What Gabriel Saw

I like to take a break from blogging over Christmas since both you and I need time away from our computers to focus on our families during Advent and Christmas. I’m looking forward to reconnecting with you all again in the New Year. Enjoy this last piece for this year.

One of my favorite poets is Violet Nesdoly, of Langley, BC. I featured her Christmas poem some years ago and am posting it again. Here is her introduction and her free style poem:

“Of all the characters in the Christmas story, God the Father is the One we think of the least. Of course, we know that without Him the incarnation would never have happened.

So how did He handle the gestation and birth of His only Son? I imagine that for Him it was not unlike how it is for fathers everywhere.

Here’s what the angel Gabriel saw.”

The Son vanishes just after I am sent
to the Galilean virgin
and heaven isn’t the same.
Gone the laughter, mischief, hijinks.
Music replaced by silence
all monochromatic, sober
like the life of the party has left
and we don’t have the will
to keep partying or to go home.

The Almighty’s been moody since then
broods like never before
over calendars and seasons
looks down a lot, mostly toward Nazareth
at this blossoming virgin-still
and her earthmate.

The day this couple sets off down the road
He starts pacing      pacing       pacing
When they get to Bethlehem
it’s pace-pace-pace
then He pauses         Hush!

All the hosts of heaven stop their chatter
crowd behind Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, David
peer over the balcony
focus on a dark building
near a sign that blinks  Sorry – No Vacancy.
It’s so quiet you can hear the stars hum.

Then cutting the night
tiny and tremulous
A-wah   a-wah   a-wah   a-wah

The Almighty laughs His magnificence
tosses His glory, flings His radiance
and then starts handing out cig— no, trumpets
to every angel within arm’s reach
Go tell somebody, anybody!

After they’ve left He asks for the bubbly
shakes it up
pops the cork
sprays it all over heaven.

© 2004 by Violet Nesdoly.  Used with permission.See more of Violet’s writing at www.violetnesdoly.com

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Hanukkah: An Appropriate Reminder in Today’s Canada

This is a guest column by my long-time friend, Bible translation colleague, and fellow-blogger Dr. Warren Harbeck.

Why I Am Publishing Warren’s Hanukkah Column
All Christians know that God Himself holds the parents, not the state, responsible for the welfare and education of their children. The Alberta government, however, recently passed Bill 24, an incredibly oppressive piece of legislation that overrides the authority of parents for their children’s welfare and education. Elsewhere, the Ontario Law Society will not accept law students from Trinity Western University because of offensive, and discriminatory words in Trinity’s community standards. The first two offensive words the critics crossed out were, Jesus Christ.

Warren’s Column
In a world darkened by assaults on religious identity, values and freedom of expression, it’s refreshing to pause for a lighthearted time of food, family, friends, songs, games, gifts and all-around goodwill.

This is exactly what the Jewish community will experience once more for eight nights and days beginning this year at sundown, Dec. 12 (25 Kislev in the Jewish year 5778) with the lighting of the first candle in an eight-candle menorah: Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights.

One of the truly great privileges I, as a Christian, have enjoyed over the years in writing these columns is the wisdom and inspiration of our Jewish readers. Several of them have shared with me helpful insights into the significance of Hanukkah, along with tasty latkes, jelly-filled donuts and spinning dreidels.

The History of Hanukkah
The celebration dates back almost 2,200 years to the time when the tyrant Antiochus IV (Epiphanes) attempted to impose Hellenistic customs on the people of Israel, forbidding them to practice their own religious traditions and forcing them to do things contrary to Jewish law, including eating swine’s flesh. Jewish mothers who had their male babies circumcised were executed, as were the babies.

He even desecrated the temple in Jerusalem by pillaging it and redesignating it the temple of Olympian Zeus, offering pagan sacrifices on its sacred altar.

His outrageous sacrilege in the temple so agitated devout Jews that they successfully rose up against him in what has become known as the Maccabean revolt.

They reclaimed the temple and set about rededicating it, but found only enough ritually pure oil to keep the temple candle lit for a single day. Miraculously, the candle burned for eight days, until a fresh supply of purified oil could be prepared.

The Hanukkah Story Fits Today’s Political Climate
“Our temple was rededicated,” says Calgary reader Sandy Corenblum. “Hanukkah recalls that miracle of the oil” and of the victory of light over the darkness of religious intolerance, celebrated in the lighting of the eight-candle menorah associated with this festival.

“I think a column about the Hanukkah story is exactly what is needed, a column about light and religious freedoms is so timely.” She alludes to the prophet’s words: “Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the Lord” (Zechariah 4:6).

“We as Jews have long been the victims of serious religious persecution and government restrictions on rituals and practices. Our punishment throughout all time did not deter us and we still continue with said practices and traditions,” she says.

“One small light can extinguish darkness and we must all be lights in a world full of darkness. There is a bright light within us all.”

Thank you, Sandy, and Rabbis Shaul Osadchey and Mark Glickman, and Myron and Monique Achtman, of Calgary, for your gracious assistance on this column.

I will close with lines from the Hebrew prophet Isaiah (60:1): “Arise, shine; for your light has dawned; the Presence of the Lord has shone upon you!”
Hanukkah Sameach, Happy Hanukkah!

