Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Never Alone
Today is my dad's 70th birthday. Doesn't look it does he? I will never love and respect any man more than I do my father. Here's a little story that shows why.
I remember the day my little boy brain bonded with my dad...permanently. I was at Foothills Camp in Alberta with my family for Camp Meeting. I must have been 8 or so. I don't remember having many friends as a kid. I've always been introverted and found it difficult making friends all the way up until high school. But this camp meeting I was hoping to make some new friends.
During the week they were having an exciting opportunity for this. They were taking a bus load of kids to a nearby lake to go water skiing and tubing. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
When the time came, I grabbed my swimming trunks, my towel and my sunscreen and set off for the meeting area where the bus was going to pick us up. It took me a few minutes for my little legs to carry me there, my little heart pounding with anticipation and nervousness.
However when I got there there was no bus.
So I waited.
And I waited.
But I soon realized I had missed the bus.
I'll never forget the total crushing of my spirit that I felt that day. It was more than the disappointment of missing out on the opportunity. I'd met a few kids who knew I was coming. But nobody told the bus driver to wait or came to grab me. Maybe not a realistic expectation, but it was another reminder of my loneliness.
So trudged back to our camper. Mum was at a meeting, so through tears I explained what happened to my dad. He consoled me, but he did more than that.
He didn't know where the bus had gone, but not far from Foothills there's a place called Red Lodge Provincial Park. So my dad told me to get my trunks, my towel and my sunscreen. We went and found a nice bit of beach along the river and I spent the afternoon playing in water and the sand. It wasn't the original plan, but I was no longer alone. I was with my dad.
It was a profound experience for my little mind. I had gone from feeling abandoned to feeling accepted and "with" someone.
To be with my dad when others "abandoned" me left me with a deep abiding sense of security in my Father's love. I realized that with his love in my life, I was never alone. He's been my most trusted counsellor and friend ever since.
Jesus had an even deeper connection with His Father than I ever will have with my earthly Father. But there came a day where the Heavenly Father had to leave His Son alone, on the cross. And He did it, so that death could finally be conquered and all of us could claim with total confidence, that even if our earthly father can't be with us, because of Jesus, we will never be alone. God is always with us.
Who's brought security to your life through their love? Thank them today. 😀
Saturday, August 6, 2016
The Root of Love
This is Mason my nephew. He's taught me so much about love. I remember the first time I held him. I'm not his dad, but even as an uncle I was overwhelmed by a pure sense of love, of devotion and care for this little life. I wanted to be a better man, for his sake.
But why? What brings that out?
I didn't create him. He'd done nothing for me. But here I was finding new depths of desire to care for and mentor and protect this little life.
Some of it I chalk up to him being simply born into my family. He's one of us now. But I think there's a deeper part connected to it. I believe we've been designed to love. And a child in our family brings it out in the strongest sense possible. I believe this because I see how God has treated me, His child. He did not directly create me. But I'm born into His family. And as I've gotten to know God and understand the terrible price Jesus paid so I could be saved from myself, I see the same love (in part) in my own heart for Mason. What parent or uncle wouldn't give up their life for their beloved?
So I believe the love I have for Mason is a well spring that comes from God. I recognize it because I've received it. Maybe you will too!
““How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, Israel? How can I treat you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboyim? My heart is changed within me; all my compassion is aroused.” - God anguished over diobedient, rebellious children.
Hosea 11:8 NIV
http://bible.com/111/hos.11.8.niv
““Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.” Jesus anguished over rejection by those He came to save.
Matthew 23:37 NIV
http://bible.com/111/mat.23.37.niv
"But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
Romans 5:8 NIV
http://bible.com/111/rom.5.8.niv
Monday, January 27, 2014
Prism: Love
This Sabbath we're trying something new at my church. It's called Prism. It's based on the idea
the idea that as a prism refracts pure light into all the creative colours that lie within it, in the same way, God reveals his creativity when his pure light shines through the inspired artistry, experiences and writings of His creation. Prism is a “show & tell” time to share and receive inspiration from God.Sometimes we lose sight of the wonder of God and I hope this can be a time to reconnect with our amazing Creator.
We'll be looking at the theme of love this Sabbath. Here's some examples of God's love that inspired me today.
Image: A Hand of Love
I love this picture of Grama Letniak and my Dad. Love can be an abstract, elusive thing. But it becomes very tangible with a touch. I'll always remember Grama's touch and her loving kisses. She passed away this Christmas but left a very tangible legacy of love behind.
Song: His Eyes
The first Christian audio-cassette I owned was "Real Life Conversations" by Steven Curtis Chapman. I wore that tape out. I re-listened to this song today and was struck by the breadth and tangible beauty of descriptions of God's love in Steven's words.
Bible verse: Rom 5:8
I read Romans 5 today and verse 8 jumped out to me as it always does. "While we were still sinners, Christ died for us". Being a recovering perfectionist, it's easy to try and wait to "get good" before seeking God but this verse reminds of the tangible proof that it is God who is sacrificially seeking me. Love to meditate on.
Image and Verse: Poured out Love
I've always considered this one of the most beautiful waterfall pictures in the world (other's agree). The beautiful emerald water pouring out over the rocks reminds me of God's constant love pouring into us. "Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us". Romans 5:5
Monday, September 24, 2012
You Need a Friend like Scott
What fills your blank?
What separates good friends from true friends? What bumps a friend to the top of the trust list?
Traits of true friendship = ______________
What separates good friends from true friends? What bumps a friend to the top of the trust list?
I know.
You need to know Scott. Then you'd know
too.
