Saturday, January 15, 2022

The Dead of Winter and the Spirit's Fire

It's the dead of winter, the coldest time of the year. My back is aching. A pandemic is raging. Nerves are frayed. Patience has collapsed in a heap of ruin. And it's the best time to praise God. Yes, you read that correctly. It's the best time to lay aside our troubles and worries, and praise our Creator. Praising God in good times, for good times, is easy. Praising God in hard times requires more afore thought—more raw determination. Perhaps it's the best measure of our faith.

Stone arch bridge, Perth, ON

The apostle Paul challenges us with this admonition: "Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. Do not quench the Spirit" (1 Thessalonians 5:16-19, NIV). My Bible breaks the statement above into four separate verses and then tosses "Do not quench the Spirit" into an entirely new paragraph. But in the original Greek, there are no verse numbers, or indented paragraphs. These four statements all flowed together as one.

The Spirit's fire is stoked or quenched by our rejoicing, our prayer and our thanksgiving. None of these responses—our rejoicing, prayer and thanksgiving—should be driven by the circumstances we find ourselves in. Our circumstances may vary, but God's love for us is constant.

Paul and Silas perfectly illustrated the presence of God's Spirit in their lives as they prayed and sang hymns after being severely flogged and imprisoned in Philippi. See Acts 16:16-40. Did their physical pain and circumstances inhibit their rejoicing? Apparently not. They refused to quench the Spirit's fire. Instead, they stoked it.

Do not quench the Spirit (1 Thess. 5:19).

Is your fire going out? Can you still find some glowing embers among the ashes? Then take some action. Add some fuel. Throw on a few splinters of rejoicing. Log on some prayer time. Top it all with some heartfelt thanksgiving. In the dead of winter, at the coldest time of year, in defiance of a pandemic, let's build the warmest fire.


David Kitz is the chair of The Word Guild. His most recent book series is Psalms 365: Develop a Life of Worship and Prayer.




Tuesday, January 11, 2022

In Our Time

  It's cold in our part of the world today, mind you not as cold as Calgary last week at -44, but still colder than we've had for a bit. We've had a lot of mild weather for early January in southwestern Ontario, so perhaps we're not ready for it.

 It seemed appropriate to refresh a post I put up early in our pandemic, because even if we're not exactly sheltering in place, many of us are staying close to home— except for those who have chosen this time to travel again, once the borders opened up again. 

We're getting tired of this world-wide spread of a virus that's changed our lives. I offer this message in hope.


May 2020

In a Sunday message recently, I heard a quote from J.R.R. Tolkien and The Fellowship of the Ring that expresses what many of us are thinking about now as we “shelter in place.”

 

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.


“So do I," said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times.”

 

To be clear, I have not seen the whole Lord of the Ring series. I’ve only read the first Tolkien book, so I can only imagine the trouble they face. Frodo and Gandalf are perplexed about what they ought to do next, just as we are. And perhaps they are also afraid. Already they have faced the unfamiliar and terrifying and now there’s more.

 

            While heeding best medical and leader’s advice, we wish this would be over, and that we didn’t need to contemplate further news of the Covid-19 pandemic. Experts have compared it to other times in history, perhaps trying to give us historical evidence and hope that one day this difficulty too will pass. 

 

Tolkien continues, “But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

 

And that’s where we find ourselves too. Yet we know, as Christians, “who” we have in our corner, as our hope. We know who sees all, understands all and knows all. 

 

We can be honest about where this situation leads our thoughts and emotions, especially when people are out of work and perhaps with a limited budget, and teaching their children at home. 

 

I’ve been hearing stories not just about our front-line workers in health care and food services, but also of others striving to make the best of a difficult time. A fellow author shops for groceries for frail seniors in her community; children tape their artwork in the windows of their home to bring cheer to those who pass by; people have porch-to-sidewalk conversations with neighbours, family, and friends. Other individuals are sending positive messages on Twitter and Facebook. 

