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JESUS, THE PERFECT GIFT

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In a recent devotion I read this Advent season, the author asked us readers to close our eyes and think about a memorable gift we received at Christmas. We were asked to go as far back into our childhood for possible images. While I thought I might remember one, I actually thought of two gifts at different times in my life.

I admit the first gift I thought of was my Barbie Dream House. I would have been about 8 years old or so. It was the first one on the market, green, compared to pink versions that came along later.  The house opened up with walls, and inside she had a living room, bedroom, all the rooms in a home. There were small storage spaces for her accessories. A carry handle allowed me to lug it wherever,  even to a friend’s home where we combined our Barbie accessories for hours of play.

I also remember when I was 11 or 12, my brother Mark bought me a pair of ice skates. He had taken on a paper route that year so he was floating in money! I wore those skates well into my late teens as I was fortunate my feet had stopped growing. I brought them with me to Fowlerville when we moved here in 1989 but sadly, the skating opportunities here weren’t the same as my hometown Saginaw.

Another gift that had a tremendous impact was actually one my father gave to my mom. Her parents both died well before my birth. We had our share of snapshots of them that were stashed away, but dad was able to borrow their formal portraits from a cousin, had them professionally duplicated and gifted them to mom. This was in 1979. By then, I was 25, had my own apartment and to make Christmas special that year, I slept at my childhood home Christmas Eve so I could wake up in the morning as a “little kid” so-to-speak. That Christmas was probably one of my favorites until our children came along, making celebrations through their childhood years fun and memorable. Now we have four grandchildren which absolutely brings about more merriment, laughter, and memories.

Christmas 2025 is but a few days away as I write this. Our home is ready. Decorations have been in place for a couple of weeks. Gifts are wrapped–well, all but a mere few. Chex Mix has been made–and enjoyed–for a week. Almost time for another batch!

As I’ve been out on my errands, I have to admit it’s rather sad there’s not much evidence of Christmas in some of our public spaces. I fear that being politically correct has stripped away former years of beautiful decorations and Christmas music in the background. I’m thankful, though, for the beauty of our downtown streets with lights, garland, and yes–even a tree that has a slight lean. While there’s been those who wondered why the village couldn’t do better, I beg to differ. There’s beauty in imperfection and I think a tree that has a slight lean to its stature is a good reminder we are all imperfect people in one way or another! Afterall, it’s our great imperfections–our sinful lives–that caused God to have a plan of salvation in place to redeem mankind. We need not look too far to realize that our world is ever changing–some for good and much towards evil. 

Furthermore, I think our current world climate exemplifies words spoken from the prophet Isaiah in Chapter 5: “They say that what is right is wrong and what is wrong is right; that black is white and white is black; bitter is sweet and sweet is bitter.” (Living Translation)

It’s my humble opinion that much of our culture is upside down and most of what I call “common sense” has been exchanged for worry over offending someone. While common courtesy and kindness should never be excluded from how we treat others, there is also a responsibility to understand God, His purpose and plan for sending His Son to save all of us. This is why Christmas is important. Although December may not be the actual birth month for Christ’s arrival on earth, we celebrate because He CAME to dwell among us. And, sure, there weren’t Christmas lights, trees, Santas, reindeer–all the trimmings you and I adorn our homes–but there were angels, shepherds, and a star. The latter are now woven into some decor. Some homes even set up nativity scenes, another rarity in our culture as blow up snowmen, santas, elves–even dinosaurs–adorn front lawns.

This Christmas, close your eyes and think about the best gift you ever received. A favorite toy, a pair of skates, precious photographs–those hold special memories for me, yet they pale in comparison to me realizing I was a sinner in need of a saviour. THAT gift, given to me over 2,000 years ago, is mine now. I opened my heart to God’s gift in 1979 and it’s one that isn’t old, remains undamaged, not stored away, but hopefully shines brightly in my life as I live and breathe through each day I’m blessed to be share with family and friends.

Merry Christmas 2025!

SNOW ANGELS, JOY & DELIGHT

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Ah, fresh snow. That’s what I’m enjoying seeing outside my window as flakes large and small fall, making piles on the ground, covering plants that have long died to summer’s heat and beauty. My mind wanders to all the activities that a good snowfall offers, having read on social media last evening that a friend tried snowboarding for the first time which is quite a feat considering she’s now 40. I actually did the same thing at that age, only it was the smaller hill by Torch 180 and admittedly, although it was great fun, I went down quickly on my behind. I haven’t attempted snowboarding since.

When was the last time you made a snow angel? This simple act of artwork in freshly fallen snow is a favorite among children and well, I have a dear friend very close to my ripe age of 72, who keeps the beauty of snow angels alive. We refer to it each winter as “our own personal challenge”. There’s no pressure to get outside to participate, however, we are required to give “proof of life” by snapping a picture and texting it to one another on our phones. How fun is that! 

