Monday, November 30, 2009

SAINTS OF CHRISTIAN HALLS! Through the years!

Through the years I have become acquainted with some men and women who were much older than myself. Some were in Bible Studies; some in Sunday School; some at Church and some in the workplace. I want to share a little bit about these dear ones through some letters and thoughts they have shared with me along with just memories. Perhaps it will inspire you to share with those who have crossed your paths and remember what you have learned from each other. Perhaps it will give you a different outlook as to what Christmas can mean to those who have been either forgotten by their families, or don't have any family left. Perhaps it will help to put the spirit of Christmas more into perspective instead of worrying about how the world views Christmas. Perhaps you will realize how God helps you to help others financially and cheerfully without it hurting your budget and giving you the warm Christmas feeling that we all want.

Apparently we have forgotten that God is God and we don't have to defend Him; explain Him or clarify His reasons. The latest of the insults to the Christian's Christmas is that the President wants a "holiday tree" at the White House instead of a "Christmas Tree." Seems ironic how political correctness can stand out like a sore thumb, but in itself is pure foolishness. A tree is a tree is a tree when it is standing in the forest, in our front yards or is decorated to the hilt inside our houses. At least it still has the ring of holiness; The word holiday as in holiday tree stands for Holy day! A baby step but a step all the same. Keeping in mind, God made all trees!

I remember a time when it was suggested that you use a tumble weed and place only a manger under it. I loved that idea but couldn't get my Mom to go for it. I keep thinking in the back of my mind that my sister Janice and her family did something like that because they were going to Clarence's family for Christmas. The idea is to put the Christ first within your Christmas celebration. No matter how we try to decorate we will never outdo God and His magnificent Angels in the sky; the Shepherds watching in the fields; The magnificent Choir singing; "Glory to God in the Highest and on earth, peace among men with whom He is pleased!" Luke 2:14 How about those Wise Men from the East? We know that God set the world on fire that night!

We all have made a mockery of the celebration of the birth of Jesus, but we want to celebrate it. We all have welcomed some of the creative, worldly ways like; Santa Claus, Rudolph the Red nosed Reindeer; the giving and receiving of gifts, not to mention the way our economy focuses on how our shopping, shopping, shopping keeps the retailer in business and lifts the fallen dollar to continue being a player in the game.

I love Christmas! I love decorating! I love baking! I love doing the 12 days of Christmas! Jennifer, my daughter bakes! Twelve days before Christmas Jim and I would take a Christmas plate with Jennifer's freshly baked goodies to a home inhabited by an elderly couple, a widow or widower. We visit; talk about their Christmas pasts and have prayer with them. We haven't done this since we moved to Klamath Falls but are planning to do it again this year.

Don't let your neighbor, your Community or even our Federal Government cause you to skip a beat with your Christmas celebration. Don't worry about how the world celebrates; God knew these things would happen. I use this scripture often but it is worth repeating; "Prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world." Philippians 2:15 Hang your Christmas lights outside and put your Christmas tree in the window for all your neighbors to see. Letting the light of Jesus Christ shine from you is most important! This glow must follow you wherever you go! I love the glow of Christmas and right now our home is looking a lot like the Christmas, I feel inside of me. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/29/09

Friday, November 27, 2009

THANKSGIVING! Black Friday?

Black Friday is a name given to the day after Thanksgiving for the retail business. Sort of sets the reality of our world doesn't it? I have heard that Black Friday can be an all out war in the department stores so that the early shoppers get the worm or at least lower prices; that is if you wear combat boots and carry a big stick. I have never joined in.

In my lifetime there have been 4 major wars and we are currently in the 5th. As each conflict began and ended our country either prospered or spiraled downward. We walked away from the Korean Police Action under President Truman. It was evident that our country was distancing themselves from God when President Johnson called it quits and we broke ranks and our promises in Viet Nam. At that time, our country no longer gave honor to the war heros who felt rejected and disgraced. Then Sexual immorality within the office of the presidency came into play during the 90's and brought our country down even further. It appeared that many didn't even care! So having a black Friday the day after Thanksgiving seems to be fitting.

Even Jesus, talking to the Pharisees and scribes said; "This people honors Me with their lips, but their heart is far away from Me. But in vain they worship Me; teaching as doctrines the precepts of men." Matthew 15:8-9 What has been happening to this place we call home? Nobody likes to talk about these things! Many put their heads in the sand. "For what will a man profit, if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul?" Matthew 16:26

But there is good news! We can always; "Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him, bless His name, for the Lord is good; His loving kindness is everlasting ahd His faithfulness is to all generations." Psalm 100:4-5 God is faithful even today! We can be thankful to Him during this season and every day because we are a blessed nation and a blessed people, in spite of our leaders and their worldly ways.

Thanksgiving is time for praising our God because praise inhabits His people. Praising God with songs of rejoicing brings joy among God's people. Lets think about God's goodness! Lets count the blessings and take note of all the tiny splashes of joy that create the huge puddles we walk in daily, because we know that God is with us.

Have you ever felt the abandonment of the moment? Joyce and I were teenages, walking home from school one afternoon in the rain. The streets were flooding and we started walking down the middle of the street. Because we were with shoes in our hands, splashing in ankle deep water near the curbs filled with abandonment, seemed the right thing to do. Give thanks to our Lord with abandonment of the moment because all things come from Him. In reality thanksgiving is an action, not a day! Happy are the people that call upon their Lord and welcome Him into their gates with thanksgiving and praise!" It is the right thing to do!

"See that none of you repays evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to all. Rejoice always; Pray constantly; Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit; do not despise prophesying. But test everything; hold fast what is good; abstain from every form of evil." 1 Thessalonians 5:15-22

When we hold fast and are obedient to God's word, He is patient and waits for us. We think many times about our waiting on the Lord but first and foremost, He is waiting on us. "Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall! Happy are the people whose God is the Lord." Psalm 144:15 Happy indeed are those who live in the United States of America! By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/18/09

Thursday, November 26, 2009

THANKSGIVING! 2009

Today is Thanksgiving 2009! Washington and Lincoln signed proclamations and even the New York Governor appointed an annual Thanksgiving Day in 1817 but it wasn't until President Roosevelt, in 1941 that it became a matter of federal law. The new law resolved all the states differences 68 years ago today. This is a national holiday and so even if you aren't a Christian you get the day off and usually have a feast with the honored guest, a turkey.

Our God is the same yesterday, today and forever! It sort of brings the whole idea of thanksgiving into perspective because down through generations, Godly people have always given our Lord thanks. In spite of adverse conditions and seeing the cup being half full or half empty, we are truly a blessed nation with much to be thankful for. As Christians we don't need a special day because we have everyday to be thankful.

Seeing how the first Thanksgiving came about should help us to be mindful that we are the current generation who is reaping what those people sowed so many years ago. We are the generation of today and we still have a special day to remember our blessings and the bounty God has provided. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could say that each generation that followed stood tall and that down through the years, the dreams of our forefathers came to fruition? However, just as generations before us, we have failed to keep the dreams alive. The dream of a country that believes that God is and ever shall be the ruler of all mankind. A country that holds truth above all things and knows that it will fall unless the inward parts are built on nothing less than Jesus Christ.

Our forefathers knew that this country would not be perfect but they thought that Godly people would be able to "Prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world." Philippians 2:15 Today the world wants to put our lights out! Are you willing to keep your generator running? I am!

I received an email from missionaries to the Ukraine; The Lemke's. Janice says; "We have much to be grateful for. Americans look at the falling stock market and worry about retirement; People in other parts of the world wonder if they will eat dinner. Americans hope new political leaders can protect our standard of living; People in other parts of the world hope loved-ones and livelihoods can survive marauders or tribal warfare. Those on welfare in the US, rank among the wealthiest citizens; We are indeed blessed!"

