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Two Cooks in the Kitchen (A refreshing moment with Liz)

4/12/2023

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“Oh really!” I said, stirring a pot of boiling peas, “They’re good even after leaving them out overnight?”

“Yep!” Liz said, standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, “It was an accident! I meant to make muffins out of them right away, but then I forgot about them. In the morning, there was the bowl of mashed bananas. They looked okay, so I figured, let’s try it!” She shrugged and raised her eyebrows. “And you know, it was the best, most fluffy banana bread I had ever made!” 

“Wow! Good to know!” I finished stirring all the pots on the stove and turned to her with a smile. “I’m totally going to try that!”  

We had invited Liz to church with us that morning and then to our place for lunch. It was her first time at our place, but it felt like we’d been best friends for years; like we had stood chatting in that very kitchen a hundred times. I poured steaming water from the kettle into her waiting mug. “Cream or sugar? Honey?” 

“No, this is fine.” She lifted the string and waved her hand over the tea like a conductor leading a light, happy melody. After steeping her tea, she made her way around the island into the kitchen. “Plates are in here?” She pointed to a cupboard. 

“Yep.” 

She opened the cupboard door, removed a dish to rest her teabag on, then opened the drawer and pulled out a spoon. She returned to her spot and tended to her tea. I smiled, feeling warm inside. This was the stuff of friendship. One didn’t open just anyone’s cupboards or help themselves to cutlery. Heck, even in my own parents’ house, I made sure to ask before grabbing a glass of water, and they liked it that way. I mean, they always said ‘help yourself’ and ‘make yourself at home’, but I knew better. 

I had tested their invitation a few times, finding the result more annoying than rewarding. One day I ‘helped myself’ by helping Mom with whatever had been simmering on the stove that day. She’d been sitting at the table, exhausted, and I’d offered to take over. She’d allowed it, which was surprising in itself. 

Dad had been sitting at his office computer during our visit, able to overhear our conversation through the open door. It always felt weird when he did that, like we were being monitored. Part of me wanted to invite him to join us all the way, and part of me wished he would go to the garage like usual so Mom and I could speak more freely. Just as I finished cooking the pan of food, Dad walked into the kitchen. I flipped off the element and moved the pot to the center of the stove to cool. 

“Oh, we don’t do it like that,” Dad said. He walked up beside me and reached for the pot. “We put it over here.” He moved the pot to the rear element. “And we do like this.” He lifted the wooden spoon from where I’d laid it on the counter and placed it on a spoon holder I had thought was only decorative. “Okay?” He smiled and patted my shoulder. 

“Sure thing.” I smiled back, but was confused. 

If he cared so deeply about the details, why didn’t he cook it himself? Maybe the fun was in making me feel restricted and unsure of myself; less free. Or maybe the point was to remind me he was the King of the Castle and I’d best not forget my place. 
He grabbed the glass of water he’d apparently come for and returned to his place at the computer screen. I looked over at Mom, who shrugged. 

I turned back to the stove, my work now corrected, and was glad it was finished so I didn’t have to touch anything anymore. Mom used to be particular too, even advising me into my thirties about how to assemble the Caesar salad I’d brought to Christmas, but she seemed mellower. Maybe cancer had mellowed her. Maybe Dad was picky enough for the both of them. Either way, I resolved not to touch more than I had to in their house.

Here in my own kitchen, Liz really did help herself, and I really wanted her to. She stood beside me occasionally, lifted a pot lid, smelled the steam, and asked me what ingredients I’d used. She asked about my technique and spice preferences, and I asked about hers. She stirred the pots when I’d leave to get ingredients, and keep right on stirring when I returned, so I’d take my turn standing and chatting while she worked. We swapped cooking secrets and tips, and admired each other’s knowledge and abilities. We laughed and explored each other’s ideas and kitchen habits like best friends brainstorming solutions for a science experiment. According to Mark, we giggled and chattered like two excited school girls. 

