Life and Death...

Today is a day I will always remember.

It should have been a great day.  57 F, my van said, even though weather.com said it was 55 F (about 13 or 14 C).  A bit windy, but overall a beautiful day.  Quite different than anyone would expect for the last day in January.

But, the weather is not why I will always remember this day.

My daughter B, had surgery, today.  B has a heart murmur.  While she takes this fact lightly, I do not.  I recall almost losing her as a child, before the doctor had even told me about her heart problem.  And, surgery can be dangerous to someone with heart problems. 

Oh, well.  God is in control.  I am trusting him, for this and more.  Actually, just a few minutes ago, I received a call from the hospital, letting me know that B is out of surgery, is in recovery and will be shortly ready to leave for home.  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

While this was happy relief for me, my friend/real estate partner C was not so fortunate.

As you know, my real estate partner/friend C has been in hospital and rehab for about 11 weeks.  If you were aware of this, you'll also know that he cannot walk, nor even stand up.  He needs help with everything he does.

We have a mutual friend M, who is able to physically help C, especially with transportation.  He allows M to drive his car, since she doesn't have one at the moment.  In return, M transports C to dialysis and other medical appointments.

Last week, C insisted we set up a time to go have lunch at Red Lobster.  He felt that celebrating my birthday by having a meal there, was long overdue, since we were to have done this in November.  So, we arranged that M would bring C, while our friend K and I would meet them there, today.

I must say that although this luncheon was supposed to be a fun time, it was in fact overshadowed with sadness that permeated our time together.  Prior to going, both K and I suggested that maybe it wasn't a good day to meet, that maybe it would be better to put it off for another time.

Why?  Well, C's daughter J, who had been in hospital here in Windsor, and had been transferred to another hospital in London, Ontario, has not recovered.  In fact, her condition has worsened.

Even so, C insisted the group of us friends needed to be together, today.  Possibly, he may have felt he needed to be with friends to help take his mind off the situation; only God knows.

A family meeting (without C, who could not travel to London) with hospital officials was arranged for today.  Just as we were leaving the restaurant, C received a phone call from his other daughter, K. 

She told her dad it was determined that life support would be removed, today.  K promised to call back, once J's life had ended.

This ended our time, together.  C felt like being alone.

I cannot say I blame him.  Having a loved one's life ended, is not a happy occasion.

While others were crying, I tried to hold back my tears.  C spoke about how sad it was when they did this with his wife.  I recalled how it was with Gordon.

Gordon's situation was somewhat different.  Gordon's health was improving, but he had not yet awoken.  The hospital decided they wanted to end his life, before he had the chance to wake up, because they were afraid he might be a vegetable, once is body healed and he woke up.  And, as they told me, once that happened, there would be no chance of ending his life; he would need permanent full-time care.  Even though I was willing to trust God, they weren't. 

So, against my wishes, and while he still was not well enough to survive on his own without support, they unplugged him and ended my husband's life.  This was in October, 2009.

Today, even though I fought back tears, thinking about J, it didn't mean I wasn't sad for C.  I was; very sad.  Truly, it was a case where I just didn't want to add to his grief, for I knew it was all he could do to hold himself together.  After all, it is unnatural to have a child die before its parents.

We prayed, once again.  K said her goodbyes.  M and I took C to his car.  After C used the board to transfer himself from the chair to the car seat, M placed his wheelchair in the trunk. 

Before leaving, M gave me copies of her wedding photos.  She did this, not just because we are friends, but also because I sang at her wedding, last year.  We hugged as I thanked her for the photos and for helping C.

Then, I went and thanked C, hugging him once more before we parted, knowing that the next time I spoke with C, his daughter will have passed from this life.

Some people just don't get it.  Life is short.  Shorter than what most people think.  And, sometimes people think they have lots of time to come to Christ.  For some, it is not a priority.  The truth is, it is a priority that everyone needs to address and address, now.

So, if you are not yet trusting in Jesus, for your salvation, do it today.  You may not have tomorrow... or, even your next breath.


Until next time...

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Prayer & The Highest Power...

Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I hope you don't mind me asking you for prayer.  For a couple of important people in my life. 

My friend J, who previously had a double-lung transplant is now in hospital.  Apparently, her body is rejecting the anti-rejection medication she must take, daily.  To make matters worse, she is very ill.

Today, I spoke with my brother, B.  He is still awaiting surgery to have both his kidneys removed, due to cancer.  Like anyone who has walked a mile in his shoes, he has not been feeling the best.

Thank you for prayer, for both of these very important people in my life.  May God bless you, always...

Yesterday, was Sunday.  My Lord's day.

Even as I prepared to go worship, I debated as to whether or not I should worship my Lord, at my own church. 

Life has been stressful, lately; as I mentioned, recently.  And, some important people from my church have involved themselves into this mushrooming mess.

Yes, I realize that sooner or later, this whole mess with sort itself out.  After all, God is in control.  Of everything.  His truth stands.  And, I am trusting in Him.

Whenever I entertained thoughts of worshipping elsewhere, another thought came to mind.  Believing that God put this thought into my head, I decided to worship at my own church after all.  In no way, did I want those involved in this mess, to think they had chased me away. 

I will stand for righteousness.  I will stand with God.  My God.  My highest power.

Leaving for worship, earlier than normal, I made my way to the cemetary, to visit Gordon's grave.  On a normal basis, I go after church, but lately, I have sometimes gone there, before church.  Today, I was thankful I did.

By Sunday morning, all snow had disappeared, leaving green grass and some icy patches to walk over.  However, this afternoon, it began snowing again.  And, it seemed like it wouldn't stop!

After church, I visited my co-worker/friend C at the rehab centre.  He's been quite upset, lately.  As would anyone in his position.

It's not bad enough that he himself, is incapable of even standing up, never mind taking care of himself.  But, as I mentioned previously, his daughter J was hospitalized. 

J's condition worsened and was recently transported to London, Ontario, to a hospital where hopefully, they will be able to do something to help her.  I praise God they were able to save her life enroute, for they almost lost her.

Again, I must ask for prayer for these people.  Thank you.  I pray that God will bless you, as you pray for them.

Arriving home, I made myself something to eat, for the first time, today.

Turning on the television, I hoped there would be a movie to watch, of interest to me.  At first, I kind of thought nothing fit the bill, but I decided to watch Music From Another Room.

When I first turned on the movie and throughout a couple of sinful parts, I almost turned it off.  However, the love storyline kept me hanging in.  Along with the music.

I found there was beautiful music in this love story.

Here is a link to the song played at the end, entitled Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden  :  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcEGDZdmI0U

While the lyrics are truly of a love song, there was in the middle of the song, some lyrics that stuck out in my mind:  we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of the highest power in lonely hours.

After all was said and done, I was grateful I had attended worship service at my own church, watched the movie, and listened to the music that resonated in my mind. 

Peace came over me.  The peace that goes beyond all understanding.  The peace that can only come from God.


Until next time...

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$1B... & His Domain...

If you haven't yet read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, please do so.  The basis for what I will be writing about today, is there for you to have an understanding of the situation.

When I left off, I mentioned that there was not enough funds in the healthcare fund for General Motors' (GM's) workers and retirees.  I also asked the question:  How fair is this?

Not only had GM borrowed from this fund years ago and did not replenished it early enough, so that with investments there would be enough funds available to all who contributed, but there's more to be said from a different aspect.  Yes, a recent court settlement was reached where GM had to pay a large amount of money to the healthcare fund, but since it isn't enough to cover the needs of all eligible to utilize the funds, it somehow doesn't seem quite right, to me.

GM received concessions from its workers, retirees and surviving spouses, as well as help from the Canadian government, in an effort to play a part in keeping the corporation alive.  Or, so it was thought.

Sure, the company is doing much better now. 

Here is a link that reports that GM is once again #1 in the auto industry:  http://azstarnet.com/news/opinion/gm-is-no-again-a-lesson-in-the-role-of/article_a0a221ad-9ee7-5e67-b3e3-ac76d8b98fa8.html  and another:  http://www.forbes.com/sites/michelinemaynard/2012/01/19/gm-is-back-in-the-auto-sales-drivers-seat/

So, why weren't benefits restored to retirees and suviving spouses?

Now, there is no recourse for GM retirees.  Workers may or may not be able to address their issues in future contract negotiations, but the retirees and surviving spouses, are left out in the cold.

When I read the article in The Windsor Star (and posted in yesterday's LwL entry) , telling us that GM is investing $1B (that's $1,000,000,000/1 billion dollars) in Russia, it turned my stomach.

