Monday, December 31, 2007

In which the top 10 moments of 2007 are revealed

Time for my annual news round-up of my defining moments this year...
1. Everything Anne. What a year of change for my wee girl. We started off the year with a 4 month old and are ending with a 16 month old. That's a big change from a small baby, barely interacting to a busy, talkative toddler. She cut teeth, learned to eat solid foods, stopped breastfeeding so much (we're down to just one feeding a day, at bedtime....boo hoo!), learned to crawl, learned to sit-up, learned to walk, learned to run, learned to talk, learned to swim. She is simply a blessing and a joy to us but where has the time gone?
2. The loss of another baby. It's been just a few weeks but I think it's safe to say that this may be the item I remember most from this year. I do trust God. I have to. I have nothing else right now. I've heard before that when you lose a child, whether it's prior to birth or afterwards, that your child waits for you in heaven and that your family will be redeemed. I know that's not in the Bible but it feels like something God would do. I don't understand. It feels sometimes like this type of loss creates a sense of "otherness". I was unprepared for how devastating miscarriage could be with our first two years ago. Now that we're walking this road again, I am more prepared. But still, since it's our second miscarriage, I have a lot of unanswered questions - most of them beginning with "why?". Unless someone has experienced it, they can't understand. We feel so separate as we mourn. No one else really knew this baby but me because I was carrying her. We had names chosen. We were so excited for Anne to have a sibling. It felt...so perfect. And then it was over.
3. Buying our condo. We love our neighbourhood and it's worth being in a smaller apartment. Being homeowners again has been nice as well. The whole experience was great. I hate moving (we've moved 3 times in as many years, which doesn't count the 5-6 moves prior to that - too much for our short marriage!) so i've sworn Brian to keeping me here for at least 3 years. We love our home.

4. I don't consider going back to work a highlight, but I have to say that I like my company, my boss and my job quite a bit. This is a great place to work with exceptional values. They are incredibly family friendly and I am allowed a lot of lassitude in my daily work. I am even being allowed to go to a 4-day work week in January so that I can be home with Anne more. If one has to work (which this one does), I couldn't ask for anything better.
5. Falling back in love with poetry. I've spent a lot of years writing poetry and reading it, but for the past few years, I've almost exclusively read literature. I even added some non-fiction stuff to the mix - theology, church matters, spiritual living etc. But I fell back in love with poetry again this year after going to a poetry reading by Luci Shaw. I began to collect all of her works and then began redisovering old favourites and finding new voices. It's been lovely and beautiful and restorative.
6. Becoming more involved at our church. We envisioned ourselves being at a church that looks a lot like what we want to plant. But after 8 months of looking for a church, we came to the conclusion that it didn't exist. So then we smartened up and asked God "Which church?" And so here we are. I heard the voice of God say "Be diligent and wait." Great. I love that answer. We love our pastors. They are very humble and kind. Our pastor's wife especially is such an inspiration to me. She is a pastor alongside her husband but in her gifts. She strikes me as one of the few people I've ever met that isn't trying to be nice or trying to love people - she really is loving and kind and respectful and friendly. So it's a privilege to serve their vision and learn from them in this small way.

7. Learning to define our vision for church-planting a bit more. We aren't sure when we're going to starting a church, we just know that we will - sooner or later (10 months? 10 years? Who knows.). We don't know if we'll be in full-time ministry somewhere else for a few more years, learning and studying and being mentored or just work and volunteer while we wait or if we'll just launch out in the fall. But we do know a bit more about what we want to be and what we don't. Things like: We see a church in the community. Rather than driving 20-30 minutes to church, we see ourselves living in the community where we minister. Our kids going to school (public) with their kids. Shopping at the same grocery stores. Hanging out at the park instead of the backyard. Coaching football (Brian) and doing field trips with the school. We see ourselves being a part of a community and our church being a cornerstone of that community. We see God being worshipped every day in the lives of people. We see a community of people that make space for God in their worlds. We see teaching that sees people as intelligent and wise, deeply spiritual and craving God. Rather than "dumbing-down" or seeking to be "relevant", we believe that the Gospel is in itself relevant and life changing. We see a place for the artists - the poets, the actors, the singers, the songwriters, the painters, the photographers, the writers - to worship God with their gifts and be welcomed. We see an inclusive leadership structure. We have never subscribed to the idea that "they are dumb, smelly sheep" and we are the wise, all-powerful Shepherd (last time we checked, Jesus was the Shepherd). We have never believed that we, as leaders, somehow have the market cornered on hearing from God. We see a truthful, accountable and transparent leadership that values the community of faith as ministers of the Gospel in their worlds. We see a community that values who you are rather than how you behave. We see a community more concerned with your transformation than your "right behaviour". We see our church making space for God in each of our individual lives and in our lives as a community of faith.

