Greta's Digest/Blog
Approximately 100 friends honored us with their presence yesterday at our 60th Wedding anniversary!
The music provided by Connections and Rob Hess was outstanding....every one wanted to know where we found them! We and many others wept as Rob sang "O Holy Night." We had never heard it sung like that! It was as though we had been transported to those very moments on the holy hills of Nazareth.
Faith, Grant, Irene and Anne worked very hard. The Homemade pies and beautiful chocolate cake soon disappeared. Our grandson, Jordan, was emcee extraordinaire!
Emails from many parts of the world were read. Brent cleverly prepared 60 Years of Family history on video. Different season's of family life showing how much and how often we each had changed. Good changes! The evening was epitomised by old friends meeting old friends. How good it was! Just the way we wanted it!
For Art and I it was an affirming evening of knowing that we had not labored in vain. Believe me, there is not a smidgeon of vanity in that statement. All credit and glory belongs to the Three in One and the One in Three Who called us both in our youth. Art was16 and I was 12 when we heard the call. God took us to Eston Bible College in 1947 so we could meet each other. I came from the west coast and Art came from south east Saskatchewan. Our first date was a moonlight walk on the glistening white snowbanks along the outskirts of the little town of Eston. We were married 18 months later, October 1st 1949, on the west coast.
In three years we had our first child; we named her Glenna Faith. Three years later our first son, Lowell Ramsay Arthur was born. Five years later, to our surprise, Brent James Douglas arrived! They and their spouses, Grant, Kande and Tracy, respectively, have brought us much joy. They've given us 7 bright, good looking grandchildren and two, (soon to be three) treasures...our great - grandchildren. We bless our seed each day with the Favor of God. It seems to be working! God is good!
Then there is you! We prize your friendship more than you can know.
Art and I bless you and your seed with promised provision for body, soul and spirit.
He who has called you, will also do it!
We're shining on . . . together!
Greta
Silence is golden; but sometimes it's just yellow . . .
Silence is golden; but sometimes it's just yellow . . .
"I'm a woman sitting here, with all my words intact,
like a basket of green fruit. "
Rosario Castellanos, "Silence Near an Ancient Stone"
1952
The other day I encountered an 'ancient male mindset.... a belief system set in stone' .
I have to admit it ranckled me at first. His arrogance pointed to a proud and controlling spirit. I felt immediate compassion for his wife.
People of both genders who know the truth have no business allowing the powers of darkness to silence them on any point that matters. Silence is not a thing we make; it is something into which we're sometimes forced to enter. . . having so much to say but nary a moment to say it in.
"The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others
and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, because
when we would want to speak,
the policy is to be silent,
the divine floods of light and life flow no longer into our souls. "
Elizabeth Cady Stanton in her speech to the
National American Woman Sufferage Assoc. (1890)
It was a wonderful day, when Jesus took the gag-order of vain traditions off the female gender by letting them announce the truth of the resurrection. From that traditional standpoint, was brother Paul speaking from his jewish roots when he forbade women to speak in the church? Methinks so. And the male gender in certain circles today still want to make it church policy.
Ecclesiastes is right; there is a time to be silent and a time to speak. However, that is speaking of a silence of personal choice. Silence can be golden when you desire God's Presence. It closes down the racket made by an urgent schedule. Sitting in silence in a quiet place gives God a chance to bless you, no matter your gender.
I encourage my sisters to reveal the dark secrets they have carried since childhood.
Step out of the code of silence religion has placed on you, and begin to open your mouth and declare your personhood ; acknowledging who Christ is in you and who you are in Him. Your own tongue can set you free! With Christ you can do all things.
What on Earth is God Doing
“What on Earth is God Doing . . . where on Earth is He . . . ?”
She was savvy and brilliant, bold and beautiful . . . a 23 year old business woman looking me straight in the eye! Her questions were poignant . . . things which I always took for granted about God were mysterious to her. Buddha was in but the Most High God seemed to be out!
I knew I was looking at an angry, empty, disillusioned heart that had been raised in a Christian home and Sunday school. Religious cliché’s spoken in Christian-ese were definitely inappropriate in that moment as the questioning continued:
“You say ‘God told you’! How did he tell you? How did you know it was God!
He never, ever, speaks to me. If he’s ‘filling the earth’ I sure haven’t seen Him!
My heart was disturbed! Sleep has been intermittent in the night hours as I lay awake asking God for wise insight into this young woman’s heart. How can one be honest, insightful and really wise without doing more damage to this seeking yet untrusting soul?
I had written the words of an African American pastor we heard back in the nineties while attending a Pastors conference in Scotland. Methinks I was ‘divinely led’ this morning to the inside back cover of my Bible where I found these words:
“In the 1950’s a Satanic Group in America prayed that the Christian churches would separate its generational groups so that there would be no generational transfer of truth and customs. Because each generation has something to offer, signs and wonders would disappear. If we separate them, old men couldn’t pass on dreams; therefore young men won’t have visions. The son’s and daughters won’t prophecy. God’s truth will then die”
Since the early seventies there’s been a sinister communication breakdown in the church between the generations. This young ladies parent’s were born in the sixties, at the very time a new teaching program called Departmentalization was birthed and bought by evangelical churches of all denominations. The plan was: “Take the children out of the sanctuary and teach them according to their age. Separate them from their parents and grandparents.” I remember being bothered in those years while pastoring several churches where ‘departmentalization’ was the ‘in-thing’. Everyone was doing it!
Could it be that we, the parenting generation who, back then, swallowed hook, line and sinker a false teaching that has deprived our grandchildren of a personal knowledge of God that seemingly was not passed on to them. Today we are paying a high price for the souls of our children. We have ignored God’s directions for generational transfer of His Truth and Ways to succeeding generations. Must we repent? I think so. God Help Us to reConnect with our young once again!