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March 16th, 2012

Beginning of Wisdom: Fear of God

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By Jean Jantzen

Don’t think you’re on the right road, just because it’s a well-beaten path.
The inclination of 20th century societies to disregard God has resulted in social degeneration foreseen in the first chapter of Romans as a direct result of failing to fear God. “When they knew God, they glorified Him not as God…”so God gave them their pleasure in unrighteousness, certainly not as a reward, but as a curse. And what a curse it has proven to be!

A common attitude we often see around us is one of fearless defiance of God. This same attitude is also seen in children’s attitudes toward parents or authority figures. We live in a society that shows no respect, no reverence for anything and therefore no awe and no honour toward God. God reminds His people to ‘…learn to fear the LORD your God always.’ Why is fear important and a necessary thing to salvation? (Deuteronomy 14:23)

Properly fearing God is not a natural proclivity humans are born with, anymore than children naturally fear ⎯ respect and honour ⎯ their parents. It is something humans need to be taught.

In the Bible, “wisdom” is used to translate the Hebrew word, chokhmah, (pronounced kok-maw) meaning to be wise in thought and deed, and the Greek word, Sophia, (pronounced sof-ee-ah) meaning clear, or wise. The Scriptures make plain that wisdom that is based upon the Word of God is the only true wisdom, while carnal “worldly” wisdom is nothing more than dead-end self-righteous vanity.

There are many examples of wise God-fearing men and women in the Bible. When it comes to Samson, most would agree Samson’s feats are legendary—used in a mighty way by God, but was he a God-fearing man?

Did Samson have the wisdom to fear God in a right way? Did he grow up being respectful and in awe of Almighty God? His story began when an angel appeared to his mother. She was told to neither drink wine, nor strong drink, nor anything unclean. And she must not cut Samson’s hair. It is evident his mother feared God and obeyed the instructions she was given. Because of her actions, because of her fear of God, her child grew and became very strong. It seems that Samson was raised in a God-fearing home. But was his mother’s example of fear, honour, and obedience to God passed on to her son?

As an adult, Samson became a judge and a warrior and seemed successful in life. Yet, it might appear that in his early years Samson never did get really serious or careful about his spiritual walk with God. Samson did not develop a healthy fear and awe of God and it showed in how he lived his life. Maybe he was so strong, he forgot the source of his strength and he did not feel he had to rely on God. Samson doesn’t show respect for his folks either. If he had, he wouldn’t have behaved the way he did.

Samson wanted to marry one of the women in the enemy’s camp—a Philistine. It would have been a well-known command that Israelites, God’s people, were commanded not to marry heathen women. In even contemplating this plan of action, Samson showed he did not fear God, nor did he listen to his parents’ advice. Just ‘get me what I want and get it for me now’ was his attitude! Samson’s scandalous behaviour, for a man of God, in that social climate and culture, brought his parents much grief. (Judges 14:2-3)

When humans fail to get serious with God it shows in the way they conduct their lives. Samson was always doing his own thing. He lived for himself. He allowed his own personal desires and fondness of pretty women to dictate his actions. God’s plan for Samson was greatness, just as it is for all those God calls out of the world, but Samson’s pattern of living was indifference and arrogance. He just took things for granted and never really got serious with God. And yes, God did use Samson, in spite of himself, in a mighty way for the nation of Israel. We see the words, “the spirit of the Lord came upon him,” many times in this account. God used Samson to keep the enemy nation in check. Yet a vital ingredient in Samson’s character was missing.


We know the story about the beautiful Delilah. This little woman, whose name means delicate, was his down fall. Satan launched a clever sneak attack, using a delicate woman as a weapon against the mightiest man of Israel. And this little lady won! But the real problem wasn’t Satan’s sneak attack, but Samson’s spiritual arrogance. He was so strong and self-sufficient he had not learned to fear God. Are we like Samson, so self-sufficient and strong that we do not turn to God when we need to? Do we fear and respect God enough to ask His advice as we should?

Samson not only found himself ensnared by the charm of the temptress, but he succumbed in such a way that he was made completely vulnerable and didn’t even know it. Now if Samson had developed a healthy godly fear, he would have obeyed God’s instructions or looked to Him for help out of this temptation in the first place.

The problem was Samson felt he could handle it. He believed he was totally in charge of the situation. Samson prided himself on the assumption he could never fall. What was Samson’s prayer life like—His connection to God? We did not hear him asking God for directions. He plunged headlong and did whatever he wanted to do. Samson turned to God only when he got in a jam. Samson was selective in his obedience to God. He did not fear God enough to look to Him at all times.

