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Gothic Revival.

Just over one hundred years old.

Approximately 19,000 square feet.

Mostly twelve foot ceilings.

Selling for the low price of $700,000.
(less than my own home was recently assessed at)

Plus … this house is located halfway between where all of my kids grandparents live … not more than one half hour drive either way. It’s perfect!

I love older homes and buildings.

They are examples of how short our human existence is and how long human impact can last, they are evidence of the local history, and they provide examples of having an eye that goes beyond simply function.

For me, to walk into a building or home that has outlived it’s builders, is to walk on something similar to holy ground … each step of my own, onto the floor boards of those who laid it’s foundation.

Still, to purchase an older building is to put a down payment on something that will never be completely revived without great cost, great sacrifice. Most often, it is simply cheaper and less headache to simply tear it all down, and lay a new foundation.

But, there is still a great cost, in doing that which is cheaper, easier.

History would be lost … of the previous owners, occupants, and their stories, as well as history of the community as a landmark, and as a reflection of the building materials of the area. Buildings of years past were craftsmanship at every corner with carved dates in the cornerstone, floors of native wood and stone, stairways trimmed with extensive, native wood trim, and windows leaded stained glass.

I hope this lovely castle sells to someone who not only sees it as a real estate purchase, but also a purchase of history and an opportunity to redeem what has been lost while it has sat vacant, while it has been damaged by vandals.

That castle could be a metaphor for us, in our human condition.

The plans for our lives were in production before the groundbreaking of our conception. We were built with great care and craftsmanship. Each and every nook and cranny designed with purpose … not just for function, but also simply to reflect the beauty and wisdom of the designer.

Over time dust has settled on us, we have been damaged by those who left scars, and we may just feel and appear as though our best years were ones that have already past.

But, with the right purchaser we could shine again … refreshed, polished … redeemed as new.

May we all accept the offer to purchase, the offer to redeem our lives, by the One who created us in the first place.

“Joy is a flag flown high from the castle of my heart,
for the King is in residence there”

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Days ago I received an email from a lovely lady, catching up her email group about the status of the health of her hubby, dealing with terminal cancer. I read, I sighed … the end seemed near.

And now his end has opened the door for his greatest beginning.

Death can be hard. It is a separation from those we love. It is an end to life as we know it. It is absence of presence.

But death does not have to be … final.

1 Thessalonians 4:13 is a verse that hubby (who is a pastor) often quotes when dealing with death and dying, tears and grief, separation and absence. In a nutshell (Carole version) it says,

“by the way, I almost forgot, when you are faced with the death of another follower of Christ, don’t worry. We do not mourn as those who have no hope”

The hope that is available to all who choose to accept it is the hope that the birth of Christ (which was celebrated just weeks ago) provided. Christ, the redemption, or Savior, of our sins. Because of His sacrificial death on a cross, we never have to experience death the same way. Death is no longer an eternity of nothingness, or an eternity of suffering. It is an eternity of life, and not just life as we have it here and now, but eternity without “mourning, or crying or pain.”

This hope is not something easy to understand or explain.

This hope is kind of like those bulbs that you might have planted back in the fall. They were hard and lifeless. Yet, we planted them in the ground, believing that their energy and life were simply dormant, sleeping. We had hope that one spring day, the kinetic energy within would awaken, and that the life within would burst through the ground … beautifully reminding us of the new and fresh life that comes from that which sleeps for a time … then comes fully alive.

May we accept the hope that allows us to mourn differently … hope-fully.

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I do love watching Christmas movies. Last year, in a Christmas movie post called Christmas Movie Themes I came to realize that the movies that I had chosen all shared a common theme … redemption. The one I want to share today contains the same theme, and in such a beautiful, such a tender way.

It is a movie that is told to be based on true events. The details are such that it is almost unbelievable, yet my soul hopes and desires to dream that it could be so. According to Unsolved Mysteries, who had aired the story, it was true, and solved.

220px-Silent_Night_VideoCoverThe movie is called “Silent Night” and it is set in Germany, on Christmas Eve, in 1944, during the Battle of the Bulge. It is the story of a twelve year old German boy, Fritz Vincken, and his mother, who were staying in their cottage in the woods. That night, they had two sets of visitors, a group of three American soldiers looking for a place for an injured soldier, followed by a group of three German soldiers.

What follows is a retelling of that Christmas Eve night.

This Hallmark, TV movie, first aired in 2002, the same year that Fritz Vincken died.

Linda Hamilton plays Elizabeth, the mother of young Fritz, and she does so convincingly.

This is one of my most favorite movies of the season. It reminds us of common human experiences, and emotions, even for wartime enemies. It captures an impossible scenario, one of peace in the midst of war.

Check your local TV listings, as I am certain that it will be on this season. It is also available on Youtube, in parts, which you will see after watching the following trailer.

This is a link to a written interview with Fritz Vincken

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A baby … a newborn baby … with ten fingers, and ten toes …images-8

When the doctor hands a newborn to the exhausted mom, she counts …

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 , 9 … 10 …  t  e  n, complete.