Sometimes my heart breaks when I see the evil that surrounds us in this world. Evil that rapes our children and devastates our land. "Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will act." Psalms 37:5 We are earnestly warned against worrying about earthly things. Instead we are to put our trust in God; claiming His promises and thanking Him in advance for His answer to prayer. "Have no anxiety about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God." Philippians 4:6 We are to thank Him in advance for His answer at the time we make our requests known.

I pray that you, who know our Savior, know He is patient. He waits at His table wanting His people to call upon His name. He is waiting today, to hear your words of thanksgiving and your thoughts of praise. He is waiting to hear your prayers and supplications and of thanksgiving. How blessed our nation is that we have a special day set aside just for that! Thank you Lord for this day! By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/18/09

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

THANKSGIVING! Getting old!

I was talking with my sister Jean a couple of days ago. She was commenting on the youngest in our family, Jeri, celebrating her 64th birthday a few days before. When did the youngest in our very large family get so old? Now that she is this old, we can't believe how old we have become! Jean's favorite line is; "You are as old as you feel!" Another one is; I don't mind getting older, but I never say I am old!"

Jean is the Matriarch of our family! She was sharing with me that she didn't want to move from Iowa in 1947. She didn't want to leave all her friends and the place where she had lived all her life. However, Mom needed help on the train with the baby, Jeri. The younger ones always saw Jean as their second Mother.

Looking back on the various Thanksgivings in our family it was a day to look forward to. It was a day filled with chaos and with baking and roasting smells permeating the air. Many women bumping into each other within the walls of small kitchens and locating as many tables as could be found, along with chairs to seat everyone.

Jim and I hosted several Thanksgiving Dinner's at our home while living in California. A long L shaped table draped with many table clothes to make it look like one L shaped table, when in fact it was 5. The number of guests would vary year to year but room seemed to be available. In Iowa we always had goose but one time in California I remember, a Turkey; a Goose and a Duck! We were moving on up! Life was good! Family then and now is precious! We thank God for our very large family!

The Churches in our lives always saw to it, that our family of many, had whatever we would need as far as can goods, baking supplies and turkey, to help set our Thanksgiving Table. Many times this was needed and many times we were okay but the church still wanted to help. The Church has always been there for our large family! God places you in the church you need wherever you are, just when you need it. We thank God for the Church!

I have lived in a blessed Nation all my life! I know that today, you may raise your eyebrows and frown. You ask; "What do you mean, a blessed nation?" God is still the God of my life; God is the God of my heart! My government, nor the laws of my community, are not where my blessings come from. However, God works in mysterious ways! "All things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28 I pray that I am among those He calls faithful! We thank God for being in our lives and in doing so, we live in a blessed Nation!

I have loved the family of my youth and I love the family that God has blessed Jim and me with. "We praise God from whom all blessings flow!" With Jim, I have been able to strive to become the woman God has created me to be. With me, Jim has been able to strive to become the man God has created him to be. Because of our union, our children Dan and Jennifer along with Dan's wife, Faye and their three sons have been able to strive to be the person's God has created them to be. We thank God for our little Christian family!

"Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you; therefore He exalts Himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for Him." Isaiah 30:18 As we wait for Him, He is patiently waiting for us. How do we wait? By trusting in Him; by reading His word; by being obedient to Him and His word. Can you do it? "I can do all things through Him who strengthens me!" Philippians 4:13 "Thank you Lord for saving my soul; Thank you Lord for making me whole; Thank you Lord for giving to me, Thy great salvation so rich and free!" By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/23/09

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

THANKSGIVING! Box R Recap

The weather report said; SNOW! Of course having snow at BOX R is always exciting but getting there and leaving there when there is snow is a different story. We left early enough and it was as though the Windy pushed us all the way. The wind was so fierce that we weren't sure if even the car would keep to the road ahead, but it did. Along the way, the snow came which made our traveling much slower. By the time we neared our destination it was still spitting but not much on the ground. Others had similar experiences but around 12:30 am, when the last car drove up the dirt road, the gang was all there, lights were out.

Very early the next morning; around 2:00 am to be exact, I looked out the window and saw the last cabin was dark; I breathed a sigh of relief; noticed the white stuff all around us; then crawled under the electric blanket, snuggled as close to Jim as I could get and then relaxed and thanked God for His hedge of protection for all the travelers.

You all have experienced family times away from home. You all have memories of grand family gatherings. You all have pictures that cause the memory juices to overflow with bits and pieces of fun times, sad times and even the ingathering of the Saints. To ingather means to bring the lost into the fold. At BOX R this weekend we were all in unison as we brought our worship and praise before the Lord. How glorious that is to a family gathering!

My #2 grandson, Ryan, has learned to crochet. He picked it up on his own and others in his class followed his lead and many of them are presently in the Home Economic's class. They prepared many items and set up a booth at the 'Shepherd's Market' that is held annually at this time of the year as a fund raiser for the school; their booth was a fund raiser for their Senior Class. Ryan crochet a cap for his Uncle Lynn while at Box R. A bright orange crochet cap took Ryan a couple of hours but the joy of the results will be memorable for a life time.

"The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; pray therefore the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest." Matthew 9:37 Sometimes it is difficult for us to reach those we love. We must pray that God will send a laborer to them; one who knows and understands God's ways. One who can reach your loved one and bring them into God's harvest. We become impatient but God is the author of salvation and He will convict them when the timing is right.

The word salvation means safety or soundness. Many of us think of it as 'justification'; meaning, "just as if I've never sinned." Others think of it as; regeneration, sanctification, glorification, redemption, propitiation, grace and forgiveness. However you think of it, it comes down to the fact that God has harvested us into His kingdom. What a place to be ! How glorious heaven will be! Perhaps, a Box R in heaven! An ingathering of all of God's Saints into one place but not for a weekend; for eternity.

With Thanksgiving day rapidly approaching us this week, we become mindful of our blessings and love for one another. Hopefully it will cause the Christian to become motivated to live according to God's word. "Besides this you know what hour it is, how it is full time now for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed; the night is far gone, the day is at hand. Let us then cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light." Romans 13:11-12 In other words, we know not when the Lord will appear again, but we can be assured He is coming. Let's be prepared!

"I'm so glad to be a part of the Family of God"; washed in the Fountain; Cleansed by His Blood!" Aren't you? By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/23/09

Monday, November 23, 2009

THANKSGIVING! His Loving Kindness is Everlasting!

Shortly after we moved into our first home we brought our first baby into it and became a family. Nanelle's Miss Frosty was a sweet little Beagle who grew to be 12 inches tall. Not the smallest of Beagles but obviously not one of the biggests either. We loved her and she loved us!

A lot of dogs can sit but our Frosty could sit for a long, long time. When she wanted something she would come and sit at our feet and wave her front paws in the air until we gave her whatever she wanted. She loved Christmas ribbon candy and as soon as I put the dish out she was there sitting in front of it. One day she began begging for another reason and it took us a while to know what it was she wanted. She was desperate!

She started begging at me off and on throughout one afternoon. When Jim arrived home I told him about her strange behavior. He sat down and she ran over to him and sat up and began waving her paws. She began to whimper! Jim checked her all over and couldn't find anything.

She continued sitting up on her hind quarters and begging vigorously. Jim realized in her moaning, she had her mouth opened. He began to try looking in her mouth and felt around with his fingers. In between her molars on the lower right side of her mouth he felt a foreign object.
She had a small piece of bone wedged in between her molars. Jim began to wiggle it until he finally was able to remove it. Frosty was so excited that she was all over him. She was so filled with gratitude that she was unable to restrain herself.

In reflecting on this incident, Frosty came to me for help but in her little heart she knew I couldn't help her. When her father (as I like to call him) came home, she knew he would take care of her. She trusted me but she had faith in what Jim could do. I think sometimes that is how we are with the church. We have the church, which is here to love and nurture God's people. We come to the church for help and put our trust in the church. But the church is for encouragement and the uplifting of the saints. The church does what it can in fulfilling our physical and spiritual needs but it is God the Father where our real help lie's!

