It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

I made this from cedar, arborvitae and holly clippings. I like it!

At last, it really is looking like Christmas here at the Beech House. After years of talking the talk, I made a gorgeous wreath to hang at our front door. It turned out pretty nice.

 
Today, is cookie day. I have high hopes that the boys will want to help out, but reality is that teenage boys rarely want to get involved with baking. Time sure has sped by … it seems like just yesterday they were tugging at my apron strings and flour was being tossed about in every which way. It took days to clean up. Those boys looked like cookie creations themselves.
 
Instead of moping about in the kitchen all by myself, I’ve decided to make a zillion cookies once again with or without the assistance of my four sons. I’m sporting my little red apron and heating up the oven. Recipe books are strewn across the counter and ingredients are piled high. My ole’d kitchen CD player is playing my favorite holiday music and I’ve got my dancing shoes on!
 
I am making little holiday “hello’s” to bring to my neighbors houses. It’s time for new beginnings in light of so many recent endings. Time for me to build new bridges and connect with those in my own backyard. I am excited by the prospect, yet nervous too. Wish me luck.
 
I chose hope and not despair … as God is hope and a redeemer of the lost. Here is to clinging to Him and the hope that he brings. Yes, it really is beginning to look a lot like Christmas, for light always streams forth from darkness when we look to Jesus for answers.

Rudolph and Clarice

She likes me. "I'm cuuuute."

 Yesterday morning as my husband was leaving for work, he asked me a question, “Do you love me?” I was somewhat surprised by his inquiry and quickly assured him that I did. Strange I thought, “Why do you ask if I love you.” He gently replied, “Lisa, if you didn’t love me, then why go to work?” Wow! That’s huge. My love matters that much to him. That’s intense.

It’s like what happened between Rudolph and Clarice. Rudolph was having a rough time. Life was hard and there was nothing he could do about it. He had a giant, red glowing nose. It made him stand out. People were mean and insensitive to him, even the adults. Rudolph was having a hard time.
 
Well, my husband does not have a large, red nose, but circumstances have been difficult of late, especially for him at his job. I suppose you could say that he’s been having a hard time too.
 
It mattered to Rudolph that someone liked him. Clarice didn’t care that he was different. She thought he was cute. She liked him. It matters to my hubby that I love him. Since I do love him, he can endure the hardships of life more easily. That’s just how powerful love is. It can empower you to endure, to sacrifice for another person.
 
When someone sacrifices for you, someone like your spouse, it prompts you to be better than you are. To strive to please that person, and not because they will love you any less if you don’t please them, but you just want to please them, especially since you realize that they have sacrificed to give you so much. 
 
I often feel this way about my husband. His love and sacrifice encourage me to be more than I am. I want to strive for excellence, to honor the love that he has for me. Because I know he loves me, I strive to please him.
 
Marriage really is a mysterious manifestation of Christ’s love for the church. When someone huge and powerful like God sacrifices for you and lays down His life, so that you don’t have to pay the price for sin, then that act motivates the one loved to honor the one who has sacrificed.
 
So, on this second day of November, I am thankful for my husband, who lays his life down for me and our children, and for God, who laid His life down so that I, and many others, could be saved.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

And, yes, I am thankful for Rudolph and Clarice, who remind me that “love nevers fails.”

 

 

Thank heaven for …

…the Gutenberg Printing Press?

November 1st is upon us, and it’s time to express some heartfelt gratitude. Believe it or not, number one on my list is the Gutenberg printing press. This invention, which was first put into use in 1450, can be credited with the birth of the modern era, as the Renaissance, Reformation, and Scientific Revolution all have their origins tied to its innovation.

Gutenberg's invention, a printing press with movable type

Gutenburg revolutionized the printing industry by mass producing Bibles and Latin grammar primers. He also was involved in printing the indulgences that the Catholic church had started to sell. According to Catholic theology, Indulgences were basically sold for full or partial remission of temporal punishment for sins that God already forgiven. Apparently, the early church required that people be punished for their transgressions by some sort of penance here on earth in order to lessen time in purgatory, even though the New Testament indicates that these sins had been paid for by Christ. At some point, these indulgences were sold for the remission of sins, launching one of history’s greatest controversies. Confused? Me too. I bet the people of the day were confused as well.

