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Christmas

I came willingly.

Born helpless and hunted,

Poor and unknown,

I lived so I might die.

Born to sorrow,

It was my fate,

By choice.

For you, I was beaten.

For you, I bled.

For you, I was hated.

For you and by your hand.

Your evil heart tortured me,

Mocked me,

Murdered me.

For you, I hung,

Disgraced and broken.

For you, I willingly died.
You sing songs about reindeer,

Snowmen and sleighs.

An old man brings you

Your hearts desires.

But does your heart desire me?

Do you remember the baby

Born in the cold,

Born to endure so much

That you might be his friend?
I had no gingerbread,

No candy canes.

Do you decorate those trees for me?

Am I remembered at your feasts?
I don’t desire Christmas lights;

I desire your hearts,

To reflect my light

Into the dark.

Remember why I came,

For human souls,

Not Christmas presents.

Don’t set up a nativity.

Go and be Christ

In the world for me:

My people; my body;

My church; my bride.

Drop the tinsel,

Don’t gorge yourselves,

Forget the red and white…
Remember me.

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Coal

A campfire is a common metaphor for church (or Christian community). A coal represents a lone Christian. If you take the coal out of the fire it will soon grow cold and go out. The lesson is simple: if you are not a part of Christian community, your faith will die. 

Is this true? Didn’t Paul spend years on his own, often shipwrecked or in prison? 

Is this metaphor making a god of community?

If a Christian is a metaphorical coal, doesn’t that coal get its fire from God, the inexhaustible source? Maybe the reason our churches are spiritually dead is that we’re looking to each other to provide the spiritual life that only comes from God. If a burning coal goes to a church full of dead ones, well, wouldn’t it feel a bit chilly? But imagine the difference if every coal brought its own flame.

(This is an idea a friend shared with me; I can’t take credit for it. Kinda love it though.) 

Junkyard – Photo Club Field Trip

I took my son to a “vehicle graveyard” for his first field trip with my Dad’s photo club. He loved it until he got tired of all the mud. (There was a LOT of mud.)

My photos:

 

Some of my kid’s photos:

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Last November

We had some beautiful frost last year. I went out and took some pictures of the trees, but my computer died before I could get them off the camera, and by the time it was fixed I’d kinda moved on to other things. Anyway I found them recently, so here’s a few photos of frosted trees.lr-4768lr-4770lr-4772lr-4773

A Knitting Post!

I think initially I started this to be a craft blog, and I’ve kinda wandered away from that. So for anyone who’s following because you like knitting, here’s a bunch of projects I don’t remember posting.

Dad’s sweater. This was 3 or 4 years ago. It’s the only adult sized sweater I’ve ever made. The sleeves were too long so he just rolls them up. lr-6396

I made a shawl for my step-mom’s 50th birthday summer of 2015.lr-2909

My favourite socks. I want to make lots more. Eventually.lr-3959

A hat and mitts for someone’s baby, a while ago…lr-5283

“Fingerless” mitts for my husband’s friend. I was proud of these ones because I didn’t know how big his hands were, so I made them stretchy so they fit both me and my husband (his hands are way bigger than mine.)lr-5621

A wool scarf I made for myself recently. The colourful wool was from my step-mom for Christmas a few years ago. It’s very soft.lr-9625

Baby mitts and a hat for my friend’s son. This is actually the second pair of mitts because he outgrew the first one, but they look the same.lr-9621lr-9643

And the little cutie modelling his hat for me:lr-9787

Spring – 2016

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I wait all winter for this nonsense. Mainly the pink trees and the lilacs… And then I spend as much time outside as possible because it all fades so fast.

Downtown Prince George – Photo Club Field Trip

I never go to Photo Club except for field trips. I got the email about this one, and I’ve been wanting to wander around downtown with my camera for a while… I got my dad to drive me, because carpooling and I hate going places alone and he’s pretty decent company 😉

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I love graffiti. I stuck with my dad the whole time, he followed me around really… And he scared off a creeper for me. It was pretty good though (and fairly abandoned.)

There’s a few more on flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/97297407@N06/

The Four Loves

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket–safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell. I believe that the most lawless and inordinate loves are less contrary to God’s will than a self-invited and self-protective lovelessness. It is like hiding the talent in a napkin and for much the same reason. ‘I knew thee that thou wert a hard man.’ Christ did not teach and suffer that we might become, even in the natural loves, more careful of our own happiness. If a man is not uncalculating towards the earthly beloveds whom he has seen, he is none the more likely to be so towards God whom he has not. We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should break, so be it.”   -C.S. Lewis

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I love this book. I’ve been reading and re-reading it for years…

As I have loved you, so you must love one another…

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 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” -John 13:34-35

I’ve had the concept of this painting in the back of my mind for a while. The verse came to me recently, and got me contemplating exactly how he loved us.

He died for us of course, that’s fundamental to our faith. “While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8) We think about the physical pain, the beating and tearing of his skin, the blood loss, and the agony of trying to breath while nailed to the cross. And that gives us a picture of an intense and devoted love. How often do we think about the emotional pain he endured at human hands while physically suffering to save us? He was betrayed, and he responded with love. He was abandoned by his closest friends in his darkest hour, and he persevered in loving them, and us, alone. He was mocked, insulted, assaulted, wrongly condemned, handed over to a bloodthirsty mob to be murdered… And he just kept loving them. He could have stopped it at any time and he just kept walking in love to his death on the cross.

And that’s how we’re supposed to love each other…

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