"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1

Friday, December 27, 2013

Home for Christmas!



 
 
 
 
The best gifts are those not wrapped in shiny paper and ribbon.
They include . . .
doorbells announcing the arrival of family,
grandchildren all under one tree.
giggles around the kid's table.
the spontaneous, uninhibited arm of one around the next,
happy adult conversations
and innocent eyes at the wonder of it all!
 
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas Prayer

 


I was reading Bev's Bread for the Journey on the MGCC blog a few days ago and it got me asking myself how I make room for Jesus when I prepare for Christmas.
When I think about the biblical Mary and Martha, I'm quick to admit that I'm a Martha . . . 
busy with so many things and leaving out what is really important.
My house is prepared . . .
 
 
The table is set . . .
and I ask myself . . . how do I make room for Jesus?
Will He be the guest of honor at my table?
Because if He is not, then what is this really all about?


While my thoughts gathered on this question, another thought came from  my daughter
feeling the significance of leaving everything behind to go and serve the poor.
I was reminded of the words to an old Christmas hymn . . .

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem’s home was there found no room
For Thy holy nativity.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.

Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
But of lowly birth didst Thou come to earth,
And in great humility.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.


Thou camest, O Lord, with the living Word,
That should set Thy people free;
But with mocking scorn and with crown of thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary,

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee.


When the heav’ns shall ring, and her choirs shall sing,
At Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me home, saying “Yet there is room,
There is room at My side for thee.”

My heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
When Thou comest and callest for me.
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Monday, December 23, 2013

Janzen Family Christmas 2013

 
This is the time of the year when I lose track of what day it is. A time when every other day feels like a Saturday or a Sunday. And even though yesterday was a Sunday it did not feel like it as we packed up our car in the morning to head to the lakehouse.
 
First thing, I went next door to Abe's place to turn on the oven and then ours, since both were needed to cook the turkeys. Once they were taken care of we had a leisurely prep time, setting up tables and peeling potatoes. I had looked forward to this day very much, especially when I sensed the excitement of others in the family.
As I was thinking about writing this post, I actually thought it would have been nice to have a guest blogger. It would be so much fun to read it from another perspective. But you get me again. . . with very random photos taken quickly while I was on the go. Sometimes someone took my camera, which was very much appreciated.
So here we are . . . the original Janzen kids each caught in a moment with our sweeties. Monika with her youngest granddaughter, Anna. Helmut with his first grandchild, Makenzie and me with two of my youngest, Lacey and Teddy... who were ready for bed by this time.
 
Ah . .. someone took the camera . . . a moment in the kitchen . . . mashing potatoes and fixing gravy.

The littlest ones got to eat first. As they were waiting for their plates to be plated, Naomi read them a story. She was so entertaining, the big people ended up coming back even though we had sent them out of the kitchen.
When the kid's table was cleared it was re-set for grownups, so we had two tables near the kitchen and two in the games room. The small ones went up to watch a video while the big ones got to eat. The scene in the kitchen (getting food) looked something like this!
After the meal there was  a rush to get dishes cleared and cleaned up while the little ones kept coming to ask when we were going to open presents. Carmen brought her significant other, Pierre, who insisted on stacking the dishwasher and washing dishes. I think that if she does not keep him we will all cry.
We finally all made it into the games room! It was practically impossible to take decent pictures, but we get the idea. We did a bit of caroling. Chris and Julene shared about their move to Indonesia, coming up in the Spring, and then Mom and Abe (Oma and Opa / great Oma and Opa) handed out gifts to each great-grandchild. 
They opened gifts in order of age from 5 months to 11 years. Our out of town guests were Brandon and Kelsey with little Piper from Colorado and Ben and Kari with their girls, from Saskatoon. We missed Larissa and Tim with their boys, from Edmonton, as they were with his family on this day.
We also missed Matt, who had to work. 
It was a full house . . . it was loud . . . it was busy . . . it was precious!
 
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Friday, December 20, 2013

Family Gathering Circa 1972



My grandfather Heinrich and his brother John, were separated as young men, leaving Russia. One went to Paraguay (single) and one (newly wed - whose wife most likely had connections) came to Canada. John raised his family in Canada and Henry in Paraguay. Letters were sent back and forth and a few times John and his wife visited Paraguay, bearing gifts. This is the connection to introduce this photo.

After my family arrived in Canada, my great uncle John and great aunt Tina invited our family to join them for Easter and Christmas when they gathered with their own grown kids and grandchildren. A brother cares for his brother's family, right? We had no other family connections and they were very kind to include us when their small house was already full to the brim. Not only did they include us, but they bought gifts for us just like they did for their own.  They introduced us to a Canadian Christmas with turkey, gifts, photos around the tree and caroling. I will never forget their kindness and patience with us, as we were learning the language and customs.
 
When I look at this photo (taken about four or five years after we first came) I try to ignore the obvious funny element . . . the wall clock sending out superstar status to one of my second cousins. My mom is the one in the red and navy jacket and sitting in that row with her are her aunt and her cousins. Right behind her, her uncle John and my dad.
 
This coming weekend we three Janzen siblings are gathering with our children and grandchildren. We could be near fifty people (including a few extras) instead of the original family of five welcomed to Canada in 1967. It's a good thing that somewhere along the line they stopped inviting us.
 
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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Sunday School Program Circa 1963

 
I love this time of year when we get to see our grandchildren go on stage to sing about the story that never gets old. When I was a child we did our program on Christmas Eve. There were poems and songs and candy bags given out. It was a very special night.
This photo is a group shot of not just one class, but all the children who came together for the Christmas service in our little church in Montevideo. Are you looking for me? I am the dark haired one closest to the lady teacher.
This past spring, while signing books in Ontario, I met two sisters, Esther and Sigrid, who happened to come from this same church way back when. It was a very fluke discovery. I have not figured out if they are on this photo, but I'm hoping that if they are, I will soon find out.
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Monday, December 16, 2013

Of Christmases Long, Long Ago



I thought that this week I would go over some retro Christmas photos . . .

This one begged to be here several reasons. The first reason . . . that tree!
To be honest, I was embarrassed that my dad would actually come home with it.
I'm sure he got it for half price or something,
because who else would have wanted a tree that wide?
Sometimes I really could not figure out why he could not care less what others would think.
Makes me smile now.
The second reason . . .
there's the chair I just talked about a few posts ago . . .
And does it not look like my mom and dad have something going there?
Also makes me smile.

(My dad often turned his face slightly sideways because he was blind in his right eye.)
 
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