Spring

Spring has now been with us for well over a month. Temperatures have been warmer than normal and we seem to be missing a lot of rains. We did get a good soaker a couple of nights ago and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

We planted trees just the day before the rain came. Planting trees on our property has become a bit of an annual practice. The property right around our house is very hilly. Our lawn had some slopes that would stop our four wheel drive lawn mower and were maybe not the safest to cut. Over the past four years the steepest bits have been planted to a variety of evergreen trees (200 so far). We have also planted deciduous trees, maple, ash and soft maple around the perimeter of the lawn and now inside the perimeter as well. There are about 50 of those, some came from the bush on the property while others were purchased as seedlings. Recently, I’ve been transplanting volunteer maple and ash that have grown in the flower beds.

Getting deciduous trees to start has been a bit of a hassle. The first ones we planted came from the bush about six years ago. We dug them up carefully, used a post hole digger to make a good hole, and even used a bit of bone meal to provide nutrients. While some of these trees have taken off and are now over ten feet tall, others are smaller now than when we planted them, and still others have died and been replaced. Granted, the soil where these trees a planted is not the best with sand and gravel in some areas. Where the soil is good the trees have grown.

ImageWe have actually had the best luck with the deciduous trees that came from the nursery. I don’t think that it is because the stock is so much better, but rather, because we discovered Tubex tree tubes at the same time. Deciduous seedlings, in their natural environment, grow underneath the forest canopy. I’m taking them from there and asking them to grow in the open. The tree tube protects the small tree from the wind, creates a bit of a moist environment, and creates a greenhouse effect that gives the plant a little more heat. The results are amazing compared to trees without the tube. The trees reach out of the tube and will grow two to three feet in a year compared to the six inches that their non tubed brothers and sisters manage.

Last week, just before the rain, we put in a hundred more evergreens, balsam fir, white pine, red pine, and white spruce. I have less lawn to cut again and we will need to put up with a few years of ugly, waiting for the trees to have enough height to be seen above the grass. The wait will be worth it.

Of all the things I love most about spring, the best is wandering around looking at how all the things we have growing here change. I love to imagine the possibility of rows of trees towering over me. Spring is such an amazing time of growth and renewal.

God is at work in all of it.

Another Semester Gone

Tonight, I went to the last Waterloo Lutheran Seminary class of the winter 2012 semester. At the beginning of the class I handed in the last assignment as well, a 29 page exegesis of Philippians 2:1;13. Before this year I never could have imagined that I could write over 7000 words about a piece of the Bible that is about 250 words long. Now I can. That’s progress, isn’t it?

The class was short tonight so I’m home a little earlier than usual, just after 10 pm. I’m tired and sick. Went to the doctor yesterday for antibiotics to fight off the second dose of bronchitis this year. I’m sure that the sickness has to do with trying to do too much and running myself down, but, I don’t have time to slow down.

I start Greek on Thursday and still have four weeks of an online course ahead of me as well. In May, I’ll start an undergrad philosophy course that is required to round out my undergraduate degree, now over 30 years old, to the specifications of Calvin Seminary.

The journey goes on and it has been a bit uphill. There is flatter trail ahead (I hope)

For Everything There is a Time.

The Revised Common Lectionary uses the following passage as one of the readings for New Year’s Eve. Many of us know the first eight verses, maybe not the words exactly but the back and forth contrasting style of the “times”. These words have be made popular musically and they ring true in our lives. There is a time for good and bad, for happy and sad, for singing and silence. Our lives are contrasts.

I wondered why the lectionary passage continued past the familiar first eight verses. It seems to move into another territory. And yet, tucked away in the words of toil, is that small statement that says so much “moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds”. We are able to compare one time to another. We can write our Christmas letters from memory. We can dream about what the future could hold. What a gift!

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: 2a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; 3a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away; 7a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

9What gain have the workers from their toil? 10I have seen the business that God has given to everyone to be busy with.11He has made everything suitable for its time; moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. 12I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; 13moreover, it is God’s gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-12, NRSV)

New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day are a good time for remembering and dreaming. We have been blessed here in this household again in the past year. God continues to walk along beside us on our journey (it’s a good thing because He knows the destination). We continue to look forward to what the next days, weeks, and months will bring. I hope that you can as well.

Happy New Year

 

A Job Finished…Well Almost

You may remember my post from a couple of weeks ago, written as we began a construction project to house our hot tub in a more pleasant location. Well the job is virtually finished. Our contractor did an amazing job finishing his part of the project in four days…by himself. We finished putting down the patio on Saturday. I still need to build a flowerbed at the end but apart from that, its done.

We moved the hot tub in today with the help of a neighbor with pallet forks on his tractor. He helped to push it into the corner, where it takes up a little less room than expected.