If in fact GM had truly needed the concessions and government of Canada's assistance it received, in order to keep the company running, then how on earth could it have rebounded so quickly in order to be able to invest overseas, to such a great extent. 

Or, was this just a paper shuffle, and a ruse to reduce obligations to Canada and its workers, retirees and surviving spouses, while increasing revenues to use for future investment, in other countries, as they are in the process of doing?

Some readers may be aware that GM has been investing overseas for several years now, mainly in China and in other countries, where they feel they can make higher profits.  But, now... after rebounding, to the extent of $1,000,000,000 in another country?  Russia?

Since GM has prospered so greatly after the help and concessions implimented that assisted them in surviving, why weren't benefits re-instated, fully?  Why wasn't this made part of the bail-out package, by the government, to protect Canadian citizens?  Why wasn't there provisions made to ensure that the company would have to re-invest in Canada?

Gee, maybe they should have had people like me, on the team of negotiators. 

It makes me wonder if GM truly needed the help at all, or if it was just a ploy on the part of the company, to receive concessions and short-term financing, to justify an end to their means.  And, to improve their bottom line.  Profits.

How could this company rebound so quickly, if it truly was in dire straits? 

While I'm glad that GM has rebounded, this frustrating life circumstance is not a pleasant one.  Still, I am thankful for what I have.  How God provided for me, through Gordon.

Yes, I said how God provided for me, through Gordon. 

We must never forget that all good things come from God.  And, that ultimately, it is truly Him providing for us, through whatever means it is He chooses to use to provide for us.

Even so, it is a hurtful reminder of how life truly is on this earth.  How the unsaved and the corporations that are not Christian based, use and abuse people, for the love of money. 

I'm grateful for God's Word, the Bible.  I'm grateful for what it teaches us.  I'm grateful for 1 Timothy 6:10, "For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows."

I'm grateful I am saved.  That God has provided for me, in this life, and afterwards.  For, this world is not my home.  It is truly a horrible, sinful place.  How can it not be?  It is Satan's domain; his world.

And, as far as I'm concerned, he can have it!


Until next time...

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$1Billion?!

On Saturday, January 14th, as I was reading my newspaper, the Windsor Star, I read an article on p. 15.

Here is the article I found on their on-line site.  It's entitled, General Motors to Invest $1B in Russia:   http://www.windsorstar.com/business/General+Motors+invest+Russia/5995607/story.html

If for some reason, you cannot open the attachment, I will (copy & paste) post it for you, so you can read it for yourself:

U.S. auto giant General Motors will invest $1 billion in Russia over five years to more than double production by 2015, the managing director of its Russian operations said.
"The reason we are there is we see opportunity," James Bovenzi said late Thursday at a dinner event organized by the U.S.-Russia Business Council on the sidelines of the Detroit Auto Show.
"There is a lot of pent-up demand in Russia ... The average vehicle is more than 10 years old," he said.
"The middle class is growing and nine of the 10 best-selling cars in Russia are foreign brands," he said, adding that GM's Chevrolet was a top seller.
The new plan calls for increasing production in Russia from 232,000 units in 2010 to more than 520,000 in 2015, he said.
Alan Draper, vice president in charge of purchasing at Ford of Europe, said plants established there by respected parts suppliers could improve quality and let international firms meet local content requirements.
"Russia will [soon] be one of the most important markets in the world," he said.
A business group meanwhile announced that sales of cars in Russia rose by 39 per cent in 2011 year-onyear to over 2.65 million vehicles as the market bounced back from the last economic crisis.

© Copyright (c) The Windsor Star

Why is this of importance to me?

Well, my now deceased husband Gordon was an auto-worker, who was employed at General Motors of Canada (GM); prior to his death, and shortly before his plant was permanently closed, he took an early retirement package.

Not only as a retiree were his benefits reduced, but after his death, my survivor's benefits were reduced once again.  Greatly.

Then, came the issue of healthcare that GM was supposed to have provided for. 

Apparently, from what I have been told, years ago GM borrowed from the healthcare fund and didn't replenish it, until the issue became a major one, with the court system granting approval of a settlement, recently.

From what I have been told, there will not be enough funds in the healthcare fund to cover the healthcare costs of all workers and retirees, here in Canada.

How fair is this?

There is more to be said about this frustrating circumstance, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.


Until next time...

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Provision... A True Blessing!

When I left off writing yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how God provided for me, by providing encouragement that I so badly needed at a time when I felt devastated.  I praise God for this!

To continue on from what I wrote about yesterday, I left Heritage Park Alliance Church (HPAC) in plenty of time to go visit Gordon's grave.  Since the cemetary was close by, I was there within a handful of minutes.

As I climbed through a small snowbank created as a result of the snowplow clearing the roadway, I was grateful I had remembered to wear boots.

It was cold standing there, by Gordon's grave.  Being an open area, with limited number of trees to block off some of the wind, I didn't stay long.  Just long enough to do what I normally do.

Off I went to go worship at my own church.

With plenty of time to spare, I found a seat, and visited with a few friends.  Worship time was good.  One thing I feel blessed about, is the fact that a gospel message is preached, there.

Is this important?  Well, some people and some churches obviously think not, because over the years, I have attended many places of worship, where I never heard a gospel message.  But, in my opinion, yes; it is important. 

After all, even though church services are meant to be times for believers to worship God, there are usually people in attendance, who may not be saved.  I believe we must always make efforts to fulfill God's Great Commission and preach a gospel message. 

God uses those seeds planted, in the lives of unbelievers, to lead them to salvation.  And, what is more important than salvation?

Afterwards, I went to the nearby rehab centre, where my co-worker/real estate partner/friend C, is currently living. 

I thank all who have prayed for C, for even after all these weeks of rehab, he is still unable to stand on his own.  This week, he will be having an MRI, to determine if there is something he may need surgery for.  Continued prayer is appreciated.  May God bless you...

Arriving home, I telephoned C's daughter J, who is currently in hospital.  Yes, I am asking for prayer for J, in addition to the prayer I requested for her father.  And again, I thank you.  May God bless each of you...

Reflecting over Sunday's eventful day, I feel blessed that God, my Father, loves me.

While people may let us down, God never does.  He is always there for us; for me.  He provides for our every need.  Usually, even before we are aware we even have a need.

Not to mention, that He blesses us in various ways.

Like how He blessed me when R invited me to speak at one of her church's small group meetings.  To some, this might not be an unimportant thing; to others, it might seem to be overwheming.  But, to me, it was an answer to prayer.

You see, I had truly been praying for God to change my life.  And, guide me in the process.  I had been asking for Him to show me that somehow, somewhere, I have a purpose to fulfill.  One that will be honouring to Him.  And, one that I could physically accomplish.

It may sound silly to some, but I am grateful God provided an opportunity for me to work for Him.  He answered my prayer.  For this, I praise God and thank Jesus!


Until next time...

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Encouragement...

You would know, if you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, that on Sunday, God put it on my heart to go worship at a church, other than my own.

Because I was up and ready early enough, I set off to go to a church I had visited only once before.  My first time worshipping there happened just before Christmas, when I attended this place of worship with a friend and her family, whose home church it is.  I'm talking about Heritage Park Alliance Church (HPAC).

For some reason, it took longer for me to get there than I anticipated, so I arrived a few minutes late.  However, with a less traditional service than my church has, it didn't really make a difference, because their more modern approach to worship includes much time of praise and worship, with the singing of songs and choruses at the beginning of the service.

I must admit that it surprised me to see this many people in attendance at the 9:00 a.m. service.  The only time I had worshipped there previously, the sanctuary had been almost empty.  But, last Sunday, it was packed!

At first, I wondered why the Lord would lead me there.  It didn't take long for me to know why.  The pastor preached on A New Reality.

As he spoke about how at different eras of our life, we have different personal realities in and of life, he touched on how we can sometimes be discouraged by various things that devastate our lives.

Phew!  Be still my heart!  Isn't that what I have been recently been feeling and writing about? 

While the sermon continued, I had to fight back tears, for I truly felt like he was speaking to me.  I felt encouraged by the time his words came to an end.

In retrospect, I can see that God led me there for a measure of healing.  For this, I praised God and thanked Jesus, for I truly needed to be lifted up.

Afterwards, I met up with the woman who is in charge of HPAC's library, R. 

On my previous visit for worship at this church, my friend had encouraged me to leave a copy of my book, Love Never Fails You... (here's a LINK ) with this woman, to have her read it and if she felt it was worthy, add it to the library collection of books to be loaned out.

