Local Food for a Global Impact

Save the Date: An Opportunity Summer Reception – Local Food for a Global Impact

TUESDAY, JUNE 12

Virtue Feed & Grain, 106 South Union, Alexandria, VA 22314

Chapter: YAO-DC

As many of you know, I have the privilege of serving on the DC Chapter for Young Ambassadors for Opportunity (YAO), which is an amazing team of young professionals and entrepreneurs around the globe who team up with Opportunity, International to advance micro-finance loans and on-the-ground banking solutions in developing communities worldwide.

On Tuesday, June 12, we’ll be learning about the challenges specifically facing small-scale subsistence farmers in Africa and how you can be a part of the solution.  Join us at Virtue Feed & Grain, which features local and sustainable products that create a global impact.

Interesting Fact: Every three out of four malnourished children in Africa are the sons and daughters of farmers, the people who grow the region’s food. Most African farming families fall into the category of subsistence farmers.

Opportunity International is reaching remote villages to empower subsistence farmers to yield a more bountiful harvest for their communities.

See attached for more details on the event:

DC Hunger Event sponsor_04-12-12

Ticket prices are $75 per ticket, with a $25 donation included.

A discounted contribution of $65 is requested from YAO Members.

Please contact me with any additional questions or in regards to sponsorship of a table.

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Springing Forward…Laughing

We sprang forward today. 

Ahh, lovely Daylight Savings Time…yes, when you lose an hour of sleep, but the evenings become suddenly lighter for longer.  It always makes you feel like you are springing forward faster into warmth and away from winter…into light and laughter…into cheerful colors, and fresh flavors, and mellow melodies.

And, in the quietness and stillness of yesterday and today, I somehow found myself laughing.  A lot.

I laughed over Spanish Red Wine with two of my girlfriends last night when discussing recent witty remarks made by a friend, and the intense Organizing job I had for a client yesterday.

I laughed at midnight when I should have gone to bed early, and was trying to clean out my G-mail Inbox and discovered old, miscellaneous G-chats shared with friends over silly things in our college years, during my year in Kenya, and much more.

I laughed at Brunch this morning when one of the girls in my 9th grade discipleship group shared in the realm of talking about our Fears that she is afraid of the man-eating Catfish that lives in the Amazon.  (Not, of course, laughing at her fear, but laughing at the uniqueness of it.)  Google it – you will be scared, too.

I laughed when Lisa O. and I skyped from Kenya to MD, and some of my dorm girls’ – now Juniors – appear in the Skype screen and screams and shouts ensued of, “Hiiiii, Miss Emily!!!!”

I laughed when Britt, my roommate, and I walked up to the local Starbucks today and on the way back, she says, Chocolate Whipped Cream Frapacchino in hand, “You know, you burn a good amount of calories when you walk.”

I laughed when Britt and I were enjoying our Starbucks drinks on the front lawn, and spontaneously made a ridiculous Video for Brett, my brother, who is currently studying abroad and whose presence is very much missed.

I’m laughing.  You know the saying, “Either cry, or laugh.”  Or, from Proverbs 31, “She laughs at the days to come”?  Well, that’s what I’m doing this spring, I suppose.  Whether it’s laughing AT myself or with another person, or about something, I want to live this year laughing.  Laughing at what was, what is, and what will be.  It’s too short to NOT laugh.

What keeps us from laughing?  And, why did God create Laughter in the first place?  Is laughter a bi-product of joy, or does it specifically propel joy forward?

I think we so often focus on trying to muster up JOY, (in a very spiritual sense,)  especially when facing trials that tug our Joy away from our minds, hearts, spirits.  Or, we intensely strive to make sure we find Joy “in God alone,” that we forget that our God is also the Creator.  The Creator of family, friends, good food, a blue sky, a hot cup of coffee, wit, chocolate, a spontaneous surprise or blessing.

JOY is the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something satisfying or keenly fulfilling.  And, laughter is the good medicine we take into our souls to stir the emotion of joy.

Fear blocks laughter from having its full effect on our souls, I think.  And, I’m learning – through new challenges and unknowns and worries and responsibilities – that it’s much better to use my energy to create laughter and joy, than it is for me to drain myself by weighing my mind down with fears and anxieties that I can neither control, nor solve.