 

Maybe this is the best we can do for now. That and offering hope to those who have none, and praying for those who need our prayers, as we stay safe and strive to remain healthy. Until we gather again, take care of yourselves.   

 

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Back to today: 

 

What I say to you this day is to offer hope, to smile when you  go out, for you don't know how it might help one person today. My check-out girl at the grocery store today who smiled ( I could see her crinkled eyes around her mask) and smiled at me. And I smiled back and we chatted a couple of minutes as she passed my items past the scanner. It was good to see her after so long. 

 Maybe smiling at someone else I meet but have never spoken to before. Someone with a small antsy child to whom I might offer my place in line, because that child is tired and hungry and just wants to go home ( as does her mother or father, as the case may be). And imagine Jesus standing in line with you, helping you through the day. How would that feel?

  

Monday, January 03, 2022

Repairing Broken Doors: Setting the Tone for a New Year by Rose McCormick Brandon

 Young King Hezekiah, devout and earnest, ascended to Israel’s throne after the death of his wicked and idolatrous father, Ahaz. The citizens rejoiced because the new king had the heart of his ancestor, David, and not that of his father.

        The first thing Hezekiah did was open the temple and repair its doors. This act set the tone for his reign. God would have His rightful place. 


In the very first month of the first year of his reign, Hezekiah reopened the doors of the temple of the Lord and repaired them. 2 Chronicles 29:3 

Hezekiah led the citizens of Israel to repent of their sins and vow to follow the Lord. That meant tearing down all the idols his father had erected. It meant declaring they would love the Lord their God wholeheartedly, with all their soul and strength (Deut. 6:4).

What a beginning! Repairing the doors to the temple and opening them for worship brought healing to the nation. By this act the people said no to sin and all ungodliness and yes to living a holy life and giving God first place.

After Hezekiah repaired the temple doors, revival swept across Israel. Leaders who had followed the previous king into idol worship confessed their sins, rid their homes of false gods and committed to living in obedience to God.

        Are the doors of your life in disrepair? Has Bible reading and prayer lost first place in your schedule? It’s time to repair these doors, set them solidly on the hinges of your life. It’s time to get familiar with the squeak of the prayer closet door. That door determines the future.

My happiest moments are when I am worshipping God, really adoring the Lord Jesus Christ. In that worship I forget the cares of the church and everything else. To me it is the nearest approach to what it will be in Heaven. Charles Spurgeon

Response: Lord, today I commit to giving you first place in my life. I will make worshipping you my primary occupation. 

Saturday, January 01, 2022

A STRANGE TRANSITION by Eleanor Shepherd




 2021 is finally over. It was such a disappointment in so many ways. We hoped that it would herald the end of the pandemic and a return to normal life, but as the year wore on and wave after wave of Covid-19 variants arrived, despite the rapid development of a vaccination against the virus. Globally we seemed to be fighting a losing battle.

While the number of cases decreased and restrictions were lifted in some countries, at the same time they were spiraling in other countries. No matter what strategy was applied, the disease still managed to force people to surrender to the dictates it imposed.

The atmosphere of fear engendered by this stubborn enemy, was exacerbated by disastrous climatic events like raging wild fires and home and income destroying floods. In addition, there arose doubts about our ability to practice justice, highlighted in headlines about racial profiling and inhumane treatment of minorities, revelations of the manner in which we failed to provide adequately for the needs of our aging population and the heartbreaking discovery of unmarked graves of children who had lost their lives in the attempts to alter their identities through cruel indoctrination called education. The world of social justice and freedom for all seemed to dissipate before our eyes and we began to have serious questions about the meaning of our lives.
Acts of kindness gave us courage to not totally lose heart in the midst of this maelstrom of misery. In spite of all that was happening there were people who were taking seriously their responsibilities, particularly in the health care field and they became the heroes. I saw evidence of their steady and heartwarming dedication to duty as I personally had occasion to visit hospital emergency rooms in both Winnipeg and Montreal.


