Christmas Week 2014 - The Sequel

Our Christmas Day was quiet because we gave our daughters space to celebrate with their own families and their in-laws.  But we still had to celebrate with them so we chose New Year's Day for our get-together.

We've developed the tradition of having a brunch when we celebrate our family Christmas.  Between the 4 of us women, we provide quite a feast.  And it's a table full with all of us:  8 adults and 10 children.  Bring in an extra table for the Wallin/Lindsday/Sherf/Eberly gang.

 
There sure are a lot of kids!

A couple of the bigger kids!

We had our celebration at Christy's house because she was dog sitting and couldn't be gone from home all day.  The dogs were very well behaved, not doing much else but sleeping and loving cuddle time.

Claire likes to commandeer my camera and take lots of pictures.  Some turn out pretty good, others are easily deleted.  A favorite subject is Kasey.

Dawn got a good picture of Andy and me each with Kasey as well.

Don't mind that photo bomber in the background. 

Everyone had such a good time being together.  And I was happy to have some time holding any grandkid who would let me.

I came away with some good books to add to my growing library.  At present, good books are my life line to keep my heart from growing stagnant.  I got about 4 books and I started reading the smallest one first:  Humility by Andrew Murray.  

 

Andrew Murray lived in the 1800's, dying in 1917.  He was born in South Africa to missionary parents, although he received his education in Scotland.  he authored over 240 books, one of which is the one mentioned, Humility.  I am being challenged by what he wrote, showing how humble Jesus was and how all his teaching reflected that humility.

He wrote:

"Humility, the place of entire dependence on God, is, from the very nature of things, the first duty and highest virtue of the creature, and the root of every virtue.  What is the incarnation but Jesus' heavenly humility.  He emptied himself and became nothing.  He took on the form of a servant."

"The life of absolute submission and dependence on the Father's will, Christ found to be one of perfect peace and joy.  He lost nothing by giving all to God.  Conformity to Jesus consists of being and doing nothing of myself that God may be all."

"The path to the higher life:  down, lower down.  My life's work is to be a servant.  Just as water ever seeks and fills the lowest place, so the moment God finds me abased and empty, His power and glory flow in to exalt and bless!  My one care is to humble myself; God's care is to exalt the one who is humble."

I continue to find this to be a challenge.  All my life I've attempted to submit to Andy's leadership.  But in so many areas now that he is ill, I've had to make decisions.  I still try to talk things over with him, but the challenge in this is that I don't know how trustworthy his statements and thoughts are.  Sometimes they seem lucid and good, other times he is unquestionably confused and off.  Then how do I go the direction that is needed when it seems like I am disagreeing with him?  It's a fine line sometimes.  The last thing I want to do is to make him feel like he is a "less than."  Fortunately, he is still good-natured and teases that at least, he'll soon forget that I'm not doing what he suggested.  

He still tries to be helpful - it's just part of who he is.  But that helpfulness is not always helpful.  Our niece is going to be moving into our upstairs apartment, and she and her parents have been here painting and doing some work to get it ready.  Andy has been attempting to "help" them, but he often gets confused and can't finish what he started.  I'm sure it's frustrating for him.  It has to be hard, too, for him to see others working on "his" house, when in previous years he was fully capable and talented in doing whatever needed to be done.  He not only has the mental incapability, he is physically unable to work as hard as others without becoming exhausted. 

Today's message was such a good reminder that this is not the end of the story, we and all of creation are groaning, waiting for God to make all things new and right again.  What we suffer here, is light and momentary, compared to the glory we will enjoy with our God for all of eternity.

Romans 8:18-
"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us."

2 Corinthians 4:17-
"For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all."

May I keep my eyes fixed on Jesus, seeing him who is invisible, the one who is true humility, meek and lowly, servant of all - humbling myself to the life he has called me to.

Christmas Week 2014

In reading Ann Voskamp's blog earlier this week, I was reminded of how low Jesus stooped to be born in a stable.  She mentioned how her son "forgot" to shower after doing his chores in the barn and how embarrassed she was to smell the barn odor as they sat in church.  It reminded me of my own growing up years on the farm.  One spring as school was letting out, my dad informed my sister and me that we would be taking turns during the summer helping him in the barn preparing the cows for milking.  I took my turn first.  My job was to wipe the udders to prepare for my dad to put the milking machine on the cow.  Cows are not picky about what they lie in and their udders were invariably caked with manure.  My job was to take a bucket of water and a rag and wipe those udders clean.  I worked away diligently for a week, then spent hours washing my hands trying to get that manure smell off.  Ugh.  It was not easy.  Being the picky, fussy "Miss Priss" that I was, I talked my sister into taking my turn the rest of the summer.  To this day, she is my best friend!

I found one picture of a cow I used to own - in an old photo album, but the picture was unsalvageable.  This one, though, gives a good idea of what our barn was like.  The cows were all in a row with heads in the feed trough and back ends near the gutter.  As you can see, their tails are just caked with manure and they were very good at switching them in your face while you were cleaning their filthy udders.  Oh yes, it was a lovely job.

