The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

These thought-provoking quotes are taken from “The Glory of Plodding” by Kevin DeYoung, whom I have never read before, but I saw a link to this post at Challies.

…notions of churchless Christianity are unrealistic. It’s immaturity actually, like the newly engaged couple who think romance preserves the marriage, when the couple celebrating their golden anniversary know it’s the institution of marriage that preserves the romance.

What we need are fewer revolutionaries and a few more plodding visionaries.

Daily discipleship is not a new revolution each morning or an agent of global transformation every evening; it’s a long obedience in the same direction.

I’d recommend the whole post, but those quotes in particular stood out to me.

And seen at a friend’s Facebook update:

“He who sings his own praise is usually off key.” – Unknown

A good reminder!

And at ivman‘s just this morning:

“It doesn’t make sense to ignore God for what’s going to burn up.” – Drew Conley

That’s convicting: we spend so much time on the things that are not going to last rather than on the eternal and unseen.

Please share your links to your “Week In Words” post below, and as always, please do remember to keep it family-friendly.

Laudable Linkage

We’re off to a wedding in a few hours, plus the usual Saturday chores. I only have a handful of links to share with you of interesting things seen round the web this week.

All You Single Ladies…Or At Least Those Over Thirty. Though I would say it is not just for single ladies. Here is an excerpt:

I am burdened that we tend to alienate ourselves (and sometimes our churches facilitate that alienation with extensively segregated ministry) based on the particular burdens we face. Divorced. Single. Mothers. Newlyweds. I’m not discounting the value of counsel specific to our stage of life, but I’m also burdened that we not discount the commonality of our burdens. Whatever emotional battles you face now, tempting you to doubt God and despair over your circumstances, are NOT unique to you or your stage of life. They are “common to man”. You likely experience intense emotional battles (discontentment, loneliness, alienation, despair). You probably experience sin battles (sexual sin, gossip, bitterness). You have many sisters in Christ who have experienced similar variations of the struggles you face. You need your Christian family. Don’t allow Satan to use feelings of alienation to marginalize you in the church.

Let go by Jeanne Damoff. Beautiful post on not clasping, clenching God’s blessings, but letting them go into His hands.

The Glory of Plodding by Kevin DeYoung.

Learn How to Hand Quilt.

The Selling Sisters: your guide to selling onlineMy friend Lizzie of A Dusty Frame has begun a blog with her sister called The Selling Sisters having to do with tips on buying and selling online (Ebay, Etsy, online shop, etc.) from their experiences. I have been thinking about getting into some of that, and I’ve found just glancing through their site informative. I’ll know where to go when I have questions! I hope you’ll check them out.

Have a good Saturday!

Friday’s Fave Five

Susanne at Living to Tell the Story hosts Friday’s Fave Five so we can share our favorite things from the last week. This has been a wonderful exercise in looking for and appreciating the good things God gives. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

I really missed the Fave Five last week! I had planned to get a post together and then get back to visiting everyone when I could, but I just ran out of time — I was only on the computer long enough to eat a quick breakfast and lunch for a while there. I had planned to share a little bit about Mother’s Day, then, so I’ll share some of that this week. Even though it’s “old news” by now, I haven’t shared it on the blog yet.

So here are my five favorite things from the last two weeks:

1. Our church’s annual ladies’ luncheon. This is what I was working on so much last week. The Lord blessed, it went well, some of the tummy issues were kept in check, though not removed completely. I do have to admit I am glad it is over for another year! But I did enjoy it. I could make a whole Fave Five list from it, but I won’t since I just wrote all about it here.

2. My Mother’s Day feast. Traditionally my husband grills something for Mother’s Day dinner and gets all the family involved in making the side dishes and dessert. I love that so much more than standing in line for a table at a noisy, busy restaurant.They do a great job.

3. Mother’s Day gifts. Here are a few:

I had been wanting a bird feeder for some time. There was one here on top of a wooden pillar when we moved in, but the wood rotted at the bottom and it had to be taken down. Jason and Mittu got me this, and I am glad that I can hang it anywhere. I can see it from both the kitchen sink and the dining room table. The birds haven’t discovered it yet. but the squirrels have.

