The Butterdome.
What a name for building! I believe the name comes from the yellow color of the large exterior of this sports facility at the University of Alberta.
Today, that facility was filled with various craft vendors. I haven't been to a craft show in so long, it felt marvelous to be there with Carla. We got there about 10:15 a.m. and left about 1:15 p.m. I could have stayed even longer!
There was one piece of art I would have loved to have been able to give somebody. It was a piece of art with some very simple pebbles that were shaped like people. The people were sitting in a circle and the title of the piece was simply "Our Circle" if I remember correctly.
We tasted some fine specialty foods, including chocolate covered toffee that was absolutely divine and something called Cowboy Crunch that was also great. Dips, sauces, coffees, ciders . . . they were all there and they were all tasty.
After making it through the craft sale, we went to Vi's for Pies for about an hour.
It felt very Christmas-y to be out and about today, even though it was warmer than expected.
Lord, thank you for a great day of fellowship, fun and foodstuff!
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
Advent, Day 8
Since I am an Edmontonian now, I figured I would put a couple links out here about Christmas activities and events in Edmonton.
http://www.edmontonplus.ca/portal/eventSearch.do?&siteId=1§ion=98&pageIndex=0&maxLinkPerPage=100&maxPagePerSection=5&theText=christmas
http://www.edmonton.ca/portal/server.pt/gateway/PTARGS_0_0_272_214_0_43/http%3B/CMSServer/COEWeb/arts+culture+and+attractions/christmasholidayactivitiesgiftideas.htm
And, of course, I can't resist plugging some activities at my church - North Pointe. We have a Christmas offering to the community called "Caught Up In Christmas." And our Christmas Eve service is an absolute treat! Check out our site at:
www.northpointechurch.ca
http://www.edmontonplus.ca/portal/eventSearch.do?&siteId=1§ion=98&pageIndex=0&maxLinkPerPage=100&maxPagePerSection=5&theText=christmas
http://www.edmonton.ca/portal/server.pt/gateway/PTARGS_0_0_272_214_0_43/http%3B/CMSServer/COEWeb/arts+culture+and+attractions/christmasholidayactivitiesgiftideas.htm
And, of course, I can't resist plugging some activities at my church - North Pointe. We have a Christmas offering to the community called "Caught Up In Christmas." And our Christmas Eve service is an absolute treat! Check out our site at:
www.northpointechurch.ca
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Advent, Day 7
What is Advent?
I have to admit, when growing up, I thought an Advent Calendar was simply used to count down the days until Christmas. Our family usually shared one advent calendar that hung up on the refrigerator and we took turns opening a window. In my head now, I can visualize those lovely advent calendars with their Christian scene - perhaps of the baby Jesus in a cradle, or perhaps of the three wise men in their long robes with staffs in their hands and gazing upon a huge star in the sky. The colors were usually beautiful and the calendar would have sparkly glitter sprinkled over it. If we held the calendar up to the light, the little windows when opened looked like stained glass, or so I thought anyways!
My parents were raised Catholic, but we were not, so I'm not sure when I started to wonder about the religious significance of the pictures on the Advent calendars.
Over the past week or so, I've been looking for little tidbits to put out here on this blog for fun and for my own edification, and I've read a little bit about Advent and its meaning. And though I skimmed the words many times, I have to say that its significance escaped me until a few minutes ago. According to wikipedia, "the season of Advent serves a dual reminder of the original waiting that was done by the Hebrews for the birth of their Messiah as well as the waiting that Christians today endure as they await the second coming of Jesus the Christ."
Well, first of all, now I am wondering how the Hebrews "waited" for the birth of their Messiah. What did they do to prepare? Or did they just go about their daily lives in their waiting period? I certainly can't recall anything specific right now from my own readings, but I'll be looking this up tomorrow.
And then, I think, how am I supposed to wait for Christ's second coming? What should I be doing to prepare as I journey through this life, travelling on various roads, towards Him?
I remember when I was preparing to move to Edmonton. Ah, I was so very excited. I wanted to make sure I was as unencumbered and as free as possible, as I understood that God can use those who are free to focus on Him to a great extent. So, I payed my bills. I got rid of alot of stuff I did not need, though I kept some stuff in storage. I got my documents in order. I said my goodbyes to my family and friends. I prayed constantly to make sure I was doing the right thing. I got the car fixed up and packed it just with bare necessities really. I made the rounds to favorite restaurants and shops for a "last taste" of the Detroit area. I lived for a few weeks with my folks as I waited to depart. Though some of these tasks were not fun for me, I did them all with a great joy and anticipation of what I knew was going to be a great adventure.
And as I am here in the midst of Advent, I wonder if I am living and taking care of business with that same joy and anticipation as I had for beginning a new life here. Are there debts I need to pay? Do I have things in storage that need to be dealt with (i.e., baggage in my life)? Have I given my family and friends up to God or do I try and solve their life issues for them? Am I in prayer as much as I should be - am I still asking God's direction? Am I travelling with just what I need, or is stuff cluttering up my life? Am I a living here for today - getting out into the world around me, experiencing it, and sharing with others? Who am I hanging out with while I wait for Christ's return?
In thinking about these questions, I am grateful for this time of reflection, a time many have named Advent.
I have to admit, when growing up, I thought an Advent Calendar was simply used to count down the days until Christmas. Our family usually shared one advent calendar that hung up on the refrigerator and we took turns opening a window. In my head now, I can visualize those lovely advent calendars with their Christian scene - perhaps of the baby Jesus in a cradle, or perhaps of the three wise men in their long robes with staffs in their hands and gazing upon a huge star in the sky. The colors were usually beautiful and the calendar would have sparkly glitter sprinkled over it. If we held the calendar up to the light, the little windows when opened looked like stained glass, or so I thought anyways!
My parents were raised Catholic, but we were not, so I'm not sure when I started to wonder about the religious significance of the pictures on the Advent calendars.
Over the past week or so, I've been looking for little tidbits to put out here on this blog for fun and for my own edification, and I've read a little bit about Advent and its meaning. And though I skimmed the words many times, I have to say that its significance escaped me until a few minutes ago. According to wikipedia, "the season of Advent serves a dual reminder of the original waiting that was done by the Hebrews for the birth of their Messiah as well as the waiting that Christians today endure as they await the second coming of Jesus the Christ."
Well, first of all, now I am wondering how the Hebrews "waited" for the birth of their Messiah. What did they do to prepare? Or did they just go about their daily lives in their waiting period? I certainly can't recall anything specific right now from my own readings, but I'll be looking this up tomorrow.
And then, I think, how am I supposed to wait for Christ's second coming? What should I be doing to prepare as I journey through this life, travelling on various roads, towards Him?
I remember when I was preparing to move to Edmonton. Ah, I was so very excited. I wanted to make sure I was as unencumbered and as free as possible, as I understood that God can use those who are free to focus on Him to a great extent. So, I payed my bills. I got rid of alot of stuff I did not need, though I kept some stuff in storage. I got my documents in order. I said my goodbyes to my family and friends. I prayed constantly to make sure I was doing the right thing. I got the car fixed up and packed it just with bare necessities really. I made the rounds to favorite restaurants and shops for a "last taste" of the Detroit area. I lived for a few weeks with my folks as I waited to depart. Though some of these tasks were not fun for me, I did them all with a great joy and anticipation of what I knew was going to be a great adventure.
And as I am here in the midst of Advent, I wonder if I am living and taking care of business with that same joy and anticipation as I had for beginning a new life here. Are there debts I need to pay? Do I have things in storage that need to be dealt with (i.e., baggage in my life)? Have I given my family and friends up to God or do I try and solve their life issues for them? Am I in prayer as much as I should be - am I still asking God's direction? Am I travelling with just what I need, or is stuff cluttering up my life? Am I a living here for today - getting out into the world around me, experiencing it, and sharing with others? Who am I hanging out with while I wait for Christ's return?
In thinking about these questions, I am grateful for this time of reflection, a time many have named Advent.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Advent, Day 6
Christmas Linguini.
"Hi. My name is Kathy, and I am a recovering cookaholic." I love to cook. Have I mentioned before that to me, a meal, or even just one dish, is a piece of art. If I may say so myself, I am a fairly decent cook. At least, that is what I thought until . . .
Tuesday. We had a small luncheon at the church to promote an event to some local pastors. I was to shop and cook for the meal. A cream sauce on pasta was requested. Well, I've not made an alfredo or any other kind of cream sauce, so I looked up some recipes online. One recipe I found suggested combining alfredo with pesto for a tasty meal. I thought, "Great! I can get a regular basil pesto (green), and a sun-dried tomato pesto (red), and some prepackaged alfredo sauce, and thus make Christmas Linguini for the group!" Seems simple, eh?
The plan was to also do some garlic bread, and a simple salad. Monday night, I had already made three kinds of biscotti for the event (after practicing - see Day 4) and these were delicious.
Well, I layed out the biscotti -- looked great! Then poured balsamic dressing on the romaine lettuce and topped it with just a little parmegiano reggiano. Got the pasta cooking, and put the alfredo sauce into two pans and began simmering it. Panicked and decided not to do the garlic bread -- mistake because we had no margarine. The pasta sauces looked beautiful. In fact, when combined with the pasta, they looked great. However, the texture was absolutely horrendous. Quite starchy. In fact, usually when your dinner guests are quiet, it is a compliment about the quality of the food. In this case, I'm quite sure their tongues were simply stuck to the roofs of their mouths - thus, preventing them from speaking at all.
Because the pasta did not turn out very good, the bread without margarine or butter seemed pretty bland, and the simple salad seemed cheap. The only saving grace was the biscotti -- they say, always end on a good note. For sure it was the only good note of the meal!
Christmas Linguini -- great in theory, but practical application needs work!
"Hi. My name is Kathy, and I am a recovering cookaholic." I love to cook. Have I mentioned before that to me, a meal, or even just one dish, is a piece of art. If I may say so myself, I am a fairly decent cook. At least, that is what I thought until . . .
Tuesday. We had a small luncheon at the church to promote an event to some local pastors. I was to shop and cook for the meal. A cream sauce on pasta was requested. Well, I've not made an alfredo or any other kind of cream sauce, so I looked up some recipes online. One recipe I found suggested combining alfredo with pesto for a tasty meal. I thought, "Great! I can get a regular basil pesto (green), and a sun-dried tomato pesto (red), and some prepackaged alfredo sauce, and thus make Christmas Linguini for the group!" Seems simple, eh?
The plan was to also do some garlic bread, and a simple salad. Monday night, I had already made three kinds of biscotti for the event (after practicing - see Day 4) and these were delicious.
Well, I layed out the biscotti -- looked great! Then poured balsamic dressing on the romaine lettuce and topped it with just a little parmegiano reggiano. Got the pasta cooking, and put the alfredo sauce into two pans and began simmering it. Panicked and decided not to do the garlic bread -- mistake because we had no margarine. The pasta sauces looked beautiful. In fact, when combined with the pasta, they looked great. However, the texture was absolutely horrendous. Quite starchy. In fact, usually when your dinner guests are quiet, it is a compliment about the quality of the food. In this case, I'm quite sure their tongues were simply stuck to the roofs of their mouths - thus, preventing them from speaking at all.
Because the pasta did not turn out very good, the bread without margarine or butter seemed pretty bland, and the simple salad seemed cheap. The only saving grace was the biscotti -- they say, always end on a good note. For sure it was the only good note of the meal!
Christmas Linguini -- great in theory, but practical application needs work!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Advent, Day 5
Okay, I'm reclaiming Santa. My first year as a Christian, I had a hard time figuring out why so many Christians disowned Santa. I have even a harder time figuring it out now. Today, I had a conversation with one such Christian, and the best I can come up with is that they believe Santa represents the commercialism of Christmas and is in direct opposition to Christmas' real meaning -- the celebration of the birth of Christ.
In all honesty, though, as a non-Christian, I did not think of Santa as a commercial being. I thought of Santa as a benevolent being. I know that in school we learned about St. Nicholas, but I have reinvestigated. What I read about St. Nicholas was very encouraging. Check it out at the link below.
Apparently, Nicholas was born into a devout, wealthy Christian family, and became a strong follower of Christ. His parents died in an epidemic and Nicholas, obeying Jesus' instructions to sell what you own and give to the poor, used his entire inheritance to help those in need.
There is much more information on the site referenced below. Although I have not done exhaustive research regarding Santa, I am persuaded to believe that he was as described above. Many differentiate between St. Nicholas and Santa Claus - I don't. For all those who claim that Santa is all about commercialism in North America, I disagree. But I hope that those with those claims don't participate in the very commercialism to which they are so opposed.
"Santa" means saint and it seems to me Nicholas is a pretty good example of what we as saints often claim we should be like. As such, if our children were to model themselves after St. Nicholas / Santa Claus, I think they would be well on their way to modeling themselves after Jesus.
http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=38
http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=235
In all honesty, though, as a non-Christian, I did not think of Santa as a commercial being. I thought of Santa as a benevolent being. I know that in school we learned about St. Nicholas, but I have reinvestigated. What I read about St. Nicholas was very encouraging. Check it out at the link below.
Apparently, Nicholas was born into a devout, wealthy Christian family, and became a strong follower of Christ. His parents died in an epidemic and Nicholas, obeying Jesus' instructions to sell what you own and give to the poor, used his entire inheritance to help those in need.