Meeting R in the foyer proved to be a blessing to me.  Not only did she remember me, she let me know that she added Love Never Fails You... to the church's library collection.

Apparently, R was also heading up a small group that will be meeting for dessert and to watch a movie recently released on DVD, Courageous.  She invited me to the group, insisting I need to attend, even if I wasn't a member of her church.  lol  Yes, I purchased a ticket.

Then R, treating me like a new-found friend, introduced me to some of her fellow church members.  While introducing me, she explained I was a new author and mentioned Love Never Fails You... to them. 

As she did this, R did something I never dreamed would happen.  She turned to me and asked if I would be willing to speak at a small group meeting, possibly in March.  Surprised to say the least, I agreed. 

Thinking of the time, I said my goodbyes and headed off to carry on with the rest of my day's itinerary.

Yes, I still have more to say, so please bear with me.  Thank you for your patience.


Until next time...

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Forewarned...

In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about being burdened by devastating happenings that were bringing me down, for a time.  If you read yesterday's LwL entry, you'll know that I also mentioned that God restored me; He restored my spirit.

Before I enter into how this occurred, I must say that once again, God used music to forewarn me.

I know.  That remark sounds weird.  However, before Strike one (1) happened, I had been once again waking up with a song on my heart and in my mind:  Sad Eyes, by Robert John.  Here's a Youtube link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBZYJd9y0po

Now, I am not saying that the whole song has total referential meaning to my life.  Certainly, it doesn't.  After all, the song was meant to be in reference to an illicet affair; something I am not involved in.

However, there is one portion of the song that seemed to resonate in my mind.  This lyrical part goes like this:  Sad Eyes, turn the other way, I don't want to see you cry.

Imagine waking up with that part of the song on your heart and mind.

It happened to me in the past; just before something upsetting occurred, previously.  Then, just prior this recent devastation, it happened, again.  I awoke day after day, with the same lyrical part of the song on my heart and mind.  At least, it happened morning after morning, until the devastating situation reared its ugly head.

This time, when this occurred, instead of praying and asking God why He placed that song and the lyrics on my heart and mind, I was convinced that something negative in my life was about to happen.  And, this thought proved to be correct, as I discussed in yesterday's LwL entry.

Enough of that, for now.  Back to how God lifted me up and encouraged me, restoring my spirit.

This past Sunday, as per usual for me, I awoke fully prepared to go worship God, as I do every Lord's day.  This day, was different, though. 

Instead of relaxing until it was time to go worship with my church family at the normal time, God put it on my heart to go worship at another church, whose service began at 9:00 a.m., well before my own church's service time of 11:00 a.m.

Well, there is more to be said, but I cannot finish it, here and now.  Please join me tomorrow.


Until next time...

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Three Strikes, but Not Out! & New Blog!

Last week was quite a week for me.

Being rather upset throughout the past couple of weeks or so, I found myself feeling rather discouraged.  No, I do not intend to write about the reasons why; at least not at this time.

Strike one (1):  It's enough to say that although I fully expect to be treated badly by unsaved people, it was devastating to me, to be treated disgustingly bad by a fellow Christian, while in the midst of a business venture. 

Strike two (2):  This happened, when Strike one (1), changed course and escalated into something that even affected me with some of my church family.

Feeling rather down, I began thinking once again that I need to somehow change my life.  One day, while on Facebook (FB), I posted exactly that.

Several responses showed up, rather quickly.  Since I did not give any explanation as to why I felt I needed to change my life, it didn't take long for some people to errantly think I was feeling sorry for myself, being lonely due to widowhood. 

No, I didn't correct anyone, because I truly didn't want to discuss the situation that was tearing me apart.  Besides, what I posted was truly meant to be a rhetorical question.

However, as I said, I did receive responses.  Some people were supportive, encouraging me.  But, one person in particular goaded me on.  For some reason, this FB friend seems to rarely be pleasant, kind or supportive; in fact, sometimes this person is downright rude and nasty.

Strike three (3):  This day was somehow different.  At first, I thought the person I just mentioned who seemed to goad me on, was being shockingly supportive, and insisted that I meet with them and other friends.  But within 24 hours, and after having met them for the first (1st) time in real life, I knew for sure that the truth was, this person didn't have a kind word anywhere inside them, for me.  In fact, even though I am partially disabled, this person relentlessly condemned me with regards to my disability, through FB's chat/message system, until I finally asked why they would even want to be my friend, if they hated me so much. 

You may think I cancelled friendship with that person, but if you did, you would be wrong.  It takes an awful lot for me to cancel friendship with anyone, even on FB, because I persevere through trials, in an effort to honour my Lord.  Actually, since that day, this person has been much nicer towards me.  Praise God!

Even though it was a lot to experience, all within a couple of weeks and considering Strikes one (1) and two (2) are still continuing on, it's okay.  I know I'll make it through. 

I just need to keep in mind that God told us to not put our faith in any man (meaning humankind).  Not the unsaved, nor the saved.

To say my faith had been tested, is sincerely an understatement.  Truly, I felt so low in spirit, I even thought about changing my life, to the point where I might actually move away from this area.

However, at the same time, there are those in my life, who I know can be trusted.  These people, I would not want to discard, by moving away, from here.  For these people, I am truly grateful. 

Realizing this, and praying over those situations that were making me feel low in spirit, God provided for me.  He restored my spirit.  Thank You, Lord!

Although I still feel like I need to somehow change my life, I recognize that it will only happen in God's time.  Not mine.

Oh, I have some good news, too!

If you look to the column on the right, next to where the body of Life with Lynnie (LwL) is written, scroll down and you'll see a section entitled, My Blog List.

In the list, you'll see a blog entitled, Blog Time with Alvin.  Either click on the title on my blog list, or click on this LINK. 

Alvin is a (FB) friend of mine, who is a true blessing.  In my opinion, he's a solid Christian.  And, he has begun writing a blog.  As a new blogger, I pray that God will provide for him, in every aspect of his writing.

And, I pray that each of you will take the time to read Blog Time with Alvin, in addition to Life with Lynnie.  May God bless you, friends.


Until next time...

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WBC: Murdered?

Hopefully, you've read the last couple of days entries in Life with Lynnie (LwL), where I wrote about this month's Windsor Book Club meetings.

On both Monday and Friday evenings, the question came up at our table as to why Jews were hated so much.

Various ideas came up in discussion, more on Friday evening, than on Monday. 

When I commented that many people were taught by their churches that Jews murdered Jesus and that people were taught to hate Jews because of this, my comment wasn't really argued with, on Monday.  On Friday, one person at our table rejected the idea, insisting the hatred directed towards Jews was because of their business abilities and prosperity..

Here is a link to Wikipedia  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity_and_antisemitism, who posted in their Nazi antisemitism section:

On April 26, 1933 Hitler declared during a meeting with Roman Catholic Bishop Wilhelm Berning of Osnabrück:

“I have been attacked because of my handling of the Jewish question. The Catholic Church considered the Jews pestilent for fifteen hundred years, put them in ghettos, etc., because it recognized the Jews for what they were. In the epoch of liberalism the danger was no longer recognized. I am moving back toward the time in which a fifteen-hundred-year-long tradition was implemented. I do not set race over religion, but I recognize the representatives of this race as pestilent for the state and for the Church, and perhaps I am thereby doing Christianity a great service by pushing them out of schools and public functions.”

The transcript of this discussion contains no response by Bishop Berning. Martin Rhonheimer does not consider this unusual since, in his opinion, for a Catholic Bishop in 1933 there was nothing particularly objectionable "in this historically correct reminder".^[37]
The Nazis used Martin Luther's book, On the Jews and Their Lies (1543), to claim a moral righteousness for their ideology. Luther even went so far as to advocate the murder of those Jews who refused to convert to Christianity, writing that "we are at fault in not slaying them"^[38]


Read it for yourself.  Or, google the topic and you'll see that this was the truth.  Here are some links to check out:

*  http://nobeliefs.com/ChurchesWWII.htm

*  http://www.evilbible.com/hitler_was_christian.htm

Many people were taught that Jesus was murdered by Jews.  Christians who believed Jesus was their Saviour, were taught to hate Jews, by their priests, ministers and pastors, who were in many cases, the only people who could read the Bible.

The fact is, until the 20th century, most people were functionally illiterate.  Even those who could read, usually read at a very minor level.  But, the fact remains that most people could not read.

