A Time for Calendars

Our son inherited his grandfather’s clock.

This past December, my husband and I were in an office supply store to buy a wall calendar.  We like something big with large squares to write in appointments and events, and it hangs in the kitchen where we can see it daily.  While checking out, a man (wearing a realtor nametag) commented to my husband that he hadn’t seen anyone use a paper calendar in years!  The remark felt disrespectful and condescending to me.  Of course, we are aware of digital calendars and on-line scheduling.  We use technology options too but a calendar’s day-to-day visual reminder serves us well.  Frankly, thanks to his comment, I won’t be calling the guy in the store for my real estate needs, but I suppose he’s right that wall calendars belong to the parent generation, the brunt of a series of recent insurance commercials.

I will be honest:  I like calendars.  Back in my classroom days, I kept several calendars up.  The photos or art for each month aided conversation and content in my ESOL classroom.  They added cheer and color to institutional walls and I find them cheerful now inside of closets, on the back of a door, and in a workspace.  Some calendars remind me of a ministry with needs; others take me to a beautiful scene or share an artist’s work each month.  My all-time favorite FREE calendar was the gorgeous photography and gardening news in the Merrifield Garden Center annual calendar but sadly I am not in Fairfax anymore to pick one up.

Calendars measure time, something precious and finite in the human experience.  Belonging to the Author of Life, I thoughtfully consider time.  I want to enjoy it, I don’t want to waste it and I know I am held accountable for it.  I realize my earthly time will end one day.  Already, I have attended two funerals in the new year.  One life remembered was long, full and clearly dedicated to the Lord.  The other memorial service also honored someone with a faithful legacy of serving the Savior, but the years were much short of the “span of seventy, maybe eighty years” described in Psalm 90 v 10.

We have quickly flipped over the first calendar page to February, torn off January, or digitally have swished or scrolled forward.  We might still be in the mode of planning, goal setting, prioritizing or establishing better habits for the new year.  That’s where I am too but I hope you are also considering how you will make your relationship to God a priority this year.  How will you spend time with our very Author of Life, learn of Him in the Scriptures, and be encouraged by others who share faith in Jesus?  David the Psalmist wrote that he “set the Lord always before” him (Psalm 16 v 8).  The entirety of Psalm 16 describes the safety, value, goodness, joy, and LIFE in choosing Him as our priority.  Blessings as you pursue Him fully in this unfolding new year.

Sweet generations remind us of the passage of time.

 

Poor Virginia

I originally posted this blog piece on November 27, 2022 through social media.  At that time, my blog was down.  I continue to work on my blog to restore it to full functionality.  I believe there are still software and hacking issues.  Sadly, this post is timely again after another rampage in California:

Poor Virginia!  My heart aches for the Commonwealth I called home for most of my life, after two multiple murder rampages, and a senseless shooting in a Lynchburg restaurant between the two.  But it’s not just Virginia.  There was killing in a nightclub in Colorado and slaughter in a college town in Idaho.  In an underreported update, fifty-five police officers have been shot and killed in 2022, as of October 31, according to the Fraternal Order of Police. Thanksgiving was upon us but impacted families and communities faced shock and grief.

Questions race through our minds.  Who does this? Why is this happening?  Answers don’t come easily but one factor stands out to me:  our familiarity, even glamorization, of gunfire and violence in this culture.  How can something to be played, a game, be called “Death Race” or “Bulletstorm?”  Why is there a music group named “The Killers?”  Songs and music videos, especially Rap and Heavy Metal, glorify all types of violent behavior.  Movies, videos, and apps like Tic Toc stream disturbing, vulgar, and bully-inducing material that young children can access.  I’ve noticed that even if you go to a cleaner movie in the theater, you will be subjected to violent and sexual content in the previews:  the stuff you and your families wanted to avoid!

On the flip side, how many families regularly gather for togetherness and screen-free dinner hours or game night (the safe kind, for fun!)?  Do young adults enjoy outdoor adventure and healthy indoor interaction over late hours at a bar or beer bash?  Most importantly, who is in church on Sunday morning enjoying worship, community and sound preaching rather than sleeping off a Saturday night of binge-watching Netflix or scrolling through social media with morning coffee? According to statistics about American church attendance, the vast majority are the latter.

Services at my church this morning beautifully combined the gratitude of the season with clear teaching from Scripture, and ended on a note of doxology and praise ushering in the Advent season with “Behold Your God …  Come let us adore Him.” (Jonathan Baird, Meghan Baird, Ryan Baird, Stephen Altrogge; Sovereign Grace Worship, see YouTube link for the song below)  I pray for peace in our land, but know that ultimately it only comes as we commit to peace with God through Jesus’ work on the Cross.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qx9-0v9m2Sg

Welcome 2023 and Welcome Back Blog

As we step across the threshold of 2023, I also throw out the welcome mat to my blog, again. I last wrote a post on this blog in November 2022 and shortly after that I discovered my blog was no longer functional. My administrator privileges were not available to me and eventually I could not even pull up the URL address and my six years of content were gone!

I began attempting restoration; I reached out to the hosting site and the blog software. They were not coming through with support. Friends and family offered to help but we kept hitting the same dead ends. I don’t have an affinity nor an aptitude for technology, so I was lost!