There is much more information on the site referenced below. Although I have not done exhaustive research regarding Santa, I am persuaded to believe that he was as described above. Many differentiate between St. Nicholas and Santa Claus - I don't. For all those who claim that Santa is all about commercialism in North America, I disagree. But I hope that those with those claims don't participate in the very commercialism to which they are so opposed.
"Santa" means saint and it seems to me Nicholas is a pretty good example of what we as saints often claim we should be like. As such, if our children were to model themselves after St. Nicholas / Santa Claus, I think they would be well on their way to modeling themselves after Jesus.
http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=38
http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=235
Monday, December 04, 2006
Advent, Day 4
I really do love the holiday season. I was operating in one of my blissful holiday moods Saturday and went to get ingredients to make Cappuccino Biscotti. Cooking and baking are two of my favorite things to do - it is a form of art as far as I'm concerned.
Anyway, the recipe seemed simple enough - you can check it out if you want at http://www.joyofbaking.com/biscotti/CappuccinoBiscotti.html .
The first thing was to roast the hazelnuts - then put them in a clean towel to steam, then rub the towel to "skin" the hazelnuts. Well, I don't know what happened, but I ended up with hazelnut skins all over the kitchen and many didn't peel off, so I painstakingly peeled them off with a knife. This took about an hour, I think, though the recipe makes it seem like a simple Step #1. I groaned from time to time, and noticed the students in the house started exiting the area.
The recipe next suggests using a handmixer for the dough. Okay, perhaps they are correct, if you could only cook the dough on the walls of your kitchen, because frankly, that is where alot of my biscotti dough ended up. I think I was laughing and crying at the same time at this point, and students would wander through every once in a while, but not say anything . . . wisely.
I think my biscotti took a good 3 hours to make, but the students tried it and said they liked it. So, although it was excrutiatingly painful to make, it was also quite fun really. . . or perhaps real funny! I've decided to make biscotti for my holiday baking.
Happy Advent, Day 4.
Anyway, the recipe seemed simple enough - you can check it out if you want at http://www.joyofbaking.com/biscotti/CappuccinoBiscotti.html .
The first thing was to roast the hazelnuts - then put them in a clean towel to steam, then rub the towel to "skin" the hazelnuts. Well, I don't know what happened, but I ended up with hazelnut skins all over the kitchen and many didn't peel off, so I painstakingly peeled them off with a knife. This took about an hour, I think, though the recipe makes it seem like a simple Step #1. I groaned from time to time, and noticed the students in the house started exiting the area.
The recipe next suggests using a handmixer for the dough. Okay, perhaps they are correct, if you could only cook the dough on the walls of your kitchen, because frankly, that is where alot of my biscotti dough ended up. I think I was laughing and crying at the same time at this point, and students would wander through every once in a while, but not say anything . . . wisely.
I think my biscotti took a good 3 hours to make, but the students tried it and said they liked it. So, although it was excrutiatingly painful to make, it was also quite fun really. . . or perhaps real funny! I've decided to make biscotti for my holiday baking.
Happy Advent, Day 4.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Advent, Day 3
Secret Sisters.
One of the things that has meant the most to me on becoming a Christian and participating at my church is the ministry we call "Secret Sisters". The lady standing with me in this picture is Rachel. She was my first Secret Sister on coming up here to Edmonton. I've told her story in a previous blog - if you care to read it, just go to: http://kathybrownsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/rachel.html.
One of the things that has meant the most to me on becoming a Christian and participating at my church is the ministry we call "Secret Sisters". The lady standing with me in this picture is Rachel. She was my first Secret Sister on coming up here to Edmonton. I've told her story in a previous blog - if you care to read it, just go to: http://kathybrownsblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/rachel.html.
Well, I did not have alot of funds to expend on gifts for my secret sister - and there is actually a limit of what we are supposed to spend. But I knew it was not about any gifts. Secret Sister's purpose, at least in my heart, is to learn about someone in our church, and love and pray for them - secretly. A little note or something symbolic once in a while to let the person know they are in our thoughts is not a bad thing. But it is not the point.
I am happy to say that ever since that time when Rachel was my secret sister, we have remained friends and I know that we pray for one another. Through this ministry, I have made a life-time friend, who's own life has touched mine in a very profound way.
We usually wrap up the year with a little Christmas gift to our Secret Sister so I thought it was appropriate just to plug the ministry of Secret Sisters in this Celebration of Advent.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Advent, Day 2
On the subject of snow -- and it seems like we have about a foot and a half here in Edmonton -- check out this website where you can make your own snowflake! The snowflake that falls and says "Your friend's flake" is one I made today for this second day of advent. Every snowflake that is made may help the Salvation Army receive a few more donated dollars during the 2006 Holiday Flake-a-thon! And if that isn't enough, click on the other falling flakes -- you will see that people from all over the world are creating a beautiful snowfall!
http://www.popularfront.com/snowdays/index.html?id=3105632
http://www.popularfront.com/snowdays/index.html?id=3105632
Friday, December 01, 2006
Advent Day 1
I rose early
Though the sun did not;
Pale lavender clouds hung low
Reflecting on the white, white snow
That has created an early Christmas
In my heart.
Love wells up in me
Without my understanding why
As I walk about and talk about
This early Christmas gift -
Not always convenient
Except as a beautiful blanket.
Sometimes I think
I am still on the outside
For it is easy for me to see
That there is something special here
Though not everyone
Receives the gift.
Though the sun did not;
Pale lavender clouds hung low
Reflecting on the white, white snow
That has created an early Christmas
In my heart.
Love wells up in me
Without my understanding why
As I walk about and talk about
This early Christmas gift -
Not always convenient
Except as a beautiful blanket.
Sometimes I think
I am still on the outside
For it is easy for me to see
That there is something special here
Though not everyone
Receives the gift.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
-40 Degrees
Help! It really is -40 degrees here today when you factor in the wind chill. Fahrenheit or Celsius, you ask? Doesn't matter - they are the SAME at -40 degrees. So, all my American friends now have perspective on the gravity of my situation here in Edmonton.
I decided to make a trip to the grocery store today. (I heard you call me an idiot.) I walked to the bus stop. A little over halfway there, I was convinced I was having a stroke. My head hurt that badly! Really, I did not know if I was going to make it. Luckily there is a little shelter there to wait for the bus. My legs were numb within a minute of going outside.
I walked down a road to get to the bus stop. The snow is now so packed on the road -- it is icy even to walk on, much more so to drive on! Ugh.
Baby, it's cold outside!
I decided to make a trip to the grocery store today. (I heard you call me an idiot.) I walked to the bus stop. A little over halfway there, I was convinced I was having a stroke. My head hurt that badly! Really, I did not know if I was going to make it. Luckily there is a little shelter there to wait for the bus. My legs were numb within a minute of going outside.
I walked down a road to get to the bus stop. The snow is now so packed on the road -- it is icy even to walk on, much more so to drive on! Ugh.
Baby, it's cold outside!
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Whimsical?
I recently heard a sermon that touched on a concept regarding worship services that quite intrigues me. The preacher / teacher talked about the fact that we might think that when the music begins on Sunday morning, worship begins. This teacher pointed out that our thoughts are incorrect -- we are merely joining in to a non-stop worship service. That concept is pretty cool.
Every moment of the day and night, someone somewhere is singing and/or praising God. When you begin singing and lifting your hands on Sunday morning, it is like you have dialed in to a webinar or something like that! I thought about that this morning (or rather yesterday morning) as we sang and praised God in church. I wondered what it must be like looked at from Heaven. I imagined that there might be a high-level angel in Heaven assigned to keeping the "Praise & Worship" station up and running, and every time someone or some group sings to God, they automatically "tune in" to the station. God hears our voices raised in song and sees our hands raised toward Him.
I imagine that when hearts are turned toward Him, and voices raised to Him, that it doesn't matter which songs are sung, which key they are sung in, which style is used, etc., because the notes, chords, tones, all get woven together in a perfect pattern for Him to hear. That what might appear to us to be noise and dissonance is to Him perfect harmony.
Every moment of the day and night, someone somewhere is singing and/or praising God. When you begin singing and lifting your hands on Sunday morning, it is like you have dialed in to a webinar or something like that! I thought about that this morning (or rather yesterday morning) as we sang and praised God in church. I wondered what it must be like looked at from Heaven. I imagined that there might be a high-level angel in Heaven assigned to keeping the "Praise & Worship" station up and running, and every time someone or some group sings to God, they automatically "tune in" to the station. God hears our voices raised in song and sees our hands raised toward Him.
I imagine that when hearts are turned toward Him, and voices raised to Him, that it doesn't matter which songs are sung, which key they are sung in, which style is used, etc., because the notes, chords, tones, all get woven together in a perfect pattern for Him to hear. That what might appear to us to be noise and dissonance is to Him perfect harmony.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Family Thanksgiving
"So, how did you cook the turkey this year?" I asked Mom on the phone earlier today.
"Oh, the slow method," she replied. "But it was nearly a disaster."
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I was already laughing inside. Every year it is the same. In fact, it is my favorite holiday tradition. The discussion about how to cook the turkey. A typical Thanksgiving eve and day in terms of turkey and dinner preparation might go something like this:
Mom: "Let's just do the turkey tomorrow, Doug."
Dad: "No, I'm going to do the slow method."
Mom: "You know it's always done early. Come on, let's just do it tomorrow."
Dad: "No, I'm going to do the slow method. It will turn out right."
Mom: "We go through this every year, and every year it's done early."
Dad: "It'll turn out."
Mom: "Okay, well, then you do it. Remember, we eat at 3 o'clock tomorrow."
Dad would put the turkey in around midnight at a very high temperature to kill off any bacteria. After one hour, the oven would be turned down, so the turkey would cook slowly, well, for about 12 - 14 hours, I guess! We would wake up to a heavy turkey smell in the house by 8:00 or 9:00 am.
Sometime before noon, perhaps even at around 9 am, another conversation would take place.
Mom: "Have you checked the turkey?" (to Dad)
Dad: "Go ahead."
Mom: "Doug, I knew it -- the turkey's done."
Dad: (no response)
Mom: "What do you suggest now, Doug?"
Dad: "Is that right?" (notice the total disconnect -- I think he is trying to think what to say.)
Mom: "No really. We told everyone to be here at 3:00."
Dad: "There's nothing I can do."
Mom: "That's just great. It will be cold by the time we're ready." Red in the face, and with a little sarcasm now, "Why don't you call everyone and tell them to come over now. How does that sound!?"
Mom to one of us: "He's not the one who has to do everything else."
I miss this holiday tradition, I really do. But it was good to hear about it again this year.
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"So, how was it nearly a disaster this year, Mom?"
"Well, he put the turkey in at midnight. And then after an hour, thought he turned it down. But he turned the knob the wrong way and set it to broil."
I laughed.
"Luckily, though, a little while later, he thought he should check it, so, he caught it in time. But it was done around 6:00 a.m."
"Oh, the slow method," she replied. "But it was nearly a disaster."
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I was already laughing inside. Every year it is the same. In fact, it is my favorite holiday tradition. The discussion about how to cook the turkey. A typical Thanksgiving eve and day in terms of turkey and dinner preparation might go something like this:
Mom: "Let's just do the turkey tomorrow, Doug."
Dad: "No, I'm going to do the slow method."
Mom: "You know it's always done early. Come on, let's just do it tomorrow."
Dad: "No, I'm going to do the slow method. It will turn out right."
Mom: "We go through this every year, and every year it's done early."
Dad: "It'll turn out."
Mom: "Okay, well, then you do it. Remember, we eat at 3 o'clock tomorrow."
Dad would put the turkey in around midnight at a very high temperature to kill off any bacteria. After one hour, the oven would be turned down, so the turkey would cook slowly, well, for about 12 - 14 hours, I guess! We would wake up to a heavy turkey smell in the house by 8:00 or 9:00 am.
Sometime before noon, perhaps even at around 9 am, another conversation would take place.
Mom: "Have you checked the turkey?" (to Dad)
Dad: "Go ahead."
Mom: "Doug, I knew it -- the turkey's done."
Dad: (no response)
Mom: "What do you suggest now, Doug?"
Dad: "Is that right?" (notice the total disconnect -- I think he is trying to think what to say.)
Mom: "No really. We told everyone to be here at 3:00."
Dad: "There's nothing I can do."
Mom: "That's just great. It will be cold by the time we're ready." Red in the face, and with a little sarcasm now, "Why don't you call everyone and tell them to come over now. How does that sound!?"
Mom to one of us: "He's not the one who has to do everything else."
I miss this holiday tradition, I really do. But it was good to hear about it again this year.
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"So, how was it nearly a disaster this year, Mom?"
"Well, he put the turkey in at midnight. And then after an hour, thought he turned it down. But he turned the knob the wrong way and set it to broil."
I laughed.
"Luckily, though, a little while later, he thought he should check it, so, he caught it in time. But it was done around 6:00 a.m."
Friday, November 24, 2006
For My Canadian Family
What were you guys talking about when you said "Michigan gets more snow than we do!" Please look out your window, then come back to the computer and look at the temps in Michigan for the next 4 days. My mother is playing golf there today. People, it can't snow there! I say we make a dash for the border!
Note as well that we are in sunny Alberta, yet the one "sunny" symbol here is for Michigan.
I feel so mislead......
