Friday, February 26, 2010

The Work of His Hands

Growing up on the prairies I love the feeling of being able to see so much of the sky. I love seeing the crops ready for harvest in the fall. I love the northern lights. And 99% of the time I am completely satisfied with the amount of water I see when I spend time at our lakes and rivers. The other 1% is when I find myself standing at the coast, usually the Oregon Coast and see the expanse of the Pacific Ocean in front of me. We have been blessed to spend at least one night at the coast during each of our visits to Oregon. This time Libby and I and the Peters family stayed in Depoe Bay along the Oregon Coast. Thanks to Alysun's in law's generosity and willingness to give up some timeshare points, we stayed in a great suite. We've never been this close to the ocean before. About 10 feet out our patio door there was a cliff, rocks and ocean. It was magnificent and I could have sat there for hours watching the waves hit the rocks. There was a storm blowing in as we got into Depoe Bay and let me tell you it pushed those waves up against the rocks and it was quite a show. I've never seen the seen the coast that active before and it was very cool. So this prairie girl can be awed by prairie fields, mountains and ocean alike. It reminds of me the Psalm I read today...

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun...

...which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat. Psalm 19:1-6

Sam Storms in his book "More Precious than Gold" writes, "look up and listen for the sky and all in contains is one continuous chorus singing God's glory (Ps.19:1-2). It pours out praise, not in mere hints or whispers but in deafening shouts of supremacy and splendor. The phrase "pours out" means "to bubble up and over like an irrepressible mountain spring." This psalm focuses on the heavens and the sky but I can't help but think as I stood with the ocean in my view that every crash of the waves was a sweet sound in God's ear. "Crash...thank you for creating me, Crash...you are awesome God, Crash...glory be to your name Lord."

Thank you God for all that you have created for us to enjoy...such a wonderful gift.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Where has Ore gon(e)?

I don't know where Ore has gone but Libby and I flew out of Saskatoon on February 10 to Porland, Oregon to spend 5 days with my friend and roommate from college. Alysun and I met fairly early into our illustrious freshmen year of college. She had traveled three days to get to Briercrest after a very last minute decision to attend "this school in Canada" and I had driven three hours to attend the college my parents had attended and just knew that I would too some day. Saying that I was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing would be an understatement. I was beside myself with nervousness and God knew just want to do. He sent this fun girl named Alysun my way and we began to hang out a lot. The freshmen week still seems like a blur but we began to bond as we became full fledged college students. Here are some of the things I think of when I think of those years...

* late night snacks
* long talks
* hayrides, skating to swing music,
* freshmen worship band try out (who were we kidding)
* choir
* chapels
* racing home from supper one night to put a Christmas tree in our RC's bathtub
* classes
* snow ball fights in the dorm
* laughing until it hurt (thankfully we lived in a dorm with two rooms to every bathroom)
* watching sappy chick flicks and drooling over Mr. Knightly,
* learning all about art and a true to life scale model of the coliseum made out of bristol board
* standing in line for extra gravy because Alysun thought the server was cute
* cleaning our room or just letting the closet come to life because it was full to overflowing

I could go on but it might only be funny for Alysun and I so I'll spare you. All these times were great and I wouldn't trade them but something that stands out above the rest are the lessons that God taught us through our friendship and outside it. I treasure the talks we had and the way that Al just accepts me for who I am and loves me in spite of my quirkiness. She is a blessing and that's why it has been so special to be able to keep up our friendship even though the mile separate us.

So, now that you know a little of our colourful history, I'll tell you about the trip Libby and I just took to visit Alysun and her family.

Alysun and Jeff and their three kids live about a half hour outside Salem, OR in a beautiful valley, on a farm in a great farm house that they have redone. Alysun has far surpassed my limited knowledge of farming as a prairie girl growing up in a Saskatchewan city. They will be heading into their busy farming season soon so I thought I would fly down there when it wasn't so hectic and while Libby could still fly for free. Libby did a great job in the airplane there and back. She loved playing with Emmaleigh, Mandy and Remington and was excited to see cows up close for the first time. I, of course was excited to see our friends again and we had fun. We went to the coast for a night, did some shopping, enjoyed great food, watched some movies and had some great talks. I had a very relaxing time which I think was exactly what I needed after a busy winter. With Alysun, even folding laundry is enjoyable and it was a lot of fun to just live life alongside the Peters family for a few days.

I'm so thankful for Alysun's friendship and the fact that as our families have grown we have been able to reconnect and continue the blessing that God gave to us about 12 years ago. Love you Al.


Libby and I during a sight seeing afternoon at a covered bridge.


Our view from our suite at the coast. A storm was moving in when we got there and the waves were crashing against the rocks. In the four times we've stayed at the coast with them over the years I think this is the closest our place has been to the water. Magnificent view and I was again overwhelmed by the beauty and the creativity of our God.



These pictures at the coast rarely work because of the wind. Poor Libby looks like she's on the back of a Harley.



Monday, February 08, 2010

Bundle Up...It's Cold Outside!


God is very creative. The fact that he created this place called earth for us to live and put so many different things on it. Mountains, prairies, oceans, and so many different climates. It's amazing. You can tell by Libby's attire (if you can tell that it's her) that we are blessed to live in a cold climate. I've always been proud to come from Saskatchewan. I must admit dressing up for the cold is a lot more work now with kids but it's still a sweet place to live...and thankfully we don't have to dress like this all year.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Party Time

Just after Christmas we left Saskatoon and came back home to meet Craig and Jen who were coming to visit from Regina. We were very excited to have them come. Let's just say the typical letdown after Christmas was not present this year because we had such fun times to look forward to. We played games, ate together, played with the kids, made some cards, went shopping in the metropolis of Nipawin, talked and had a surprise birthday party for Jen. When we lived in the city we lived much closer to Craig and Jen and saw them all the time. We miss those days but are confident that God has each of us where he wants us right now. It was so exciting to hear how God is using both of them in Regina. Our time with them was so precious and we they are gifts from God.


