Wednesday, August 06, 2003

From An Acceptable Time by Madeleine L'Engle. The words are hers, the pictures are from my trip.

"Hold me in peace while sleeping

Wake me with the sun's smiling

With pure water slake my thirst

Let me be merry in your love."

Reading fiction by authors like Madeleine L'Engle makes me more aware of the mysteries that exist in this world. I think she delves into some of the true mysteries of God and his universe - things that are way beyond our comprehension. I like the way she approaches science - as being a part of the mystery but not all of it. I know it is only fiction, but it speaks to the mystic in me and helps me to accept as unknowable by me, but true none the less, some of the great events and truths described in the Bible.

She talks about the power of words.
"Words -runes, for instance - were sometimes misused. They were meant to bless, but they were sometimes called on for curses...Yes runes were sometimes abused, but it was never forgotten that they had power...
"But Polly, interested, asked, 'You mean the old rhyme 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me' is wrong?"
"The bishop agreed. 'Totally.' "...
"The bishop continued, 'That little rhyme doesn't take into account that words have power, intrinsic power. I love you. What could be more powerful than that small trinity? On the other hand, malicious gossip can cause horrible damage."

And for an author whose medium of communication is words, words have incredible power. Through them we are taught all sorts of things, complex ideas are transmitted to us, and through them we can share thoughts and even a part of what makes us who we are. We should never underestimate their effect on others.
The introvert's paradise! I don't think I talked to more than a half dozen people in the last 48 hours. The guy when I checked in, the lady in the store below my room, a woman with a dog by the beach and a family playing some throwing game I had to dodge around at the beach. Oh yeah! And God. I had lots of time to talk to God over the past few days and not a single interruption. I was out of range for my cell phone. My family knew where I was and I figured the RCMP could always find me if there was a serious emergency.

I came back to Prince Albert on the back roads from Anglin Lake. The road was pretty rough but nice in a bumpy sort of way. I found a quiet spot right beside the National Park boundary that was perfect to sit and read in - right by the lake. I will post my pictures over the next few days.

I don't I've ever had the freedom to do such a retreat sort of couple of days all by myself before. Usually I have several children along and that does take the "no interruptions" part out of the picture altogether. We mothers willingly give up a good part of the privacy in our lives when we have children and it is just an inevitable part of the raising of children. Nothing we especially begrudge but when a chance comes to have some time to ourselves it is precious. Thanks Leo who tried to play housedad this last few days. At last count all children are alive and well!

Over the next few days I may find the words to share some of what God talked to me about along with my pictures. Read some good stuff in books too. Now I must do a little assignment for Sara - write a fantastic Bio for her surprise soccer player card.

Monday, August 04, 2003

Words. That's what we bloggers mostly deal in. Sometimes they flow out so effortlessly. Sometimes it is hard to say what your heart really feels. And there are times when we write or speak quickly without thought. Once spoken or posted it is hard to take them back.

Why don't we watch our words more closely? They may look pretty on the page or sound very knowledgeable and sophisticated but what ugly thoughts they can portray. We may think we are clever to use words that sting, are cynical, full of irony - cruel words. We try to make ourselves look so right, so in the know. But we are only trying to exalt ourselves at the expense of someone else.

Words can hurt. They can hurt more than "sticks and stones". The invisible wounds are not evident at first but sometimes the soul wounds never heal. They fester and the illness planted in us by them becomes a chronic disease that eats away at our self-confidence until we can't handle anything more and we begin to die. We don't dare to live anymore because criticism gets too hard to bear. The joy goes. The light goes out. Cruel words can kill - slowly.

I think that is why Jesus said what he did to the Pharisees of his day.
" A good person produces good words from a good heart, and an evil person
produces evil words from an evil heart. And I tell you this, that you must give an
account on judgment day of every idle word you speak. The words you say
now reflect your fate then; either you will be justified by them or you will be
condemned." Matthew 12: 35 to 37.

