Spring WILL come!

When it is supposed to be almost springtime, but the skies and trees look like this:

Gray skies in spring

It’s good to remember this:

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
~Hal Borland

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.
– Proverb from Guinea

We must live through the dreary winter
If we would value the spring;
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.

–Author Unknown

Keep your faith in beautiful things;
in the sun when it is hidden,
in the Spring when it is gone.

— Roy R. Gibson

And in the meantime, it’s a good day to make these:

Congo bars

Congo bars. 🙂

Time Travel Tuesday: Easter

timetraveltuesday.gifMy Life as Annie’s weekly Time Travel Tuesday asks this week:

Share your Easter traditions. Did you have egg hunts every year? A new dress? Was it a spiritual event in your family, or just a fun day?

My family  was not a Christian one, but my mother did let me go with her father and sister to the Lutheran church. I remember the different cloths on the pulpit and the sash the pastor wore (I forget the exact names of them) being purple at Easter. I am not in a liturgical type of church now, but I did like that obvious change with the seasons and holidays. I do remember getting a new dress, shiny black patent leather shoes, and an Easter basket. I remember dyeing eggs. I don’t remember if we did egg hunts at home: I do remember attending one somewhere.

And that’s about all I remember of my childhood Easters. 🙂

When our own kids came along, at first I was somewhat militant against any part of the holidays that wasn’t specifically Christian: I wanted to keep the emphasis of Easter on Christ’s death and resurrection. But I have softened over the years. I came to see that all of spring, really, is a picture of the resurrection, of new life. And for young children, when they don’t understand all the spiritual significance, doing little things to make the day special in some way is a good thing, I think. So we began having small Easter baskets with candy and just a few little trinkets like decorated pads and pencils, etc. — I still don’t like the idea of a humongous basket with a dozen toys and cashiers asking the kids, “What’s the Easter Bunny bringing you for Easter?” as if it is another Christmas (not to criticize anyone else who does that: we just prefer to keep that side of Easter simple for our family). I did like the idea of a new outfit: that seemed symbolic of walking in newness of life, of a change of appearance after salvation. Plus when the kids were little they needed new clothes every year anyway. But then they kind of grew out of that and didn’t seem interested. I have all boys, and they all went through a phase of only wearing one dress shirt every Sunday no matter how many shirts they had in the closet. So the new outfits for them for Easter kind of fell by the wayside. I often will still get a new dress for myself, but I don’t stress about it and don’t ‘”have” to have one.

We never did do the Easter Bunny, but one year my husband hid money in plastic eggs and hid them around the yard for the boys, and that has become a tradition. We never dyed or decorated eggs, and that makes me a little sad, but no one liked hard-cooked eggs, so there is really no reason to. I like an egg salad sandwich or deviled eggs every now and then, but I don’t want to personally eat everyone’s eggs. 🙂

Another thing that has become a tradition is making Resurrection Rolls, which is basically bread dough wrapped around a marshmallow: the marshmallow melts into the bread, leaving it with a sweet taste and a hollow place which looks sort of like the empty tomb.

Resurrection Rolls

The recipe for that and some other Easter treats are here.

Another big part of our Easter is that our church usually has some special things going on, usually a choir cantata Easter Sunday evening.

Odds and Ends…

ncm_logo_4.jpgI saw at Dawn’s and Bet’s that March is National Craft Month. I should let that inspire me to actually DO some crafting instead of just dreaming and wishing! One of the things I need to do today is just to sit down and have a planing session for the next few weeks, especially for our Ladies’ Luncheon at the end of next month. Maybe I’ll look over my craft things then, too. According to Dawn it is also National Frozen Food month (now that I can celebrate in style!), National Nutrition Month, and National Umbrella Month.

