rather than fear, actual experience rather than hearsay can teach us so much. Although, at times I wished that Benyamin had written more about experiences with Christians like me, his respectful presentation of the many forms of Christianity had much to teach me. This book is a good read. I recommend it.

The 23rd Psalm

2010-04-25T20:45:00.000-07:00

This morning I attended the 8:30 a.m. contemporary worship service at Christ Presbyterian Church, Tucson. Pastor Steve had arranged the chairs in groups so that we could work together. Many of you are familiar with the twenty-third Psalm. Our job was to finish the sentence : The Lord is my…. And then write a Psalm together based on the word we used to complete the sentence. At the end of worship, Pastor Steve challenged us to go home and write a psalm on our own. Here is my creation.

JESUS is my LIFE COACH. He called me to join his team. Together our goal is not to win a game, but rather to live a life of faith. Jesus walks this life with me, giving me comfort when I am hurting, strength when I am challenged, and praise when I do well. Because he is my coach, he does not live my life for me. He gives me the freedom to make mistakes and then picks me up and supports me as I begin again. Nothing, not even death will remove me from Christ’s team. This is my place and I am secure. When I feel like giving up, when I want to quit, even when I choose to follow another coach, my Jesus will not give up on me. He offers me advice, pushes and prods me, gives me strategies for living, and responsibility to care for others. He will never abandon me. He asks only for my love and gratitude. Jesus is my shadow and my friend. I am truly blessed.

2010-04-22T19:49:00.000-07:00

Tucson, Arizona
For the last two weeks I have been enjoying the sunshine in Tucson Arizona. The desert is amazing in the spring. The landscape is awash with brilliant reds, yellows, oranges, blues and more. Flowers are literally everywhere. My mom lives in a well-manicured subdivision, similar to a city subdivision in Ontario and yet very different. Instead of wide expanses of green lawns, the yards are covered with brightly coloured gravel, raked to perfection. Rocks of every size, shape and colour add texture. Tall, short, skinny, barrel shaped, flat and always prickly, the cacti are in bloom. And of course there are trees - huge spreading eucalyptus, tall swaying palms, lebanon cedars, mesquite - the list goes on and on. This desert is not miles and miles of sand. It's green and beautiful.

2010-04-03T04:47:00.000-07:00

Why a “Good Friday” Service?

On Good Friday we hear the crowd call, “Crucify him. Crucify him!” and we wince. That’s not us. We weren’t there.
Years ago, I asked a counselor, “What is hell?”
His answer rings out in my mind, every Good Friday morning. “Think of hell as knowing and feeling in your entire being, all the pain you have caused in your life time.”
I spoke of Hitler and the crushing weight of pain he would endure.
The counselor shook his head. “How many wars have been fought to put gasoline in your car?” he asked.
I didn’t want to see my role in the world’s pain. None of us do. We close our eyes to the fact that many in the world go hungry in order to support our comfortable life style. We choose to see only our small bag of garbage rather than the mountains of garbage world wide. We ignore the pain given by a careless word of criticism and are ignorant of the ripple effect that word will have for strangers. We do not know, nor do we want to know the pain, the violence, the destruction we have caused in our life time. The little we do know is already more than we can bear.
On Good Friday we read Jesus’ word’s, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.” In today’s words: “It’s not about me,” he says. “It’s about these your beloved children. Their fear, their desire for power or love, has taken over. They don’t understand the pain they are causing the world, pain that will last for generations. Please, forgive them.”
We celebrate “Good Friday” each year, not just to be reminded of what we do to bring chaos and destruction in our families and our world, but also to hear Jesus’ words of forgiveness. We have the courage to open our eyes and hearts to understanding the far reaching consequences of even our smallest sin when we are assured of God’s forgiveness. Good Friday tells us that God loves us at our worst. We are forgiven. New life will happen. We can begin again. Easter Sunday is coming.

2010-03-30T09:38:00.000-07:00

Here is Salome's Story. Enjoy it and think about the message Salome has for you.

SALOME

My name is Salome. I am one of the older women who traveled with Jesus and supported his ministry with my work, my presence and with financial backing. My sister Mary, Jesus’ mother, was grateful that I was able to be part of his group. She felt I was caring for him.
As a child, Jesus’ astonished us with his compassion and caring for his family, friends and even strangers. The only time I can remember Mary and Joseph being upset with Jesus, happened in Jerusalem. A whole group of us had gone to the city to celebrate the Passover. We were a full days travel into the trip home when Mary came looking for Jesus. She thought, he was with us. My husband and I hurried back to Jerusalem with Mary and Joseph. We searched everywhere. I remember Mary lamenting, “Jesus wouldn’t just run away. Someone has taken him by force. He may be injured. We have to find him. He’s my responsibility. I promised God I would care for him.” When we could think of no where else to look, we went to the temple to pray. There he was, sitting with the priests and rabbis. We were relieved and angry, all at once.
The young scamp responded, “Why were you worried. You knew I’d be here.”
I thought Mary was going to explode. Both she and Joseph kept silence on the way home, but I’m sure Jesus heard plenty later.
When Jesus started traveling the countryside preaching and healing, a number of families went with him. You’ve been told about the inner twelve men, but there were many more, women and children too. In fact it was the women of property, like myself, who contributed most of the financial support for his ministry. I remember Mary of Magdala and Joanna in particular. They gave freely of their wealth to meet the expenses of Jesus’ ministry. In our world, women were considered possessions useful only to produce children and be homemakers. Jesus honoured us as part of the leadership of his ministry. We listened to him preach, we cared for him, and the people who followed him.
For a while, it was wonderful. The crowds increased. The healing miracles seemed endless. When the rumours started we were surprised. How could anyone fear Jesus? Why would anyone want to harm him. All he talked about was loving God and loving others. Well, he did criticize some of the temple leaders and he treated women as equals. Some people definitely weren’t happy with him, but I didn’t think they’d hurt him. The Roman authorities worried about anyone among us who was popular. Once some people started talking of Jesus as the Messiah, the attitude of the Romans changed. They began to see him as dangerous, a rebel leader. He became a threat to the peace and order of the empire.
I remember the day his mother and brothers came to see him. I’m sure they wanted him to slow down, to do less, to come home and resume his work in Joseph’s carpentry shop where he would be safe. Jesus would have none of it. He wouldn’t even speak to them. He had started on a path and nothing they could say or do would stop him.
As long as Jesus stayed up in Galilee he was safe, but for some reason, he was determined to go to Jerusalem. You know what happened when he did.
Our arrival in Jerusalem was wonderful. We shouted and cheered and waved palm branches. We felt as if he truly was the Messiah and the victory had already been won. He planned all that you know. I heard him send the disciples for that donkey colt.
“Tell them the master has need of it,” he said.
He followed our parade with that chaos in the temple. Jesus saw all those poor people being cheated. He was angry, really angry. I’m sure that’s what did it. That’s what gave his enemies an excuse to act.
It wasn’t long until he was arrested. The whole time is etched in my memory. I see it when I lay down to sleep, and when I wake up. We stayed with him as best we could. We followed him as he staggered with that heavy cross beam through the streets, his body broken and bleeding. We stood, tears streaming down our faces when they nailed him to that cross. His mother watched it all, she would not leave him. Many of the men ran away in fear. We believed that being women no one would want to harm us, so we stayed with him. I’ll never forget his voice crying out from the cross, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”
Our dreams were finished. He was dead. We went with Joseph of Arimathea and his servants when they carried Jesus’ body to the tomb. It was almost Sabbath, preparing his body would have to wait till dawn. In our culture, it is the women’s privilege to wash the body and wrap it in spices. As soon as the sun began to rise, Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary his mother, and myself hurried to the tomb. We loved Jesus with our whole hearts. This was the last thing we could do for him.
“How will we roll away the stone that seals the tomb?” I asked.
“Don’t worry,” Mary Magdalene answered, “I’ll bribe the guards.
When we arrived, the garden was empty. The tomb was open. We looked inside and saw two angels.
“He is risen, just as he said. Go and tell the others,” they commanded.
Terrified! Astonished! Confused! We turned and ran.
It was on our way back to tell the others, that we met him, the risen Christ. That’s right, we saw him. We fell at his feet.
“You’re alive,” we shouted, “alive”.
There are no words to describe our joy. We were so excited we could hardly breathe. Right then and there He commissioned us. He told us to go and tell the others. That’s right, he told us to carry the message. Our mission wasn’t over it was just beginning. Eventually, he talked to all of the inner group, but he spoke to us, a group of women, first. He asked us to carry his message first!