All of us who care about the Coopers are also hurt by some cruel words they were sent. I, like many others, are hoping that Jordon and Wendy will continue to blog because they are a blessing to lots of us out here in cyberspace and in real life too. God, Please bring healing as only you can.

Sunday, August 03, 2003

We worshiped in the lower sanctum today. Around tables no less - except for some of the older folks who took over the sofa - my dad included. It was good. It was good to think about how to be salt and light to our city. Now we just have to actually put it into action - that is the hard part. To find how God wants to use us and then do something about it instead of just pondering over the idea - forever - and never get anything happening. (And no! We will not look for committee members to organize this! That would surely kill it!)

We shared in communion today as well. To me this is the highlight of every month as far as my liturgical experiences go. To share in an act of remembrance so significant - well it is just very special to me. It reminds me every time what a great sacrifice he made and how he gave up so freely all he ever had to save us. First in the incarnation - God giving us his son to live among us becoming every bit as human as we are. Then in his death - giving up his very life for us so that we do not have to be defeated by evil. And we have the hope of living forever with him so that whatever we encounter on this pretty scary earth is not all there is.

We were out of comfortable pews today and it was OK. No one complained that I know of.

After church we had more than the usual numbers helping to wash up too. That was a small blessing in itself. I sent Michelle, my daughter-in-law on ahead to our house to start getting lunch ready. We put it in the oven and headed out for a quick trip to a potters house and workshop.

Michelle always has the neatest ideas for gifts and the wedding they are attending is special so a special gift is needed. She told me of some of the ideas she had but passed on - she is an environmentalist with strong links to our Saskatchewan land. One idea was taking the body of a dead but undamaged(for the most part she said) toad of some sort and having it bronzed. But she thought that although she would love it she wasn't sure the friend's bride would be. Another was the hawk she found and had mounted but thought the bride might have the same reaction as with the toad.

The pottery is very special. It is the form of a bison. A beautiful rich brown hue with just the right amount of darker brown mottling. The artist who sculpts these incorporates the ground remains of prairie buffalo bones into the clay. So they are a bit real bison. What a beautiful gift - a work of art and a bit of Saskatchewan.

Saturday, August 02, 2003

Today was another day with lots of gardening going on. I even got Sara to join me(with the promise of a little cold cash) in hacking down and pulling out a batch of weeds by the fence. Looks a bit better in the driveway. And I whacked down some weeds that were really wild in the old dog run we have in the back. They were beginning to cover up the clump of volunteer raspberries and so I was rewarded with a tasty treat. The old blossoms on the rose bushes all were deadheaded and everything got watered.

It is good to be physically working in the yard sometimes. I hope I get a bit tanned from it without getting burned of course. I'm always so pale. Comes from being the whitest one of the bunch maybe.

For lunch we(Sara and I) went out with Annette, Kieran and Annette's Auntie Coleen. Kieran was his usual quiet contented self until the end when he decided it was time we gave him something to eat too. Only one of us could do that so he broke up our party and went home with mom to eat.

I finished reading Leonard Sweet's Soul Cafe today too. There is too much stuff in there to retain at one reading. I'll probably put it down for awhile and then go back to it. It is a bit like being at a banquet table with all of the richest dishes in front of you. You'd like to eat it all but it is impossible so you have to keep taking just enough to get a taste and then go back and eat again and again. But you also have to push away from it all and do some digesting too. I think I need time to digest for awhile.
Last night got the news that an old friend had gone Home. He and his wife were, at one time, missionaries in the Congo. They had left the Congo before we arrived but came out for a short working visit during our time there. And he was a medical doctor so we spent a good deal of time together while they were there. They returned to Canada during their retirement and we visited a few times. Always lots of fun - reminiscing about Congo stuff, sharing jokes and stories. He had a very aggressive form of cancer so it has only been a short time since the diagnosis. A very short time. He chose not to do the chemotherapy. Letting go and going on. Now he is Home.

God,
Bring peace and comfort into Vangie's life right now. Bring her and her children the strength they need to get through the next few days - the numbing days of loss and funeral busyness. Continue to be there with them as the days go on and the loss becomes more real.

