One Small Act

What was I thinking? (Here I go again!)  In January of 1989 I decided to fly from our Lancaster, PA home to Illinois with my less than 2 year old little girl.  Cliff wasn't able to take off work, but I wanted to see my family. Alana and I kissed Cliff good-bye and boarded a plane.  Central Illinois  in January. Yeah.
BRRRR SHIVER SHIVER BRRRR! 

Anyway, I tend to be confident, sometimes overly so, and positive, so I was ready for the challenges of traveling 790 miles with my little daughter. I love adventures, right?  The first leg of the journey went smoothly; Alana cooperated beautifully on the 9am flight which was smooth and without incident.  I visualized the hand of God holding the plane while lovely little butterflies flew alongside. I was smiling and serene, enjoying the chitchat with my fellow journeymen about my beautiful, big-eyed, well-behaved daughter. We landed in St. Louis, disembarked, and quickly found our connector to Peoria.  So far, so good.  Settling into our seat, I smiled while visions of Mom's BBQ danced in my wee little brain.The timing of this trip was working out perfectly! We should arrive at Grandpa and Grandma's in time for a late lunch and naps.
But we sat. We waited.  Alana squirmed. We sat some more. She squirmed even more.  (It is a known fact that Moser-Wenger children do not sleep anywhere but beds. Even a teeny provocation keeps them awake regardless of how exhausted they might be.) Sigh or rather, S I G H!

Then came "the voice."  No, not that of musical entertainers, but rather the calm, bass tones of the pilot.
"This is your captain speaking. There will be what we hope is a short delay. There seems to be an electrical issue with the plane."

OK, then. Part of my prayer had been for safety, so the fact that this problem was discovered before we were at a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet was a good thing, right?  I attempted to keep the positive speech circulating through my neurons as the challenge to cajole and distract an active toddler became more difficult. After an hour of 1000 years, the voice returned, "I'm sorry to tell you, folks, that we have to cancel this flight. See our friendly customer representatives at the desk to help you make a different connection. Have a nice day."

Have a nice day? Really? I gathered up my daughter and the kitchen sink. Following the advice of the voice, we waited in line for the next available customer representative who said, "Oh, you're in luck! There is a small plane leaving in 20 minutes for Peoria."   YES! We zipped across the airport (Ok, it was more like tripped, struggled, and slogged) to where the puddle jumpers were lodged and plopped ourselves in the ugly over sized seats to wait. Within a short time, boarding began. As Alana and I approached the impassive attendant she said, "It looks like this flight is overbooked. You'll have to catch a different flight. Sorry."

Do you know how in the second paragraph I said I tend to be overly confident and positive; that I was ready to handle the challenges of travel? Well, with Ms.Indifferent's utterance, any confidence and positivity I had remaining vanished into the stark reality of being a young mom who was feeling vulnerable, a little scared, and was travelling alone with a tired and hungry toddler. Bravado lasts only so long.  (Oh, in case you've forgotten, there is no such thing as a cell phone yet.) 

Alana with 2 of her Illinois Cousins

With a trembling voice and eyes welling with tears, I said, "But, I HAVE to go on this plane."
And that's when it happened. 
A business man in front of me turned around and said, "She can have my seat." He and his briefcase quickly scooted out of line, and I barely got out the magic words before he disappeared.

Wow.There was so much power and grace in those words and sacrifice, and yet that stranger had no idea of the beautiful gift he had just presented to us. Our life journeys have many challenges and difficulties, and I recognize this experience was very minor in the big scheme of life. For me, though, it serves as a reminder of the difference one small act, one caring sentence, one merciful moment, one kind word, one bowl of rice, one cup of clean water, one shared blanket, one open door, one umbrella, one sweet smile, one, yes, One! can do to bring healing to the world. 

As we enter this time of Advent, I challenge you to be alert, expectant, and active as God provides opportunities for us to share light and salt with those around us. Perhaps someday a woman or man will be writing about the action YOU took in offering one small act.