Let’s examine Samson’s own words—as an example of Samson’s relationship with God. This was after he had killed a thousand men with the jawbone of a donkey.

And he was sore athirst and called on the lord, “You have given me this great deliverance into the hand of your servant and now shall I die for thirst, and fall into the hand of the uncircumcised.” (Judges 15:18)

Did you hear Samson’s words? They were challenging words. First, Samson reminded God of what God had done for him, then he put his need in the form of a demand “and now shall I die for thirst?” That’s like a child reminding a parent. “Hey, you brought me into the world, it’s up to you to see that I am taken care of.” Or, “Hey Pops, you gave me the car, it’s your job to keep it filled with gas.” Samson felt his service to God and his expectation of deliverance was a God-given right; there was no gratitude or humility in Samson’s demeanour. We don’t even hear the words, “Please God—have mercy and give me a drink” or, “Thanks for helping me through a nasty situation.” Samson’s words revealed his attitude toward God; it was not an attitude of fear and humility.

Let’s compare those words with his final prayer after he was blinded and humbled by imprisonment.

And Samson called unto the Lord, and said, “O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O God, that I may be at once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes.”(Judges 16: 28)

What a difference in attitude! He addressed God as, “O Lord God,” and his tone expressed humility, reverence, awe, and fear. This time Samson addressed God as “O Lord God,” and “O God” acknowledging God’s authority as his master and king. If we look back on his previous conversation, Samson merely addressed God casually, without respect. ‘You have given me this.’


After a lifetime of work for God, Samson finally learned to fear God, to reverence the Great God, and with that fear came wisdom—if a little late for him in his physical life. Samson chose a hard way to learn—having his eyesight taken away and having to work like a beast of burden for twenty years. But is this what it takes before some humans learn to fear and respect the awesome, almighty, majestic God of the Universe? Nevertheless, at the end of Samson’s life, I am sure God was pleased to see Samson had grown in wisdom, humility, and godly fear and his prayer was answered.

Like Samson, sometimes self-sufficiency can be a tower of strength that gets in the way of learning to fear God. Let’s not have to learn the hard way like Samson. Let’s learn to fear God now and use the wisdom He so generously grants us. God says we can learn to fear Him at the festival seasons and throughout the year— that’s a much easier way to go than Samson’s route.

This is what the LORD says: “Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom or the strong man boast of his strength or the rich man boast of his riches, but let him who boasts boast about this: that he understands and knows me, that I am the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight,” declares the Lord (Jeremiah 9:23-24).

February 3rd, 2012

The Significance of Stooping Low, are you Humble?

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Significance of Stooping Low

by Jean Jantzen

Dr. Ben Franklin once received a very useful lesson from the excellent Dr. Cotton Mather, which he related in a letter to his son: —“The last time I saw your father was in 1724. On taking my leave, he showed me a shorter way out of the house, by a narrow passage, which was crossed by a beam over head. We were still talking, and as I withdrew, he accompanying me behind, and I turning towards him, he said hastily, “Stoop, stoop!” I did not understand him till I felt my head hit against the beam. He was a man who never missed an opportunity of giving instruction; and upon this he said to me: ‘You are young and have the world before you. Learn to stoop as you go through it, and you will miss many hard thumps.’ This advice, thus beat into my head, has frequently been of use to me. And I often think of it when I see pride mortified, and misfortune brought upon people by their carrying their heads too high.”

So what happens when we carry our heads too high? Just how important is it for us to remain small in our own eyes? Does God think it important?

In the dictionary the word small means minor in influence, power, or rank: operating on a limited scale: lacking in strength: of little consequence. The word humble means: not proud or haughty: not arrogant or assertive: reflecting, expressing, or offered in a spirit of deference or submission [a humble apology]: ranking low in a hierarchy or scale.

Remember when we first came into the Church when called by God. For many of us, that was a long time ago. The scales were ripped from our eyes—we glimpsed the pearl of great price. As we arose out of the baptismal tank, the Babylonian culture dripping from our skin, our bodies still smarting from the pummeling brought about by a loving God that had brought us to this time and this place; we were ripe and ready to change. (Romans 2:4) In other words, we were brought low, where we felt small in our own eyes. God knew we were ready to begin the long road of conversion. We were now babes in truth, young, inexperienced, fresh, eager and willing to listen. We didn’t feel like Bible scholars or spiritual giants. We were small in our own eyes, looking to God to carry us through.