Jesse got me a gift card to Michael’s, and Jeremy got me this necklace from EDBDBeadz, the Etsy shop of Beth, the daughter of my friend Susan.

I wore it last Sunday, and I hadn’t realized until then that it sparkles when the light hits it! It is very nice.

Jim got me a few books, some hanging plants for the patio, and a gift card to Hobby Lobby.

I am blessed.

4. A restful week. Much needed after the busyness of last week. I’ve puttered around getting things in order and doing a little cleaning, but it hasn’t been pressured.

5. My desk chair. One of my criteria when getting it was that it had to be able to recline and the back had to be high enough to support my head when I leaned back. I’ve taken many a power nap in it lately.

I also wanted to let you know that I have begun hosting a meme on Mondays where we can share interesting quotes we’ve read from books, blogs, etc. It’s called The Week In Words: you can read more about it here, and I hope you’ll join us.

Happy Friday to you!

Flashback Friday: Senior Year


Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site.

This week’s question is:

Tell about your senior year in high school. Were there any special traditions such as getting a senior ring? Were there lots of activities and parties as you neared graduation? Were you in any extra-curricular activities that had traditional “rites of passage” or “passing the baton” too the next class? Were awards given out – either serious or fun? Did you send out graduation announcements? Did your school have a Baccalaureate Service in addition to the graduation ceremony? If you attended church, did your church recognize/honor Seniors in any way? Did you keep your tassel – did you hang it from the mirror of your car or do something else special with it? What sorts of things did you get for graduation gifts? Was it a tradition to display the gifts in your home? Remember, the questions are just a springboard of ideas. You may answer them or just use them to get you started.

I did get a senior ring. For some forgotten reason, I got it sized for my pinkie finger, then, being normally the traditionalist that I am, I fretted over whether I should have. It stays in the jewelry box now, but I am sporting it here:

Senior portrait

I didn’t really like my senior portraits with my little fake smile there. We went to a studio on our own rather than having a photographer come to school, and I went by myself and felt very stiff and awkward. I should have gone with my mom or a group and had more fun with it, and I think my expression would have been more natural.

I don’t remember any parties, but I do remember a group of us going out to a nice restaurant afterward. I don’t remember any passing-of-the baton type ceremonies. There was an award night, but I don’t remember what I got except that it was announced then that I was valedictorian. We only had eight in our class, so, though it was still an appreciated honor, I probably would not have fared as well in a larger class. Yes, I did send out announcements. No, I don’t remember having a Baccalaureate or our church honoring graduates, though they may have and I’ve forgotten — this was over 30 years ago!

I did keep my tassel, and it is probably in a box somewhere. I received mostly money as gifts, but also some things I’d need for college like towels and luggage.

I do remember some type of senior/faculty game — maybe a volleyball game? And I really didn’t want to play because I am so unathletic. Somehow they let me man the concession stand instead: I remember my English teacher saying I could do so because I was “all brain, no brawn.” Thanks, Mrs. S. — I think.

Our senior trip was to Six Flags Over Texas, which, by today’s standards is kind of dinky, but we thought it was fun at the time.

Mostly I remember the thrill of finally being a senior and having the end of the goal in sight that had been on the horizon most of my life.

I also wanted to let you know that I have begun hosting a meme on Mondays where we can share interesting quotes we’ve read from books, blogs, etc. It’s called The Week In Words: you can read more about it here, and I hope you’ll join us!

Port of Two Brothers

Port of Two Brothers by Paul Schlener is the story of two brothers and their families who went out as pioneer missionaries under ABWE on the Amazon River in Brazil in the 1950s. They had to name the piece of land when they bought it, and “Port of Two Brothers” seemed the most natural name. Paul spent all of his missionary career in Brazil,. John had to leave earlier due to health.

I am grateful for the publisher who tapped Paul on the shoulder after church one day to tell him that his experiences should be in print. Though I love the “classic” missionary books, I’ve long been an advocate of modern-day missionaries writing their stories as well, to show that God still does work through willing vessels to accomplish His will, and His power and grace are the same as they have ever been.