2010-03-24T18:55:00.000-07:00

A LESSON IN LIVING

Feed the hungry; love the needy.
I know the drill.
Some tastes lovely; greed is, deadly.
God’s gift, free will.

The feast invites; my friend welcomes
Receive God’s love
Her smile beckons; her hands reach out
Accept her love.

More than you need; of course, that’s real
in our great land.
Enjoy the gifts; don’t waste the food.
That’s God’s command.

Table beckons, all decked in green
a gorgeous sight
Gleaming silver, precious china
This feast feels right.

The Parade appears; seven courses long
Exquisite, delicious, luscious, fine
Each course steps forward,
I’ll lose my mind.

Enjoy! Enjoy! my mantra chants.
I must eat some.
Choose with care; the words recite.
There’s more to come.

The final moment., a giant pie.
Greed shouts, “Yes.”.
Feed the hungry; they’re forgotten
I cut the slice.

With well-aged cheese, and ice cream too.
the taste divine,
Each bite brings joy; heavenly bliss
I’ve lost my mind.

Enough! Enough! Rebellion cries!
Too much! Too much!
Clean your plate; don’t waste good food
My past strikes back.

Too late, too late, my stomach screams
Sharp pain the cost.
The battle o’er; the plate wiped clean.
Free will has lost.

Listen to Your Life

2010-02-18T08:46:00.000-08:00

One Sunday morning a few weeks ago, I picked up Fred Buechner’s book, “Listen to your life.” The title jerked me awake. What does it mean – listen to your life? What would I hear, if I actually stopped and listened? The question stayed with me all day.
I went to church as I do every Sunday. As a member of the choir, I sang a bouncy African song. “Lift your voices to God with singing! Praise the Lord with a joyful song!” Smiles broke out in the congregation. Their applause was enthusiastic. As part of the choir, I had brought a moment of joy to a group of people. I liked that. Listening to my life is fun, I thought.
After the service, I talked with friends, young and old. They were concerned about the back pain I have been experiencing. Once again, I listened to my life and heard about the importance of relationships and caring. That felt good, too.
Sunday evening, along with two friends, I attended a fundraiser for “A Place Called Home”, Lindsay’s shelter for the homeless. Yes, I thought, I’m glad I want to care for others.
On that one day, I listened to my life and liked what I heard. That isn’t always the case. There are days when I hear only my mistakes, my disappointments. Sometimes I hear anger or judgment or apathy. Often I am so busy, I don’t know what I have said or thought or done. I don’t know what needs to be changed, who needs to be cared for, or what I can celebrate.
As a Christian I believe that God loves each human being in this world. I believe God is present with us every moment of our lives. When we pay attention to each moment, stop and think about our day, listen for God, we can hear and know God’s presence, God’s purpose, God’s love. Listen carefully and you will hear the Spirit working in your life.

Jesus said, “I am with you always, even onto the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20)

A Glimpse of Heaven

2010-02-18T08:45:00.000-08:00

The news is filled with the disaster in Haiti. Pictures of thousands of collapsed homes, dead bodies, and wounded and broken people flash across our television and computer screens. Misery, grief, fear, desolation shout at us from the eyes and voices of the Haitian people.
At the same time, we are witnessing a miracle. The world is not ignoring Haiti. We are responding. The world’s compassion and action is amazing. In Canada, we are opening our wallets and giving generously. We’re giving clothing, tools, medicine, bandages, whatever is needed. We’re offering our time and talents. We want to help. . From within us, God’s love has been set free.
Just as I was beginning to think that the world was being taken over by evil, our news has shown me an outpouring of goodness that is overwhelming. Children, teens and adults are doing everything they can to help. Gone is the apathy that plagues our society. Gone is the greed and the need for security. In this time of economic downturn, even our government has designated millions for Haiti. Our armed forces, already stretched to the limit of their resources by the war in Afghanistan, has sent troops, trained to bring order in the chaos. Many who seldom pray, are praying. God’s goodness has risen up within us. We have set aside our concerns of race and our desire to judge. For at least this little while, we are living the words of St. Paul, “If one suffers we all suffer…” (1Corinthians 12:26). As human beings we are being the best we can be.
I believe that our response to this crisis in a small island nation, is giving us a glimpse of the love we will find in heaven and I am truly grateful.