We’re all familiar with the story of David, called by God, the youngest of seven brothers: a ruddy, handsome fellow, a keeper of sheep, small in his own eyes. “Pity me, O Lord, for I am weak, heal me…”(Living Bible Translation throughout. Psalm : 6:2). “Save me, O God, because I have come to you for refuge…I have no other help but yours …” Psalm 16:1,2). “In my distress I screamed to the Lord for His help. And He heard me from heaven…” (Psalm 18:6). “Lead me, teach me: for you are the God who gives me salvation…” (Psalm 25:5).

We, too, as babes in Christ knew we needed God. We, too, cried out to God to save us. We were still walking low. But what happens over time. We lose that freshness, that urgency. We, who have been in the Church for many years, may come to think we know the Scriptures pretty well, lead a “Christian” lifestyle; in fact we might think we’re all-around good persons; going about doing our good deeds, saying our prayers, serving the brethren, not quite so small in our own eyes.

Have we become complacent in our need to cry out to God? Maybe we have forgotten Satan’s devices. Oh, we may have convinced ourselves by rote that we know them. We may admit there is a devil: that he is doing evil in the world; that he is deceiving others, but we’ve got ourselves convinced we’re okay, we’re close to God. It can’t happen to me we might say! But maybe we’ve not had Satan right in our face where there’s no denying he’s out to destroy us personally. When we are deceived by Satan, we don’t know we are deceived.

Let’s see what happened to King David when in his middle age. He had been walking with God since a teenager—at least 35 or 40 years; just like some of us in the Church. I am sure David was well versed, knew the commandment, “Thou shall not commit adultery.” So what happened? He was now King over Israel; maybe he was feeling pretty good about himself, convinced he was a godly man. Let’s face it, he wasn’t as close, nor relying on God as he thought, otherwise he wouldn’t have fallen into that trap—committing adultery, then murder the moment he had a little spare time.

He did repent and had physical consequences for his actions, but apparently he hadn’t learned the lesson with Bathsheba and Uriah thoroughly. He wouldn’t have later numbered Israel if he had. But let’s see why he did. “Then Satan brought disaster upon Israel, for he made David decide to take a census. ‘Take a complete census throughout the land and bring me the totals,’ he told Joab and the other leaders. But Joab objected. ‘If the Lord were to multiply his people a hundred times, would they not all be yours? So why are you asking us to do this? Why must you cause Israel to sin?’ But the king won the argument, and Joab did as he was told…”(1 Chronicles 21:1). Was not David aware of Satan’s devices? He must have been. But there is more to it than that. Was he only performing part of what was required of him? In his own words David tells us he knows the need for humility: “The Lord is good and glad to teach the proper path to all who go astray; he will teach the ways that are right and best to those who humbly turn to him”(Psalms 25:8,9). David also knew what it was like when the spirit of Lord departs from a person. He had seen that with Saul (1 Samuel 16:14,23).

Why then was he such an easy target, that Satan could, in fact, deceive him. Hadn’t he been walking with God for most of his life by now? We have to address the question — Is there more danger when one has been walking with God over a long period of time? Had David forgotten to stoop low when walking this walk? Or had he held his head too high?

Where would we be today if Jesus had held his head too high; had refused to stoop, or hadn’t taken seriously the very real danger from the god of this world? We see from Jesus’ example that “He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief… (Isaiah 53:3-5) What did Jesus have to do in order to endure His rendezvous with the devil? (Matthew 4:1-10) Now if our Saviour and Lord had to humble himself in order to overcome the devil and then to die upon the cross, what must we do? See (Philippians 2: 1-8) Not only did He have to cry out to God daily, and many times “with strong crying and tears”, He had to humble himself by fasting. (Hebrews 5:7-9). Also see (1 Peter 5: 5-8). Jesus knew he did not have the strength to overcome the devil on his own. Should we expect to do anything less?

We too, in our long walk with God, may have forgotten why humility is so very important to our eternal life. It was the one characteristic lacking in the great archangel, Lucifer and led to his downfall. It could be the one characteristic that we lack also. Maybe that is why God reminds us: “Yet I will look with pity on the man who is humble and of a contrite heart…” (Isaiah 66:2). For as long as we are small in our own eyes we will remain close to God. We will know we cannot get by a single day without crying out for His help against Satan [this master manipulator of our minds and hearts] to keep us from being puffed up in our own eyes, and sin against God. I bet Satan goes around looking for those who are not stooping low. So, let’s remember to stoop low and avoid getting our heads knocked off!