Paul writes about the details of establishing a pioneer work in a primitive area realistically though uncomplainingly. He and John found themselves many times facing experiences outside the primary missionary tasks of preaching, teaching, and discipling that they were not prepared for, from boat repairs to building to establishing a school to providing medical aid, but in each situation they sought the Lord, got the best information they could, and plunged ahead.

Humor is sprinkled liberally throughout.  His account of his first experience pulling teeth is hilarious to read, though I am sure it was not so funny at the time. He had wanted to avoid dentistry, but when a dentist gave him unsought books and equipment, and he saw the people in such dire need, he felt he really had no choice but to do what he could.

But more important than the needed physical help the brothers were enabled to provide was the light of the gospel they brought. What a thrill and a blessing to read of those who believed and whose lives were changed. In one instance, two visiting preachers wanted to observe a Brazilian festa. Neither the missionaries nor the national Christians thought this was a good idea, but the visitors pressed, so they worked out the details to go. The ritual “celebrating” a young girl’s coming to the full responsibilities of womanhood at puberty was macabre and ghastly, and the Christians could not even stay for the worst of it. Yet within twenty years some of those involved in that ritual had become believers. As Paul visited the same village, he wrote:

I saw again the transforming power of God in the lives of these people. I could never refer to them as uncivilized, for their lives were on a far higher spiritual and moral plane than many people educated and steeped in an industrial society.

My thoughts went back to the drunken orgy held in this place 20 years ago. No one could read. There were no Bibles, no Christians, no knowledge of God and His plan of salvation; there existed only fear, superstition, witchcraft, knife fights, and drunkenness. I lamented that Jessie (his wife) wasn’t with me to see this; John would have appreciated it as well.

I approached the little table and asked Franciso to lead in another hymn while I gathered my thoughts. I still have the little index card with my few notes on the first sentence of Psalm 23: “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.” They listened as I made it through the short message without choking up.

That’s what it’s all about.

(This review will be linked to Semicolon’s Saturday Review of Books.)

Randomness

I was going to do the usual Wednesday Random Dozen today….but I could only come up with answers for about half the questions. Then my mother-in-law’s hearing aid suddenly stopped working, and I had to take her over to get it checked, and didn’t get back til lunch time. Then I was just tired and not feeling well for a good bit of the afternoon.

Thankfully her hearing aid revived with a thorough cleaning and changing the tube. I was afraid they were going to have to send it off for repairs, and she really can’t hear much of anything without it. We still have her old one somewhere, but it is not a lot of help. It’s hard to communicate and disconcerting to her when she can’t hear, so it was a blessing that that’s all that was needed.

She was thrown off a bit when I came in because she had forgotten I was taking her in (somehow the lack of hearing wasn’t a reminder…), and she went back and forth from apologizing for forgetting (though it was not a big deal at all — just a matter of waiting for her to use the restroom) to frustratedly saying, “I wish you had reminded me!” 🙂 We had talked about it and I had left her a note…but such is life at 81.

I love the hearing aid doctor’s medical building, though. They have people waiting at the door to assist people, and they’ll open the car door, bring out a wheelchair, and wheel her in while I go park the car and then come back to take her to the appropriate office. She usually uses a walker rather than a wheelchair, but that would be a bit too much of a walk for her.  Then when we’re done I can leave her in the lobby by the door in the wheelchair while I bring the car around, and they’ll wheel her out and help her into the car.

Whenever I take her anywhere other than home or church, she almost always comments about hoping I know the way or being glad I know the way, because she sure doesn’t. 🙂 I assure her in an upbeat way that yes, I’ve lived here for twelve years and and pretty familiar with the area. But she even did that when she flew with Jim to visit and then later to move here. Even though he is a seasoned traveler, she was all worried about finding the right gate instead of trusting him to find it. But instead of getting frustrated, he told her what gate he was looking for and asked her to help him find it, and that kept her mind occupied and off the worry cycle a little. I guess all of that conveys an understandable underlying insecurity of being ferried around unfamiliar places under someone else’s direction and control. I mentioned a while back logical thinking is one of the first things to go in dementia, in this case the logical thinking that we know the way, and if we didn’t, we could find it, and even if we got lost, we’d find our way home eventually. But, for all that, most of the time she thinks pretty clearly, except for repeating conversations we’ve already had. New unfamiliar situations do trigger more muddled or illogical thinking.