Lisa and I are both pursuing living the older portion of our lives without losing our inner child joy. Even though getting down on snow covered ground to make our angel is more difficult than our fond childhood years, we do it. We giggle. We feel each other’s pain when it’s time to get up, trying to do so with as much grace as achy and tight joints allow. As much clumsiness is involved, the end result of feeling joy and laughter on an otherwise ordinary wintry day is worth all the struggles within our effort.

Joy and delight. I read those words in my devotion this Wednesday morning after hearing from Lisa. “Hey, have you made your snow angel yet?”  They’re found in Luke Chapter 1 when an “angel of the Lord” visited Zechariah during his priestly duties to announce that he and wife Elizabeth–in their old age!–would welcome a son, commanding him to name the babe John…”he will be a joy and a delight to you”. What a beautiful description and promise! Wouldn’t all of us as parents love to have a personal word spoken over our babies yet to be born? Actually, we do have a way to speak loving and powerful words over our children!

Proverbs 18: 21 is perfect guidance for us…”the tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit”.

I’ve been around some awesome parents who truly encourage and love their children, choosing their words very carefully. Unfortunately, I’ve also witnessed firsthand those who are very harsh with their children, screaming and using obscene language when making minor corrections to behavior. The latter breaks my heart every time. Expanding on the author’s words found in the proverb, later James wrote to us in scripture: “And so blessing and cursing come pouring out of the same mouth. Surely, my brothers and sisters, this is not right”. (New Living Translation)

Snow angels are fun. Messages directly from God’s angel to Zechariah–or anyone for that matter–are powerful and should never be dismissed or go unnoticed.

Zechariah and Elizabeth were old, far beyond childbearing years. But God. There was a plan written long before they were born. From their old age, from their faithful prayers asking for a child, God used their barren years to produce a miracle named John, who indeed brought them much “joy and delight”. More importantly,  John was also considered as “great in the sight of God” and as a man became His messenger who would prepare the Jewish people for the arrival of the Messiah, taking his rightful place announcing the earthly ministry of his cousin, Jesus.

As we think about Christ’s birth that we will celebrate in a couple of weeks, my challenge is this. First, have a little bit of fun and make a snow angel. If you’ve got kids, do it as a family. Second, read about John in Luke chapter 1. Third, be a blessing to your children–and others– by speaking words of “life” and “love” over them every chance you get. 

Words have power. They speak of life, creation, destruction, even death. Jesus’ words brought healing and His teachings show us how to be encouraging and gracious not only to our family but everyone we meet throughout our day. May we all strive to be examples of  “joy and delight” in our homes, workplaces, and community!

FROM SIMPLE TO EVERLASTING

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What does a clothes hanger bent in the shape of a circle and small strips of green and red tissue paper have in common?

Reflecting back on a Christmas season in my fifth grade class, where art projects were created under the guidance of our primary teacher, this particular year Miss McKenzie taught us how to make a simple–and by no means elegant–Christmas wreath. 

I’m pretty sure each one of us kids in her classroom provided our own coat hanger. As was custom in her class, every Friday afternoon was dedicated to art. This meant that when we returned from lunch break, we had about two glorious hours to focus on working with our hands to create art projects that came alive using simple materials.

Making our wreath involved twisting and shaping our wire clothes hanger into a good circle–no wood or plastic ones would host this project! Layers and layers of red and green tissue paper were then gently torn or crudely cut to form strips of paper that we twisted around the wire, pushing each strip close to its neighbor until the entire circle was full. Then, we checked our final work, fluffing and adjusting each strip where necessary. Ribbon to form a bow was provided by our teacher as well, giving our wreath its final touch.

Where did Christmas wreaths originate? If we can trust wikipedia this site says:

The Christmas wreath originated from ancient traditions where circular arrangements of evergreen branches symbolized life and renewal during winter. It became associated with Christmas in the 16th century when Christians in Germany began using wreaths to mark the Advent season, representing eternal life and the promise of Christ’s coming.

One of my daily devotions from this week focused on the words found in Jeremiah 31: 3 where God spoke through this prophet…Long ago the LORD said to Israel: “I have loved you, my people, with an everlasting love. With unfailing love I have drawn you to myself. (New Living Translation)

As I listened to the short reflection from the devotional reader, I learned that our tradition of putting up evergreen trees and hanging a wreath of greens on our front doors symbolizes love and hospitality. In addition, it’s common understanding that a circle is eternal; it has no beginning or ending which depicts God’s love and promises for us perfectly! Evergreen trees represent life, hope, and actually fare well in cold winter months thus reminding us of how our own lives can be resilient under pressures from outward influence and circumstances.

