Prince Albert memorial – June 3, 2012

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I felt very privileged to be asked to attend a memorial for Jill at the Prince Albert Alliance Church where we had served for 11 years.  Two ladies, Beth Gobeil and Connie Warkentin, instigated the service.  Others joined in!  Over 100 attended.

Food was provided, a worship band appeared, people gave tributes and the evening was filled with courage for those grieving!  And that was not just me.  The tributes included the way Jill had impacted people – even in ways I did not realize.

One repeated impact was a song Jill had introduced back in the late 1990’s – “When the night is falling”.  Written by Dennis Jernigan, the song refers to God singing over us. 

More than one expressed how that short introduction – only given once – had inspired new hope in their lives.  We often come to worship services to sing to God – but do we realize that God sings to us (Zeph. 3:17)?

Here is the last verse of that song (applicable to Jill!):

When this life is over and the race is done, I will hear you calling, “Come” and I will come while you sing over me!

I wonder what song Jill is hearing right now??

The ring

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Wearing a wedding ring has been second nature to me for over 35 years.  For a few decades I’ve been unable to remove the ring (something about good cooking and contented living made the ring finger a little larger than when we got married).  And I never had a reason to remove it!!

Yesterday I attended a music festival.  As I watched one of the accompanists, I noted that she had a number of rings on her fingers.  There was even a wedding ring.  And then I looked at my finger.

I had put my wedding ring on at our wedding ceremony.  As a symbol of my love and devotion to my wife, Jill.  I had said I would wear the circle of devotion until “death do us part.”

And death has parted us. 

So this morning I took a few moments and was able to remove the ring.  I placed it beside Jill’s wedding ring (which I had collected upon her death).  I cried, and cried.

Just  one small metal circle – but there’s a lot that fit inside that ring! 

Slogans that last!

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Phrase.  That works.  For me.

I’ve become known amongst some people for my slogans.  Most are lame (they need another leg to walk on?).  Some are just a thought for the moment.  Others seem to last.  Below I’ve listed a few “newer” slogans – each original (they didn’t come from a book or video or from some guru!).

Here’s a church phrase.  I started with – “Committed to the community” a few years ago.  We have a soccer field partnered with the town – because we believe in this phrase.  I’ve been looking at adding two further thoughts – “Submitted to Christ,” (which goes along with the deep roots of the gospel – that at the heart is Christ in You!) and “Eager to serve” (which touches on our desire to live out Christ with anticipation) 

With Jill’s death recently, someone shaped this phrase for me:  “I’m missing a piece but I’ve got Peace.”

Riding home from Eatonia (anyone know where that is?), I asked the person in the seat next to me how you know when your perfectionism is killing you.  The reply:  “When what you want to do is no longer what you like to do.” 

I do like the phrase I heard at table this week.  “Forget four letter words – use five instead.”  We were talking about faith and trust at that point.

What are some slogans that you have developed over the years (I’m looking for ones that you made up or adapted to your own situation)??

BTW:  In Bill Hybels recent book – Leadership Axioms – he makes the point that good leaders live with slogans (slogans may get criticized but they are remembered!).

Calgary Trail – the ride

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Tim - portrait - small - May 31, 2012

My son, Tim, took off yesterday.  Back to his work in Chicago.  We needed to head down to Calgary to get his visa approved, and then to fly out.

The trip was great – I talked too much – but hopefully I’m handing on my wife’s legacy through stories and illustration. 

800 kilometers later I arrived home to a hot meal.  Not my own cooking, of course.  Not at my own house, but at the Kehrer’s.  The Kehrer’s had prepared the meal and I just sat back and enjoyed. 

Then home, and I’m by myself.  We’ll see how that goes.  I have a friend coming  up next week to stay for a while.  And the church has made an effort to be sure I’m not left alone. 

Thanks!!