Secrets

I hate secrets. I don't like people keeping secrets from each other.  I think society would be a better place if people were honest with each other about what they were doing and why.  I especially do not like families keeping secrets from each other.  Sometimes secrets are kept inadvertently because  someone isn't personally involved in an event or situation and so the incident passes and is forgotten.  That is more a matter of privacy and convenience.  But sometimes family members purposefully keep information or incidents from other family members.  Why?  Simply to 'protect' that person in some way?  How does it protect someone to not know something that effects the way a person lives and looks at things?

I believe in open communication in a family.  I am not saying that a  person should be able to say anything to another person in the interest of full honesty.  That could be hurtful.  We should respect feelings and emotions in another person and not purposely try to hurt someone with information. 

But just because someone may be hurt or his life changed if he is let in on a secret, does not justify withholding information.   We don't honor that person or respect him if we think he can't handle a perspective or event that may be hard to swallow.   And we damage our relationship with the person who has information withheld; we can never be completely honest with him again. 

Life is tough; we can't live it as if the hard things didn't exist.  We don't have to tell someone everything we think and feel about what is happening, but we can't say nothing at all.  I think it's a form of Lying to do that.  We are not being true to people when we keep things from them.  Even to some extent, how we feel about something.  It's deception. 

I am not an 'every thing is black and white' legalistic kind of person.  I do think there are 'gray' areas of life where we have to use discernment and wisdom.  Information about certain things is one of them; but we should err on the side of honesty and uprightness, rather than secretiveness, vagueness, deceptive talk or half-truths. 

Just think if everyone around you knew something about you that you yourself did  not know.  Some surprises are like that; your husband plans a birthday party or celebration for you and wants it to be a surprise.  But what if it's knowing that a close family member is in trouble or that your son is leaving college to go into the military or your husband lost his job and hasn't told you yet.  Those are 'surprises' that we cannot plan for but we must disclose to those who need to know.   It is dishonest to not tell someone something because they will be upset, or in shock, or disturbed by the news. 

Keeping secrets that are life-changing from someone whose life will be changed by them may disturb me so much because I am good at keeping someone else's secrets.  I've kept  secrets through the years when a friend or family member has confided in me for advice or encouragement or prayer.  Those confidences weren't mine to divulge, but there are every day secrets that are better to be made known.  I've seen my share of those in my family, too, and I've cringed when asked not to 'tell' mom or dad or sister or whomever. 

Secrets get harder and harder to reveal as time goes by and as the deception grows with time so does the outcome of telling that one person who was kept in the dark.  Betrayal and distrust are fomented with a secret that is kept too long.  Is it worth the pain of the present to bring on deeper pain in the future when all is revealed?  Or is it worth the guilt that comes with keeping the secret for years, or the fear that you or someone else may slip up and reveal it accidentally?

God has kept some things secret from us, his image-bearers.  We do not know the secret will of God as it is worked out in our own life and in this world.  But we do know all that we need to know to love our Creator-Redeemer and to Serve Him in this life and the next.    Some secrets must be kept to protect the innocent or to prevent gossip or to uphold the integrity and respect for an individual  or entity.  But many secrets should never have become secrets; we are not God and we must trust Him enough to deal with the consequence of revealing what needs to be revealed to the person who needs to know and hear.  

Cozy Kitchen

We've been tearing out and re-creating elements in our kitchen for the past 10 days.  What fun! I am being just a little sarcastic, but really, it has been fun to realize ideas, plans that have only been in my head until now.

So far, we've removed (the experts call it demo) the tile countertop and backsplash. We've had new countertops installed and a new sink (with basically new plumbing). Now we're waiting to install the backsplash, touch up the nicks on the lower cabinets, and touch up the paint that was messed up by the removal of the backsplash.  I'm hoping this will all (or mostly?) be done by the end of next week.  We're having people over for Canadian Thanksgiving (Columbus Day) in a week and I'm looking forward to using the kitchen to its fullest again.  

It's all material--literally.  It's different, gorgeous, even (I'm a little biased), but still only stuff and things.  I 'love' my black-charcoal-subtly green-veined soapstone counters, my soon-to-be white beadboard  backsplash, my future kitchen island (when the budget gets built up again) and my new QUIET dishwasher (it actually cleans the dishes!).  I'm thankful that we were able to finally do our kitchen remake that we talked about since we bought the house.  It's actually been a really good time of the year to do it, schedule-wise.  But we could have waited.  I would have waited.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I am content.  I'm thankful we could afford to improve our kitchen so that we can enjoy it and use it more effectively.  But I know there is a time and place for change, including home improvement, material change.  This is our time; if it weren't, then we would be using what God has made us stewards of somewhere else.  We do use it elsewhere: kingdom work, college tuition, music lessons, family, . . .