For My Michigan Family
I know after seeing this that you will feel very sorry for me. Looking at this weather comparison of the next 4 days in our respective areas, you must be saying "I wonder why Kathy even moved to Edmonton!" You aren't alone.... but for sure it wasn't for the weather! Please note, that the "-" symbol in front of the numbers is not a typo.
Sympathy gifts will be received gladly....
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Thanksgiving 2006
What a Thanksgiving day today was for me. I have lots to be grateful for no matter what else.
I got up to another significant "dump" of snow. As much of a pain snow can be to drive in and shovel, God sure blessed us with the beauty of these winter blankets dropped upon us. I went to Bible Study Fellowship at the Chinese Christian Church on Edmonton's South Side. Unfortunately, I missed my 7:51 a.m. bus, so I had to wait an hour to catch the next one. I hopped on the 150 to Northgate, then the 16 to Downtown, then the 81 to the South Side. It takes about and hour this way. Anyway, I had great drivers on the Edmonton Transit System (ETS) today. They drove conservatively and patiently and I was grateful as the traffic can be rough here.
So, I was at least able to catch the lecture portion of the study today, and as usual was not disappointed -- Romans is a great study. Today, we focused on Romans 6:1-11. Ah, so many reminders. A couple of things really struck me. Firstly, that it is important to remember that as a Christian, I died to sin. But that does not mean that sin died in me. Dying to sin as it was discussed today means that we are no longer slaves to sin. We no longer have to sin. Sin is no longer comfortable. So, I died to sin. I only died once to sin -- that's it. It is not a daily practice. Jesus Christ died for my sins, and upon my baptism with Christ, I died. He owns me and He won't let me go back to the old ways.
The daily practice / challenge is dying to self. Dying to my desires that aren't what God would have for me. Oh and there are plenty of those, I'm sure.
Anyway, it was great to see the ladies again. I climbed on the bus to go back home and the roads were significantly worse. But it was sure beautiful. So pristine and clean looking and the large pines look beautiful when iced with snow!
I got a bit of work done, then Gloria brought lasagna for dinner. It was very good -- we have another one for tomorrow! Woo Hoo!
My friend Simon came over and he, Adam & I watched much of Season II of "The Office". Oh my!
I talked with my family and that was fun, too!
A great Thanksgiving.
I got up to another significant "dump" of snow. As much of a pain snow can be to drive in and shovel, God sure blessed us with the beauty of these winter blankets dropped upon us. I went to Bible Study Fellowship at the Chinese Christian Church on Edmonton's South Side. Unfortunately, I missed my 7:51 a.m. bus, so I had to wait an hour to catch the next one. I hopped on the 150 to Northgate, then the 16 to Downtown, then the 81 to the South Side. It takes about and hour this way. Anyway, I had great drivers on the Edmonton Transit System (ETS) today. They drove conservatively and patiently and I was grateful as the traffic can be rough here.
So, I was at least able to catch the lecture portion of the study today, and as usual was not disappointed -- Romans is a great study. Today, we focused on Romans 6:1-11. Ah, so many reminders. A couple of things really struck me. Firstly, that it is important to remember that as a Christian, I died to sin. But that does not mean that sin died in me. Dying to sin as it was discussed today means that we are no longer slaves to sin. We no longer have to sin. Sin is no longer comfortable. So, I died to sin. I only died once to sin -- that's it. It is not a daily practice. Jesus Christ died for my sins, and upon my baptism with Christ, I died. He owns me and He won't let me go back to the old ways.
The daily practice / challenge is dying to self. Dying to my desires that aren't what God would have for me. Oh and there are plenty of those, I'm sure.
Anyway, it was great to see the ladies again. I climbed on the bus to go back home and the roads were significantly worse. But it was sure beautiful. So pristine and clean looking and the large pines look beautiful when iced with snow!
I got a bit of work done, then Gloria brought lasagna for dinner. It was very good -- we have another one for tomorrow! Woo Hoo!
My friend Simon came over and he, Adam & I watched much of Season II of "The Office". Oh my!
I talked with my family and that was fun, too!
A great Thanksgiving.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Sometimes, something just strikes me!
Ahhhh......once in a while, something just grabs my focus and won't let go! There is some artwork like that - do you know what I mean? A while ago, I happened on a website called Illustration Friday. Illustrators, professional and amateur participate, and I have found some really great artists there. Paige, in California, who allowed me to use one of her pictures on our church website at one time for The Singing Christmas Tree, and most recently Irisz who is an illustrator in Hungary for children's books and for other things as well. The work of both of these artists really touch my heart and inspires me. Check out the links on the right to their blogs. Unbelievable stuff.
Today, at church, we had a luncheon, and my little friend Ava sat with me for a while. Today, she told me "I wike you!" If you want to read a little story about Ava and I, check out "Tum Tatty Tum!" . Here is a pic of Ava and her mum - my friend Jaycee. Aren't they adorable?
Today, at church, we had a luncheon, and my little friend Ava sat with me for a while. Today, she told me "I wike you!" If you want to read a little story about Ava and I, check out "Tum Tatty Tum!" . Here is a pic of Ava and her mum - my friend Jaycee. Aren't they adorable?
Have a great day!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Harmony
"How wonderful it is, how pleasant,
when brothers live together in harmony!
For harmony is as precious as the fragrant anointing oil
that was poured over Aaron's head,
that ran down his beard
and onto the border of his robe.
Harmony is as refreshing as the dew from Mount Hermon
that falls on the mountains of Zion.
And the Lord has pronounced his blessing,
even life forevermore."
Psalm 133, New Living Translation
Harmony
I was very grateful to have this Psalm in my devotionals yesterday. In fact, I made it my whole devotional. The word and concept that most intrigues me in this Psalm is "harmony".
What intrigues me about the word is that it implies unity as well as differences. I believe that unity very often gets misrepresented or misunderstood and is perceived as "uniformity". Many people think that we should all think alike, act alike, believe alike, dress alike, as if uniformity is something of a beautiful nature. Nothing could be further from the truth in my view.
Check out the definitions of harmony at www.dictionary.com. The first definitions are "agreement" and "accord". The third definition has to do with music. In order for there to be "harmony" in a musical sense, there must be different notes sung or played simultaneously. There is no harmony if everyone plays or sings the same note. No harmony at all. Part B of this definition indicates that harmony could be these different notes, blending into chords that are especially pleasing to the ear.
It is interesting, isn't it, that different notes played together are especially pleasing to our ears? I've been practicing some jazz Christmas songs on the piano, and the chords require my 10 fingers to play 10 different notes. The harmony is quite close - that is, the notes are quite close together - and quite beautiful to my ears. Those notes individually are quite boring to me. It is not near so pleasing to practice my flute, as I can not create any harmony with that instrument alone. But get a few flutes together - wow! Harmony happens.
I think it is the same for God. I think His ears are pleased when we raise our voices to him in harmony. And I think His heart is pleased when we bring our differences together, our different thoughts, our different dress styles, our different activities, our different ways of expressing our faith, and blend them into human chords, designed for one purpose - to honour Him. There's nothing like some good harmony to create some good unity!
when brothers live together in harmony!
For harmony is as precious as the fragrant anointing oil
that was poured over Aaron's head,
that ran down his beard
and onto the border of his robe.
Harmony is as refreshing as the dew from Mount Hermon
that falls on the mountains of Zion.
And the Lord has pronounced his blessing,
even life forevermore."
Psalm 133, New Living Translation
Harmony
I was very grateful to have this Psalm in my devotionals yesterday. In fact, I made it my whole devotional. The word and concept that most intrigues me in this Psalm is "harmony".
What intrigues me about the word is that it implies unity as well as differences. I believe that unity very often gets misrepresented or misunderstood and is perceived as "uniformity". Many people think that we should all think alike, act alike, believe alike, dress alike, as if uniformity is something of a beautiful nature. Nothing could be further from the truth in my view.
Check out the definitions of harmony at www.dictionary.com. The first definitions are "agreement" and "accord". The third definition has to do with music. In order for there to be "harmony" in a musical sense, there must be different notes sung or played simultaneously. There is no harmony if everyone plays or sings the same note. No harmony at all. Part B of this definition indicates that harmony could be these different notes, blending into chords that are especially pleasing to the ear.
It is interesting, isn't it, that different notes played together are especially pleasing to our ears? I've been practicing some jazz Christmas songs on the piano, and the chords require my 10 fingers to play 10 different notes. The harmony is quite close - that is, the notes are quite close together - and quite beautiful to my ears. Those notes individually are quite boring to me. It is not near so pleasing to practice my flute, as I can not create any harmony with that instrument alone. But get a few flutes together - wow! Harmony happens.
I think it is the same for God. I think His ears are pleased when we raise our voices to him in harmony. And I think His heart is pleased when we bring our differences together, our different thoughts, our different dress styles, our different activities, our different ways of expressing our faith, and blend them into human chords, designed for one purpose - to honour Him. There's nothing like some good harmony to create some good unity!
Monday, November 13, 2006
Saturday
Well, what a Saturday! Early in the day, my goal was to get to St. Albert by bus. Unfortunately, unbeknownst (I love that word, but have never written until now!) to me prior to my departing the house, the St. Albert transit system was not running. So, after much sitting in the cold, but meeting nice people, I trekked back home, called Joce, who picked me up for an afternoon of shopping, football, then dinner and a movie. The shopping was fun -- I had forgotten it was Brenda's birthday, so picked up a card for her.
Then it was time for football. I get a total kick out of watching people I know play the game. Joce's son Cory was playing for UofS against Winnipeg. He's had some struggles with his knees, and early in the season, it looked grim for a full, rewarding season. But seemingly against the odds, Cory has had a healthy season and we watched him score a 72-yard touchdown on television yesterday. That, my friends, was a very rewarding time, and is about the only thing worthwhile I've seen on television in a while.
Joce's other son, Jean-Marc, was in Vancouver playing a Championship game for the Edmonton Wildcats (junior league). Once in a while, Joce's husband Bob (who was there watching the game) or brother Charles (who was here listening to the game) would call with the news from that game, but Joce was too nervous to hear it. So, I would talk to Charles, and I really thought we were going to pull that one off, too. We lost by one point in the final seconds of the game. The headlines call it heartbreak. I call it victory. This team has been struggling for a number of years......I've watched them. They would start seasons well, but fizzle out, usually amidst a load of penalties. This year, they turned a corner, and made it to the championships. And Jean-Marc made an interception in the last 4 minutes of the game -- a key play. I wish I could have seen the game.
Both Jean-Marc and Cory are winners to me. They've both had obstacles to overcome and they've overcome them. With grace.
We all face challenges -- but the challenges are very different for us all. Even as brothers or sisters. My sister Jackie was a nationally ranked tennis player. She won alot of trophies / tournaments, at least relative to the rest of us. But there is some pressure when you are in the public eye, even to that little extent. People always ask and want to know what you did with your tennis, or want to know that you are a success -- alot of judging takes place, you know? So, as a winner, alot of times, you are expected to keep winning, winning, winning, in anything and everything you do, or at least it seems like those are the expectations. The struggle for Jackie may sometimes be the struggle against performing based on others' expectations.
On the flip side, I'd always seem to almost make it. I'd win gold medals at the district level, but when it came to regionals, I'd take the silver. In college, I nearly made the team, but did not follow up -- just assumed I hadn't made it. Internally, what this means for me is that I feel unworthy, like somehow I will never take the gold in anything worthwhile. The real struggle for me is against performing up to and based on past experience.
The funny thing is, I can remember watching the Olympics as a kid - our whole family watched with a passion as athletes from around the world would come together and compete. And I tell you, I would look at the gold, silver and bronze medalists receive their medals, and I always thought what an honor it would be to be any of those recipients. Bronze to me meant #3 in the whole world -- wow!
I've noticed alot of thinking out there today that would have us believe that winning, and in particular, winning the gold is everything. The truth of the matter is, when you compete or run a race with your whole heart, you win. Period. End of discussion.
I read a story the other day about a race in the Special Olympics. There were 16 competitors I believe, and as they started running, one of the competitors fell on the track and yelled out. The other 15 competitors stopped, turned around, went and picked up the 16th competitor and then they all completed the race together, crossing the finish line at the same time, to the cheers of spectators in the stands. Who do you think the winner was in this race? If you can pick just one gold medalist, you are more able than me!
It sure does make me stop and consider what race I am running, and what I perceive as winning the race.
Then it was time for football. I get a total kick out of watching people I know play the game. Joce's son Cory was playing for UofS against Winnipeg. He's had some struggles with his knees, and early in the season, it looked grim for a full, rewarding season. But seemingly against the odds, Cory has had a healthy season and we watched him score a 72-yard touchdown on television yesterday. That, my friends, was a very rewarding time, and is about the only thing worthwhile I've seen on television in a while.
Joce's other son, Jean-Marc, was in Vancouver playing a Championship game for the Edmonton Wildcats (junior league). Once in a while, Joce's husband Bob (who was there watching the game) or brother Charles (who was here listening to the game) would call with the news from that game, but Joce was too nervous to hear it. So, I would talk to Charles, and I really thought we were going to pull that one off, too. We lost by one point in the final seconds of the game. The headlines call it heartbreak. I call it victory. This team has been struggling for a number of years......I've watched them. They would start seasons well, but fizzle out, usually amidst a load of penalties. This year, they turned a corner, and made it to the championships. And Jean-Marc made an interception in the last 4 minutes of the game -- a key play. I wish I could have seen the game.