“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror, then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain, faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love.” (ICorinthians 13: 12-13)

Let Your Light Shine

2010-01-22T14:08:00.000-08:00

We’ve been to the manger. We’ve brought gifts. The party is over. The regular routine and/or chaos of our daily lives has begun again. Today, as I write this reflection, my eyes rest on our nativity scene still sitting on a table in the corner of our living room. The stable, made by my daughter and her husband the first Christmas after they were married, looks dejected. . It’s been nineteen years and the grass roof is ragged. The inexpensive olive wood figures, special only because I brought them home from Israel, are lifeless and hard to see. Several weeks ago, when I set up the scene, the only old fashioned Christmas light bulb I could find, was a dim blue. Thus, the scene is in darkness except for a wavering blue light shining above the baby Jesus.
Our beautiful Christmas tree, it’s hundreds of tiny lights still sparkling triumphantly, casts a shadow on the quiet humble manger. For a moment my mind is caught by the humility and darkness of the crèche and the magnificent brightness of the tree. The difference, of course, is the number of lights.
I am reminded that Jesus, as God with us, was one man, one light. His task was to bring the light of God’s love to one, twelve, twenty, maybe even a thousand souls. Since his birth, men and women have received his teaching, his healing, his forgiveness, his love and been called to pass it on to others. Each time love is offered, a new light shines in the darkness. Already there are millions of love lights shining around the world. Today, I have a vision of world so full of light, that the darkness of greed, hatred, war, poverty is gone. That is the Christian hope, and I believe the hope of all religions.
I want to be a light for at least one person every day in 2010. I want to carry God’s torch of love even on the days I feel cranky, exhausted, hurt, defeated. The Wise Men came to Bethlehem and brought their gifts just as we do every year. They listened to God and returned home a different way. My prayer for 2010 is that all of us, religious and non religious, strike out on a new path committed to love, understanding and acceptance. Let’s see how much light we can give the world this year.

A Christmas Reflection

2009-12-01T20:24:00.000-08:00

In North America we are in the midst of preparing for Christmas. The stores have put up their decorations, and stocked their shelves. The frantic shopping and endless parties have begun. At a meeting this week, I heard a pastor say, “I’d like to do away with Christmas. It’s ruined.”
Many Christians lament what has happened to our wonderful Christmas celebration. Complaining doesn’t bring change. I remind you that Jesus is born not once a year but everyday with the birth of every child. We can close our hearts and minds to our society’s commercialized Christmas but we cannot stop the birth of Christ..
To regain our religious celebration we need to begin with ourselves. As you do your Christmas baking, ask for God’s blessing on the people who will be enjoying it. With each spoonful of cookie dough onto the pan, name and give thanks for your family and friends. Stir prayers for peace into your Christmas pudding.
Listen for God message to you in the Christmas Carols, the jingling of the Salvation Army bells, the excited voices of children, the tears of a grieving friend.
Search for places to share your many blessings. Give gifts of time at nursing homes, with kids activities, visiting the lonely. Remember that Jesus enjoyed a party. He’ll be present with you as you celebrate. Light the advent candles of hope, peace, joy and love for everyone you meet.
In your mind keep a running conversation with the baby Jesus. “Is this what you would have me give to my child…my spouse…my friend…a stranger? On December 25th read the Christmas story. You are the Wisemen searching for the Christ child. You have given him his gifts..
Remember, Jesus will be born. We need only open our hearts to receive him.

"It's only an inch."

2009-11-21T16:45:00.000-08:00

Selling my books, "Spectacular Stella" and "Can I Hold Him?" has given me a new perspective on the attitude towards faith of many in today's society. I sit at a bookstore or a craft show and watch people as they walk by. Some, have been browing at each table as they come along. When they get to mine, where the Christmas poster, the nativity scene and the shining star on the front of "Can I Hold Him, all say clearly that these books are about God, they turn their eyes away and walk by quickly. Others have the courage to pick up my books and leaf through them. As soon as their eyes light on the word God, they carefully close the book and set it down as if ... I'm not sure. I know that many who have had no connection with religion or faith, except for what they read or hear in the news media, are afraid. That's it. They're afraid that somehow they'll be contaminated. Yet, these same people see books loaded with violence, and descriptions of evil beings causing havoc and they willingly reach out to buy. What is it about faith that frightens people?

I wonder if they are afraid that touching, reading, learning about faith will mean changes in their lives. They don't believe that God exists. They don't believe in any of that hocus pocus about religion, but still they are afraid. And well they should be. My experience has taught me one sure thing about God. If I give God an inch, God will change my life. For me, those changes have been wonderful. As my faith has grown more and more solid my security and inner peace has blossomed. My participation in a church family has given me friendship and support. Yes, life is different since I risked being contaminated by religion. I know that whatever happens I am never alone. I can draw on God's strength to face my troubles, and God's wisdom in making decisions. I am not alone and I am grateful. Yes, one day long ago, I gave God an inch, and God has given me abundant life.

2009-11-08T15:41:00.000-08:00

Our life has value

2009-10-31T11:18:00.000-07:00

Today we went to a funeral and I met a young man I hadn't seen for fifteen years. I received a wonderful blessing from God when I heard about his new life. We had walked together with his grief, and today he has joy. Once again he thanked me for my help in the past. Once again I experienced the privilege and honor of being part of another persons pain and joy. God's call to me to serve through loving my neighbour was amazing. Saying yes, has filled my cup to overflowing. I am truly blessed.

Answering the call.

2009-10-31T10:58:00.000-07:00

Yesterday's Bible was titled Jesus Calls the First Disciple (Mark 1:16-20). Even as a teenager this simple well known passage always presented problems for me. After all, what self-respecting fisherman would just drop his nets, give up his livelihood and take a chance on an unknown itinerant preacher. With some research and some thinking, I began to see this scene with new eyes. First of all, Simon, Andrew, James and John were probably Jesus' contemporaries and maybe even his friends. Chances are they had heard Jesus preach often. Together they may have laid plans for travelling together. Often when we read the Bible, or any news story, we get the end result of a long process. Probably the hardest part of leaving to follow Jesus, would be accepting this Jesus whom they had known for a long time, as their leader.