As for some churches, well they not only didn't have Bibles in their pews, but were often taught that the only people who should read the Bible, were priests/pastors/ministers.  Some church services were done in Latin, which most people couldn't understand.  It's not surprising that most people didn't understand the truth.

Comprehension is another issue.  It makes me wonder how many people who could read, even understood what they were reading.

Today, we who are literate recognize that killing someone isn't necessarily murder.  We who have been blessed being able to read and understand the Bible, know that although Jesus was physically killed, He wasn't murdered.

God the Father set into motion His plan of redemption, by sending His only begotten Son, to die on a wooden cross, for the sin of all who would believe on Him.  God the Son, Jesus came to earth, to fulfill God the Father's plan of redemption for us.

Jesus did this in obedience to the Father's plan.  He knew why He came to earth. 

He could have come down off the cross at any time.  However, had He done this, He would have thwarted our Father's plan.  We would be unsaved, for there would have been no fulfillment of His plan to redeem anyone.

If Jesus had not been obedient and become the sacrifice to end all sacrifices, we would be headed to hell.  Each and every one of us. 

I suppose I could go on and on about this subject, but it is enough to say, that due to ignorance and false teaching, hatred towards Jews was not just born, but flourished. 

Truly, we need to be thankful that Jesus voluntarily died for the sin of the world, for the sin of all who will believe.  I know, I am. 

How about you?  Are you glad Jesus died for you?  Are you trusting in Jesus? 

Today, is the day of salvation.  We are not guaranteed tomorrow.  We're not even guaranteed our next breath.  If you're not trusting in Him, please do so, immediately. 

A minute from now may be too late.  Once you've drawn your last breath, there's no changing eternity.  You'll either go to heaven... or to hell, with no chance of escape.  Where will you go?


Until next time...

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Windsor Book Club's Heartfelt Discussions...

When I left off in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned there was more to be said about our Windsor Book Club (WBC) meeting, held last Monday at the Green Bean Cafe, near the University of Windsor (U of W).  In addition, if you read yesterday's LwL entry, you'll know that I posted a link to the entry I wrote, regarding the book, Night.

Since we had a small group, we all sat around one table, discussing the book.  Everyone agreed, it was a wonderful book.  For any who have not read it, I believe you should.

Not only because the book's author, Elie Wiesel won a Nobel Peace Prize in 1986, but because in the book, he writes more than memoirs.  He writes about the atrocities of war.  WW2, in particular.  His life experience at the hand of those who would probably have preferred he be dead.

During and after our seemingly never-ending discussion of the book, we discussed atrocities of WW2, Hitler, Nazism and other topics, including concentration/work camps.

Although I have not visited Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration/Extermination Camps, now a museum where people are free to come and go at will, I have been to Dachau Concentration Camp.

About a dozen years ago, my now deceased husband, Gordon and I toured western Europe for close to six (6) weeks.  One of the places we visited was Dachau. 

Believe me when I say that I tell everyone, that if they do not believe in the depravity of man, they need to visit Dachau, or one of the similar camps that were not only exterminating Jews, but also anyone who was deemed to be a threat to Nazism.

In addition to discussing the book, the trauma the author experienced and the camps, we also discussed other issues relating to WW2. 

The subject of Anne Frank came up.  During our discussion about her and the museum in Amsterdam, I mentioned that I thoroughly enjoyed visiting the place where the Frank family and others hid themselves (now a museum). However, another place in nearby Haarlem was of importance, too; the ten Boom Museum. 

In my opinion, this was an even more heartwarming/gutwrenching experience visiting and seeing first-hand, where Corrie ten Boom and her family, not only hid Jews and other people wanted by the Nazi's, but also assisted in helping those at risk, find their way to new lives.

Our group leader S, asked if I had photos or video.  I replied I have both.  Before we went our separate ways at the end of the meeting, S asked me if I would mind attending the Friday meeting as well, asking if I would bring in pics for people to see.

This I agreed to do.  So, on Friday evening, I had an instant replay of Monday's meeting.  Oops... since there's much more to be said, I will have to continue this, tomorrow.


Until next time...

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Windsor Book Club!

This week, something else happened that was out of the norm, for me.  No, it has nothing to do with what I wrote about in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry!

If you've been reading LwL for a while, you'll be aware that I am a member of Windsor Book Club (WBC), on Facebook (FB).  WBC began on FB, when the adult son S, of a couple I worship with at my church, decided to create the club as a FB page.

Once every month, since the birth of WBC last year, we have met at various locations.  The dates of our meetings have changed from time to time, as have our meeting locations. 

Looking back, I can recall meeting S, along with a couple of other people, for the first meeting of this club.  It's amazing how much this group has grown.  We now have 161 members! 

No.  Everyone does not attend each meeting.  If this were to happen, we'd need a hall, not a coffee shop!

However, due to the large numbers of people not only becoming members on the FB page, but attending each monthly meeting, S decided to change things around this month.  There were two (2) meetings scheduled.  This way, members and people interested in joining the group, could either meet on a Monday evening, or a Friday evening.

On Monday, January 16th, I attended the Monday evening meeting.  We met at the Green Bean Cafe.  Here's a link:  http://www.greenbeancoffee.info/
As you can see, the cafe is housed on the lower level of a church, near the University of Windsor (U of W). 

In fact, this is the very same church my friends M & D worship at.  The one where I attended a rather modern version of a play, about the birth of my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, around Christmas time.

Being the first (1st) time our group had a choice of two (2) meetings, I believe that some people may have forgotten.  In any case, we had just more than a handful of people attend on last Monday's meeting. 

We all sat around one table, discussing the book we had read.  Actually, I previously wrote an entry regarding our book of the month; if you haven't read that particular entry you may want to do so. 

The book was entitled, Night.  Here is a  LINK to the entry I wrote about the book.

With our group being small in comparison to our last meeting, where the group was so large that we could hardly hear anyone seated a distance away, we had much to discuss.  And, did so, easily.

I must continue discussing this, tomorrow.  Please stay with me!


Until next time...

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Wrong Number?

It's Tuesday, January 17, 2012.  3:58 a.m.  No, it's not the time and date, when I am posting this.  This is the time and date, when I wrote this Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry.

Are you thinking I am up because I couldn't sleep?  After all, this does happen to me, sometimes.  If you thought this, you would be wrong.  This isn't the case, today.

This morning, I am up early for a different reason.

You see, I was dead to the world.  Off in never-never land.  Asleep.  At least, until my phone rang, at approximately 3:45 a.m.

My first thought was that there must be an emergency, with family or a friend.  After all, everyone in my family has been ill, with the exception of me!

That thought quickly faded.  After saying, 'hello', I expected to hear who the caller was.  I expected to be enlightened as to why they would call in the middle of the night.

Instead, a wall of silence was the response.

A wrong number?  If so, the person would have hung up.  Spoken up.  Maybe even apologized.

During the day, I seem to get calls like this.  Usually, they come with a long distance ringtone. Usually, I can tell someone is on the line.  Usually, after a time of silence, only hearing a distant breath, they hang up. 

Lately, it has been different.  Lately, it sounds like a pre-recorded goodbye eventually speaks, before the hang-up occurs.

But, this call at 3:45 a.m. was different.  Totally, different.

The caller wanted me to know for sure they were there.

In a barely audible voice, all I could hear was a muffled, garbled sound, followed by... you.  Mumble, mumble, mumble... you.  Repeatedly.  Over and over.

Most people would hang up, but not me.  After all, this was intended to be a threatening call.  No one does this type of thing, unless this is the case.  Of course, had I been wrong, it may have been one of my family members who were so sick they could barely breath or talk.  In any case, I didn't hang up.

Years ago, a friend of mine was stalked by someone.  Eventually, the man was caught and imprisoned.  Be sure about this, that if someone is attempting to do the same to me, they will regret it.  This is a promise, not a threat.

As I paused and spoke up, time after time, asking who it was on the line, no clear response could be heard, at least for the first minute or so.

Eventually, I commented that if they thought they would terrify me, by calling in a manner such as they had done, they had failed, for I wasn't terrified.  Silence, permeated the call.  Only the sound of breathing, was heard.

Then, I asked if they knew Jesus.  Explaining, that if they didn't, they need to come to know Him. 

After a few seconds of no reply, I commented that if they were going to call me in the middle of the night and disturb my sleep, the least they could do would be to answer my question.  Again, I asked if the caller knew Jesus.

That's when the voice spoke up in a louder tone.  Still barely audible, but loud enough for me to hear, saying, "Sorry, I have the wrong number".