Both Jean-Marc and Cory are winners to me. They've both had obstacles to overcome and they've overcome them. With grace.
We all face challenges -- but the challenges are very different for us all. Even as brothers or sisters. My sister Jackie was a nationally ranked tennis player. She won alot of trophies / tournaments, at least relative to the rest of us. But there is some pressure when you are in the public eye, even to that little extent. People always ask and want to know what you did with your tennis, or want to know that you are a success -- alot of judging takes place, you know? So, as a winner, alot of times, you are expected to keep winning, winning, winning, in anything and everything you do, or at least it seems like those are the expectations. The struggle for Jackie may sometimes be the struggle against performing based on others' expectations.
On the flip side, I'd always seem to almost make it. I'd win gold medals at the district level, but when it came to regionals, I'd take the silver. In college, I nearly made the team, but did not follow up -- just assumed I hadn't made it. Internally, what this means for me is that I feel unworthy, like somehow I will never take the gold in anything worthwhile. The real struggle for me is against performing up to and based on past experience.
The funny thing is, I can remember watching the Olympics as a kid - our whole family watched with a passion as athletes from around the world would come together and compete. And I tell you, I would look at the gold, silver and bronze medalists receive their medals, and I always thought what an honor it would be to be any of those recipients. Bronze to me meant #3 in the whole world -- wow!
I've noticed alot of thinking out there today that would have us believe that winning, and in particular, winning the gold is everything. The truth of the matter is, when you compete or run a race with your whole heart, you win. Period. End of discussion.
I read a story the other day about a race in the Special Olympics. There were 16 competitors I believe, and as they started running, one of the competitors fell on the track and yelled out. The other 15 competitors stopped, turned around, went and picked up the 16th competitor and then they all completed the race together, crossing the finish line at the same time, to the cheers of spectators in the stands. Who do you think the winner was in this race? If you can pick just one gold medalist, you are more able than me!
It sure does make me stop and consider what race I am running, and what I perceive as winning the race.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
In The Meantime
"I am coming to visit you after I have been to Macedonia, for I am planning to travel through Macedonia. Perhaps I will stay awhile with you, possibly all winter, and then you can send me on my way to my next destination. This time I don’t want to make just a short visit and then go right on. I want to come and stay awhile, if the Lord will let me. In the meantime, I will be staying here at Ephesus until the Festival of Pentecost. There is a wide-open door for a great work here, although many oppose me."
1 Corinthians 16:5-9 (New Living Translation)
In The Meantime
Lately, the phrase "in the meantime" has been coming up a lot in my thoughts and conversations. Usually, that means a devotional will spit out eventually - hence, this little piece.
Really, though, I have felt in a constant mode of waiting for the past three years. I chose a course of action that seemed right and validated. And yet, my choice(s) seem to have just lengthened the period of waiting. Wait, worry and work. That's what my life appears to be about. I keep thinking that just around the corner, I'll be able to rest a bit. But then, a worry comes up. And worry is work, let me tell you. When I am worried, it doesn't matter how much time I have off -- a weekend or a month -- it is as if no time at all is free.
It is as if I have a mission somewhere out there in my nebulous future, but in the meantime, I am here doing this. It doesn't matter where "here" is or what "this" is -- it is simply my "in the meantime" experience. Do you ever feel like this or think like this? Some of us, from what I can discern, really have found their niche. When you talk to them, they say things like "I have the best job in the world" or "I wouldn't trade what I do for anything". I marvel and I wonder if they have found their niche......or if they have learned the secret of living "in the meantime."
I am in wait, worry and work mode again, but travelling to and from downtown Edmonton in the mornings and evenings, respectively, I gaze through the bus windows at the wintry city scenes flashing by. We have had a couple of relatively early snowfalls, and there is a blanket of white that illuminates the houses with their twinkling lights, and that somehow makes normally unattractive storefronts seem quaint and inviting all of a sudden. And as I each day meet more and more people who are kinder than I ever expected, I thank God for reminding me that though I may struggle and strain for things unseen and as yet unrevealed to me, and though there is alway hope for a better future . . .
What we do in the meantime reveals the extent to which our character has been developed. Will we push on to the next destination because our desire is so great that it overwhelms everything else? Or will we try and see the wide-open door(s) for great works to be done right where we are?
Life is lived "in the meantime."
1 Corinthians 16:5-9 (New Living Translation)
In The Meantime
Lately, the phrase "in the meantime" has been coming up a lot in my thoughts and conversations. Usually, that means a devotional will spit out eventually - hence, this little piece.
Really, though, I have felt in a constant mode of waiting for the past three years. I chose a course of action that seemed right and validated. And yet, my choice(s) seem to have just lengthened the period of waiting. Wait, worry and work. That's what my life appears to be about. I keep thinking that just around the corner, I'll be able to rest a bit. But then, a worry comes up. And worry is work, let me tell you. When I am worried, it doesn't matter how much time I have off -- a weekend or a month -- it is as if no time at all is free.
It is as if I have a mission somewhere out there in my nebulous future, but in the meantime, I am here doing this. It doesn't matter where "here" is or what "this" is -- it is simply my "in the meantime" experience. Do you ever feel like this or think like this? Some of us, from what I can discern, really have found their niche. When you talk to them, they say things like "I have the best job in the world" or "I wouldn't trade what I do for anything". I marvel and I wonder if they have found their niche......or if they have learned the secret of living "in the meantime."
I am in wait, worry and work mode again, but travelling to and from downtown Edmonton in the mornings and evenings, respectively, I gaze through the bus windows at the wintry city scenes flashing by. We have had a couple of relatively early snowfalls, and there is a blanket of white that illuminates the houses with their twinkling lights, and that somehow makes normally unattractive storefronts seem quaint and inviting all of a sudden. And as I each day meet more and more people who are kinder than I ever expected, I thank God for reminding me that though I may struggle and strain for things unseen and as yet unrevealed to me, and though there is alway hope for a better future . . .
What we do in the meantime reveals the extent to which our character has been developed. Will we push on to the next destination because our desire is so great that it overwhelms everything else? Or will we try and see the wide-open door(s) for great works to be done right where we are?
Life is lived "in the meantime."
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Teamwork
I feel sorry for my readers sometimes! Readers, I am going through a really rough time, but I hope you bear with me as my hope actually lies in my Lord, Jesus Christ, and He does not let His people down, nor does He let them be down for very long. So, again, bear with me as I go into "reflection" mode.
I've written about the desire to be on a team -- to be "One of the Three" as it were. But what about what happens when you are not chosen to be on a team? Let me tell you, there was not a high school tennis team in my area that would not have chosen me to be on their team. Let me also tell you, that in terms of any other sport, no one would have chosen me to be on their team.
I don't think I would have picked me for any other sport than tennis. I couldn’t hit a softball past the in-field. The volleyball hurt me, so I preferred not to hit it at all. If throwing 2-handed baskets was cool, I would have been considered quite cool. I swam like a turtle. And you know what? Though it was humiliating to be bad at sports, the only time it really, really hurt not to be picked for a team was when it was one of my friends that was doing the picking. Because for some reason, I think that the friendship is worth the risk of losing.
But what would hurt even more than that, would be a friend not picking me for a tennis team. After all, I know I am a decent player -- I was #1 in my district for at least a couple of years. It would not make sense for someone not to pick me for their team. And please note the word friend. It would not surprise me if someone who didn't like me didn't pick me for their team -- we tend to pick those we like -- makes sense most times. But if a friend didn't pick me, well, that would hurt.
At one time, I worked for a consulting firm in the Washington, D.C. area. I had recently been promoted to the position of Regional Business Manager, when my boss, the Regional Manager, decided to leave the firm. I had worked for him for 8 years or so, and so this was going to be a big change for me. My boss and I talked about who were good candidates for the position, and there was one that I really plugged for. He was good with clients; was exhuberant but sort of grandfatherly, too; he had garnered some respect among the consultants; he seemed like he would accept help in terms of the business side of things; he seemed to be fairly good with the accounting side of things -- turning in reimbursement requests, etc., on time; and he and I got along great. I mean really great. He was a deacon at his church and seemed like an awesome family man.
So, he became the Regional Manager. Shortly thereafter, I noticed that I was being left out of meetings, and that instead of utilizing me as the business manager, he was going to his boss's business manager for assistance instead. Now, I had received EXCELLENT reviews during my tenure at this position, and it was well known that I knew the ins and outs of the region. Our region had three offices with probably 130 - 150 staff. I had built good relationships with staff at all levels. Though I had been promoted through the ranks, from the clerical to the administrative to the managerial role, most of the peers I worked with had no resentment of that. Honestly, I fit the role.
But things continued to go south. I had been taught over the years to not assume responsibility unless it had been specifically given to me. In other words, not to overstep my bounds. This goes against my nature -- I like to see things done right and have a high regard for excellence, so if I am associated with a task, I take it personally. This is the area I received the most coaching in, and indeed sought out the coaching and advice. Anyway, not taking responsibility and not going out on a limb can be a very dangerous thing if your boss also does not want to take responsibility or go out on a limb or is less than confident in his/her own abilities. It soon became apparent that my boss had less than optimal skils in terms of business management, and that he was looking for someone else (i.e., me) to answer to his boss regarding business issues. If I made this too complex, note that this is commonly referred to as "passing the buck" or simply not taking responsibility. What he wanted me to do was to give my answers to his region's business issues to his boss (he did not want accountability), but at the same time not recognize my work. This was starting to be bad news.
Now, I was used to seeing and sometimes experiencing this kind of behavior unfortunately. Corporate America loves phrases like "Don't let it stick." But I was not used to being treated like this by someone I trusted and in fact, recommended and helped into the position. That hurt. Things got worse. One day he told me that my former boss "had never intended you [me] to be the Regional Business Manager." This was an out and out attack. What had I done to garner this? I could not understand it at all. I won’t bore you with the details, but though the lies were exposed, it did not positively impact the effect on me and my career in that firm.
Now, the single most hurtful thing was not any particular event in the whole story. The single most hurtful thing was that someone I had considered a friend would strike me. Honestly, I couldn't have done what this guy did to my worst enemy. And even worse in my view at the time was the fact that his boss, also a deacon at his own church, did not rectify the situation. I had done alot of good work for that guy over the years, and that he would allow someone to behave like that is still amazing to me. I was laid off by these two deacons. Over the next couple of years, they lost their positions with the firm.
I have tried to remain trusting in the workplace, though it can be quite challenging. I still get hurt when a friend doesn't choose me for their team, especially when I am good at the sport. But worst of all are those who have the authority, the right and the ability to do the right thing, but choose not to. A friend is worth the risk.
I've written about the desire to be on a team -- to be "One of the Three" as it were. But what about what happens when you are not chosen to be on a team? Let me tell you, there was not a high school tennis team in my area that would not have chosen me to be on their team. Let me also tell you, that in terms of any other sport, no one would have chosen me to be on their team.
I don't think I would have picked me for any other sport than tennis. I couldn’t hit a softball past the in-field. The volleyball hurt me, so I preferred not to hit it at all. If throwing 2-handed baskets was cool, I would have been considered quite cool. I swam like a turtle. And you know what? Though it was humiliating to be bad at sports, the only time it really, really hurt not to be picked for a team was when it was one of my friends that was doing the picking. Because for some reason, I think that the friendship is worth the risk of losing.
But what would hurt even more than that, would be a friend not picking me for a tennis team. After all, I know I am a decent player -- I was #1 in my district for at least a couple of years. It would not make sense for someone not to pick me for their team. And please note the word friend. It would not surprise me if someone who didn't like me didn't pick me for their team -- we tend to pick those we like -- makes sense most times. But if a friend didn't pick me, well, that would hurt.
At one time, I worked for a consulting firm in the Washington, D.C. area. I had recently been promoted to the position of Regional Business Manager, when my boss, the Regional Manager, decided to leave the firm. I had worked for him for 8 years or so, and so this was going to be a big change for me. My boss and I talked about who were good candidates for the position, and there was one that I really plugged for. He was good with clients; was exhuberant but sort of grandfatherly, too; he had garnered some respect among the consultants; he seemed like he would accept help in terms of the business side of things; he seemed to be fairly good with the accounting side of things -- turning in reimbursement requests, etc., on time; and he and I got along great. I mean really great. He was a deacon at his church and seemed like an awesome family man.
So, he became the Regional Manager. Shortly thereafter, I noticed that I was being left out of meetings, and that instead of utilizing me as the business manager, he was going to his boss's business manager for assistance instead. Now, I had received EXCELLENT reviews during my tenure at this position, and it was well known that I knew the ins and outs of the region. Our region had three offices with probably 130 - 150 staff. I had built good relationships with staff at all levels. Though I had been promoted through the ranks, from the clerical to the administrative to the managerial role, most of the peers I worked with had no resentment of that. Honestly, I fit the role.
But things continued to go south. I had been taught over the years to not assume responsibility unless it had been specifically given to me. In other words, not to overstep my bounds. This goes against my nature -- I like to see things done right and have a high regard for excellence, so if I am associated with a task, I take it personally. This is the area I received the most coaching in, and indeed sought out the coaching and advice. Anyway, not taking responsibility and not going out on a limb can be a very dangerous thing if your boss also does not want to take responsibility or go out on a limb or is less than confident in his/her own abilities. It soon became apparent that my boss had less than optimal skils in terms of business management, and that he was looking for someone else (i.e., me) to answer to his boss regarding business issues. If I made this too complex, note that this is commonly referred to as "passing the buck" or simply not taking responsibility. What he wanted me to do was to give my answers to his region's business issues to his boss (he did not want accountability), but at the same time not recognize my work. This was starting to be bad news.