In the church we use this passage to talk about following Jesus today. Can we answer God's call? What is God calling us to do? Most of us tend to clutch tightly the net of our lives as they are. Our fingers are entwined the nets webbing and we struggle with letting go.

I remember my call to write, publish books and tell stories. First, God pushed me to tell stories as a break from the regular sermons I was preaching each week. Then my congregations pushed me to gather my stories together for publication. I thought about that and prayed about it for several years. Finally, I took half a step, let go of the net with one hand, and accepted a part time position so I would have more time to write. Five years later I was ready to let go both hands and move into this new ministry of writing. For some of us it takes many years of hearing God's call before we finally relinguish our hold on our lives and say yes to God. When the yes finally comes, suddenly it feels as if we have literally just dropped our nets to follow Jesus. It is only then that this scripture passage makes sense. Although the process was long, interesting, and often challenging, the final yes just blends it all together. In many ways we feel as if God called and we dropped our lives and followed.

Remember God

2009-10-28T05:14:00.000-07:00

This morning I read Deuteronomy 6:1-12. It reminded me to remain focused on God, in all that I do and think. Love God, your God, with your whole heart: love God with all that's in you, love God with all you've got. That sounds so simple, and yet it is profoundly difficult. Like everyone else I get focused on what I am doing or worrying about and I leave God behind. With something as simple as preparing a meal, or walking the dog, we can forget God.

Every morning for several years I read from a book titled "Simple Abundance". One of the best meditations spoke of preparing your family's meal as an act of worship. This is what I gleaned from that reading. As I peel the potatoes, I need to ask God to peel from my being all the mistakes I have made this day, all the times I have lost my patience, been cross, wished I were somewhere else. My prayer is, "As these potatoes cook, God, cook your love into me that I might be tasty nourishment for my family and friends. With each item I prepare for tonight's dinner Lord, I offer you a prayer for someone I love deeply." Preparing a meal can be an act of love for God and for others if I want it to be. It requires God's help, God's reminder.

Living with my focus on God, requires intentionality, at least at first. Like everything else, we get better at it with practice. One thing I have learned over the years is that remembering God in all I think and do brings God's peace into my life.

Reflections - The Path of LIfe

2009-10-26T05:47:00.000-07:00

When I first started this blog I planned to write a daily reflection on scripture or some other thought or event. So today, I am stepping onward to that purpose. This morning I focused on Psalm 16. It is a Psalm of celebrating life with God. Today, these two lines stood out for me.
"You show me the path of life.
In your presence there is joy."
Lately I have been feeling overwhelmed. I see all the stuff I want to do - write, sell my books, enjoy my family and husband, play with my friends, support anyone I know who is hurting, care for myself physically and mentally...the list is endless. So this morning I prayed, "You show me, God, you show me what you want for my life. Lay out my days." or as this Psalm says, "You show me the path of life, God. In your presence there is joy."
Jesus said,"I am the way...follow me...and I will give you rest." What was Jesus' pattern? What is Jesus' way? Immediately into my mind comes, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind, and love your neighbour as yourself." Jesus clearly said that all people were our neighbours, not just the people like us. And so I say to myself this morning, I will love and care for all people, one at a time as I encounter them. I will love my wonderful grandchildren and the 'brat' at the library, church, school...who won't sit still, won't listen, continually pokes and pushes the other children. I will love the teen I see volunteering at the hospital and the teen that throws stones at the streetlight just to hear the glass break. I will love my long time neighbour and the Moslem stranger the world has taught me to fear. In doing this I will become aware of God's presence and experience joy, not happiness necessarily but joy. Joy because for a few moments I will have let go of myself, my fear, my judgment, my anger and I will have rested with God.
These are the thoughts I wrote this morning as part of my daily prayer time. I offer them to any who wish to read.

Home Again

2009-10-25T19:48:00.000-07:00

Home is wonderful. Framed by my dining room window are vivid splashes of gold waving in the wind against the glistening black tree trunks. The rain has made everything more vivid. God's amazing creation is magnificent. Each morning Tom and I give thanks to God for the privilege of living in this place.

2009-10-03T20:46:00.000-07:00

Note from Connellsville, Pennsylvania
We had a short time at home before we were on the road again. This time we were called south of the border to Connelsville, Pennsylvania. The mother of my bestfriend, (a fifth sister)died on Tuesday evening. We got here Monday night. Already it's Saturday night, and we're leaving for home tomorrow. I'll write more about this trip tomorrow.

2009-09-21T21:33:00.000-07:00

Sept.15-20

This is the last instalment of our trip. We’re traveling down highway 69 south. Just like a pair of horses that have been turned toward the barn, we’re going home. The last five days have been grand, just like this whole trip.

Wednesday morning and afternoon we stopped at several churches in Sault Ste Marie. They received us joyfully buying books and telling us about their ministry. The Bible Book store down town gave us the brush off. They weren’t interested in books written by a United Church Minister, but this lovely little bookstore in the Wellington mall understood the ministry of hospitality and acceptance.

Most of our customers are Roman Catholic, the owner said, a loving smile shining from her face. We’ll buy two and see how they do. Give me your business card, we’ll be glad to order more.

We followed that pleasant encounter by visiting one more United Church, and discovering that this pastor had been at General Council too. After sharing memories and hopes, she bought the books and sent us on our way.

The distance to Sudbury seemed much greater than I had planned. We arrived at my sister Sharon’s at 7:00 p.m. “I don’t cook,” she said, “as she popped rolls into the oven, “but supper’s ready.”

We enjoyed lasagna, Caesar sald, rolls warm from the oven and tarts. Everything tasted scrumptious. For the last three and half days, we were wrapped in the Sharon’s loving arms. I felt as if I had come home. We visited and walked, sold books around the city, went to the Imax theatre and relaxed on her balcony.

This morning, I read Spectacular Stella for the Children’s time and told “An Ancient Love Story “ as the message at St. James In the Valley United Church. Tom sang a solo that went with the theme of the service. This congregation supported me as I became a candidate for ministry twenty years ago. We ended our journey surrounded with old friends. Acceptance and love surrounded us. Of course, we sold books.

We’ve been taking orders for Can I Hold Him, during the last week or so, as all the copies we had with us are sold. There are still a few copies of Stella but very few. We left home with two cases of Can I Hold Him and one case of Stella (held more than the other two since Stella is thin). We’ve left books in book stores in the cities that we visited. Afew are out on cconsignment but not many. Our book trip is a resounding success.

