Happy Birthday Dad!

Me and My Dad

  So tomorrow my dad turns 52.  Because tomorrow is going to be a bit of a crazy day, we celebrated with a roast beef dinner tonight and I presented him with his present, and my first sewing attempt: the pajamas he’s wearing in the picture. 

  What can I say about my dad?  He will probably never read this so this is more to brag about him behind his back.  Over the years I have come to value his wisdom on a variety of subjects, which we often discuss around the table, especially over coffee on Saturday mornings, or dessert on Sunday afternoons. 

  I put this under the category of ‘Legacy Makers’ because my dad’s life has been the legacy of an early riser.  He has, for decades now, risen before dawn to prepare for the day and most of all to spend time with the Lord.  Of course, he leaves for work early, around 5am.  But he gets up at 3:30am.  It used to be 4am.  He also does this on Sunday mornings.  He always tells people not to feel sorry for him that he ‘has’ to get up that early in the morning because he enjoys those hours of the morning so much.  For that I stand in awe and admiration. 

  He gets so thrilled when he hears of people he knows serving the Lord, especially those who are not from a church background.  It is the testimonies of others that has gotten him the most excited over the years.  That and various ministries and ideas for ministry that he or others he knows are involved in or can get invovled in.  Even though what I do is completely out of his realm of experience, he is one of my strongest supporters and consistently asks how things are going.  Of course, another way he shows his support is by choosing to let me live rent free at home until I can be independent. 
 
  The other thing that thrills him is his Model D John Deere that he bought on his 50th birthday.  I had no idea how much he loved tractors until then.  He’ll think up reasons to take it for a drive.
 
  And sometimes he’s just down right goofy.  Not often.  But every once in a while, out of the blue, he’ll do something random that makes me shake my head and smile for the rest of the day. 
 
  All in all, considering I had no choice in the matter as to who my dad would be, I’ve been blessed with a wonderful Father who loves the Lord and is growing in Him.  It doesn’t get better than that.

Daughter of Eve

Girly Coffee

  Two weekends ago I had the wonderful treat of having my good friend Megaan come up for a visit.  Even though the nights were short, it was a refreshing breath of fresh air!  Our weekend mostly consisted of talking and consuming coffee.  Usually just straight coffee but we did make ourselves some ‘girly coffee’, as Megaan so aptly calls it, on Sunday afternoon.
  But also, we attended the Borderland Ladies Retreat.  I have not attended many ladies retreats, but this one definitely takes the cake!  (Ha! No pun intended!  We had amazing cake there.)  Solid and challenging sessions, 250+ women from all kinds of backgrounds gathering to worship God together, and of course great fellowship over great food. 
  While there were many good things to take away from the weekend, one phrase stood out to me.  It was said in one of the workshops entitled "The Treasure of Womanhood."  The speaker focused on Eve and what she has to teach us about womanhood.  First of all, Eve teaches us about who we were created to be.  As women we are the pinnacle of God’s creation.  We are created to display the beauty and glory of God in a way nothing else in creation can.  We were also created to play an irreplaceable part beside ‘Adam’ in the adventure of life, to be his helper and supporter.  But Eve was deceived.  Satan convinced her that God was holding out on her, that God was holding back something good from her.  It was at this point that the speaker made this comment:
  "We really are the daughters of Eve aren’t we?"
  Hmmm.  True, isn’t it ladies?  Yes, we are her daughters in that we still display the beauty and glory of God in a way that nothing else in creation can.  Yes, we are her daughters in that we still have an irreplacable part in the adventure of life and are called to be helpers and supporters to the men in our lives.  And yes, we are definitely her daughters in that we are deceived.
  One way we are deceived hit me anew just recently.  We have been deceived to think that to be the head of the home automatically makes the man superior.  Or the pastor, or any place of authority.  We have been deceived to think that we are inferior in value to anyone we submit too.  We’ve also been deceived to think that true freedom is to be found in being as much like men Megaan and Ias we can be; to do anything men can do.  This is not true freedom!  To try to be men is to lower ourselves, just as for a man to try to be a woman is lowering himself!  In both cases we are becoming less than what God created us to be!  Different roles do not mean different value.
  Another area of deception is to think that God is holding back something good; giving us the shaft.  For each of us that may be something different.  Things like a new car, a house, a husband, a better personality, more gifts, a less messy past.  God was not keeping Eve from something good.  Rather through her sin she experienced pain, loss and frustration for the first time.  So too, God is not keeping us from good.  No, He IS good.  It is who He is and whatever He gives us is for our good. 
  There’s a lot of good stuff to learn from Eve.  So, I’ll give you links to a couple great resources.  One is Twelve Extraordinary Women by John MacArthur.  The other is Captivating by John and Stasi Elderidge.
 