This week Mick will be sharing a message he is calling, "Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign" with his exegesis from Luke 21:25-36. "Jesus is the seed of hope in a bright future, a future in which God is made manifest...."  Our formal time of worship starts at 10:15am, and I'll be joining you in the Upper Room after singing in the Rec Room from 9-9:15am.

Here is the link for the bulletin index. http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/bulletins/index.php There are so many goings on!  Check them out!



Photo Decoupage Art donated by the Senior High Youth

There is a fellowship meal following the service on Sunday which will give you opportunity to peruse the items for Monday night's church auction.  :) 

 

 

Prayer for today:  He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the Lord, "My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust." Ps 91   

Loving God, you are ever present, ever open, ever inviting, ever caring.  Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.  As we journey on this earth, Lord, show us your presence through one another that your Kingdom will be made known. Come Kingdom of God. Be done will of God, on earth as it is in heaven. In Jesus name. AMEN.

 

Without question or doubt, you are loved by God, and I love you too!

Love and Light,

Carol

 

"Always remember who you are, whose you are, where you are going, and what you believe, because it does make a difference! Oh, and don't forget to attend a church of your choice this weekend."



Tribute to the Turkey

It's that time of year again when those of us preparing for our Thanksgiving feasts visit the grocery store to pick a plump, tender turkey to roast for our guests.  Ahh yes, the turkey. Most of us think of this bird simply as that partially frozen lump with which you have a kitchen wrestling match each November in attempt to get the bird to hand over its giblets. But how many creatures do you know that have both a snood and a wattle?



Dad at the Tremont Turkey Festival, c. 1970's
 

Growing up in the heart of turkey land where our school mascot was a muscular tom, (Lookout, Fisher Bunnies!) I could look out the window of our second story farmhouse and see the ripples of white meat sandwiched between hearty slices of cornfield. Daytime airwaves were filled with descending tones of corporate "blululululus" while nights contained the "BOOMS!" of the gas cannon set to scare off the yipyipyippicoyotes. On occasion there would be a poultry revolt, and we would find the white meat seeking refuge in our front yard, back yard, barn yard, garden, and pasture. Did I mention there were zillions of these birds? (Do you have any idea  the assault on the olfaction such a multitude of uncooked birds provide?)

Each November shortly before the feast, our kind turkey farmer neighbor would bring a megalicious gobbler in the coveted box (To this day, my mom thinks turkey boxes are the best containers ever constructed.) along with a bottle of Mogen David.

Now when I look out our second story window, if I'm lucky, I might see one of the wild turkeys that call our little plot home.   The turkey, more than just a bird, it's a sweet, sweet memory.

PS Although I did not reign as queen at the Tremont Turkey Festival, some of my friends told me I'd always be Queen Turkey to them.  I say that with pride. :) http://www.turkeyfestival.com/

This Sunday we will be sharing our thanks and praise acknowledging the many blessings we share. Brother Mick's message will be based on Hebrews 10:11-25. In his presermon notes Mick says, "...the writer to the Hebrews suggests we are to rather be about the tasking of provoking one another to good deeds and love and fellowship and encouragement." The title is "Practicing Provocation," not something we typically think as a positive thing! http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/

Merv will be joining you in the Upper Room at 9am, and the worship service begins at 10:15am.

This past Wednesday evening we had a wonderful time of fellowship and worship with our neighbors from New Holland Spanish Mennonite Church.  I've really got to learn more Spanish!

Tony is coordinating a group to do Sandy clean up on the coast either Dec. 1 or 8th.  If you are 18 or older and would be interested in assisting this work with Mennonite Disaster Service, let me know as soon as possible. http://mds.mennonite.net/

Last week's poverty simulation was very meaningful.  Many of us were stretched out of our comfort zones as we faced not only challenging tasks for that hour and a half, but also the confrontation of our own preconceived notions. Keep working in us and through us, Jesus!