September 12th, 2011

Clean or Unclean

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CLEAN AND UNCLEAN
By Jean Jantzen
“For we are the temple of the living God. As God has said: “I will live with them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they will be my people. Therefore come out from them and be separate, says the Lord. Touch no unclean thing, and I will receive you. I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.” 2 Corinthians 6:16

Would we feed our family food we know is contaminated or unclean? Most people would not eat unclean meat knowingly, but some believe that eating unclean animals is not a sin, but only breaking health laws—no big deal! That view seems too simplistic!

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  • August 24th, 2011

    Making the Hard Decisions

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    Making the Hard Decisions
    Are you fellowshipping in a place that provides the right elements for Christian Growth?

    This week, my  eldest son brought to my attention an article I wrote over 15 years ago that he had discovered on-line. A lot of changes have occurred since that time, and though I had not reread this piece I wrote so long ago, I have had to revisit the question of, “Where do I fellowship?”on several occasions. I feel it is worthwhile sharing this article with you now, as the question of finding a church (fellowship) home where you can encourage and be encouraged by God’s word and faithful brethren is as important now as it ever was in the past.

    Reprinted
    From theJournal.org

    Why I left the WCG – Worldwide Church of God (now GCI – Grace Communion International)

    By Carolanne Patton.

    The author, a native of Canada, graduated from Ambassador College, Pasadena, Calif. in 1976. She and her husband Jeff have three sons, and live in Ramona, Calif. They are members of the Global Church of God, San Diego. (we are now living in British Columbia, Canada and have been blessed with four sons)

    Because so many people are wrestling with crises of conscience over whether or not to leave the Worldwide Church of God (or any other church for that matter) when they disagree with doctrinal issues, I would like to share my story of why I left the Worldwide Church of God.

    My husband Jeff and I wrestled with the primary issue of church government for several years. His work in Pasadena gave him intimate knowledge of the mindset of the leaders. Initially we concluded 1) as long as the changes were administrative, and 2) as long as doctrinal error was not being taught openly and the gospel was being preached, we could support the new leadership with God’s tithe and our presence.

    When changes were made regarding the issues of divorce and remarriage and healing, we felt it was okay to put more responsibility on the shoulders of the individual in these areas. We believed God provided strong guidelines in his Word, and though we were saddened to learn that the church would no longer be as supportive a community in these and other areas as we would have preferred, the new decisions did not require us to think or act contrary to faith (Romans 14:23).

    We were able to escape the increasing turmoil in Pasadena in 1991 and found a peaceful haven in a local church area until 1993, when we were forced to re-examine our position once again as a result of the publishing of the WCG’s God Is… booklet which was clearly contrary to Scripture by promoting a trinitarian view of the nature of God. At the same time clever edits were changing the gospel message from the “Kingdom of God” to the” person of Christ.”

    We were in a quandry. We asked ourselves, “What should we do?” We wrote to many in the ministry to ask for their advice.

    An evangelist, who at one time had been opposed to what was becoming obvious as a move towards protestantism, wrote that “the Work is finished.” As far as he was concerned, the Work as it had been defined, that of preaching the gospel to all nations, had ended with Herbert W. Armstrong’s death.

    I took this up as a challenge and after much study realized this premise does not square with Scripture. It became clear to me that the gospel is to be preached until the end comes(Matthew 24:14).

    The Bible tells us we are to make disciples and teach God’s way of life until Christ returns at the end of the age (Matthew 28:20). Christ expects to find us “so doing–”preaching the truth, not just sitting and waiting (Matthew 24:44-51). As the old saying goes “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” We on the other hand, must actively be doing our Father’s business.

    In doing the work of God, we are not to faint or slack off (Isaiah 40:10, 29-31). Rather, God will renew our strength so we might accomplish his work.

    Those who “publish peace” proclaim the gospel, and are to do so until “Thy God reigns” (Isaiah 52:6-12).

    Yes, a “famine of the word” is prophesied, but I can’t believe, based on the preceding scriptures, that God’s people are to “create” the famine by refusing to speak His Word and proclaim His message.

    The second basic issue we confronted was “Can God only work in one place?” and “Is God limited to using one corporate body?”

    Our starting point here was that historically, Mr. Armstrong acknowledged there were others who “walked in white” even though not a part of his fellowship.

    A study of the book of Revelation indicated that at least three of the church eras will be represented at Christ’s return. Arguably, it would be unlikely for them to exist in one corporate entity.

    After extensive study into the history of the first century church, it was readily apparent to me that there were four distinct branches that held the commandments of God and testimony of Christ.

    The third issue for us was “Can I leave the fellowship of the WCG and still remain faithful to God?” This became, after a time, “How can I justify staying when the truth isn’t being taught?” Joseph Tkach Jr. helped clarify this issue in a personal letter to me which stated that I could only remain a member if I remained silent about my beliefs which were, by then, contrary to the church’s teachings.