My tissue paper wreath from that long ago year of 1963 is long gone … .I remember taking it home when it was finished and my mom hanging it on our front door. I don’t recall if it survived being packed away with other decor when the holidays ended but I have fond memories that a simply crafted 5th grade art project helped to adorn my childhood home, hopefully letting all who entered know they were welcomed and much loved.

Now, in my own home, we have a beautiful lighted wreath that we display every year. It’s too large for the front door but absolutely beautiful hanging on the front of the house near the living room window. My hope is that passersby enjoy the beauty of its glow in night skies and all who enter our home feel welcomed and loved, enjoying hospitality blanketed under the beauty of the Advent season.

As much as I love having our modern wreath I admit a bit of melancholy emotions rise inside me as I think back how my simple 5th grade tissue paper wreath didn’t survive from year to year, yet as it eventually made its way to being discarded, the memories still linger and fill my heart with great joy.

Kind of what Jeremiah said about God’s love. Everlasting. 

WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THE LEFTOVERS

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Leftovers.

Thanksgiving 2025 is behind us now. Remnants of family dinners together linger in the form of uneaten turkey or other meats, scrapings of mashed potatoes stuck to serving bowls along with other delicious side dishes we all typically enjoy on this holiday that brings family and friends together around food laden tables.

Leftovers. What to do with all the food that didn’t get eaten? Maybe as the host you fill take out containers or zip lock bags with whatever you can pawn off, saving room in your own fridge for the remainder. Or, if waste doesn’t concern you, unused portions are easily tossed in trash bags that will make it to the curb on your next pickup day.

Leftovers create two camps. One, is made up of those who absolutely love having extra food on hand for a few days, thus alleviating the need to prepare fresh meals. The second is folks who don’t enjoy dealing with the quantity of food that leftovers creates, out of sight, out of mind.

Thinking about leftovers has me reflecting on a time in Jesus’ ministry where leftovers didn’t happen because of an ordinary meal. Rather, an ample amount of leftovers actually occurred from two separate miracles involving a mere loaves of bread and two small fish from a day’s catch.

In Matthew 15, he records about the afternoon that Jesus fed 4,000 people, using seven loaves of bread and a few small fish. Before the meal was given to the people, Jesus gave thanks for the provision. Then, the disciples distributed the food.

In Luke 9 he wrote about Jesus feeding 5,000 people using five loaves of bread and two fish. Again, before the meal was given, Jesus gave thanks as He looked up to heaven.

It’s worthy to note that in both scenes, although we are told 4,000 and 5,000 dined, the numbers were most certainly larger as women and children may not have been counted in the attendance figures. Also–and I believe most worthy to note–is that in Matthew’s account we are told the disciples filled seven baskets with leftovers. In Luke’s account, the guys filled 12 baskets.

Leftovers. Only these were of a different variety than the turkey carcasses and mashed potatoes scrapings we manage today. These leftovers had been blessed by the Master’s own hands and although considered as remainders of a meal, all words of thanksgiving and blessing lingered in permanency.

I find–in curiosity and amazement as I read these accounts–that Jesus not only fed hungry bellies, He allowed there to be leftovers. I have to ask myself “why”? What was His purpose?

I think He did this to extend the astonishment of the miracle. I also think He was continuing to show His disciples the level of power He possessed to turn ordinary things into something of great benefit. In these circumstances, He and the disciples were faced with thousands of hungry families and by using a very small amount of food–insurmountable odds by human measure–He satisfied empty stomachs and opened spiritually empty hearts and eyes to the glory and wonder of God!

Digging deeper into the meaning of our 7 and 12 baskets of leftovers has significance, too. In Hebrew the number 7 represents completion, perfection, and divine intervention. The number 12 refers to a perfect government. God established 12 tribes in Israel. The gates and foundations of the New Jerusalem number as 12, and Jesus chose 12 disciples which revealed the rule and authority of Himself.

Pretty interesting leftovers. Even in what may be considered as food suitable for a takeout container or filling a trash bag by today’s measure, Jesus used the opportunity to teach further lessons beyond the mere satisfaction of a full belly.

Another interesting phrase–and don’t miss this–as Jesus took the bread to feed the multitudes, along with giving thanks He “broke” it while praying. Where do we see this again in His ministry? At the last supper with His disciples. “He took bread, gave thanks, and broke it….”

What do you think went through their minds as He spoke these words during a passover meal with them? Do you think they had an a-ha moment? Hey, remember when He did the same thing a short while back with some bread and fish? Human nature tells me they most certainly recalled those miracles. Were they able to also remember when Jesus described Himself “as the bread of life”?

