Showing posts with label cleaning house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cleaning house. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2024

God's loving-kindness and generosity

 Friday, June 14, 2024

I had a few in-person meetings yesterday. Today continues with the same, so we walk first thing.

Then I check the newly-built 20' (+6 meters) grape trellis. The yardman planted THREE grapevines, one at each intersection. My dad's single grapevine spanned 40' (+14 m) and was heavy even after being pruned each year to one main branch.

"No worries," PakAD says when I protest. Apparently he hasn't grown grapes before. Grapes grow year-round here, without a winter rest. Yikes. He'll have to cut these vines back a few times a year and brace the trellis as soon as they take off.

At lunch, W and PakG arrive with our SUV jammed full of books. "I thought we agreed not to get more books," says W. Sigh. So did I.

2 chameleons rustle beside the Porch where we eat lunch. Can you spot them? Look for their 2' (600cm) tail, their skinny feet, or crested heads.

"Careful, don't get too close. They bite!" say our helpers. Juno doesn't care. She waits for them to dangle within reach but walks away when W shouts at her to "Leave it!" We don't want her to get bitten. She's fascinated by wild things in the yard and brings us gifts when she catches them.
An hour behind the guys is the moving van heaped with furniture, games, classroom items, maps, and ... more books. 
What? More books are wedged between shelves in the truck. These latest +50 bags are our final batch, I hope. Who will take them? W and I spend a few hours sorting piles and categories.
I've drawn up a map again for the shelves we are keeping. Since the house assimilated 11 shelves last week, I need precise measurements and creative placement. Where does it go? Here is one before and after set, with the old under the new.
We swipe everything off the buffet/dresser before putting the new shelf in place. Its measurements are exactly the same as the shelf below.
Another shelf corrals clutter under the kitchen cabinets.
The guys wrestle 5 round tables and seven shelves off the truck so it's ready for the next load. Two shelves have been purchased by a helper. We put them aside for now.
It takes all 4 guys to put the "beast" of shelves in place. The glass cabinets have locks and keys. Not sure when that will be useful. "A bonus," someone pipes up.
Another bonus? a rocking chair that will go to a charity for unwed moms and local adoptions, or to the church nursery.
The first person to show up takes classroom items, books, and maps.
A teacher sorts through teaching manuals. Many of the university students don't have access to materials that are common in the West so these discards are a godsend.
The two movers agree to extra trips that take them all day. "Will you drop off shelves for MrM at his school?" Ok - they take his load from the next city to across town. "Then bring IbuA's table and shelves here, pls."

"Could you load up the tables for the hall with a table and shelves for the helpers?" By the truck's fourth trip, it is late afternoon. W adds $6-30 per load, depending on how far the destination.  That includes 2 wiry movers.

A friend asks for novels and action books. We fill two huge bags for pickup tomorrow. Everything settles into the house. W picks up a supper pizza on his walk home from the last trip to the hall. What a guy! We're worn out.

Saturday 

After our morning walk, co-lecturer Gail meets me online about an upcoming class. She appreciates this season of choosing work that she enjoys. At our age, we no longer feel the obligation to agree to every request.

W and I call our moms, read through the Sunday talk, and W loads up our car with books for the hall. We'll give away as much as we can on Sunday and have the admin display a new load each week ... until the books are gone. W has meetings in town until afternoon.

The motorcycle taxi comes for our friend's 2 bags while Melvi selects books for herself and her friends. PakG offloads the books at the hall and delivers a final load of 15 bags to a new library on the next hill. Everything but MrM's pile is spoken for. What an answer to prayer! Stuff comes. It goes. Thanks be to God.

W eats downtown while my lunch is vegetarian leftovers. Yum.

The thunder rumbles in, midafternoon. I find a few expensive textbooks in the stacks. What provision!
There are a few books our kids loved, too. We'll pack them for the next trip to the grandkids.
Sunday: Father's Day
We display books on the table outside the hall, free for the taking. W has written the Father's Day talk, which includes how much his dad meant to him. I celebrate my dad all day, thanking God for healthy and loving parents. And I remember my "second dad" who shared a birthdate with my father. I still love my dear Uncle Erich in his 90s.