Link to Warren’s Blog

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The Speaking and Writing Ministry Path Widens

In late October, I posted Twists and Turns on Life’s Road in which I described how God will lead us into different careers or ministries if we are willing to follow Him. It turns out that He has just expanded Jo and my writing ministry, widening the path, as it were, to reach more people with the message He gave us. Our new aspect of ministry is not more speaking or more writing, although, in a sense, it is.

Last weekend God opened the door for me to be on radio. I recorded nearly forty pieces for HopeStreamRadio which has started broadcasting my readings on Christian Internet Radio accessible all around the world. Check out my contribution thus far on this site:

Program director, Ron Hughes, was fascinated by the Why and How of Bible Translation e-book I gave him at a Christian writers’ conference in September. He is so delighted with the forty pieces I sent him during November; he asked me to go through my three print books and read every piece having to do with languages, linguistics, translation, or literacy.

So, now I pick out relevant pieces, update the statistics mentioned, and record them right from my own study.

Isn’t God great to expand this ministry and to get first-hand knowledge about Bible translation “out there” through worldwide Internet radio?

I ended that October InSights & OutBursts blog post on Twists and Turns in Life’s Road with these words:

“Take it from Jo and me. We look to God for a new direction in life’s road and keep going for as long as He gives us strength. Don’t be afraid of the twists and turns, or the ups and downs. They are simply indications of the changes and growth that make our Christian lives exciting, invigorating, and worthwhile.”

All I can add to that is, sometimes God doesn’t change the direction, He just widens the path. That’s just as exciting, invigorating, and worthwhile!

Our Search for Direction in Life

Our Search
My wife, Jo, and I had committed our lives to missionary work but were pastoring a church in Innisfail, Alberta, while searching what kind of overseas ministry to enter. We knew that we would probably need to learn another language, and so, on the urging of Howard Klassen, director of Wycliffe Bible Translators in Canada, we decided to attend their summer course in linguistics and language learning. We thoroughly enjoyed the studies and the fellowship with students and teachers.

Six months later, on a snowy February Monday, we received a letter from Wycliffe inviting us to take the more advanced summer course, including Bible translation techniques. We needed to complete the application papers before the February 28 deadline. They had to be accompanied by a cheque for fifty non-refundable dollars which was a significant commitment. We didn’t want to do that and then, later cancel service with Wycliffe. We had to be sure. And, of course, this would be a pivotal decision, setting us on the path to becoming Bible translators in some who-knows-where jungle village.

Our Prayer
“Let’s pray this week for God to give us a sign,” I suggested, “something obvious, as palpable as Gideon’s fleece that stayed dry when all the grass was wet with dew.

“God of Gideon,” we prayed, “Jo and I need a clear sign from you—some unmistakable indication that You want us to take this advanced Bible translation course.”

We prayed this prayer at meal times and during our private prayers all that week.

That Saturday evening at 9:00 o’clock, I slipped the notes for my two sermons and adult Sunday class into my Bible, poured two mugs of hot chocolate for Jo and me and, sipping my drink, asked Jo,

“Well, did you get any sign from God this past week?”

She shook her head, “No, I didn’t. What about you?”

“I didn’t either,” I said, thinking, Shucks, now we need to start all over investigating different mission agencies. And, besides, I am getting somewhat excited about a career as a pioneer Bible translator.

We sat there sipping our hot chocolate, silent and deep in thought.

Suddenly the phone rang, breaking our pensive silence.

“Hi Jack, this is Howard Klassen. I wasn’t planning to be in Innisfail tonight but got caught in a snowstorm, an interesting story. Do you happen to have a guest bed?”

We certainly did, and I gave him directions to our house.

Jo looked at me questioningly.

“That was Howard! He’s here in town and coming to stay the night!”

God’s Answer
A few minutes later Howard knocked on our door and was soon sitting in my chair sipping hot chocolate while Jo and I sat together on the sofa waiting to hear his story.

“I am speaking at the Bible school in Didsbury tomorrow morning,” he began, “and drove up from Calgary to stay overnight there. It was cold but a beautiful clear starry night. When I pulled off the main highway to drive west towards Didsbury, on a snow-covered side road, the weather suddenly changed, and it started to snow heavily. I could hardly see beyond the hood of my car. I nearly drifted into a ditch and was afraid I’d get stuck and have to spend the night in my car. So I turned around at the first farm driveway and drove back to the highway.

Instantly the snow stopped falling, and I saw a bright starry sky overhead. Hmm, that was a quick snowstorm, I thought and turned back onto the road to Didsbury. But the same thing happened. Sudden heavy snow, and a trackless snow-covered road. Once again, I turned back to the highway, and it cleared up. I did this three times. Then I remembered you two live in Innisfail which is only half an hour’s drive further north, so I decided to drive on, find a phone booth and give you a call. And here I am.”

Jo and I both sat there smiling broadly, and I said, “Great tale, Howard, now let me tell you the rest of the story. I don’t know if you feel like a Gideon’s fleece, but you are one.”

Then I told him about our weeklong prayer for a sign that God wanted us to move ahead with Wycliffe.

Howard was delighted and led us in prayer for the people group, wherever they might be, who would someday have God’s Word in their language because of the decision we had made that night.

The Result
The following Monday morning we filled in and mailed the application along with the cheque for $50 (non-refundable) before the registration deadline.

Twenty-five years later, in the Canela village in Brazil, we distributed the newly translated partial Bible to eager new believers.