May the memory of Vern and his life continue to inspire all of us who knew him.

Amen

Friday, August 01, 2003

Today was another gardening day. Weeds seem to grow about twice as fast as the flowers. But the flowers I do have are probably at their best now. I have this one on my desktop.

One of the things I like best about my home is the yard. It is like a bit of wild park and in the summer with all the trees in full leaf it is very private. And if you don't look too closely you won't see the weeds.

I must confess that today was mostly spent being lazy. I guess you could say I was unwinding but I think most of it was just downright laziness. Oh well tomorrow I can always make up for it.

Thursday, July 31, 2003

Whoopee!!! I am officially on vacation. There are some years when vacations are great but this year I am so needing a vacation! Three whole weeks to recuperate so I can go back to work for another year. Actually it's not that bad since we go back at the end of August to a 4 day week the first week we are back and then we have a long weekend right away again. I think I'll survive.

My oldest son just dropped in to use our laundry facilities and shower before he heads somewhere up by Dore Lake to help fight fires. He works for Sands Septic and the pumping capacity is used not only to pump out hog barn lagoons but to draw water from lakes to fight fires. After about a week of this he and his wife head down to Washington D.C. where he will be best man for his best friend's wedding.

Monday, we all will help my sister and brother-in-law celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. That will be fun. And then I am heading up to one of the lakes nearby to have my own private retreat. Three days to myself. For me that is something I haven't been able to do for many years. When you have a houseful of children it is hard to get away without taking some of them along. I need to restore my sanity this time. Maybe it shows! Oh my goodness - maybe that is why my husband encouraged me to do this!

Actually we are anticipating the addition of three more children to our home - if their visas come through. If this takes place, I won't be getting a lot of breaks for the next little while. Two ten year olds and a 14 year old (besides the 17, 15 and 14 yr olds still left at home) should keep me occupied I think. If God pulls this off then it will work out OK but I won't have much free time. They could be here as soon as September.

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

The kids arrived in Tennessee. Just got a phone call from my two. They called with the most popular request kids everywhere make - please send more money. I guess there was a slight mixup and no day before or day after reservations were made for them. So it will cost a few extra dollars. I have really come to appreciate internet banking. Only trouble is, it is too easy for kids to catch on too.

The kids will learn an important lesson about travel - check the reservations. I guess we parents can be held partly responsible. Next time...

I really regret the extra hassle this will cause the two counselor/chaperones.

Any way on a more upbeat note - Grace left me a wonderful little note under my pillow before she left. It is a very special note to me because what she said was so significant in the light of some stuff that has happened this week in her life. I am praying that God will meet her in a very special way at CHIC this week- Christian as well.

This morning Grace McK and I were at the church for Gate Crashers. As we sat and shared and prayed together, I was made aware of the deep need I have to develop meaningful relationships with fellow Christians. I need the support of their prayers and they of mine. And we talked about the need to mentor our young people as they grow in the faith but how hard it is to get a legitimate entry into their lives. This is something - one of the many things - we need to do in our church community . But it can't be some program set up. It has to grow out of a genuine interest in each other.

God,
Help me be part of the building process. Show me, timid, introverted me, where I can be useful. Help me to discover ways to connect with some of the young people in our church and take the initiative to do something to make the connection.

And God help those kids down at CHIC to discover You in new ways this week. Let the difficulties of traveling fade away in the light of seeing and meeting with you this week. Do not let the problems they have run into overwhelm them or their leaders. And help us parents not to be critical and petty about whose fault it was that some things did not get done "right". Give us the grace to allow some forgiveness for errors made. Protect our kids while they are in Tennessee.

Amen

I was just thinking - Christ traveled much farther from his home and at a much younger age. He knows all about the complications of traveling and finding no room at the end of the journey. He'll be there with our kids. I think we can count of that!