And, so, I’m springing forward…laughing.  Are you?

 

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A New Chapter…and Compassion.

I am excited to share that I am about to embark on a new chapter in my career and life!

For the past year and a half, I’ve had the privilege of working at Family Research Council as a Development Writer and Assistant.  What a wonderful season this has been, personally and professionally!  I am so thankful for the incredible experiences I’ve had at FRC, the skills I’ve gained, the tremendous support I’ve received, and the deep friendships I’ve established.

Starting next week, I will be transitioning to a new position at Meridian International Center.  While it is bittersweet to leave my FRC colleagues, I am thrilled for this new opportunity, and am looking forward to once again taking on a professional role with an international focus.  MIC celebrates and advances diplomacy between countries worldwide.  They accomplish this mission through cultural initiatives, leadership exchange, the arts, and much more.  I will be serving as Meridian’s Memberships Manager, and couldn’t be more excited to play my small part in building bridges between nations and cultures.  In particular, I am greatly anticipating future opportunities to partner with East African countries, where a part of my heart still lies!

Every new chapter in our professional and personal lives brings a sense of contemplation and reflection of the person we’ve become, the person we are, and the person we hope to be.  And, in large part, this is tied to our developing character and consequently, our relationships with others.  I am freshly aware this new year of one such character quality and virtue that I want to more steadfastly implement into my daily life: compassion.

It’s the Golden Rule, right?  “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”  Easier said than done!

Compassion is the art and application of sympathy.  It is a reflection of “paskhein,” the Greek verb for “to suffer.”  Our ability to enter into another’s sorrow, grief, challenge, trial, need, etc.  I think compassion is often associated with ‘sad’ things…like, a death of a loved one, being physically ill, crying with someone, or acknowledging a disappointment or broken hope with another by just being there to listen to their hurt.

But, can’t Compassion also function as a virtue of entering into another’s joy?  Making one’s own happiness YOUR own?  I think so.

Break the word down.  “Com” = with.  “Passion” = a powerful, compelling emotion or desire.

Others’ emotions, ideas and desires aren’t always as compelling to us as they are to the other.  That’s why we tend to pick friends who are passionate about similar things.  That’s why it takes conscious efforts and tuned-in ears to listen to others talk about things that may register in our brains but not exactly in our hearts.

But, what if, in 2012, we were to zoom out on our own interests…our own deadlines…our own personal and professional demands, to see the bigger picture?  To have compassion every day.  No, I’m not just talking about giving $25 dollars to the orphan living in a third-world country.  I’m talking about helping meet others’ needs and making them a success in the little things.

I think that I easily associate Compassion with a certain ‘feeling’ that has to be there in order to serve others and sympathize with them.  But, I’m beginning to understand that Compassion is really an objective decision to take action, to give an ear, to bless another, to build another up with meaningful, specific, thoughtful words, and ultimately, to love.  Feelings will ensue, I’m sure of it.  Meaning, the feeling of truly embracing what is happening around and outside of us in such a way that hits home in our own hearts, not just the other person’s heart.

But, Compassion doesn’t – and shouldn’t – require us to “feel” like helping someone before we DO help them.  And, perhaps that’s where it’s best to end this blog post with the words of Margaret Thatcher from the movie, “The Iron Lady.”  She said:

“Be careful.  Your thoughts become your words, your words become your actions, your actions become your habits, your habits become your character, and your character becomes your destiny.”

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Stories on the Shelf

January is wrapping up and with it, unusually warm weather.  I’m guessing February will surprise us with a intense gust of sleet, ice and snow, but we’ll see…

As much as I usually just want to curl up in a cozy chair and drink tea and read books in winter, I haven’t so much this first month of 2012.  Case in point – yesterday, I took my road bike out for a 15 mile ride and only had a light jacket on.  And, this Wednesday’s forecast? 65 degrees!

Maybe I brought the warm weather home with me from Arizona.  Right after the New Year, I headed out to Phoenix for a week of “Auntie” time.  What a great trip!  Sunshine, snuggling with Kate and Grant, swimming OUTSIDE in the community pool, some shopping (well…a LOT), a surprise 40th birthday party for my friend Ashley, and of course, sister-time with Nora.  It was incredible to see how much my niece and nephew have grown up…or I should say, outgrown their ‘baby faces.’