My response was a mixture of frustration, shock and upset, knowing the caller was now trying to get himself off the hook, after calling my home for an obviously negative purpose.  "You got the wrong number?", I questioned, in a rather loud tone of voice.

His response was a resounding yes, even though he spoke in a quiet and controlled voice.  "Yes, I got the wrong number."

After a brief pause, I heard a click and the connection was severed.

*69 said the number could not be accessed by this method.  That's okay.  No problem.  If it happens again, I am sure the police will be able to track the caller.  They did in the past, with my friend.  With today's updated electronics, they'll be able to do so, probably even easier.

At first, I thought about just turning over and returning to sleep.  But, then after a second or two, I decided that I should get up and write about this, before I forgot what happened.

Okay, so I don't have the world's greatest memory.  I sometimes awaken recalling a dream, but later forget it.

While I am sure I won't forget this call, or the caller's voice, I wanted to make sure I recorded what was said.  Remember, for posterity.

Yes, for posterity.  I will be sure to tell my daughters about this call.  Upon discussing the daytime calls, one had a conversation about this type of thing.  It was her opinion that there was no one there, just an automatic calling spam system doing its thing.

Well, I'm sure she'll think again, when we discuss this call!  From a real, live male.

Before, I return to sleep, I would like to ask for prayer for this man.  He truly needs Jesus.  Thank you to all who pray.  May God bless you for praying.


Until next time...

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Sad, But True...

Sunday, January 15th began in a typical fashion, being my Lord's day.

As per my normal routine, I went to worship at church.  It is truly a blessing to me, to be able to do this.  Like usual, I enjoyed worshipping and honouring God.

After checking on the house, I made my way to visit my co-worker/friend at the rehab centre.  C was just finishing his lunch, when I arrived.

While the timing of my visit was good, it's never easy for C to have visitors.  You see, he still cannot walk, nor stand up by himself.  Although, I must say that on that day, he explained to me that earlier that day, nursing staff strapped him into a unit that allowed him to be able to stand up, without falling.

It obviously made him feel good to be able to stand up, even if it was with assistance.

Originally, he had been seated on the side of his hospital bed.  Growing weary, he wanted to lay back, giving some relief to him.  It's no wonder it wears him out, just doing small things.  Eventually, after much effort, he managed to get both legs up onto his bed.

With his arms on the bedrails, he tried and tried to lift himself up to be in a position where he could raise the head part of the bed, without feeling like he was not properly in position to feel comfy.

Why am I discussing this?  Well, I know I've asked in the past, but I am asking again for you to pray for this friend.  I thank you, for this.  May God bless you, for continued prayer.

Later, I visited Gordon's grave and on the way home, stopped at a funeral home.  An elderly man that I knew from my church's 50+ group died.  My deceased husband knew this gentleman even better than I did, for this fellow used to worship at the church where Gordon worshipped with his family, when he was young.

After picking up a few groceries, I made my way home.  Unloaded, unpacked and ready to relax, I decided to watch a couple of movies.

First, I watched a movie called Sweet Land.  This movie was rather unusual, due to the fact that the lead female role was of a woman who couldn't speak much English, as she was from Germany.  She arrived in USA to marry a man who had been looking for a wife.  This was just after WW1, so German people were not widely accepted. 

Just as the best part of the movie happened, the station had some airing problems.  Oh well, by the time it came back on, the movie was just ending.  lol  At least, I know how it ended!

Afterwards, I watched another movie entitled Griffin and Phoenix.  Although it was truly a love story, it was a rather sad one.  As I got hooked on the film, it came to light that both Griffin and Phoenix had been told, before they met, that they didn't have long to live.

While it was a good movie, it certainly was sad.  It didn't do anything to lift my spirits.  In fact, it made me feel rather sad.

But then, life is sad.  At least, I know it can be.

Yes, death is part of life.  But, those of us left behind, sometimes live lives that become sad, lonely and unfulfilled.

Just the way, I've been feeling, lately.

No one needs to tell me that God has a plan for my life.  I know this.  I trust Him.  And, I know that in His time, He will show me and guide me.

In the meanwhile, there are times when I feel like I'm floundering.  Not really sure where I'm headed.  Unknowning and uncertain of what God would have me do with my life.

I suppose the only important thing about all this, is that I trust Him.  He loves me, even if no one in the world does.

What could be better than that?


Until next time...

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Home... Once Again...

If you've been following along with recent entries of Life with Lynnie (LwL0, with the story of the progressive dinner I was attending, you'll know that it wasn't quite as progressive, as it was intended to be.

In fact, it turned out to be just dinner, rather than a progressive dinner.  Because, we didn't move from home to home, for each course of our meal. 

Even so, it appeared that everyone enjoyed themselves.  At least, that's how it appeared to me.  I know, I did, for sure!

After dessert, V invited everyone to her place, to see improvements she had made to her unit. 

V has created a lovely home, adorning it with paintings that she created, herself.  Wow!  What talent!

Afterwards, N & L insisted we mosey along to see their newly acquired unit.  What a beautiful home they created to move into.  Believe me when I say they did their unit to the nines!  Like a designer's dream. 

It seems they are almost moved in, now.  L insisted we need to get together, to spend more time getting to know each other.  And, for other reasons that I won't discuss here, now.  Like L, I'll look forward to this!

While there, we once again enjoyed wine and irresistable delicacies.  Mmmm... even though we were all very full from our meal, it seemed that we muched, sipped and chatted for quite a while.

As we were leaving, N insisted that before we head home, we see the view from her home.  So, we did so. 

Since we had all seen the view that I share with some of the other attendees, we all split up and went our own ways.  For me, just across the hall.  Home.

Alone.  Once, again.


Until next time...

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Dinner...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that even though I was originally happy about participating in a progressive dinner evening, for those who live on my floor in our apartment building, I had begun to wonder if I would be out-of-place being a single, and not part of a couple.

In any case, I prepared a cheese tray to contribute to the appetizers we were to enjoy at T and K's home.

Then, I dressed for the occasion, choosing to wear a pair of black slacks with a dressy-style black sweater with multi-coloured accents.  To help myself feel better about being alone, I made sure I wore the last gift I received from my now deceased husband, Gordon.  A pin, that I find I wear more often than not, when I feel alone.

Off I went, down the hall to T and K's.  T had their door open, awaiting all guests' arrival.

Upon entering their apartment, T let me know that K had begun feeling ill that afternoon and was not able to participate.  She was in bed, hoping to feel better, after some rest.  T let all who arrived know that B and S who were hosting the main course portion of our progressive dinner, suggested we go there, as they would host the appetizer portion, as well.

Off we went, to B and S's.

This is where I found that V's other half M, was in hospital and would not be joining us.  Knowing V mainly from the pool, I let her know I felt badly and would pray for M.

N, my neighbour across the hall, who is also a widow, joined us.  We had met a couple of times, but we had never before spent any amount of time, together.

T, whose wife K had become ill, joined us.  We found out that K wasn't the only person too ill to participate. 

Another couple, S & B, who were new to the floor, were both ill with respiratory problems, like K.  They were the couple who intended to host the dessert portion of our meal.

Once we knew this, S & B decided that since we were all there in their apartment already, we should just stay there and have dessert, too! 

Of course, the couple who have just moved into the unit next door to me, joined us for dinner.  While I had previously ran into N and introduced myself, at the elevators, I had yet to meet L. 

L and I hit it off, right away.  We talked and talked, sipping on our glasses of red wine. 

Yes, don't have heart failure.  As you know, I am not much of a drinker.  In fact, I really don't drink, except for the occasional celebration, like a fancy Christmas dinner or a wedding, or somewhere where a toast is given.  Other than that, I don't drink.  At all.  Ever.
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But, on this evening, rather than be the only person not enjoying a glass of wine, I decided to participate with the others.  Especially since they were all teasing me, about not needing to drive home.  So, I joined them.

All in all, there were eight (8) of us.  After chatting, enjoying our wine and appetizers, we all sat down together at the table that S had lovingly set for us.

Oops, there's so much to say, that I can't finish today, so please meet me, tomorrow.  However, I would appreciate prayer for all who are ill and need it!  Thank you.  May God bless you.


Until next time...

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Uncomfortable...

A few days ago, I received a phone call from one of my newer neighbours who live on the same floor as I do.  K is the wife of a fellow realtor of mine, T. 

Not this past year, but the year before, we sat beside each other at my real estate board's gala dinner (previously called our Christmas party!).  At the time, she let me know they would be moving into my building, although at the time, they weren't sure which unit they would occupy.  Little did any of us know, that they would become my neighbours on my floor!