Tuesday, July 29, 2003

We received a summary of a speach given by Joan Chittister from a friend of ours. Wow, it contains a powerful message! You can read more about Joan here. I don't care what your opinions are on the ordination of women to ministry in the church - she says some powerful stuff!

Here's a copy of the report we received:
More meat than mince

Church isn't meant to be non-prophet, nun tells Women's Gathering

by Alexa Smith

LOUISVILLE - In her sermon during the final plenary of the 2003
Churchwide Gathering of Presbyterian Women last weekend, Sister Joan
Chittister didn't mince words.

Making nice is just not her style.

Chittister, one of the first journalists to criticize the Bush
administration in print for its war-making, has insisted repeatedly that
it does matter whether the government decided on the basis of bad
intelligence to invade Iraq, and that it does matter whether U.S.
officials lied about the urgency of destroying what apparently may have
been non-existent weapons of mass destruction.

In Louisville, she took on the Church, capital "C" - without naming names.

She told her audience that too many religious institutions - run by
establishment-comfy, offering-conscious clergy or pietistic bureaucrats
- would rather "bind up wounds made by the system, but do nothing to
change the system that is doing the wounding."

In other words: Real ministry means exposing the underlying causes of
suffering, not being satisfied merely to be present - to use a "churchy"
term - with those who suffer.

Chittister challenged her listeners to do better than clergy and church
leaders who fear that speaking prophetically might cut into their
offerings and their numbers: "Our ministry must be not only to comfort,
but to challenge the state, community and church," she said. "Not just
to attend to the pain, but to advocate for change; to be not just a
vision, but a voice; not simply to care for the victims of the world,
but also to change the institutions that victimize them."

That is what is required of Christians who balance contemplation and
action, who refuse to simply "play church" or be tempted to settle for
bureaucracy, weekday mysticism and office management, she said.

In a gathering of more than 4,000 women that was otherwise subdued,
Chittister's words brought her listeners to their feet. The diminutive
nun was applauded loudly and long as she stepped out of the spotlight
and offstage.

The reason people tend to sell prophetic witness short? It costs too much.

"The church became part of the establishment," Chittister said over a
breakfast of eggs benedict the morning after she preached. Somehow, she
said, personal spirituality and action - especially political critique -
got separated in the minds of U.S. churchgoers who often confuse
Americanism with the Bible, and good citizenship with unquestioning
loyalty to the government.

On the other hand, she said, Jesus was a contemplative who practiced
active reflection and demanded more from his disciples than personal
faith; he wanted commitment to the process of bringing about the reign
of God.

"I never read a Bible story where it says, 'Jesus didn't want to rock
the boat, so he decided not to say anything that day.' Or, 'Jesus went
home with the rich man and decided not to say anything more,'"
Chittister said.

Chittister, whose father was a Presbyterian, is a Benedictine Sister of
Erie known nationally for her opinionated column, "From Where I Stand,"
in the National Catholic Reporter. She is engaged in international peace
work, now with the Global Peace Initiative of Women Religious and
Spiritual Leaders, which is funded by the United Nations. Her role is
leading the Women's Partnership for Peace in the Middle East, which
brings together Israeli and Palestinian women.

Chittister became a national voice as a Benedictine prioress, spiritual
director and social psychologist who refused to splinter her diverse
perspectives and insisted on applying the principles of spiritual
awakening to the political realm.

Preaching on the Transfiguration story from the Gospel of Matthew,
Chittister told Presbyterian Women that on Mount Tabor that night, Jesus
identified himself with Moses and Elijah - not David, the king, or
Aaron, the priest, Biblical characters that represent royalty and ritual.

"Jesus identified himself on Tabor ... with Moses, who led people out of
oppression, and with Elijah, whom King Ahab called 'that troubler of
Israel,' the one who condemned the compromise between true and false
gods, the one ... who exposed to the people the underlying causes of
their problems," she said.

"Jesus, the minister, identified himself not with the kings and priest
of Israel who had maintained its establishments and developed its
institutions, good as they were," she pointed out. "No, Jesus, the
healer, identified himself with the prophets, with those who had been
sent to warn Israel of its unconscionable abandonment of the covenant."