Kate is high-strung, intensely loving and intensely emotional, social, inquisitive and energetic.  She always has a question, and she never sits still.  She needs people.  When she’s up, she’s up; when she’s down, she’s down.  And, she’s DRAMATIC.  Sounds like someone else you know, right? J  I love my niece.  She is such a compassionate child…she sees needs, and concerns and others’ “boo-boo’s,” and immediately seeks to comfort that person.

Grant is curious, easy-going, competitive, a charmer, active, athletic, and sweet.  I can tell that he will have a strong personality as he grows.  Not necessarily “strong” in the sense that he is stubborn, but “strong” because he exudes a natural confidence and toughness.  Even though Kate is older, Grant has no issues taking charge and stepping in.  Grant is in the stage where he doesn’t necessarily recognize people quickly, so the first day, I was a stranger…but, he warmed up to me soon enough.

So, it’s sweet to see Kate and Grant as “siblings” already.  They are each other’s daily playmates, and yet most certainly their own unique persons.  Here they are above reading their new favorite book that I bought Kate for Christmas.  I think it I read it to me at least twice a day for the entire week I was there!

My week in Phoenix was certainly a great story already the shelf for 2012.  I love my brother-in-law Travis, sister Nora, and Kate and Grant, and only wish they lived closer.

Along with this story is three other stories, in a manner of speaking: I read three books this month.  Not very impressive, I know, but I decided to make my literary resolution feasible this year, instead of far-fetched.

First up, At the Still Point: A Literary Guide to Prayer in Ordinary Time (ongoing read…)

Author Sarah Author’s eclectic mix of stories, poems, excerpts and scriptures for a complete 29-week reading plan that follows “Lectio Divina” (Divine Reading), which is basically an ancient method of micro-meditation on Scriptures and spiritual literature.  As someone who loves words and linguistics and thematic passages, this book has been a fantastic platform for my daily devotional.  Each week contains 4 specific scripture passages to focus on each week.

Second, The Meaning of Marriage by Tim Keller, bestselling author and pastor of “Redeemer” church in the heart of NYC.

Tim and his wife Kathy have fleshed out their popular sermon series given at Redeemer for the purpose of addressing both religious and secular schools of thought in regards to the marriage relationship.  At the macro-level, the Kellers offer scriptural basis for various aspects of Marriage within the larger framework of a Christian’s biblical calling; but, in a similar vein, the husband-wife duo present fresh inspiration and questions based on personal experience and practical examples.  I haven’t read very many books on Marriage, but in addressing the larger conversation on Christian relationships and the equivalent value of “singleness,” I applaud the Kellers for assembling such a well-rounded book.

After reading this, I have come away with a stronger conviction for the advantages of both singleness and marriage, and therefore, that neither status is meant to be a platform for “competition” or formula of “completion.”  The first contains the pitfall of comparison often leading to pride or striving – “A” is better than “B”; the latter contains the pitfall of discouragement or discontentment – “I won’t be wholly fulfilled with “A,” but I will be with “B.”  Hence, the solution is found when we filter our “status” (single or married) through the sieve of God’s own being.  If we – as humans – are created IN the image of God, FOR God’s glory, and ultimately to be transformed INTO the image of God, then we should be fully convinced that our identity is secure – and always perfected – in God Himself.  He uses both singleness and marriage to show us more of Himself, His relationship to His Son, His relationship to His Church; yet, he ultimately guides us to Himself as the relationship for which we are made.  Same truths I’ve known for years, but freshly inspired…

Third, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. 

Battle Hymn of the What…?!  This brutally honest memoir is the reflections of a Chinese mother on her own parenting methods and how she raised her two daughters to become concert musicians (piano and violin).  The reason I loved this book was because of my own experience with the Russian methods of classical piano training through my own teacher, Svetlana Gorenman.  While Mrs. Gorenman was not nearly as intense in the way she instructed me, I related to the unconscious PRESSURE that is put upon young musicians to NEVER fail or give up or quit or stop seeking to literally be THE BEST.  Many of you may have read up online about the criticism this mother/author received for the stabs she took on Chinese parenting methods after she finished her book, or the interviews she conducted on various TV stations as her book spread like wildfire through blogs and newspapers and bookstores.

