Friday, December 23, 2022

 Home for Christmas?

While many people are trying to ‘get home for Christmas,’ there is someone who left home at Christmas- for you and me.  



“ For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior,
who is Christ the Lord.
And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths
and lying in a manger.”

(Luke 2:11,12)




Sunday, November 6, 2022

Mowing your lawn

 


The Tracks

The tracks we leave behind us tell a story. Mowing a lawn, you would think, is just that: mowing a lawn. As I looked at the traces of where I had been just one day ago, I was reminded that not all tracks in life are straight. Sometimes, we go in circles. Other times, we swerve to avoid a catastrophe. And then there are those tracks that turn into ruts; markers of one bad decision after another.

I thank God that He redeems us; that, not only did Jesus die on a cross and rise again for us to be forgiven and be ready for heaven, but that His heart is always for us, His compassions are new every morning and I can, by His grace, get out of the rut. He creates a new pattern, 



“Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Acknowledge the Lord in all of your ways and He will make your paths straight.”
(Proverbs 3:5,6).

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

Thursday, July 1, 2021

Weep With Those Who Weep

 

Romans 12:15b
“Weep with those who weep” 

When World War ll broke out, my Dad was nine years old.  Two of his older brothers fought in that war, and, strange as it may seem, my Dad was called a Nazi.  Where he grew up, one was frequently referred to by a string of previous generations.  For example, my Dad was known as: “Gerard Mosie Mose Germain.”  With this moniker, everyone knew which family he belonged to, especially given that many children throughout the community had the same first name.

Back to being a Nazi.  You see, some people in the village could not pronounce “Germain,” so they called my Dad: “Gerard Mosie Mose German,” followed by the excruciating taunt that he must be a Nazi, given that “German” was in his name.  Painful, to say the least; deserved- of course not.  It was utterly foolish; so misguided. 

Moving ahead to the year 2021, Canadians are finally discovering the horrible truths about what happened to the thousands of Indigenous children at our so-called “Residential Schools.”  I would not label them as such.  They were literally killing fields, along with the indoctrinating of children so as to be entirely at odds with their culture and language.   Lest we think: “Oh that was so long ago,” 1996 is only 25 years ago; in my lifetime and likely in yours.  As a Canadian, I am appalled and apoplectic.  Heartbroken, I have wept.  Justice must prevail.  Several generations have been deeply traumatized and we need to work hard at reconciliation and healing.  So many layers of lies kept this information hidden.  But, now we know. 

Just like my Dad was certainly not a Nazi, I, as a follower of Jesus Christ, am in no wise connected to the so-called Christians who perpetrated these awful deeds under the guise of Christianity; their sin is not mine to carry.  It would be equivalent to making the people of Germany, today, responsible for the sins of their fathers.  Representing a church, not representing Jesus, the perpetrators of those who ran these ‘schools’ hid behind their black robes.  They were wolves in sheep’s clothing; albeit black sheep.  And the government officials were just as guilty, seeing as they passed on the tedious-to-them:  ‘ Indian problem.’

 I will not, however, ‘cancel Canada’ because of a shameful, albeit recent, past.  I will work towards justice and reconciliation.  While I am not personally responsible for the aforementioned atrocities, I can, and do call true Christians to repentance; acknowledging that we may have heard stories and yet did not want to believe them; acknowledging that we may have labelled Indigenous people as lazy or incompetent-there is plenty of guilt to spread around.  I would echo God’s words of 2 Chronicles 7:14



If my people, who are called by my Name
will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways,
then I will hear from heaven and I will forgive their sin and heal their land.

 

When I was a child, some children in my little village called me by many names: “Nigger, Blackie, Indian.”  How I shrank at those words.  They cut like a knife.  My Mother would tell me:  “Forgive them.  They don’t understand what they are doing.  And always remember that there will be people who will need you to stand up for them.”  I am forever grateful for her tender spirit, and in my little soul I determined that if ever I met others who were maligned, taunted and spoken of in crude and nasty ways, that I would love them and defend them fiercely.

For all the little souls that were taken; for all the crumpled bodies that were mercilessly thrown into graves; for all the survivors who came home but no longer felt at home; for all the children whose blood is crying from the ground- may God have mercy on your families.  May God bring healing.  May those of us who are followers of the Lord Jesus Christ come alongside of you, and weep with you and pledge to love you and work for a better tomorrow. 


Thursday, June 10, 2021

Beauty Beyond Measure



  He has made everything beautiful in its time.  
(Ecclesiastes 3:11)

I marvel at the beauty seen in a well-cultivated garden or a beautifully-landscaped property.  The gardener has taken time, talent and thought to piece together a work of art.  In a world where I expect everything, at once, ready-made, and to my liking, I am thinking I should take a leaf out of God's Book; where the ultimate gardener patiently brought the world into existence.  He took seven days.  In the unfolding of days one to five, we see the brilliance and creativity of how God made everything ready for humanity; water, light, air, plants, sun, moon, stars, fish and birds. 

Saving the best for last, he brought animals and then His crowning creation, humanity, into existence, on day six.  In His wonderful wisdom, He rested on day seven, and no, God was not tired.  He had simply finished the work of creating, with all its beauty.  And He took all the time He needed.

Whether it be waiting for the subtle colours in the rising of the sun, or the incredible painting of the western sky at dusk; the blooming of a flower or the first glimps of a new-born baby; beauty is always worthy of the wait.  Paint that sunset.  Plant that seed.  Pour your love into that sweet baby's precious life.

Be of good courage, friends.  Sow kindness.  Sow joy.  Sow beauty.  Sow the incredible, indelible gospel and fruit will come; everlasting fruit; beauty beyond measure.  The Gardener, Jesus Christ, will bring you to His eternal rest; to behold His beauty.  And, while we will be taken aback to see the nail prints in His hands and feet, they will be of utmost beauty to us.  God's plans, from eternity past, will finally bear eternal fruit.  

Sow righteousness for yourselves,
reap the fruit of unfailing love,
and break up your unplowed ground;
for it is time to seek the Lord,
until he comes
and showers his righteousness on you.
(Hosea 10:12)

Monday, May 31, 2021

Platitudes just won't cut it


Platitude: "a remark or statement, especially one with a moral content, that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful."


If you're running your life on platitudes
You'll be nowhere near the beatitudes.
Only Christ underpinning your attitudes,
Will make the gospel count for infinitude.


As the wonderful hymn states:

On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.


Friday, May 28, 2021

Quenching My Thirst


May 28, 2021.



Back in Nova Scotia since a few weeks, the "Hummers" are fueling up to take care of their wee, (very wee) ones. Watching them hover, wings a-fluttering at the speed of approximately 53 beats per second, it's a marvelous work of God to behold. A group of Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds is called a "Charm," and charming they are. I am mesmerized by their beauty.

Sipping at a feeder, they do not stay for very long, only taking what they need; returning time and time again throughout the day until dusk begins to fall.  Some lessons for me:

 

Drink in God's word.

 Quench my thirst all day long, from dawn to dusk.

 Apply it to my life, every   single   day.

 





"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."

(Psalm 148:3)