Certainly, they would face a near future reality that His body would literally be “broken” as He hung on a Roman cross.

Leftovers. I hope you won’t think of them the same way anymore. I hope you’ll fill takeout containers with excess food and share with someone who needs a bit extra between paychecks. When you sit down to a meal, I hope you remember to first give thanks. You don’t necessarily need to “look up to heaven”, although it’d be a beautiful act of worship if you did, but assuming a posture of gratitude for provision and abundance reflects a satisfied heart. And a full belly.

YES, I’M WAITING FOR SNOW

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This past week I was faced with a gentle tease from nature–a forecast of snow–possibly accumulation of three inches. I got excited. I began fixing my eyes upward as I gazed at gray clouds covering overhead skies. As temperatures stayed steady, a few wet drops hit the windshield of the car as we drove home from getting haircuts. In the course of the next few hours I accepted disappointment that any hopes for any significant snow fall were not part of my Tuesday this past week. 

I live among family and friends who have created a great divide regarding snow. I have loved ones who grumble about snow because of its impact on driving conditions. I have grandchildren who are excited to don snowpants and boots to play outside in its freshness, hoping to build snowmen, maybe even help parents clear driveway and sidewalks. I have friends who can’t mention snow in the same sentence using the word happy. I get it. I understand both sides. Yet, in my determination to keep the peace, admittedly I’m taking up my annual position waiting for snow and reveling in how the beauty of it makes me feel inside and out! Like football fans who banter who’s the better team–MSU or U of M–I am unapologetic regarding my love for snow!

Sitting here in mid November feels like a tease. Halloween is behind us and our next expected holiday is Thanksgiving. Fall decor which includes pumpkins, ghosts, witches, corn stalks, etc. usher in a few Thanksgiving decorations–cornucopias, wreaths fashioned from fall leaves, figurines of pilgrims on tables still laden with pumpkins. And, to my surprise, some homes are already decorating with Christmas lights and other holiday decor. Personally, I have always thought putting up Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving didn’t give this day of gratitude proper observance, but then, I’m only in charge of my own choices, not my neighbors or anyone else for that matter. As a matter of fact, I’ve had conversations with a few people who took advantage of our unusually warm weather a few weeks ago to hang Christmas lights. Doing that chore under sunshine’s warmth certainly makes that job go easier and faster. You get no argument from me for making that decision!

Other teases I’m experiencing–telling me that Christmas is approaching–are increased ads on programs we’re watching. The number of fragrance ads are up. It’s fun to watch and listen to how each new fragrance is described. Because it’s impossible to actually “smell” what’s in the beautifully  fashioned bottle, we are teased with a very handsome man or gorgeous woman trying to convince us against backdrops of music and cleverly designed scenery the advantage for purchasing a new heavenly scent, guaranteed to enhance one’s romantic life!

Then, there’s some of our major stores that have begun incorporating Christmas shopping into their ads, too. There’s the familiar Target logo popping up now. And WalMart’s logo, too. Soon Macy’s will join the ongoing ad streams that interrupt favorite programming. Radio stations will most certainly begin playing Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving. Afterall, all the Black Friday shoppers need help getting in the mood, right? As if an avid shopper needs any outward stimulus other than a “good deal” to hit open stores at 5 am….a practice I have nor ever intend to participate in as I’m not drawn to that sort of chaos. Again, each to his own.

I like gentle teasing, knowing when temperatures drop and more gray filled skies fill the calendar versus sunshine and puffy clouds against blue hues take over November. I’m that person who loved winter as a child, now as an adult who still embraces the beauty of snow, knowing I can dress according to temperatures if wandering outside, or cozying up inside our home with a mug of hot tea or chocolate. There’s something warm and endearing about being under a comfortable lap cover, hands wrapped around a hot mug. For me, one of winter’s happy places is merely that–a cozy chair, warm blanket, a hot beverage–and in my case, I guarantee that mug will have a snowman on it. My favorite place in our home is by the large window in our living room where I can watch snow fall, when those days of merely teasing me actually turn into action and accumulation.

So, mugs are ready. Cupboards are stocked with a variety of beverages. My chair and blanket are always ready. The gentle teasing of the first snow can come anytime now, only make it the real deal please. I’m ready! I’m also ready to be sympathetic to those who are less excited for snow. I can’t change how you feel about the splendor and beauty of each snowflake, but I’ll gladly share a mug of hot chocolate or coffee with you in my warm home as we discuss pros and cons.  

As I wait for my first snow day, I’d like to bid you to enjoy a wonderful Thanksgiving, one that is surrounded by loved ones under a warm blanket of love, laughter, and above all–gratitude for every good gift given to us from a generous God who provides and protects!