At the end of the day, the question she throws out to the world is this: “Do parents identify, encourage, and set the course for our children’s “giftings” and consequent successes in this life?  OR, is it solely our job to ‘expose’ our children to many different opportunities, in hopes that our child(children) will recognize their own ‘callings’ and instinctively follow those paths?”

I don’t have children yet, but I would venture to say it has to be a balance of both elements.  In making me take piano all the way through elementary, middle and highschool years, my Mom didn’t necessarily make me believe that I had a ‘natural’ talent for piano.  She did teach me to believe that I had a ‘natural’ ability and competence to persevere, steward my time/talents, practice, improve, and eventually, succeed.

Next Up for February Books:

1) Through the Language Glass, Guy Deutscher (How the World Looks in Other Languages)

2) Death Comes to Pemberley, PD James (Mystery Spin-Off of Pride & Prejudice)

3) Small Loans, Big Dreams, Alex Counts (Memoir on Micro-Loans)

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Happy Birthday, Grandma!

       :: HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY TO MY GRANDMA ::

Today is my Grandma’s 80th birthday!

Marian Dahl is my Mom’s Mom, and was born in 1931.  She is one of the most fascinating, wise, courageous and generous women I have ever met in my life.  While she is small in stature, the largeness of her love for God and others and the poor far exceeds the littleness of her 5’1″ frame…

Marian Elizabeth (Gochenour) Dahl is German and English by descent, but grew up in the DC metro area.  Her father was first a Butcher and then a delivery driver for the Rock Creek Gingerale Co.  Her mother, my Nana, was a stay-at-home mom to my Grandma and her two siblings (Ted and Maggie), and in her later years, was an avid yogi.  Grandma has always resided in the DC metropolitan area, but fondly has recounted to me the many long summers of her childhood that she spent living with her own grandparents on their small farm in North Carolina…and so, from biscuits to bacon to barns to bales of hay to boy preferences, she has always been a true Southerner at heart :)

My Grandma has not only seen a lot in her lifetime, but she has contributed much in her lifetime.  She grew up in the Great Depression, survived a bout with Polio, lived through World War II, worked full-time in the medical field in her twenties while taking night classes, was an aspiring doctor, married my Grandfather, Frederick Dahl, re-located to Nigeria in the early 1960′s while my Grandfather worked for the Federal Reserve Board, raised four children (in Nigeria and in the States) was and is an expert seamstress (you-name-it, she can make it!), has traveled to multiple continents and countries over the years, served the community and the poor in countless ways, nursed multiple ailing people, including her own mother and my Grandfather before his death in 1991, dealt with two knee surgeries, has generously invested into her six grandchildren in friendship and love and trips, and so so so much more…

My Grandma is a true Storyteller.  And, I think her stories have always been the avenue through which she has imparted her advice, wisdom and knowledge to me.  Grandma isn’t one to tell you WHAT to do, but if you are in a decision-making crisis, she will gladly tell you a story (very detailed, I might add!) that somehow relates or applies to your own situation.  I can’t tell you how many times her stories have helped me think through my own life and career and choices.  Whenever I am in a bout of tears or fears, I know who to turn to.  It isn’t just because Grandma is a good story-teller, because a lot of people are; it’s because Grandma is a true Woman who has lived through the honest-to-God heartbreakers and sufferings of life, and now stands on the other side as a seasoned Saint.  Her life hasn’t always gone the way it should, but she can always say that God is good.  And, as many stories as I’ve already heard from her, there is always ONE more for her to tell :)

Grandma has invested into my own life in friendship, laughter, joy, generosity, time, and years of spiritual support.  Because she has lived twenty minutes away from me my whole life, I’ve always had the privilege of seeing her on a regular basis.  As a little girl, I would go to her house for sleepovers, where she spoiled me with back scratches, yummy meals, little presents, new movies from her Blockbuster-style collection, crafts, new outfits that she had sewn for me, homemade brunches, and last but certainly not least, endless supplies of bubble bath……

And, with each grandchild (Nora, Peter, me, Brett, Brandon, Shelby), she has always taken us on a special 13th birthday trip to ‘wherever you want to go.’  Well, not quite wherever…I think Brett wanted Grandma to take him to the moon and back, but she vetoed that one :)   So, Nora and Grandma went to New York City, Peter and Grandma went on a TEN-day covered wagon train excursion in Wyoming, then she took me to re-live my fascination with Felicity the American Girl Doll in Williamsburg for five days, and then Brett and Grandma also went to New York City.  Bottom line, my Grandma is one cool woman!  I mean, what Grandma takes her grandson out to the Wild West to re-live Pioneer life?!  She did.

