Thursday, December 31, 2009

O Holy Night

I've been squeezing some more Christmas music in before it really should get back into the Christmas boxes and into the garage for another year. While putting together my cheese ball for tonight I was listening to Third Day's rendition of O Holy Night. I love that song. I don't think I've heard a rendition that I don't like. The music is great but the words are what really hit me. Not the most obvious Christmas song out there but I like that about it. It makes me think. From Mark Martel (of Downhere but once BBC chapel/musicale) to Third Day to Point of Grace to a few of us girls here singing it for an elderly lady at a nursing home before Christmas this year, it gets me. This afternoon I decided to look up the story behind the writing of this carol. I thought I would share my findings. I've always been a lover of history and knowing the whole story. It's neat to think about how something like this song can be followed throughout history and land here on my CD player in 2009. I know, I'm a nerd. Here's the story...

The Amazing Story of 'O Holy Night'
By Ace Collins

Declared 'unfit for church services' in France and later embraced by U.S. abolitionists, the song continues to inspire.

The strange and fascinating story of "O Holy Night" began in France, yet eventually made its way around the world. This seemingly simple song, inspired by a request from a clergyman, would not only become one of the most beloved anthems of all time, it would mark a technological revolution that would forever change the way people were introduced to music.

In 1847, Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure was the commissionaire of wines in a small French town. Known more for his poetry than his church attendance, it probably shocked Placide when his parish priest asked the commissionaire to pen a poem for Christmas mass. Nevertheless, the poet was honored to share his talents with the church.

In a dusty coach traveling down a bumpy road to France's capital city, Placide Cappeau considered the priest's request. Using the gospel of Luke as his guide, Cappeau imagined witnessing the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem. Thoughts of being present on the blessed night inspired him. By the time he arrived in Paris, "Cantique de Noel" had been completed.

Moved by his own work, Cappeau decided that his "Cantique de Noel" was not just a poem, but a song in need of a master musician's hand. Not musically inclined himself, the poet turned to one of his friends, Adolphe-Charles Adam, for help.

The son of a well-known classical musician, Adam had studied in the Paris conservatoire. His talent and fame brought requests to write works for orchestras and ballets all over the world. Yet the lyrics that his friend Cappeau gave him must have challenged the composer in a fashion unlike anything he received from London, Berlin, or St. Petersburg.

As a man of Jewish ancestry, for Adam the words of "Cantique de Noel" represented a day he didn't celebrate and a man he did not view as the son of God. Nevertheless, Adam quickly went to work, attempting to marry an original score to Cappeau's beautiful words. The finished work of Adam pleased both poet and priest. The song was performed just three weeks later at a Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve

Initially, "Cantique de Noel" was wholeheartedly accepted by the church in France and the song quickly found its way into various Catholic Christmas services. But when Placide Cappeau walked away from the church and became a part of the socialist movement, and church leaders discovered that Adam was a Jew, the song--which had quickly grown to be one of the most beloved Christmas songs in France--was suddenly and uniformly denounced by the church. The heads of the French Catholic church of the time deemed "Cantique de Noel" as unfit for church services because of its lack of musical taste and "total absence of the spirit of religion." Yet even as the church tried to bury the Christmas song, the French people continued to sing it, and a decade later a reclusive American writer brought it to a whole new audience halfway around the world.

Not only did this American writer--John Sullivan Dwight--feel that this wonderful Christmas song needed to be introduced to America, he saw something else in the song that moved him beyond the story of the birth of Christ. An ardent abolitionist, Dwight strongly identified with the lines of the third verse: "Truly he taught us to love one another; his law is love and his gospel is peace. Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother; and in his name all oppression shall cease." The text supported Dwight's own view of slavery in the South. Published in his magazine, Dwight's English translation of "O Holy Night" quickly found favor in America, especially in the North during the Civil War.

Back in France, even though the song had been banned from the church for almost two decades, many commoners still sang "Cantique de Noel" at home. Legend has it that on Christmas Eve 1871, in the midst of fierce fighting between the armies of Germany and France, during the Franco-Prussian War, a French soldier suddenly jumped out of his muddy trench. Both sides stared at the seemingly crazed man. Boldly standing with no weapon in his hand or at his side, he lifted his eyes to the heavens and sang, "Minuit, Chretiens, c'est l'heure solennelle ou L'Homme Dieu descendit jusqu'a nous," the beginning of "Cantique de Noel."