I also remember a certain boy who would ride the bus with us kids on our way to school.  He smelled like the barn.  The rest of us made fun of him and would sit as far away from him as possible.  

Of course, the manger scenes we put under our trees and see on people's lawns at Christmas time do not come near to showing the reality of Jesus' manger scene.  Can you imagine how other people must have snubbed his family?  How they must have smelled!

But it just proves how much God wanted to show that he came for the lowliest of the low.  He was not presenting salvation to the righteous, holy, pure, high and mighty - but to all.  Our hearts are desperately wicked and there is no good in any of us.  

Jesus told his disciples that he didn't come to be served, but to serve.  The amazing thing to think about is that he didn't stop serving with his death.  He continues to serve us as we live our daily lives.  I couldn't do a thing without his enabling power.

Speaking of Jesus' enabling power...I've been slowly getting some of my energy back.  Last year was so stressful with all we were going through that I was just managing to do the minimum to get through my days.  But recently, I've been sleeping a little better, and doesn't good sleep always help the morale and motivation?  In my case, it's an emphatic "YES."

We were by ourselves on Christmas day.  Our girls had Christmas with their own families and in-laws.  After being by ourselves for 10 years, it still seems strange to be alone on Christmas day.  Not that I mind or am sad or upset...it is just strange.  Fortunately, Andy and I enjoy being together.  

We decided to explore a park we hadn't been to before:  Palmyra Nature Cove.  What a nice park with lots of hiking trails.  It is right next to the Delaware River with a nature center and a butterfly nursery!  Although it was pretty windy, it was still a nice day for hiking and being out in nature.

 Saturday was an even nicer day with temperatures up in the 50's.  We couldn't stay indoors on a day like that so drove down to Chatsworth to hike in Franklin Parker Preserve.  We really like it there.  It's becoming a favorite for us.  With 9,770 square miles, there are lots of opportunities for us to keep exploring.  The sun was shining, the air was still, the sky was blue.  What was not to love!

Well, it's back to work tomorrow, but we still get an extra day off this coming week with New Year's Day.  And it will be our family Christmas.  We still have presents under our tree.  Kira asked me this morning when I saw her at church:  "Do you still have a present for me?"  Yes, Kira, we do...and for all of our other 9 grandchildren, too. 

Search for Meaning

I guess partying isn't for us any more.  How sad.  Although they're fun while they last, we do pay the price afterwards.  Two weeks ago, we were out two night in a row, breaking with our normal routine of quiet, peaceful, relaxing evenings.  Consequently, since then I've had a hard time relaxing enough to get to sleep which in turn, makes me exhausted during the days.  But I think I'm slowly getting back to feeling somewhat normal again - whatever normal is.  

I've been helping with Nativity again this year.  Every year since it's begun, I've been the official phone answerer on Nativity nights.  I answer the same questions over and over and get people to the church who are lost.  That can be quite the challenge since they're lost.  I have to try to figure out where they are, which direction they're heading, then get them to the church.  And some people are definitely directionally challenged!

I remember one year, I took a call from someone who was lost and when I started asking her questions to try to determine where she was, she became cross and said she didn't know where she was which is why she was calling.  Sigh!  I think the call ended in success, though!  Last year and this one, too, I am forwarding the church phone to my cell phone, then coming home and taking calls in the comfort of my easy chair.  Ah, praise the Lord for modern technology!

We only had to cancel Nativity one night this year and the remaining nights have been very well attended.  Andy and I are hoping to hit it ourselves tonight.  I am so ministered to by seeing our people work at portraying the gospel story.  Pastor told a story this morning how a man came to the Nativity 2 years ago, bringing with him a van of international students from his college.  A Chinese young man was part of the group and had never heard of Jesus on a cross.  He didn't even know what a cross was.  After he saw our 13 "Nativity" scenes, he was given a Bible and not long after, gave his life to Christ.  Since then, he has led other family members to Jesus, too.  

"Nativity" is a misnomer, I think, since what we do involves so much more than just Jesus' birth.  It really is the story of the gospel - from creation to the ascension of Christ.  And visual portrayals are so powerful.

I just finished another great book, this one by Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning.

 

Frankl was born in Vienna in 1905, earned an M.D. and a Ph.D. from the University of Vienna.  He was a clinical psychiatrist working with suicidal patients in mental hospitals before World War II.  Then in 1942, he was arrested by the Nazis and spent the remainder of the war in prison camps.  He was not exterminated like other Jews because of his training which made him valuable to the Nazis in treating fellow prisoners in the prison camp.  

What made his book so riveting is not only the recounting of his story but his rising above his suffering to find meaning even in the horrific circumstances of his life.

The following are some of the sentences I underlined throughout the book:

Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire...The salvation of man is through love and in love.

Sounds biblical, doesn't it?  "The greatest of these is love."  (1 Corinthians 13:13)

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread.  They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing:  the last of the human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.