We’ve had a wonderful time together. Tom and I are truly partners and friends. Now, we are anxious to get home. Tomorrow life begins in a new way. I’ve a golf game scheduled weather permitting, and Tom’s Bethel course starts in the evening.

Hallelujah! Thank You God. We’re home.

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2009-09-14T19:05:00.000-07:00

It’s been a long drive to Sault Ste Marie through rugged mountains and past trees and sparkling blue lakes. Lake Superior is another sacred place. For most of the journey to Wawa, we glimpsed the shining lake waters through the trees. We stopped for a late lunch at a roadside park just past Rossport. The road led us down to the shoreline, where we found picnic tables and the essential outhouses. It was easy to say thank you to God for this place. Like Moses, we took off our shoes, rolled up our trousers and waded into the lake. Expecting the water to be frigid, we were surprised to find it quite comfortable.

“Look at all the pretty rocks. Let’s collect some for Ellie,” I said.. “Well, probably the rest of the grandchildren will like some too. We’ll have to get lots.” What followed wwas a delightful half hour gathering stones and talking to the other people who had broken their journey in this beautiful spot.

Refreshed and fed, we traveled on. Five p.m. found us driving into Wawa.

“We’ve gone far enough,” Tom said as he rubbed his eyes. The first motel had no pet free rooms so we took a room at the Sportman Motel. It’s just fine. Of course, not posh like the Sleeping Giant B&B, but quite adequate. At the restaurant down the road, Tom was complaining a bit. I reminded him that we were back in our own territory now. We can’t travel with the rich every day. When our dinner came it was scrumptious. Once fed we felt much better. We took a drive through town and found a big United Church as well as three other churches, and a beautiful lake and beach. The Laundromat was closed. Guess we’ll just carry our dirty clothes a little further. We might have enough clean stuff to get to Sharon’s.

Tonight there is a chill in the air. “I think fall must finally be starting to come,” I said.

Tom replied, “Don’t be too sure, I think it’s just the wind blowing across the water.”

2009-09-14T19:00:00.000-07:00

Sept. 12 & 13

We spent two full days in Thunder Bay. Saturday morning I wandered and meditated in Sonja’s garden. We took pictures of the seven different garden rooms she had created with flowers, trees, and arbors. Sonja is an artist. She and her partner were friendly, welcoming and interesting. Breakfast was fabulous. We decided the experience was well worth every dollar. In the end it was no more expensive than an reasonably priced hotel when we considered the breakfast. In conversation with our hosts we mentioned our love of dancing.

“I’ll call my friends Daniel and Michelle. They’re going dancing tonight. I’m sure they’ll be glad to take you with them,” Sonja responded.

We spent the afternoon downtown at the sidewalk fair. We found a wonderful Christian Book store called Hull’s Family Book Store.

“We’ve been in business here for 91 years,” Sarah the owner said. (She looked to be about 30). “We like to support Canadian Christian Authors. Yes, I’ll buy your books, just four of each to start. When they sell I’ll order more. I own two other stores, one in Winnipeg and one in Steinbach. I’ll see about getting some for them too.”

Sarah was friendly, helpful and affirming. We went to Staples for more business cards, had supper, and returned to the B&B happy with our day, and excited about going dancing.

Danielle and Michelle were great. We had a grand evening and were ready for sleep.

Sunday morning we drove out to Camp Duncan where four downtown United Churches from ThunderBay were gathering for worship. Tom had talked with Janice Stevenson one of the ministers involved on Saturday. He brought along his guitar and helped with the music. The service was meaningful and fun. The sun kept trying to shine and God’s Son did shine through the people of the four congregations. We were welcomed and fed both spiritually and physically. And we sold books as well as recommending that people go to Hull’s.

On the way home we went to the Amethyst Mine Panorama. A tourist trap yes, yet interesting and fun. We did some mining for amethysts and got a handful of unpolished stones to bring home. We also sold the store clerk two books. All in all it was a good day, and it wasn’t over yet. Daniel and Michelle had invited us to go dancing with them again that evening. This time it was a dancing lesson. Tom and I learned a bit, got some exercise and enjoyed ourselves. Afterward we went for coffee with our new friends. Michelle even bought a copy of “Can I Hold Him?”.

This morning I was up early to do my meditation in the sun room and watch the sunrise. Once again we had a scrumptious breakfast. It was time to load the car and head towards the Sault. The Sleeping Giant B&B has been a fabulous experience, the house the garden and especially Sonja and Dick. The wonder of this journey is that the blessings never end.

2009-09-14T18:56:00.000-07:00

By eight a.m. today, we were on the road heading for Thunder Bay. I had been dreading this part of the drive. Trees, I thought, it will be eight hours of trees. Well, there were trees, yes, lots of trees. The trees came in every shape and shade imaginable. Around almost every corner the trees opened up to a beautiful blue lake, sparkling in the sunshine. Then the trees would close in again. There were miles of rock cuts, some 30-40 feet high, revealing every colour – pinks, blue greys, rusts, even blacks. Once again God overwhelmed me with the beauty of creation. We stopped in Kenora at Ho Jo’s coffee shop and bookstore. It’s owner bought my books outright (Hallelujah), and we bought coffee, a delicious muffin and a Kenora Misty Tea Latte. That was a huge improvement on my milky tea and only half the calories of a cappuccino.

In Dryden we were directed to a wonderful book and gift shop called Inspirations. The owner, Holly, said “This store is my ministry, and I love it. It’s like being surrounded with candy. I’ve got my dream.” Holly also bought my books outright. Her enthusiasm for my books and for her store was catching. The visit certainly gave us a blessing from God.

Arriving in Thunder Bay at supper time, we decided it would be best to get our motel room and then eat. I got out the list and we tried to call. The cell phone acted strange. We went to a shopping centre looking for a pay phone. We stopped at a Kiosk that sold cell phones (not Telus of course). A very pleasant, friendly, helpful young man informed us that Telus had no contract with the Thunder Bay Cell System. He loaned us his phone. We started with B&B’s. After two “no answers” and one “no vacancy” our frustration level on an empty stomach was rising. Tom dialed the “Sleeping Giant B&B”. They had space and the price was manageable. “She sounds nice,” Tom said, his hand over the phone. “Let’s take it.” The same helpful young man got out the phone book map and explained how to get to the B&B and to Montana’s. We took a deep breath and went to eat.