After completing all three verses, a German infantryman climbed out his hiding place and answered with, "Vom Himmel noch, da komm' ich her. Ich bring' euch gute neue Mar, Der guten Mar bring' ich so viel, Davon ich sing'n und sagen will," the beginning of Martin Luther's robust "From Heaven Above to Earth I Come."

The story goes that the fighting stopped for the next twenty-four hours while the men on both sides observed a temporary peace in honor of Christmas day. Perhaps this story had a part in the French church once again embracing "Cantique de Noel" in holiday services.

In 1906, Reginald Fessenden--a 33-year-old university professor and former chief chemist for Thomas Edison--did something long thought impossible. Using a new type of generator, Fessenden spoke into a microphone and, for the first time in history, a man's voice was broadcast over the airwaves: "And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed," he began in a clear, strong voice, hoping he was reaching across the distances he supposed he would.

Shocked radio operators on ships and astonished wireless owners at newspapers sat slack-jawed as their normal, coded impulses, heard over tiny speakers, were interrupted by a professor reading from the gospel of Luke. To the few who caught this broadcast, it must have seemed like a miracle--hearing a voice somehow transmitted to those far away. Some might have believed they were hearing the voice of an angel.

Fessenden was probably unaware of the sensation he was causing on ships and in offices; he couldn't have known that men and women were rushing to their wireless units to catch this Christmas Eve miracle. After finishing his recitation of the birth of Christ, Fessenden picked up his violin and played "O Holy Night," the first song ever sent through the air via radio waves. When the carol ended, so did the broadcast--but not before music had found a new medium that would take it around the world.

Since that first rendition at a small Christmas mass in 1847, "O Holy Night" has been sung millions of times in churches in every corner of the world. And since the moment a handful of people first heard it played over the radio, the carol has gone on to become one of the entertainment industry's most recorded and played spiritual songs. This incredible work--requested by a forgotten parish priest, written by a poet who would later split from the church, given soaring music by a Jewish composer, and brought to Americans to serve as much as a tool to spotlight the sinful nature of slavery as tell the story of the birth of a Savior--has become one of the most beautiful, inspired pieces of music ever created.

Reprinted from "Stories Behind the Best-Loved Songs of Christmas" for educational purposes only, from Zondervan.

O Holy Night
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Monday, December 14, 2009

The Amazing Race and Lindsay turning 30

Lindsay and his friend Mark have often talked about how cool it would be to be contestants on the TV show Amazing Race. One reason they haven't gone for it is that you have to be residents of the US. Oh well. Up until November 23 of this year Lindsay had resigned to the fact that he would never be able to scratch it off the proverbial bucket list.

Lindsay was sitting in his office on the afternoon of the 23rd (his birthday) when his boss walked in his office and handed him an yellow Amazing Race (AR) envelope. Confused he opened it up and read the following...

Your application has been accepted and you are now a contestant on the first season of Amazing Race: Canada! Due to the overwhelming success of the hit series, Amazing Race in the United States, CBS has decided to sell part of the rights to CTV for them to host Amazing Race: Canada! Unfortunately there have been some cuts made to the original format because the cable companies are now helping pay for local TV. Therefore, for the first season there will only be one contestant per team. Proceed to #13 Nipawin Bible College campus to find the first Road Marker.

From there he was directed to seven different spots all with another envelope for him. He went all over Nipawin to friends houses and did everything from pounding 30 nails into wood to putting 30 golf balls. His last envelope led him to the Northern Green Resort in town where I was waiting. We enjoyed watching Monday night football, ordering in pizza and enjoying a good rest without the kids walking up in the middle of the night.

I had a lot of fun putting this together and Lindsay was totally surprised! Here are some pictures from his adventures.






Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Some more birthday pictures


Hanging out with Grandma and cousin Izzy.




Birthday princesses (Baylee, Alanna, Libby and Amanda). Joanne always has great ideas!