Why I Don’t Drink

  A couple weeks ago we had a little discussion in small group about why getting drunk is wrong, or if it is.  That got me thinking more about why I don’t drink.  I decided that I would list my reasons here.  Some are less serious than others, or less reasonable and they are not necessarily in order of importance.  Comments are appreciated.
 
1.  That’s how I grew up.  In my upbringing it’s assumed that when a person becomes a Christian they will quit drinking (and smoking) and that people who do these things either are not Christians or are weak Christians.  I was taught by implication that drinking is synonymous with sin, so it naturally goes against my conscience to drink, regardless that I’ve held the viewpoint that it’s not a sin to drink but a sin to get drunk.
 
2.  I’m in a prominent position in a cross-denominational setting, which means there are a lot of people with varying viewpoints watching me.  I do not want anyone, especially young people, to start drinking because "Debbie does it."  Romans 14 speaks about this well.  "It is better not to eat meat or drink wine or to do anything else that will cause your brother to fall."  (v.21)  I would rather not touch the stuff then to take advantage of the freedom I have in Christ to drink and help someone to their ruin by doing so.
 
3.  Because of what I said in number two, besides causing people to stumble, I can give up drinking when there is the possibility that by drinking I could bring question to my position and ministry.  In 1 Timothy 3:1-10 we find requirements given for overseers and deacons.  Now, I’m obviously neither an overseer (or bishop) or a deacon, but I am in leadership and so I can take these requirements as beneficial for myself as well.  Here is says that they should not be given to drunkenness or to much wine.  (This does not mean any wine, but I’ll cover that later)  I don’t want to be under question for something as unimportant to consume as alcohol. 
 
4.  To continue on this vein of how it affects others, causing others to fall or to question what I do in ministry, there is the element of what non Christians think.  For some weird reason, as far as I’ve experienced, in North America, in general, non Christians think that Christians don’t drink.  Why that is I don’t know well enough to discuss here.  Is that legitimate or not?  I don’t know.  But I think of a person like Daniel.  He was very influential in the government of his day.  People got jealous so they examined his life and job to see if they could find grounds to get him in trouble.  "Finally these men said, ‘We will never find any basis for charges against this man Daniel unless it has something to do with the law of his God.’" (Daniel 6:5)  I want to be like that.  So that people have no grounds to dismiss what I have to say about Jesus except my faith.
 
5.  Now, while alcohol in itself may not be wrong, getting drunk is.  This suddenly made a lot more sense as I thought about this this past week.  In our small group discussion I brought up that the last fruit of the Spirit is self-control.  When we’re drunk, we’re not in control, at least not fully.  I followed that thought a little more and it struck me, why is it that when people are drunk it is always bad, sinful behaviour that comes out?  It’s never godly behaviour.  Why is that?  Could it be that when we are drunk, and therefore lacking self-control, it is our natural selves that display themselves?  It’s who we are apart from the grace of God?  Paul often refers to the Christian life as a battle, a fight.  There are many warnings throughout Scripture to be alert and prepared.  If we want to be godly and holy, or in common English "good", we need to be ready to fight all the time.  There are a lot of ways that we can fail to be alert and fail to fight for joy and to be like Christ.  But when we’re drunk, that completely goes out the window. 
 
6.  To bring this back to me: I don’t like the taste of alcohol.  Anything I’ve tasted has not impressed me.
 
7.  Tying number 5 and 6 together, although not liking the taste of alcohol takes away 90% of the temptation to drink, I don’t like coffee either.  (Guess what I’m drinking right now?)  I hated everything about coffee when I was little.  The smell, the taste, everything.  Then I started liking cappucino.  Then I started drinking coffee with a LOT of sugar (ask anyone who I went to Bible school with) and cream, then I cut back on sugar right down to nothing.  Then cut back on the cream until now, I’m drinking it black.  I’ve been drinking at least a cup a day lately.  Do I like it?  More than I used to but there’s still times when I really don’t like it but like the idea of drinking it more than the actual beverage.  What’s my point?  The same thing could happen to me with alcohol and given my natural tendencies, I could easily become an alcoholic.  So, today it might be sipping wine with a group of good friends, then a girly drink out with friends and on and on.  It’s easier for me to just avoid it altogether rather than comfortable with it at varying degrees until I’m addicted. 
 
8.  Really, as I shared with a friend recently, it’s about realizing that God is the only satisfaction rather than going to alcohol as an escape or form of satisfaction.  This point relates to way more than just drinking.  This is where I feel convicted in this conversation and it is because of this that I cannot be judgemental to anyone who chooses to drink.  I have my own escape routes too.  Food is one.  Sleep is another.  Denial, entertainment, imagining…the list goes on.  Oh to remember: "All of You is more than enough for all of me, for every thirst and every need.  You satisfy me with Your love and all I have in You is more than enough."  We all have this problem so none can judge the other in order to feel superior.  Rather we should be helping each other in the fight, knowing we need help as much as anyone else.
 