CAN YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH?

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One of my favorite sayings is “there’s three sides to the truth, my version, the other person’s perspective, and that of God”. Especially when actively listening to two different people describing a problem (think marital discord) there’s “her side”, “his side” and then the absolute truth–”God’s side”. Because I believe that He is an all knowing God, sifting out truth in the course of resolving conflict can be tricky. Which leads me to my own slight disdain at popular phrases that have popped  up in our culture which steer people completely away from God’s truth.

Here’s a few examples of words that sound good, tickle ears and totally distort who God is and what He desires for us.

“God loves you and accepts you as you are”. While the basic truth IS that He DOES love and accept you, He also calls us out of sinful activities into pursuing a heart of repentance. The simple truth of the matter is that God loves us TOO much to allow us to live in ways that dishonor Him. In my reading this week, I found evidence of this desire in 1 Peter 4 where Peter’s words to early Christians he was writing to reminded them “you have spent enough time in the past doing what pagans choose–living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing and detestable idolatry. Remember, early Christians were living in Roman culture which embraced every activity listed above. Furthermore, Peter reminded his readers that although man would judge all behavior done in the body, it will be God who judges the soul.

“Follow your heart”. These three words are very dangerous. The prophet Jeremiah warned us with these powerful words “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?”  We need look no further than King David who actually serves as a very good example of following his own heart. He lusted after another man’s wife, took her as a lover and later as wife, had her husband killed in battle to cover up a pregnancy. By human standards David should not have been elevated as King or described as “having a heart after God”. But–David came to a place of deep regret and repentance. Assuming humility did not save him from consequences–one of which was the death of a son–yet, God loved him enough to continue pouring into his life in order to be the leader over God’s people. Often–without sounding trite–God’s ways don’t match ours–but that’s why He’s the final authority and we in our selfish desires are not.

“Good people go to heaven”. By nature, we humans don’t like suffering. Pain and trials that crush hopes and dreams are too much to bear at times. We want comfortable lives and we’ll do anything sometimes to achieve harmony and success. Along the way of chasing “the good life” many through countless generations have pushed God aside, filling empty hearts and longing emotions with all the world offers–success, status, wealth, relationships that don’t last, drugs, alcohol, pornography, over spending, fighting to maintain position in a “dog eat dog culture” that doesn’t include God. Then, at the end of life, when last breaths are taken and loved ones surround a casket or urn, we hear “he’s in a better place….”

Paul, who wrote the book of Romans, is quite clear when he wrote that …”for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”. Ruminate for a moment on that tiny word “all”. What does it mean? All means all. Not a few, not some, not those who are special or excused. All. 

So, quite honestly it all means your loving grandmother who never said a harsh word her entire life, but never spoke of God as having a relationship with Him. She didn’t need to attend church. She didn’t need God telling her how to live. Someone she believed that by being “good” she would go to heaven.

Compare her to the most evil person you can think of. Who came to mind? Hitler? Stalin? Ted Bundy? Jeffrey Dahmer? Those four men are included in our tiny word “all”. By human standards which measure their respective atrocities they should certainly be excluded from God’s mercy and gift of eternal life in heaven, right?

Here’s the complexity of those who go to heaven and those who don’t. Even though bible writings are pretty clear about this topic, it boils down to God’s judgement and a person’s actions  when taking final breaths. Personally, I don’t have any resources telling me what Hitler and Stalin decided on their death beds. However, I’m old enough to remember the horrific deeds done by Bundy and Dahmer and while inexcusable, both men chose to repent of their sins and came into relationship with Christ. In Dahmer’s case a man named Roy Ratcliff ministered to him while incarcerated. Ratcliff met with Dahmer, teaching him scripture, baptizing him while in prison. Dahmer was later murdered by another inmate which doesn’t justify any wrongs by any sense of the word. 

So, should we excuse people’s choices and behaviors simply because “that’s who they are?”

Should we risk following sinful hearts to satisfy sins of the mind and flesh because we don’t want to live surrendered to an almighty God?

Can we understand the complexity of life and death–knowing that none of us are “getting out of here alive” is reality, and that there are two places of eternal rest. One has been prepared for we who embrace Christ’s sufferings on the cross as payment for ALL sins. It’s called heaven. The other–a place of total separation from God–commonly called hell is a second reality. The latter is not a place I wish on anyone, no matter their level of depravity or outright rejection of all that is good…God’s deep abiding love for everyone to not perish.

I leave you with these beautiful words penned by Peter: “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy He has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade–kept in heaven for you…”

Be careful what you take as absolute truth. Be mindful of careless living. Be aware that God’s salvation is for everyone, but it’s not an automatic gift He gives. It’s a partnership He’s waiting to establish with you between Him and His Son, Jesus Christ. 