Friday, November 20, 2009

Libby is One!




Yes, it's hard to believe but our little Libby turned one yesterday! Liam prefers to say "12 months" because I think he feels 12 is cooler than one. I will post some more pictures again soon but for now Alumni Weekend is looming and there is much to do before tonight.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Blessed

One thing that I have to fight in my life is worrying about things. In each stage of my life the object of my worry has differed but it's always seemed to be there, lurking in the wings. In this current stage of my life, I find that it is very easy to worry about my children. Will they be safe? Will the catch something when we go to library story time? Will they turn out okay? What if they get in with the wrong crowd at school? Oh my! If I let myself sit here and really think I could probably have a nervous breakdown. Thankfully, I am learning what it means to "give it to God". What has always been a nice catch phrase to me, has been starting to mean something that is more real to me.

I was thinking today that there is much that I can look forward to for my children. Stay with me here. It's getting late and my brain is jumping oddly from topic to topic. I was going through pictures of our time in MN with family this summer and I realized how extremely blessed my children are to have so many wonderful people in their lives. While in MN they met up with a set of great-grandparents and a great-great aunt and uncle. Not to mention the great aunt and uncle, cousins...the list goes on. So many people in their lives that want to positively build into their two little hearts. I know this is true because these very same people have taken the time to build into my life. When the Reiss/Cochrane/Witter/Skeldon/Anderson clan get around a table for a meal there is laughter, love, joy and most of all the LORD! Some of you know what I mean when I talk with love about this great group of people. You have experienced it first hand...the quirky ways of great aunt and uncles who give your friend's husband a "bean spoon"* upon their first meeting! We have been blessed and I'm excited for our kids. What will they get to enjoy together with this family? What will they do as they get older, have children and create more great family memories? I think those are much more positive and constructive questions for my mind than what so often inhabits it.

The Lord gives and takes away. Blessed me the name of the Lord! I want to live with that attitude. My life and the lives of my children belong to Him.


Oma (my grandmother) playing with Libby. Something I love about my Oma is her love for Jesus and her grandchildren. She and Opa pray for us each day. The next best thing are her hugs.


My great aunt Jo connecting with Libby. Aunt Jo is full of life and is always willing to burst into song. Her and Uncle Gordon have traveled the world together and are so much fun to be with.


Opa playing with Libby. Uncle Gordon looking on. Something I love about Opa is that he often calls me "hon". I am so thankful for his love for Jesus. I love to see him laugh.

*Bean Spoon - we were in Banff several years ago and my aunt Jo and uncle Gordon gave Lindsay and Jeff bean spoons. Now, keep in mind this was the first time they had met Jeff. The spoons they received were wooden and the handle resembled a ladder. There was a little card attached that explained the use of this special spoon. The user was to put it in a pot of chili so that the little farts could climb out! This is just one example of my silly, yet very lovable and real family. I hope this did not offend anyone. ;)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Another reason I cannot be a brain surgeon


This past Saturday the "scatterbrained, trying to do too much at once mother" struck again. I was busy making pies for the belated Thanksgiving meal we were having the next day. I had a pumpkin pie in the oven, a lemon meringue pie on the cupboard and half the ingredients in a bowl for chunky pecan pie bars. I should also mention that the kitchen looked like a heat seeking missile just hit it. So, while trying to make more room to get access to the microwave I moved the lemon meringue pie onto the top of the stove and went on with my next thing. I had started working on the meringue and realized that I had given myself too much time because the other pie was still in the oven. I thought I would be efficient and go walk over to the dorm while waiting and put up the sign for a movie night I was planning to have later that day. I know, I know...I need therapy! I got back from the short 5 minute walk and smelled something burning. I opened the stove to find the pumpkin pie just about done but not too dark. Perfect I thought to myself. BUT no sooner had I closed the door to the oven and stood up straight then I heard a strange sound. Later Linds (who was sitting reading in the living room this whole time) mentioned that it sounded like a large bag of marbles hitting our laminate floor. If only I could be so lucky. It was in fact the lemon meringue pie, or should I say the glass pie plate that was holding the pie. What I had not realized before was that I had set it on a burner that I had failed to turn off. The pie plate literally exploded in a million small pieces and glass went flying everywhere! Thankfully our children were down for nap/quiet time and I wasn't still bent over and wide eyed looking at the pie in the oven. It took us a good 1/2 hour to clean up the mess. I must say I love my calm, cool and collective husband. After about 15 minutes of my complaining about the unfortunate situation, how I had wasted money and time and made such a mess, I thanked Lindsay for being so calm about it all. He looked at me from behind the vacuum and said, "well compared how you act about this kind of stuff I think it's pretty easy to appear calm."