Last night we invited folks from church to see the pictures of our Camino trip earlier this summer. They enjoyed our new “fire bowl” which allows us to have a fire right on the patio. It was a little crowded for the twenty or so that showed up.  The roof was really appreciated when it started to rain.

Doing Penance for Going on a Pilgrimage

I think it was in physics that I learned that every action has an equal and opposite reaction.  That statement could likely be boiled down to everything has a cost.

We are paying for our trip to Spain.  We knew there were some costs besides the out-of-pocket expenses and the cost of the actual trip.  In a previous blog post, I had already anticipated some of them.  The ones that I had not figured on are showing up now.

I had not really thought that the lawn and yard would be such a mess.  We had talked about hiring someone to cut the grass, but our lawn is not really the safest lawn to cut. It is steep, there is a pond to contend with, and we have quite a few small trees that I would not want anyone to have to feel bad about cutting off by accident.  So…we left it.  When we returned, the parts that grow well were more than knee-high.  Lawn mowers are not designed to cut that sort of stuff.  We cut it on Friday and again on Saturday. We raked and stacked a lot of hay between cuttings and could likely rake it again now.  It looks better, like someone actually lives here. Hopefully another cutting on Tuesday (tomorrow) will bring it under control.

When we left, it was almost too early to work on the flower beds.  The tulips had just started to bloom. Now it is almost too late.  We spent a couple of hours today pulling weeds and actually found some flowers buried below.  We have more to do and mulch to put down before this job is on track.

These jobs, manual as they are, leave us with time to think.  The Camino is still with us.  We really are having a hard time to get motivated to do the everyday things that need to be done. We might still be able to point the finger at jet lag, but that excuse is starting to get old.

Is normal coming?

Edmonton Airport, Heading Home

My time in Edmonton is over. It did not turn out exactly the way that I had planned, but, in the end was a fine experience.

Changes to plans started on Sunday night when I went to pick up my rental car.  I got to the rental agency just before it closed because the flight to Edmonton was a little late.  My reservation was there and the helpful woman started working on my rental agreement.  All went well until she asked for my driver’s license.  I got out my wallet and was really surprised, at first, to see that it was not there.  I had taken it out in the afternoon and photocopied it for another project I was working on. It was still in the office at home.  No license, no car.

I got a taxi to the hotel.

In the end, no car was not a bad thing.  The manager of the Edmonton facility where I was doing training is an old friend and was more than happy to ferry me arround with not a quiet moment in all of our time together.  As he dropped me off at the airport he jokingly said that next time I should be smarter about my license.  I reminded him that we would not have had such a good time together if I had remembered it.

Training went well, at least from the response from my students.  We basically did about 12 hours of workshop style question and answers.  At the end I was tired.

I also had a chance to have supper with R and JW last night.  Other than sitting for a while on two opposite sides of Boston Pizza not realizing that the other had arrived, we had a good visit and look forward to seeing them again in August.

So…its back to Hebrew flash cards while I wait for my flight and on the flight …….

Down to the Last Week

The semester is coming to a close.  The last week has been sort of frantic with paper writing.  There were five papers due on either the 30th or the 1st.  Two of them were major assignments, the other three were pieces that need to be done for courses that carry on into next semester. Still, a big pile at the end.

Since nothing was due this week, I moved the due dates for two of the assignments, for myself, to this week.  I handed them in so that I would not be tempted to go back to them to make them better.  They are gone.  So I am left with three.  One of those, a history paper on Pelagius (try to stay awake, it really is exciting stuff) is about half done.  A theology paper on Jesus and his stumbling blockedness is also due Tuesday and is causing me some trepidation because the last paper for this class earned me a lower mark than the previous three and I’m not exactly sure why.  The prof for the contextual ministry class gave us all a reprieve last week and moved her due date to the seventh of December so once the other two are done, I will start on hers.

It’s a lot of stuff.  Along with that Threefold Consulting was getting a bit behind, so I needed to spend today working at things there to catch up.

Pelagius….here I come!!!!

Fall is in Full Swing

Today was a beautiful fall day.  Right now the sun is setting and the sky to the west is a fuchsia pink that is setting the reds and yellows of the trees off nicely.  I like fall days with cooler morning temperatures and that crisper cleaner feeling to the air.

I should be outside, gardening maybe.  The lawn has continued to grow and is getting a bit ahead of me.  The flower beds should be dealt with, dead stuff needs to come out and the bulbs should be moved around.  There are a couple of seedling trees that have grown up with the flowers that I would like to move to a better place in the lawn. An iris bed that I had intended to move by now.  The list goes on.