After I took her back to her assisted living place just in time for her lunch there, I looked forward to getting one of my favorite fast food lunches, a McDouble and small fries for $2.18. I love their fries. But when I got home, I had two burgers and no fries. 🙂 I ate one and put one in the frig.

Speaking of fries, when I buy the frozen ones to bake, I usually like the smaller cuts. But the last time I wanted them, they didn’t have them, so I got the regular crinkle cut kind. I just didn’t like them as well. So one day this week when I was using up the rest of them, I tried spraying them with Pam and sprinkling garlic powder, salt, and paprika on them. They weren’t too bad — they need something else, though…

Last night I made peanut butter Rice Krispie treats with melted chocolate and peanut butter chips on top. Mmmmmm…

Only a week and a half til school is out! Yay!

I am loving the last few episodes of Lost. It’s kind of like a good book that I can hardly put down for wanting to see how it turns out, but then I miss it when I am finished. I think the definite end date has helped the writing to be a lot tighter, but I am SO going to miss this show when it is gone.

I was dismayed when Daris was in the bottom two on the Biggest Loser. I have been rooting for him all season, I think because he reminds me of my oldest, in that he is quiet and somewhat reserved. They’ve all come so far, though — I wish them all the best.

Well, I think that’s about enough randonmness — and it is time to go fix dinner. See ya later!

Ladies’ Luncheon 2010

I’ve been promising to show and tell you the details of our church’s ladies’ luncheon from last weekend, so here we go. 🙂

In some ways I start thinking about the next luncheon right after the last one, but I don’t start really planning for it until after January. I like to have a theme built around a verse or thought from Scripture, and usually after praying about and often after a brainstorming session, something will come to mind, sometimes a few ideas. After a while something crystallizes and I feel sure this is the theme for the year.

This year it didn’t happen quite like that. I saw this plaque in Cracker Barrel:

I just loved the little house with the heart in it, and it reminded me of Psalm 101:2b: “I will walk within my house with a perfect heart.” And I thought, “Hey! That might make a good theme for the ladies’ luncheon!”

I eventually went back and got this for Mittu, because she uses red and black in some of the rooms in her house, and, of course, because of what it said.

And the more I thought and prayed about it, the more “A Perfect Heart” from Psalm 101:2b seemed like a perfect theme. It’s applicable to everyone no matter whether they’re married or single, have children or not. Home can be the place where we most easily let down our guard, but it is the place we most need to walk closely with the Lord. Yet as we look at our hearts, we can get discouraged because we’re so far from perfect: but that’s just a reminder of how we need God’s grace  and need to depend on Him moment by moment for the strength, wisdom, and everything else we need to walk with Him. Thankfully He does not give up on us when we fail and fall, but He forgives us when we confess our faults to Him and promises His grace to sustain us.

Practically, I wanted to use that little black house with a heart in it as a motif. I even photocopied the plaque before giving it to Mittu so I could remember what it looked like and possibly even use the house outline as a pattern. I wanted to get away from my usual penchant for pastel pink and Victoriana  because I know not everyone likes that, plus I wanted it to be different and more contemporary. I’ve seen a few weddings using red and black as their colors, and I have also seen that in some new brides’ decorating schemes, so I decided to use red, black, and white.

At our April ladies’ meeting, we made little plaques with black and white patterned scrapbooking paper as backgrounds and a little black house with a red heart and the theme verse. We used black and white patterned ribbon for hangers, and some of that as well as black  pre-cut decorative edgings I found at Hobby Lobby for trim. We used a flat 5 x 7″ canvas in the art section of Hobby Lobby and Michael’s — they were about a dollar apiece at Michael’s and a little less at Hobby Lobby. It was so fun to see what the different ladies came up with using the different papers and ribbon. Here are a few of them:

I ended up not using the little house from the plaque as a template — I wasn’t sure if that might be illegal or unethical. You can find some basic house shapes like this one online, but I looked through my Cricut cartridges to see if I had any that would do and ended up using the little church design from the Winter Wonderland cartridge and cutting off the steeple. 🙂 There were other little houses on the cartridge, but I liked that one best. (On a side note, I didn’t buy the cartridge just for this project — I already had it — and I didn’t pay that price: they frequently go on sale half-price here.) I also used the “blackout” feature (where it just cuts out the outer edges as a solid) of one of the snowflake designs for the background behind the verse. It was the first time I had really used the Cricut machine my generous hubby had given me some time ago — and now I want to use it all the more! With it, I was able to get everything cut out beforehand, so that at the meeting all we had to do was glue things together. If we’d had to have ladies cutting out things, it probably would have taken us more than one session.

For the centerpieces, I got some 6 x 6″ boxes, covered them with white card stock, and used the door and window from this template, enlarging them to fit the house. I found several neat patterns online for making a house with a folded design, but there was no way I could print them big enough — the biggest piece of card stock is 12 x 12, so by the time you get four walls from a design meant to be folded into a house, that allows for only 3 x 3″ walls, and that was too tiny. And folding is not one of my talents — origami, paper airplanes, etc. just don’t come out right when I fold them. So after a lot of thought and searching, it seemed easiest to do it as I did it.

This is all the little houses out to dry after being glued, and I thought they looked like those little subdivisions where all the houses are too close together and look alike. 🙂

I took photos of the step-by-step process if anyone wants me to do a tutorial, but basically it was just a matter of gluing the card stock on, kind of trimming and gluing as I went. A glue stick worked fine on the flat surfaces, but Tacky glue worked better on anything that folded or curved over an edge.

I had originally wanted to embellish them a little more, something like this — flower boxes at the windows, trim around the roofline, etc. But the day I had a friend coming over to work on them, I got sick and had to cancel, and only had time to just glue doors and windows on. I think it probably turned out better that way — with all the other things on the table, it would have looked too busy.

Here are some of the tables:

We used a 12 x 12″ piece of black card stock and then patterned red scrapbooking paper as the base (I was going to use solid red, but they had such pretty red and black patterns I couldn’t resist!) (Can you tell this anti-red person is softening a bit? 🙂 ) I had planned to use geraniums as the flower, but one store only had pink ones, and another only had a few, and they were in humongous containers. So I looked around for other red flowers, and these petunias were just right. We put a little plastic base underneath the plants before putting them into the houses so the dirt and moisture wouldn’t leak (Wal-Mart had them for 35 cents) and cushioned it all around inside the house with Spanish moss. Then we put the favors around the houses, alternated red and black napkins on white tablecloths, and put the program in the center of the place setting. The caterer brought the plates when she came. At the end, one lady from each table who had a particular number taped under her chair got to take the centerpiece home.

Some weeks ago on a Friday’s Fave Five I mentioned how excited I was to find something online to use as favors for the little girls. Somehow the idea came to mind (the Lord dropped it there, I am sure) to have something for them to color, because there is a bit of waiting time while everyone goes through the serving lines. A quick online search for “house coloring pages” yielded a wealth of materiel. I could have either gone with different styles of houses on each page or different rooms in the house. I went with the latter from this site, with a house and the theme verse on the front cover, and a different room of the house with a corresponding verse on each page in side. There were just exactly enough pictures to go with the pages. Here are a couple of them:

I asked a teenager before the luncheon to take a basket around with the coloring books and a small box of crayons to any table with a child and pass them out.

Ok, that’s more than enough about the decorating!

The most important part is the message or devotional. Usually our speakers are from an area within an hour or so, sometimes a pastor’s wife from another church, sometimes someone from the Christian college. This year one of our missionaries was based in Georgia while on furlough. When she and her husband came to our church during furlough, she shared a little about their area of ministry before her husband preached, and it was obvious that she was a born teacher and speaker. I began to wonder if she might be able to come. She was far enough away to need overnight accommodations, so I asked a lady in our church who had hosted them before if she could do so again if they came, as we don’t have enough in our ladies’ ministry budget for hotel accommodations. The Lord worked it all out so that this lady and her two daughters were able to come: her oldest daughter had to be at the University for training for a summer mission team on Monday, anyway. She was wonderful! My impressions of her being a born teacher were reinforced when she brought a stack of visual aids and had an activity to get everyone involved. She brought a lot of things out of the chapter I hadn’t noticed, and, by the way, I love it and much prefer it when speakers take the verse in context as she did rather than running off with it into who knows where.  She basically took the “I wills” (“I will sing of mercy and judgment, ” “I will behave myself wisely in a perfect way,” etc.) and “I won’ts” (“I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes,” etc.) from the chapter as pictures of what having a perfect heart within our home looks like. I did not think to ask her permission to mention her name or put her picture on my blog, so that’s the only reason I am not doing so.