    Could I keep silent? What did the Scriptures say? Ephesians 4:15 resolved the matter. I was commanded to “speak the truth in love.” There was no sound basis for silence. I was to let my light–actions and thoughts–shine, not hide under a basket (Matthew 5:16). I was to be ready to give an answer to every man of the hope that is in me. (I Peter 3:15).

    Of course if I was honest and open as Scripture required of me, the end result would be disfellowshipment. However, I would be in good company (III John 10) and Christ had promised that such events would occur (John 16:12).

    A friend wrote asking, “But what about your children?” meaning, “Won’t they miss out on a lot of activities and opportunities?” This was the fourth basic question we faced.

    But, we had to ask, could we remain in a fellowship which teaches our children contrary to Scripture? We could see that if we remained, we would be forced to contradict the ministry on every major issue, i.e. the nature of God, law and grace, the covenants and statutes, in order to fulfill God’s command to teach our children.

    And in so doing, they would see the hypocrisy of the situation and their trust in the Church and God’s ability to govern would be undermined. We had to find a ministry we could support in the truth.

    Remembering Mr. Armstrong’s admonition that we weren’t called in this age just for our personal salvation, but to do a work of preaching a witness and a warning, the next question was, “If the WCG had dropped the baton, who would pick it up?” We did a lot of checking up till we had an answer and didn’t feel as though we were jumping from the frying pan into the fire.

    Finally, we asked, “Is God duty-bound to set the WCG back on track?” Two thousand years of church history should confirm the fact that though God calls errant brethren to repent, He does allow people to go their own way. The gates of hell have not prevailed against the church, not because we can see an unbroken line of corporate authority, but because God raised up new leaders and new organizations as the zeal and commitment of forerunners waned.

    If we rely on God to cleanse the corporate church structure as those in Judah relied on God to preserve the temple, we will surely be as disappointed as they were (Jeremiah 7:3-16).

    We need to understand this lesson of history.

    For those who feel there is some righteousness in enduring a corrupt government, we should remember Paul’s instruction: “Don’t be led astray, bad companionships ruin good habits. Be aroused righteously and do not sin” (I Corinthians 15:33). Watch those making divisions and causes of stumbling contrary to the teaching which you learned and turn away from them (Romans 16:17).

    God will indeed remove the spots and wrinkles from Christ’s bride, but we mustn’t second-guess His method.

    July 11th, 2011

    God Loves You: What Really Matters

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    Feast Blog 2009

    As we look forward to the Feast of Tabernacles 2011 let’s remember the lessons of previous festival seasons, and prepare for our best Feast yet.

    Today’s sermon about “Does God hear your Heartbeat,” spoke to my heart and brought to mind the struggle I have with feeling loved by God. In the months before my father died, I would go with my youngest son, JJ, who was 6 years old, and give Grandpa a big hug and a kiss before bed. This had been my nightly ritual from my earliest childhood. But, in his last months, my usually undemonstrative Dad , perhaps as a way of saying goodbye if that night were to be his last, said every evening, “Always remember I love you. ” It was something that has stuck with me and made me realize in times of stress and difficulty that if my human father could speak to my need and know how much I needed to hear those comforting words, then my heavenly Father knows that and much more. The Feast in Kelowna in 1998 was one of those times of great stress for our family.

    Though the  Feast has not always been a happy time, the lessons learned are always valuable. One of my husband, Jeff’s, favourite little sayings about this time of year comes from a comic in the Jerusalem Post a few years ago. We Anglos wish each other a “Happy year” but the Jews wish each other a “Good year” and the punch line is, “What is good for us does not always make us happy! I have to acknowledge the wisdom of this in my life.

    My most “memorable” Feast was a non-feast in many ways. It had begun poorly a week earlier when our church disfellowshipped us and said we would not be welcome at our planned feast site. We were never really told why, but we could surmise that they did not appreciate my husband for writing about the need to establish an impartial way of effecting justice in the churches of God. So now our feast plans were up in the air, and we were dealing with major emotional turmoil. The pastor, who had oversight of the feast site, was a good friend of ours and he said, “Y’all come anyway.” But we were just looking for peace and we knew that our presence would be a real red flag in front of the bull. No, we needed another option. Mom had talked to some of her friends and they had encouraged us to come join them at another feast site in the vicinity, so once that was settled we could carry on with our travel plans as anticipated.