Maybe we all could learn something from Roy Ratcliff, too, be willing and available to minister God’s truth to those we often prefer to “judge” according to the sins of their bodies, forgetting that there’s a “soul” inside that will is bound for one of two resting places.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations”. (Jeremiah 1:5)

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“For He chose us in Him before the world to be holy and blameless in His sight.” (Ephesians 1:4)

Two very profound statements about a person’s importance in God’s eyes are contained in these two verses. There’s plenty of others in both the Old and New Testaments that describe how God views and cherishes us as well as giving us purpose and value that stand out from things that perish. In my current study time which is camped out in 1 Peter I’m learning that because of my relationship with Christ I have an inheritance that “can never perish, spoil or fade.” Furthermore, my salvation cannot be destroyed; it was purchased (redeemed!) by the imperishable Christ’s blood shed on a cross. Talk about a WOW factor!

Today, my typical day to sit and write is Wednesday. It also happens to be my 72nd birthday. I honestly have a hard time assigning a larger number to my life with each passing birthday because even with a few aches and pains, reduction in complete flexibility of limbs at times my mind still thinks like a young adult. Celebrating another year of life–which is a true gift–also allows me to reflect back on my life. Many memories flood back, mostly very wonderful, others bittersweet.

Born as the last of three children to my parents, coming home to two older brothers, I rounded out the family they had dreamed of creating in the aftermath of World War II and the Korean Conflict which saw dad serving in the U.S. Navy. After living in their first house, land was purchased where dad built the family home I grew up in and upon completion in 1954 I took my first steps as a toddler.

My entry into our world was a whirlwind. I still smile as I remember hearing how mom told dad “it’s time…” and he didn’t fully believe her. His hesitancy to drive her to Saginaw General Hospital resulted in my arrival 13 minutes after getting there. It’s a screenplay my mom didn’t enjoy watching or experiencing over and over again but she wasn’t mean spirited about my birth event, merely sharing the reality she endured of a hard fast delivery!

My birthday–though very much a joyful event–was also bathed in sadness. I dmy arrival with the departure of an older cousin who lost her battle to polio. This is a disease myself and many other parents have not had to fear because of wonderful medical breakthroughs which gave us a vaccine. Thankfully, my uncle and aunt, who lost their oldest daughter, embraced me with incredible love and their home became a favorite place to spend summer days playing with my other two cousins who came along after their sister’s death.

My life also causes me to reflect on my origins. When the 23and Me DNA testing came along as a way to discover one’s ancestral roots, I sent for the kit. I’ve always been curious about who I am and where I came from. Well, my DNA revealed no great surprises. I’m mostly Northern European with a little bit of Irish and French sprinkled in. The research showed my origin back to the Balkans as far as the 1600s. From there my long gone ancestors’ journeys will forever remain a mystery until hearing how mom’s parents came to America in the early 1900s, their past lives shrouded in many unknowns, too. Dad’s folks have been traced back to the 1700s with names written in the Jewell Family Bible. Woven in the mysteries of their lives is one important thread–the brilliant color of Christian faith which began “somewhere” and was adopted with each subsequent generation on both sides of my family.

The world has changed immensely since November 5, 1953 to the one of 2025 as I sit here. I admit what I see and hear coming from news outlets doesn’t give me much hope in mankind–but God! Our world is broken. It has been since Adam and Eve ate forbidden fruit. But, God in His mercy, had a plan in place before He laid the foundations of the earth! We read in 1 Peter 1: 24 which quotes the prophet Isaiah: “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever”.

One day I will join my loved ones in heaven who have gone before me. But, for now, I will celebrate being 72 and living life covered in great love and affection from my Creator, Who knew me before He created all that we know and call our “world”. I’ll try to wrap my mind around the mystical and imperishable ways of God…smiling about how I “arrived” here while rejoicing about “where I’m headed” as I continue living wrapped in God’s abundant promises!

WHAT’S TUCKED AWAY IN YOUR PANTRY?

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“For the Lord takes delight in His people; He crowns the humble with victory”. (Psalm 149: 4)

I’ve been thinking a lot about pride and humility often the past several days, especially as I continue to take in current events around the globe and in our nation. It seems strife and evil are prevailing in countries far away and close to home, too. Thinking or dwelling on what headlines are telling me is overwhelming, yet I don’t want to ignore the seriousness of any upheavals. So, although I am only one person, I find solace in praying for peace, asking God to intervene to protect the innocents, and raising up leaders of nations who are willing to lead in humility versus pride fed by egos and selfish ambition. Honestly, I think that’s a very tall order to hope for but I know all things are possible with God. But, writing about the woes of our world isn’t my focal point today. Setting that aside I want to visit a sweet memory belonging to my Grandma Jewell who often exemplified humility .