Nor does Jesus stay on the mountaintop, as Peter is prepared to
do.Instead, he comes down to the plain below, to walk among crowds of
suffering people.

Chittister said Christians are called to do more than be pietistic or
merely to move among the hurting. Ministry, she said, means exposing to
the wounded the underlying causes of "all the wounding in this world" -
and doing so in the face of opposition from those "institution-saving
types for whom saving the system is much too often a higher priority
than saving the people."

She told her audience: "Service people can pay for, and many people do.
But ministry, real ministry, is priceless, and can be done only in the
name of Jesus, not in the name of careers, professions or promotions."

The root causes of suffering in the world are many, she said, and too
few ministers speak about them.

Churches minister every day to hurting families on the verge of
financial collapse, she said, but no one speaks about the loss of
industries to Third World countries whose people are reduced to
industrial slavery.

Seldom mentioned are seniors losing Medicare benefits; the one in six
Americans who can't afford insurance; the fact that more money is put
into weapons of mass destruction than in human development.

"Let's put it this way," Chittister said. "If you were to count one
trillion $1 bills, one per second, 24 hours a day, it would take you 32
years to finish counting. But with that trillion dollars, you could buy
a $100,000 house for every family in Kansas, Missouri, Nebraska,
Oklahoma and Iowa and you could put a $10,000 car in the garage of every
one of those homes. Then there would be enough money left to build 250
$10 million libraries and 250 $10 million hospitals for every city in
those states. And after that, there would still be enough money left
over to put in the bank and, from the interest alone, pay 10,000 nurses
and 10,000 teachers and still give a $5,000 bonus to ever family in
those five states. That's what one trillion dollars will buy in this
country today.

"But Star Wars, the 'death star' weapon being sold as a defense system
but which most credible scientists say can't possibly work, now - this
morning, while we sit here - has already cost more than that. And, the
Brookings Institution tells us, nuclear weaponry alone already carries a
price tag of over $5 trillion."

Such demons, Chittister told her listeners, are not driven out by
insight, vision, contemplation and compassion, nor by organizational
niceties, canon law or clericalism.

"This kind is driven out only by prayer," she said, "by 'putting on the
mind of Christ,' not by putting on more titles, or roles, or uniforms,
or offices, or money. This kind is driven out by soul-sightedness, only
by risk, only by courage, only by a care that supersedes cost, only by a
heart devoted to causes rather than to symptoms.

"This kind is driven out only by the spirit of Moses and Elijah, whom
kings expelled and professionals despised and the temple feared, but to
whom the people looked for truth."

Chittister said in an interview that women's ministry can be powerful in
such times, precisely because institutions seldom support them well. In
her own tradition, she said, religious women have received paltry
salaries, but managed somehow to build their own institutions and still
pay their bills.

Economic independence from the larger church, she said, allows them to
read the Gospel without wearing ecclesiastical fetters. Pastors, she
said, will tell you in a heartbeat that a hard word may be costly in
terms of money or support."Preaching the Gospel is something you do
without counting the heads," she said. (We are called) to be a leaven in
the society, not to be the population."

In her sermon, Chittister drew knowing laughter from her female
listeners by reminding them of the poor treatment of women by
institutions they serve. She criticized churches where God may be called
"rock, tree, key, wind, door and dove in centuries of litanies without
bringing the church to perdition, but ... can never, ever call the God
who is endless being, eternal womb, mother.

"How can we think we minister to women and erase them from the very
pronouns of the church?" she demanded.

Chittister said she has tried for decades to learn how to faithfully mix
contemplation and action, piety and politics. The church has tried
dogmatic clericalism, she said, and discovered that it doesn't work.
Also insufficient is simple sharing of the suffering of others, a kind
of misguided solidarity.

She said she is now counting on the concept of co-creation, the idea
that the church is creating a new model for living inside the shell of
the old.