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1 "I will lift my eyes to the mountains, from when shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1-2 The Thanksgiving season is always a time for reflection; it is a time for counting our blessings and praising God. I submit to you that we should be doing this daily. "How blessed is everyone who fears the Lord, who walks in His ways. When you shall eat of the fruit of your hands, you will be happy and it will be well with you." Psalm 128:1-2

"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; For His loving kindness is everlasting; Give thanks to the God of gods, for His loving kindness is everlasting; Give thanks to the Lord of lords, for His loving kindness is everlasting; To Him, who alone does great wonders, for His loving kindness is everlasting; To Him who made the heavens with skill, for His loving kindness is everlasting; To Him who spread out the earth above the waters, for His loving kindness is everlasting; To Him who made the great lights, for His loving kindness is everlasting; The sun to rule by day, for His loving kindness is everlasting; The moon and stars to rule by night, for His loving kindness is everlasting." Psalm 136:1-9

We should be vigorous with our thanksgiving and praise. We should be excited; jubilant and filled with gratitude as we come before our Lord. "Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving; Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms." Psalm 95:2 By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/17/09

Friday, November 20, 2009

CELEBRATIONS! A Weekly Celebration.

Years ago I read an article and kept some of the thoughts as research material. Since it was so long ago I don't remember what were her thoughts or what were mine. However, I wanted to mention her name because I feel she was speaking exactly what I believe. Connie Hopper/April 2002 Singing News (The Printed voice of Southern Gospel Music)
A WEEKLY CELEBRATION finds Christ's Church meeting everywhere throughout the world and somewhere in a local congregation. There are many names for it but some call it Sunday Morning Worship; some call it Church; some call it Sunday School and Church; and all know that it is a celebration of the resurrection of our Lord and Savior. Oh, I know Easter is coming but we remember Him the first day of every week.

Have you ever asked yourself why you go to church on Sunday mornings? Is it because it is a good thing to do? Perhaps it is a habit? I would like to think it is a desire of the heart that takes you there so you can sing His praises; so you can lift your voices together in unity and worship. I would like to think it is for the moment of coming face to face with your Lord and Savior at His table. His table, which He instituted so we would remember Him and His suffering for each of us. Jesus promised He would not eat this bread or drink this cup again until he eats and drinks with His Apostles when he returns. The early church followed this memorial and so do we today. It is a celebration of His death! A celebration of His resurrection! A celebration.

You know, the cross was a terrible death and Jesus endured it for us. What kind of love would lead a man to die like this? What kind of man would suffer excruciating torture for ungrateful sinners? What kind of a Father would let His son be brutalized and degraded like that? Have you ever wondered why? Jesus is a builder! He is building a bridge that spans the world into His kingdom, the church. John 3:16 says that "God so Loved the world!" His love was given, to give man a way to Him - the bridge! Jesus Christ!

Obviously, man's rebellion against God was so serious that only the perfect obedience of a perfect man could restore the breach between them. We know that man! He is Jesus! Yet to His countrymen, His death was a stumbling block and it was foolishness to the Gentiles. Even today it is a stumbling block and it is often explained away as folly. A crucified God can only be perceived by faith and love. Reason can be explained, but love believes. Reason can persuade, but love convinces. In 1 Corinthians 13:7 it says; "For love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."

That kind of love which emptied itself out on the cross - can never really be emptied out - as a matter of fact it was and is being offered to us today. God's love cries down through the ages saying "This is my beloved son, listen to Him; This is my beloved son, follow Him; This is my beloved son, love Him; This is my beloved son, imitate Him." Many times, the scripture that says; "Let a man examine himself, and so eat of the bread and drink of the cup" in 1 Corinithians 11:28 does not mean we are to examine ourselves while at the table. We are to wash our hands before we come to the table. Your examination takes place moment by moment and you should be ready to be on your knees with thanksgiving and celebration as you remember the act on the Cross and the suffering that was executed on your behalf.

Anyone who eats or drinks without realizing that this is all about Jesus, is eating and drinking judgement upon himself. Verse 29! To often we want to think about ourselves when it has nothing to do with us. It is all about Him; Our Savior; Jesus the Christ; the Son of the Living God. "So then, my brethren, when you come together to eat, wait for one another." Verse 33 Hallelujah! What a Savior! Hallelujah, Amen! Adapted By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/18/09

Thursday, November 19, 2009

CELEBRATIONS! BOX R

BOX R became synonymous with Thanksgiving within most of our Oregon family. We held a family reunion in 1984 in California and in November 1985, those of us who lived in Oregon met again at Box R. At the time it was not known that we would continue to do this clear into 2002. It has been 7 years since we have been at Box R. We did get together at Fish Lake in 2007 but this year we are back at Box R once again. We are excited! We pray for safety on the roads!

At Box R we are away from everything! We have electricity and bathrooms, but no heat except for the large wood fireplace. There are two bedrooms in each cabin and lofts with mats. They do have kitchens with all the amenities and even a washer and dryer in each cabin. The wooded area, with a pond and a ghost town are some of the scenic spots we visit. There is a small grave yard that dates back to the 1800's and an old one room schoolhouse. A lot of additional construction has been going on in our absence, so we are looking forward to seeing what changes have been made and what new memories we can create.

Box R had been a tradition for 17 years. Box R will always be one of those kinds of memories that becomes a legacy handed down through generations of those who continued to celebrate at Box R; Because, it means family! Box R has always been a promise of great times. Those who couldn't make it, usually missed out on some special memory.

Included in our Box R memories is having a worship service and the hearing of God's word. Our family is blessed with talents galore. They are interchangeable! Many lead in worship of songs and praise, while others can preach the Word with knowledge and wisdom; Communion is shared and our hearts are laid at the feet of Jesus. Our bond in Jesus Christ brings us even closer to one another than do our family ties. "I will sing of the loving-kindness of the Lord forever; to all generations I will make known Thy faithfulness with my mouth." Psalm 89:1

The very first time we went to Box R it was during beautiful fall weather. It was chilly with smells of pine permeating the air. But snow fell during our stay and no one was particularly prepared for that. But oh how wonderful it was! The dryers came in handy because every time the kids went out to play, everything had to be dried before they could go out again.

When it was time to leave, the dirt road we came in on, was now covered with over a foot of snow. We were going to have to plow it with our cars and trucks. Some had chains! Lynn and Kathleen's car was long and low. Many were there to help to get in on the move, which was a good thing. The adventure of leaving Box R was pretty exciting to say the least. After we all reached the Green Springs Hwy, we drove about 10 miles or so and then pulled over to take our chains off. So memorable and invigorating. We could hardly wait until we could do this again.

I don't believe we ever had as much snow as that first time, but we have had snow. Never quite know what our weekend will hold but we have never been disappointed. I guess that is why we are looking forward to this year and returning to Box R, once again.

"Enter His gates with thanksgiving. And His courts with praise! Give thanks to Him; bless His name, for the Lord is good! His loving-kindness is everlasting and His faithfulness is to all generations." Psalm 100:4-5 That is exactly what we do when we come together at Box R. We are there to celebrate Thanksgiving with loved ones. We are there to celebrate our Lord's faithfulness and His blessings. Hear our prayers, O Lord! By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/14/09

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

CELEBRATIONS! Happenstance's

Happenstance's is a time of happenings. Some happenings are not good but bad; maybe sad or even a chance occurrence. Some happenings are considered fortunate or perhaps joyous. Happy spontaneous events put a spring in our step and we want to celebrate.

Jim would come home from work, many times, and tell me he got a raise. We would celebrate! Many times we have an amount of money we can spend on groceries and after paying the clerk, we have money left over. Praise God! Let's go to lunch! We celebrate. We pay bills three times a month because that is when we get paid. We have money again, let's celebrate!

Spontaneous celebrations come often and more times than not, Jim and I are always ready to celebrate. Are you? Do you take advantage of those special splashes of joy that come your way and celebrate? If you don't, you should. Life is far to short to pass up any opportunity to laugh, enjoy the moment and celebrate.