When my Grandmother was in her twenties, she felt no rush to get married right away.  She saw marriage as an important element of life and love and one of her dreams, but she was never one to pine away and feel sorry for herself.  She truly embraced each unique season of life for what it is, and lived it to the fullest.  In this way, she has always put herself in situations where she could be sharpened and trained and educated, and as a result, advanced in her skills sets and knowledge and abilities.  Don’t get me wrong, she was quite a catch!  And, her dating stories are quite hilarious.  But, coming from the Great Depression era, she knew that life was precious, and that her time was better spent focusing on what was right in front of her, than wishing that her life looked different or was perfectly molded to cultural trends at the time.  Then, at the right time, she met my Grandfather and got married in her mid to late twenties.

My Grandma is a rich woman.  No, she doesn’t grow money trees in her backyard.  And, no, she didn’t win the lottery.  She is a rich woman because she has poured her resources and time out for others, with whatever means God has given to her. There is a Proverb that says, “He who waters will himself be enriched.”  This, in short, is what my Grandmother has done. She has showered her own resources upon the soil of my life, and as she has watched me sprout up and blossom and grow, she too has been enriched.  She is a great Gift-giver, always showering me – and my siblings and cousins – with things that are special to us.  If it had not been for my Grandma’s incredible, sacrificial support, I would not have had the years of private piano lessons that I did…and I would not have been able to spend a year of my life serving in Kenya.  These two things – piano and my year in Africa – are perhaps two of the most important pieces of my life and memories and growth as a individual.  Without these two things, I can honestly say that I wouldn’t be the same person I am today.

I hope she doesn’t mind me saying this, but Grandma is moving slower these days than she used to :)   I guess I would be, too, if I had walked 80 years on this earth!  But, her mind is still sharp.  I am not exaggerating when I say that if you call her, she will literally talk your ear off for an hour with stories and questions and ideas.  And, she can still blow me out of the water on Crossword Puzzles any day.  AND, she still drives around town, lives in her own house of forty-something years, does her own cleaning and groceries and what-knot.  Most importantly, Grandma always looks ready to meet royalty.  She calls it “putting her face on,” but really, she’s just a natural beauty who has taken good of her skin and nails for years and years…in this way, she has passed on a legacy to her granddaughters of the value and important of presentation.

In Proverbs 31, it says,

She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29Many women do noble things,
   but you surpass them all.
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
   and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Today, I give honor where honor is due to my Grandma.  She laughs at the days to come, she is clothed with strength and dignity, her beauty has inward, eternal significance, and she truly fears and loves the Lord.  I am grateful for her, not only because she is my Grandma, but because she is my friend, and has spoken life and truth and wisdom and encouragement into me for 26 years.

So, to my dear friend, I wish you a wonderful birthday, a wonderful 80th year, and a wonderful next 20 years!  After all, a century would be quite the feat, and if anyone could do it, you could :)

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Words of Wexford Carol

Good people all, this Christmas time,
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done,
In sending His belovèd Son.
With Mary holy we should pray
To God with love this Christmas Day;
In Bethlehem upon the morn
There was a blest Messiah born.

The night before that happy tide
The noble virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town.
But mark how all things came to pass:
From every door repelled, alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but a humble oxen stall.

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God’s angels did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
“Prepare and go”, the angels said,
“To Bethlehem, be not afraid;
For there you’ll find, this happy morn,
A princely Babe, sweet Jesus born.”

With thankful heart and joyful mind,
The shepherds went the babe to find,
And as God’s angel has foretold,
They did our Savior Christ behold.
Within a manger He was laid,
And by His side the virgin maid
Attending to the Lord of Life,
Who came on earth to end all strife.

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Overnight Cinnamon Rolls

 

Overnight Cinnamon Rolls, from the Kijabe Cookbook

Want fresh, hot cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning, but don’t want to wake up at 5am to start them?  This is a great alternative.