Prayer for today: Make a joyful noise to the Lord. Serve the Lord with gladness. Come into God's presence with singing.  Loving God, we thank you for your amazing grace and mercy.  Let us bring our thanks and praise to you today and always. Would we still be thankful, Lord, if we didn't have so much? I hope so, Lord!  Come and fill us with your Spirit that we might respond to others with your light and love.  Come Kingdom of God. Be done will of God, on earth as it is in heaven. In Jesus name. AMEN.

Without question or doubt, you are loved by God, and I love you too!

Love and Light,
Carol

"Always remember who you are, whose you are, where you are going, and what you believe, because it does make a difference! Oh, and don't forget to attend a church of your choice this weekend."

Marshmallows on a String

I was recently preparing  for a game which required securing marshmallows onto a long thread. The game players then place the string in the mouth, and when "go" is shouted, each tries to get the marshmallow into the mouth without the use of hands.  Needless to say, it's pretty funny to watch and absolutely amazing what people can do!  Anyway, as I was preparing the gamepieces, I was finding it really time consuming to get the strings with the marshmallows exactly the same length. (If  I had done a little thinking first or had asked Nathan to do it, it wouldn't have been that difficult.) HOWEVER, I didn't think first, so here I am with a time crunch when BAM! The thought hit me. (This happens quite a bit when you work with young people, but it isn't quite as painful as when you're clotheslined playing flying Dutchman.)

Here's the thought, "Life is like marshmallows on uneven strings." 
 

"HUH?" you say.

Allow me to explain. Life starts with our strings of different length making the acquisition of the "marshmallow" more attainable for some than others. Our strings have things like stable family life or lack thereof, health or lack thereof, education or lack thereof, wealth or lack thereof, access to clean water or lack thereof.... Are you getting the picture?  Thinking we all have the exact same potentiality to get the marshmallow to the mouth is just not reasonable. So should we simply work for our own marshmallow and not worry about those whose marshmallows are dragging on the floor? (or even those whose marshmallow falls off before we even start? Sorry, Adam!)

The scriptures say lots and lots about how we should relate to the poor, the sick, the hungry, the widow,  the thirsty, and the stranger; those whose strings are looooong.  This week our focus at Ridgeview will be on poverty as Saturday afternoon 1-5pm we work together to fill MCC kits,http://www.mcc.org/ and on Sunday morning beginning with a continental breakfast at 8:30am we will all engage in a poverty simulation in the 1990 hall. As far as I know there will not be any marshmallows on strings involved.

Mick's message during formal worship will be based on Jesus' parable about sheep and goats in Matthew 25:31-46.  http://bible.oremus.org/ In his presermon notes Mick says this, "Ultimately, it's not a matter of purity or theological correctness that Jesus points to when judgment happens. Rather it is our willingness or unwillingness to act when confronted with the needs around us...."

Squirming yet?  Lord, open our ears to hear, our hearts to receive, and ourselves to act!

Rather than meet in the Upper Room, we'll be in the 1990 hall at 8:30am for coffee and donuts so that we can then be given our roles for the simulation.  All are welcome! This should prove to be a fun way to learn important truths.

Today's prayer: Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time on and for evermore. From the rising of the sun to its setting the name of the Lord is to be praised.Ps 113 And what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with our God. Micah 6:8

Creator God, you tell us to care for the stranger, feed the hungry, provide for the sick and needy. Boy, do we fail miserably much of the time!  Forgive us, Lord. Grant us courage and strength, and wisdom and mercy as we relate one to another and learn to truly see each other offering ourselves to you as living sacrifices. There are times we are the ones in need; help us to accept graciously. We criticize and judge rather than see each other as your creations. Let us live as transformed mortals created in Christ Jesus for the good works you intended to be our way of life, stepping into your Kingdom way.  Come Kingdom of God. Be done will of God, on earth as it is in heaven. In Jesus name. Amen.

http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/
Without question or doubt, you are loved by God, and I love you too!
Love and Light,
Carol

"Always remember who you are, whose you are, where you are going, and what you believe, because it does make a difference! Oh, and don't forget to attend a church of your choice this weekend." 

c 1970's "Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter!"