About two weeks ago, I found an IT specialist who works on these issues. He quickly got absorbed in my case and spent hours to determine the problem and fix it. I am not fully clear on what happened and how, but my blog was hacked into, my credentials were changed, and content was hidden. With the expertise of the IT specialist, the hosting and blog software sites put my blog back together. The IT guy charged me for only one hour of his many – but he got a 100% tip from me!

I have written a few posts during the time my blog was down. Some of you may have seen them on social media. Soon I will re-post them on “A Writer’s Daughter,” but I am not sure that I can back date them; they may show up all at once with a real-time date.

As always, I thank you for reading my blog.  I enjoy your comments. I pray that the site will stay secure. Its restoration is a gift from God and an answer to prayer. For the time being, I will be able to keep that proverbial pen in my hand, along with my coffee cup. Here is a prayer for the New Year and for this blog: “Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands.”

Psalm 90 v 17

Geology, Rocks and Gratitude

The Canadian Shield, a massive expanse of central and eastern Canada from the Great Lakes to the Artic and Greenland, “constitutes the largest mass of exposed Precambrian rock on the face of the Earth,” according to the Britannica Online Encyclopedia.  I became familiar with the term “Canadian Shield” as a sixth grade Social Studies teacher.  The first unit of study in sixth grade Social Studies is the regions of North America.  But in reality, I had learned about the Canadian Shield as a child, though not through school. My family vacationed in Ontario each summer and I experienced the beauty of the many lakes and deep forests that intersperse the endless rock ledges and boulder shorelines of the region. Rock outcroppings fill the gorgeous landscape of the Canadian Shield!

Lakes, forest, rocks and … boathouses abound in beautiful Muskoka, Ontario.

In the last decade or more, I have revisited this area of Ontario several times. I began to notice peculiar piles of rocks stacked on the exposed ridges edging the highway.  Mile after mile sat columns of fist-sized stones, stacked usually less than a foot tall, in a graduated pile with no other ornamentation.  A bit of quick internet searching informed me that these stacks are called cairns.  Cairns are an ancient construct for the purpose of marking a place, possibly a trail, border or as a memorium.  Today, however, the stone-stacking trend represents mindfulness, or oneness with nature.  Cairn building is popular in America and Europe as a form of New Age graffiti.

Stones and rocks are mentioned aplenty throughout the pages of Scripture, which is not surprising due to the prevalence of rock in the Middle East region!  Having toured Israel and bordering areas, sometimes that’s all you see: rocks and desert!  In Scripture, rocks play all kinds of roles.

There are warnings about rocks in the Bible.  The second of the Ten Commandments forbids making an image, an idol, to worship as a god.  Idols were carved from wood or stone, often overlaid with gold.  Pillars, some likely constructed with stones, are often condemned for spiritual misuse.  Rocks served as boundary markers and moving them was against the law.

But stones also serve purposes of importance and good in the Scriptures.  More than forty times God is called the Rock or our Rock.  Christ is called the Chief Cornerstone in the New Testament.  God also instructed His people to use stones or pillars to mark a spot of significance.  When God held back the flood-stage waters of the Jordan River for the Israelites to cross into the land God promised, he ordered the leaders to collect twelve shoulder-sized boulders from the dry riverbed.  When the river began flowing again, they piled the stones at the exit point to commemorate the place where God had miraculously given them a dry path, recalling how He had also parted the Red Sea as the Israelites fled the Egyptian army.   God wanted that rock monument to remind the people that God had saved and provided for them.  See Joshua 4

This tells me that we are apt to forget.  If a miraculous dry path through a raging river doesn’t stick in your mind, memory loss is a significant problem!  We do suffer from spiritual amnesia.  We forget what God has given us and more importantly, what God has done for us.  We need mental, and maybe even actual rock piles, to trigger our recollection of God’s blessing and goodness.  Not just at this season of thanksgiving, but every day, in our attitude and prayers, may we express rock solid gratitude.

They remembered God Most High, the mighty rock that kept them safe.  Psalm 78 v 35                        (Contemporary English Version)

Turning 100

I’m stuck at a hurdle here.  This is the 100th post on my “A Writer’s Daughter” blog site.  One hundred is a milestone and suggests something significant.  One hundred is a century and a dollar.  The 100th day of the school year is a big deal at the primary grades; teachers always look for creative things to celebrate, and the number 100 is important in our numbering system so it’s a math lesson too!   But this time, my mind isn’t formulating a significant contribution to honor one hundred.

On the five-year anniversary of my blog, I wrote a recap of my venture into blog writing.  I reviewed my highs and lows, topics of my posts and my continued goal in writing.  Those reflections remain the same just 15 months later so I will let them stand.  You can reread them at https://www.brendaproulx.com/2021/08/

I will move forward past the hundred marker now and pursue the next blog topic, as God allows me ideas and time.  Mostly, thank you for reading my posts, encouraging me, and sharing your comments.  I pray my writing ministers to you, as it does to me and that I might “abound … in this labor, knowing that it is not in vain.” 1 Corinthians 15:58

This summer in Skaneateles, NY.