    The trip to the feast was delightful with a short stay in Manning Park to drink in the wonders of God’s creation. We walked and talked and spun our dreams together, Mom, Jeff, the boys, and I. We arrived at our cottage on the lake with just enough time to say goodbyes to my brother and have a quick bowl of black bean soup before heading off to services.

    The harvest moon was full, an enormous golden globe lighting our way south along the dark country road. I became aware of the approaching sound of sirens and prayed that whoever was in trouble would receive the needed help speedily. That evening baby JJ was agitated after the long day of driving, so I spent the service out in the lobby walking and rocking JJ and listening to the message over the speaker system. The phrase the minister kept coming back to after each tale of difficulty overcome was the admonition that, ‘this too shall pass.’ He was encouraging us to have faith under dire circumstances and to trust that there is always a way out, and God’s guiding hand through the trial’

    Our trial began an hour after services as we kissed each other goodnight and tucked our sons into bed. JJ and I were just drifting off to sleep to the buzz of the shower as Jeff got ready for bed, when there was a loud thud. Disoriented I sat up straining to hear. As I got up to go downstairs and check things out to make sure the kids were safely in their bunks, Jeff came out of the bathroom and asked if I was alright.

    We headed downstairs and found Mom at the bottom of the stairs unconscious. After a moment of trying to revive her I realized her heart was beating but she was not breathing, in fact she was beginning to turn blue. Jeff’s training kicked in and he gave her mouth-to-mouth for I don’t know how long, but until the paramedics arrived and could assess the situation and “bag” her. That night in the hospital we learned that she had broken both wrists and her spine at C1/2 and was not able to breathe on her own. She was in a coma and her life hung in the balance, totally depended on the respirator for every breath.

    At this crossroads in life, God showed us a great outpouring of love from family, brethren we knew, and brethren who knew only of our heartache, yet who had great empathy for us. But there were also those who accused us of being the cause of the tragedy, saying it was God’s just punishment because we had questioned church authority. God was opening our eyes in a way perhaps nothing else could have, about those who serve him in love and truth and those who do not.

    Mom was airlifted to Vancouver to receive better care in the hospital there, so after a tense emotional drive over the Coquihalla we spent the rest of the feast at the hospital with Dad and my brothers who had come together to support one another.  I was desperately hoping and praying for a miracle, hoping “this too shall pass” and as quickly as possible. But it was Dad who having experienced more of life and death was able to grasp the situation fully, make the plans and show the patient endurance to care for Mom’s needs over the last 7 months of her life.

    It was a month until Mom opened her eyes, and having no recollection of the day of her accident we told her what had happened. I know she must have grieved greatly, but she did it silently and rarely let her fears be known. As she told my brother. “Faith is for the hard times.” And Dad or one of us was there for her almost every minute of her waking day, returning to her the love and care she had showered on us all for over 40 years. So we had seven months to share and laugh and cry together before the last goodbye.

    One of the hardest lessons of the feast is that “this too shall pass,” but that in the midst of severe trial God’s love for us does not wane. Our lives are merely tents, shelter for a short time, and then it is time to move to our permanent home. God in his love promises that he has prepared a place for us, and I know this was Mom’s hope. Since then Dad, Granny, and my youngest brother have all packed up their tents and their spirits have returned to the Father, awaiting the resurrection. When I read the scripture that assures me that those who mourn shall rejoice, I trust that this will be so, for God’s purpose is to eventually destroy our last enemy – death, and wipe away every tear.

    Sometimes in the midst of grief it is very hard to feel God’s love. Yet in our need if we cry out to Him, He will hold us close and walk us through those dark valleys. Wishing you all a good feast, a very good year, and all the blessings that a loving Father can give.

    Thinking of you, Carolanne, Jeff, and crew

    God’s truth stands firm like a great rock, and nothing can shake it. Paul

    July 10th, 2011

    Alone at the Feast: What Really Matters

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    Feast Blog 2009

    As we look forward to the Feast of Tabernacles 2011 let’s remember the lessons of previous festival seasons, and prepare for our best Feast yet.

    There I was at Ambassador College in Bricketwood, England, and not feeling my normally confident, cheerful, nerdy self. I wasn’t happy and perhaps I was in denial about the source of my trouble.

    There I was living my “dream,” one I had worked for since those days in summer camp 5 years earlier when I fell in love with my SEP counselors’ tales about college, and I learned about England from a campmate who was a bona fide Limey.  But now, I was seventeen, had completed Grade 13 and was in England, the home of my ancestors. The campus had a wonderful rural, small town atmosphere that was just what I was looking for and I was already busily engaged in and enjoying classes and work.