At lunch, we celebrate Shibli and Herbert who are graduating. Except that both of them have made plans elsewhere. We split their two "Congratulations!" cakes among the team after a nice lunch without them. 
We send pictures of each family's portion to the missing guys. We are thrilled to have Alice back as well after an extended time away.
W and I feel at home in the little library space; we eat most meals at its just-right table beside the kitchen.
Della and Daniel take Titik's beautiful bouquet home - they'll celebrate their daughter's grad this week.
A young friend comes by for her English charity school. She thins MrM's load with her items. Afterward, W and I work on typical Sunday afternoon stuff. While he's editing sound from the morning video, I'm planning the week ahead. (Our day of rest is Thursday.)

Monday - feast of Abraham
All night long, the chants and readings from the Koran are broadcast across the city. Not many people sleep since mosque speakers are turned to high volume for the special broadcasts. We walk at sunup and pass a cow tied to a business gate. This cow has no idea what's ahead. 
A little further, goats and cattle are tied up. They'll be ritually slaughtered in commemoration of Abraham's willingness to sacrifice his son. The Bible says it was Isaac. (Click here to read the original story.) The Koran doesn't specify which son so Arab culture has adapted the story to their ancestor Ishmael.
Groups of Muslims are headed for the neighborhood meeting place. When the ritual butchers have divided the animals, the piece each family (or group of families) has purchased is taken home for cooking. It's a much-anticipated feast and a government red-letter day (holiday) for all.
W and I pray, "May God find those who are seeking him." We pray for peace and favor over those who are celebrating.

Followers of Jesus have the assurance that God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He foreshadowed the sacrifice of his Son in the willingness of Abraham to offer his own son to God. Now, since the death of Jesus on our behalf, our debt is paid in full. What hope! What joy! And what confidence we have in our Savior and his salvation.

Read more (about the joy of serving the God of Abraham today):

*[Joshua told the people of Israel:] Now fear the Lord and serve him with all faithfulness. Throw away the gods your ancestors worshiped beyond the Euphrates River and in Egypt, and serve the Lord. But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord. Joshua 24:14-15

*We know that Christ was raised from the dead and will never die again. Death doesn’t control him anymore. When he died, he died once and for all time. He did this to break the power of sin. Now that he lives, he lives in the power of God. In the same way, consider yourselves to be dead as far as sin is concerned. Now you believe in Christ Jesus. So consider yourselves to be alive as far as God is concerned. Romans 6:9-11

*For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. He was put to death in the body but made alive in the Spirit. 1 Peter 3:18 

*My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One. He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world. 1 John 2:1-2

Prayer: Generous Creator, what kindness and love you have shown us. What we could never accomplish by striving for a perfect righteous life, you did by sending your son Jesus. You apply his perfect obedience and righteousness to us. We have become your children because we have accepted your loving sacrifice and forgiveness. All praise, honor, and glory belong to you, One God, now and forever. Amen.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Lent Day 17: Scanning the past

2-3" binders (on a 6' bookshelf)
beside my dissertation files (7' high)
Technology. Sigh. Need it. Hate it.

"You're lucky," I said to W this morning. "You know that the program is not working. Most of us would just assume we're tech-idiots and tear our hair out in frustration."

The job of the day was a fresh start. I need to get rid of dozens (50+) binders of academic notes, writing projects and studies, and "maybe-some-day" papers. I planned to scan them onto the computer with the "super-easy, best-ever" scanner W picked up at the CES convention in Vegas this year.

The scan program won't install on my computer. The papers I pulled out? The binders I started moving from bookshelf to office? Stalled. W's sending feedback to the company about the program glitch, asking how to fix it. He's hopeful that he can install it tonight.

Freecycle stack: empty binders, blank notebook,
and unused ruled paper
In one pile, I've collected the unused binders, the ruled paper still in its wrapper, and a few 3-subject notebooks, handy for making notes while sitting in the tub.

This month I present one final conference session on my dissertation topic. The paper is written, published, and just needs to be read aloud. It's time to shed those hard copies of research. (Before I throw them in the garbage, I'll ask if the gal writing a paper on early Pentecostal women wants them.)

