Occasionally, something I post on Facebook, seems fitting for my blog readers too. That is the case with this short feature:
Robin sharing joy and her creativity and skills with Ugandan students.
My friend Robin has ventured into an opportunity God presented. In partnership with a widow in Uganda and a local church, she is using her creativity, technical skills, and energy, to teach a Ugandan community how to make practical and personal projects and items to sell. Alongside a Ugandan church, people are working toward a more hopeful path of survival and sustainment. Robin makes visits to Uganda, and her partner, Winnie is in the States now sharing their work. Check out https://www.gloryboundministry.com – the ministry needs resources to become self-sustaining.
You may see that I tagged Gret Glyer (https://DonorSee.com) on this Facebook post. He was an acquaintance of ours and we were part of DonorSee’s inception. Days before an assailant cut his life short while he slept at home in his bed, Gret posted his vision and passion to see the world free of poverty. Projects like Glorybound work toward that dream. Jesus’ insights help us understand poverty. First, Jesus told us that poverty will always exist; the poor will always be with us (Matthew 26:11). Jesus also explained the importance, even the requirement, to help others, especially those in the family of faith (Matthew 25:40). That is why I share these photos and the unique work of my friend Robin. Feel free to share this post.
Backpacks, clothes and personal items are sewn for personal use and to sell. Mind you, the work is beautiful under Robin’s influence!Avocados are plentiful in the region, and can be used for soap making; soap being a rare commodity there.
I have a love of all things English, so my husband bought me a Queen’s commemorative teacup and saucer in London.
Many will be writing their two pence about the royal events of these last few days, but this is not my first royal post. On December 24, 2016, I posted a piece entitled “Royal Watching” on my blog. In that post, I shared that my mother’s Canadian heritage had fostered in me a curiosity and appreciation for the Royal family. So, with the rest of the world, I have followed the pathos and pageantry of the Queen’s death over the past eleven days. This came only weeks after a summer of festivities celebrating 70 years of the Queen’s reign.
Today’s events were impressive, full of the gilded rituals of regal traditions, in the places and with the people who are intricately part of royal life. In addition to the majestic formalities, especially those associated with Charles becoming king, an overtone of spiritual themes emerged. Death often leads to thinking about deeper things, things eternal, and this has been the case in the last eleven days.
Taken from my TV, the cross stands out above the coffin.
Going back to the coronation of young Queen Elizabeth II, her outspoken commitment was to serve as Great Britain’s sovereign with God’s help, for as long as God kept her in that position. She continued that course with that mindset until her very last days. It is what we admired in the Queen and what drew us to her: her deep, unwavering dignity and commitment to duty, a life of service to her people because of her understanding that it was God’s call on her life.
It was solemn when the crown, scepter and orb were removed from the top of the coffin and placed on the altar, but hymns sung at the committal service expressed hope: “All My Hope on God is Founded” and “Christ is Made the Sure Foundation.”
There is so much to say and much has already been said, so I need to be brief and maybe we can chat about it more over tea one day. I will close by sharing some of a PBS interview today with Rachel Treweek, a bishop in the House of Lords. Bishop Treweek reiterated that the Queen’s profession of faith was in Jesus Christ and because of Queen Elizabeth’s personal trust in the redeeming work of Christ on the cross, she now enjoys life eternal in the presence of her Maker. That verity is what was so beautifully and profoundly on stage in the glory and pageantry of today’s services and ceremonies.
“Jesus said to her, I am the resurrection, and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.” John 11:25
You are probably surprised that I used the word ‘magic’ alongside a photo of my Bible. I would more often use terms like sacred and inspired. Read on to find the connection and to a prayer request at the end.
I saw this plaque in a shop: “Please and thank you are magic words.” Parents and teachers say this phrase to children to encourage them to speak politely. I believe that using courteous language sets a respectful tone in conversation and relationships, but I am noticing a decline in manners.
In communicating with two businesses recently, I failed to get a thank you, a reply, even an acknowledgement. My patronage of both businesses is substantial and long-term. In one case, I supplied important requested information and I asked for confirmation that it was received. In the other instance, a favor had been asked and with some personal effort I followed through, yet I received no acknowledgement to either communication. I know in life’s stresses and the pressures of our ever-changing society, things fall through the cracks. I suppose I should grant grace for that.
Similarly, last spring I contacted the motel where we have vacationed for the last 35 years. The ownership of the motel is transitioning to the next generation of the family, which is nice to see. My messages, however, were not returned although the matter was resolved. I guess I chalked that one up to younger owners with different communication styles.
After our wonderful July vacation, with attractive updates to the motel premises, I couldn’t find my Bible. I remember reading my Bible on the motel porch but since then, I have not been able to find it. I have searched the cars, at church, at a Bible study home and throughout our house. It is not turning up. Though I thought it unlikely, I contacted the motel and asked if my Bible had been found. Quickly, Brooke, one of the new owners responded that it had not been found but she offered to recheck on the weekend when the unit would be cleaned. She suggested that it could be in a drawer, although I didn’t recall ever storing it in one. After cleaning day, Brooke again emailed me that she had not found a Bible anywhere. I thanked her for checking so diligently, assured her that I have other Bibles to use, and kidded that I hoped wherever it was, someone was reading it! I also made “the most of the opportunity” by sharing that I write a blog based on Scripture (Ephesians 5:16).
My confidence in communication manners rallied after the exchange with Brooke. All of us can be mindful of staying courteous, using the magic words of “please” and “thank you” as frequently as we can, even at home, with our loved ones. (Sometimes family get the worst of us, don’t they?).
I had my Bible rebound and repaired in 2013.
For now, my Bible remains missing, and I miss it a lot! I have used this Bible for several decades. It is well-marked; I know its pages well. I speculate that I absentmindedly set it in the wrong place and that someday it will show up at the bottom of a sewing basket or the gadget drawer! Would you pray with me that I find my Bible soon? I would appreciate it – thank you. I will keep you posted.
“… if you receive my words and treasure up my commandments with you, … if you seek it like silver and search for it as hidden treasures, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.” Proverbs 2: 1, 4-5. Important Postscript: I finished this draft last night, planning to post it sometime this weekend. This morning in church, I got a text that my Bible had been found and was at the Welcome Desk. It is wonderful to have it back – a real answer to prayer! Thank the Lord with me!! Scripture tells us to handle The Words rightly (2 Timothy 2:15), and apparently I need to handle my possessions rightly too!