I must say I have always been bad at crying over spilled milk. I have been realizing a need to work on this lately and my, has God been giving me opportunities! I think I am making some progress though because this time I managed (with God's help) to not cry like Liam when he can't get on his jacket and I managed not to say anything I wouldn't want my children or my grandparents to hear me say. :) From the entire pitcher of orange juice on the floor last week to the exploding pie plate, I am in a frustrated state of learning how to slow down and relax. When these sort of things happen I tend to call myself down and go on and on about being an idiot or being really stupid. I joke about not being a brain surgeon but the real issue is learning to slow down and focus on what is really important so that I don't have to run around the kitchen like a recently beheaded chicken. I need to figure out that balance. I want to live somewhere between lazy and crazy busy. I know it exists and I am learning that if I take the time and work my will to put God as my centre, things more naturally balance out and I could probably say, "I was able to let God work through me and was able to bring him glory through this" instead of "I didn't think about God until a pie plate exploded in my kitchen and I needed help not swearing." Not to say that bad and frustrating things aren't going to happen but when God orders my steps I trust I would have the confidence that he is helping me and being my strength. Oh, so much to learn!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Reluctant Bathing Beauty

Here's Libby at the beach during our September heat wave. She's sporting a bathing suit handed down from a friend but forgot to borrow the excitement for sand and all things beach. This is when I first put her down on the sand and she got better later once she got used to it. If only I looked that cute in my bathing suit!



Wednesday, October 14, 2009

I am now a soccer mom





When did this happen? One minute I am beside myself with pain as I push him into the world and the next minute I am watching as he takes part in his first soccer practice. I am a soccer mom. The fact did not really hit me until after the first practice. Lindsay was getting Libby into her car seat and I was helping Liam into his when I had one of those moments. You know the ones. Where you all of a sudden seem to see yourself in the current context but almost as if you are watching yourself from somewhere else. No? Okay, maybe it's just me. That moment it hit me like a ton of bricks. We are parents of two and one of them just finished playing soccer. He's wearing little soccer shin pads, a yellow jersey and can't stop talking about his favourite part of the practice. When did this happen?

It's great how two people can see things so differently. I'm thinking, "wow, I'm old. I'm a soccer mom. I have to make sure I don't get too involved and start yelling like those crazy women they do documentaries about on W5." While my lovely husband gets in the car, buckles up his seat belt and says, "wow, a soccer mom. That's pretty hot." So while being a newly minted soccer mom doesn't make me feel overall "hot", I'm glad my husband thinks so. :)

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Rub a dub, dub, little Libby in the...sink?l

Yes, in the sink she was. During our week in MB with friends all the cabin had was a shower so we decided to improvise. What a cutie!




Thursday, October 01, 2009

Bemidji

In August the four of us traveled down to Bemidji, Minnesota to meet my grandparents, a great aunt and uncle, an aunt and uncle, two cousins and the Skeldon contingent (my parents, Brad and Rachel). We had booked a cabin for 5 nights...all 5000 square feet of it. When we first got there, I was worried we would lose someone in it if we weren't careful. Indoor swimming pool and hot tub, enough bedroom space to sleep 18 people, wrap around deck, lake front view, huge living area, and great 30 above weather...that last part didn't come with the house. :) We had a great time checking out the surrounding area by car, on foot, on bicycle and by pontoon boat. We enjoyed wonderful food, great fellowship, games, movies and much laughter. There was a intense touch football game enjoyed by the younger generation of guys and my uncle and dad...and then a group hug from all the sweaty football players that my great aunt had to endure. Did I mention these guys picked the hottest and most humid of days to attempt this grand display of athletic skill and competition? The kids had a blast and loved all the attention they received. We had been there for about 4 days when my great aunt asked, "does Libby ever cry?" Now that is a holiday! It was just a bit rough once we got back home and detox had to happen.