2 cups warm water

2 T. yeast

2 tsp. sugar

1/2 cup sugar

2 tsp. salt

1/4 cup oil

1 egg

6-7 cups all-purpose flour

Cinnamon Sugar mixture: 1 cup sugar + 1 T. cinnamon

Glaze: 1/2 cup butter + 1 cup brown sugar + 1/4 cup light corn syrup

Melt glaze ingredients together, bring to a boil.  Pour in two 9 x 13 pans.

Combine warm water, yeast and sugar.  Let stand for 15 minutes in a draft free warm place till slightly bubbling…

Add 1/2 cup sugar, salt, oil, egg and flour.  Blend altogether in a Kitchen Aid Mixer with a dough hook.  Add more flour if needed.

Divide dough into two pieces.  Roll each out into a rectangle of approx. 10 x 15″…

Brush each with melted butter.  Sprinkle 2/3 – 1 cup cinnamon sugar mixture on top.

Roll up and cut each rectangle into 15 rolls.  Place rolls on top of glaze.

Put in refrigerator overnight (covered).

Bake the next morning at 350 F for approx. 30 minutes.  If using two racks, switch pans at the 15 minute mark to ensure even baking.

When golden brown, remove from oven and flip onto a cookie sheet.

Modification:  you can add chopped Pecans to cinnamon sugar mixture if desired.

Enjoy!

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NYC

OK, so I’m slightly behind in my blogging.  Well, a LOT behind.

November and December have been busy months, to say the least.

Right before Thanksgiving, my Mom, sister Nora, and brother-in-law Travis went up to NYC for the weekend to spend some quality time together, eat good food, see my Uncle Erik, and enjoy the emerging holiday decorations in the city…

Traditionally, my Mom, Nora and I would go on a Christmas shopping overnight trip together each year.  That has become a bit harder to coordinate over the years with such diverse schedules, but we somehow manage to make it happen…there is nothing like laughing together and throwing around ideas and stories and questions.  I am so grateful that I have a Mom and a sister who are not only fellow friends, but faithful sisters in Christ with whom I have shared the greatest joys and trials of my life.

Of course, with the Jansens, it’s all about the food!  If you like NYC, love eating good food, and are going there anytime soon, you may want to head over to…

ABC Kitchen and Warehouse.

Local, organic food, Best Restaurant of 2011, and an incredible Carpet and Home store that is connected to the restaurant.  Anthropologie meets Ikea meets Urban French Country style.  You literally could get lost in the six levels of ABC’s home store for an entire day…and then some.  The restaurant experience is fantastic as well.

La Maison du Chocolat.  Best cup of hot chocolate EVER.  You feel like you’re sitting in Paris, watching people around you, quietly enjoying the simple things in life, without a care in the world, because at that moment, all that really matters is the rich taste and aroma of chocolate…

We also enjoyed a leisurely walk across the Highline in Chelsea…from here, you get a fantastic view of the city, as well as the new Ground Zero Memorial/Towers.It was such a great weekend together.  I don’t think I would ever live in NYC, but I do love visiting…you just can’t go wrong with walking through Central Park in the fall…

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12 Days of Christmas

The Twelve Days of Christmas
The Meaning Behind The Song

“The Twelve Days of Christmas” is just a fun, sing-along style Christmas song, right?

Wrong.

Each month, I host ten 9th grade girls over for breakfast, coffee, and a devotional.  Last week, we dug deeper into the spiritual meaning behind the song, and why it is such a gem of tradition and symbolism in the history of the persecuted Christian church.

Read more below…

The twelve days of Christmas are the twelve days between Christmas Day, Dec. 25th, the birth of Jesus, and the Epiphany, Jan. 6th, the day Christians celebrate the arrival of the Magi (Wise Men) and the revelation of Christ as the light of the world.

The Christmas song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas” may sound silly and contrived to many of us. But it actually had its origins in religious symbolism – and with a serious purpose.  It dates from a time of religious persecution. The song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” was written as a kind of secret catechism that could sing in public without fear of arrest – a learning or memory aid to Christians in fact.