When at the height of the pandemic, I found myself alone in the waiting room of an Emergency unit in a Winnipeg hospital, I watched in amazement as at least once every hour a nurse (often male) would walk through the waiting room, stopping to talk to each person. He would ask if their condition had become any worse in the last hour. If necessary, he would take vital signs. If the patient was thirsty, he offered them water and if they were hungry would provide a snack. If they were cold, he would bring a blanket for them.

These nurses reminded me of the folks that Jesus spoke of in Matthew 25 who cared for those in need, without realizing that in so doing, they were serving Jesus. I realized that evening that in all that was going on in our world, God was right in the centre of it all.
My hunch was confirmed when in late autumn and early winter, I had further occasions to visit the Emergency Unit at a large Montreal hospital. On one of the visits as my husband, Glen and I sat waiting for my turn to see the doctor, Glen noticed that one of the people who was at the triage desk was speaking to a woman who had been treated and was ready to go home. She was alone and elderly and seemed a little confused by the environment. It was late in the evening and she had no idea where to find a taxi or a bus to get home. The employee asked his colleague to look after things for a few minutes, then he accompanied the woman to the place where the taxis were available outside the hospital. It took five or ten minutes for him to be able to get the lady into a taxi and safely on her way home. When he returned, Glen went over to his desk and he expressed his appreciation for the way that this employee had gone above and beyond duty to care for the lady in this way. Again, we observed the kindness in the midst of chaos and confusion provided by someone who cared.
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On another visit to the same Emergency Room, I watched as one of the nurses caring for the patients attended to a woman who was brought in by ambulance. Her distraught cries revealed loneliness and fear of her unknown fate. A nurse quietly stood by her stretcher, listening. Then, in a gentle voice, he assured her she would be cared for and he was there for her. She seemed to sense a peace coming from him and settled down, quietly awaiting the treatment she needed. I had seen this same nurse use that same gentle tone with other patients. It was a gift to have someone like that in such a place.

These folks reminded me that although 2021 was a difficult year in so many ways, we were not forsaken. God was present and acting through the lives of kind people and He will not desert us. We can enter 2022 confident He will be with us. 
  
    I would like to offer you a Happy New Year and with it give you a song sung by our daughter, a five times Juno nominated jazz singer. Enjoy! Here is the link:  The Blessing


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Sunday, November 14, 2021

Why Bother Blogging?

     Why bother blogging? Why learn a new writing skill? Why not stick with what you are familiar with? These questions and a dozen more flooded my mind. 

    When I returned from the 2013 Write! Canada Conference, I had a decision to make. Would I heed the advice of Kim Bangs, whose writing workshop I attended, or would I ignore her recommendation. You see, Kim Bangs, now of Baker Publishing, strongly urged all in her class to begin blogging.

    Did I want to begin blogging? No way! And no thank you.

    But the Holy Spirit might also be called a gentle whispering nag. In the days following the conference, the Spirit kept whispering, "When are you going to start that blog?"

    After a time of resistance, I finally relented.

    "Okay! I'll write that stupid blog."

    Actually, it wasn't the blog that was stupid, but the author had a lot to learn, and he needed an attitude adjustment as well. 

    I stumbled about for a while as I tried to discern a theme and purpose for my writing. Eventually, I began writing devotional posts on the Psalms. Once that decision was made, I settled into a routine writing rhythm, knocking off a daily post of consistent length. In due time, I had devotional posts for every day of the year, and all one-hundred-and-fifty psalms in the Bible—enough to fill three 265-page volumes.


    Why bother blogging? Well the answers have been coming thick and fast for a number of years now. Answers come in a variety of ways. Most often they come in the comments left by blog readers. At other times they come through words spoken directly to me, or through Amazon book reviews. 

    But perhaps the biggest answer to that question came on September 25, 2021 at The Word Guild Gala when I won the Grace Irwin Best Book of the Year Award for Psalms 365: Develop a Life of Worship and Prayer, Volume I.