PV Baseball: Dustin Yoder, 2010

With fingers already disgustingly orange from dipping into the colossal bag of corn curls and a can of Mountain Dew on the bench beside me, I was ready for the game.  My dad played fast pitch softball, and I loved going to his games. As the pitcher, he was the star or the fall guy depending on how the game developed. (Mostly the star! Just ask him how many times he was awarded the mvp on his teams.)  Sitting directly behind the catcher, I could see my dad's intense focus, leaning forward slightly, glove and ball huddled in prayerful conference in front of him as he would stare down the batter. Potential energy became kinetic as Dad whirlwinded his arm and released an amazingly accurate fast moving pitch into the glove of the catcher.
"STRIKE THREE! YOU'RE OUT!" barked the hefty, animated umpire.



My Dad

Focused. Disciplined. Practiced. Excellent. Yep, that was my dad, the pitcher.

I often get annoyed when preachers use sport stories to make points, because I am not particularly into athletics unless someone I know is playing.  (Do we really have to keep score?  Can't we just play for fun?) :) I guess the focus, discipline, and events of games do present many life lessons!

This week Brother Mick's sermon is "Staying On Message" reminding us to stay focused on the central message of Jesus; keeping Jesus the center of our lives.  The text is Mark 12:28-34 where Jesus says, "Love God. Love your neighbor." (and we remember who our neighbor is, right?)
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2012:28-34&version=NLT
A few years ago many of us sported the seemingly trite WWJD? (what would Jesus do?) bracelets and T-shirts. I wonder what the world would be like if those of us claiming Jesus as the center of our lives truly engaged that question in our decisions and relationships?

Please join us for worship at Ridgeview Mennonite Church at 10:15am.  Christian Formation classes are at 9:00am. I'll be joining you in the Upper Room at 9.  http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/

Most of us in the Lancaster area came through the superstorm relatively unscathed, but many brothers and sisters in other areas are hurting as a result of Hurricane Sandy.
Mennonite Disaster Service is monitoring the effects of the storm and will no doubt be putting together teams in the near future.  http://mds.mennonite.net/ 

December 3 is the church auction.  Be thinking about what you can donate or saving pennies to bid!

For the month of November we will be gathering paper items for The Factory: plates, napkins, bowls, cups, eating utensils, and paper towels.  http://thefactoryministries.com/wordpress/

Saturday Bridge of Hope will be holding their annual kaleidoscope at Ridgeview. http://www.bridgeofhopelcc.org/2012/09/nov-3-kaleidoscope-2012-a-luau-of-hope/

Prayer for today: I lift up my eyes to the hills, From whence does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.Psalm 121:1-2  Creator God, as many in our country and world face devastation today from natural and manmade disasters, we know your light and hope is present.  As your people, let us pour forth from the hills to offer healing and hope, love and respect, peace and kindness to a discordant and hurting world. As votes are cast, regardless of who is elected to the top spot, remind us that You are God and King. Grant us courage to walk your Kingdom way. Come Kingdom of God. Be done will of God on earth as it is in heaven. In Jesus name. AMEN

Without question or doubt, you are loved by God, and I love you too!

Love and Light,
Carol

"Always remember who you are, whose you are, where you are going, and what you believe, because it does make a difference! Oh, and don't forget to attend a church of your choice this weekend." jd

"OH, this looks so soft," I said to my younger sister.

"And it's such a pretty pink too, "she replied. 

As children of 5 and 6 years old we were with my parents and sisters at the old Central Illinois farmhouse that they were restoring. Almost everyday when my mom and dad finished work, we would head to the country for my skilled father and my energetic mother to build, repair, paint, and install.  As young children we had a wonderful time exploring the creaky attic, big old barn, and "helping," but we would grow weary as the evenings would stretch into the night. Now we found the perfect place for a nap on long rolls of salmon-colored cushions in the area that would soon be our living room.