The song can be taken at two levels of interpretation – the surface meaning, or the hidden meaning known only to the Christians involved. Each element is a code word for a religious truth.
1. The partridge in a pear tree is Jesus.
2. The two turtledoves are the Old and New Testaments.
3. Three French hens stand for faith, hope and love.
4. The four calling birds are the four Gospels.
5. The five gold rings recall the Hebrew Torah (Law), or the Pentateuch, the first five books of the Old Testament.
6. The six geese a-laying stand for the six days of creation.
7. The seven swans a-swimming represent the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit.
8. The eight maids a-milking are the eight Beatitudes.
9. Nine ladies dancing are the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit.
10. The ten lords a-leaping are the Ten Commandments.
11. Eleven pipers piping represent the eleven faithful Apostles.
12. Twelve drummers drumming symbolize the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostles Creed.

If you think Jesus being symbolized as a partridge in a pear tree sounds blasphemous, remember:

“Jerusalem! Jerusalem! How often would I have sheltered thee under my wings, as a hen does her chicks, but thou wouldst not have it so.” (Luke 13:34 and Matthew 23:34)

The “true love” in the song refers to God Himself.  The “me” receiving the gifts is every Christian.  So this “silly” song we sing at Christmas time has more meaning than we thought!

http://www.holytrinitynewrochelle.org/yourti102896.html

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Who We Become While Waiting

The Kibera Slums, Nairobi, Kenya, July 2010

Today, I read this article by Paul Tripp entitled, “God’s Will for Your Wait.“  He talks about the Israelites knowing how to wait those 40 years in the desert…and how those years of wandering were more about WHO they became while waiting, than what God eventually blessed them with after the Wait was over.

Now, it’s not always easy to picture the Israelites or to put myself in their shoes.  But, after reading Tripp’s article, it did made me think of the orphans I visited in the Kibera Slums of Nairobi, Kenya in 2010.  They, of all people, know how to WAIT…not just for the Tangible things of life (food, medicine, water), but more importantly, for Intangible hope.  Some live in the streets, day after day, just waiting…waiting for someone to give them something to eat, waiting for someone to love them, waiting for someone to make them laugh and even for a second, forget about the miseries of life in the Slums.  Ultimately, they are the ones waiting for knowledge of the absolute truth that a Savior lives to offer them eternal life.

It’s rather pathetic, you know…how my own “waiting” pales in comparison!  I wait for my alarm clock to go off…the water to get hot…the coffee to be ready…the red light to change to green…the metro car to arrive…the computer to turn on at work…the lunch to heat up…the response back from someone I e-mailed…the Internet browser to obey my every click…the work day to be over…the work-out class to start…the phone call back from a friend…the list goes on and on…our waiting is so temporal, isn’t it?  Rarely do I think about my waiting in terms of God’s macro-level sense of Time.  It’s no wonder – we live in a world where immediate gratification to our every whim and demand and wish is not only desired and expected, but even sometimes deemed as a legitimate “entitlement.”

Tripp’s article is rich with truth throughout, but here were my favorite two excerpts:

“Waiting is…very positive, purposeful, and spiritual. To be called to wait is to be called to the activity of remembering who I am and who God is. To be called to wait is to be called to the activity of worship: worshiping God for his presence, wisdom, power, love, and grace. To be called to wait is to be called to the activity of serving: looking for ways to lovingly assist and encourage others who are also being called to wait. To be called to wait is to be called to the activity of praying: confessing the struggles of my heart and seeking the grace of the God who has called me to wait. We must rethink waiting and remind ourselves that waiting is itself a call to action.”

“There is one other thing waiting is meant to do: God intends that waiting would make me long for home. Waiting is meant to remind you that you live “between the already and the not yet.” Yes, there are many, many things for which to be thankful in this life, but this place is not your final home. You are in a temporary dwelling in a temporary location. In the life and ministry you experience here, there is one aspect or another that can remind you this is not home. The hardships of your present life and ministry speak clearly: this is not the final destination. Waiting is meant to produce in you a God-honoring dissatisfaction with the status quo. Waiting is meant to make you hungry, to produce in you a longing. For what? To be home—home with your Lord forever, home where sin is no more, home in a world that has been made completely new. As you wait, keep telling yourself, This is not my final destination.”

Waiting is not just about what I get at the end of the wait, but about who I become as I wait.


Article from The Gospel Coalition Blog: http://thegospelcoalition.org/blogs/tgc

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