Now, I was used to seeing and sometimes experiencing this kind of behavior unfortunately. Corporate America loves phrases like "Don't let it stick." But I was not used to being treated like this by someone I trusted and in fact, recommended and helped into the position. That hurt. Things got worse. One day he told me that my former boss "had never intended you [me] to be the Regional Business Manager." This was an out and out attack. What had I done to garner this? I could not understand it at all. I won’t bore you with the details, but though the lies were exposed, it did not positively impact the effect on me and my career in that firm.
Now, the single most hurtful thing was not any particular event in the whole story. The single most hurtful thing was that someone I had considered a friend would strike me. Honestly, I couldn't have done what this guy did to my worst enemy. And even worse in my view at the time was the fact that his boss, also a deacon at his own church, did not rectify the situation. I had done alot of good work for that guy over the years, and that he would allow someone to behave like that is still amazing to me. I was laid off by these two deacons. Over the next couple of years, they lost their positions with the firm.
I have tried to remain trusting in the workplace, though it can be quite challenging. I still get hurt when a friend doesn't choose me for their team, especially when I am good at the sport. But worst of all are those who have the authority, the right and the ability to do the right thing, but choose not to. A friend is worth the risk.
Slacking Off
Slacking off - that's been me in terms of blogging. There's so much to write about. The receiving of what I've called a miracle, though not everyone would agree with me. Disappointments. Answers to prayer. Loss of trust. Loss of friendships. New friendships. Aches & pains. Excitement. Fear. Resolve. Tiredness. Gladness. Sadness. Questions, questions, questions.
Wow! Just writing that makes the phrase "the cycle of life" come to mind. I've been trying to clean house a bit before getting back into the heavy grind, and have run across old sermon notes. I read a fill in the blank sentence from one today that basically says we will not let our circumstances overwhelm us. Hmmmmm......
There was a good post on Justin Majeau's blog today discussing women and leadership in the church and other organizations. I am reminded of a question posed to one of my uncles, who was a senior military man, now retired from the U.S. Coast Guard. I was visiting with him in 1997, and at the time there was a bit of a brew-ha-ha at one of the military schools or academies because of their policy to not allow women in their school. The school had resisted allowing women to the point where the issue was a matter for all media and was then put before the Supreme Court (if I remember correctly). I asked my Uncle for his perspective on the subject, and I will never forget his response:
"You can either do the right thing, or have someone make you to do the right thing. Which would you prefer?"
Wow! Just writing that makes the phrase "the cycle of life" come to mind. I've been trying to clean house a bit before getting back into the heavy grind, and have run across old sermon notes. I read a fill in the blank sentence from one today that basically says we will not let our circumstances overwhelm us. Hmmmmm......
There was a good post on Justin Majeau's blog today discussing women and leadership in the church and other organizations. I am reminded of a question posed to one of my uncles, who was a senior military man, now retired from the U.S. Coast Guard. I was visiting with him in 1997, and at the time there was a bit of a brew-ha-ha at one of the military schools or academies because of their policy to not allow women in their school. The school had resisted allowing women to the point where the issue was a matter for all media and was then put before the Supreme Court (if I remember correctly). I asked my Uncle for his perspective on the subject, and I will never forget his response:
"You can either do the right thing, or have someone make you to do the right thing. Which would you prefer?"
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Only One Way To Go
So, a few weeks ago, I visited Norm & Sophie -- friends of mine who I admire and love. They have both offered me encouragement by their very presence. And they both are examples of a grace and generosity of spirit that we don't experience as often today perhaps as we would have experienced years ago.
In discussing my situation of being in need of work and a work permit, Norm offered me the encouragement to be patient and not rush. And that a door would open, and that often only one door would open. Well, that is both good and bad to me.
It is easier often if just one door does open. When two open choice has to be exercised, and if the choice seems like a choice between "life" and "death", well, that presents a situation that can be quite difficult. Sometimes it is even more difficult is if both choices seem like excellent choices -- just two different paths to the same destination.
I am facing a choice - I ask that you pray for me to make the best choice.
In discussing my situation of being in need of work and a work permit, Norm offered me the encouragement to be patient and not rush. And that a door would open, and that often only one door would open. Well, that is both good and bad to me.
It is easier often if just one door does open. When two open choice has to be exercised, and if the choice seems like a choice between "life" and "death", well, that presents a situation that can be quite difficult. Sometimes it is even more difficult is if both choices seem like excellent choices -- just two different paths to the same destination.
I am facing a choice - I ask that you pray for me to make the best choice.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
The End? Or the Means?
“But if our unrighteousness brings out God's righteousness more clearly, what shall we say? That God is unjust in bringing his wrath on us? (I am using a human argument.) Certainly not! If that were so, how could God judge the world? Someone might argue, ‘If my falsehood enhances God's truthfulness and so increases his glory, why am I still condemned as a sinner?’ Why not say—as we are being slanderously reported as saying and as some claim that we say—‘Let us do evil that good may result’? Their condemnation is deserved.”
Romans 3:5-8, New International Version
The End? Or the Means?
It is fun to read the great philosophers. One of the questions of all time is “Does the end justify the means?” (Machiavellian philosophy.) In other words, if the end result of an action is good, does that justify the means of getting there, whether or not the means are good?
Sometimes this question is raised in some oh so subtle ways that are interesting to ponder from a Christian perspective. For instance, I have heard it preached that, say, if you do something good for someone or something, and you don’t get thanked, the discouragement you feel, or whatever bad feelings you feel, may give you a glimpse into Jesus’ heart. I actually buy into this.
Obviously, getting a glimpse into Jesus’ heart, or feeling something that He felt, even to a small degree is a good thing, right? I believe this to be true for sure. I can appreciate pain in that it brings me just a bit closer to Jesus and His walk on this earth. I have thanked Him for the glimpse.
However, what about the perspective from the other side? For instance if the person by who’s actions you suffered pain is the one who is justifying the end by the means, it is a bit harder to buy, isn’t it? If you have given your all to someone, and then they caused you pain, and then told you that that pain is a good thing because it brings you closer to Jesus – well, what is that all about? Likewise, if you harm someone through unrighteous behaviour, don't make reparation to them, but instead think that it is justifiable because it is for their own good, perhaps, or because they will learn from it, or it will in any way benefit them, then you have a problem. (By the way, I have done this very thing, so I am familiar with these issues, and indeed am really talking to myself through this devotional.)
Paul talks about this in the book of Romans. He seems to warn the Jews, who considered themselves teachers, preachers and lights to the spiritually blind, that unrighteous behaviour on their part, even if it brings out God’s righteousness more clearly in the people they are leading, preaching to, teaching, etc., will lead to condemnation. Can that be any clearer? A good end does not justify bad means.
I’m certainly not in a leadership position of influence at this point in my life, but if that ever comes about, I hope to remember Paul’s warning to the Jewish leaders, teachers and preachers of his day. I hope never to be a leader that would justify incorrect behaviour by encouraging the receiver of that behaviour to believe the pain I caused would bring them closer to Christ.
Romans 3:5-8, New International Version
The End? Or the Means?
It is fun to read the great philosophers. One of the questions of all time is “Does the end justify the means?” (Machiavellian philosophy.) In other words, if the end result of an action is good, does that justify the means of getting there, whether or not the means are good?
Sometimes this question is raised in some oh so subtle ways that are interesting to ponder from a Christian perspective. For instance, I have heard it preached that, say, if you do something good for someone or something, and you don’t get thanked, the discouragement you feel, or whatever bad feelings you feel, may give you a glimpse into Jesus’ heart. I actually buy into this.
Obviously, getting a glimpse into Jesus’ heart, or feeling something that He felt, even to a small degree is a good thing, right? I believe this to be true for sure. I can appreciate pain in that it brings me just a bit closer to Jesus and His walk on this earth. I have thanked Him for the glimpse.
However, what about the perspective from the other side? For instance if the person by who’s actions you suffered pain is the one who is justifying the end by the means, it is a bit harder to buy, isn’t it? If you have given your all to someone, and then they caused you pain, and then told you that that pain is a good thing because it brings you closer to Jesus – well, what is that all about? Likewise, if you harm someone through unrighteous behaviour, don't make reparation to them, but instead think that it is justifiable because it is for their own good, perhaps, or because they will learn from it, or it will in any way benefit them, then you have a problem. (By the way, I have done this very thing, so I am familiar with these issues, and indeed am really talking to myself through this devotional.)
Paul talks about this in the book of Romans. He seems to warn the Jews, who considered themselves teachers, preachers and lights to the spiritually blind, that unrighteous behaviour on their part, even if it brings out God’s righteousness more clearly in the people they are leading, preaching to, teaching, etc., will lead to condemnation. Can that be any clearer? A good end does not justify bad means.
I’m certainly not in a leadership position of influence at this point in my life, but if that ever comes about, I hope to remember Paul’s warning to the Jewish leaders, teachers and preachers of his day. I hope never to be a leader that would justify incorrect behaviour by encouraging the receiver of that behaviour to believe the pain I caused would bring them closer to Christ.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Harvest Moon
It is early October 2006. When it hasn’t been raining, we’ve been enjoying views of the beautiful Harvest Moon over the past few weeks. Low on the horizon, the Harvest Moon appears larger than an ordinary full moon. According to various sources, this is simply an illusion or an unsolved mystery.
What’s not a mystery, though, is how the Harvest Moon’s name came about. It is called a Harvest Moon because farmers in the north are able to extend their working days during the harvest season because the light of this moon is so bright. I can vouch for this – even last night at about 11:30, the sky was not completely dark.
Today is Canadian Thanksgiving. I am thankful for so many things. Mostly, though, I am thankful to Jesus Christ for sacrificing His life for mine. In hindsight, I recognize the times that He called me, and I am thankful for his grace, mercy and kindness as I rejected Him over and over again. It almost seems as if God sent me a Harvest Moon so that I might get some extra time to come to know Him.
My friends Chuck & Margaret Burns invited me to spend Thanksgiving at their home with their family. The food was fabulous – very moist turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, beet green rolls (like cabbage rolls), pierogies, pickles & cranberry sauce. Need I say more? Okay, then – also pecan pie, blueberry pie, pumpkin pie, apple crisp for dessert. Such a feast! I am thankful to have “broken bread” with these friends today.
I had the opportunity to share my testimony with the group that was there, and it was a relief to share it again. It has been a while. I am thankful indeed for a testimony to share that intrigues people and I pray that this testimony is used for God’s purposes and that the testimony lives on.
It used to be that if I did not tell this story for a couple of weeks, I would start to feel anxious. But it really has been a long while now, and I did not even realize how poorly not sharing my testimony has made me feel, until I shared it again tonight. It seems as if God has once again sent a Harvest Moon to provide more opportunities to share how Christ’s love has changed my life.
I am not a scholar of the Bible, but I have heard it speculated that we are in the end times. As we build buildings, revamp programs, upgrade technology, remodel, furnish, hire, etc., in our churches, I pray tonight that we consider the light of the Harvest Moon. Just as that light allows farmers to maximize their harvests, God may give us such a time to use us to maximize His harvest. I pray we use the time wisely.
What’s not a mystery, though, is how the Harvest Moon’s name came about. It is called a Harvest Moon because farmers in the north are able to extend their working days during the harvest season because the light of this moon is so bright. I can vouch for this – even last night at about 11:30, the sky was not completely dark.
Today is Canadian Thanksgiving. I am thankful for so many things. Mostly, though, I am thankful to Jesus Christ for sacrificing His life for mine. In hindsight, I recognize the times that He called me, and I am thankful for his grace, mercy and kindness as I rejected Him over and over again. It almost seems as if God sent me a Harvest Moon so that I might get some extra time to come to know Him.
My friends Chuck & Margaret Burns invited me to spend Thanksgiving at their home with their family. The food was fabulous – very moist turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, beet green rolls (like cabbage rolls), pierogies, pickles & cranberry sauce. Need I say more? Okay, then – also pecan pie, blueberry pie, pumpkin pie, apple crisp for dessert. Such a feast! I am thankful to have “broken bread” with these friends today.
I had the opportunity to share my testimony with the group that was there, and it was a relief to share it again. It has been a while. I am thankful indeed for a testimony to share that intrigues people and I pray that this testimony is used for God’s purposes and that the testimony lives on.
It used to be that if I did not tell this story for a couple of weeks, I would start to feel anxious. But it really has been a long while now, and I did not even realize how poorly not sharing my testimony has made me feel, until I shared it again tonight. It seems as if God has once again sent a Harvest Moon to provide more opportunities to share how Christ’s love has changed my life.
I am not a scholar of the Bible, but I have heard it speculated that we are in the end times. As we build buildings, revamp programs, upgrade technology, remodel, furnish, hire, etc., in our churches, I pray tonight that we consider the light of the Harvest Moon. Just as that light allows farmers to maximize their harvests, God may give us such a time to use us to maximize His harvest. I pray we use the time wisely.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Valemount
"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities -- his eternal power and divine nature -- have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse."