8. The loss of my Granny and the rediscovery of family. In particular, spending time at Easter with Nellie just three weeks before she died was a beautiful experience for us all. We've always been close and I loved her fiercely, for all her faults. And of course, we spent lots of time in Saskatchewan this year as a result. I love my family. Even though there is some tension and anger on some sides and the dynamics are occasionally filled with bitterness, I rediscovered in particular, just how much I like my cousins. (I continue to pray for reconciliation for those relationships around us but neither am I wasting in despair over it. It is what it is.) Meanwhile, through the miracle of Facebook, I've become reacquainted with cousins on both sides of the family and realised how much I both love and like them. Anyway, I like being with my extended family. It makes me feel part of a larger story. It makes me feel like there is a huge safety net for us of people that know who we really are and love us. It makes me feel more connected to, not only my past, but to the past of my entire family, the history we have together. It's sad and messy and bitter and lovely and beloved. God has done great things for us all.
9. Learning the unforced rhythms of grace. In short, to slow down and enjoy life in the journey a bit more. I I think I'm learning to switch off my overachieving freak tendencies and walk a bit more slowly, holding my daughter's hand. Looking at things I haven't seen in years. Seeing beauty and newness through her eyes. Learning to enjoy the moment. See God in the process and the journey rather than just the destination. I thought I had learned this lesson years ago when we first entered pastoring. But I'm learning it again. And I'm sure I'll learn it again later.
10. Getting my nose pierced. I'd wanted a nose ring for about 4-5 years but just couldn't screw up the courage. I wasn't afraid of the pain at all (I have a tattoo already) but of the response. I was worried about what people would say and about what people would think. Finally, I just did it. And I love it.
Other highlights:
- Celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary together.
- Getting contact lenses. It sounds like it's not a big deal but for me, it was. I've worn glasses since I was 11 (nearly 17 years!). Over the past 5 years or so, i started to hide behind them. I had put on some weight and so I felt homely. It was easy to see my glasses as a mask of sorts. So when I put on contact lenses, I felt positively naked. I had to learn to just be myself...out there...for all the world to see. Suddenly not being the "red head with the glasses" meant I had to just be me. Odd, I know.
- The passing of Jake the Dog. My sister had to put her 16-year-old miniature schnauzer to sleep in January. It was a sad time.
- But...in July we welcomed their new little puppy, Heidi, to the family. Anne in particular simply loves Heidi. She learned to say "Heidi" and "Puppy" pretty darn quick. They cavort together and seem to be the best of friends. It's nice that they got a dog to take the pressure off of us. We are not dog people at all and so this will hopefully fill the "dog-space" that evidently my child has been born with. (Why anyone with children wants another thing that eats, poops and destroys things is positively beyond me...).
- Many lazy days of maternity leave. I enjoyed my year off so much. We spent days and days outside, particularly in the summer months. Just laying around in my bathing suits, going to the lake, eating fruit from stands on the side of the road - it was simply magical. I was made for "stay-at-home-mummy" life. I can't wait to do it again for a year.
- The discovery that I am not alone in my issues with shorts. I wrote a post about my shorts and it was seriously the entry that received the most hits and comments. Go figure.
- Becoming a lot more passionate about some political issues such as healthcare, war etc. We've always been a really engaged family, politically, but we have become rather passionate about some items in particular lately. Brian has astounded more than a few Americans with his diatribes about the importance of social medicine and the need for a consistent pro-life ethic.
- 2 trips to Omaha this year. We had a lovely reunion with a bunch of friends of university at Ryan's wedding. We celebrated first birthdays. We had Christmas. Great to see Brian's family and our friends.
- Lots of good books.
Looking forward to 2008 though.