"If you are seeing the world through the eyes of Jesus, Moses and
Elijah, you understand that you have to do something about what you see,
" she said. "You contemplate what is going on ... seeing it with your
soul. "Then you do something."

Monday, July 28, 2003

Psalm 150

1
Praise the LORD!
Praise God in his heavenly dwelling;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
2
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
3
Praise him with a blast of the trumpet;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
4
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with stringed instruments and flutes!
5
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
6
Let everything that lives sing praises to the LORD!
Praise the LORD!

Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright © 1996 by Tyndale Charitable Trust. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers.

Do you know what I wish? I wish I could dance! My feet never learned the freedom of movement that my children's feet know so well. I was taught that this was something wrong to do and so my feet never were allowed to follow the music's rythmns. It remains one of those things that I am most timid about. It is funny how some childhood training can be such an influence even into my adult life, suffocating that form of expression. There is nothing I like better - to watch the gracefulness of really good dancers. But no matter how I try, I can't get my feet to dance.

But I think that one day I'll be free to dance at last.

Someday, My Feet Will Dance !

Someday, my feet will dance,
Move in time to the music
That I hear,
That I feel,
That He plays.

Someday, my feet will be set free
Where now they're still,
Fixed to the spot,
Bound invisibly,
Too timid to move.

Someday, my feet will move
To the rhythm makers irresistible beat,
To the uninhibited
Steps and rhythms
Of His dance.

I will dance, someday, in His house!
My feet, my whole self, will dance
Unrestrained,
Full of joy.
Dance for Him!



Sunday, July 27, 2003

Today has been a day of real downers and real uppers. One of the real good things was having friends over and just having a very good time. We don't do this enough. And it was so nice out. Can't say the same for inside our house tonight though. Wish it would cool down as fast inside as out.

As for the downer stuff, well it happened. Sometimes I think the evil one likes to get his jabs in at us through the chinks in our armor. And it hurts when he gets through the defenses. And I suspect he knows my most vulnerable spot is my kids. So if he wants me to start worrying he knows how to get to me.

So help me to remember, God, your care for them and trust them into your care. And give me wisdom enough to know what to say and what not to say. Help me to be a firm but loving mom. And throw up your protective barrier around my little erring one.

Now goodnight all. I'm beat.

Saturday, July 26, 2003

Ten Things I liked the Best About the Congo

Maybe its just the warmth of this night but I am reminiscing about some good Congo memories.
1. Walking in the light of a full moon hearing the people in the neighboring village sing and dance as the drums beat.

2. Walking at night under a sky so lit by stars that no full moon was needed to see.

3. The scent of Frangi pangi and coffee blossoms

4. Sitting around the fire talking to good friends, the kids roasting ears of corn.

5. Floating in small warm Lake Kwada while on vacation

6. The variety of friends - Congolese, Belgian, Portuguese, Dutch, American and British. Merchants and missionaries, priests, sisters and co -workers

7. New Years at Bobadi. Playing Monopoly with Pere Marcel translating the chance cards from Dutch for us

8. Riding my motorbike with the warm wind on my face, little arms encircling me as we ride.

9. Bananas - just at the peak of ripeness - a whole stalk hanging there. Pick and eat.

10. Incredible hospitality, incredible generosity
Our congregation has chosen to sponsor two young men, refugees, to come to Canada. We have been in the process for four years now. The guys are from the Congo and are presently in the Cameroon waiting. They are in Cameroon because that is where they were asked to go to have their refugee interviews. Before that they were in the Central African Republic. They left for the Cameroon just before civil war broke out in earnest in the Central African Republic. Before that they walked about 300 Kms to leave the Congo at the height of the civil war in north western Congo. Their lives have been in limbo ever since.

These guys are fortunate enough. We send them the bare necessities they need to survive. And we have been able to help them enroll in carpentry classes and English classes while they wait. Can you imagine waiting so long with total uncertainty?