Romans 1:20
Well, I have now been further west than Jasper, Alberta. This past weekend, I went to Valemount, British Columbia. Oh why didn't I have a camera??? Honestly, Valemount is perhaps one of the most beautiful places I've been. It is a little community -- someone told me the population is about 1200 -- that is truly nestled in the mountains. It is truly interesting to be studying this passage in Romans at the same time as driving through God's beautiful creation.
A friend of mine has friends there -- Norm & Sybil Walker -- who pastor a church there. They are getting ready to leave that church and go on some missions work to the Phillipines, and then from there, who knows? Anyway, I had not experienced small town living in quite a while.
We arrived Saturday evening to the lovely smells of a potluck going away dinner. Let me tell you, these people know how to cook!!! I've not been to quite such a good one since my days of organizing them in Washington, D.C. Anyway, Norm & Sybil were honoured and a great time was had by all. I appreciated Pastor Norm talking about the many places he & Sybil have moved to and from, as well as being open about some of the struggles they had. It is so much more real to me when people share their hearts openly.
We stayed at the Holiday Inn there -- great place. The following day, we drove around Valemount a bit, then went to church. Norm preached a great sermon on the Holy Spirit being evident in us in so many ways. In particular, he taught us about the spiritual gifts. It was a communion service. I learned alot about the heart of a pastor on this trip. Norm has always worked a regular job and his pastoring has been above and beyond that. When people were honouring him, many spoke about how much they appreciated a pastor who works with his hands. I was impressed.
After the service, we chit-chatted in the lobby with some people. We met a lady named Anna, who is 87 years old, is German, and has lived here since after the 2nd World War. Oh, would I love the opportunity to talk with her for a while. She was in AMAZING shape, walking around easily with her tiny little frame.
We went to Terry & Sharon's house for lunch after the service. Floyd & Verlie Halcrow were there -- good friends of my friend Carla and wonderful people. And Pastor Norm & Sybil came, too. Terry lives on several acres just outside of Valemount. He build the house we went to from timber on the property -- it was a beautiful, beautiful log home. The upstairs is a big open area with windows looking out to the mountains. There is a bedroom, bath and sewing room, as well. Downstairs is a fully completed basement with a living area, 3 bedrooms and 1 or 2 bathrooms. It has a walkout, and is just stunning.
We had a great lunch of sausages, mini-shishkebobs, rolls, mustards, sauerkraut, beets, other veggies, delicious desserts -- I know I am forgetting something! Anyway, the meal was great. Terry & Sharon's daughter, Bethany took me outside to introduce me to their cat and then, her cow -- Lucy. What an awesome time of fresh air & fellowship. We hiked around the property a bit, saw cranberry patches, blueberry patches, and I got some fresh dill to take home.
And then, back to Edmonton. What a trip.
Romans 1:20
Well, I have now been further west than Jasper, Alberta. This past weekend, I went to Valemount, British Columbia. Oh why didn't I have a camera??? Honestly, Valemount is perhaps one of the most beautiful places I've been. It is a little community -- someone told me the population is about 1200 -- that is truly nestled in the mountains. It is truly interesting to be studying this passage in Romans at the same time as driving through God's beautiful creation.
A friend of mine has friends there -- Norm & Sybil Walker -- who pastor a church there. They are getting ready to leave that church and go on some missions work to the Phillipines, and then from there, who knows? Anyway, I had not experienced small town living in quite a while.
We arrived Saturday evening to the lovely smells of a potluck going away dinner. Let me tell you, these people know how to cook!!! I've not been to quite such a good one since my days of organizing them in Washington, D.C. Anyway, Norm & Sybil were honoured and a great time was had by all. I appreciated Pastor Norm talking about the many places he & Sybil have moved to and from, as well as being open about some of the struggles they had. It is so much more real to me when people share their hearts openly.
We stayed at the Holiday Inn there -- great place. The following day, we drove around Valemount a bit, then went to church. Norm preached a great sermon on the Holy Spirit being evident in us in so many ways. In particular, he taught us about the spiritual gifts. It was a communion service. I learned alot about the heart of a pastor on this trip. Norm has always worked a regular job and his pastoring has been above and beyond that. When people were honouring him, many spoke about how much they appreciated a pastor who works with his hands. I was impressed.
After the service, we chit-chatted in the lobby with some people. We met a lady named Anna, who is 87 years old, is German, and has lived here since after the 2nd World War. Oh, would I love the opportunity to talk with her for a while. She was in AMAZING shape, walking around easily with her tiny little frame.
We went to Terry & Sharon's house for lunch after the service. Floyd & Verlie Halcrow were there -- good friends of my friend Carla and wonderful people. And Pastor Norm & Sybil came, too. Terry lives on several acres just outside of Valemount. He build the house we went to from timber on the property -- it was a beautiful, beautiful log home. The upstairs is a big open area with windows looking out to the mountains. There is a bedroom, bath and sewing room, as well. Downstairs is a fully completed basement with a living area, 3 bedrooms and 1 or 2 bathrooms. It has a walkout, and is just stunning.
We had a great lunch of sausages, mini-shishkebobs, rolls, mustards, sauerkraut, beets, other veggies, delicious desserts -- I know I am forgetting something! Anyway, the meal was great. Terry & Sharon's daughter, Bethany took me outside to introduce me to their cat and then, her cow -- Lucy. What an awesome time of fresh air & fellowship. We hiked around the property a bit, saw cranberry patches, blueberry patches, and I got some fresh dill to take home.
And then, back to Edmonton. What a trip.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Dedication
Well, this past weekend, my church - North Pointe Community Church of Edmonton, Alberta - had its dedication ceremonies. First, on Saturday night, there was a banquet and a concert. As far as the banquet goes, can you spell "s c r u m p t i o u s"? (By the way, right now I am hoping that is indeed the right spelling!) There was moist and tender turkey with gravy, a sweet ham with mustard, pierogies, a fabulous bean salad, and all the fixings, as well as delicious squares (the peanut butter ones were the BEST). It was a great time of fellowship with lots of familiar people as well as lots of new people.
The subsequent concert was phenomenal with Keating (band with Cindy Keating, Vance Moss, Vince Noseworthy and John Squires) as the opening act. They are a rock band with Christian hearts. Every member of that band has impacted me in some way or another, and I love to see them. Check them out at www.keatingmusic.com. The theme of this past weekend was their song "Picture". Great song.
Then Tyler Hamilton performed. Tyler was on Canadian Idol a while back. Oh, how I love gospel music. Tyler has an awesome range and packs a whole lot of soul into his music. The heartbreaker for me was when he sang a song to his daughter and other children as well. There was this one little pixie-ish girl that was mesmerized by him and it really brought me to tears -- she was adorable.
Sunday, we had a dedication service in the afternoon, and the new building was officially dedicated. There were local politicians, provincial politicians, and guest speakers from our District Office as well as from Gateway Alliance Church. I am very pleased to be a part of a church that includes other churches in our prayers and also in very tangible ways as well. We partnered with Gateway Alliance Church for our Children's Vacation Bible School this past summer -- very successfully. It is truly good to have non-competitive relationships with other local churches and be able to synergize our efforts in the Kingdom of God.
It was a great weekend.
The subsequent concert was phenomenal with Keating (band with Cindy Keating, Vance Moss, Vince Noseworthy and John Squires) as the opening act. They are a rock band with Christian hearts. Every member of that band has impacted me in some way or another, and I love to see them. Check them out at www.keatingmusic.com. The theme of this past weekend was their song "Picture". Great song.
Then Tyler Hamilton performed. Tyler was on Canadian Idol a while back. Oh, how I love gospel music. Tyler has an awesome range and packs a whole lot of soul into his music. The heartbreaker for me was when he sang a song to his daughter and other children as well. There was this one little pixie-ish girl that was mesmerized by him and it really brought me to tears -- she was adorable.
Sunday, we had a dedication service in the afternoon, and the new building was officially dedicated. There were local politicians, provincial politicians, and guest speakers from our District Office as well as from Gateway Alliance Church. I am very pleased to be a part of a church that includes other churches in our prayers and also in very tangible ways as well. We partnered with Gateway Alliance Church for our Children's Vacation Bible School this past summer -- very successfully. It is truly good to have non-competitive relationships with other local churches and be able to synergize our efforts in the Kingdom of God.
It was a great weekend.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Too Far
God is good.
Feel free to stop reading right there. Truly, God is good. I have a pattern in my life that may need to change. I persist. And persist. And persist. Many times I persist far beyond what is considered normal. It is not enough for me to win an argument -- you must actually agree with me in the end for me to be happy. I am a very mission or project oriented person, and though people think I multi-task well, they don't know what is going on in my head. I am generally focused on one thing at a time, and if too many problems crop up, well, none of them get resolved. I will persist, persist, persist on whatever it is I am doing at the expense of everything else.
In some things, this trait is useful. For instance, in terms of athletics, persisting and pushing limits is a good thing in most circumstances. When I coached one of my sisters playing tennis, I would tell her going into a match, "Remember, you have all day to play this match. Don't be rushed. Persist. Stay with it." I like aggressive playing and a quick win whenever possible, but alot of times, particularly in traditional women's tennis, persistence is key. Being willing to stay out there until you win is the battle of wills, really. And it is usually your own internal battle. When I played what little competitive tennis I played way back when, I was determined, no matter what, to not lose a match on my serve. Even if I was down 0-6, 0-5, and it was my serve, I was determined not to lose that match on my serve. I visualized winning that game no matter what. I'm certain I must have lost matches on my serve, but I bet that wasn't typical for me. I don't remember losing matches on my serve very often.
I push limits. Probably other people's limits as well as my own. I learned how to push limits on a track. Every year, American schools have "Presidential" competitions or something like that. Everyone does these standard activities and based on results, gets either a presidential patch or a certificate. The activities included the broad jump, the 50-yard dash, 600-yard dash, situps, the bar-hang (I think), perhaps the shotput, perhaps other stuff. I think I got the presidential patch once. One of the most humiliating events of my growing up years was the 600-yard dash. That is about 1.5 times around a quarter-mile track, and I could not run the whole event to save my life! I simply could not. The only other person to come in after me was Bonnie Franklin. Every year, I was determined to run that whole event, and every year saw me with tears of humiliation because I would start walking somewhere around halfway through it. But one year was different. Oh, I failed the race again that year. But as other students went up the hill to the gym, I stayed down at that track determined to run a full 600-yard dash. So, I began. I persisted and persisted and persisted and indeed, I ran a full mile -- 4 times around the track. I wanted to keep going, but ran into the locker room and changed for class. I learned what it felt like to push my limits that day, and it was extremely satisfying. There is NOTHING like it.
So, yesterday, I took off on a walk. I don't know why, but I was determined to do a very, very long walk. I began from my place at 117 Street and 133 Avenue and wanted to get to the Sobey's grocery store at 97 Street and 167 Avenue. It was cool and cloudy and a bit misty out at times, too. But I made it there and felt pretty good. Got some broccoli for dinner. I started walking back home, and it soon became apparent that my legs were going to have problems with the trip. Oh, was I in pain fairly early on in the return trip. I decided to look behind me at every bus stop and if I saw a bus coming, I would stop and wait; otherwise, I would keep going. I walked most of the way without even seeing a bus at all, and by that time had reached a point where I was not going to waste the $2.25 on the trip.
I was really pushing my limits on this walk. Sometimes I push the limits in my relationships as well, and the results are not usually what I desire to experience overall. My personal recommendation is to lose this trait when arguing or disagreeing with those you love. Seriously, just lose it. Unless you are pushing your own limits of patience. That might be a good thing, but don't push the limits of others.
Anyway, somehow I made it home and was in the greatest amount of pain since a hiking trip I had taken a couple of years ago in Banff, along with Steve & Patti Hertzog. After that hiking trip, I was unable to climb stairs in any way other than one by one, and Patti -- excellent massage therapist -- had to fix me up as best she could with massage. Yesterday, I thought perhaps I had once again pushed my limits too far, and started worrying about all the implications of that scenario. The kids in the house were concerned because I was limping so heavily. But I hoped and prayed that after a night of rest, my legs would be okay. I popped anti-inflammatories and went to bed.
God is good. I woke up today and forgot I had even done a walk yesterday. I felt like he had once again given me another chance, like he wasn't going to punish me for being foolish enough to do a walk that was obviously too far for me. I hope and pray for his grace with regards to other areas where I have persisted and pushed the limits too far.
Feel free to stop reading right there. Truly, God is good. I have a pattern in my life that may need to change. I persist. And persist. And persist. Many times I persist far beyond what is considered normal. It is not enough for me to win an argument -- you must actually agree with me in the end for me to be happy. I am a very mission or project oriented person, and though people think I multi-task well, they don't know what is going on in my head. I am generally focused on one thing at a time, and if too many problems crop up, well, none of them get resolved. I will persist, persist, persist on whatever it is I am doing at the expense of everything else.
In some things, this trait is useful. For instance, in terms of athletics, persisting and pushing limits is a good thing in most circumstances. When I coached one of my sisters playing tennis, I would tell her going into a match, "Remember, you have all day to play this match. Don't be rushed. Persist. Stay with it." I like aggressive playing and a quick win whenever possible, but alot of times, particularly in traditional women's tennis, persistence is key. Being willing to stay out there until you win is the battle of wills, really. And it is usually your own internal battle. When I played what little competitive tennis I played way back when, I was determined, no matter what, to not lose a match on my serve. Even if I was down 0-6, 0-5, and it was my serve, I was determined not to lose that match on my serve. I visualized winning that game no matter what. I'm certain I must have lost matches on my serve, but I bet that wasn't typical for me. I don't remember losing matches on my serve very often.