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Thursday, December 27, 2007

In which we are Christmas-ing

Merry Christmas from Omaha!

We are winding down our holiday to visit Brian's family in The Big O (just try to say that without snickering...). We flew down on Monday - yes, we flew on Christmas Eve...brave of us, I know. We had no issues with our flights - for once - and arrived around 3 o'clock local time. Of course, we were up at 4 in the morning which meant that Anne was utterly exhausted. We then had to wrap our gifts in a flurry for opening gifts on Xmas Eve as my BIL had to work on Xmas Day. So we wrapped everything (you can't wrap gifts when you are flying internationally) downstairs in record time and then galloped upstairs to rip into a few presents.

I missed our usual Christmas Eve candlelight service. I've noticed not a lot of USA churches do this but we always do it. We didn't do church at all over Christmas which bugs me but what are you going to do?

We had a quiet Christmas Day with a late meal of ham etc. We opened gifts and just hung out.

Last night, Brian and I had a "date night" which was quite nice. We went to a restaurant that we've missed since leaving the USA called P.F. Chang's. It's kind of an Asian bistro. We closed the place down, just holding hands, talking and eating fabulous food. Just hit the spot - both the debriefing and the food! We had a "shopping day" today as there were a few stores I simply had to visit while in the States like Target and Bath & Body Works. We also got our Christmas gift for each other - a new digital camera. Quite happy with it and it's so much cheaper here. It is amazing how much more selection and how much cheaper everything is in the States even though our dollar is worth more. Go figure.

Unfortunately, Anne is not feeling well (she has a fever) so I am home alone right now. I nursed her to sleep and everyone else is at my SILs house, playing cards. I am thankful for the alone time to be honest. I need some quiet time on trips like this.

We head home tomorrow. Unfortunately, we have all late flights, so we won't be home until after midnight pacific time (which is 2 AM Central Time...where we've been for the past week!). Not looking forward to that at all but I am looking forward to being home.

 

I'm still not doing "great". I am getting through the festivities but my heart is still very heavy. I feel rather empty and tired, vascillating between faith and despair. I long for our wee girl that we lost as well as the son we lost in 2005. We have decided to name them so are working through that now as well. It's hard sometimes to "fake it" but it's necessary.

 

 

 

 


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Friday, December 21, 2007

In which I share my evening ahead

Wee girl sleeping blissfully in her footie jammies? Check.

Bowl of buttered popcorn? Check.

Beautiful movie "Away From Her"? Check.

Fireplace roaring? Check.

Yoga pants and turtleneck? Check.

Bottle of pinot? Check?

Perfect evening ahead? Absolutely.


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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

In which I share Mary's song

Mary's Song
From "Accompanied by Angels: Poems of the Incarnation"
By Luci Shaw
Blue homespun and the bend of my breast
keep warm this small hot naked star
fallen to my arms. (Rest...
you who have had so far to come.)
Now nearness satisfies
the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies
whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps
whose eyelids have not closed before.
His breath (so slight it seems
no breath at all) once ruffled the dark deeps
to sprout a world. Charmed by doves' voices,
the whisper of straw, he dreams,
hearing no music from his other spheres.
Breath, mouth, ears, eyes,
he is curtailed who overflowed all skies,
all years. Older than eternity, now he
is new. Now native to earth as I am, nailed
to my poor planet, caught
that I might be free, blind in my womb
to know my darkness ended,
brought to this birthy for me to be new-born,
and for him to see me mended,
I must see him torn.

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Monday, December 17, 2007

In which I wish I had a river I could skate away on

Some of you were aware of this. Others, we hadn't told yet.

