Our son, the engineer

Micah and Thomas riding the Carousel years ago
Micah just sent me this link to the place he's working in Saskatoon for the summer. It's at the Kinsmen park, Saskatoon's oldest park.

When I was a kid I'd ride the train (A smaller one in those days) and the carousel and get some ice cream with my grandma and grandpa.

So then when we had kids we'd go there occasionally to ride the rides and have fun on a warm summers day.

Now Micah is working there for the summer and seems to be enjoying it. A part of me envies him.

Here's a video snapshot of the park. Nicely done too.

Potashcorp Playland at Kinsmen Park from space2place on Vimeo.

In Prayer

In Prayer

O Lord, in prayer I launch far out into the eternal world, and on that broad ocean my soul triumphs over all evils on the shores of mortality. Time, with its gay amusements and cruel disappointments never appears so inconsiderate as then.

In prayer I see myself as nothing; I find my heart going after Thee with intensity, and long with vehement thirst to live to Thee. Blessed be the strong gales of the Spirit that speed me on my way to the New Jerusalem.

In prayer all things here below vanish, and nothing seems important but holiness of heart and the salvation of others.

In prayer all my worldly cares, fears, anxieties disappear, and are of as little significance as a puff of wind.

In prayer my soul inwardly exults with lively thoughts at what Thou art doing for Thy church, and I long that Thou shouldest get Thyself a great name from sinners returning to Zion.

In prayer I am lifted above the frowns and flatteries of life, and taste heavenly joys; entering into the eternal world I can give myself to Thee with all my heart, to be Thine for ever.

In prayer I can place all my concerns in Thy hands, to be entirely at Thy disposal, having no will or interest of my own.

In prayer I can intercede for my friends, ministers, sinners, the church, Thy kingdom to come, with greatest freedom, ardent hopes, as a son to his father, as a lover to the beloved.

Help me to be all prayer and never to cease praying.

Via. Puritan Prayers

What A Team

It was Dixie's idea to take a pic of us all here at Malmo on Easter Sunday.

But the team does clean up pretty well. :)

(Me, Lauralea, Dixie, Marc)

Photo by Delora.

On resurrection day, not just Jesus came back to life.

It was magical outside yesterday morning.
As I left the house to walk to my office at 8:30, it was overcast outside, but the first thing you noticed was how warm it felt. It was +7C out there.

Perfectly overcast with a low sky, surprisingly warm for a March morning, and still, without a whisper of a breeze.

As I said, perfect.

And I was alone in the office, everyone was away for the day. So it was still inside too.

I had room to be still in my spirit. There were emails to answer, I had some good conversations on the phone. But mostly there was room for me to recuperate. I needed yesterday.

I walked and prayed through the yard and the cemetery, and managed to get a lot of work done. It was good.

I realized that this past weekend with its deep rooted tensions for the church, was a much bigger deal than I was initially aware. Yes it was Easter and I was distracted by that. But there were also some things going on behind behind the scenes. Spiritual things. Struggles. Tensions. There were old patterns being broken, and difficult history being dealt with well.

I needed the stillness of yesterday to consider those things. To heal up a bit, but also to look back and see what was at work. God was showing me some insights and offering me hope. What was grace was that the things that needed to be broken for us, were broken, and the seeds that were planted for a good direction down the road, were planted all on Easter weekend. A weekend of resurrection, a weekend of life, a Day of power released into the world.

Yeah, I'd say that this past week has been our toughest week here in this place. But I think it may also have been our best, in terms of a future here. This place in the field may have just turned a significant corner, and its best days may lay ahead of her.

And I guess I needed some peace and stillness to see that.

Still much work to be done and so we are back at it. Praying and preaching and walking along side those who are willing of my presence. Just as it always is and always has been for pastors.

May you know peace and love this day too. :)

P.S. Oh and you wonder about the title?
Not just Jesus comes back to life on Easter Sunday, but it seems others do to, including churches. Check this out, from the bible.

Matthew 27
50 And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.
51 At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split 52 and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. 53 They came out of the tombs after Jesus’ resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people.

Post Easter stuff

Easter Sunday.
After a great week of prayer, and a moving Holy Week.
After the intimate communion of Maundy Thursday, and the fellowship with another sister church on Good Friday.
Easter Sunday morning is great.
But the loneliest time of the year, is Easter Sunday afternoon.

The people care and are friendly, and go off to live their lives.
The little girls Skype with us a bit.
Kids call.
But dang its so lonely.

Doesn't help that so much time has been for work lately.
This week was also my yearly review and it was fairly affirming, but there were a few thoughts that I can't yet process.

A couple of funerals to help with and serve at.
Some people I don't have answers for, God-wise.
And it seems some big miscommunications that will need addressing early this week.
Herself has been hurting by expectations that can't be reached, and friendship has been rejected.

Its not about rest, well, not just about rest.
Its a collection of things.
So we try hard to distract ourselves through the day. Until we can find balance again.

And this is normal. At least these days.

Easter is the most wonderful time of the year, Jesus wise.
It can just be the loneliest time of the year, church leadership wise.

That's why Easter Sunday afternoons are just difficult.
And that ends my public pity party :)

Carry on.