Then, one of the most exciting parts was a special presentation we made. There is a lady in our church who makes beauitful little dolls, and she put a few in our missions closet. When this family was here before, they asked of she made any in different colors. They said the little girls in their neighborhood in Ghana loved to come over and play with their girls’ dolls, putting them in the little sling-type thing that the African moms carried their babies in on their backs. So I asked this lady if she could make a few for us to give to them, thinking she might be able to make 3 to 5. She made 13! And at the end of the luncheon we were able to present them to our speaker. Here they are on my couch beforehand.


She and her daughters were delighted with them.

On a personal level, it was neat for me to have both my mother-in-law and my daughter-in-law with me. Until my mil moved here, I always had to go to these things alone. I thought I’d have to talk her into it a little more, because she doesn’t usually like to go to much, but though she didn’t look excited about the prospect at first, she agreed. We had gotten her a pretty new dress for Mother’s Day that had a black background and red flowers, and she was so tickled to wear it to the luncheon. She commented about it all morning. And then Mittu wasn’t originally planning to come, but I didn’t know that at first — I think we forget sometimes how intimidating this kind of thing can be to a new person at church. But I asked her if she would mind sitting with Grandma and helping with whatever she might need help with, since I would have to be up and down, and she did so. They both ended up having a wonderful time. My husband had planned to get a picture of the three of us, but forgot about it in trying to get his mom in (he picked her up and took her home since I had to be there early and stay late). I wished I had thought of that, too!

But here is a picture of me holding one of the little dolls:

That little pin was made by Lizzie. I already had the black and white dress for years, but I knew I had seen that pin in Lizzie’s store, and thought it would set it off nicely, and I’d be color coordinated with the decorations, LOL! Plus I can use it at Christmas time or whenever else I might be inspired to wear red. Here is a closer view:

For those who might be interested in the other house-related ideas for centerpieces or favors, some of the links I found are here.

Overall everything went very well — the Lord blessed and enabled all along the way.

And though I enjoyed it — I am glad it is over!

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us. The source can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

This is from a friend’s Facebook page:

Middle age is when you’ve met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else. – Ogden Nash

So true! I am constantly thinking people look familiar and wondering if I know them.

This is from Semicolon:

“Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time.”~E.P. Whipple

This thought-provoking quote was shared by Bobbi at Blogging Along:

“I would like to buy about three dollars worth of gospel, please. Not too much– just enough to make me happy, but not so much that I get addicted. I don’t want so much gospel that I learn to really hate covetousness and lust. I certainly don’t want so much that I start to love my enemies, cherish self-denial, and contemplate missionary service in some alien culture. I want ecstasy, not repentance; I want transcendence, not transformation… I would like enough gospel to make my family secure and my children well behaved, but not so much that I find my ambitions redirected or my giving too greatly enlarged. I would like about three dollars worth of gospel, please.”

–D.A. Carson, Basics For Believers: An Exposition of Philippians

I am not familiar with the book or author, but that is convicting on many levels. So often people want the comfort and blessing of the gospel without the radical change it is supposed to make in lives.

If you share quotes on your blog and would like to share the link, please put the link to that particular post with Mr. Linky, and please keep it “family-friendly.” Thank you!

Oops — I thought I had Mr. Linky set up, but it is not showing up now. I can’t seem to get into the part of the site that has the widgets, but I will get it all set up when I can. Meanwhile, please leave your links in the comments.

Microfiction Monday

Welcome to Microfiction Monday,
where a picture paints 140 characters, or even fewer.