Our project isn't finished--there will probably always be something that requires fixing up, if not in the kitchen then somewhere else or for someone else.  But I'm happy about how it is right now.  A work in progress, moving toward completion.  

Celebrating technology

This post is being written from my iPad.  I'm sure I'm behind the times, but I just discovered that I can write a post from the blogger app.  I'm not sure if this will be an incentive for me to post more frequently, but, hey, I'm writing right now and I probably wouldn't be if it weren't for this app.

New ways of doing old things are fascinating but daunting to me.  Sometimes it just seems too time consuming to learn a new way (like the saying about old dogs and new tricks infers), but if we never learn anything new, how can we stay in touch with the majority of people who know these things? 

So I'll try something new, as long as the learning curve isn't too steep and the benefits outweigh the initial frustration or confusion.  I'm not at all tech-savvy, but this one was pretty easy---after I reset my gmail password because I couldn't remember it (2-step verification) to one I use on another account so I wouldn't forget it, even though I had to make sure I was remembering that one correctly by signing in to that account on a computer that had to verify it was me because it didn't recognize the device (another 2-step verification), then completing my sign in on the blogger app.  Not too steep, just time-consuming.  

Home Is Where the Heart Is

I don't usually get sentimental over houses.  I guess it's the way I grew up.  My family lived in seven houses (in six states) from when I was born until I went away to college.  My parents never owned any of them---they were parsonages or rental homes.   Since getting married I've lived in seven  separate places (from mobile home to apartments to houses) in four states.  In my childhood years, a house was a place to live until you moved to a different place.  

But there has been a house that has been a constant in my life since my first visit to Southern Ontario, Canada to meet my future husband Bryan's  family.  Bryan didn't grow up in the house; his family didn't move to 'the farm' until he was 16.  But their home became my home ever since I first met the Klazingas, and it has a place in my memory and my heart because it is has been 'home' for 24 years--the longest relationship I've ever had with a 'house'.

When we heard this week that my in-laws sold 'the farm', the USA Klazingas were all a bit sad and nostalgic.  This home is Grandma and Pake's house to my kids.  It is 'our trip to Canada', our memories of Christmas, of swimming , of singing 'Oshimoki (Don't Go near the Eskimos) around a campfire, of meeting cousins and watching them grow up, of the rooster in front of wedding couple portraits, of fires in the fireplace, mice running overhead in the basement, conserving water so the cistern doesn't run dry when there are so many people in the house, lots and lots of plants and flowers, grilling burgers, watching fish swim in the little pond, seeing fireworks, stars, even the Northern Lights, hearing trains go by, watching snow storms and rain storms from the sunroom windows, hearing the wind blow across the fields.

I remember long drives 'home', the last 10 or 15 minutes of driving down long country roads, anticipating the outside lamps on, and Mom and Dad waiting for us to arrive.  That feeling of going home is strong; it becomes associated with the house as well as the family you visit.  We were welcomed in every time we visited and there was always room for everyone.  There were old toys to play with, old books to read, lots of food, big breakfasts, celebrations, visits of cousins and aunts and uncles, coming home for family reunions, funerals and illnesses.  We watched the house undergo lots of changes over the years--remodeled kitchen, bathrooms, new  deck, air conditioning, water features.  But it was always a place of peace and quiet, filled with love and family.   

I know that house isn't  my in-laws' first house, nor will it be their last, but it does have a special place in mine and my family's heart.   We will miss seeing 'the farm' when we visit Grandma and Pake again.  It's just a house, but it was also home.  For as long as I can remember, when moving away from a place, I walk through the rooms of the house I am leaving, as a way to say goodbye and remember the time spent in the house.  I don't know if I'll get a chance to do that before my in-laws move, but I know the memories of 'growing up' there will not be forgotten.

Giving a Bridal Shower Devotion

I've been asked to give a devotion for a bridal shower on Saturday.

This devotion will be different than most of the ones I've done in the past because I am only writing notes, not writing out the whole devotion.  I've wanted to try to present a devotion without reading every word.  I am not good at organizing my thoughts in my head and then speaking them to a group of people, but  I will never be good at it if I don't try, so that's why I'm trying.  My fear is that I will begin babbling, with many disjointed thoughts that make sense to me but to no one else.  I get nervous speaking in a large group of adults (I don't get nervous in front of children--only adults--go figure!).