Craig and Jen are especially special to Liam because they are his godparents. They pray for him and their example as awesome people who love God is so important.



Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Elea



Just before Christmas 2008, my grandma Skeldon passed away after a long battle with cancer. I posted about it back then. In June, my grandpa came out to the campus for the annual seniors retreat that he had attended with grandma for several years. It was a hard week week for him as everyone was asking where Irene was and it was something that had enjoyed so much together. Near the beginning of the retreat he sat down in his usual spot and a few women sat down beside him. The one directly beside him could tell that he wasn't doing well and asked if everything was okay. He soon learned that this lady was Eleanora and she was from Prince Albert. She had been a grief and marriage counsellor there. Her husband had passed away suddenly a few years ago from a heart attack. They began to talk more and soon were spending a lot of their free time together. At the end of the week I offered to drive Grandpa back to Melfort to meet up with my parents to take him the rest of the way to Saskatoon. I could tell very quickly that my grandpa was quite taken with Elea. We talked about his week and Elea all the way to Melfort. It was great! They began to talk to each other the phone and visiting each other until one day they grandpa announced that he had asked Elea to marry him and she had said yes! They were married in October 2009 in Prince Albert and have been living there ever since. We were able to spend some time with them at Christmas and the visit was very special. It was so special to see Grandpa so happy and full of thankfulness for the gift of Elea and it was neat to get to know Elea better. I was reminded how thankful I am that God is in control of our lives and that he is the author of each of our stories. He is able to bring beauty from the ashes.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Liam turned 4 on December 20!

So I'm a bit behind on this one but better late than never. Liam invited five of his friends here on campus and we all went bowling. Ever gone bowling with four year old kids before. If not, you really haven't lived until you've done so. The cute little bowling shoes, bowling balls s-l-o-w-l-y going down the lane only to duck into the gutter before hitting the pin on the end, and a large dent in the wood of the lane due to the "rolling" of the ball. Seriously, what is not to love about this. We had a good time and then came back to our house for the rest of the party. Thankfully we planned it this way because while we were at the small bowling alley there were two other birthday parties taking place. We got back here and the Thomas the Tank Engine party commenced. We had decorations up and the kids played Thomas bingo before cutting out the Railway Track cake. I did have two engines on the track too but forgot to take pictures of that. Liam had a blast hanging out with his friends and enjoyed the day.








Sunday, January 10, 2010

Bath Time...it just doesn't get old!





I think I've said this before, but I just don't get sick of bath tub pictures. These pictures were taken in between trying to keep Libby in the tub and trying to keep Liam from pouring too much water on Libby's head. The former can be quite difficult at times. She loves to stand up in the tub and once, with Lindsay watching on in the bathroom, she slipped over the side of the tub like a seal. I didn't even know this was possible as Liam was much more willing enjoy the bathing experience from INSIDE the tub.

Tired Out?


Just before we left for Sasktoon for Christmas I was cleaning up the house and noticed that the kids had knocked over one of the snowmen. I ran and got the camera because the sight of this made me laugh. Either this little snowman had sampled too much of the holiday punch or all the preparations had just tired him out. Glad we made it through without falling on our faces. This year actually seemed less stressful than most and for that I am thankful.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Christmas Eve at the Skeldon House

Well Jen, I don't think that's a Christmas carol but if it were it would be an interesting one. Hey, that gives me an idea...

Oh, never mind.

If I had my mother's unique ability to write poetry and little diddies, I would just take a few minutes to write a song about our Christmas eve this year and have you all bursting at the seams with laughter. You should hear the one she wrote about our Christmas tree excursion when we were kids. Maybe it's only funny if you were one of the people in the van driving back from the PA forest that day with Christmas tree branches stuck in your ears...yes, THEY PUT IT IN THE VAN AND NOT ON TOP LIKE MOST FAMILIES WOULD! Either way, she is talented not only as a writer but as a mom and grandma. After the Christmas tree incident it has taken years of therapy for me to be able to say that without smelling pine, having my feet freeze up and needing to stop to go to the bathroom in the bush. Can you tell it's getting late? Someday, I'm just going to have tell you this story. Until then...

Christmas eve was great...here are some pictures...








Monday, January 04, 2010

Christmas time is here...happiness and cheer...

Okay, Christmas has actually come and gone and I'm just getting around to blogging about it but does that really surprise anybody? No? Didn't think so. Wouldn't want to overwhelm you with too many posts from A.L.L.L. in the Family.

Everyone we come in contact with since Christmas has asked us the usual question of how it went. I've been telling everyone that it was relaxing. Not something I usually say about this season. The time before we left for Saskatoon was crazy but once we got there and then back here it was very restful. We had more time on campus than usual and we really enjoyed being able to have extra family time. I actually made supper in my PJs one day...and that wasn't because I was sick or got ready for bed early. That day I was just too preoccupied with my puzzle and book to get dressed! It was wonderful. Now that we are back to real life it's time to share some pictures with you. Here are some pictures that we took on Christmas eve with my family before we opened gifts.




Brad and girlfriend, Rachel. We are really enjoying getting to know Rachel. She is a lot of fun to be with.


Liam really likes Rachel and might even have a bit of a crush on her. Whenever she was around he had to be hanging out with her. Pure girl. I think kids are like cats. They are able to figure out very quickly the people in their world that like kids and are good with them. That, and she is beautiful! As you can see here, when he heard that it was Brad and Rachel's turn for a picture he jumped right in.

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!