My sister Joyce started a tradition within her family, that live close to her and Chuck. Every Sunday night they all come together at Grandma's and Grandpa's house where Joyce prepares a feast. Joyce and Chuck never seem to do anything halfway. They have a big house and big yard that sits in the middle of 7 acres. They have a big table which includes a big welcome to all. They have lots of grandchildren and life is good. They celebrate family every Sunday night!

Remember reading in the Old Testament about the great celebration that God instituted for the Israelites? The name came from the custom of proclaiming it by a blast on the trumpet. Every seventh year was a Sabbatic year and the Jubilee followed immediately after one of those years. It would occur the tenth day of the seventh month in the fiftieth year. It was a time to proclaim liberty to those in bondage and for all possessions that were sold or given away to be returned to their original owners. Even the ground was to remain fallow the year of the Jubilee, even though it had been fallow during the year of the Sabbatic. There were some other things that would happen regarding property, but I am sure you get the picture.

God never goes halfway when he has a plan. Can you imagine a two year vacation? No work only play, no worries just rest and receiving back your antiques and your loved ones are home again? Even the name God gave the celebration, gives way to joyful shouts of glee; of anticipation of relaxation and not to mention two full years.

Some years ago, we took two of our grandkids to the Centennial celebration in Bonanza which is about 40 miles S/E of Klamath Falls. A small town of farmers and ranchers who still seemed to live in a time warp of the 40's and 50's. It was fun experiencing their country ways, even to the games that the boys played; throwing fresh eggs and hoping not to drop them and watching the parade of farm equipment, and animals. Their Jubilee was mostly one day with two extra days to set up and clean up. However, fun was had by all. Come Monday they all were back to work doing whatever they normally did Monday thru Friday. No two years here!

During hot weather thru the summer and even the coldest of days in winter, Jim will say to me; "Lets go for a ride!" I know immediately that means we are going to go and get an ice cream. I am ready in a flash and off we go to celebrate because whenever there is ice cream, a celebration
is about to happen.

"Let your fountain be blessed and rejoice in the wife of your youth." Proverbs 5:18 I love this verse! Likewise, you could say; "Let your life be blessed and rejoice in the husband of your youth." Our marriage vows has a line that says; "Remember your courtship's smiling days." Treat your family as guests and your guests as family and everyday becomes a celebration. Keep your heart light and your mind set on things above. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/13/09

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

CELEBRATIONS! Birthdays

Birthday celebrations were never anything more than cake in my family. I remember having cake on Sundays but the only other times, was when there was a birthday. In my teen years my mother made arrangements with the Helms Bakery truck to stop by on Saturday nights and she would buy whatever was left from the week. She had a big chest freezer in the garage and she would fill it up with bread, cakes, pies, donuts and whatever pastries that he carried or that she wanted. Now we could have these goodies whenever the spirit moved us.

Nothing tastes as good as frozen bread, defrosting in a hot oven and spread with butter. Oh my, was that ever good! Just like fresh made rolls, baked and served right from the oven. Have you ever eaten frozen cakes? It is like eating ice cream. Not smooth and creamy at first, but cold and flavorful and as it melts in your mouth, like cream. So good!

Now that we had these available, we enjoyed having desserts more often. I remember Lloyd saying it was somebody's birthday. I believe it was some politcal figure that we didn't know. My Mother perked up and said; "I don't think we have any cake left but we do have some ice cream."

When I was sixteen, Mom said it was okay for me to have a party. Of course, it meant I was to take care of it. My two sisters, Jean and Joetta shared an apartment outside of Inglewood, in Los Angeles. They said I could have my party there and invite some friends for a sleep over. In those days it was called a pajama party! Lonnie made his famous chili. Not sure how it got to the party but the girls were thrilled. I know we had cake, so I must have baked it. The special thing about the whole evening was, we all found our own way to the apartment and it was exciting, grown up and glamourous to spend the night there. Jean and Joetta were so cool!

My great niece gave birth to twins about a month ago. Two little girls with their own identities and personalities. Your right, they are not identical! What a celebration around the world, or at least their little world. Jessica, a little girl herself, loved being pregnant but she loves even more having these babies. I remember when my babies came along. I remember their birthday parties. I remember them growing up and becoming independent. most of my life is remembering them. Who would want to forget? Not me! Everyday, we celebrate them!

Some brithdays are more memorable than others but all birthdays mark another year; another milestone; another candle on the birthday cake. I think I have reached that point where you set the cake on fire. How about you? Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you started out old and each year you would get younger? Not sure I would like that but health wise it might be a good thing. Now days as you get older you are facing many obstacles that only come with old age. Most times, we want to forget the birthdays altogether.

Putting another candle on the birthday cake is saying; "I'm still here! I am still kicking! I have room to grow!" Did you know, that one of the most interesting things about a birth is our birthright? This means we are entitled by birth to a few natural privileges. "A good name is better than a good ointment and the day of one's death is better than the day of one's birth." Ecclesiastes 7:1 Solomon had a way with words. We are born to live and to die!

"Now this he did not say on his own initiative; but being high priest that year, he prophesied that Jesus was going to die for the nation." John 11:51 Our amazing God used Caiaphas to tell us in His word, that the Christ was born to die. He was to die for all! We too are born to die. But in the mean time we celebrate our birthdays because we are alive. We have but one life to live so let us live it with gladness of heart and purpose of mind. Let us live a life to be celebrated not only on our birthdays, but after we are gone. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/13/09

Monday, November 16, 2009

CELEBRATIONS!

Celebrations come in different packages. There are births; birthdays; first day of school and then graduation. First tooth and losing the first tooth; not to mention taking the first step and running a marathon. Attending your first prom and getting your drivers permit, and eventually, your drivers license. It seems that firsts are always an occasion to celebrate. There have been so many firsts, it is hard to know where to begin.

Often when we celebrate it is to commemorate or observe something with joy and exuberance. Many times it is paying tribute to an anniversary of an occasion that took place before and so it is remembered again and again with a celebration. In our culture, celebrations are a time to eat. Whether it is cake and ice cream, or a banquet we celebrate with food.

Before and after Jim and I married, he was attending Long Beach College. On Thursday nights after he left school, he would pick me up and we would go to Tony's on the Pier and have clam chowder. Until our babies came along, every Thursday night we would go to Tony's on the Pier and remember. He gave me my engagement ring on July 15, 1961, however I remember he asked me to marry him on July 10th. It was a Sunday night when he brought me home after our College and Career group meeting at church. These are memories worth celebrating!

We celebrate our anniversary! Sometimes we go away; sometimes we get dressed up and go to dinner; sometimes we wait and while visiting So. California, we go to Tony's on the Pier and walk down memory lane, again. I love it that Jim is sentimental! I love the way he loves me!

God loved celebrations! "Three times a year you shall celebrate a feast to me." Exodus 23:14 The Israelites were to observe the Feast of the Unleavenbread; commemorating leaving Egypt; the Feast of the Harvest at the first fruits of your labors; and the Feast of the Ingathering at the end of the year when you gather in the fruit of your labors from the fields. There were other celebrations that God recommended for His people, but these three were primarily for Him.

Don't you find it interesting that God's celebrations were with food. I suppose that is why when we celebrate we often do it with food. God has a feast planned in heaven, and I know it will be with food. How do I know? Because the Tree of Life bears fresh fruit every month.

They say that food should not be a part of your celebrations because it becomes more about food than what you are celebrating. We have food because we are celebrating; or, we are celebrating so we can have food? Either way, it works for me!

On Saturday, 11/7, we celebrated Adam being home on leave from Iraq, with family that lives about 1 1/2 hours away. When family comes together for any purpose it is always a celebration. The following Wednesday, 11/11, we not only celebrated Veteran's Day but we had a traditional Thanksgiving Dinner because my #1 grandson, Adam was leaving that Friday for Iraq. We in America believe that we are to take every opportunity to celebrate with one another because freedom is not free. Because family is important and loving one another is a part of life. Because celebrating brings joy even amongst the chaos. Being a Christian is a celebration!