Dostoevski said once, "There is only one thing that I dread:  not to be worthy of my sufferings."  These words frequently came to my mind after I became acquainted with those martyrs whose behavior in camp, whose suffering and death, bore witness to the fact that the last inner freedom cannot be lost.  It can be said that they were worthy of their sufferings; the way they bore their suffering was a genuine inner achievement.  It is this spiritual freedom - which cannot be taken away - that makes life meaningful and purposeful.

When a man finds that it is his destiny to suffer, he will have to accept his suffering as his task; his single and unique task.  He will have to acknowledge the fact that even in suffering he is unique and alone in the universe.  No one can relieve him of his suffering or suffer in his place.  His unique opportunity lies in the way in which he bears his burden.

This resonated with me and helped me in my own situation.  The suffering I've gone through at various times in my life is unique to me.  Granted, there is nothing new under the sun and there is the commonality of suffering we all face in this life.  But the fact that my suffering is tailor made for me gives me encouragement.  I'm not sure where Frankl stood spiritually.  Being Jewish, I infer from his writing that he believed in God.  He quotes different verses from the psalms in a number of places in this book.  

What resonates with me in the uniqueness of my own life and the suffering I face is that, if it is tailor made for me, then God is going to enable me to rise above it and give me the strength to endure. 

I could go on and on about how meaningful this book was for me.  Every page had a nugget of truth that spoke to me and gave me encouragement.  I am going to keep it close and re-read it again soon.

There is a purpose to my life and what I am going through.  Am I going to sink in despair over the hardness of life or am I going to rise above my circumstances to look in the face of Jesus, trusting in the wisdom of his plan for my life?  By God's grace, I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.  (Philippians 3:10-11)

There is a purpose to my life and what I am going through.  To God be the glory!

Tis the Season

Let the parties begin!

A couple invited us to go to Longwood Gardens with them on Tuesday to see the Christmas display and light show.  But it was raining on Tuesday so we rescheduled for Wednesday after work.  It rained all that day, too, but tapered off as we were driving there.  By the time we got to Longwood Gardens, it was still very damp outside but at least the rain had stopped.  We were hoping that because of the weather, maybe it would deter the crowds.  And it wasn't too bad.  Of course, the displays were awesome.  The people who decorate the trees and gardens are extremely creative and must have unlimited resources!  

It wasn't quite dark when we got there, but the lights were already on.

I'm sorry about the quality of my pictures.  They were all taken with my iphone and I'm admittedly not a very good photographer.  But I hope that my inability to take good pictures is outweighed by my many other fine qualities (which I hope I have!!!).

The couple who took us to Longwood Gardens have season passes with complimentary tickets for friends, so we were able to enjoy this beautiful evening for free.  On top of that, they treated us to dinner at Texas Roadhouse afterwards.  One of our daughters asked me what I had to eat and I told her salmon.  She was aghast that we were in a steak house and didn't get steak.  Well, I grew up on a dairy farm and ate steak/beef all the time.  It's nothing special to me.  Ha, ha.

The next evening, Andy and I were invited to join the pastors, deacons and wives at a catered dinner.  I was thrilled to be included, especially since Andy isn't technically on staff any more.  Little did I know that they intended to honor us at this dinner.  It was very special, with one of the ladies reading Philippians 2:14-16 and comparing Andy and me to the stars that are shining in the universe.  They presented us with 2 Moravian stars which we have since hung on our Christmas tree.



The Scripture and what was said about and to us was very special and meaningful and then the Pastor laid his hands on us and prayed for us.  Our hearts were very full.

Philippians 2:14-16
"Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life..."

We didn't get home that night till pretty late - a lot later than what we've been accustomed to for our bed time.  Friday saw us both pretty exhausted, and we realized how important it is for us to continue to stick to the routine.  It's so crucial to our functioning at peak level.  Andy was able to take a couple naps on Friday, but I went to work as usual.

On Saturday morning, I went to another party - this time a brunch for and with some of my women friends.  It was another time of encouragement being with those of like precious faith, reassuring and supporting each other.

The other day I was reviewing the book of James that I memorized many years ago.  In chapter 1, we are told to "consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.  Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."

PURE JOY - wow...I can't say I am ecstatic when I'm enduring trials.  But then near the end of the book of James, in chapter 5, James comes back to the subject of perseverance.  He reminds his readers of the suffering of Job.  Verse 11:  "As you know, we consider blessed those who have persevered.  You have heard of Job's perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about."  Job refused to curse God and die at the advice of his wife, and even though he questioned God at times throughout his ordeal, he came through with nuggets of faith statements:  

1:21 - "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised."

2:10 - "Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?"

13:15 - "Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him..."

19:25 - "I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth."

And what the Lord finally brought about for Job, as James mentions, was more wealth and greater blessing than he had before.  But I was especially struck by the next sentence in James 5:11:  "The Lord is full of compassion and mercy."  That is the greatest lesson we learn as we persevere.  We experience the goodness of God - how he meets our deepest needs - every hour of every day.