MCC is the organization under which we are sponsoring. They and we are getting frustrated to the point of looking for answers from some people higher up on the bureaucratic ladder. There is no reason for the long delays in getting refugees to Canada. These are legitimate refugees with groups ready to sponsor them and help them make the adjustment to Canadian life.

Proverbs 3: 27 to 28
"Do not withhold good from those who deserve it when it is in your power to help them. If you can help your neighbor now, don't say 'Come back tomorrow, and then I'll help you.' "

I don't think the immigration people live by this rule! The whole system seems to be set up to keep people out not to help those who qualify to come.

Friday, July 25, 2003

Steve McMillan up in Yellowknife,NWT is blogging. Link to Ponder this and have a read.
I have been dialoging with Leighton on his The Cost of Community. Then this morning my reading was this: Matthew 13: 24 to 30.

Here is another story Jesus told: "The kingdom of Heaven is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. But that night as everyone slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew. The farmers servants came and told him,'Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds!'
" 'An enemy has done it!' the farmer exclaimed.
" ' Shall we pull out the weeds?' they asked.
"He replied, 'No, you'll hurt the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds and burn them and to put the wheat in the barn.' "
Do you know that it has only taken 33 years for us to go from this to this! See we are still smiling! All in all it has been a good 33 years.

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Today we had a call from Jacques in the Congo. We are in the process of applying for visa'a for the younger siblings of Patrick and Christain to come and attend school here. They are in a situation that is not altogether safe, especially considering a lot of sexual/moral risks for young girls growing up there. Jacques has some serious concerns for his son and daughters.

Anyways, the papers we sent from here have arrived and Jacques sets out now for Abijan in the Ivory Coast with the children. That is a long trip with three kids and the end results are not a sure thing. It will be stressful for them I am sure. Our prayers are that they will be granted student visas.

I am also going to have to adjust to having three new members of the family if they come. And for that I will need lots of prayer. Leo will work harder to support a few more kids. I will have all the mothering issues that will most surely come up especially with two ten year old girls leaving their mother for a stranger at such a critical time in their emotional lives. Yikes! Pray hard!
Yesterday was an interesting day at work. It was a day when I had to get some things done that I was struggling with. Some technical glitches like a broken root canal file and a difficult appliance to fit. Now this day could have been totally frustrating but it turned out to be a day well spent. I'm not one of those people that glibly say that I prayed and God fixed everything. I was working hard but I also know God is always there with me.

The root canal file broke the last time I was working on the tooth. So I had to tell the patient and get her back to attempt to get it out. The cutting edge of the file is embedded in the surface of the nerve chamber. (That is how we file away the surface to get a smooth cone shaped interior that will accept the filling and have it fit snuggly.) Then the file is turned, removing the interior surface leaving it smooth. Only this time the tip of file remained embedded in the dentin surface. It kind of blocks the canal when this happens and sometimes we just leave it and fill up to the broken file. This piece was broken right up in the entry to the canal so I couldn't do that. It had to come out or else the tooth had to be removed.

I worked for awhile trying to get down past the file with no success. Then I got out this little gadget that produces ultrasonic vibrations and it worked. Out came the little piece of file just when I was about to give up and explain to the patient that I was going to have to take her tooth out.

You would think that would be the end of the story - no way! I had to finish the smoothing so the root canal filling would fit well. I picked up another file - the same size- Brand New so it shouldn't break right? One single turn of the file and I was back to square one. Out came the ultrasonic gadget again and again it came out. A huge silent prayer of thanks went up to God on my part!

The appliance fit well too. Finally after two remakes! And I was able to help my locums dentist with a difficult extraction and show her an easier way. And the student learned a good lesson in not jumping to conclusions - took his time to diagnose a case that was difficult to sort out. So all in all it was a good day.

When I was in Vancouver, my cousin asked me if I really liked being a dentist. Yeah, there are some days when I love it - and not just the easy days when nothing goes wrong. I never have to work alone - God is always there. He made the stuff I work on so shouldn't I expect a little help from Him when I need it!

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

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