God must have been smiling on us. Supper was good and the B&B wonderful. Our hostess showed us our room – the Green room with pictures of Anne of Green Gables here and there, a wonderful ensuite bath, a sun room to relax in and beautiful flower gardens to enjoy in the morning.

2009-09-12T17:00:00.001-07:00

September 8,9,10

Our time in Winnipeg has been interesting. The Holiday Inn Express with its hot tub welcomed us with low affordable rates. Tuesday night we soaked in the hot water and let the jets do their healing work. Already my elbow is much better. We need to remember that you can’t beat old-fashioned remedies.

Wednesday morning we slept in again. When we finally got on the road it was after eleven. The night before we had listed the United churches and their locations. There are approx. 35 United Churches in Winnipeg. Wow. Checking them out became an ordeal of navigating traffic trying to follow an inadequate map, only to find no one at the churches. By one o’clock we were tired hungry and, of course, cranky. We gave up and headed down to the Forks – the main tourist center of town in hopes of getting a map with all the city streets marked.

The Forks is grand. We wandered through the market inhaling all the wonderful smells. After munching our cheese and a heavenly biscuit from a vendor we felt much better. I indulged in a carmel ice cream cone. Ice cream fixes everything for me. Fortified, we looked around a little more, picked up a transit map at the tourist center and continued our search for churches. By supper time we had sold just two books. For the first time we were disappointed. We asked ourselves, “What have we accomplished?

To our surprise, we discovered that we had done and seen heaps of great things. The most out standing experience and blessing of the day was our visit to Sturgeon Creek United Church. The church building itself is fabulous. Tom and I decided that it is the most beautiful modern Cathedral-like structure we have ever seen. As we stepped from the spacious foyer into the sanctuary the words of God to Moses found in Exodus 3:5 echoed in my mind, “Take off your shoes. The place on which you stand is holy ground.” Reverence, awe, holiness, peace, the Spirit floated on the air. Prayer, thanksgiving, praise filled my soul.

“The original building burned down,” the minister told us. “When the congregation replaced it, they chose to risk being creative.”

Returning to the narthex, he pointed out seven exquisitely quilted panels that tell the Biblical story from Genesis to the Resurrection. With intricate detail and in vivid colours the quilting artists have lovingly created Biblical images that even the unchurched can enjoy. Yes, our visit to Sturgeon Creek Church is one of the highlights of our trip. Once we identified the wonder and beauty of that experience, our hearts were opened to all the other good things and people we had encountered throughout the day. We luxuriated in the hot tub bringing relaxation to our stressed bodies. We were ready for sleep.

Thursday dawned sunny and warm. Our first stop was Charleswood United Church and a visit with Mike Wilson, a classmate from Emmanuel. His love for his congregation and his pride in their accomplishment in the new addition, reminded us once again that this United Church of ours is God’s gift to the world. Michael pointed out the beautiful modern stained glass windows, another artist’s concept of the Biblical story. The sun shone through illuminating the brilliant colours of the amazing designs. God’s Son shone through Michael and his colleague and many others.

That was just the first stop and the day continued, each moment bringing joy for Tom and I. Even the hairdresser, who squeezed me in for a colour and cut, was a blessing. The day over we had supper at a wonderful Greek restaurant on Portage West called the Olympia. We had sold eight books, our tummies were satisfied, we could rest.

2009-09-12T16:37:00.001-07:00

September 7

We slept in. It must have been the clouds and the rain. We had a grand search for our records. When we finally found them, it was after eleven. Sharron made Saskatoon berry pancakes that were delicious. We watched the rain pelt down, stop and then start again. In between showers Tom packed the car. The clock had rolled around to 1:30 when we finally left Fort Qu’Appelle. That along with the change in time, put us in Brandon Manitoba at 6:30 p.m..

We stopped first at a pharmacy to get my elbow checked. Some time in the last three days, I had been bitten by some thing. Infection raged. The spot was swollen, red, and tingling. Time to get it checked. I had two alternatives, three actually. I could take my arm to the hospital, the drugstore or ignore it. WE decided on the pharmacy. The very friendly and helpful pharmacist suggested soaking it in salt water, applying Polysporin, and a bandaide. If it isn’t better tomorrow morning go to a walk-in clinic, she suggested.

“You don’t want to end up in the hospital on IV antibiotics,” she cautioned.

We followed instructions. The next morning it was a bit better. The swelling had diminished.. Tom went to the motel desk and came back with two handfuls of salt packets. We now have a supply for the next three days. We soaked it again

Tom took the car for a checkup and oil change and I did Staples, Sobey’s and the bank. We checked in at bookstores and went to two churches. Sold four books at the churches and left the books on consignment at two stores. It was time to move on to Winnipeg.

2009-09-07T21:27:00.001-07:00

Our Visit in Fort Qu’Appelle, Sept.3-6

Time with friends is special. Last Thursday we checked out two bookstores in Regina. Our books are now for sale at the Book and Brier-Patch, and Burns-Hanley Bookstores. We also stopped at Sunset United Church and Knox Metropolitan United. Our work done we left the city to visit our friends in Fort Qu’Appelle. Sharron and Randy welcomed us for joy. Friday we returned to Roegina to see the RCMP hereitage museum. That was extremely interesting. Friday evening Randy and Sharron treated us to the a wonderful dinner at the Off Bradway Bistro. We enjoyed each other, delicious food, and the Christmas ambiance., taking pictures in front of the Christmas Trees. The owner, Monique told us that in the fall and spring she has authors’ nights in which people gather for dinner and to listen to a reading given my a local author. Afterward the author’s books are for sale. She assured me she would love to organize an author’s evenings for me if I returned to the “Fort”. Saturday was a fabulous slow day., starting with coffee and tea on the patio and a trip to the farmers’ market. Sharron and I enjoyed a long walk down by the lake while Tom rested and kept the washing machine running. Together we cooked supper. Actually Sharron did most of the cooking. I made my famous chocolate sauce. Our tummies filled with delicious food we sat on the patio and talked.

Sunday morning I had the privilege of telling a story at St. Andrews United Church. Afterwards we sold books and then had brunch at a local restaurant. For the rest of the day Randy drove us on a tour of the area. The day ended with another long walk. We have been truly blessed by our friends and their hospitality.