So then, why am I so thankful for this antiquated invention?

 Well, isn’t it obvious? Here’s a hint. What do the Gutenburg Printing Press, indulgences and November 1st have to do with each other? The Reformation, of course.

Castle Church doors in Wittenberg, Germany where Luther nailed the 95 Theses.

If not for this printing press, the 95 Theses that Martin Luther nailed to the doors of Castle Church in Whittenberg, Germany would not have been the catalyst for the church reforms that swept throughout Europe in the 1500′s. News of what he said spread like wild fire throughout the land. The people listened. Ideas have a way of spurring people to action.

Why are these church reforms so important?

Primarily, the people found freedom. People were released from the bonds that the clergy had placed upon them. They no longer had to fear punishment, temporal or otherwise, as they were freed from the need for indulgences, for the Bible clearly stated that Christ had paid, once for all, for the sins of those who accepted his death as payment for their sins.

Secondly, Luther revealed the corruption in the papacy as Pope Leo X was financing the building of St. Peter’s Basilica. His 86th Thesis read:

“Why does not the pope, whose wealth is to-day greater than the riches of the richest, build just this one church of St. Peter with his own money, rather than with the money of poor believers?”

 The poor were relieved from bearing the burden of excessive spending and blatant extravagance. They found freedom from oppression.

What I most love about this movement is that the people were able to get information into their hands and to read it, eventually in their native tongue. Latin was no longer the secret language of the clergy and the wealthy, educated rulers. God’s word and other works were translated into the language of the people. For once, the common, impoverished people had freedom to determine and to decide who and what they believed. The people took action. It was intoxicating.

 

Luther's writings inspired the peasantry of Germany to revolt.

 

Of course, as with any revolution, some took their liberties too far and many people died as a result of civil unrest in Germany as well as in much of Northern Europe, but in the end, the people became enlightened and openly chose what to believe. Many religious, political, economical and social reforms resulted from this movement. Knowledge brought change.

Hence, I am thankful for the Gutenberg printing press, and all subsequent means by which the people are freely able to express thoughts, to engage in scholastic undertakings, and to enlighten one another regarding the truth. Thank you, Johannes Gutenberg. Thank you, Martin Luther. Thank you, to the thousands of others, who have gone unnamed and unacknowledged throughout history, but who have contributed to freedom of thought and speech! I am so grateful for your sacrifices.

Like in Luther's day, people still revolt against oppressive systems.

Even though I may not agree with the many of the ideas expressed by activists, like the Occupy Wall Street Protestors, or the Tea Party, for that matter, I do support and applaud their freedom to express their ideas and their right to assemble peacefully,

The Passing of Cookie

Today one of our gerbils died. The boys called her Cookie. I called her Baby. She was one of four gerbils born 2 1/2 years ago. I don’t usually get too bonded with our family vermin, but she and her sibs were born and raised here.

I had discovered a litter of four baby gerbils, much to my delight, nestled in the corner of the cage. Three were black, one was white. The boys were ecstatic. All the babies grew to adulthood. We separated the females from the males as we did not wish to raise a growing colony of babies.

The females battled for dominance with the mother ruling the roost. The males fought continuously until just one remained. The brothers slaughtered one another, in terrible ways, including gnawing off one another’s feet. Indeed it was the survival on the fittest. The lone male soon succumbed to a mite infestation.

Only the females survived, Cookie and Cream. They became close companions, grooming each other daily, engaging in sporadic boxing episodes. By day, they huddled together for warmth and comfort. By night, they took turns running on the wheel, taking turns grooming one another.

Cookie and Cream - enjoying some sisterly wheel time.

Cookie and Cream - enjoying some sisterly wheel time.

The boys knew their little pets were aging. Cookie’s once charcoal fur was lightened with gray. Henry had recently commented that they would die soon. No one knew that it would be this soon. Cookie died today.

Noah picked Cookie up from the pine bedding and placed her in an Aveno oatmeal bath box. A suitable box for a critter burial. A tear ran down his sweet boyish cheek. Cream ran back and forth, seemingly lost without her sister.