"A cheerful heart makes a cheerful face." Proverbs 15:13a To celebrate means to observe joyfully. It makes us happy! It is "singing and making melody with your heart." Ephesians 5:19c "A joyful heart is good medicine." Proverbs 17:22a God wants us to be happy; God wants us to take time out and have a festival. God wants us to sing, to love and to be jubilant.

"For the Lord is good; His loving kindness is everlasting, and His faithfulness is to all generations." Psalm 100:5 As I sat amongst my little family at our table of Thanksgiving, I felt God's presence and His blessings. When we truly make an effort to walk with the Lord, He is ever present and His blessings overflow. Thank you Lord! By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/12/09

Friday, November 13, 2009

WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR? - Fear!

NOTE: We saw our #1 grandson, Adam, off this morning. He is on his way back to Iraq! Sometimes it is hard to say goodbye, so in my heart I say; "See you later!" Looking forward to May 2010!

You've watched enough TV and saw enough movies that depicts terror. You squirm in your seats and scream at the appropriate time. Most of the time you know what is coming because each one basically has the same theme. The unexpected has been revealed so many times, that you are no longer experiencing terror, but like being scared; living on the edge; want that adrenalin rush. We have become conditioned and yet for some, still appalled!

Today, everywhere we turn we become apprehensive because we don't know who our neighbor is and what he is about. We look at the color of their skin and listen intently to their dialect and become filled with a mild case of fear, because they could be terrorists. Are they?

Having been born just before WWII and attending schools just afterwards I learned that the Japanese were the bad guys. We didn't call them terrorists, we called them 'Japs!' We learned that the Germans were the really bad guys because of the Holocaust. We didn't call them terrorists, we called them 'Krauts!' Russia, once an ally, became our enemy and so was China, but we didn't call them terrorists, we called them our enemies. Today, we are politically correct!

Terrorists have been around for ages. The Philistines would raid villages time and time again; and each time God would raise up an army to defeat them. Because many have not liked America for their own reasons, we are now at war with terrorists. Terrorists have been building their hatred and now feel they are big and strong enough to take over the world.

Remember reading about the Muslin's, founded by Muhammad, who took Jerusalem in 1075? This was followed by 8 religious Crusades; 200 years, of recapture and losing Jerusalem. The Muslin cry "Kill the Infidel" resounded throughout the Muslim world then, and is still resounding today. They have become emboldened and feel indifferent to anyone who does not follow their religion; and will train anyone to fight and become a sacrifice for their cause. The terrorists use their own people to sacrifice their lives to kill the innocent; the brave and especially the Americans. They don't want us to become like them, they just want us dead!

Terror is what was felt when the two airplanes were willfully directed into two towers in New York; one plane into the Pentagon in Washington, DC; and another recaptured by our own, and crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. Terrorists are those who become suicide bombers and kill the innocent to support their leaders and their cause. Terrorism is the fear of not knowing when they will strike again. It is the continued operation of "Killing the Indifdel" by surprise. The idea of terrorism is to kill as many as possible. A camouflaged bomb strategically placed; and detonated by a triggered remote; by people who do not know our God of love.

God's word speaks to those who put their trust in Him. "You will not be afraid of the terror by night, or of the arrow that flies by day." Psalm 91:5 Those who are in God's care must remember; "And do not fear those who kill the body, but are unable to kill the soul; but rather fear Him, who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell." Matthew 10:28 That person is God!

Ever since 9/11 we are in fear and peer around every corner. We cautiously look at our neighbors with fear. We can't live like this! We can't fear what can befall us! We must live for Jesus and be concerned for the well being of our family, friends, church and neighbors. "The conclusion, when all has been heard, is to fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person. For God will bring every act to judgement, everything which is hidden. Whether it is good or evil." Ecclesiastes 12:13-14 We live in trying times, but putting our trust in Jesus is still the key to being content in all things. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 11/1/09

Thursday, November 12, 2009

WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR? - Oh, to be a Spy!

While working for TRW in Redondo Beach, California, Jim was offered a chance of a life time, when you are an up and coming Engineering Technician in the 'Space Program." A secret project was underway out in the hills of Australia using a military spy satellite, to spy on the Russians. If you have ever read the book called "The Falcon and the snowman" you will already know about how secretive, timely and how serious this project was. Even though they wanted single men to volunteer, Jim volunteered and was accepted. He was to go to Australia where no one could get in touch with him but the kids and I could go and live in Alice Springs where he could join us on most weekends.

Jim was excited because of the adventure it offered and I was apprehensive as to whether I could handle living in a country where I knew no one and no one knew me. The months flew by as Jim's preparations began, even though it seemed to be slow moving as far as the kids and I were concerned. No arrangements had been made for us and no arrangements were clear enough for me to plan. Of course nothing would be final for me until Jim was on his way and settled. My brother Lynn moved in with us because he was going to take care of our home during the two years we were to be gone.

About a month before Jim was to depart, he was denied the position and his plans were terminated. A single man came forward and volunteered. A man with no ties; a man free from any encumbrances. This was best for the project and Jim was no longer considered. I believe God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform because the following month, my brother Layton died. I needed to be with my family, Jim needed to be with me and Lynn needed us.

I can't remember a time in my life that something, wasn't going on in the world that caused suspicious activities that needed to be watched. I can't remember a time, that even while on the home front, precautions were taken to protect the citizens from harm. I can't remember a time, when the military wasn't active and foremost in the minds of young men.

Remember the huge spot lights before and after WWII searching the skies for unidentified planes? I do! We would sit on the curb and when we would hear the sirens, the blackout would begin. The lights in the homes would either be turned off or shaded by dark, dark, green shades. We would sit in the dark and watch many search lights all over the sky and thought, how beautiful. I remember the boys receiving a notice in their senior year in highschool requiring them to sign up for the draft. They are still required to register but not necessarily for the draft.

Remember the air raid drills that were held in the classrooms. When the siren sounded we would either get under our desks or march out into the halls and sit on the floor up against the walls. These were practice long after WWII so we would know what to do if the Germans, or Japanese came to bomb us again. Remember the bomb shelters that people were digging in their back yards or under their homes to store food and a place of safety if there was an atomic bomb? Today we face the possiblity of Nuclear or Biological warfare. We are frantic trying to find ways to protect our country. We face the terrorists and are afraid!

"In God, whose word I praise; in God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid. What can mere man do to me?" Psalm 56:4 Those of us who know the Lord, know that our safety lies in him and not in those we live with. In Matt 14:27b, when Jesus said; "Take courage, it is I; do not be afraid;" He was saying cast all your cares on Him; He is saying put your trust in Him and not in man." Psalm 118:8 Young men and women want to be brave. They want to be positive and to become all they can be. Pray for our soldiers! By Jane Ann Crenshaw 10/15/09

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR? - Neighbor's

Vicki and her family rented the house located between us and their landlord, Bob and Nelda. I don't remember how long we were neighbors but I do remember Mourey and Rosalie. Rosalie was a little deaf and Mourey was a big boy. A year or two later we met Marshall, Vicki's nephew, who came to live with them. Honestly, I don't know if they were in the country legally or illegally; I just know that they were our neighbors and Momma liked Vicki. Us kids learned a little Spanish like; agua, si and that is all I can remember. Mom learned how to cook a few Mexican dishes. But mostly, Vicki was Momma's friend. Mourey followed my youngest brother Larry around everywhere. Marshall was a little bit more on the wild side but Larry kept him in check. Rosalie was shy and sweet and Joyce's friend. I Often wondered about those kids and their life as they grew up.

Vicki worked at one of the farms as a bean picker. Lynn and I wanted to make some money so we went with Vicki to the big farm on Redondo Beach Blvd. Picking beans was not easy and you had to pick a lot of beans to make any kind of money. You were paid by the bushel and to us, that was a lot of beans. We picked and picked until lunch time. We didn't have anything for lunch. Vicki had homemade refried beans inside a homemade tortilla. We sat on the stoop with her and watched her as she ate her tiny burrito. I guess she got tired of us watching and drooling so she offered us one. I remember thinking how good that tasted.