The kitchen didn’t need a king or queen. It was not a territory to rule, or a place for servants to earn their keep; it was a place for friends – equals - to be together and make memories. That day, Liz and I were roommates and the kitchen belonged to us both.


After lunch, Ethan, Abby, and Mark each disappeared to their own Sunday afternoon activities, and Liz and I had the rare opportunity to visit alone. We talked about her marriage, her husband’s sudden death, and how it was difficult but necessary to leave her adult son behind in Alberta and move to Manitoba. The openness and transparency with which she shared made my heart soar. She was confiding in me! Of course she was. We’d shared so much over Facebook messaging already, this was just a natural continuation. Still, I thought, what an honor to be trusted with her heart. And then to discover her heart and mine to be so similar was an astounding surprise.

​I felt like a parched desert wanderer who had finally found an oasis of sweet, cool water. All I wanted to do was kneel at the waters’ edge and drink deeply and never stop.


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The Problem of Too Many Ideas: How to Finally Get Clear on a Direction

6/23/2021

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The creative mind is a powerful thing. A super power, some might say.
We create realms, invent the people who inhabit them, and breathe life into the powerful stories they tell. 
All with a goal to somehow make a mark on the world.

We have a kryptonite, however. (We have several, but let's focus on one for now)
The big problem we creatives face? Too many ideas! 

Sure, Miss Positivity will tell you it's a "good problem" for which we should perhaps be "grateful", but the fact remains we feel confused about what direction to take, what projects to pursue, and which stories to write first. It's hard to be grateful when you feel crazy and stupid and confused. (or is that just me?)

​Confusion is a paralytic. (Trust me, I know.)


The creative is often caught in confusion, swirling from fab idea to fab idea, not sure which direction to go in first. 
Often, we end up chasing several directions at once, then get frustrated when our efforts yield few and small results.  

If you've been spinning your wheels in the confusion of many awesome ideas, I'd like to share the very practical way I overcame that confusion and started narrowing my focus on a particular direction. 

It wasn't easy. 
Honestly, it hurt.

But when I was done, I felt liberated - like someone had finally stopped sitting on my chest. You know the feeling? 
If not, you're about to! 

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What Love Looks Like Amidst Conflict: A Thoughtful Analysis of A Complicated Kindness

3/28/2021

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  Welcome to the dark side where love, though it twists and gnarls in the shadows like a sun-thirsty vine, searching and stretching for light, still thrives.

   The novel 
A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews is a story in which each page is colored with shadows of death as the main character catalogues the carnage of broken relationships. In the setting of a religious Mennonite town, all inhabitants are expected to fall in line with accepted church practices and beliefs or else be shunned, becoming a ghost in their own town and among their own families. A surface glance at the situation might see the church as domineering, Trudie as selfishly abandoning her family, or Ray as loveless in his leaving Nomi behind, but Toews looks past this first impression and sees something more complicated: kindness. 

   The cost of non-conformity may be high, but the price of love in this complex situation may be even higher. The difficulty each must face is the church’s imposition of religious rules on all town residents, which puts everyone to a decision about who is in and who is out. This makes it difficult for those caught on one side to love those on another. As we explore the characters, we discover in their behavior how they endeavored to love each other in a complicated situation. Research into sociology, the psychology of relationships, and glimpses into Mennonite history will reveal that, in the wake of all these broken relationships, there is more than the simplicity of selfishness or the misfortune of loss that is happening. Instead we will see a complex situation and the love which motivated these acts. We discover in Toews’ book that sometimes loving someone means staying, sometimes it means leaving, and other times, it means letting go, even of those we care deeply about. 



When Love Looks Like Staying

    Relationships are messy. What’s more, the messiness is unavoidable because relationships are connections between people, and people are complicated. They are also ever-changing. When people change or circumstances become difficult, one is always put to a decision of whether the relationship is worth keeping. In the novel, we see Trudie and Hans exert effort to stay in relationships despite difficulty. 