It is as though there is some primal need to count and confirm the existence of all appendages, all phalanges.

When it comes to giving birth, and becoming a mom (I cannot adequately speak for what it is to become a dad) primal is the best word to describe the experience. There is nothing like becoming a mom to make a woman realize what it is to want to save every child everywhere in the world. Newscasts of missing children, sick children, violated children stir a primal response from us that was just not as strong, not as emotion-filled before the moment when we knew, instinctively, that we were a mom.

Sometimes I think that God, in His all-knowing wisdom and understanding of we human creatures, chose to send His son to us, born of a woman, so as to draw we females to Him and to ensure that we would feel, and understand, and KNOW that hope, and peace and redemption was for us too.

Finally, after years of women experiencing a devalued existence, they were not only offered forgiveness and atonement for sin, but it was also provided through the womb of a woman, granting the opportunity to be part of the deliverance of His people. There was a oneness with the Father God, sharing in His love and pride of His own son, as well as the sorrow and separation that the crucifixion delivered.

How many of us, as women, have seen the images of Mary on cards, in nativity sets, or in stained glass windows or how many of us have heard or read the Christmas story, causing us to wonder, as Mary did, about all that had been told to her, all that was happening, and what was to come.

I believe that God was making a point, for all the world to see, of just how valuable we daughters of Eve are to Him.

“Love came down, at Christmas …
Love be yours and love be mine …”

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Every morning, at six o’clock, the alarm on my iPad awakens me to the gentle music of the above song. It is like awakening from a dream, and into a new dream. It is an awakening into a most joy-filled eutopia. It both makes me want to awaken, and want to stay right where I am … so that the music does not end … so that the feeling it creates within me does not end.

It used to be that I would be awakened by hubby’s talk radio station. Certainly it did the job of awakening me and getting me motivated to get out of bed … and run from the room so that I no longer had to hear it anymore.

Then it was my music radio station, which was also successful in moving me from the warmth of my covers to the cool of the tile in the bathroom, but it always seemed to come on as the news came on, and the top headlines are rarely good news.

Then I began using the alarm on my cell phone. And it did well at startling me from my slumber, but it was simply … functional.

At the same time that I had the above mentioned morning awakenings, I also had the violent sound of my coffee grinder/brewer create something similar in my body to the medical practice of placing the paddles on your chest to get your heart to start beating … and boy, would it beat!

It was not until recently that I decided it was time for a beautiful awakening each morning.

So I scanned the music loaded on my device, for the perfect morning wake up. When my eyes fell upon Ennio Morricone that I knew I was onto something good. The song, Love Affair, is the theme from the movie of the same name. Released in 1994, Love Affair is the second remake of the timeless story of Terry and Mike (“Love Affair”-1939, “An Affair to Remember”-1957). It is a story of …

what else?

redemption …

(is there any other theme that we … consciously or not … seek more?)

And what a beautiful awakening awaits me each day … it is such a beautiful awakening that there each morning, when greeted by this love affair of a song … redeeming all that has been and is to come.

yesterday does not matter

today does not even matter

all that matters is awakening …

filling lungs with that first morning breath, and soul with that first whisper …

good morning.

“Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”
Ephesians 5:14

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“He is hopeless”

When I heard those three words, that’s when my heart beat went into hyper drive. The word hopeless was in regard to a dying, elderly man, who was refusing to acknowledge the forgiveness, the redemption, the hope that Christ provides.

Within minutes I was motioning for the mic during the sharing of prayer requests, at a Sunday morning worship service.

What followed was a shaky-voiced monologue about Christ being our hope, and that we have hope for those we love, who are without Christ, until their final Earthly breath.

My only thought as I sat back down was, “God, why didn’t you just smite me down right then and there?” (I love the word smite).

Sometimes my zeal is problematic, as I just can’t seem to stop before I have stuttered my way through a sharing time.

All that stuttering and bumbling and red-faced humiliation aside, the message, that I poorly communicated, is truer than true.

Romans 8 speaks loudly of hope:

“For in this hope we were saved.”

The hope it is speaking of is the hope that is available (to all) through the blood sacrifice of the son of God. This is a hope for our lives here on planet Earth, as well as hope after we leave this place of “bondage and decay” for an eternity of “freedom and glory”after our current bodies have died their final death.

The dying man … that ‘hopeless’ man …

We might be baffled at why this man would not accept the free gift of salvation for sins and redemption for his life … really, it seems a ‘no brainer’ to those of us who have made accepted such a gift. Maybe this man is not ready to give up control, or maybe (as I think is often the heart of the matter) this man does not feel forgivable. Maybe he has memories of his life that he cannot imagine ever being forgiven, and certainly not forgotten … because he cannot forget …

Often, we humans act as the judge and jury of our sins. Deciding our eternity, our hope, based on the degree of sin in our lives. In the words of hymn writer Fanny Crosby:

“To God be the glory, great things He hathdone;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life, an atonement for sin,
And opened the lifegate, that all may go in.

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer, the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.”

There could be no greater hope, than the hope in the promise of God. And it is available to all, as long as we still have breath.