Scott probably considers himself a pretty
ordinary guy. He's good with his hands, likes a good steak, spoils his three
dogs and loves his beautiful wife. But I consider him extraordinary. A true
friend.
It's because of light. Lasers to be
specific.
Consider this metaphor. Communication,
vital to any relationship, is like light. It can be clear and bright or diffuse
and weak. It can clarify or create confusing shadows. It can blind you or show
you the way.
I love communication. But sometimes I
complicate it. Like beams of light, people's words, inflections, actions (and inactions)
enter my brain and refract through my internal “analytical prism” into a
spectrum of multiple possible meanings. I'll often attempt the impossible task
of trying to address all possible meanings in the first shot with bloated “full
spectrum” responses, so as not to offend, mislead or confuse...which ironically
often confuses, sometimes misleads and occasionally offends.
Scott's not like that. If I sometimes
communicate like a diffuse full spectrum light bulb, he's a focused laser. If
he's confused, he zaps back with straightforward questions until he's clear.
And once he's zeroed in, he'll give it to you straight. With Scot I'm never
confused, seldom misled and often my pride is offended.
And that's why you and I need a friend like
Scott.
I really believe that selfish pride is the
root of all pain, suffering and evil. So anyone who's willing to help address
it in your life is invaluable. In my pride, I like to maintain a certain
perception of the type of person I am.
Conversations with Scott can be exhilarating
sometimes for a “perception manager” like me. He says the things I'm thinking
need to be said, but am afraid to say. He daily shows me that it's possible to
be real, to say what's truly on your mind in an appropriate, honest way.
Sometimes honesty, like a laser...can burn
or even cut deeply. But I find Scott's laser is more often like surgery; any
cutting is focused on fixing and healing.
For me, Scott's a friend who represents
Jesus' disarming (or sometimes alarming) straightforwardness, his concern for
truth over perception (or even political correctness).
Jesus said he came to be a light to the
world. He came to communicate clearly, to do heart surgery with words.
Excruciating to the proud, revealing and healing to the humble.
I pray you each have a “Scott” in your
life. If you don't, it's OK, you can start with Jesus.
Traits of True Friendship: #1 Loving
honesty
Sunday, August 26, 2012
The Blessing of Loss
Up until recently, I’d never experienced the death of
someone very close to me. I often wondered how I’d react. Now I know. My
Grampa, James Letniak, passed away at the age of 94 on August 15, 2012.
James Stephen Letniak was a character…with character. I wish
I remembered him better. In his later
years, I saw him too little. What I remember always makes me smile though.
I’ll miss his hearty laugh, it was a wonderful laugh, full
of life and earthiness.
I’ll miss the stories he loved to tell, the crooked index
finger he’d use to emphasize his points. I’ll really miss those stories. They
always reminded me of the tenacity and perseverance that pervaded his every
waking day. When I think about the difficulty he faced in his life through the Great
Depression and many other struggles that farmers face, I’m always encouraged by
the strength and creativity he used to overcome each obstacle.
I learned what real intelligence was from Grampa. It’s not
something you get at school. It’s how you live. It’s unrelenting curiosity. A
mind fully and completely engaged with life.
I remember sitting in his living room listening to his mind
work out loud, marveling at the intensity of his intellect. If he had an idea
in his head, he was like a dog on a bone. He often said he couldn’t sleep
because he couldn’t turn his mind off. I’m like that sometimes. Maybe that’s
where it comes from.
I remember the pride and awe I felt when I first saw Grampa’s
tractor-mounted post-pounder. I’d read about inventors like Thomas Edison. But
now, I had one in my family. It wouldn’t win any industrial design awards, but in
my little eyes, seeing fence-post heads submit to the weight of that hydraulic-powered
guillotine as the old tractor bounced back and forth was a sight of beauty and
grace.
Grampa was creative in the shop and on the farm but also in
music. He was a guitar player and when I took up the guitar he immediately pled
with me to avoid “tearing at the strings” like modern guitarists. Instead he
suggested I learn the melodic picking-style of Wilf Carter his favourite guitar
and yodeling virtuoso. I will Grampa, that’s a promise.
Grampa didn’t seem concerned with what others thought of
him, but he was always concerned what his family was thinking and doing. I
always knew that talking with Grampa wouldn’t be idle conversation. He would
want to know what I was doing with my time and where it would take me. Those
conversations weren’t always comfortable, but they were always valuable. I
always knew he did it because he cared. He wanted the best for me and wanted me
to make wise choices.
I’ll always remember his favourite question for me: “so….have
you found yourself any two-legged deer?” I’d often respond that I was still
looking and his smiling response was “Oh, well perhaps I need to get you some
better binoculars to see with!” That whole conversation sums up much of what I
love about Grampa. He was purposeful, he was creative and above all, he cared.
He always wanted the best for me.
So how did I react to Grampa’s passing? Honestly, I was most
emotional when I considered the joy of seeing him again. I’m a Seventh-day
Adventist Christian, so that means when I think about death, it’s simply a
sleep. And people who sleep, are at peace…which can only make me happy. Also,
when I think about death, it’s temporary, to be overcome when Jesus returns to
earth.
And now it’s personal.
At the funeral, the picture below was enlarged,
framed and sat on a pedestal at the front of the church. As I stared at the
image, it transformed. Grampa’s smile remained, but the skin smoothed, his back
straightened, his muscles rippled, his arms flung wide as his long, strong legs
ran towards me. My tears were real then, though it was an image. My tears will
be just as real again when the image becomes reality.
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