I'm keeping the devotion simple; Scripture readings and some notes on how to apply them to a marriage. Simple is hard when it comes to talking about marriage; I want to include so much more than I have time to say.  There are many directions one could take when speaking to a future wife about what it means to have a good marriage.

Today after finishing what I wanted to say, my husband gave me four main tenets of marriage as he sees it:  love, respect (honor), communication, and sex.  I've included love and respect in my presentation, but missed the other two, not because I don't agree with him, but because of my adherence to 'keep it simple'.
I could just imagine trying to talk about the importance of sex to a group of ladies!  Definitely not a topic to speak about when one is learning how to speak from notes only!

My husband's quick list of what a happy marriage consists confirms that there are more topics to choose from in giving a bridal shower devotion than there is time to share them. Another topic formed in my mind when my husband gave me his list: the differences between men and women, especially in how we think. That could be its own devotion--how God has created us male and female to compliment/complete each other.  Or a devotion on Biblical communication.  Or on physical intimacy as a characteristic in marriage that makes the marriage relationship unique and different from any other human relationship.  I could go on and on. I hope I don't go on and on tomorrow (a sure sign of rambling!).

Tomorrow my topic is living out your Christian walk in the Lord through your marriage: treating a husband as a beloved Christian and centering marriage on a relationship to the Lord Jesus so that as a wife grows in the Lord so will her marriage bear the fruit of that growth. A simple concept that takes a lifetime of practice.  If marriages are based on God's Word and prayer, they can be fruitful. 

I will read the summary of God's Law that Jesus gives us in Matthew, and I will read passages that show how Christians are to treat each other as they learn to serve and love the Lord.  Nothing profound, just a reminder that as Christians our marriages should reflect first our love for Jesus. There will be a lot left unsaid, but hopefully everyone present will be able to relate to the promises and commands that God gives us in His Word, no matter if they are married or single, as long as they are Christians.

3 more venues

Missions Organization Venue (Billy Graham Library) All day long it seemed like we would be in for rain and possibly thunderstorms at this venue.  All day long I received cancellations due to illness or scheduling conflicts, too. I tried to not stress about it, but to pray for clear skies and a good turnout from the kids signed up to sing. My prayers were answered.  As I drove out of SC into NC to meet my husband at his work so we could go to the BGL together as a family, the rain ceased. It did not start raining again until we crossed the border again into SC to go home.  Our group gathered behind the library to go over everything before singing. Every one was there by 6:10 --there wasn't as much as traffic because of the threat of rain--so we used the time to practice some of the less-sung carols. We had about 25 singers--they sounded great. I even left my comfort zone and 'fake' directed the kids in their warm up. I think that was more for my confidence than for theirs, because they warmed up their voices just by going through a few carols.  We gathered at the music tent at 7 and 8 to sing for 30 minutes. Even though there weren't a lot of visitors that evening to the BGL, I think everyone who heard the carolers were impressed and blessed by their music. Our contact, Elizabeth, remarked at how gifted the group was; she was impressed that everyone was homeschooled. She also mentioned their good manners and behavior.  As I listened to the group sing, I was reminded of my impressions when hearing them sing at a CYC concert; you could see how much fun they were having, how 'in-tune' they were with each other, the camaraderie and respect they show each other. About half way through the 2nd set, one of the front row guys got the hiccups. Every once in a while it was picked up on the mikes. He took out his water bottle (crackle, crackle on the mike) and took a few swallows, then continued to sing. The singing continued throughout--there were just a few glances around and some smiling facing as the kids heard the mike picking up the small sounds. At one point, I noticed one of the girls missing from the singing faces. I saw her brother turn and look down, then look up and continue singing. Eventually she stood again in the back row and sang. I wasn't too concerned because I felt that her brother would have helped her if she had fainted or been dizzy because he was right next to her.  I was right about him helping. She had a nosebleed, and sat down on the riser. One of the singers handed her a couple of tissues (a guy--these guys are just awesome!). Then her brother took out his pocket knife, pulled his t-shirt out from under his dress shirt, and cut off a square of fabric to hand to her! All this was going on while they sang carols! All I can say is: these kids are just awesome! I love hearing the full sound they have when they are a large group. I love the servant-leader traits they exhibit toward one another and toward those they come in contact. I love the desire they have to do their best and to bless others. Missions Organization Venue As a chaperone to both of these venues on the same day, I must confess that this was a low point day for me. I was very tired the day before, not feeling great, so starting the day early for the SIM venue (we had to be there by 8) was not my greatest desire. Then, upon arriving, finding out that we actually weren't on the SIM calendar did not reduce my weariness. But God knows what will bless and encourage, and He used our unscheduled presence to bless the employees of both SIM USA AND SIM International. He worked it all out for us and the kids came away thinking it was one of the better venues of the season! They were able to carol throughout the office building, surprising the employees after their morning prayer time, after a meeting, as they stopped to listen between phone calls, etc.  Our contact at SIM prayed with us before we caroled; she was excited about springing our 'surprise' caroling on her fellow employees. She called SIM International and arranged for us sing for them, too (a few miles away in SC). The people there served us hot tea and hot chocolate and cookies. They were so appreciative of our caroling.  I learned too, that I wasn't the only one tired; many of our singers had been to the midnight premiere of The Hobbit! I could hardly believe the level of commitment these teens have to Dickens: they were singing at an early morning venue after having only a few hours of sleep, and they were happy to serve and minister even with a glitch in the planning. I think that is what makes working with this group of young people so richly satisfying and edifying: their resiliency, their energy, the underlying love they have for what they are doing and why they are doing it.    Senior Living (Nursing Home) Venue Ok--this venue was hard--there's no way around it. We didn't really have enough singers; it was a mid-afternoon venue; my family who were involved were tired and a bit grouchy; and at the end of it, we saw on the news that young children were killed that morning in their school classroom. Usually when we're done a venue, we leave on a high note (pardon the pun), but not after seeing the TV as we passed the reception room. One of our sopranos (we only had 2) was late in coming so we had to start without her. We had only one male voice--a bass--who did an amazing job singing his part. We asked the listening residents to join in with the carols, and that seemed to help our singers get into the mood of singing. We actually had a fair amount of men listening to us (that is somewhat unusual for nursing home event) and they were singing with us, too. I thought that was a sweet providence since our male voice was all alone.  We were asked to sing for the alzheimer's unit down the hall. Some of those residents also sang along. There were smiles on their faces so we knew we were blessing them with our carols.  I know the Lord uses these experiences to remind us that singing for Dickens isn't about us and what we get out of it. Serving isn't really serving if it's done only when we want to do it, or when we give only what we want to give when we want to give it, without a thought for how the Lord would use us.