Then we went back to picking the beans. I had just finished one bushel and had taken it to the old lady to have it weighed and the amount noted on my card. Then I walked down to the next row and saw Lynn way down at the other end. Just then a Mexican man came up and put his arm around my waist, he smelt of fly paper. Lynn saw it and dropped his basket and walked calmly up to where I was with this man holding onto me. I didn't know what to do! Lynn took my hand and we left. Our bean picking days were over. I wonder if Lynn remembers this!

I mention this family because of the world we have come to live in today. The first thing that pops into our heads, when we meet a Mexican or someone of Spanish descent is; are they aliens; are they here legally. We wonder if they really are illegal and working here, receiving US dollars to send home to their families. We wonder if they are terrorists. But mostly; we wonder if our tax dollars are being taken out of our pockets and diverted to them.

Most foreigners come to our contry willing to work for whatever amount of money they can. Most are willing to do any menial type job. Today we are afraid of the foreigners because they take jobs away from Americans. Of course if the American wanted the job why haven't they applied for it before the foreigner arrived and took it. Makes you wonder, doesn't it!

"For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat." 2 Thessalonians 3:10 Here in America we don't want anyone to go hungry so our Government gives them money/food stamps and much fraud is perpetrated. Women with children are registered and receive help, but their husbands or live in boy friends reap the benefits. "For we hear that there are some which walk among you disorderly, working not at all, but are busybodies." 2 Thessalonians 3:11 This is talking about the brethren, but all do it.

Times are different today than they were in the 50's. Times have changed since 9/11 and the invader cast a disastrous spell upon us. Times call for us to beware of our neighbors and our friends. "But ye brethren, be not weary in well doing. And if any man obey not our word by this epistle, note that man, and have no company with him, that he may be ashamed. Yet count him not as an enemy, but admonish him as a brother. I Thessalonias 3;13-15 Momma loved Vicki and that was enough for us. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 10/14/09

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR? - His Wife!

Anna was 12 when she came over from the old country; Germany! Like Pat she was not educated but she loved America and learned all she could about the country she was living in. I am sure working as a housekeeper for a lawyer afforded her time to learn about the ways of the rich and famous in the United States.

They lived in a small four room house. It was cluttered as the furniture was big and very old fashioned even for the forties. I suspect much of her furniture had come with her from the old country. The flowered wall paper was so soiled that you could hardly see the leaves or petals. There was one particular piece that stood out from the rest in my memory. It was a cupboard with many different sizes and shapes of dishes. She could be found often washing the dishes and polishing the wood. I think it was her most cherished possession!

Anna, being from the cold country brought a lot of the old ways with her. Her dress style came with many slips of different colors and she wore two dresses at a time. When she sat down she would pull at her skirts to be sure her legs were covered. For her legs to be exposed would be a bad thing for Anna.

Anna had a favorite saying; "That's the way it goes." This would come out of her mouth no matter what the conversation was. Janice and I went to visit with her and our main objective was to say "That's the way it does" before she did. Janice won! We left feeling embarrassed! My sister Joetta tells the story about inviting Anna over to have a piece of cake that Joetta had just baked. Joetta asked her if she wanted another piece. Anna said; "Oh, Yes!" "I went to town but I didn't buy what I was going to, instead I..... Here Anna wandered off with; "But I did see and talked to some friends." Then she named several people. Obviously, Anna wasn't always working with a full deck. But she was always quiet and sweet.

Anna was a little lady with very long hair. It was so long that when she parted it for braiding, she would sit on half of it while she braided the other half. She always wore her hair in braids across the top of her head. Very prim and proper, not to mention very self conscious.

When her husband Pat died, she closed up her home and went to live with the Hess's. Not really sure who they were, perhaps the Lawyer and his family. My mother went to Iowa in 1952 for a visit. Having had several operations, Anna was dying of cancer. Mom found her in a convalescent home. Anna was 72 when whe passed away which was not long after Mom's visit.

"And let not your adornment be merely external; braiding the hair and wearing gold jewelry, or putting on dresses." 1 Peter 3:3 A puzzling scripture. Now, what is wrong with braiding your hair? Peter is talking about adorning yourselves to draw attention to yourself. "But rather by means of good works, as befits women making a claim to godliness." 1 Timothy 3:10

Today, much of our appearance has to do with the culture we live in. There are those who adorn themselves with bright and shiny things on the outside which blinds those who wish to see what is on the inside. "But let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit which is precious in the sight of God." 1 Peter 3:4 Pierced body parts comes to my mind of adorning oneself to draw attention.

I was just a little girl who was so impressed with this couple with the old world ways still imbedded in their lifestyle, that I was able to pick up on their gentle ways and sincerity of life.
I was just a child and yet when I became a teenage, I did a paper for my Senior English class on the "Most Unforgettable Character I had ever met;" using them as my subject. Today, it causes me to wonder if my lifestyle has ever impressed a child; I wonder if my ways have caused someone to remember me! I wonder! I wonder. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 10/13/09

Monday, November 9, 2009

WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR? - Unforgettable!

His brogue told of his origin from Port Ireland; his face was that of an ageless Gaelic elf, wrinkled and brown. Under peaked white brows, his eyes were steel gray. He was tall with stooped shoulders and moved with a quick, bobbing gait. He was in his seventies when we came to live next door to him and his wife, Anna.

I must have been a very small child when I first met this couple. I must have heard most of what I remembered about them from my family, because Pat McCarthy passed away in 1946 at the age of 78 from a stroke. We moved to California in 47; I was 9 years old!

Hearing these stories caused Pat to become one of the most unforgettable character's I had ever met. Once he brought a letter he received in the mail and handed it to my Dad. Pat never had an education but he did know how to read. He knew his name when he saw it and the name on this letter wasn't his. My Dad looked at it and said he would take care of it and so Pat left it in my Dad's capable hands and returned home. The letter was addressed to 'Occupant.'

Twice a week Pat would come over to our house and would ask my brother Lloyd if he could use the phone; "Morning Roy," Morning Roy"; "Can I use your phone?" Lloyd would dial for him and with intensity he would listen for someone to answer and then with his Irish brogue he would say; "Eve's Bakery?" Hello, Hello, this is Pat McCarthy speaking!" He would order his day old bread and then hang up the receiver cross ways. Most times he would stay and visit with Lloyd for a while.

Pat's Ingersoll watch, that he had owned for over 20 years, quit working. He brought it over and asked my Dad to look at it and maybe fix it. usually an Ingersoll watch only cost about $1.00 at that time and was guaranteed for one year. My Dad confirmed it wasn't working anymore and suggested he throw it away or take it back to the store. Pat left disappointed but still with watch in hand.

Another time Pat ordered a pair of shoes from the Sears catalogue. When they didn't come he called the company to find out why the delay. The Sales Manager said that the shoes were C.O.D. When Pat heard that, he thought they had misunderstood him so he explained as only Pat could; he didn't order C.O.D. he ordered shoes.

We live in the largest melting pot in the world. It may have started with the Mayflower and the Pilgrims but down thru the ages people of many origins, color, languages; of Asian, Oriental and ethnic cultures have made their home in America. We live in a complex world when it comes to having neighbors of foreign descent. We live looking at our neighbors with suspicision. With wonder and perplexities. Should we allow them into our circle or should we keep our distance. It wasn't always like this, but America is a different place in a different time.

I don't think Pat had a profession except perhaps being a professional handyman. He did odd jobs! He would never qualify for a pension and so his wealth was not in his possessions. He was a man well liked. He was kind and considerate.

"Love is patient, love is kind, and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant."
1 Corinthians 13:4 It is amazing that the most familiar verses are sometimes the hardest for us to put into action. The love chapter is telling us to be kind! "And be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you." Ephesians 4:32 We are to love our neighbors, whoever they are! Kindness is a character trait of love.