Imagine that you’re living on a small family farm during the depression years and waste–especially regarding food–was something as a homemaker you gave careful attention to avoiding. Tending your garden of vegetables, nurturing berry bushes you grew or foraging in nearby woods, you created jams, jellies, canned vegetables in a root cellar. Jars of mincemeat lined shelves waiting to layer between pie crusts.  Maybe your family owned one or two cows for milking from which you churned your own butter from the luscious cream. You realized, however, that although pantry foods will help get you through another year feeding a growing family of 11 children, the cows may stop producing in harsh winter months, the barn too cold for them I’ve been told. Your source for butter has run out, causing you to find alternative spreads for morning toast or evening’s biscuits.

Dad told me years ago the family entertained a male guest one evening. He joined them for supper. I don’t remember what grandma served–probably chicken from one of the farm’s donors–vegetables from her pantry, potatoes from the root cellar and either homemade bread or biscuits. But she didn’t have any butter. She knew she had a huge bowl of pumpkin butter in the pantry, but she was too embarrassed to include it in the meal.

Polite dinner conversation filled her kitchen and as the evening progressed everyone began sharing memories and favorite things they liked. Lo and behold “Mr. Dinner Guest” declared “you know what I have missed for a LONG time?–pumpkin butter! Haven’t had it in years”. That’s all it took for a loving memory to push aside grandma’s fears and shame of not being able to offer her guest proper “butter”….dad said she stood up and in her well known sweet voice said “well, you just wait now, I’ll be right back”. She returned with her huge bowl of homemade pumpkin butter and set it smack dab in front of her house guest, beaming with joy as fearful pride faded from her spirit, now turned into a gesture of humility, giving way to delight this man’s tastebud memory!

I’m pretty sure the pumpkin she used to make the butter came from her own garden patch or maybe from a neighbor. It doesn’t really matter. Her ability to make the spread came from years of being frugal and creativity preparing meals for the family. The bounty she was able to collect from foraging, growing, and collecting were covered in prayers, too,  that often lasted into nighttime hours when her family was fast asleep.

I’ve never made pumpkin butter but I think I’ll give it a try. The ingredients aren’t too difficult to gather. I won’t have to forage for them. I actually have pumpkin in my freezer that I cooked and froze last fall. When I get around to making a batch, I will imagine my grandmother making hers–did she still have her wood stove at the time of this story? Did she save the seeds from the fruit of her pumpkins and roast them? Something tells me she did. Because grandma didn’t waste anything that could feed her family…or an evening houseguest the Lord knew she needed for reassurance there’s no shame when the cows aren’t producing the milk you rely on for regular butter.

TAKE OUT THE TRASH!

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My husband and I have been watching an older series on television written and produced to showcase individuals who have adopted living a “hoarder” lifestyle. If you’re not familiar with the term it basically means folks who have created stockpiles of stuff either in their yards or inside homes. In most cases, any space on their property has become a place to stash and store their possessions. There’s a variety of styles that are used to accumulate the “stuff”…there’s the people who pick through someone else’s junk on trash day, purchases of new merchandise at stores or a thrift shop, an inability to throw out old items including daily common trash created from cooking meals, etc. Some of the episodes we’ve watched have revealed some pretty disgusting living conditions pertaining to rodent and insect infestation, unusable bathroom facilities, rotting floors, walls and ceilings from lack of proper maintenance.

As a viewer who is outside the situation it’s been easy to get frustrated and angry trying to comprehend how a person can get swallowed up by a hoarding lifestyle. My own frustrations are often echoed by family members, therapists and cleanup crews who are brought in to help a homeowner declutter property and home in order to rebuild habits that lead to a new healthy living environment. Usually the allotted time devoted to each project is 3-4 days, all intense work as rooms are unpacked, sorted for trash or possible donations.

We watch as the “hoarder” begins the cleanup journey with 100% enthusiasm, fully cooperating as their “treasures” begin to get packed, tossed into trash bags which pile up dumpster after dumpster. I think the worst case I’ve watched so far is that of an elderly woman who lived in a mansion and I kid you not–every room was packed full of stuff she had collected. Some of it began as a home business as an interior decorator but over time a shift in her brain caused a need to buy, buy some more, and never throw anything away.

We’ve also noted that in each person’s life chronicled in this series, some form of trauma in their life altered their behavior. Folks with normal common sense for daily living slowly adopted over buying, over keeping, not cleaning their home with regular routines only to find themselves surrounded, held captive in mountains of “stuff”. Sadly, their mental health challenge blinded them from unhealthy living conditions until an intervention was initiated by family and friends. By day 2 or 3 of the cleanup, cooperation is usually exchanged for denial, anger, and bartering to keep useless “stuff”. It’s sad.