  • I see humorous posts sometimes about weird search engine terms that have led to one’s blog. Most of the ones that I see on mine make sense, but this one the other day threw me for a loop: “how to put classic clothing together.” I don’t think I have ever written about that….because I don’t know anything about that!! I’d be curious as to what post came up with that search!
  • WordPress employs Akismet as a spam filter, and it does an excellent job. Just every now and then, though, a legitimate comment gets caught in the spam folder, so from time to time I take a quick look in there to rescue any of those. I say a quick look, a very quick look, because most of what is in there is vile (don’t people have better things to do with their time?) A great number of them want to advertise products to enlarge body parts I don’t have to abnormal proportions. I don’t appreciate those or the ones who want to advertise any products through my comment section. But some amuse me by trying to grab my attention by either effusive praise or by baiting. One frequent spammer whose address seems to have to do with various home and garden products (does he not know I can see his ISP address for all his variations?) started out with nice comments but now is trying to raise my ire with comments like, “What if i say that you where wrong and you need to do your research better, would you belief me?” No, I wouldn’t “belief” you, but a better grasp of English would help. 🙂
  • I don’t write much about politics here, but I have been greatly dismayed with the election process so far. One reason Obama scares me is his stance on abortion.
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  • (HT to Jungle Mom)

But Hillary scares me, too. Yet I am not thrilled with McCain, either. I was so surprised when he took SC. Everyone I knew personally or heard on the local news was for Thompson, Huckabee, or Romney. Maybe that was the problem — the conservative vote was too fragmented.

But I found an interesting post at a new blog to me, Findings. I found this blog via Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books, and I love the writer’s style in her reviews. I was delighted to discover that she is also a conservative Christian, and I thought her post about the quest for political power quite insightful in Gandalf for President, though I am not as disappointed in Bush’s administration as she is.

  • One last note: many of you know that Susanne at Living to tell the Story broke her hand last week and is having pins put in it today. She runs a daycare from her home, so not only dealing with pain and recovery, she’ll be dealing with a loss of income and all her parents will have to make other arrangements, hopefully not permanently. I know she would appreciate prayer as would Barb for her daughter having a C-section today.

Have a great day!

Make Me a Stranger

Make me a stranger on earth, dear Savior,
Make me a stranger more like Thee.
Help me keep my focus on heavenly treasures,
And not on earthly things may it be.

Lord, lead me onward as a pilgrim
Bound for heaven never to roam.
Make me a stranger on earth, dear Savior,
Till I see my heavenly home.

Lord, I’ve found myself loving earthly treasures:
Simple pleasures taking your place.
Nothing can measure to heavenly treasures:
Hearing “Well done,” and seeing Your face.

Lord, lead me onward as a pilgrim
Bound for heaven never to roam.
Make me a stranger on earth, dear Savior,
Till I see my heavenly home.

~ Mac Lynch

Whom God Has Joined

Next to reading the Bible, reading missionary books has had the greatest impact on my Christian life. Isobel Kuhn‘s books have been among the greatest of those to me. She has a very readable style and is quite honest and open about her faults and foibles, but her books are also laced with humor.

By Searching was subtitled My Journey Through Doubt Into Faith and describes just that. She had grown up in a Christian family yet wasn’t truly saved. When a professor at college condescendingly told her she only believed because that was what her parents told her, she realized he was right, and thoroughly let herself go into the “worldly” activities she hadn’t been allowed to pursue. This book traces her journey to true faith in Christ and her first steps in her walk with Him. In the Arena is not exactly a sequel, but it highlights certain experiences in her life that showcased God’s working.

kuhn.jpgBut the book of hers I want to talk about today is Whom God Has Joined. It was originally titled One Vision Only, and the main part of it was Isobel’s own writings of her relationship with her husband, John, and sandwiched in-between biographical remarks by Carolyn Canfield. It has been long out of print and was just reprinted not too long ago without Canfield’s part.

It begins with their first notices of each other and the attraction they felt despite their determination not to get “sidetracked” by the opposite sex.