   Trudie “lived in a town where every single person knew who she was and where she came from and sometimes that made her crazy but most of the time she liked that because it made her feel like she was a part of something” (89). Toews concisely summed up both the oppressive feeling of being part of a community wherein conformity is required, and the benefits of maintaining that connection despite its uncomfortable aspects. 

   Too often, especially in an individualistic society like North America, we are quick to abandon relationships when discomfort arrives, especially when it comes in the form of compromise or sacrifice of one’s autonomy. There is much benefit to staying, though, as “[d]ifficult relationships tend to provide us with more teaching moments than do routine relationships. The trouble difficult relationships cause in our lives creates a sharp focus on the connection and what went wrong. This is a good thing. … On a deeper level, you will know yourself and others in a clear and helpful way.” (Townshend, 67) By staying, we make use of a unique opportunity to grow in character or even in awareness of who we are. What’s more, there is great benefit to being “a part of something” rather than isolated from the community.

   When a member would gravitate away from the fold, Uncle Hans worked on behalf of the community to pull them back in. This confrontation, though uncomfortable and unpleasant, was done because “there were eternal issues at stake. And when discipline is properly applied, the one under it needs the humility to come home” (45). Hans saw Trudie’s girls - and perhaps Trudie herself - as losing interest in the faith and attempted to reel them back through jobs at the Rest Haven and then the church library (102). These efforts to keep community members in relationship with the church and with God were, at least in part, an act of protection and love for the souls of those they knew. When these did not work to reign in divergent behaviors, Hans began a series of persuasive home visits. 

   Especially in the context of an Old Colony Mennonite community, “[t]he highest goal is the goal of salvation, which is understood as acceptance by God as faithful people rather than as faithful individuals. … The salvation of the Old Colony affects all of its members; therefore, it is important that there be no deviants to spoil the chances of the whole group.” (Old Colony Mennonites, 35) Communities like these “have often pursued unity by shunning particularity … and by uniting around common practices”. It is debatable whether the approach of control and then shunning was the most effective way to demonstrate caring, however it remains an example of love that the church would risk such confrontations for the good of the community and of the straying members. 

 When Love Looks Like Leaving

    Sometimes loving someone necessitates saying goodbye. Often this is talked about in the “cult of self-affirmation” terms of self-preservation and “being true to [one’s] self and maintaining control over [one’s] life. Anyone or anything that attempts to limit [that] is immediately categorized as “toxic” and “judgmental” and is thus pushed to the side.” (You're Not Enough,36) In this case, leaving is treated as an act of love for one’s self. This is not the sense in which we mean leaving as an act of love. In Toews’ book the act of leaving is quite the opposite, as seen in Trudie and Ray’s cases.

   Trudie’s exodus from her town and family, while mysterious, is spoken of as a gesture of mercy toward Ray. “I’m pretty sure she left town for his sake. It would have killed him to choose between her or the church”(194). While leaving her husband and daughter behind can look from one perspective like abandonment, it can also look, from another perspective, like the kinder choice. Had Trudie stayed, Ray would have had to either remain loyal to his church and shun his own wife, or would have had to reject his church in order to remain in relationship with his wife. It was an impossible decision, and one she did not leave him to make. To Nomi, it was an act of love that her mother would spare Ray “the pain of having to choose between the church or her, knowing it would kill him” (244). It was the only way Nomi could stand to think of it: as an act of love and mercy.

   Later, when Ray also left, Nomi saw that as an act of love as well. Deep inside, Nomi “realized that [her] personal yearning to be in New York City .. [was] a painful, serious, all-consuming kind of thing…” (135). Despite this all-consuming desire, Nomi was unable to pick up and leave as Tash and Trudie had. Ray knew this about his daughter, and did the only thing he could in that circumstance: he left. Nomi saw this as “comforting in a fragile, loss-filled kind of way, to know that Ray had decided to keep the love alive in his imagination, and leave” (241). Again, Nomi saw it only as love and mercy even if it came in the painful form of leaving.