Wednesday, Another book day.

I started this day with a swim in the hotel pool and hot tub. We checked out some bookstores and left our books in . On the road again we stopped and checked out prairie towns between Saskatoon and Regina. I love the prairies. The vast fields of grain speak of God’s extravagant blessings. The openness and endless blue sky
exudes peace. For me the prairies, Canada’s breadbasket, are a holy place. Prairies towns boast of super wide streets. Two giant combines could pass easily downtown. One side of town seems to be always bordered by the railroad, and the other bordered by the highway.

Like Saskatoon, Regina has a ring road that makes travel within the city very efficient. On the way into town we had picked a bed breakfast. When we checked it out, it was full. We phoned through a list in the Regina tourist hadbook. Eventually we contacted the Sunrise Bed and Breakfast.

The owner said, “$45 for a room for two and a bull breakfast. It sounded too good to be true. So we drove over to check it out. It was lovely. We had our won room in the basement with a private bathroom. The living room downstairs was very comfortable. We moved our stuff into our room, chatted with the owners Gary and Jessie and then went for a walk. Once again we were set for the night.

2009-09-02T20:32:00.000-07:00

August 31
This has been a travel and a books day. We started at the West Edmonton Mall. My book "Can I Hold Him" is now available there in the "Fig Tree" books store. The store manager said they carried very few children's books and was afraid that Stella would get lost on their shelves.

On the trip to Saskatoon, we stopped at the information centre in North Battleford. The kind lady working there wanted to buy both books but had only plastic money - bank card and credit card. She suggested we go to the little bookstore downtown called the Crandleberry's Cybre Cafe. We stopped by there, and to our surprise the owner bought our books to stock in her store. The rest of our trip to Saskatoon was uneventful.

August 30

this morning we worshipped at Knox Metropolitan United, a beautiful building and a wonderful congregation. During coffee outside on the lawn, we sold quite a few books. Afterwards we checked back into "New Beginnings" bookshop at Beulah Alliance Church. The store manager had read my books, and gladly took them for sale in their church. We had lunch and then went back to Tom's son's place. I phoned my son to wish him a happy birthday. Family is so special. This was our last day with Will. We visited, went out for supper and relaxed for the evening.

2009-08-31T22:51:00.000-07:00

August 28, 29

This morning we packed up at Jenn’s and had a late breakfast in Calgary at the Lido Café in the Kensington area. The trip to Edmonton was uneventful. We arrived early enough to begin visiting bookstores. We started with “New Beginnings” bookstore at Beulah Alliance Church. As usual, the manager wanted to read the books before deciding to take them. So we left a sample of each and moved on to the “Fig Tree” bookstore in the West Edmonton Mall. Wow! The mall is huge and noisy and full of excitement. We took pictures of the skating rink and the water park, as well as leaving samples at the bookstore.

We got to Tom’s son, Will’s, place in time to go out for a late supper with him. Will suggested that we walk to the restaurant. One of the best parts of where he lives is the community. It’s similar to Yorkville in the early 60’s. The university is a healthy walk, so the area caters to young adults. The street is lined with restaurants and coffee shops and places young people need. Will took us to a fancy restaurant with white table cloths, candles etc. We had a wonderful gourmet meal. Our visit with him had begun. We met his housemates and settled down for a good night’s sleep.

Saturday morning, we walked in a different direction to have breakfast. We followed this by a tour through Muttart gardens where flowers and plants of all varieties are growing in glass pyramid shaped greenhouses. Each of the four pyramids houses a different climate. The garden benches, tables and chairs that were scattered throughout the displays beckoned me to sit and meditate or write. Unique, beautiful and peaceful are the words I would use to describe this place.

Edmonton is divided by the lush green North Saskatchewan river valley. After the gardens we escaped the noise and heat of the city by walking the river valley. About fifteen minutes into our walk, we spied an old fashioned paddle wheeler tied up at a dock - tourist trap of course. Well, Tom and I are tourists, I thought, so why not. Tom went down to investigate sailing time and cost.

“She’s leaving in ten minutes. You have time to get tickets up there at the office,” the captain said as he pointed back up the hill.

Tom volunteered the climb. Will and I found a bench in the shade and waited. The cruise was lovely. The boat went just fast enough to make a light breeze. We sat idly in the sun, and watched the Edmonton sky line slip silently past. Eventually, I decided to walk a bit. I stood on the opposite railing and talked with a lady who lived north of Edmonton.

“That’s my husband, there in the chair. We’ve come to Edmonton to celebrate our first wedding anniversary,” she said. “It’s tomorrow.”

We watched the green water slip past the boat's hull and talked some more. When she asked about me, I told of our book tour.

“What kind of books do you write,” she asked?

Once again, I pulled the books out of my purse. She showed them to her husband. They bought them both. When I was signing them, Tom and Will joined us. We discovered that Dave was a part of “Alternative Solutions Canada Corp;, “Energy for Life”. He sold horizontal windmills, that don’t have to be as high as the vertical ones, and don’t take as much space. Our books enable us to meet the most interesting people.

When our ride was over, we were famished.

“Let’s go to the Cheese Factory Restaurant,” Tom said.

“Yes,” Will and I declared in unison. Within half an hour, we sat at a table laden with delicious Russian food.

Once fed, we realized we were tired. We returned to Will’s to complete our day with a game of Euchre with Will’s housemate Race. Sleep came easily.

August 27

Today we went to the Tyrrell Dinosaur Museum in Drumheller. That was superb. I thought the Dinosaurs at the ROM were amazing. These were just fabulous. We took heaps of pictures. We also went on the guided tour. The temperature was at least 30 degrees Celsius. We trudged up and down the hills of the Alberta badlands in the blazing sun for an hour and a half, while our guide pointed out the seven wonders of the badlands and told its history etc. I wondered if I might be extinct before the tour was over. We were glad to return to the cool dark museum and look at dinosaur bones.

We had supper at Gus’ restaurant in Drumheller. A young family sat at a table across from us. The two kids (age 8 and 5), entertained us. Eventually, a conversation started. In the end we sold them a copy of each book. The children were pleased to stand and watch me sign them. For a few moments I felt like an important author.

Everyday we sell one, two, three, six….books. All we have to do is show them to people and they buy them. That feels good.