It was great to be together with family and I would go back to that spot, especially with them in a heartbeat.

Aunt Bec and Libby waiting for the pontoon boat to arrive.


Pappy and Liam checking out the lake.


Crossing the head waters of the Mississippi River...who knew it started in MN?


Lindsay perched on a rock while crossing the Mississippi River head waters.


The whole group. Are we ever blessed to have such a wonderful family. God has been very good to us!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

A wonderful day away

We didn't go far. Only about 10 minutes from campus but it could have been 12 hours. Good friends of ours live just outside Nipawin on an acreage (I think that's what it's called) beautifully situated in the bush. You enter their yard by a winding drive way with trees and shrubbery on every side. It's quiet, peaceful and because it's the Gruchys the company is always awesome! We have been blessed to know this family since we first started attending our church. They have spent a lot of time creating this great spot and Liam, Libby and I were blessed again to be able to go out and visit this last week. We got there just before noon on Thursday and Joanne was packing us a lunch to take on the quads. Now, many of you know that I am a city girl. I have learned a few things since living in a smaller setting but it is hard to get the city "oh, I'll just take the bus" out of me. Last year when we went on a similar quad adventure I ran into a small bush. For some reason steering these things does not come naturally to me. Thankfully Joanne is patient and was willing to let me try again. Oh, by the way, neither the bush or the quad was hurt in that unfortunate bruise on my pride. :) Liam went with Joanne and I had Libby on my back. We drove around their land for a bit and then stopped to enjoy a picnic lunch. What a treat! Back on the quads again after lunch I was feeling much more confident. No bush run ins this time. I'm getting better. Just don't look at the white knuckles. Liam played with toys while Joanne and I had a great visit. I appreciate so many things about Joanne...her listening ear, her honesty and her desire to bring glory to God in all she does. Talking with her always encourages me. Much to Liam's excitement, Jordan came home from school later that afternoon and spent some time playing with Liam. In Liam's mind, all the toys in the world could not substitute for time with Jordan. All the while Libby had a wonderfully long and restful nap. We drove home later that afternoon and I felt so rested. Of course, being a mother of two young children I could have gone and had a nap at the drop of a hat, but I felt rested in my soul. These weeks are very busy for us as Lindsay teaches a module and fall programs start up. It is easy for this task oriented mom to get lost in the to do lists. The escape to the Gruchy's home was again, a blessing. Here's some pics from that day...




Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Falcon Lake, Manitoba

In July we took off for Manitoba for our first week of holidays. We drove all the way to Winnipeg that first day and spent that night with our dear friends Martin & Darlene and their two little (well, not so little these days) Kepler and Theodore. We enjoyed a fun visit with them. Complete with a great meal, trains and toys for Liam to play with, late night visiting and late night Baked Expectation cheese cake. YUM! Thank you Darlene, my partner in chocolate and sugar crime!



We said goodbye to the Blumrich family the next day and drove about 2 hours to get to Falcon Lake which is just inside Whiteshell Provincial Park. We pulled up to the cabin and had fun reuniting with our friends Dan, Laura & Jaxon and Kyle & Kassy. We then spent the next seven days and six nights in a great spot. While the weather could have been hotter we had a great time reconnecting. There were lots of laughs, great food, theological discussions, fun games, beach time, did I mention food already... Each couple took care of two lunches and two suppers. Let's just say we ate well. It was hard to go back home where I did not have Laura and Kassy helping me come up with great meals. And let's not forget about Dan teaching us how to make bacon on the BBQ! It was a bit tiring as Libby and Jaxon decided they didn't want to keep up their usual schedules for sleeping. So, the living room became the early morning lounge area complete with toys and satellite TV featuring cartoons. The cabin was great. It was comfortable and was very spacious. We would definitely recommend it to others and go back again ourselves. We had a great time and it was very hard to say goodbye. It was a blessing to be with such great people that are usually very far away. Love you guys!

Here are some pictures from our time in Falcon Lake...