My 3 sisters and I playing Twister



At this moment some of you are saying, probably with a chuckle, "They did not!"  and I'll respond, "Yes, we did!"  Mary Jo and I lay down on the fiberglass insulation which, of course, resulted in itchy irritations and rashes! I vaguely recall my dad's head shaking and alarm when my parents discovered our napping place. 

Before the restoration began on that old house, I'm sure there were many who would have simply advised my folks to demolish it and start over.  However, my dad was skilled in such matters and my mom was a visionary, and both saw the potential of what turned out to be a wonderful home for my family.

Brother Mick's message title this week is "Restoration," and he'll be sharing from the text in Mark 10:46-52 in which Bartimaeus, a blind beggar, is healed. http://bible.oremus.org/  Unlike Baritmaeus whose healing and restoration is complete and immediate, the restoration in our own lives is often a difficult process and perhaps even painful. In his presermon notes Brother Mick says, " The restorations of our own lives, like old furniture or fine paintings, may take loads of time, elbow grease, and patience, but I believe God is at work on us if we will respond to the call."  I hope you will join us at 10:15am. If you can't, you can listen on-line at: http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/sermons/index.php

Etta will be joining you in the Upper Room this Sunday at 9am.

Would you like a sneak peak at this week's bulletin? :)http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/bulletins/current.pdf

Our dear Brother John has resigned his postion from Laurelville Mennonite Church Center. Peace and blessing, Brother. http://www.laurelville.org/lets-connect/news-and-stories/bid/137256/Executive-Director-Tenders-Resignation

It was great to hear from some of you this week! :)

A prayer for today:  O sing to the Lord a new song, for God has done marvelous things! Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth; break forth into joyous song and sing praises! 

Lord God, we bring our fractured lives to you and seek healing and hope. Some of us are experiencing unspeakable pain, and we lay this at your feet.  Some of us are experiencing incredible doubt right now, and we lay this at your feet. Some of us are experiencing outrage right now, and we lay this at your feet.  Some of us are experiencing fear and uncertainty, and we lay this at your feet.  Restore us, O Lord, that your joy, love, and peace will fill us and overflow to all your creation.  Come Kingdom of God. Be done will of God on earth as it is in heaven.  In Jesus name.  Amen.

Without question or doubt, you are loved by God, and I love you too! Don't hesitate to contact me. :)

Love and Light,

Carol

"Always remember who you are, whose you are, where you are going, and what you believe, because it does make a difference!  Oh, and don't forget to attend a church of your choice this weekend." jd

Petal Connections

As we sat on the T (subway) in Boston, Jan and I studied the metro map above the doors. "I think Bryan said we could either get off at Downtown Crossing and walk or take the green line one stop, or was it...."   The young man sitting next to me on the swaying metro looked up from his Ipad, smiled, and asked "Where are you going?" 
"Faneuil Hall." 

This kindly person shared the route with us, giving us tips and suggestions for our day.  Throughout our short excursion to Boston, petals of kindness were shared with us by strangers and loved ones as we explored the city and travelled by train, bus, subway, and auto. Oh, and our feet also logged many miles!

 The last two weeks as Jan and I have updated one another on our lives, I've had the opportunity to introduce her to some of my friends. I've thought about how connections are like flowers and trees, some fleeting yet fragrant like scattered petals preceding a bride, and some relationships thorny and even toxic at times, yet others with roots, deep, faithful, beautiful, and abiding. There is beauty in the single petal, yet for me, it is the eclectic bouquet of connections that has truly enriched my life.  Each time you relate to another person whether in conversation on the bus, as spouse, best friend, teacher, student, or coworker, your life bouquet is filled with more color and diversity.  That's such a good thing! (Don't forget to water!)