    But something was amiss. I had gained 15 lbs in just a few weeks, and I was feeling awkward in my new shape. Working in the kitchen with access to unlimited food, clockwork tea and biscuit breaks, and regular visits to the common room for Horlicks, ginger beer, the ubiquitous nuts and raisins, or gouda cheese could account for the changes. But there was something deeper. I had great roomies, interesting classmates, stimulating professors, but perhaps being quiet or shy outside the classroom setting, had hampered me in making new friends.

    Then the feast came and the whole campus moved in a grand bus caravan to the holiday camp at the seaside town of Minehead on England’s west coast. Bus trips and I have never had a good relationship; I can still vividly remember in exquisite detail all the horrors of my two-day trip to SEP camp in Orr, Minnesota, during the height of the Detroit riots. I have since learned I have severe petro-chemical sensitivities that explains why diesel fumes puts me into a tailspin of nausea and vomiting. So I knew I was in trouble as I anticipated a day trip in a coach along winding English roads.

    Minehead, was everything a quaint seaside summer retreat should be, but I arrived with major headache and nausea, and all I could think about was to get my very discombobulated body into bed. When I revived somewhat I was put to work, and being new to the kitchen crew, we first year students had the pleasure of cleaning the sinks and counters in this kitchen that looked as if it could accommodate a couple of 747’s.

    The smell of rancid fats hit my sensitive sniffer as soon as I stumbled in, still somewhat groggy from the ride. But the work gave some relief and helped me keep my mind off my misery. I spent a lot of time in this kitchen over the next week, as we prepared the food for the college students and all the local brethren, 3400 of us. My job was mostly washing the grapes – boxes and boxes of them daily, which gave me a lot of time for thought. As welcoming as campus was, as exciting as the feast can be, as friendly as the students were, I finally admitted I was homesick and lonely. I didn’t think it would happen to me; I’d spent months away from home before during my highschool summers, but this was different.

    I’d always spent the feast with my family and now I was on my own with no family and no close friends I could confide in. I felt very sad and this probably made it even harder to reach out and make the effort I should have been making to meet and greet. Instead, being busy as a kitchen warrior was a refuge- and besides I could rationalize that I was serving the brethren. True? Yes, but I already knew at this young age that I was a good candidate for the Martha syndrome.

    Minehead being a vacation village had all sorts of nifty attractions to entertain and amuse but coeds could not go alone and I told myself that I did not have the heart for any of it even if someone did ask. This Feast was not going to number among my most joyous ones.

    But there was one highlight that I recall. A young German, second year student, took pity on me and asked me on a date to explore the picuresque town centre and enjoy a real English Cream Tea – scones, strawberry jam, and clotted cream. We had a fairytale time, savouring each morsel of those luscious confections and then wandering through the village looking at thatched roof cottages, and charming half-timbered pubs. His English was superb, but I still tried venturing forth with my highschool German to his amusement. We had a great time, walking, talking, and making those first tentative steps towards friendship. Photography was a hobby of his and to my chagrin he took my picture in my bright green floral polyester knit dress (not what the “cotton queen” would wear these days) but now, I look at that photo and the smile on my face and realize God had sent someone to help turn the tide. Welcomed, accepted, no longer the stranger in a strange land, I could regain my sense of adventure and accept the challenges I was facing. It’s amazing what a day and good fellowship can do to rekindle our heart. 

    So let me ask you about this feast. Is there someone you know who is alone, or lonely in the midst of the crowd? Perhaps you know someone that would love a chance to talk if only they weren’t so shy at making that first contact. Would they join your group of friends for activities if only someone would invite them, so they don’t feel like they are imposing. See if you can’t keep your eyes open for people who are keeping God’s Feast without the support of friends or family. You could be the medicine that God would prescribe for their malaise – the antidote for loneliness.

    Ask, you might be the answer!

    July 8th, 2011

    Adventures to Share: What Really Matters

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    Feast Blog 2009

    As we look forward to the Feast of Tabernacles 2011 let’s remember the lessons of previous festival seasons, and prepare for our best Feast yet.

    Sometimes the traveling to or from the Feast can be a great adventure with many lessons learned. My second year at college I joined a group of students, with varying levels of French fluency on a train trek across Europe to the idyllic mountain village of Praz sur Arly. I don’t know why we thought we needed to carry all of our meager wardrobe across the continent, but it seems that most of us showed up ready to go with a huge valise and flight bag that would have kept us clothed for months. We were either going to build major muscle groups in our arms or destroy our spines.