Tonight, Cookie will join the vast number of pets in our garden walk of memories. She will join those who came before her.  Friends like Uno, Seth’s little maze mouse, who was slain by Mickey Mouse. Frisky, who suffocated himself in the corner of his cage, wedged between a Habitrail tube and the glass. Snowball, aka Gnurlman, the hated hamster, for whom all prayed that Death would come early. Mickey Mouse, the murderer, who lived a long life in isolation. (He was dearly loved though he slew his brother, Uno.) Shadow, Winter, Crunch and Munch and a litany of beloved vermin lay within the boundaries of our flower bed.

This evening we will gather and remember this family companion. The boys will stiffen their lower lips, trying not to cry. Soil will be lifted and patted gently in place. A friend will be put to rest.

So the cycle of family pets continues. Sad though it is, I will remember these moments with tenderness, for this is what raising children entails. It is bitter sweet. I cherish the memories.

Change … Consider the Possibilities

Reflecting back on the past year at Riverwood, I see just how great a provision God had made for the Children’s Ministry. I am so grateful to the generosity of these fellow brothers and sisters in Christ – such hospitality that church has extended to us. I guess our ministry could be likened the distant relation that came to stay for a week and never left. It has all the makings of a Christian Broadcasting sitcom.

We had spacious classrooms where the kids could spread out and relax. There was even space available to set up stations – so that kids could move on from activity to activity. The brightly painted classrooms had adjoining bathrooms with child-sized toilets and vanities. (I gotta say those toilets were cutest commodes in town!) The OASIS ministry had never had such family-friendly accommodations – at least in the four or five years that my family had been attending NeoXenos. Things were pretty comfy. I was feeling settled.

OASIS had settled too. The parents and kids were familiar with the structure and tone of the meeting. Many new servants had entered into this ministry. The kids were truly benefiting from the facility that the Lord had provided. Many teachers were getting excited about serving these kids and the kids were truly feeling loved. This was splendid growth!

This ministry was growing in numbers too – soon a nursery would be needed. New parents were willing to step in and form a new classroom. The Lord has been so good to us and our children. The possibilities were increasing.

Botta bing, botta boom!

They still are in spite of the apparent monkey wrench that has been thrown into our midst. Currently, we are unable to use Riverwood’s facility. Ok, this can be a huge problem considering that the third grade through preschool aged kids met there. That was where they met together. That was where they played together. That was where they grew together.

At first look, this can seem to be a huge obstacle. A closer look reveals the possibilities – the potential for growth – relational growth and personal investment. It reveals an investment that is not just for the teachers and the parents – but one that is for the kids – both with one another and for their non-Christian friends.

A while back, I proposed what I called Backyard Bible Clubs as a summer group for the OASIS ministry. I believe that we can glean many of the concepts of that proposal and develop a small group format for the elementary aged boys and girls.

The format would follow many of the ideas behind Girl Scouts and Boys Scouts – meaning same sex small groups – lead by adults, either the parents or a willing mentor – like many of our OASIS teachers. Bible teachings would be central to the night and the kids’ friends are encouraged to attend.

These small groups could meet bi-weekly with a combined monthly group activity. These group activities could be service oriented as well as fun. We could have parties where we make things for people, or have field trips where we learn about some aspect of our community or even about other cultures. The idea would be to go out into the community.

This is just an idea. Nothing is set in stone. Who knows what the Lord will do in the next several days, weeks and months. But if the Lord wills that we move in this direction, I say bring it on. Let’s transform the OASIS program to a more personal and dynamic ministry.

Sure, it will not have to same familiar format. Things will be messy at first, but hey – people are messy and kids are especially messy. God is into change – He is always moving. If this is the direction that He is choosing to go, let’s not try to row upstream. Rather let’s allow the living waters take us where He wants to go. Think of the possibilities for building closer relationships among the kids, their friends and with their parents.

So, what do you guys think? I really have little idea what the ramifications are of what I am proposing. What are the obstacles to such a change?  Nonetheless, I am willing to consider, to plan and to hopefully build something amazing – something only God is able to do through His Body.

This would be an endeavor of the Body – so what do you all think?

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