We drove home watching a beautiful sunset. This is truly a grand holiday.

2009-08-31T16:40:00.000-07:00

What’s been happening since the 25th?

Heaps and Bunches. Last Wednesday we traveled south to Head Smashed In, Buffalo Jump near Fort Macleod and Lethbridge, Alberta. It sounds gruesome and I suppose in some ways it is. Still we had a great day.

We started early. By 8 a.m. we were flying down a smooth four lane highway. I even did some of the driving. Golden fields of grain waving in the wind, cheered us on, as we passed. We arrived in time for the native dancing performance. It was worth the whole trip. The expert dancers wore beautiful beaded and feathered costumes. The emcee was funny and played the crowd well. He asked for volunteers and nabbed Tom first. Then six others joined Tom, to become the flag bearers for the opening ceremony. Tom disappeared and when the show began, he carried the American flag. God does have a sense of humour. Once the parade was finished, a dancer came out and gave the seven flag bearers a lesson. We all enjoyed their efforts. Of course, the main purpose of these volunteers was to demonstrate how hard and intricate the steps actually are. The emcee thanked his volunteers and the real dancing began. The performance lasted about two hours. It was excellent.

We had buffalo burgers for lunch. They left a little to be desired, mainly because mine was not cooked through. They were having trouble with the barbecue. We walked the trail to the “Buffalo Jump” reading the information posted along the way. The ridge gave a wide few of the big sky and flat lands around us. The Interpretive Center is built into the hill and almost disappears on the landscape. Inside, the information and artifacts of the local native culture and experiences spread out before us on five levels. A replica of the treaty, this Indian nation had made with the British long ago, hung on the wall. I had never before had the opportunity to read a treaty agreement. The native people received very little for their land. It is embarrassing and painful to think it was our ancestors who set out the terms of the agreement.

We finished our tour by three, leaving us time to go to Dove Christian Books in Lethbridge. What a truly beautiful store! The owners are lovely people. They chose to take my books on consignment. Our work done,we walked down the street to the farmer’s market. We stopped to purchase some luscious British Columbia peaches. In the process we sold a copy of Can I Hold Him to the book store owners' niece(She would have bought Spectacular Stella as well, but she didn’t have enough cash with her. She said she'd go to Dove Books to get Stella.) and a copy of both books to her boss from B.C. We also left my card at the Ten Thousand Villages store and suggested to the clerk that she go to Dove Christian Books to buy my books. Hungry, yet again, we ate at an Italian restaurant. Filling our tank with cheap gas in Fort Macleod, we headed back to Calgary. Another day completed.

2009-08-28T08:41:00.000-07:00

August 25

We slept in this morning. We definitely needed the extra rest. Leaving the house at eleven a.m., our first stop was a restaurant for brunch. Tummies full, we started an afternoon of visiting bookstores around the city of Calgary. By the end of the day, three bookstores were carrying our books and two more had samples to read. We will check back with them on Friday a.m. We rushed back to say goodbye to our friends who were going on a retreat. They had supper ready for us. We spent the evening relaxing and preparing a letter to a large book distributor. The day over we collapsed once again into bed.

2009-08-24T22:24:00.000-07:00

Monday, August 24.

This morning we're going to Banff. One moment we are in the plains around Calgary, and the next we're in the Rockies – mammoth outcrops of rocks. The craggy faces of these mountains encircle us. Evergreens march up the mountain side like an army. Suddenly the soldiers stop, giving way to barren rock. It looks as if some unseen hand has taken a razor and shaved the tops clean. The sharp points make a picket fence around us. This is Canmore and it is beautiful.

We take the cutoff into town, searching for the inevitable bookstore. The main street is lined with boutiques, their architecture resembling that of the Swiss Alps. The book store owner won’t be back til after three. We stop at an old school bus for ice cream – heavenly hash in this heavenly place.

Munching contentedly on my ice cream cone, we return to the highway. Banff, and the legendary hot springs are just twenty-five minutes away. Like Canmore, only larger Banff is an Alpine town. Every other store is a gift shop. We have a relaxing swim in the hot springs pool, as we gaze at the mountains. Of course, my bathing suit wasn’t in the bag as we had thought. So I rented one – only $1.90 – mighty cheap. It’s a 1920’s flapper style – not particularly flattering.

“We should have brought the camera in,” I say to Tom.

He just shakes his head, “I’ll go up on the balcony later and get a picture.”

We paddle about and sit on the side of the pool. As usual Tom begins a conversation with two women in similar bathing suits to my rented one. Their husbands take a picture of them. They offer to take one of us and email it to us. We talk some more. Eventually I tell them about my books and we sell one.
“I didn’t bring any money with me,” she says. So once again, I trade on trust and sign a copy of Stella. “I’ll mail the check,” she assures me.

We planned to take a cable car to the top of a mountain. When we check it out, we discover a ticket is $29.50. Ouch! I decide that I have already climbed a mountain a number of years ago. Tom has ridden in this cable car before, so we'll spend our money elsewhere.

We gather up our stuff, take some pictures, and return to Canmore. The owner of Cafe books on Main Street buys three copies of each book.

“When I sell them,” she says, “I’ll order more.”

I smile and fill out the invoice.

“My accountant will mail the check tomorrow,” she says.

“That’s fine,” I reply.

Tom asks, “Where’s a good place for supper.

“Right next door. You can sit on the patio and look at the mountains while you eat.”

We eat our fill, and head back to Calgary. Once again it has been a good day.

2009-08-24T22:22:00.000-07:00

Sunday morning,

We started with church. I can think of no better way to keep the Sabbath. After having lunch with our friends, we drove out to Elbow Falls, about 45 minutes South and West of Calgary. The rugged beauty of the Elbow River as it races over the rocks is breathtaking. Tinted green by the glacial melt, this river is the water source for the city of Calgary. The falls is tiny in comparison to most others I have seen, and yet this place has a magnetism, and a peace that draws local people and tourists. The pathways are paved, with steps cut into the rocks. Here and there, along the river, families enjoyed a picnic. Tom and I walked along the railing and soaked up the Spirit that the river offered us.
We returned to Calgary for a late supper with our friends and then a neat card game before bed. We’ve had a grand day.

Over the whole day, we sold twelve books. It seems that most everyone we show them to wants to buy them. We have brought three hundred with us and they are going quickly. We are truly blessed.

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