As I’ve watched each episode I’ve witnessed how a therapist works with the “hoarder” to find the source of trauma, address it, and begin to gently admonish and teach new thought patterns to change their brains. I’m not sure if anything is scripted or if what we’re watching is pure raw conversations, but it’s very enlightening how trauma or believing a lie causes hoarding behavior in people.

Likewise, in the Body of Christ–those of us who follow Christ and meet together weekly in our church settings–bring a vast variety of hurts and habits with us. Together, we’re a hot mess. Some of our behavior was our own fault, others fall into the category of “sin against us”. In either case, Christ offers hope.

 “The one who does what is sinful is of the devil, because the devil has been sinning from the beginning. The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the devil’s work.” (1 John 3:8)

Furthermore, in Mark we read more about why Christ came: “ When Jesus heard this, he told them, “It is not those who are well who need a doctor, but those who are sick. I didn’t come to call the righteous, but sinners.”. (Mark 2:17)

In our ministry at Celebrate Recovery we deal with hurts, habits and hangups. We come alongside men and women who have lived lives filled with trauma. Unlike a TV program produced for educating and exposing a person’s hoarding lifestyle, we minister with Christ’s love and scriptures to reset brain patterns, launch healthy spiritual growth, and “cleanup” emotional baggage that has held people captive instead of living a life of freedom available through Christ. Unfortunately, the work in Celebrate Recovery is not limited to 3-4 days, but rather can take a lifetime of consistent hard work laying aside stinkin’ thinkin’ and giving full surrender to Jesus Christ as the only higher power to bring change, renewal, and hope!

So, does your life reflect that of a hoarder? Is there a deep hurt or a nasty habit holding you captive? At Celebrate Recovery we’d love to introduce the 12 step process that unlocks the door to your cell. We meet every Tuesday, 7 pm at Fowlerville United Brethren in Christ Church. For more information, call 517.223.9490.

What do you have to lose if you step out of your misery to seek a better way? Probably tons of unwanted “stuff”! 

PUMPKIN SPICE OR APPLE?

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Ah, the arrival of October, and with it panoramas of leaves changing color before falling to the ground as their annual life cycle enters winter’s rest…temperatures begin to cool as we say goodbye to long days under sunshine…football and soccer games highlight our weekends…and a favorite of mine–trips to orchards to purchase apples!

The beauty of fall also has birthed a lighthearted debate popular on social medial–are you a “pumpkin spice or apple kind of person?” Billboards for our prime coffee shops lure us with extravagant flavors that reflect our love for “everything pumpkin, apple, etc.” Recently I saw a billboard featuring a new beverage with maple syrup as part of the mixings. Yum. Now there’s a third flavor in the competition!

So, which flavor is your “go-to”? If I had to choose one–pumpkin or apple–I honestly could not. I asked this poll question in a group of children and adults in church and to my delight several folks answered “it depends on what we’re talking about”, meaning is it in a beverage? A bread? A pie? That’s my position, too. If it’s a beverage, I lean towards pumpkin spice. If it’s a pie, I prefer homemade apple. Both satisfy my taste buds as I enjoy the bounty of fall harvests.

“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.” (Psalm 34: 8) 

Blessed. It’s a common word used in Judeo Christian conversations. I learned this past week that the Hebrew word for “blessed” expands to mean “divine favor” and “joy fulfilled”. These gifts come from a divine being who is God. For the Jews He is the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob. For Christians He is the triune God–God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. 

“The one” who is blessed are those “who take refuge in Him”. By refuge the psalmist means “a shelter or place of protection”. Seeking refuge creates images in my mind as a need to run from stormy circumstances to find a safe place until trouble passes.

We all face trouble in our lives, some more harsh than others. What’s beautiful about God is no matter what we are facing, He offers us a safe place in the shelter of His arms…under the shadow of His wings. A common Psalm–number 23–is one often read at funerals for our loved ones. Simply put, this psalm tells us that God cares for us, He meets our needs ahead of time, and we can find quiet rest in His arms. 

Pumpkin spice or apple. Restlessness or rest. Worry or confidence. These and more are worthwhile choices to ponder. Life is full of choices–some that are fun and create light memories–while others more serious decide the path we will follow. I think that Psalm 1 gives us important insight as to which path God desires for us: “Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night.”

Do you need to know more about God? I’m always available to chat with you about a relationship with Him. You can email me at celebraterecovery@gmail.com. We can chat over anything pumpkin spice or apple….your choice, I’ll buy.