All this should get done, but instead, I am inside writing about a Chinese hymn (1500 words) and Pelagius (annotated bibliography).  I also need to read a couple of hundred pages before Tuesday morning. Next week there is a Greek assignment due. (I thought that I wouldn’t have to learn Greek, but that has changed).  I need to write an analysis of today’s childrens story (if you would like to see it go to http://www.lucknowccrc.ca/service it starts at about 28 minutes) Doing the story was challenging,and fun.

Things feel better than they did a couple of weeks ago though.  Then I was faced with what looked like 17 essays, 8000 pages of reading,  and “how would I get all that done”. Now with a few of them behind me and realizing that they do come at a steady pace through the semester, I can see that it can be done.  I also feel myself moving away from work mode into student mode.

I do need to make sure that I don’t take on too much consulting work.  Last week a dealer, for whom I had not done anything in years, called looking for dairy support.  I went Monday and did the work, but I had already agreed to work for another dealer which had to happen on Thursday.  Neither were full days but taken together added up to too much. For next week, there is one ration to run, but no promises for farm calls.  I will answer my phone and deal with issues that way.  It may need to stay like that for a while.

Meanwhile, we will enjoy fall.

The journey is flat, some hills ahead

The weeks of summer seem to have taken on a quiet, relaxing, even peaceful feeling.  Nothing feels high pressure.  There is no particular focus either.

It’s not that I sat around doing nothing this week.  The yard has never looked better.  The water damage to the driveway has been repaired.  About three cords of firewood is cut and stacked in the bush for the winter of 2011.  I worked a day and a half on Threefold Consulting  and got the billing and month end statements done (with J’s help).  My last elder’s meeting happened and a meeting to plan the updated web page for the church.  The camping trailer is out of storage and the broken vent repaired.  We put something over 100km on the bikes.  A potluck was attended and fireworks were enjoyed with friends.

The pressure is gone.  The finger-pointing, the demands for action plans to solve the  unsolvable , the constant push to perform and to squeeze performance out of others (or else) is happily gone from the scene.  I can revel in what I do accomplish and finish and at the end of the day be  satisfied that it was enough.

Goals are important and a certain amount of pressure in life is likely healthy.  Those will be part of life again, I am sure.  I think that when the goals are mine and the pressure comes from inside me rather than from outside sources, dealing with the pressures and reaching (or not) the goals is a lot more satisfying.

This week the academic committee at WLS dealt with my petition to switch from the MTS program to MDiv.  It was approved.  My name was quickly passed on to the Dean of Chapel.  I guess there are more responsibilities with this program than just showing up for class.  Something about worship planning and a rota.

Have I mentioned the License to Exhort?  Our denomination likes to vet on those lay preachers who preach in their pulpits to when the regular minister is away or the church is vacant.  This is done on the classis level and involves preaching on an assigned text at a classis meeting and being examined on biblical knowledge and theology in front of the meeting.  I have considered trying to go through this process for a number of years.  Now the time seemed right.  I will be examined on September 15 2010.  To date I have not been assigned a text.  This could become a source of some stress over the next couple of months.  It’s not that I am concerned about my ability to speak in front of a group of my peers, but to speak in front of a group of 20 ministers who are listening critically, looking for miss steps is something else.

Likely more about that topic as the day gets closer.

The journey right now is a little flat, but I can see a few hills coming.

Identity Loss

This week it feels like my identity is bleeding away.

You have to realize that us guys get a lot of our identity from our jobs, the things we do.  One of the questions that will be asked shortly after two guys meet for the first time is “So, what do you do” or “Where do you work”.  We judge each other based on the perceived importance of our positions.

Wednesday was my last day as an employee of a national livestock feed company.  I had worked there for the past two years.  Prior to that, I worked for a division of the largest livestock feed company in North America which was sold to my last employer.  In both cases, I held senior management roles.  Even though I did not particularly enjoy my job and had difficulties with the values of my last employer, my image, and identity were strongly intact.  I was an important guy there.

Yesterday was my last day as an elder in our church.  Our denomination has a policy that rotates the leadership of our churches, normally on a three-year basis.  We had some tough things happen in our past that got in the road of the norm and I ended up serving nearly four years.  Those years were challenging and rewarding.  God has blessed our congregation, and I have been blessed as well.  I was proud to identify myself as one of the leaders of this church, but that to is over.

Driving home from church yesterday, I felt like I had lost something and I felt a little lost as well.  I know that new things are coming, and I am excited about those, but, my old identity and the major parts of my life that made up that identity were a little like a comfortable shoe.  I could walk through the world knowing who I was and knowing how to act in that role.

I also know that those two things aren’t the full story of who I am, but they have left a pretty big hole now that they are gone.