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Susan at Stony River hosts Microfiction Monday wherein participants write a story in 140 characters or less based on a particular image that Susan has chosen for the day.  Design 215’s Character Counter helps keep track of the number of characters. It’s a fun exercise in creative conciseness…or concise creativity… You can visit Susan’s to see some very creative stories for today.

It has been weeks since I have participated — either I had no time or no ideas each week. But today’s picture inspired a story all together too much like something I would do…

After hours of chopping and canning, Sue was pleased with her supply, until she realized she had not washed the jars before filling them.

The blessing of hymns

(Photo courtesy of the morgueFile.)

A couple of weeks ago, Diane at Strength For Today posted this text from the flyleaf of a hymnbook titled Tabernacle Hymns No. 5, printed in 1959:

I AM YOUR HYMN BOOK

Next to the Bible, I should be your most
treasured book.

Hold me in your hand on Sunday when you
prepare to sing.

Let your heart listen to what has been
enshrined within me.

Hear the songs and the triumphant words
of the martyrs dying for a faith the same as yours.

Give heed to the prayers of devout men who
have found the heart of God.

Follow the missionaries of the Cross on their
way to the ends of the earth.

Listen to the great minds of the Church as
they share with you the deep mysteries
of the plan and purpose of the eternal God.

Sit at the feet of the musicians and poets, of
the saints and the redeemed in all lands
and times, of all those who have seen the
hunger in the heart unsatisfied except through song.

All these I have treasured…for you.

I am your hymn book.

I love that. Though I have to admit there are times when I’m singing the familiar words while my mind is elsewhere, overall hymns have been a great blessing in my life.

My former pastor, now with the Lord, Jesse Boyd, used to say that hymns can be even more instructive than sermons because we read, sing, and hear them at the same time, providing a triple reinforcement (and that was one reason why he corrected hymns that were doctrinally askew: he didn’t want the wrong message being reinforced as we sang.) In Jim Berg’s book Changed Into His Image, he advocates using a hymnbook as part of your devotional time, to read or sing through the words. Elisabeth Elliot shared in “The Song of the Animals” from her book On Asking God Why:

When I stumble out of bed in the morning, put on a robe, and go into my study, words do not spring spontaneously to my lips–other than words like, “Lord, here I am again to talk to you. It’s cold. I’m not feeling terribly spiritual….” Who can go on and on like that morning after morning, and who can bear to listen to it day after day?

I need help in order to worship God. Nothing helps me more than the Psalms. Here we find human cries–of praise, adoration, anguish, complaint, petition. There is an immediacy, an authenticity, about those cries. They speak for me to God–that is, they say what I often want to say, but for which I cannot find words…

[The Psalmist] found expression for praise far beyond my poor powers, so I use his and am lifted out of myself, up into heights of adoration, even though I’m still the same ordinary woman alone in the same little room.

Another source of assistance for me has been the great hymns of the Church, such as “Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven,” “New Every Morning Is the Love,” “Great Is Thy Faithfulness,” “Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken,” and ”O Worship the King.” The third stanza of that last one delights me. It must delight God when I sing it to him:

Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

That’s praise. By putting into words things on earth for which we thank him, we are training ourselves to be ever more aware of such things as we live our lives. It is easy otherwise to be oblivious of the thousand evidences of his care. Have you thought of thanking God for light and air, because in them his care breathes and shines?

Hymns often combine praise and petition, which are appropriate for that time alone with God. The beautiful morning hymn “Awake, My Soul, and With the Sun” has these stanzas:

All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me while I slept.
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

Hymns that express Scriptural doctrine and both the cries and praises of the heart have ministered to me greatly, next to Scripture itself, and not only in church but on the radio at home or in the car or even the ones that comes to mind as I go about my daily duties. In times of nervousness or distress, it has calmed me to think through the words of a hymn. And some hymns full of praise to God instruct me and inspire me as well in my praise to Him. “None Like You,” for instance, is one that almost instantly stops my in my tracks and melts my heart in praise.

So today, I am thankful for the gift of hymns.

And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord. Ephesians 5:18-19.

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. Colossians 3:16.