3 Venues

Senior Assisted Living Venue

This venue was a little smaller group of singers, but everyone was looked dressed up and ready to sing. The singers last year were really dragging (I remember because I chaperoned last year); this year it was the opposite. They got through their repertoire of carols in 20 minutes! So they repeated a few songs, singing them slower so the group of residents could join them. The nursing home venues are good opportunities to interact with the audience, and asking the residents to sing some of the carols with the teens is a great way to do that.

The kids introduced themselves and visited with the residents afterwards. Many of the people who came to listen remembered some from our group from last year. This surprised some of the singers, but also pleased them. Our singers love to see that Dickens Carolers is posted on the calendar for the location. It reminds them that people are expecting them, looking forward to their singing.

At this point in the caroling season, some of our singers are getting tired of venues. Knowing that their caroling is a highlight to someone's evening makes the time and commitment to a venue seem well worth it.


Business Venue

I asked one of the singers to comment on the venue. She said it was fun. She actually learned from experience singing at this venue because she was the only soprano for a while.

She had to overcome nerves and uncertainty and gain confidence in her ability to blend her voice with the others. This venue did not have many singers; that is really hard on the singers, because they want to sound good all the time, and it adds pressure individually to each of them to perform.

They always learn something and feel a sense of accomplishment after singing in a small group.

The marketing director of this CFA is very supportive and appreciative of our efforts. The singers definitely get lots of exposure; this is a busy business so many people hear them.

I'm glad that we can still sing distinctly Christian Christmas carols in a place of business without censure.

Hospital Venue


We had an issue that affected the whole group, was noticed by our hospital contact, and distorted our witness to this venue.

I know that everyone involved has learned from this experience; the situation was handled discreetly and as far as I know, has not become a source of gossip or ill-will.

Each interaction that hasn't gone as expected between two parties during this Dickens season has taught me something about what to do differently in the future. We are all sinners in need of God's grace, and need to know how to be gracious to others who may not be as gracious, kind-hearted, or loving at a particular moment when we interact with them.

Love covers a multitude of sins; they'll know we are Christians by our love.