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And just like that, it’s 2019

Another year has arrived – another birthday passed for me, another Christmas come and gone! We didn’t travel this year to the surprise of many of our friends.  Instead, we were home and were delighted to have Cath, Terry, Noah, Laura, and Mom with us for Christmas dinner. We haven’t been home for Christmas in many years – perhaps ten…not sure but it’s been a while.

It is really wonderful to be able to have family around and to share in such a meaningful and important meal! When do most families get together – it’s usually on high holidays and it’s usually around a table.  Wendy did a spectacular job of having everything perfect! The food, the table, the decorations – what a great setting!

We did have Jason with us for a few days as he prepares to start his internship in Ottawa.  That too was wonderful and cause for much celebration.

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But now it’s the new year and the return to routine is before us.

I was telling someone recently of the Sunday in Ottawa when during the morning meeting I heard the Lord – yes I really did – tell me to ask the congregation if there was someone with “a word for us”.  This was not a normal practice for me or for the corps people so I didn’t act on it.  After the service a man, visiting from out of town approached me looking for some company for lunch – long story short – at lunch with him He told me that he had awoken that morning in his hotel room, and though he had never been to a Salvation Army corps, the Lord told him to go to give us a message.

I was floored as I suddenly understood what God had been trying to do in our presence. We had just finished three very hard years of dealing with a horrible internal issue and we were looking for healing. On that Sunday he told me that we were to continue in our faithful ways and “a time of refreshing would be coming”.

I had no idea what that would look like, but indeed some months later a time of refreshing began through the most unlikely of people in the corps who shared her story of hurt and what she called “demons”.

I remember it vividly.

So now I am praying, that 2019 will be a time of refreshing – not for the corps or for The Army though that is needed, but for our family.

I found this video recently, not the best production but the lady has a wonderful voice and is singing a song, though old, is one of my favourites and I have been humming it for some time.  Enjoy.

 

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Ottawa in September

A little while ago we took a trip to Ottawa.  We love this city and whenever we return we are flooded with memories of the five years we lived there.  We bought our first trailer shortly after we moved there.  We made some good friends there.  We lived through the ice storm.  We saw our boys grow there.  I celebrated my 40th birthday there.

One of our favourite things to do when in Ottawa is to visit the Byward Market.  Here’s a few photos from our time there.

Fresh and ugly

COLOUR in technocolour

Peppers galore

Lemon Lime

Pairs of pears

MB classic

Root veggies

Just had to include a photo

as soon as school is dismissed

The Market

At least he’s not driving

The busy market

Looking up The Hill

George Beverly Shea

I wonder how many people have a George Beverly Shea story?  I have heard many already since the news of his passing.  At 104 his life has spanned not only an immense number of years, but it has also spanned an immense number of generations.  I pick the word generations because family generations have been impacted by him and the entire Graham team of who Mr. Shea was a significant part.

My George Beverly Shea story goes back to 1998 when I was part of the organizing team for the Graham Mission in Ottawa Ontario.  From an intial team of just 7 men we worked to bring on board hundreds of churches in the area – including from Winchester Ontario where George Beverly Shea was born.  At one point in the planning process a few of the Graham team including Mr. Shea came to Ottawa to meet with us.

When we met I was taken back by his size – he was a very tall, very big man and my hand seemed to disappear inside his.  I was also taken back by how gentle and humble he seemed.  He was warm, generous with his time and attention.  He spoke at length about The Army and was well informed.

Of course he sang for us and his deep baritone voice filled the small room easily.  My favourite song that he sang is I’ld rather have Jesus.  Here’s Mr. Shea singing and talking about the history of the song.