In any case, being fairly new to our building, they thought it would be nice for those of us on our floor to get to know each other.  Personally, I thought this was a good idea, because even though I have lived here almost five and a half (5 1/2) years, I don't really know some of my neighbours.

T & K attempted to set up a progressive dinner for last December.

I say attempted, because it seemed that not everyone could participate, at that time, with everyone's focus on Christmas and their preparations.  Instead, it was decided that the progressive dinner would be held Jan 14th, 2012.

Since there are 12 (4 - 1 bedroom, 4 - 2 bedroom and 4 - 3 bedroom) units on our floor, we realized that not everyone would host a portion of the dinner.  Especially, if there was a large crowd, for not everyone could fit comfortably in the one (1) bedroom units.

As it turned out, some people would be away in Florida for the winter, while some others said couldn't participate.  But, some of us were happy to join in the fun!

The newer people, who had newly decorated their units decided they would like to host, along with some people who occupy three (3) bedroom units.  This way, we would progressively move through our meal, visiting in 1, 2 and 3 bedroom units.

When I first received my notice, I contacted K and T, letting them know I would contribut to dessert, for the group.  They were happy to hear from me.  After that, others volunteered to contribute either food for the dinner, or a location to host the segment in, or both.

During last week, I received a phone call from K, who let me know that I didn't need to contribute dessert for the dinner, because the couple who were hosting the location had decided to provide for that portion of the meal, as well.  At first, I was a bit disappointed, but after some thought, and while still on the phone with K, I decided I would contribute to appetizers, instead. 

K thought this was a good idea, especially since we were to begin with appetizers at her home!

By the time Saturday, January 14th arrived, I was feeling sick in my heart.  During Friday evening and all throughout Saturday morning, I had felt rather uneasy.

My thoughts had been about how almost everyone involved in the progressive dinner, would be couples.  Not only was I feeling sad about not having a spouse to participate with me, but I was feeling like I might be a fifth (5th) wheel, once again.

I telephoned K.  As I brought up this subject, she began to chuckle, letting me know that she heard the same thing from her mom, after her dad died.  I assured her that it is a normal feeling to have, especially for those who are grieving. 

After all, even though I have church family who are my friends, there is only one (1) couple who have had me visit with them, as a couple, since being widowed.  None of the rest of my friend couples, have included me in gatherings.

K assured me I wouldn't feel out of place, and let me know that another widow would be participating.  N, who lives across the hall from me, in the unit my widow friend K used to occupy.

Before hanging up, we discussed the appropriate dress for the occasion.  While not formal, it would be a comfy-dressy occasion.

Since I have more to say, I'll tell you, tomorrow.


Until next time...

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Coffee Time & Reading...

If you've not yet read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would suggest you do so.  It would be much simpler than for me to try and recap in a nutshell about what I wrote about.  Thank you.

When I left off, one of my coffee group friends had brought up the issue of our mutual friend who had shunned not only me, but indeed every single person who met that evening.  Here, I had thought it was just me, because they thought I had sworn in my book, Love Never Fails You... by using the word hell in two (2) places.

During my friend's and my discussion, I even asked if they never had anyone preach on hell, at their church.  My friend was upset with me, even for bringing this up.  It was not surprising to me, that I thought this was the reason I was being shunned, since I had had not received forgiveness from them, even after apologizing for upsetting them.

In any case, one person in our coffee group asked if I had a copy of my book, with me.  I replied that I had one in my van.  It had been suggested I bring my copy into the coffee shop and read a little to the group.  I did this.  Wow, I thought!  This is a first (1st)!  Never before had I been asked to read part of my book, to anyone!

First, I read the chapter about my husband's funeral.  One woman in our group, had tears running down her face, as I read.  Even so, I was asked to read more.  Then, someone suggested I read one place where I wrote about hell.  So, I did!

The chapter I read was about Gordon and my honeymoon.

As I read, there were moans, groans and chuckling as I related how ill I was on our honeymoon and how loving and supportive Gordon was of me.  These emotions carried on, as I read about some of the dilemmas we faced, even on this trip that was one we would always remember.

Then, I reached the part about how on our honeymoon cruise, we visited Grand Cayman Island.  And, how we took a day trip local tour to a place on the island, called Hell.  Google it for yourself, or click on this link to read more about Hell, Grand Cayman Island:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell,_Grand_Cayman

The village of Hell, sort of resembled how one might think hell would look like.  They even had a post office there, where you could send mail with the postal cancellation stamp from hell.

As I read what I had written about this, my coffee group friends began to chuckle.  When I read the part where I mentioned that I wondered if Gordon and I could say we had been to hell and back, they roared aloud!

At first, I thought it was because of what I had written and read to them.  In essence, it was; but, there was more.

There was a few who commented about how sorry they were that our missing mutual friend didn't get the joke.  I must say, I felt some relief, thinking that the majority of people who read this for themselves might do the same thing.  Have a chuckle, I mean.

Please realize that none of this conversation was done in a manner that would be considered gossip, nor was it demeaning in any way.  In fact, the whole purpose of discussing our mutual friend and how we were all shunned, was more of information, and support for me, who thought I had been the only person treated this way. 

Even though I had not been the person to bring up the subject, I was glad one of my friends had.  It reassured me that I had done nothing wrong, in the hurtful and hateful discussion that had taken place with our mutual friend.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I would not have sworn in my book.  Not intentionally, for sure!  However, I was glad to see that other people saw my real intention, when they heard what I had written.  Thank You, Lord!  I truly needed that support at that time.

After I finished reading the chapter that referred to hell, and after our discussion about it, we went on to enjoy the rest of our time, together.

Still, I must say that we all felt it was a tragic circumstance that one person who had been our friend, had shunned each of us, for no apparent reason.  Truly, I find this sad.  Especially, for someone who is Christian.  No, I won't say more.  But, just think about it, for a while.  I'm sure God will reveal why, to you...

We prayed for our friend... as well as for others who needed prayer.  If you would like to pray, feel free to do so.  Any/all prayer is always appreciated!

Believe it or not, it was after midnight, when I arrived home!  The latest I had ever stayed out with this group.  This was definitely a first (1st) for me!


Until next time...

More About Coffee Time...

When I left off writing in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned that I had met with single friends at Tim Hortons coffee shop for our coffee time gathering, on the Friday, January 6th. 

Not everyone who used to attend, was there.  Still, we still had quite a group.  It was wonderful getting together!

One special friend was missing, though. 

The friend I thought had shunned me, due to a difference of Biblical opinion.  In fact, as I found out during the course of the evening; apparently, this person has done the same to everyone else in our group and not just me.

Why this happened, is beyond me.  I don't know what my friend is going through, but I have been praying for them.

While I hadn't planned to ever discuss the issue I thought had been the problem between my friend and I, it is now something I don't mind discussing, because not only is it not the reason my friend no longer has contact with me, but also, it is important to what I will be writing about, in this entry.

One person in our group had discussed with me my situation with regards to our mutual friend, before we met with the other group members/attendees.  I thought the issue was closed.

Not so.

At the coffee time meeting, she brought up the issue.  This began everyone not only commenting about their situations with our mutual friend, but also about what happened between our friend and I.  That's how I realized that the problem I encountered with my friend had not been as I originally thought it was.  I was not alone, in being shunned.

During our round table discussions (maybe I should have said rectangular table discussions!  lol), I had been asked to relate what I thought the problem had originally been between us.  As I have mentioned previously, I thought it was a Biblical issue.  Why?

Well, because my friend had accused me of swearing, in the book I wrote, Love Never Fails You...

When I had been accused of this, I was absolutely blown away.  In response, I had said I had indeed NOT sworn.  But, my friend insisted I had, because this person had been raised to never, ever, in any circumstance ever use/say/write the word hell.

My friend quoted the page numbers to me, quite upset I had done this.  In fact, my friend told me that because of this, they took a pen and scratched out the word where it had been used, continuing on to tell me that they could not loan out the book for anyone to read, nor would they recommend anyone read it.

Why?  Because as I said, my friend had been raised to believe that any use of that word, was swearing.

During our conversation, I admitted that I had indeed used the word in a couple of places, in my book.  But, in both places, the context I had used the word in, was in reference to the place called hell; not in the context of swearing.

My friend had disagreed.  In the end, all I can say is that I apologized to my friend for upsetting them, because it had not been my intention to do so.  Even so, there had been no forgiveness for me, in any way, shape or form.

This truly made me wonder where the love of Christ was, in our relationship.  Even at the time, it made me sad thinking about this.  However, that is not to be discussed here, and now.