    Yes, my blog posts on the Psalms became an award-winning book with a significant cash prize attached. You never can tell where following the advice of a writing professional might take you. That's especially true if it's accompanied by the Holy Spirit's urgent prompting.




     All three volumes of Psalms 365 are available for the Christmas season. They are a great way to begin the new year. For a closer look or to purchase click here.

    
    David Kitz is the author of numerous books and the chair of The Word Guild.

Thursday, November 11, 2021

 

 Robert Dollar; Global Impact in Business

By Rev. Dr. Ed and Janice Hird

-an article for the Engage Light Magazine

 

 


After coming to Canada penniless from Falkirk in Scotland, Robert Dollar became one of Scotland’s fifty wealthiest individuals, amassing a fortune of over forty million dollars ($800 million in today’s money).  He was even on the cover of the March 19th, 1928 TIME magazine, and written up in the Saturday Evening Post in 1929.

 

Leaving school at age 12 to work in Canadian logging camps, he saved up enough cash to buy into the lumber trade itself.  As most loggers spoke French, Dollar taught himself French and took over the camp’s accounting. Being a logger taught him determination, "One thing I now admire of this wild, hard life, was that we never used the word 'can't'. We had to do!"

 

At their peak, Dollar’s mills produced fifteen million board of lumber.  While in the lumber camps, Dollar ‘always made it a practice on Sunday to take out (his) Bible to a quiet place and read it, even in the coldest of weather.” He “attributed much of his success to the teachings received from this daily reading.” Dollar advocated “clean habits, clean thoughts, plenty of exercise, fresh air and plenty of sunshine...and plenty of work...Last, but most important, fear God and keep his commandments.”

 

Captain Robert Dollar (originally spelt Dolour) became the founder of Dollarton in North Vancouver, and its first major employer with hundreds of local residents working at the Dollar Mill.  As owner of 100 acres in North Vancouver, he could see North Vancouver’s great potential in terms of international trade and commerce. Even the local Dollarton minister had his salary paid by Dollar. 

 

In 1895, Dollar purchased his first ship in order to move his lumber down to American markets. His first boat became a huge success because of the number of people making their way to the Alaska Gold Rush. Out of this, he began the 40-vessel Dollar Steamship Company (later becoming American President Lines). Known as the Grand Old Man of the Pacific, Dollar started three head offices in North Vancouver, San Francisco and Shanghai. His ships bore the famous "$" on their smokestacks. During his lifetime he made some 30 voyages to Asia, being the first to bring North American lumber to Asia. While in China, Dollar, with missionary zeal, built several Y.M.C.A.s, an orphanage, a school for the blind and a village school. In his autobiography, Dollar commented that “the evangelization of China means safety, security and a certainty of China becoming a great and strong nation.” 

 

By World War I, Dollar was such an institution in Asia that his word alone was enough “collateral” to begin building ships in China that cost $30 million ($820 million in today’s dollars). Chinese people trusted Robert Dollar and accepted him as one of them. He became one of the greatest promoters of trade and friendship between China and North America.  On one of his trips to China, a three-hour procession of thousands of men, women, and children passed his hotel to honor him. Even during the Chinese civil war, Dollar's agents were not molested or harmed, and his property was saved from the ravages of warring factions. Dollar commented,

 

I believe there is better opportunity for trade in China than in any other part of the globe. We business men deserve no credit in securing this foreign trade. It is the missionaries who deserve the credit. They preceded us and made it possible for us to trade in China and other foreign countries.

In 1923 at age 80, Dollar purchased seven “president” ships from the U.S. government which enabled him to pioneer round-the-world passenger service, being the first to publish scheduled departure and arrival times. Dollar placed a bible in every room in his boats. "By commencing the day with the reading of my Bible," Dollar said, "I find it gives much valuable information and inspiration which is past my power to express. The older I become, the more benefit do I derive from the habit of reading from chapters of the Bible each morning. It has meant guidance and help in my efforts to make a success in this world."  In 1925, Dollar Line acquired the Pacific Mail Steamship Company and its trans-Pacific routes. He never sold liquor on any of his ships, and always had 11am Sunday worship services for the sailors and passengers.