   There are times when withdrawing from a relationship is the only way to preserve the people in it. “That is when you must draw boundaries - for your interests, for the sake of the relationship, and for helping the other person as well.” (Townshend, 36) Such situations include codependent relationships for example, where removal of the one depended on can foster growth and independence in the dependent one. In the Bible, John writes of sacrificial love in this way: “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends” (John 15:13 NIV).

   In the case of the Nickels, Trudie sacrificed her presence in the family for the sake of Ray’s freedom, and Ray removed himself from Nomi’s life to keep from being a barrier between her and her freedom. Both withdrawals, while looking like abandonment, were actually acts of sacrificial love. 

When Love Looks Like Letting Go 

   Leaving for the sake of love is one thing; the response of those left behind however, is quite another. Trudie and Nomi both demonstrated love by caring enough to let go of those who had left, even if it resulted in a broken relationship for a time. For each of them, it was a process of coming to the point of willingness to let go, but each did eventually accomplish it and demonstrated love by allowing another to leave.

   We heard Trudie’s lamenting of loss when Nomi overheard her mom; “I think I’m losing Tash, she said, and began to cry”(110).  We see evidence of Trudie’s ability to let Tash go in her comment to Nomi “about the Mennonites in Russia fleeing in the middle of the night… All they needed, she said, was for people to tolerate their unique apartness”(148). We also see it in her response to Tash’s outcry, “I think I’ll go crazy. I can’t stand it. … It’s not right and it’s killing me.” to which Trudie’s response was, “I know honey, I know it is. And then she began to cry also”(146). The most striking evidence of Trudie letting her own daughter go is when she helped bring Tash’s bags to the door where Ian waited. Trudie hugged Ian and bid them both farewell even while Ray remained in his bedroom, unwilling to say goodbye (148).
Nomi struggled with the process of letting go throughout the story, only able by the final chapters to accomplish it. After Tash left, she “phoned a couple of times… and then stopped calling altogether. … My dad and I used to have heart attacks when the phone rang but not quite as much any more. We’ve become a little sluggish. The phone hardly ever rings” (70,71). Their becoming used to her absence indicated a certain amount of acceptance had taken place. 

   Regarding Ray’s exit, Nomi found comfort in his final parting words. “He left me a verse from Isaiah, the prophet of redemption: For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace.”(239). His reminder to dust her feet when she did leave indicated his hope for her future freedom as well. To Nomi, this “was comforting… to know that Ray had decided to keep the love alive in his imagination, and leave”(241). Nomi concluded that “love.. outlasts grief. It does. Love is everything. It is the greatest of these. And I think that we all use whatever is in our power, whatever is within our reach, to attempt to keep alive the love we’ve felt” (244). This, it seems, is possible even in the complicated conditions of broken relationships, if they’re broken for love or there is love despite the brokenness. 

   Restoration and unity in relationships is not always possible. Sometimes life, circumstances, and other people complicate things and put us to hard decisions about how to best love each other. Sometimes love means letting someone go. In that case, “if the relationship is truly over, you must move on. Sometimes you move on to a life without romance or that particular friendship or family connection. Sometimes you move towards another new relationship...One way or another, moving on is the way to go.” (Townshend, 90) Letting go is simply acceptance of things beyond our control, and a willingness to allow people to exist outside of our control also. While this can be done in a resentful or bitter way, in the case of Nomi and Trudie, the letting go is done as an act of loving acceptance of people and things outside of their control. When speaking of letting go, author John Danvers describes it as “the let-ting-go of expectations, sitting without expectation or attachment to a goal.”  “As Trudie put it, it is loving others enough “to tolerate their unique apartness” (148). In this way, the Nickels loved each other well. 