In reflection, I will say that this topic was brought up by one of our mutual friends, who was aware of my unusual discussion with our friend.  Yes, there is still more to say, but it will once again have to wait, until tomorrow.


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Coffee Group Meeting...

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that on Friday, January 6th, I met with friends at Tim Horton's coffee shop not only for the first time in 2012, but also for the first time with the new coffee group, since our old group formally ended!

To be honest, I expected to just have a ho-hum-type evening, knowing that some of the people who used to meet with our group previously, wouldn't be there.

You see, not only did our previous group formally end, but a new group began on the same evening, each month.  The organizers and hosts of this new group I have never met, so I hadn't even considered attending one of their group functions.  Who knows, maybe at some time in the future, it will happen.

Meanwhile, knowing our group is minimal in size now, I kind of expected to just have a cup of coffee, tea or whatever, visit for a while and then, leave.

Well, the evening didn't quite progress that way!

There were nine (9) of us who met that evening.  Five (5) arrived approximately the same time; about 7:30 p.m.  Then, another person arrived.  And, a short time later, another person arrived.

We realized we needed to move to another area, where there was more room, so off we went.  It was a good thing we did, because we had another two (2) people join us, later!

We laughed, joked, and carried on like I had never seen, before!  Of course, in the past, we've had many good times together, filled with fun and laughter, but not like this!  :-))

Several times, it was mentioned that one of our friends from our previous group, had cut off communication with people.  Yes, this is the person that I mentioned in a LwL entry before New Year's, being one (1) of two (2) people who I was shunned by, last year.

It was shocking, to say the least, to find out that I wasn't being shunned due to a difference of opinion about Biblical issues, after all.

Every single person in attendance, discussed the fact that they had tried to have contact with that same friend, but was not only unable to reach them, but they had not heard back from them.  Yes, everyone was aware that our mutual friend has call display, as well as an answering system.

Well, while it is sad to hear such things, it was actually a relief to me, to hear this.  Because I truly thought my friend had elected to shun me, because we had a difference of opinion over an issue of relative non-importance.  At least, to me.

Yes, there's more to be said, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.


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Coffee Time!

This last week has been a busy time for me, even though business isn't the best, at this time.

Even so, I'm sure you don't really want or need to hear about how I shopped til I dropped, worked at my real estate business, and/or how I began tackling jobs around my home that I had been putting off.

On Friday, I spent the evening at Tim Horton's coffee shop, with some of my friends from our previous Christian Singles' Cafe (CSC)group.  This was truly a blessing to me, because since our group was formally cancelled by my friend who used to head it up, I thought it was no longer in existence.

Well, I need to clarify this.  If I remember correctly, it was September when I received an e-mail that the group was formally disbanded.  Since this was what I had been told, I thought there was no meeting for October.  As a result, I did not go to Timmy's.

After the meeting date of the first Friday of the month, in October, I heard from a friend that the group had indeed met.  Hmmm... this was confusing only for a short time, until I found out that not everyone realized the group had formally been done away with.

My plan was to attend on the first Friday of November.

Why this happened, I do not know, but I was really shocked to realize that on the first Friday of November, I sat at home, bored to tears.  On Facebook (FB), I even commented about being at home and bored on that evening, with no one to be with, nothing to do and no where to go.

Ha ha ha!  That's how I felt until about 10:30 p.m. that evening.  That's when I realized it had been coffee time with my friends and I had virtually missed it.  After all, by the time I got ready and went to meet up with them, they would have been breaking up and heading home!

Boy, was I upset with myself! 

At first I thought that I would make sure I would attend in December.  Then, I realized there was no way I could attend December's meeting at Timmy's, because that was the evening of my real estate board gala.  Knowing I didn't want to miss the gala, being a once a year celebration, I let my friends know I would not be joining them for coffee, that first Friday in December.

That meant that this past Friday, January 6th, 2012 was not only the first coffee group meeting for 2012, but was my first meeting since the CSC meetings ended! 

It also meant that it was my first meeting with our new group.  Since I'm not even aware of our group's new name, I suppose I'll just refer to it as my coffee group!

Even though I cannot tell you more about my coffee group meeting, at this time, I will promise to tell you more, tomorrow.


Until next time...

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Did You Miss Christmas?

Yes, I know.  Christmas was last month's celebration. 

And, will be again, this coming December.  Unless, of course, if you celebrate Christmas January 6th of each year, as many orthodox Christians do.  As my grandfather did, when he was living in the old country.

Not everyone agrees, even Christians, upon celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ's birthday, on December 25th, each year.

After all, no one really knows for sure exactly when Jesus was born.  The absolute date Jesus was born, is elusive.  Unlike yours and mine, that were registered after our births.

In my mind, whether or not Jesus was born on December 25th or not, is of no consequence.  I'm just grateful He was born!

Where would we be if Jesus had not been born?

Well, those of us who are saved, knows that if Jesus hadn't come to earth, to eventually become the sacrifice to end all sacrifices, we'd be in terrible trouble.  In fact, we'd all be headed for hell, for without Him coming to fulfill God the Father's plan of redemption for us, we would have no way of being saved. 

No one is sinless enough to be saved on their own accord.

Of course, there are some people who will miss the most important thing in life, the real meaning of Christmas.  You can hear Dr. Michael Youssef speak about this, if you click on this link:  http://www.leadingtheway.org/site/PageServer?pagename=listen_default  

For those who are not familiar with Dr. Michael Yousseff, he was born in the Middle East.  He is also a pastor I enjoy listening to, usually on his radio programme, Leading the Way.

Another pastor I enjoy listening to, usually on radio, is Dr. Woodrow Kroll of Back to the Bible.  Here is a link to his message, Herod and the Wise Men:  http://www.oneplace.com/ministries/back-to-the-bible/player/herod-and-the-wise-men-245802.html

Hopefully, you enjoyed listening to these wonderful pastors, who really know how to get the point across of what Christmas is truly all about.

In addition, it is my prayer that if you weren't trusting in Jesus for your salvation, that you are, now.  After all, there is no other name under heaven, by which a man can be saved (Acts 4:12).

If you're saved, and we haven't yet met in person by the time we leave this earth, I'll look forward to meeting you, in heaven. 


Until next time...

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Night...

If you've been a reader of Life with Lynnie (LwL) for a while, you'll know that I am a member of a book reading club, here in Windsor.

One of the reasons I decided to join this group of fellow readers, is because not only do I feel I need the fellowship, I find that I really cannot stand much of what is airing on television (TV), these days.  In fact, when I have the TV on, it is quite often just in the background, because I am doing other things.  Like writing blog entries.  lol

Seriously, more and more, I find I just cannot stand the comedy shows and indeed most of what people are watching today.  Between foul language, sexual stuff and of course, all the spiritual stuff that relates better to the occult than Christianity, I find myself cringing, when I decide I want to watch TV.

That is one reason why I enjoy the Create Channel, so much.  Thank you, PBS (Public Broadcasting Service), especially from USA!  At least on that channel, I receive good, clean, interesting programming!

Sorry, for sort of airing my opinion, but it had to be said. 

What I just wrote about is one reason why I've been reading more, than in the past.  Of course, it helps that I haven't had any recent complications with my eye, either!  Praise God!  Thank You, Jesus!

Back to my reading group. 

Some of the books we've read and discussed together in our group, have been what I would call a good read.  Others, have not really been my cup of tea.

Even so, I am truly glad for the fellowship, as I said.  Another thing I am thankful for, is being introduced to some books that I have never heard of, or wouldn't necessarily have selected as reading material.

One such book written by Elie Wiesel, is entitled Night.

When first hearing the title of the book, I recall making a remark in a joking way, asking if the author's next book would be called Day!  Silly me!  Little did I know, but he had indeed written another book, with that title!

In fact, after reading the book, I felt badly that I had made a joke about this, at all.

Night, was one of the best books, I've read throughout 2011.  In fact, I made a remark to our group leader, that I felt the book should be compulsory reading by all high school students.  He replied that the book is one that some school systems have on their list of required reading.

I was happy to hear this.

In this age of groups wanting to erase history, regarding WW2 and how Hitler and his crew tried their best to wipe out the Jewish community of Europe, it was heartwarming, yet heartbreaking to read this book.  Okay.  I realize my remark sounded more like an oxymoron than anything else, but it is true.

It broke my heart, yet did my heart good to read someone's life story about their time in a concentration camp.  Especially knowing, they survived.

