Love


In a previous post I mentioned my friend Fast Ed and his sense of humor. Well I just got a note from my friend Amy–the cancer survivor who was part of that story. Amy relayed a comment Ed said to her regarding an upcoming trip he’s taking with his wife. Here it goes.

” We are leaving for Botswana the day before Thanksgiving. Really excited about it.  We are limited to around 20 pounds of luggage since we will be flying in small planes to the camps.  So I have packed 19 pounds of bug spray, and 1 pound of other things like clean clothes.”

Fast.  

Having met Ed at Camp Tockwogh, it’s hard to say why he’s so averse to nature. But that’s Ed and we love him. I’m really excited about this weekend because the gang is getting together for a party. So many bright, fun, wonderful friends I have and I love these opportunities to hang out. Many of us live in different states so we don’t get to see each other all the time.

This weekend we are celebrating life. And giving thanks. Our friend Kim just finished chemo and is cancer free. Praise God! We are so happy she is healthy and can live a full life as a wife to our dear friend Rick and as a mother to two beautiful children.

So we’ll miss Ed for sure, but we’ll light a bug candle in his honor and give thanks for our many blessings.

My friend Bob, a wise and generous man, told me a story the other day about how Mother’s Day came about. I’d like to share that with you. I took this off the Web site the Holiday Spot.

In the United States, Mother’s Day was first suggested after the American Civil War by social activist Julia Ward Howe. Howe (who wrote the words to the Battle hymn of the Republic) was horrified by the carnage of the Civil War and the Franco-Prussian War and so, in 1870, she tried to issue a manifesto for peace at international peace conferences in London and Paris (it was much like the later Mother’s Day Peace Proclamation).

It should be well to remember that Howe’s idea was influenced by Ann Marie Reeves Jarvis, a young Appalachian homemaker who, starting in 1858, had attempted to improve sanitation through what she called “Mothers Friendship Day”. In the 1900’s, at a time when most women devoted their time solely on their family and homes, Jarvis was working to assist in the healing of the nation after the Civil War. She organized women throughout the Civil War to work for better sanitary conditions for both sides and in 1868 she began work to reconcile Union and Confederate neighbors. Ann was instrumental in saving thousands of lives by teaching women in her Mothers Friendship Clubs the basics of nursing and sanitation which she had learned from her famous physician brother James Reeves, M.D. In parts of the United States it was customary to plant tomatoes outdoors after Mother’s Work Days (and not before).

It was Jarvis’ daughter, Anna Jarvis, who finally succeeded in introducing Mother’s Day in the sense as we celebrate it today. Anna decided to dedicate her life to her mother’s cause and to establish Mother’s Day to “honor mothers, living and dead.” She started the campaign to establish a national Mother’s Day. With her friends, she started a letter-writing campaign to urge ministers, businessmen, and congressmen in declaring a national Mother’s Day holiday. She hoped Mother’s Day would increase respect for parents and strengthen family bonds.

So on this Mother’s Day I say, “Mom, you are the best. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.” And since no one says it better than God, here’s to you Mom.

 Proverbs 31:26-29

She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:

Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.

 And just for fun, here’s a song that says it all.

He is alive and we have reason to hope because we are saved! You ever think of that cliché, hope springs eternal? Spring is a time of rebirth. And when you put your faith in Jesus, you are born again (spiritually). It feels much better for everyone this time around. No pain, no messy stuff, no cutting cords. It’s a time of freedom, of hope, and love.

Every year I go up to my brother’s house and celebrate Easter with his family. Their church puts on great skits and then their senior pastor delivers a wonderful sermon that reminds us how incredible Jesus’ gift to us is. He is the Truth. He is the Way. And He is the Life. If you’re looking for proof first before you believe, it’s not going to happen. But I promise you this. Once you have faith, once you let him in, you’ll see everything you need to. You’ll understand everything you need to. And you’ll feel freedom like you’ve never felt before.

Being part of “the Way” does not guarantee a stress-free life or a cessation of sin. But it makes it all bearable. At least that’s how I see it. It’s up to you to make the decision for yourself. No one can do it for you. No one can make you. If you have questions, ask them. I encourage all of you to walk into to a church near you and check it out.

Now since we are human and specifically Americans, we of course must mix pagan customs and traditions into all of our holidays—especially the ones that pertain to Christianity. The traditional Crowe family egg hunt was a success. We dropped one member this year. I guess Zenia isn’t interested in free candy enough to go looking for it. But the rest of them participated to the delight of the adults. And after I teased Tyler by giving him clothes as his birthday present (he was so sweet and appreciative but definitely not thrilled—as was my plan), he smiled as he unwrapped his Easter gift—the Lego set he suggested I buy him.

The family took a stroll around a lake in Columbia on this gorgeous day and enjoyed the beauty that God created for us—in the flowers, gardens, creeks, lakes, grasses, and the people we love. Thank you God—your gifts are endless.

Happy Easter!

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