As they got to know one another and grew in affection, John graduated from college first and went to China. At first they were interested in different areas of China, but the China Inland Mission assigned him to the area she was interested in. When he wrote to propose, she knew what her answer would be, yet she spread the “letter out before the Lord” with a problem. She wrote, “John and I are of very opposite dispositions, each rather strong minded. Science has never discovered what happens when the irresistible force collides with the immovable object. Whatever would happen if they married one another? ‘Lord, it must occur sooner or later. Are You sufficient even for that?’” The verse the Lord gave her was Matthew 6:33: “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”

Isobel was assigned and sent to China where they were to be married. One of the first problems they faced was that there were two ladies with very different personalities who each took charge of “helping” the young couple with their wedding plans — and neither plan was what the young couple wanted. God enabled them to very graciously navigate that situation without offending either party.

Isobel wrote in a very engaging way that lets us know missionaries are “of like passions” as we are. We feel like we are right there with her feeling what she is feeling. She not only had the adjustments of marriage but the adjustments of a new culture. Though she was ready and willing for both, sometimes it still threw her for a short while. One example was in her natural “nesting” as a new wife. The CIM way was to live directly with the people as they did, and Isobel was willing for that. She did have a few things to pretty up her home a little bit — nothing extravagant. She was excited to receive her first women guests, and as she began to talk with them, one blew her nose and wiped the stuff on a rug; the other’s baby was allowed to wet all over another rug. Isobel knew that they were not being deliberately offensive: those were just the customs of the country people in that time and place. Yet, naturally, resentment welled up and she had a battle in her heart. She wrote, “If possessions would in any way interfere with our hospitality, it would be better to consign them to the river. In other words, if your finery hinders your testimony, throw it out. In our Lord’s own words, if thine hand offend thee, cut it off. He was not against our possessing hands, but against our using them to holds on to sinful or hindering things.”

In their early marriage they had disagreements over the couple who were their servants (in primitive cultures it was not unusual for missionaries to employ helpers for the many tasks that would have taken up so much time). They were not only lazy, but helped themselves to some of the Kuhn’s own things. John was slower to see it because he had always gotten along fine with them before he was married. At one point when Isobel brought up something the man had not done, hoping for John to correct him, John instead sided with him against her. Angry and resentful, Isobel walked out of the house, not caring where she went, just to get away from it all. Gradually she came to herself and realized she was in a little village as darkness was nearing. In that time and culture that was not done: “good women were in their homes at such an hour.” She felt as if the Lord were saying to her, “You have not considered Me and My honor in all this, have you?” and then convicting her that she had not even invited Him into the situation. She confessed that was true, asked Him to work it out, and went home. And He did.

Isobel was more artistic and exuberant by nature, and once when she was telling a story she mentioned that it was “pouring rain.” John corrected her, saying it was “merely raining.” She was indignant that her story was being interrupted by such a minor detail and said, “I didn’t stop to count the raindrops.” He replied that that was just what she should do. He felt she exaggerated and wanted to break her of it. He began “correcting” her prayer letters and stories and began to use the catch-phrase, “Did you count the raindrops?” It was discouraging and distressing to her and she felt it had a stilted effect on her writing. She tells how over time the Lord used this to help her husband appreciate his wife’s gift of imagination and expression and helped her to be more accurate. She comments,

Similar situations are not uncommon among all young couples. If we will just be patient with one another, God will work for us…Until the Lord is able to work out in us a perfect adjustment to one another, we must bear with one another, in love…With novels and movies which teach false ideals of marriage, young people are not prepared to ‘bear and forbear.’ They are not taught to forgive. They are not taught to endure. Divorce is too quickly seized upon as the only way out. It is the worst way out! To pray to God to awaken the other person to where he or she is hurting us, to endure patiently until God does it: this is God’s way out. And it molds the two opposite natures into one invincible whole. The passion for accuracy plus a sympathetic imagination which relives another’s joys and sorrows—that is double effectiveness. Either quality working unrestrained by itself would never have been so effective. But it cost mutual forgiveness and endurance to weld these two opposites into one! Let’s be willing for the cost.

With humor and poignancy Isobel tells of further challenges and adjustments in the midst of ministry and growing love for each other and growth in the Lord.