Brian and I were pregnant again. We were due on 19 July 2008. We had planned this baby and were so excited. We were 9 weeks pregnant.

Unfortunately, we miscarried the wee one on Friday night at about 8:30. The experience itself was... easier (wrong word) than our first one. I bled heavily but the pain wasn't as sharp. I did manage to save the wee baby and so we wrapped it up and then lost our minds together.

After a while, we called my sister to come and watch Anne while we went to emergency to make sure all was well. My sister came over and just held me. My mum and dad drove all the way here to wait for us to come home from the hospital. They wept with us. It felt good to have them here as we had weathered our miscarriage in Texas all alone.

Brian has been so supportive but he's broken-hearted. He disappeared at one point and when I found him, he was standing in Anne's darkend bedroom with the baby (wrapped in a tea towel), just weeping like his heart was breaking. She woke up and immediately reacted to the feeling by crying (she never wakes up crying even in the middle of the night). I held her and we all cried before she went back to bed. Brian felt awful for waking her up but he said he just needed to see her and felt she needed to say good bye to the baby too. I hurt so badly for him.

The doctors and hospital staff was incredible. Everyone of them hugged us and had tears in their eyes - even the doctor. You'd never guess it was Emergency. We got in so fast and everyone gave us lots of time and tenderness. I was so thankful for that. Brian crawled up on the exam table with me, his legs on either side, just holding me for dear life.

So now we're home. Physically, I feel fine but emotionally, I feel numb and unbelieving. It is simply such a wrong thing. There is nothing right about it.

They are going to do an analysis on the baby to see if there is an answer. We are both incredibly healthy and seemingly fertile. So it's odd that we're 66% on lost babies (3 pregnancies, 1 healthy baby). I don't really know that answers are forthcoming but we have a lot of questions. Both medically and spiritually.

I do trust God. I have to. I have nothing else right now. I've heard before that when you lose a child, whether it's prior to birth or afterwards, that your child waits for you in heaven and that your family will be redeemed. I know that's not in the Bible but it feels like something God would do.

I don't understand. It feels sometimes like this type of loss creates a sense of "otherness". I was unprepared for how devestating miscarriage could be with our first two years ago. Now that we're walking this road again, I am more prepared. But still. Unless someone has experienced it, they can't understand. We feel so separate as we mourn. No one else really knew this baby but me because I was carrying her. We had names chosen. We were so excited for Anne to have a sibling. It felt...so perfect. And then it was over.

So we just took it easy this weekend. Grieved and prayed a lot. I feel rather numb to be honest but broken.

We have felt very supported though by the prayers of our friends and families. Almost like we are walking on a floor of prayers.


So thank you.





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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

In which He is Emmanuel

In the poem “Salutation,” which references Luke 1:39-45, Luci Shaw writes:

Framed in light,
Mary sings through the doorway.
Elizabeth’s six-month joy
jumps , a palpable greeting,
a hidden first encounter
between son and Son.

And my heart turns over
when I meet Jesus
in you.

I believe the the aspect of Christianity that dazzles and amazes me most is Emmanuel. Emmanuel is a Hebrew word, spoken by the prophet Isaiah among others, that means literally "God with us". This baffles me, confuses me, embraces me and transforms me. Never more than now during Advent.

The idea that God is among us is revolutionary to me. As John 1:14 says, "The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighbourhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son, Generous inside and out, true from start to finish." I simply love this for more reasons than I can share. The news to me that God became human like me. That Jesus is the message of Christianity. God became one of us and moved into our neighbourhood, our turf. No longer far off (even though he was near), no longer separate.

St. Augustine's familiar words hit the mark, "For You have formed us for Yourself, and our hearts are restless until we find rest in You." The human race needs God, the Creator, because it is built into the very core of our nature to know Him intimately. Without Him, we are incomplete, empty, unfulfilled, restless, all because we are living life contrary to the purpose for which we were made. (Dr. Richard P. Bucher)

So there is the Christmas part of that: the baby in the manager, cold for the first time? weeping? hungry? Just like a tired, cold or weeping humanity. Eventually laughing, joyful, brilliant and wise like a laughing, joyful, brilliant and wise humanity. Suffering, experiencing pain, experiencing friendship. The best and truest human. I remember hearing once that Jesus was here not only to save humanity but to show us what it means to be truly human. Because he was fully and completely human, he is our perfect example of revolutionary humanity.