This week at Ridgeview we are honored to have guests from Argentina who will be sharing with us in the worship service. Won't you join us at 10:15 am at Ridgeview http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/and add to your bouquet of connections?  Merv Stoltzfus will be joining you in the Upper Room at 9am.  :)

In this contentious time of the election process, don't forget in whom our trust and hope really belongs!

A prayer for today:  He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the Lord, "My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust. Psalm 91:1-2   
Creator God, thank you for being our shelter, never leaving us nor forsaking us.  There are times we don't "feel" you, but you are the clean water and nourishing sunshine of our lives, always present to bring healing and hope even when we are in thorny relationships and painful situations. Grant us courage to trust and not be afraid for Love (and that is you!)is greater than fear.  Come Kingdom of God. Be done will of God on earth as it is in heaven. In Jesus name. Amen.

Without question or doubt, you are loved by God, and I love you too!  Don't hesitate to contact me if you need prayer or a chat! 

Love and Light,
Carol

"Always remember who you are, whose you are, where you are going, and what you believe, because it does make a difference!  Oh, and don't forget to attend a church of your choice this weekend. "  jd

A cold, crisp autumn day in 1992 brought my little girls down the stairs with excitement.  "OOOH!  It snowed! Let's go outside!" the eldest exclaimed.

"That is frost, not snow," I told her.
"Kori, let's go out and play in the frost!"

The exuberance of children is something from which we could learn.  As the days of autumn are filled with that ethereal glow that causes our hearts to sing, I think of the many facets of this season which delight the soul.  I'll begin the list, you finish it! 

-jolly, orange pumpkins and goose-shaped, colorful gourds
-leaves, leaves, falling leaves, red, orange, brown, and yellow leaves
-campfires, s'mores, hotdogs, and cocoa
-flying V's above us calling encouragements and directions to one another whilst their wings ceaselessly toil

-the Great Horned Owl chorus                           

-skies of red, orange, purple, pink, and yellow with pillow-top clouds stretching and yawning

-broccoli cheese soup, potato soup, chili, lentil stew, tomato soup with grilled cheese

-mules and draft horses doing that difficult work for which they were created

-hard working farmers gathering and storing

-little tweeties gobbling seeds from the "finished" flowers

-that distinctive potpourri in the air like sweet apples, earth, and sky

-smiling scarecrows and scary black cats  

-visits from friends who live in a land far, far away

-apple crisp, apple cider, apple pie, apple dumplings; red apples, yellow apples, green apples, gold apples; bobbing for apples

-comfy sweatshirts, blue jeans, and boots

Ahhhh... I could go on all day. Take a few moments and consider what would be on your list.  I'd love to hear your responses!

Last night I attended a meaningful time of visitation and memorial for Craig Stoltzfus.  His life made a difference and impression on so many of us.  His life inspires me to live secure in knowing that without question or doubt, God loves me; therefore, I need not be afraid.

Mick's message this week has an interesting title "Hanging on to the Camel's Tail" with the challenging scripture from Mark 10:17-31 in which Jesus instructs the rich young man to give up his riches. http://bible.oremus.org/  I  hope you will join us as we grapple with this text. 

The Upper Room will be open, and I hope to join you for at least part of the morning. I  know some of you will be home from college (YAY!), and I look forward to seeing you!

Prayer for today:  Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth or ever you had formed the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. Psalm 90:1-2 Help us to realize your incredible for love for us; that your human presence as Jesus seeks to heal and reconcile our relationship with you and with each other.  Help us not to be afraid, though the mountains tremble and the hills fall into the ocean, your compasioon never fails us. Come Kingdom of God. Be done will of God on earth as it is in heaven. In Jesus Name. Amen

Without question or doubt, you are loved by God, and I love you too. Call/ text me!

Love and Light,

Carol

http://www.ridgeviewmennonite.net/

"Always remember who you are, whose you are, where you are going, and what you believe, because it does make a difference!  Oh, and don't forget to attend a church of your choice this weekend. "  jd