Dollar’s mom died when he was nine; his grief-stricken father became an alcoholic.  Out of his family pain, Dollar developed four principles to which he clung to:

1. Do not cheat.

2. Do not be lazy.

3. Do not abuse.

4. Do not drink.

Dollar was a family man with a strong work ethic and solid faith. His granddaughter remembers visiting her grandpa, saying: "We all arose at 6 a.m. and went to bed at 9 p.m.  Grandfather read a passage from the bible each morning and we joined in...Grandfather sat at the end of the table and said grace before each meal. At festive occasions, he would tell us a story about his life in the Canadian north woods and have us all spellbound and laughing."

In Dollar’s diary, he wrote:

 

Thank God, from whom all blessings flow ...we start the year with supreme confidence in the future, knowing that God is with us and hoping prosperity will enable us to aid humanity with our money, and that we will be permitted to leave the world a little better than we found it.

Dollar never retired, saying:

It would have been nothing short of a crime for me to have retired when I reached the age of sixty, because I have accomplished far more the last twenty years of my life than I did before I reached my sixtieth birthday ... I was put in this world for a purpose and that was not to loaf and spend my time in so-called pleasure ... I was eighty years old when I thought out the practicability of starting a passenger steamship line of eight steamers to run around the world in one direction ... I hope to continue working to my last day on earth and wake up the next morning in the other world.

At the age of 88, in 1932, Robert Dollar died of bronchial pneumonia. Some of his final words were:

In this world, all we leave behind us that is worth anything is that we can be well regarded and spoken of after we are gone, and that we can say that we left the world just a little better than we found it. If we can’t accomplish these two things, then life, according to my view, has been a failure. Many people erroneously speak of a man when he is gone as having left so much money. That, according to my view, amounts to very little.

May the global discipleship of Robert Dollar inspire all of us to make a missional difference in our lives.

Rev. Dr. Ed and Janice Hird

Co-authors, God’s Firestarter and Blue Sky

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Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Remembering and Praying for Peace

 Many people in our world bear the scars of war. Immigrants coming from countries that seem to be constantly at war. Those who managed to escape without loved ones. Those who came from Europe following the World Wars looking for a better life and safe place to start a family.

A Guelph, Ontario, church holds the name of one such soldier, Colonel John McCrae, author of the famous In Flanders Fields, a solemn rondeau poem about soldiers who now lie below a row of cross-shaped markers in a far away field.

 

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row…”

 

 

According to Litcharts, “McCrae wrote the poem in 1915 as a memorial to those who died in a World War I battle…. McCrae himself treated many of the soldiers injured.”

The poem appears to have different voices, those on the field who cannot hear the birds sing for the sound of battle, and those who lie beneath the ground, having their say about someone else taking up the torch, someone else understanding that they will not rest easily even if the field is covered with beautiful poppies and crosses neatly in a row.

Remembrance Day is a solemn time to mark when soldiers went off to endure war to bring about peace. Peace was not easily secured. It cost many lives and sacrifices that followed soldiers to the end of their lives, for those who did make it home, and the trauma they carried around the rest of their lives.

Many wars have been fought because of greed and to gain land and supremacy. Make no mistake that those who started the war were not the ones who fought it.

There is still unrest in many places around the world, ones that cause people to flee for their lives, ones that rob children of parents.

While the poppy is a symbol of freedom gained, I choose to think of peace and hope that we can keep that peace. And honour those who did go to fight. Fathers, grandfathers, young men with a life seemingly before them, cut short. So today we remember those who went to fight.

A rendition of "In Flanders Fields" by Canadian  singer and songwriter Adele Simmons

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pu1XaTIUWR4

 

 


Carolyn Wilker, Editor, Author, Storyteller

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