Conclusion

   Love is a complicated kindness, especially when the circumstances themselves are complex. Even a single act, done in love, can look like hatred depending on the point of view one has. In Toews’ novel, we discover even in the dark town that stinks like death and is empty of Nomi’s family, love is apparent even in such desperate acts as desertion. In particular, we learn  that sometimes loving someone means staying, sometimes it means leaving, and other times, it means letting go, even of those we care deeply about. 

   Trudie understands Tash’s need for apartness and tolerates it, and Nomi understands her mom and dad’s leaving as acts of love to enable those left behind to choose freedom. Their acts of love may have been sacrificial, but perhaps the greater act of love is Nomi’s acceptance of it as love. Rather than becoming embittered, perhaps salivating at the thought of visiting pain back on them, she dreams of being reunited, or at least, of their all loving each other enough that it could be possible. “Life being what it is, one dreams not of revenge. One just dreams”(244). This act of letting go - of people, of life together, and even of expectations - is perhaps one of the most difficult and self-sacrificing acts of love. 






Bibliography
  1. Danvers, John. Agents of Uncertainty: Mysticism, Scepticism, Buddhism, Art and Poetry. Brill, Rodopi, 2012.
  2. Nugent, John C. Radical Ecumenicity: Pursuing Unity and Continuity After John Howard Yoder. Abilene Christian University Press, 2010.
  3. Redekop, Calvin Wall. The Old Colony Mennonites: Dilemmas of Ethnic Minority Life. Baltimore,Johns Hopkins Press,1969.
  4. Stucky,Allie Beth. You’re Not Enough And That’s Okay.USA, Sentinel, 2020.
  5. Toews, Miriam. A Complicated Kindness. Toronto, Alfred A. Knopf, 2004.
  6. Townshend, Dr. John. Beyond Boundaries. Grand Rapids, Zondervan, 2011.













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Core Truths with Which All Christians Agree: an Essay on C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity

1/12/2021

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-by Kimberly Dawn Rempel
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 In his book, Mere Christianity, CS Lewis endeavored to point out the core truths of the Christian faith that it may assist readers in their consideration of God as truth and that the common ground here presented would also cultivate peace between believers whose peripheral doctrines differ on some points.

How Lewis Addressed the Search for Meaning

   In a time swirling with competing philosophies of truth, many searching for meaning outside of religion, Lewis addressed such often debated topics as “the Meaning of the Universe”, answered common objections to Christian doctrine, and also explored “Rival Concepts of God”, each time aiding the reader in understanding how Christianity excels, even compared to the new philosophies of the time.
 As he did this, Lewis accomplished two critical things: first, he addressed core beliefs of the global church, not denomination-specific beliefs and not the institution of church, both of which are societal sore spots in his day. Thus he enabled these truths to transcend arguments between the groups and invited even readers who were resistant to the church to consider his message. Secondly, Lewis demonstrated Christianity to be a well anchored, time-tested truth, whether measured through reason or experience, and the reader was, from this anchored place, thrown a life-raft in the middle of a choppy sea of diverging views. 


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​When Church Hurts: How to Honor God In the Midst of Church Division

1/2/2021

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Sometimes being part of a church hurts.

Whether the hurt is caused by the people in the church or leadership itself, pain is inevitable within the church. Really, pain is inevitable in every relationship and every organization, because sin pervades the human experience. Christians are humans too, and not immune to sin. We have a Forgiver, and One who trains us out of sinful thoughts and behaviors, but we are sinners who, as long as we breathe air, will continue to be trained and shaped and made new one piece at a time. We still sin, which means we inevitably, cause hurt and experience pain when others cause hurt to us.


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A Positive Perspective Amidst Protests and Covid Chaos

11/21/2020

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Steinbach, a little city of 20,000 is usually a tranquil place in Manitoba’s Bible belt.

Usually.