And then there is the other part of Emmanuel: God is with us now. Present in these "jars of clay" of our bodies, we carry the spark of the divine. So that we are, as Christ-followers, supposed to be the hands, feet, mouth and heart of Jesus on earth.

The Cradle

For us who have only known approximate fathers
and mothers manque, this child is a surprise:
a sudden coming true of all we hoped
might happen. Hoarded hopes fed by prophecies,
old sermons and song fragments, now cry
coo and gurgle in the cradle, a babbling
proto-language which as soon as it gets
a tongue (and we, of course, grow open ears)

will say the big nouns: joy, glory, peace;
and live the best verbs: love, forgive, save.
Along with the swaddling clothes the words are washed

of every soiling sentiment, scrubbed clean of
all failed promises, then hung in the world's
backyard dazzling white, billowing gospel.

Eugene H. Peterson

(I love that poem. The image it paints on my soul stays with me for days.)

It really humbles me to realise how little I let Jesus out. And I don't mean "evangelizing" (what a horrid word these days) or gravely confronting people to ask them "if you died tonight, where would you end up?"

I mean, my life of verbs and nouns reflecting Jesus: loving, forgiving, embracing, welcoming. Flinging wide open the doors of love to humanity.

I am dazzled by the word Emmanuel for all that means in my life and for all of humanity. God is with us. Amongst us, walking around, not only in the flesh but in the spirits of millions. Present and alive and active.


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Sunday, December 9, 2007

In which I wonder if we should even do this

I've been grappling lately with church planting.

Some of you know that Brian and I came back home to Canada specifically because we wanted to start a church. But as the years have gone by (2 to be exact), I've wondered if the issue isn't "planting" but "tending". Not starting but pastoring.

We've visited a lot of churches in the Lower Mainland over the past few years. We took a while before deciding which church to attend. And what we saw in most churches were small, closed groups of people that were dying a slow death. Obviously, I'm being incredibly generic but I got tired of seeing groups of 15-50 people, huddled in a room, never really growing or changing or being relevant to the world. It just seemed like "why bother?" Heck, I am someone that I consider a pretty committed Christian and I wouldn't go there! The music was lame, the sermons completely irrelevant, the people were unfriendly...I could go on. And not because I don't see what matters. I'm saying when I put on my "outsider hat", you don't have to wonder why most people like God, even like Jesus, but hate church. Heck, sometimes I hate church.

It's made me wonder whether another church is needed. Or if what is needed here is for us to throw our collective weight behind someone and support that work? Are we so arrogant that we think we're the only ones that know how to do it right? Are we so convinced that our way will be different?

I've been wondering lately how much more effective we would be here, if we came together in unity. Canada is not like the USA which is filled with mega-churches. We don't even have the population of California so it's hard to find even the talent for worship bands sometimes. We have a lot of small churches. And it seems to me, therefore, a minimal impact on the lives of the hurting and broken.

I am not a mega-church person. As a matter of a fact, I often refer to myself as a refugee from the megachurches of America. The noise, the show, the glitz, the performance, the pace - not me, baby. But surely there is something between 15 depressed people, shaking tambourines at each other and a light show with amorous, orgasmic love songs supposedly directed at Jesus.

I have wondered how much more effective we could be if we were to just plug in with a church that is already established and reform from within. Sure there are many things about modern church that make me barking mad but I love it. And since I love it, I am wary of taking the stance of "I'll take my ball, go home and start my own game!" That's totally not our attitude. We love Canada, we love the Lower Mainland and we want to serve here.

I'm still grappling with this. It may just be the usual church-planters cold feet. I suppose that visiting all of these tiny churches would make anyone wonder what the heck they were doing. But neither do I want to just charge ahead, recklessly, in my life without stopping to consider, ponder and pray.


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