9.  And finally, I enjoy the privilege of showing people that it is possible to have fun without alcohol.  In fact, more fun because there’s no hang-over.   

Song for Sunday: Lost in Wonder

  I think I posted this song around Easter time but it’s worth reposting, especially since I sang it this morning in church.  I don’t often get lost in the wonder of the cross.  It’s easy for me to forget about the cross and try to get on with the ‘rest’ of Christian living.  Partially I think because it’s so counter cultural.  I thought about that at GIFT last month.  What must be going through people’s minds when they hear phrases like "Jesus blood" and "the cross"?  I don’t fully understand it either.  Slowly they are becoming to me less clichés and more wonderful truths.  And the more I learn about it, the more I understand, the more I realize that there’s no ‘rest of Christian living’ beyond this.
 
You chose the cross with every breath;
The perfect life, the perfect death.
You chose the cross.
A crown of thorns You wore for us,
And crowned us with eternal life;
You chose the cross.
And though Your sould was overwhelmed with pain,
Obedient to death, You overcame.
 
I’m lost in wonder, I’m lost in love,
I’m lost in praise forevermore
Because of Jesus’ unfailing love
I am forgiven, I am restored
 
You loosed the cords of sinfulness
And broke the chains of my disgrace.
You chose the cross.
Up from the grave victorious,
You rose again so glorious.
You chose the cross.
The sorrow that surrounded You was mine;
Yet, "Not my will but Yours be done," You cried.
 
I’m lost in wonder, I’m lost in love,
I’m lost in praise forevermore
Because of Jesus’ unfailing love
I am forgiven, I am restored
 
~ Martyn Layzell

Song for Sunday: Leaning on the Everlasting Arms

What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
 
Oh, how sweet to walk in the pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
Oh how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
 
What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
 
Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.
 
~ E.A. Hoffman & A.J. Showalter

Tribute: Kevlev

Me and Kev

  Tomorrow my favourite brother leaves.  True, he is my only brother, but he still deserves the title of favourite.  I think few girls have it as good as I do in the brother department.  Of all the people I know and love, it is with Kevin that I have laughed the hardest and the most, or at, if it was his ‘awesome’ fighter moves that more resemble a chicken than anything.  He is the only one who really humours me when I start playing the ‘game’ "Guess what?"  And actually he often guesses it without any clues.  He has heard all of my stories countless times.  Besides that he lets me drive his car and hang out with his friends.  He’s bigger than me now, has been for a while, so I can’t beat him up anymore but we still play fight all the time.  We used to run around the dining room playing "Touched you last!" until Mom would tell us to settle down.  Maybe we were trying to get out of doing dishes.
  And now the baby of the family (he used to cry when we’d call him that) is headed off to school in Sweden where he’ll learn and grow and all those good things.  And he’ll come back all grow’d up.  It sounds like he may never be home the same way again, even over summers.  It’s a bit weird having my little brother grow up and be an adult. 
  So, goodbye to my wonderful brother.  I love you, am proud of you and am missing you already.   

Wrong About Being Right

  I’m ‘always right’, which has caused more damage to myself and others than if I were unsure about my state of rightness and was rather filled with love and gentleness.  Yesterday I was right about the ‘War on Terror’.  This morning I was right about how to order a worship service (although I didn’t vocalize this one).  This afternoon I was right about David’s parenting skills.  A few recent examples, but hardly the most hurtful over the years.     
  1 Corinthians 13 tells me that even if I can fathom all mysteries and understand all knowledge, if I don’t love, I am nothing.  I am not saying that I can fathom all mysteries or can understand all knowledge, far from it, but I usually act like I can, and even more so, that others can’t.  I see this a lot in the way my extended family has discussions and it’s not very pretty.  Hardly a trait of the woman who has a "gentle and quiet spirit."  
  So, I havn’t arrived.  There’s still definite ugliness lurking in my heart that spills out from time to time.  Do me a favour.  If I get on my high horse, gently remind me that I am in fact not the all knowing God.  I need to be reminded.

Songs for Sunday: Jesus, I am Resting

Note: New addition: Songs for Sunday ~ Songs that stand out to me in the Sunday morning service, or through the week.
 
Jesus, I am resting, resting in the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee, and Thy beauty fills my soul,
For by Thy transforming power, Thou hast made me whole.
 
Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, I behold Thee as Thou art;
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless, satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings, meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings: Thine is love indeed!
 
Ever lift Thy face upon me, as I work and wait for Thee;
Resting ‘neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus, Earth’s dark shadows flee.
Brightness of my Father’s glory, sunshine of my Father’s face,
Keep me ever trusting, resting, fill me with Thy grace.
 
~ Jean Sophie Pigott & J. Mountain