It did my heart good to know that there are those still living who want to preserve history and not change it; rewriting it, the way some of the religious groups around, want to.

Read it, for yourself.  I'm sure you'll see what I mean.  You may feel varied emotions, while doing so.  Like I did.  But, in the end, I'm sure you'll be blessed.


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New Year's Day Family Dinner, continued...

Before beginning today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to apologize for keeping you waiting so long.  Thank you for bearing with me!

As you know, after standing too long, walking too far, bending too much, lifting too much, I was in terrible pain.  Pain that actually made me take pain medication.  This is something I rarely do, because I have had so-o much physical pain in my lifetime, that I have learned to deal with it. 

However, when I cramp up like that, I know I need to take something.  Even if it is just to address the inflammation issue.

Once my family arrived, and after praying a blessing for our time together, all God's blessings to us and of course for the food, we began with veggies and dip. 

Then, the main part of the meal was placed onto the serving table, so that it would be served, buffet-style.  As my family members filled their plates, I telephoned my friend K, who lives in my building. 

We had prearranged that I would call K, once the food was ready and being served.  She came down, filled a plate and returned to her apartment, because she didn't want to barge into my family celebration; those were her words, not mine. 

Well, I know she wouldn't have been barging in, but it was K's decision,  So, before she left, I introduced her to my family members who had not yet met my friend.

Joining the crowd, I looked around.  My heart was filled with joy.  Happiness.  Gratitude.  Thank you, Lord!  Thank You, Father, for blessing me beyond how I ever thought I could be blessed!

Even though not everyone was with us, I was grateful that at least half of my grandchildren were with me and my daughters!  Together, we enjoyed the feast I had prepared, along with great conversation and some laughs.

Before my company left, everyone chipped in and helped clean up.  It certainly was a lot less work cleaning up, for me!  Thank you, my loved ones!  I appreciated all your help.

Unfortunately, I forgot to take a photo of our family group!  Oh well, I'm praying that for me, this will just be the beginning of many, many family occasions, blessed by God. 

Hopefully, God blessed you with family time and a great meal celebration at the beginning of 2012! 

May God bless you, and your loved ones!


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New Year's Day Family Dinner!

When I left off writing in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I mentioned that I finally felt like I had everything under control.

I also mentioned that I wondered where my family was!

When it got close to 4:30 p.m., I knew for sure they were late.  All of them!

Then, my phone rang.  I thanked God I hadn't yet left the apartment, for if I had, I wouldn't have received the call from my eldest daughter B.  She explained that both she and her sister and their families were running late.

Phew!  Relief!  Thank You, Lord!  For, before the call, I had begun to wonder if anyone remembered that we had plans to celebrate the new year, having dinner, together.

By the time I packaged up the food, placed it on serving carts and arrived in the party room, I was exhausted, to say the least. 

And, in pain.  Between neck, shoulder, back and knee pain, plus cramping in my legs and feet, I really suffered, big time!  No one had to tell me I had done too much, physically.

Being glad I had previously turned on the oven, I placed all the food trays and containers in their to keep warm.  Plugged in on the serving table was the mini crock pots, filled with gravy.

Setting the table wasn't as difficult as I previously thought it would be, because B let me know that not all my grandchildren were going to be in attendance.  Disappointing as this was, it made my work somewhat easier.

Since only half my grandchildren were going to be with us, I realized I didn't need to set up tables and chairs in the party area of the dual-sided party room.  Instead, I elected to use the extra-large table in the kitchen area, for our family gathering.

Even so, I made sure there was a setting and chair for each person to attend. 

Then, I sat down.  Well, actually, I didn't sit long, because even to sit was painful, for my legs and feet cramped even more.  Up, down, up, down.  I just prayed and did what I could to alleviate my pain.

Eventually, both my children arrived, along with their family members who were joining us.

Once again, there is more to be said, but it will have to wait, until tomorrow.  Please hang in with me!


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New Year's Dinner: A Labour of Love!

Before I begin today's entry, I would like to say that had my dad still been alive, today would have been his birthday.  Happy Birthday, dad!

If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I was having both my daughters and their families for dinner, on New Year's Day.

You'll also know it had been many years since this had happened in the past!  Even so, I was grateful.  Thank You, Lord!  Just the thought about having everyone together made my heart feel like it wanted to burst.

In addition, you'll be aware that I was later than originally planned, in gaining entrance into the party room, where we were to enjoy dinner, together.

Now, on the surface, this doesn't sound bad.  But, once you realize just how much work I actually still had to do, before heading down to the party room, you'll understand better, just how serious this was.

Back in my apartment, I sliced the roast beef that I had cooked through the night in my slow cooker, while I slept.  It needed to be rewrapped, and prepared to be reheated, before serving.  As did the turkey and ham I had cooked the day before!

Potatoes had previously been peeled.  So, I emptied the water, rinsed them, refilled the pot with water and salted lightly, before placing them on the stove to cook.  Scalloped potatoes went into the oven to cook. 

Okay, I cheated!  I didn't use fresh veggies, but rather, cooked some from frozen.

Both my mini slow cookers were filled with gravies of beef and turkey and plugged in, to ensure the gravy would be ready for serving.  I had pre-made the dip for veggies, but still needed to wash the veggies, cut them and place them ready for serving.

As like some of the other food we planned to feast on, I had previously baked some dessert.  I took cupcakes from my freezer, iced them and arranged them, along with fruit cake, to be served after our meal. 

I thought about the amount and variety of foods and felt no one would go hungry!

Normally, I would take my time doing all these preparations!  The trouble was, I was running out of time, and just could not take the time to rest, even for a moment!

Not only did I feel frustrated not having a second to spare, but it didn't take me long to realize that I had physically overdone things.  I was in pain.  Terrible pain!

Normally, I don't take pain medications, but I still had some from when I experienced my jaw pain.  The cramping in my legs and feet, along with the accompanying pain, made it so I could hardly walk. 

If you're wondering if I took some pain meds, you need not wonder any longer.  I did.

Just before 4:00 p.m., I felt like I had everything under control.  Except for one thing.  Where was my family?

As you can guess, there's more to be said, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.  Thank you for your patience! 


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Great!!!

As I mentioned in yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, after watching on television, the ball drop in Times' Square, New York City, I placed a roast with seasonings, etc., into my slow cooker and went to bed.

When I awoke early in the morning, the roast smelled great!  Because it was done, I removed it from the slow cooker, wrapping it in foil to keep it until, later.  By the time I left to go worship, the gravy was wonderfully made, too!

While Sunday morning was the first Sonday of the month, we did not celebrate communion at church.  This coming Sonday, I am sure we will.  Even so, it was nice to worship my Lord!

After church, I went to the rehab centre where my co-worker/friend C is still a patient at.  We had a nice, but short visit.  Just long enough to wish him and some of his cronies a very Happy New Year!

Believe it or not, I made my way to the cemetary, where I visited Gordon's grave.

You might be wondering why I would say believe it or not.  Well, if you were aware I was having company for dinner about 4:00 p.m. to celebrate the new year, you'd probably laugh at me making all those side trips!

On my way home, I realized that even though I don't drink milk and don't regularly have it in my fridge, I needed it, this day.  After all, my granddaughter drinks it, and some of my other grandchildren might want some, even if I did make sure I had soda pop on hand for them and their parents.

Yup!  For the first time in many, many, many, years, I was having both my daughters (at the same time!) and their families, as guests for dinner!

After making all those stops, I finally arrived home at my apartment building.  Unloading the van, I took all the items up to the party room.

Be still my heart!  It was supposed to be open and unlocked for me!  But, it wasn't.  Unlocked, I mean.

My first thought was GREAT!!!  Now, what was I to do?  My second thought was there is no way I can seat all my family members in my apartment!

Quickly, I realized that a board member lives nearby.  Off I went, knocking on their door.  I was told they would go to the office, get the key and unlock the room for me.

Yes, the room had been used the evening before for a New Year's Eve party, but I had booked the use of the room for the Sunday afternoon, so I could have all my family join me for dinner.  Whoever finished cleaning up after the party, must have locked it, without thinking.

Okay; off I went to go park my van in my normal parking space.  Then, I went upstairs, hung up my coat and carried some items down to the party room. 

Thank You, Lord!  The door was unlocked and the items I had left outside the door, were placed inside, for me!  GREAT!!!

Once I unloaded all the items I carried into the room, I placed those that needed to be refrigerated, into the fridge.  Then, back upstairs I went!

Wait until you hear what I needed to do!  Please hang in there; see you, tomorrow.


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