Glorybound

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.

Remembering the Faith of Queen Elizabeth II

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

Magic Words

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!

The Flip Side of Blowing It

When I posted my last blog entry entitled “Man and Machine” (July 16, 2022) on Facebook, I quipped that the post might keep one from “blowing it.”  The pun suggested that readers might avoid life breakdowns by following the Owner’s Manual.  The blog anecdote retold the experience of a salesclerk improperly operating a machine for blowing insulation, that my husband was preparing to rent.  The machine shorted out and they wouldn’t rent the compromised equipment to him.

The ’34 Ford had flipped doors, compared to the way today’s car doors open.

As I have continued to mull over the idea of following recommended guidelines for peak performance, in this case God’s life directives to us in Scripture, I realized there is a flip side.  The flip side is that one can overemphasize rule following.  It’s not that there’s too much obeying, it’s about misunderstood outcomes.  The intended result is out of alignment.

I have seen this in the workplace.  I have seen colleagues overperforming, creating needless projects (extra work for themselves and others), spending all their waking hours immersed in their completion.  Since work was good and important, completing more of it somehow made you a better person, they rationalized.

Or in personal dynamics, extra ‘doing’ can be compensation for past relational failures.  Being super sweet now or extraordinarily helpful makes up for a bad or foolish action of the past, one hopes.

Even in Christian living you’ll see someone volunteering to do every ministry or attend every church event, sometimes to the neglect of other responsibilities.  The heart may have good motives, but the head may not understand God’s purpose for ministry activity.

Having a strong work ethic, trying to restore a relationship, and doing ministry are all upright and important pursuits, but rule following for the sake of rule following leads nowhere.  Just heeding the Manufacturer’s Instructions does not put your relationship with God into gear.  Only faith in Jesus’ work on the cross for us, ignites the engine for a full life in Him.  And once your life is energized through His mercy and grace for you, it will be a delight to adhere to the Owner’s Manual.  “But because of God’s great love for us, God who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions – it is by grace you have been saved,” Ephesians 2:5.  “We know that we have come to know Him if we keep His commands,” 1 John 3:3.

This is my husband’s hobby project, when he’s not blowing insulation or doing some other handyman job for us. I’ve always noticed the heart in the front grill.

Man and Machine

My husband owned an insulation business after high school.  There were many old houses where he lived, and most did not have modern insulation.  With an insulation blowing machine, bales of insulating material can be blown into wall, ceiling, and attic spaces, providing a strong barrier against outside temperatures.  He did this relatively easy job and made good money at the time.

In our new house, my husband realized that although our heat pump/AC is good quality and more than sufficient capacity for the square footage, extra insulation in the attic would take some pressure off the system, prevent AC and heat loss, and lower our electric bill.  After a lot of legwork, he found the insulation, an insulation machine to rent and a guy to help in the attic.  The plan was going along fine this spring until there were some complications with renting the machine.  Week after week, turning into months, the machine was out for repairs, or we had scheduling conflicts.  Summer arrived and the AC ran, plus the attic got VERY hot!  But the plan came together, and he was finally set.

On the designated day, my husband went to pick up the insulation machine.  He and the salesperson checked out the machine and turned it on for a test run.  It seems the sales guy didn’t know how to properly operate the machine.  Either an incompatible outlet or the wrong extension cord caused a surge or a short in the machine when they plugged it in.  Smoke and sparks flew, and the machine cord was compromised.  My husband insisted the machine would still be fine for him to use but the management insisted that the machine must go back to the repair shop.  The project remains on hold for us, with about twenty bales of insulation stored in our garage!

This reminds me that there is always a proper way to do things.  Equipment runs well when it is run correctly.  Misuse results in breakdowns and damage.  This is true in life too.  Things go well when good choices are made and wise, safe practices are taken.

I see a strong emphasis in the Christian faith on God’s love and mercy lately.  In reaction to the impression of criticism, legalism or negativity, Christian writers and pastors are focusing their words on God’s compassion and forgiveness.  We should not underestimate the breadth of God’s great mercy and His willingness to forgive us and welcome us into salvation because of the gift of His Son’s work on the cross.  That is completely true and cannot be forgotten.  But Scripture also speaks much of following directions, living by God’s plan, obeying what God says.

Bales of insulation awaiting installation make a bike stand for now. John 14: 15- 21 explains that loving God means obeying God. The idea that if God loves us, He lets us do what we want, is not Scriptural.

Like the insulation machine, when operated according to the directions, the machine runs properly.   When there’s misuse, the machine malfunctions!  God created us and wrote our owner’s manual.  From the pages of the Old Testament, including the Ten Commandments and the lessons of the Israelites and the patriarchs of the faith, to the pages of the New Testament with Jesus’ confirmation and expansion of the commandments through epistles of instruction to believers in the church, we have the directions for how this life works.   We cannot be fooled into depending on God’s love and mercy as an excuse for living by our own set of rules.

The longest chapter in the Bible (Psalm 119) is a poem all about the beauty and value of God’s laws:  “I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free.” (Psalm 119:32)  Obedience to God’s commands results in freedom, safety and peak performance.