    Our first stop was Paris for Atonement, where I got my first taste (it was the only thing I was tasting that day) of listening to a full church service in French. Having by then had 8 years of experience in the scriptures and “church speak” I was able to follow the French almost as well as English, but the cost was that kind of mind weariness that comes from straining far too long to hear someone’s barely audible whisper.

    What was exhilarating was to know that here, so far away from anything familiar, I had brethren who were rejoicing in God’s Holy Days and following the same patterns of worship that were so much a part of my life. They were “family” sharing in the profound meaning of the Holy Day that God had established millennia before as a yearly reminder of His deliverance and gracious presence in our lives. We were sharing this great spiritual adventure. That was a comforting thought.

    The train trip from Paris to Annecy seemed interminable, but finally, as we climbed up into the French Alps the vistas were astounding. I’d thought the Appalachians were grand, but they were merely gently rounded molehills compared to the enormous bulk of Mt. Blanc or the lofty pinnacles of the Aiguilles du Midi. I loved the alpine valleys, and the lowing of the cattle, and the music of the cowbells mingling with the high sweet notes of the goat bells as they grazed together on the lush pastures. Passing rustic barns and dark timbered chalets with their colourful window boxes, I could imagine I’d traveled back to an age of ox-cart and donkey. I’ve always appreciated Feasts away from the hurly-burly of modern life and the hectic pace of the city. So this pristine mountain valley was an oasis of peace for me.

    Of course in coming to a French feast site, I had other motives besides a decided aversion to returning to Minehead. I’d had a love affair with the French language since Grade 8 when my first French teacher introduced me to this wonderfully melodic language. It seemed that my Dad did all sorts of things to discourage my interest and mock my enthusiasm, but his efforts seemed to produce the opposite effect. Little had I known, as a child, that Dad had asked a French-speaking sweetheart to marry him during the war, and though she said, “Yes!” the local catholic priest had said a resounding, “No.” Dad was Protestant, and that was not acceptable. So she broke his heart. No doubt his mildly acerbic view of the “frogs” was somewhat skewed by this personal pain. I however, loved all things French, perhaps with the exception of some of the neurotic, existential authors I was forced to read and write about for French literature class. I could quickly sum their worldview of meaninglessness up in one word – depressing, and there was no room for “depressing” at God’s festival of joy.

    Soon we were ensconced in our vacation village, Village Vacance Famille. Tiers of two or three-story chalet style buildings marched up the steep slope from the dining area and main hall. We shared small spartan rooms with a common balcony/walkway that ran the length of each building. In the morning we awoke to the cheerful symphony of the bells  floating on the crisp autumn breeze as the flocks were herded up the hills to pasture. We were all delighted to find our continental breakfast in a bag hanging from the doorknob of each apartment. Each bag contained a baguette of fresh, crusty wholegrain bread (I still have yet to find such wonderful bread elsewhere) butter, jam, and makings for coffee or hot chocolate on our one-burner hotplate. The French are well know for their cuisine, and in this valley the land truly flowed with milk and honey – the makings for a wonderful assortment of mouth-watering treats. This was going to be a Feast to remember. And it was.

    Morning services kept our minds on a razor edge listening to the messages in French; the “concentration headaches” diminished and each day it became easier to fully grasp what was being said during the sermon.  Mr. Apartian was always encouraging the students to improve our language skills with an eye to having some of us prepared to work in the French department of the church. Jeff, years later, worked for M. Apartian as mail-processing manager at the French department in Pasadena. It was sad this past year when we learned of his health problems. But it was also a blessing to correspond with him before his death and let him know the positive impact his faith and wise counsel had on both of us.

    In Praz sur Arly,  the daily luncheons were shared with all the French-speaking brethren – the food was sooo good! -which gave us opportunity to hone our speaking skills as we opened our hearts to them. The local specialty was cheese fondue. There is no other comfort food that is quite as scrumptious as those toothsome morsels of baguette dipped in a simmering pot of Emmentaler and Gruyère cheese, with just a hint of kirsch. Fondue and friends was the best way to spend a cold fall evening in the French Alps. I still have one great picture of a games evening with one of the young French teens on my shoulders. She is trying to eat grapes off of a string strung across the room. She is a pen-friend to this day, over many years, through many changes, and across many miles. In so many ways the Feast brings us together to share God’s blessings, to serve one another, and to cherish the relationships he builds into our lives that give us comfort and stability.

    When I look back on that group of students who shared this adventure, I rejoice that many of them are still fully engaged in God’s way of life, keeping His Feasts, and anticipating His hope of a millennial world of peace and plenty – just one of the important shared memories we savour together during the Feast of Tabernacles season.