"And the Lord's bond-servant must not be quarrelsome, but be kind to all, able to teach, patient when wronged." 2 Timothy 3:24 Ask yourself; "Is my middle name, kind?" I pray it can be, because that is what God wants us to be. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 10/13/09

Friday, November 6, 2009

POT LUCK - Parent, SLow Down!

Jim and I are people watchers! We always comment on how fast people walk! When they are alone we wonder; "Where are they going and why are they in such a hurry?" Many times they are holding a child's hand. Why is it that the adult can't see or even feel that more times than not, they are dragging the child behind them. The child is running as fast as their little legs can go, to keep up or to keep from falling down. I want to yell: "Slow down? Can't you see that those little legs can't keep up with you today!" Many times when the child is holding them back, they reach down and swing the child up into their arms and begin to walk even faster.

I have heard it is customary for the men in Asian countries to walk ahead of their women. She follows along at a running pace to keep up and yet never along side. My legs are short! I use to walk very fast, taking many steps to keep up. Then I met Jim! Jim says he has short legs and maybe he does. What I know about Jim's legs are that they walk slow and I have no trouble keeping up with him. He even holds my hand! Recently we learned he is considered an old geezer! He has many old ways about him and I would never trade him for anything new!

This morning as I sat at the computer, I noticed a young father with leash in hand, walking behind his dog and running behind him was his young son. The child would run and catch up, still behind his father who continued walking very fast. Soon he was way behind again. As I watched him try several times to catch up, I decided I needed to address this issue. "Parent, slow down!" Your child is walking behind you and when he falls, will you be there to pick him up? Or are you going to yell at him for being so slow!" Stop and look back; let him catch up with you! Unless you let him walk beside you, eventually he won't want to walk with you at all.

Having been a parent of small children and grandchildren, I can't say that I always followed my own rules of today. But, I like to think that I was aware of my children and put their needs before my own. I like to think that I was careful where I walked so that my children would grow up looking at all the paths and choosing circumstpectfully. I like to think when they were small, I changed my pace to match theirs. I did not expect their little legs to keep up with my giant steps; such as they were. Parent, slow down!

Parent, you have much to learn from your children. I know that you are the teacher, but even teachers learn from their students. "He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said; Truly I say to you, unless you become like little children, you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one of these in My name receives Me." Matthew 18:2-5 Jesus goes on to explain that we are not to cause even one of these children to stumble. If we do, it would be better for us to drown with a millstone around our necks. Not a pleasant picture!

A child that has to run behind their parent to keep up will eventually stop following. They will attach themselves to a pace that is easier for them to keep up with. Don't be a stumbling block to your children. Take their hand and teach them to walk beside you. "And if your hand or your foot causes you to stumble, cut if off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life crippled or lame, than having two hands or two feet to be cast into the eternal fire." Matthew 18:8 In other words get rid of what causes you to stumble, so that you can be whole.

Children are deserving of your attention from the beginning to the end. You as a parent are deserving of your children's attention from the beginning to the end. However, if you can't slow up long enough for them, they will not slow down for you when the time comes. Parent take heed; for that time will come before you know it. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 9/21/09

Thursday, November 5, 2009

POT LUCK - Mother-in-laws are a Gift!

When I first met my Mother-in-law she was 70 years old. The same age as I, at this writing! Jim and I had only been engaged for about a week and now he was going to introduce me to his mother and his family. What was I getting into! She lived in a small 8 x 35, one bedroom trailer. She fixed Jim, whom she called Richard, and me a fried chicken dinner with all the trimmings. We ate off TV trays and I began to know this woman who created the man I was going to be married to for the rest of my life. She was the one that instilled in this man some of the thing that drew me to him. She was the one who cradled, nurtured and caused him to become a respectful, gentle and loving man that when he said 'I love you'; all I could say was 'thank you'. She was the one who successfully set him on the road to manhood.

Mittie Ann was 5 foot 6 and stout. I was 4'10 & 1/2 and weighed all of 105 lbs. I was a little intimated! I knew she was looking me over very closely and I am sure she didn't care if I looked her over or not. It was her son she would be releasing to this snip of a girl, who thought she could take care of him better than she had. As we sized one another up I realized that for all her size she was every bit as gentle as her son was. That didn't mean you could put anything over on her or ruffle her feathers. She was a mother to be reckoned with when it came to her children. I knew we could be friends! I was right!

We had been married 13 years when she came to live with us on the acreage in Sam's Valley. She lived in a small trailer just up from our house with easy access. Sidewalks were put in for her and a stair rail to steady her so she could easily go up and down for her walks. Her diabetes was taking its toll on her but life was good and she could go to church every Sunday. It became necessary for us to monitor her grocery shopping to make sure she was eating properly. It was hard for her to bathe but we had an easy walk-in shower which we encouraged her to use. It was becoming apparent that she felt I was now her boss and she had no say in anything. The kids heard her mumbling something about; "Why did he marry that woman!" Life was becoming difficult for this grand old lady who was almost 90!

I hear a lot of derogatory comments from other wives complaining about their mother-in-laws. I know I have done mine! But in retrospect I have no complaints about Jim's Mom! She never interfered with the raising of our children, she just loved them. She never complained about my cooking and was helpful in teaching me many things. She never wanted to be any trouble but she wanted to be included in everything. She loved taking us out to dinner on Sundays and even helped us in some difficult, economic times.

When I think of Mother-in-laws I go to the book of Ruth. The relationship that developed between Naomi and the two daughters was not by accident but by divine intervention. Naomi loved God and shared this love with her daughter-in-laws. Naomi's first desire was to take these two girls with her when she returned home but decided the best thing for them was to stay where they were. She was going home! They were already home; they should stay!

In Ruth 1:14 the writer tells us; "They lifted up their voices and wept." Then Orpah kissed her mother-in-law and returned home, but Ruth clung to her. In verse 18 Naomi saw that Ruth was determined to go with her, so she said no more. They both went to Bethlehem! A love and devotion unheard of in many circles, is a story that can belong to any woman who is willing to look at her mother-in-law and realize that she is a gift from God. I know that the wives of today cannot be found saying to their mother-in-law; "All that you say I will do." Husbands and wives are a reflection of their mothers. The wife that can see the gem that comes with their husband is the wife who honors her mother-in-law. How blessed she is! By Jane Ann Crenshaw 7/29/08

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

POT LUCK - A Love Story!

I watch House Hunters on HGTV and many times a young couple have on their wish list a "man room", or "man cave." Many couples agree that they want a weekly night out. She wants to be with her friends and he wants a night with the guys. It used to be that when you married you wanted to be with each other for the rest of your lives. At least, that was how Jim and I saw it. Oh, we like being around our friends and our family but it isn't something that we feel we need to do to prove we are individuals or so we could be ourselves and not a couple.

When our family moved from Iowa to california we moved next door to a young couple. They had three small girls. A lovely couple that was not afraid to show their devotion to one another. Shortly after we moved in, Nelda brought food! Through the years as we watched their little girls grow up, they also watched our family grow up. I remember Nelda saying to me that she wondered why we walked so straight with our heads high. She thought we were a little stuck up, and full of confidence. As she began to know us she wanted whatever we had. Nelda and Bob were tall. The tallest in our family was probably 5'8". I suppose we walked straight with our heads held high, so we could look tall! I think she was right about being confident.

Eventually Bob, Nelda and the girls began going to our Sunday School and Church. They became acquainted with Jesus Christ and realized that was what we had that she wanted. Bob built Nelda a bigger house and rented out their small house. Jean and I eventually rented it! I lived there just a few years but Jean lived there for over 30. Jean had to raise her own rent because the Landlords just wouldn't do that. At Christmas time they would return the rent money to us. Some Landlords may have considered this but Bob and Nelda actually did it. I remember once receiving a little Christmas stocking with my rent money nicely tucked inside.