I push limits. Probably other people's limits as well as my own. I learned how to push limits on a track. Every year, American schools have "Presidential" competitions or something like that. Everyone does these standard activities and based on results, gets either a presidential patch or a certificate. The activities included the broad jump, the 50-yard dash, 600-yard dash, situps, the bar-hang (I think), perhaps the shotput, perhaps other stuff. I think I got the presidential patch once. One of the most humiliating events of my growing up years was the 600-yard dash. That is about 1.5 times around a quarter-mile track, and I could not run the whole event to save my life! I simply could not. The only other person to come in after me was Bonnie Franklin. Every year, I was determined to run that whole event, and every year saw me with tears of humiliation because I would start walking somewhere around halfway through it. But one year was different. Oh, I failed the race again that year. But as other students went up the hill to the gym, I stayed down at that track determined to run a full 600-yard dash. So, I began. I persisted and persisted and persisted and indeed, I ran a full mile -- 4 times around the track. I wanted to keep going, but ran into the locker room and changed for class. I learned what it felt like to push my limits that day, and it was extremely satisfying. There is NOTHING like it.
So, yesterday, I took off on a walk. I don't know why, but I was determined to do a very, very long walk. I began from my place at 117 Street and 133 Avenue and wanted to get to the Sobey's grocery store at 97 Street and 167 Avenue. It was cool and cloudy and a bit misty out at times, too. But I made it there and felt pretty good. Got some broccoli for dinner. I started walking back home, and it soon became apparent that my legs were going to have problems with the trip. Oh, was I in pain fairly early on in the return trip. I decided to look behind me at every bus stop and if I saw a bus coming, I would stop and wait; otherwise, I would keep going. I walked most of the way without even seeing a bus at all, and by that time had reached a point where I was not going to waste the $2.25 on the trip.
I was really pushing my limits on this walk. Sometimes I push the limits in my relationships as well, and the results are not usually what I desire to experience overall. My personal recommendation is to lose this trait when arguing or disagreeing with those you love. Seriously, just lose it. Unless you are pushing your own limits of patience. That might be a good thing, but don't push the limits of others.
Anyway, somehow I made it home and was in the greatest amount of pain since a hiking trip I had taken a couple of years ago in Banff, along with Steve & Patti Hertzog. After that hiking trip, I was unable to climb stairs in any way other than one by one, and Patti -- excellent massage therapist -- had to fix me up as best she could with massage. Yesterday, I thought perhaps I had once again pushed my limits too far, and started worrying about all the implications of that scenario. The kids in the house were concerned because I was limping so heavily. But I hoped and prayed that after a night of rest, my legs would be okay. I popped anti-inflammatories and went to bed.
God is good. I woke up today and forgot I had even done a walk yesterday. I felt like he had once again given me another chance, like he wasn't going to punish me for being foolish enough to do a walk that was obviously too far for me. I hope and pray for his grace with regards to other areas where I have persisted and pushed the limits too far.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
YA
Young adults. No one who has known me for a long time would guess that I would have a heart for young adults in any way, shape, or form. This is definitely something new for me.
I hated being a young adult. I felt awkward, young, naive, stupid, untrained, fat, unattractive, etc. And frankly, when I looked at most young adults during that time, I saw alot of the same traits (i.e., naive, stupid), but I mostly thought most other young adults seemed more fortunate, prettier, more accepted, etc. My young adult years were spent in the Metro Detroit area of Michigan -- a place where many young adults never seemed to grow up. I was independent as quickly as possible, though not in the most advantageous way.
The young adults I associated with -- my friends -- were pretty much partiers. We loved to go out to the bars and dance the nights away (or watch the dancing in some cases). I must admit, I love good dance music played very loudly, and I love to dance, though I don't do that in the bars anymore! I remember many a winter night, where it was dangerous to be on the road sober, much less in the state we were in.
Amazingly (search for irony coming up), I did not meet the nicest young adults.
Fast forward 20 years. I am living with 7 young adults that are attending Vanguard Bible College. I lived with 5 young adults last year. And I have to tell you, my attitude has done a 180 degree turnaround. These young adults, who are attending bible college, getting a strong faith foundation, have totally impressed me. I don't claim to have an understanding of them, but in talking with them, I am totally impressed with their authenticity. Not that they are perfect, mind you, but they are "real" to me. The young adults in my past were plastic and seeking an obvious self-gratification. These young adults are seeking a good foundation for their growth into the ministry. I am wow'ed and just a little bit jealous and yearning to do it all over again, but better.
I hated being a young adult. I felt awkward, young, naive, stupid, untrained, fat, unattractive, etc. And frankly, when I looked at most young adults during that time, I saw alot of the same traits (i.e., naive, stupid), but I mostly thought most other young adults seemed more fortunate, prettier, more accepted, etc. My young adult years were spent in the Metro Detroit area of Michigan -- a place where many young adults never seemed to grow up. I was independent as quickly as possible, though not in the most advantageous way.
The young adults I associated with -- my friends -- were pretty much partiers. We loved to go out to the bars and dance the nights away (or watch the dancing in some cases). I must admit, I love good dance music played very loudly, and I love to dance, though I don't do that in the bars anymore! I remember many a winter night, where it was dangerous to be on the road sober, much less in the state we were in.
Amazingly (search for irony coming up), I did not meet the nicest young adults.
Fast forward 20 years. I am living with 7 young adults that are attending Vanguard Bible College. I lived with 5 young adults last year. And I have to tell you, my attitude has done a 180 degree turnaround. These young adults, who are attending bible college, getting a strong faith foundation, have totally impressed me. I don't claim to have an understanding of them, but in talking with them, I am totally impressed with their authenticity. Not that they are perfect, mind you, but they are "real" to me. The young adults in my past were plastic and seeking an obvious self-gratification. These young adults are seeking a good foundation for their growth into the ministry. I am wow'ed and just a little bit jealous and yearning to do it all over again, but better.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Yearn to Burn or Burn to Yearn
Well, I am certainly thankful to God for many, many things. I seem to get chance after chance (day after day) to improve, grow, whatever you want to call it.
But this last month has been very tough. About a month ago, I had two fender-benders in one week. The 2nd one was far worse than the first. So, I've started walking everywhere. If only that was my biggest problem. . . but that is for another devotional! Anyway, today I went to drive the car to church, and a window was busted out. Someone busted in so they could steal my CD player. They did not seem to take anything else. Too bad. The key to the dratted car was in a compartment. I almost wish the whole thing could have gone away. Perhaps next time.
My room & board mates, Jordyn and Andrea, were with me in the car when the discovery of the break in was made. I wasn't noticably upset; inside, I was just mad at myself a bit. I had to stop the car and close the door that had been opened. Then, I had to stop the car because apparently, they broke into the trunk, though they don't appear to have taken anything, although I have not yet checked for my flute. I had to shut the trunk. As I climbed back in and told Jordyn (in the back) that it was going to be a bit of a cold ride, she said, "Wow. You are really handling this well -- I would have been yelling and whatever." I was glad that I wasn't all that upset -- and immediately thanked God for that. "Well, Jordyn, I could be upset, but it would really be pretty pointless."
As usual, though, God reveals himself in tough circumstances. Like I said, I've been doing alot of walking -- alot. So, this past Friday, I decided to walk to Safeway which is about a 20 - 25 minute walk. Jordyn said, "Don't go! It is pouring outside!" But I have been walking enough that I would miss it if I did not do it. So, I took off out the front door. As I began walking up 117 Street, a funny thing happened. It has happened before, but not for a while. I used to love it when it occurred.
I felt the yearn to burn. That's right. I wanted to feel my legs burn, burn, burn on a run. My legs felt good, the rain (just a drizzle really) did not really bother me, though it was cold. I imagined myself jogging, sprinting, turning curves. The walking has lightened me up a little bit, though it is not really noticable on the outside. And when I lighten up, I want to start running. Soon . . .
I starting thinking about the bible study I started with again the day before, and how grateful I am to get back into it, and how excited I am to start reading the bible for more than just to complete my "reading for the day" kind of thing, and how I know that I am going to experience God's touch. I looked forward to returning from my trip to Safeway to do the day's homework. I felt the burn to yearn. That's right. My heart hurt to yearn, yearn, yearn for God's tangible presence.
If I soon get to feel my legs burn and my heart yearn more and more . . . well, I'm pretty sure that is as close to heaven as I will be able to get on earth.
God, I love you for your faithfulness. You did not cause me to have fender benders. You did not cause my window to be busted in or my possessions stolen. But you took these things and turned them into something good. When I am low, you bring me up again. How could I be anything but grateful to you. I pray that somehow this message gets passed on to someone who needs the same kind of lift. Who needs to have the yearn to burn and / or the burn to yearn reignited in them once again.
But this last month has been very tough. About a month ago, I had two fender-benders in one week. The 2nd one was far worse than the first. So, I've started walking everywhere. If only that was my biggest problem. . . but that is for another devotional! Anyway, today I went to drive the car to church, and a window was busted out. Someone busted in so they could steal my CD player. They did not seem to take anything else. Too bad. The key to the dratted car was in a compartment. I almost wish the whole thing could have gone away. Perhaps next time.
My room & board mates, Jordyn and Andrea, were with me in the car when the discovery of the break in was made. I wasn't noticably upset; inside, I was just mad at myself a bit. I had to stop the car and close the door that had been opened. Then, I had to stop the car because apparently, they broke into the trunk, though they don't appear to have taken anything, although I have not yet checked for my flute. I had to shut the trunk. As I climbed back in and told Jordyn (in the back) that it was going to be a bit of a cold ride, she said, "Wow. You are really handling this well -- I would have been yelling and whatever." I was glad that I wasn't all that upset -- and immediately thanked God for that. "Well, Jordyn, I could be upset, but it would really be pretty pointless."
As usual, though, God reveals himself in tough circumstances. Like I said, I've been doing alot of walking -- alot. So, this past Friday, I decided to walk to Safeway which is about a 20 - 25 minute walk. Jordyn said, "Don't go! It is pouring outside!" But I have been walking enough that I would miss it if I did not do it. So, I took off out the front door. As I began walking up 117 Street, a funny thing happened. It has happened before, but not for a while. I used to love it when it occurred.
I felt the yearn to burn. That's right. I wanted to feel my legs burn, burn, burn on a run. My legs felt good, the rain (just a drizzle really) did not really bother me, though it was cold. I imagined myself jogging, sprinting, turning curves. The walking has lightened me up a little bit, though it is not really noticable on the outside. And when I lighten up, I want to start running. Soon . . .
I starting thinking about the bible study I started with again the day before, and how grateful I am to get back into it, and how excited I am to start reading the bible for more than just to complete my "reading for the day" kind of thing, and how I know that I am going to experience God's touch. I looked forward to returning from my trip to Safeway to do the day's homework. I felt the burn to yearn. That's right. My heart hurt to yearn, yearn, yearn for God's tangible presence.
If I soon get to feel my legs burn and my heart yearn more and more . . . well, I'm pretty sure that is as close to heaven as I will be able to get on earth.
God, I love you for your faithfulness. You did not cause me to have fender benders. You did not cause my window to be busted in or my possessions stolen. But you took these things and turned them into something good. When I am low, you bring me up again. How could I be anything but grateful to you. I pray that somehow this message gets passed on to someone who needs the same kind of lift. Who needs to have the yearn to burn and / or the burn to yearn reignited in them once again.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Spinach
“An honest answer is like a kiss of friendship.” Proverbs 24:26
If I counted all the people who are willing to tell me there is spinach stuck in my teeth, I believe depression would hit as I realized the scarcity of real friendship.
If I counted all the people who are willing to tell me there is spinach stuck in my teeth, I believe depression would hit as I realized the scarcity of real friendship.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Bible Study Fellowship
Ahhhhhh.....it was just like putting on my most comfortable shoes. I have missed the comfort of Bible Study Fellowship these past couple of years, but today was day one of this year's study of the book of Romans.
I'm under a bit of stress right now, and perhaps that is what lead me to tears while we 50 women or so were singing hymns to start off the session today, but I don't think that was it. It was simply the beautiful sound of 50 voices raised to God in worship.
I am so excited about this study -- it has been so long since I've been a part of a study that isn't a mass-marketed, media-hyped, DVD-driven, everybody-jump-on-the-bandwagon experience. This study has been around since the 1950's, and I doubt its format or content have changed much at all. I love exploring the Bible and learning what God has for us in His word on a daily basis.....
I took the bus there and met some interesting people along the way. One young lady who was at the original bus stop I was at is studying to be a lawyer at Grant MacEwan. Her interest is on the prosecutor side, so I told her about my friend Nathan who is a Crown Prosecutor for the RCMP.
I saw my friend Carla at BSF, and she gave me a ride home -- I was very grateful for that as it POURED most of the day today. I have an awful cold and it hurts to breathe tonight -- Fall has arrived.