We citizens of Steinbach are proud of our town’s reputation as the cleanest city in North America.[1] We’re known as being the most generous people in Canada.[2] This spring, while the world groaned under the pressures of a pandemic, Steinbach was pleasantly insulated, experiencing super-low numbers of Covid cases. Local headlines read “Zero New Cases” and “One New Case, over 200 Recovered”, lending us a sense of safety and peace even while the world around us was aflame with infection.[3]

Then autumn came, and our reckoning with it.

​Locally, Covid began spreading like wildfire until, in November, Steinbach was given another number that set them apart from the nation. We now had “one of the highest infection rates in the country.” [4]

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Parenting Teens: Wisdom From Philippians

10/22/2020

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As a parent to two teenagers, I find myself in that familiar place of desperately needing God's wisdom to get this even halfway right. 

I'm also in that familiar place of realizing that there isn't always a 'right' way to do things, and anyway, even if one could parent perfectly, there is still the whole free will thing.  I mean, God was THE perfect parent, and look at us. Parenting well doesn't necessarily mean they turn out the way you want.

(But we've still got to try, right?) 

So, as I seek wisdom on this parenting journey, panting after it like a desert-starved animal, it doesn't surprise me that I find some instruction in the book of Philippians - a book that has nothing to do with parenting, and which was not even written by a parent.

(God can use a whole lot of things for a whole lot of things, am I right?)

Two things caught my attention in chapter two:

1) there's a big theme throughout the Bible about how we and our children can get and keep wisdom. (Oh, how I hope they'll make wisdom their best friend as they grow up!). It's evident in something Paul says and something he does. And it's something we can do and say too.

2) the fruitfulness of our parenting efforts won't be fully known until "the day of Christ's return", which means if I'm lamenting the lack of results already, or even just worrying about what result will come in the next five years, I'm reacting waaaay too soon, and need to let the seed grow. 

Come on in. Let's dig into the word together and I'll show you what I mean.


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What God Really Thinks of Us and Why It Matters (A book review of The Divine Romance by Gene Edwards)

10/16/2020

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     In his book, The  Divine Romance Gene Edwards compels readers to consider God’s love; specifically he offers an intimate behind-the-scenes glimpse of it such that the reader can scarce keep from experiencing in real time God’s personal love for her. As Edwards tells the story of creation and onward until the resurrection of Christ, he pulls back layers implied in scripture but seldom pondered (the unseen realm who witnesses in wonder, for example). As the mystery of God’s love is revealed, the reader discovers this Love that made her to be His glorious counterpart, is itself her joyful purpose.   

     This message of love and purpose is critical in any time, but especially our postmodern era in which truth is obscured and its existence debated, in which love is a confusing term and so poorly demonstrated and experienced as to become nearly meaningless. When the meaning and purpose of human life are so absent in a national and personal sense, it is critical that we connect not only with a singularly unifying, dependable truth, but also discover that truth to be the one true God who is Love - whose deep and intimate Love gives us rich meaning and glorious purpose. It is a grounding in God’s love that gives us strength and empowers us and makes us complete, (Eph 3:17-19 NLT) and precisely the task which Edwards, in his book, sets out to accomplish. Here he endeavors to connect readers to God’s love and aid them toward living empowered and complete in Christ. (Eph 3:19)


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What Alice Forgot, a Smart Readers Book Club Review

7/15/2020

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It came to me the way most books come to most of us. 

By recommendation of a close friend. 

"You'll love it." she said. 

She was right.... mostly.  

Right off, the premise got me interested. 

A woman knocks herself out and awakes to discover she's completely lost her memories of the last ten years? Whoa.
Yeah... What would it be like to lose the last ten years? .
How different IS my life now from ten years ago? Pretty different. Unrecognizable, really. 
What would my 10-years-ago self think of my 10-years-later self? Hmm! 


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FAQ: How Can I Start Freelance Editing?

6/23/2020

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I've been asked a number of times by aspiring editors, "How can I start freelance editing?" 

If you've ever wondered as well, here's what I tell them.  

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