They traveled nationally and internationally and enjoyed their travels together. As years passed and Nelda's health began failing, Bob took care of her. When he physically couldn't care for her, he reluctantly put her in a nursing home. He couldn't stand not being with her daily, and because his health was not good, he applied and was admitted into the same nursing home. They shared the same room! Patty, Pam and Teresa watched their parents devotion for one another. Once, I received an email showing two beds with Pam standing between them. Nelda was in the one on my left and Bob was in the one on the right. In April 2008, Nelda went ahead of Bob to be with her Lord. Bob apparently couldn't stand being separated. he followed her two months later. What a love story! What an inspiration for all married couples.

Today many marry and divorce so quickly they never have experienced the love that God says can be between a man and a woman. Bob would have been 90 his next birthday. Nelda was 87! Love is decided upon, it doesn't just happen. We don't fall in love! God didn't fall in love with us, He decided to love us. Jesus didn't fall in love with us, He decided to love us because that is what His father wanted. God has given us many scriptures on love but the one I want to use here is found in 1 John 4:15-21. "If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in him and he in God. And so we know and rely on the love God has for us." It goes on to say that when we live in God we know God's love. Our love is made complete because we have confidence in Him. The reason for this, is because in this world we are like Him, not the world. In verse 19 it says; "We love because He first loved us." A love between a husband and wife who also love God receive the blessings that only God can give. Bob and Nelda's life together was a true love story! It started with them as one and ended with them as one! This surely beats having a man room any day! By Jane Ann Crenshaw 7/29/08

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

POT LUCK - Music, Music, Music!

Perry Como use to host a TV variety show! Often he would have a little gal named Theresa Brewer on and the first line of the song she would sing was; "Put another nickel in; in the nickelodeon; all I want is loving you and music, music, music." I love to sing! For 10 cents you could buy a song sheet off the magazine stands. My sisters and I would lean this 8 1/2 x 11 paper book at the back of the sink and sing and sing while we did dishes. Many familes did this! It is a lost art! We learned to harmonize at an early age. Had aspirations but no drive to compete in the world of music. However, we enjoyed all the opportunities that came our way.

My Dad played the piano; Lloyd, the drums; Lonnie played a little Saxophone and most of the girls the piano. I heard that my mother played the violin. Years later, Lynn learned the guitar and so did my Jim. Later Lynn mastered the bass guitar. Many of our children play instruments. Danny is excellent on the piano, his teacher was Kathleen, Lynn's wife. Then there is Lance, Leslie, Jill and Julie all accomplished on the piano. Many learned but wouldn't play for others like Laura, Melony, Layton and Pamala. Everyone had voices! My sisters and I were every bit as good as the Lennon Sisters! I sang with a double trio called the Harmonettes! Lee, Gene, Joetta and I sang in the Gospelaires Quartet with Kathleen at the piano. Even before that, Lynn and I were in a quartet that had no name. In the early 70's another quartet, the Gospel Hymns came on the scene with Jim, Lynn, Lee and Lance and again with Kathleen at the piano. They sang together for about 14 years up and down the Oregon coast and Northern California. Music has always been a part of our life; my life!

When young, I sang at weddings and a few funerals. After highschool I was always the singer and never the bridesmaid or bride for that matter. Because of love of music I was a soloist. I sang in groups, choirs and even was a choir director. I was a church pianist only because there was no one else to fill the bill. My grandsons are talented with two playing guitars and one on the drums. All three have voices and make us proud! My enjoyment in music has always been voice and piano. Don't ask me to dance when you see my body move, my feet have no rhythm!

Because of my love for music, we encouraged both our children to pursue music with voice and piano. Danny took to it quite easily, but our quiet, shy Jennifer gave it a try but was not willing to go any further. She had trouble find her pitch when singing but I knew that could be fixed. At Bible College the music instructor took her under her wings and Jennifer discovered she could sing. She sang once in our family group and did a couple of solos at church. She decided that really wasn't her and pursued other interests more to her liking. Danny, on the other hand is the professional and performs regularly; constantly in demand!

Because of side effects of medicine, my last singing engagement was for a Ladies Christmas Tea in 2007. When you lose something you love it is hard but not unmanageable. I pray that I will sing again; however, I look forward to the heavenly choir and 'Holy, Holy, Holy.'

"I will sing and make music!" Psalm 108:1 "Sing to the Lord a new song!" Isaiah 40:10a "And they sing a new song before the throne." Revelations 14:3a "Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs with thankfulness to God." Colossians 3;16b As you can see David was happy when he wrote about singing. Isaiah says he would sing to stringed instruments in 38:20. John heard the music in heaven. Paul says it is important for the church. I had fun singing secular songs but my favorites are songs about the love of God. Songs like; "His name is Wonderful," "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," delights my soul. Hearing others singing about my God is like hearing the birds chirping in the early morning. Bill Wright says; "The language of heaven is praise, we need to learn to speak it now!" By Jane Ann Crenshaw 2/15/08

Monday, November 2, 2009

POT LUCK - "Go Very Fast!"

Today is my 300th blog. I certainly have enjoyed doing this and hope you who follow enjoy God's word through this type of perspective.

Some years ago I saw a movie about an Alien from another planet, who is played by Jeff Bridges. He inhabits the body of a woman's husband who recently died. Because he looks like her husband, she befriends him and in one scene, teaches him to drive. In reviewing some of the rules, she saks him questions regarding the signal lights. What is red for, she asks; "Stop!" What does green stand for; "Go!" How about yellow, she asks; He replies; "Go very fast!"

Jim and I often realize that many times we do speed up when we see that it is about to change from green to yellow. Laughing about it was what we did, but today I think that hurrying through the yellow could cause us to stop forever, living in this world.

How many times have you thought, I can make it through that yellow, and speed up only to get caught half way through, to finish on a red. You look around praying that no one of importance was there to witness that. All to often a ticket has been issued because we respond to our efforts to go very fast, instead of on the side of caution.

We teach our children to look both ways before crossing the street. We teach our children to look before they leap. We remind them and ourselves to not make hasty decisions. Many times, we decide to sleep on it. So why is it we have to speed up to get through the yellow light. What is there about having to slow up and stop for the red. Does anyone have a realistic answer? I know most would just say; "Because!"

In our world if we want to get a ticket for some special concert that will only be in town for one night; We will park out in front of the theater; stand in line; freeze; giving our order for fast food to a stranger; and even sleep, leaning up against the wall because we are afraid if we don't, we won't get a good seat, or even get in the theater. I have never done this!

Impatience is not a virtue! Impatience is not a Godly trait! Impatience is a flower that blooms in the spring, full of fragrance and color. We need to slow down. We need to take our time. We need to realize even though time waits for no man, man can regulate his time by pacing himself. When we approach the yellow light we should take note because that means something is about to happen.

It is interesting that we learn some things that are definite. They are precise and have fixed limits. Red means to stop! Green means to go! Most of us adhere to these guide lines but yellow gives us a larger boundary. We can still go but we must be prepared! Aha! The lights come on. So that is what the yellow light is for!

"I, Wisdom, dwell with prudence and I find knowledge and discretion." Proverbs 8:12 Wisdom is indeed the element of who we are that takes precautions and proceeds with confidence. When God created the heavens and earth, He set in place all the elements so that they would not go crashing around into one another but would run their courses fully functional and precise. "He set the sea its boundary so that the water should not transgress His command." Proverbs 8:29a

When God gave us the ability to learn; when He gave us knowledge, He also gave us the ability to discern how to use our knowledge and it is called wisdom. "Who among you is wise and understanding? Let him show by his good behavior his deeds in the gentleness of wisdom." James 3:13 It has been said that the wise man uses his wisdom to obey the laws of the universe and the laws of his country. "The law of the Lord is perfect, restoring the soul. The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple." Psalm 20:7 How gracious is our Lord when it comes to our personal adherence and obedience to the rules. By Jane Ann Crenshaw 10/22/09