“And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.”
Psalm 39:7

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Last month in a post titled A Hidden Treasure, I shared pictures and a story of a desk that I found on the side of the road.

It was rather a purple monster of a piece of furniture (see pics below), sitting at the end of a driveway, with the word FREE on it. My weakness for things broken had me hauling home to my workshop garage. When it was unloaded, my dreams of making it a fresh and inspiring place to tap my fingers on the keyboard were making my mind explode.

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In no time the blood, sweat and tears that I poured into that train wreck of a bad paint job, dust and rough edges began to produce the dream that was forming the moment I first set my eyes on it.

I was imagining a simple, clean and classic look … I love how it turned out!

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Plus it is in the most sunny location of our house … a great bonus during monsoon season on the Pacific Wet West Coast.20130821-212621.jpg

I loved the character of the paneled sides and back … adding depth and architectural interest.

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A place to sit and smile at some of my favorite faces …

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And yes, that family picture is of every member on their cell phones …

if you can’t beat them …

… redeem them 😉

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When you look at the photos on this page, what do you see?

a. an old piece of junk?

b. a desk that has seen better days?

c. a piece of furniture with no good use?

d. a hidden treasure?

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As my son and I were driving down the road the other day, I noticed this purple monster at the end of someone’s lane-way, placed there as the weekly garbage. I was already braking as I passed, in preparation for my abrupt u-turn just meters down the road.

I pulled into the lane, and smiled broadly at my son, who rolled his eyes, smiled back, and stated, “I figured” as he was opening his door, knowing that his growing biceps would be soon put to use.

A sign declaring ‘FREE’ was on the ground beside it, blown off by the gentle summer breeze.

The desk appeared upon first observation to be structurally sound, terribly dusty, and … purple. I quickly discarded those immediate observations for the ones my imagination was dreaming up … cleaned, freshly painted, and sitting in my loft … a place for me to sit and write, without the warming on my legs from my archaic laptop.

And so, my faithful son assisted me as I lifted it into the back of our van. Then assisted me to remove it from the van once home again.

As of bedtime it has been washed inside and out, sanded, and primed with a delightful ‘gripping’ primer (it grabs to any surface, even without sanding). Tomorrow begins the painting (not purple), and the fulfilling of my dream of the beauty I see under the dust, dirt and purple paint, in my minds eye. Tomorrow I plan to bring the beauty that I know exists, just under the surface, out with the eyes and hands of one who desires to redeem what first appeared as trash, into the treasure that it’s original builder had in mind.

This is how God as the original builder and creator, sees us. He knows fully the beauty, possibility and value that is beneath our selfishness, bruises, scars and sin. And it is He who redeems … cleans, makes new, purifies. It is the blood of His Son, not paint, that covers over the sins of our lives, and makes us as new … as we were always intended to be.

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”
2 Corinthians 5:17

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
Psalm 139:13-14

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you,”
1 Peter 1:3-4

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Anyone who knows me knows that I

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DETEST

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country music … So I apologize, because the song I am about to introduce is … country … heck, lets just call it folk music (somehow calling it ‘folk’ music makes it sound better to my ears).

The song “Come to the River” would seem to be inspired by John 4:13-15 …

“Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.””

As I’d heard the song over and over, the lyrics started to penetrate my mind, and I found myself singing along (sans twang). It certainly is a catchy tune … I almost want to line dance!

Rhett Walker is not a man who has always had his ‘stuff’ together. As a sixteen year old, who frequently got into fights, used drugs, and had a pregnant girlfriend, he had to make a choice to either keep on the current path or step it up.

“He stepped up. “It was like, Man, what am I doing?” he remembers. “I’ve still got my senior year left, but I’ll have to leave this religious school where I’m high most of the time anyway. My girlfriend’s having a baby, and I have no job. I finally sat down with April, who is now my wife, and said: We’ve done everything wrong that we possibly can. Let’s do everything right from here on out.” Rhett and April got married. He rededicated his life to God, and she accepted Jesus for the first time. He got a diploma, and she made their $300-per-month apartment into a home. They welcomed a daughter, Rileigh, and became active in church where Walker began leading worship.” ( http://www.rhettwalkerband.com )

The realities of his life, his mistakes, and the redemption that he received from Christ is expressed in a very real and tangible way through his folksy music.

… and thirst no more …

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This long weekend is a time of refreshment, a time of rest, maybe even a time of redemption …

When I first heard the song, Worn, by Tenth Avenue North, I thought the words were echoing my hearts cry in my own ears, because I was … worn.

I needed to hear the story behind it, and you can too … just below (warning, if you are old like me his language might make you giggle … or roll your eyes a time or two 😉 ).

The lyrics are below:

“I’m Tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world

And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

I know I need to lift my eyes up
But I’m too weak
Life just won’t let up
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

My prayers are wearing thin
Yeah, I’m worn
Even before the day begins
Yeah, I’m worn
I’ve lost my will to fight
I’m worn
So, heaven come and flood my eyes

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

Yeah I’m worn”

Now check out the video to see if you, too, hear words echoing your hearts cry in your own ears.

“Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn”

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