Lord, I thank you for the opportunity to begin studying with Bible Study Fellowship again. I thank you for the ladies who remembered me from over two years ago and for the comforting knowledge that my time here is not wasted even when it seems that perhaps it is. I praise you, God, for inspiring the originators of Bible Study Fellowship to develop this 7-year study that is still alive and vibrant all over the world today. I pray that you continue to guide both men and women to this study to learn about you through studying together, singing together, praising together, etc. I pray that our time there honours you. In Jesus' name, Amen.
I'm under a bit of stress right now, and perhaps that is what lead me to tears while we 50 women or so were singing hymns to start off the session today, but I don't think that was it. It was simply the beautiful sound of 50 voices raised to God in worship.
I am so excited about this study -- it has been so long since I've been a part of a study that isn't a mass-marketed, media-hyped, DVD-driven, everybody-jump-on-the-bandwagon experience. This study has been around since the 1950's, and I doubt its format or content have changed much at all. I love exploring the Bible and learning what God has for us in His word on a daily basis.....
I took the bus there and met some interesting people along the way. One young lady who was at the original bus stop I was at is studying to be a lawyer at Grant MacEwan. Her interest is on the prosecutor side, so I told her about my friend Nathan who is a Crown Prosecutor for the RCMP.
I saw my friend Carla at BSF, and she gave me a ride home -- I was very grateful for that as it POURED most of the day today. I have an awful cold and it hurts to breathe tonight -- Fall has arrived.
Lord, I thank you for the opportunity to begin studying with Bible Study Fellowship again. I thank you for the ladies who remembered me from over two years ago and for the comforting knowledge that my time here is not wasted even when it seems that perhaps it is. I praise you, God, for inspiring the originators of Bible Study Fellowship to develop this 7-year study that is still alive and vibrant all over the world today. I pray that you continue to guide both men and women to this study to learn about you through studying together, singing together, praising together, etc. I pray that our time there honours you. In Jesus' name, Amen.
Friday, September 08, 2006
How do you mend a broken heart?
"That is why the LORD says, ' Turn to me now, while there is time! Give me your hearts. Come with fasting, weeping, and mourning. Don't tear your clothing in your grief; instead, tear your hearts.' "
Joel 2:12-13
And there you have it. It is easy to tear one's clothing -- not so easy to tear one's heart. When is a heart broken enough? Ever?
Joel 2:12-13
And there you have it. It is easy to tear one's clothing -- not so easy to tear one's heart. When is a heart broken enough? Ever?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Rebuked
“Then Joab went to the king’s room and said to him, “We saved your life today and the lives of your sons, your daughters, and your wives and concubines. Yet you act like this, making us feel ashamed, as though we had done something wrong. You seem to love those who hate you and hate those who love you. You have made it clear today that we mean nothing to you. If Absalom had lived and all of us had died, you would be pleased.”
2 Samuel 19:5-6
Rebuked
I wonder if you are like me. I wonder if you have had a number of experiences where you love somebody, or you are loyal to somebody, or you go to bat for somebody, or you help somebody out . . . and then, that somebody rejects you. It seems as if they don’t care or don’t value real love or loyalty, or they aren’t able to distinguish real love or loyalty from false love or loyalty. I have experienced this too many times in my life. It wearies me.
I think many children experience this as they integrate into some public school systems. Most children want to be accepted – I would guess acceptance is even a developmental need in order to become a well-balanced adult. But there aren’t many schools I have been to where all kids are accepted or feel accepted. Wanting to be part of the “in-crowd” in a way indicates a child’s love for those already in the “in-crowd” – at least from the child’s perspective. What happens when that acceptance doesn’t occur? We feel a lot like Joab did when he rebuked David. Why would anyone reject us who love and demonstrate our love in tangible, sacrificial and costly ways?
Fact is, if you were like me at times, feeling not accepted by a chosen peer group, you then began rejecting those people that actually loved you! I remember being asked to a Homecoming dance by our Chilean exchange student who I was certainly fascinated with, but I turned him down – not part of the in-crowd. Thus, there was no Homecoming dance for me. (By the way, in thinking about this, I am extremely embarrassed at how stupid I was as well as how unkind I could be. My loss totally.)
I spent my time wondering why those I loved hated me and those I hated loved me. In hindsight, the irony is that I hated those who loved me and loved those who hated me.
I remember a Business Communications Course I took from the University of Virginia’s Falls Church extension campus. I was just starting to go back to school after years of not really trying at all, and I was a bit insecure – especially about writing. Though creative writing was a part of my growing up years, my last year of high school and subsequent years found me claiming to have “writer’s block”. I did not seem to be able to spit out a paper no matter my efforts.
There were about a dozen students. Our instructor was well-recognized and well-educated in the field of business communications. She had an interest particularly in the differences in communication styles between men and women. We read one of Deborah Tannen’s books to aid in our understanding of the subject. She also spent a lot of time on understanding meta-messages we give in our communications with others. Body language, choice of words, timing, etc., were all studied and debated.
It was interesting to go back to school as an adult. There were a lot of similarities to elementary school in this classroom. Whenever the instructor was not there, most of the students would criticize her and mock her in a very immature way. I did not participate as that particular behavior disgusted me. I held my tongue and simply did my work. I thought my work was pretty good, too. Developing presentations in this subject was fun.
We started getting writing assignments, and my grades came back a bit lower than I liked, but I figured that was just a function of so many years since any effort was made. We students compared grades – ah yes, mine was low compared to many. There were some high “A”’s floating around, and none of them floated toward me! They all floated to students who even mocked the “A”s they were given. They mimicked, they mocked, they didn’t do their work until the night before it was due. I respected, I honoured, I did copious amounts of work during the week before the assignment was due. They ended up with “A”s and I ended up with a “C+”. The instructor even honoured a particular woman in the class as the best in the class. Can you guess what I am going to tell you next? If you guessed that the woman she honoured was actually the ringleader and the worst of the mockers and mimickers, then you are right. I felt just like Joab felt, but did nothing because I also felt perhaps my writing really wasn’t very good at all or was just starting to redevelop.
I can think of numerous times in the workplace, some involving me, some not, when I observed this same situation of a boss not knowing who his/her real allies were and who was working against them.
The Bible tells of one such instance. Check out 2 Chronicles 23 and 24. The story is told of Joash – a King of Judah. According to the Bible, “Joash did what was pleasing in the Lord’s sight throughout the lifetime of Jehoiada the priest.” (2 Chronicles 24 : 2) Jehoiada and his wife Jehosheba hid and protected Joash from death as an infant as nearly all of the rest of his family was wiped out. Jehoiada and his sons anointed Joash as the King while dethroning Athaliah (not a good queen). Jehoiada chose wives for Joash. Jehoiada helped Joash repair the Temple.
Jehoiada died at 130 years old. His lifetime of loyal service was rewarded by Joash as can be read in 2 Chronicles 24 : 21-22: “Then the leaders plotted to kill Zechariah, and King Joash ordered that they stone him to death in the courtyard of the Lord’s Temple. That was how King Joash repaid Jehoiada for his loyalty—by killing his son. Zechariah’s last words as he died were, ‘May the Lord see what they are doing and avenge my death!’ “
Honestly, what is up with that? All those things that Jehoiada did amounted to NOTHING in Joash’s mind? How could it not be obvious to Joash that Jehoiada loved him?
The Bible tells us to “Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.” (Colossians 3 : 23) But when you feel misunderstood, misused, rejected, or any combination of these things, by your earthly master so to speak, it is tempting to speak up as did Joab. As a Christian, sometimes it is hard to know when to speak up and when to stay silent. Staying silent is often the preferred choice (do I really need to use a scripture reference – see all of Proverbs!)
Tonight I pray that the Lord works on my heart in terms of this issue. I pray that I start to care less and less and less about who the “in-crowd” is and care more and more and more about those who are still a part of the crowd that is outside of the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. I pray for the forgiveness of my sins, including “hating” the ones who have loved me, and I forgive those who have seemed to hate me even though I have loved them. I pray that with the writing of this devotional, I let the past be the past, and begin to move forward again. I pray for the lightness of spirit that only real forgiveness can bring. And Lord, when I want to speak out of turn, please rebuke me.
2 Samuel 19:5-6
Rebuked
I wonder if you are like me. I wonder if you have had a number of experiences where you love somebody, or you are loyal to somebody, or you go to bat for somebody, or you help somebody out . . . and then, that somebody rejects you. It seems as if they don’t care or don’t value real love or loyalty, or they aren’t able to distinguish real love or loyalty from false love or loyalty. I have experienced this too many times in my life. It wearies me.
I think many children experience this as they integrate into some public school systems. Most children want to be accepted – I would guess acceptance is even a developmental need in order to become a well-balanced adult. But there aren’t many schools I have been to where all kids are accepted or feel accepted. Wanting to be part of the “in-crowd” in a way indicates a child’s love for those already in the “in-crowd” – at least from the child’s perspective. What happens when that acceptance doesn’t occur? We feel a lot like Joab did when he rebuked David. Why would anyone reject us who love and demonstrate our love in tangible, sacrificial and costly ways?
Fact is, if you were like me at times, feeling not accepted by a chosen peer group, you then began rejecting those people that actually loved you! I remember being asked to a Homecoming dance by our Chilean exchange student who I was certainly fascinated with, but I turned him down – not part of the in-crowd. Thus, there was no Homecoming dance for me. (By the way, in thinking about this, I am extremely embarrassed at how stupid I was as well as how unkind I could be. My loss totally.)
I spent my time wondering why those I loved hated me and those I hated loved me. In hindsight, the irony is that I hated those who loved me and loved those who hated me.
I remember a Business Communications Course I took from the University of Virginia’s Falls Church extension campus. I was just starting to go back to school after years of not really trying at all, and I was a bit insecure – especially about writing. Though creative writing was a part of my growing up years, my last year of high school and subsequent years found me claiming to have “writer’s block”. I did not seem to be able to spit out a paper no matter my efforts.
There were about a dozen students. Our instructor was well-recognized and well-educated in the field of business communications. She had an interest particularly in the differences in communication styles between men and women. We read one of Deborah Tannen’s books to aid in our understanding of the subject. She also spent a lot of time on understanding meta-messages we give in our communications with others. Body language, choice of words, timing, etc., were all studied and debated.
It was interesting to go back to school as an adult. There were a lot of similarities to elementary school in this classroom. Whenever the instructor was not there, most of the students would criticize her and mock her in a very immature way. I did not participate as that particular behavior disgusted me. I held my tongue and simply did my work. I thought my work was pretty good, too. Developing presentations in this subject was fun.
We started getting writing assignments, and my grades came back a bit lower than I liked, but I figured that was just a function of so many years since any effort was made. We students compared grades – ah yes, mine was low compared to many. There were some high “A”’s floating around, and none of them floated toward me! They all floated to students who even mocked the “A”s they were given. They mimicked, they mocked, they didn’t do their work until the night before it was due. I respected, I honoured, I did copious amounts of work during the week before the assignment was due. They ended up with “A”s and I ended up with a “C+”. The instructor even honoured a particular woman in the class as the best in the class. Can you guess what I am going to tell you next? If you guessed that the woman she honoured was actually the ringleader and the worst of the mockers and mimickers, then you are right. I felt just like Joab felt, but did nothing because I also felt perhaps my writing really wasn’t very good at all or was just starting to redevelop.
I can think of numerous times in the workplace, some involving me, some not, when I observed this same situation of a boss not knowing who his/her real allies were and who was working against them.
The Bible tells of one such instance. Check out 2 Chronicles 23 and 24. The story is told of Joash – a King of Judah. According to the Bible, “Joash did what was pleasing in the Lord’s sight throughout the lifetime of Jehoiada the priest.” (2 Chronicles 24 : 2) Jehoiada and his wife Jehosheba hid and protected Joash from death as an infant as nearly all of the rest of his family was wiped out. Jehoiada and his sons anointed Joash as the King while dethroning Athaliah (not a good queen). Jehoiada chose wives for Joash. Jehoiada helped Joash repair the Temple.
Jehoiada died at 130 years old. His lifetime of loyal service was rewarded by Joash as can be read in 2 Chronicles 24 : 21-22: “Then the leaders plotted to kill Zechariah, and King Joash ordered that they stone him to death in the courtyard of the Lord’s Temple. That was how King Joash repaid Jehoiada for his loyalty—by killing his son. Zechariah’s last words as he died were, ‘May the Lord see what they are doing and avenge my death!’ “
Honestly, what is up with that? All those things that Jehoiada did amounted to NOTHING in Joash’s mind? How could it not be obvious to Joash that Jehoiada loved him?
The Bible tells us to “Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.” (Colossians 3 : 23) But when you feel misunderstood, misused, rejected, or any combination of these things, by your earthly master so to speak, it is tempting to speak up as did Joab. As a Christian, sometimes it is hard to know when to speak up and when to stay silent. Staying silent is often the preferred choice (do I really need to use a scripture reference – see all of Proverbs!)
Tonight I pray that the Lord works on my heart in terms of this issue. I pray that I start to care less and less and less about who the “in-crowd” is and care more and more and more about those who are still a part of the crowd that is outside of the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. I pray for the forgiveness of my sins, including “hating” the ones who have loved me, and I forgive those who have seemed to hate me even though I have loved them. I pray that with the writing of this devotional, I let the past be the past, and begin to move forward again. I pray for the lightness of spirit that only real forgiveness can bring. And Lord, when I want to speak out of turn, please rebuke me.
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