Alice Wood journal from the 1910s
I find several hundred photocopies of a missionary journal. Ah, yesssss. I promised a denominational archivist that I'd transcribe Alice Wood's diary if she sent me copies. Catherine duly sent the pages so I'm obligated. It will be nice to finish reading Alice's chicken-scratch and send that off. Alice was prolific. I'm looking at two full-time weeks of work. But when I'm done, I can trash the papers I filed two years ago.

Any of you in a similar season of shedding old skin? Is God calling you to new things?

As winter draws to a close, it's time to quit hibernating, to stretch out muscles cramped by the past so we can move into the future. How can you begin to stir and awaken for the work ahead?

Read more:
*Rise up, come to our help. Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love. Psalm 44:26 NLT

*Seek the Lord while he may be found, call upon him while he is near. Isaiah 55:6 NLT

*I said, “Here I am, here I am,” to a nation that did not call on my name. Isaiah 65:1 NLT

*Now when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was God’s Son!” Mark 15:39 NLT

*Christ says, “For, in fact, the kingdom of God is among you.” Luke 17:21 NLT

*[Jesus said:] There is more than enough room in my Father's home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. John 14:2–3 NLT

Moravian Prayer: Most Holy One, thank you for Jesus, your son, who showed us how to live, how to love, and how to be one with you. Thank you for your unconditional, everlasting love.

May our hearts be open today so we might recognize you in our midst. May we see you and affirm your presence with assurance and strength. Amen.Amen.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Treasures worth investing in

I could only be a minimalist under duress.

Reading "The Joy of Less" by Francine Jay, I'm struck with the weight of our stuff. We are taught from childhood to trade ourselves for items we don't need, whether for their use or beauty. Jay talks about "the freedom of living with just 'enough' to meet our needs."

We covet things, save to exchange our lives for them (time=money), and fill our homes with them. Then we have to clean and maintain them, push them around to make room among our other stuff, store them when we're weary of them, and finally dispose of them. (Or if we're unwilling to do that, our kids or executors are stuck with the chore.)

The first time I remember distinguishing between the beauty that enhances my life and a house full of "pretty things," I was listening to professional organizer Peter Walsh. He was trying to explain to a hoarder that precious items should have a place of honor. That every thing was not important or worth keeping. But in the blank expression and distress on the person's face, I saw the same initial incomprehension I was feeling. Wasn't all the stuff I had pleasing to me? Useful? Or at least pretty?


As a follower of Christ, I'm obligated to keep my heart free from the love of acquisition. I'm not permitted to tie myself greedily to things. Jay asks in her book, "If someone offered you a great job [/ministry] if you could move across the country in 3 days, how would you respond?"

Would you or I:
  • leap at the opportunity, thank God, and pack a few boxes?
  • spend sleepless nights and days packing and sorting ... and fretting?
  • decline because there's too much stuff to consider moving?

I had to think about that. This month, God has brought one thing after another along to encourage and help keep me moving. Some evenings there is more on the floor than I started with. The heaps of things turned out of drawers and surfaces come and go.

Bathroom during cleanup
(I love to read in the tub; I hate to
store exercise clothing in the closet)
Bathroom after
(books put away; clothing
hung on hooks, ready to use)

I've barely started but the weight is lifting. This home took 35 years to fill. Four children have grown up here and their residue lurks in the basement along with other forgotten treasures and junk.

How would I think I can sort and free myself from the clutches of memorial waste in a month, baring a catastrophe? I can watch people lose everything in an instant via BBC and Japan News. On my monitor, people run from war and floods and earthquakes with only their clothing and a small sack of belongings. Why do we think that could never happen to us? That we could never live without our possessions?


In contrast to the things we've been trained to value, what does God tell us to fill our lives with? Truth, wisdom, discipline, good judgment, relationships. Those cannot be taken from us by feast or famine. These things will remain.

Back to work, then!

Read more:
*Get the truth and never sell it; also get wisdom, discipline, and good judgment. Proverbs 23:23

*God is wise in heart, and mighty in strength—who has resisted him, and succeeded? Job 9:4

*Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21 NIV

*Who indeed are you, a human being, to argue with God? Romans 9:20

Moravian Prayer: Mighty God, thank you for being available for us; forgive us when we fall and come short of your glory. Father, we ask for a fresh anointing on souls today, that we may experience your Holy presence in our lives. Amen.