SunRidgers

Three Kinds of Pie

When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.” 
― C.S. Lewis

A little about what’s behind the Goofball (happening this Saturday). Just over a year ago, Holly and I were out having coffee together, talking about Out of School Care (OOSC) and all the kids. There is always lots to laugh about when it comes to our OOSC kids but there is a lot of heaviness too. It was this heaviness that we settled on a bit and talked about how, at younger ages it seems, children are becoming so self-conscious. At a younger age children are giving up child-like things. At a younger age the conversations they are having are less and less care-free and innocent. What ever happened to loving being a kid?

Me as a kid. The one time it was cold enough in Richmond to make a backyard rink. I really couldn’t skate and I always, always had “holes in my knees.”

Me as a kid. The one time it was cold enough in Richmond to make a backyard rink. I really couldn’t skate and I always, always had “holes in my knees.”

We talked about our own memories of being awkward and nerdy and all the things we loved to do that don’t seem to be a part of many children’s day-to-day now. We talked about how it should be, how kids should just have the chance to be goofy, to explore lots of different kinds of play, to be creative, to make-believe, and to be who they are and not be so image-aware. Out of this came the idea of an evening to just celebrate childhood and to affirm childhood.

Conversations rabbit-trail…we also talked about why you have to wait until a wedding to just have a good fun dance-party with your friends. What if we could bring those two ideas together? And out of this was born the idea of the Goofball.

Jesus celebrated children. He also poked at adults who had lost the ability to remember the spirit of childhood. It’s a good thing to lift childhood up and say, “hurray!” So that is what we are doing on Saturday — just throwing away our more conservative tendencies and having fun with a pile of kids!

Do you still know the joy of childhood?

Our students and student ministry leaders do. They all just came back from the Mexico House Building trip and it is something that is saturated in play. Oh the stories! When they share about their trip, DON’T MISS IT, because it will do you good!

Small groups are a great place to practice play too. We take time off to do things just for fun. This week our group celebrated a birthday with loads of food and laughs (maybe a little prank thrown in) and great conversation. We had not one but three kinds of pie just because we could (or, more accurately, because Marcella could) . One was even baked with a great big smile carved into the crust.

I happened to be reading in John 2 again this week about the wedding in Cana and I just can’t stop chuckling about this miracle. Was Jesus being a bit mischievous? The guests have all been having a great time, such a great time that they run out of wine. This celebration has obviously gone on for a while, everyone has had their fill but when asked to help with the issue, Jesus goes big. He has them fill 6 cisterns that are 20-30 gallons in size with water. Let’s go with 25 gallons each — that is 150 gallons or 567.812 litres which is approximately 757 bottles of wine. What an un-conservative, ridiculously excessive thing to do. One might even say “childish.”

Come on Saturday and leave your “adult” at home. Come and appreciate jumping around and noise and not being self-conscious. Come and appreciate the wonder and wealth of childhood and celebrate all their goofiness just the way GOD made them.

Teresa Klassen

Teresa Klassen

 

Prayer: My Story (Part 1)

21 Days of Prayer — January 13 to February 3
This month we are featuring interviews with SunRidgers highlighting their understanding and perspectives on prayer…

Randy’s Story

Who introduced you to prayer?
In all honesty, I grew up with prayer. As a family, we said our mealtime and bedtime prayers every day. We went to Church and Sunday School every Sunday. I could probably count on one hand, the number of times we missed attending. Mine was a traditional, liturgical religious background and in retrospect, somewhat mechanical in nature. I remember my mom and grandmother especially, praying for me as I went through many surgeries, throughout my life as a result of the polio I contracted at age three. I was thankful I could do things that the medical professionals never thought I could, such as walk without aids. By the time I was eighteen, I had read through the complete Bible twice. However, my prayer life really didn't change until Pastor Rick, at our home church in Dawson Creek explained the Gospel message for the first time. I was thirty-two years old then, but I learned that Christ wanted a relationship and not just a want or need list. Although I had thanked Him often, I realized that the focus of my prayers, had been pretty much self-centered. It was then, that my prayer life changed.

If someone were to ask you why you pray, what would you say?
As new Christians, we are often told that Jesus has now become our best friend. It follows that, as a new best friend, I would want to spend a lot of time with Him. Best friends are open with one another and share the most intimate details of their lives with each other. I can say Jesus is my best friend because, He, more than anyone, understands me completely. My biggest difficulty is taking the focus off me and placing it in Him. At times, I struggle with listening to Him, even though I know He cares about me more than anyone. He wants what is best for me always, even while I am resisting. I pray because I know, though human relationships will fail me at times, He will never fail me or leave me. He always forgives, never holds a grudge and is patiently waiting, while I go through self-inflicted trials and finally realize that He had the answer all along. Why wouldn't I wholeheartedly want to communicate and spend more time with my best friend.

What are you learning about prayer?
I am learning that the most difficult for me is to listen and then patiently await His answer. Because I often want to barrel ahead (patience is not one of my virtues), I sometimes miss opportunities to do His will and add stress to my situation needlessly. Please pray, that I when I pray, I will quiet my heart, allow God to inform me and give Him a chance to respond. As noted earlier, God knows all my shortcomings, but continues to be faithful. Prayer also makes my day run better, as through it, I am preparing for what's ahead.

Why do you think it is important to gather and pray together as a community?
Probably the easiest answer here is that I have a support system in place. I am never alone, unless I choose to be. I receive encouragement, counsel and understanding from those that are close to me. I can identify with some of the struggles other brothers and sisters deal with and they often can identify with mine. Willing help is only a phone call away when necessary. We are family, anchored in Christ, so we do what family does. We love, support and encourage each other. Coming together and praying edifies and unites us. We pray communally to "our" Father as we share together in His blessings.