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by Katherine Hauswirth

Our pastor, Tim, shared something I hadn’t heard before: all manner of people bring all manner of old Bibles to the church. Some Bibles are from nonbelievers who stumble on a Bible when cleaning out a garage or an attic. Believers who “recycle” their old Bibles at church have either moved on to a less tattered version or aged into a large-print edition. Even to many nonbelievers, throwing away a Bible just doesn’t seem right. Hence the church’s abundant and mismatched collection.

A scrap of paper fluttered out of a Bible that made its way to Pastor Tim. In faded pen and ink, someone had carefully written: “God cured my spine, Tuesday, the 23rd of May, 1865.” Read the rest of this entry »

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By Christy Olson

(for part 1 of this article, click here)

Bibles for young readers

Around second grade, most children become solid readers. They begin to discover reading by themselves and the joy of chapter books. And what is the greatest chapter book in the world? You guessed! It’s the Bible. So how can we help these new and developing readers explore God’s word? Read the rest of this entry »

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By Christy Olson

The Bible has been translated and paraphrased thousands of different ways. How can you know when is ‘best’ for you and your family?

The answer to what is ‘best’ depends on what you are seeking! For younger learners it can be best when everyone works from the same translation of the Bible. At other times, however, hearing passages translated in different ways can spark discussion and bring clarity. Whichever version you use, encourage the participants to get to know their Bible, making notes and marking passages that are meaningful for them. Read the rest of this entry »

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Fresh Joy From Home Fragrances

by Audri Carli

Gladness welled as I realized anew the joy that can be savored from home fragrances. The insight surfaced after I had become extra busy, taking time to eat sandwiches with salads rather than simmering aromatic foods on the stove.

I still lived in our family home, although my children had grown up and my husband had passed on. I still had morning and eve-ning devotions. I had the same furniture, same writing interests and still planned to find more family recipes someday. I still planted flowers and cleaned the house. All of these had given me a feeling of home; however, I had become too rushed at times. I later found what I had missed.

As I walked into the kitchen and smelled the simmering barbecue beef I would serve my visiting son and daughters for dinner, a smile soaked into me as I recalled one of the special joys of family life.

The aroma filled the kitchen and swept me back in time. In earlier years, I had cooked the same recipe to surprise my children on special occasions. The fragrance had always been linked with a chocolate layer cake with dark icing, with “Happy Birthday” written in white frosting. I wanted to savor another fragrance of yesteryear, so an hour later I smelled the chocolate aroma of the baking cake.

Later, I cut up celery and carrots for the dill dip, and the mingling scents of the dill and vegetables put a soothing glow in my spirit.

When I dusted the end tables with lemon-scented polish, I recalled the cleaning days when the children napped and I rushed to get the housework done. It was as if they were sleeping in their beds again at that time. The smell seemed to whisk me back to young motherhood and the coziness of being a family together under one roof.

When my family arrived to celebrate my son’s birthday, I told them, “I finally discovered that the fragrances in this house made it come alive with the scents of family living again.”

My children gazed at me with delight shimmering in their eyes. Each told me that their memories flowed when they smelled the various aromas of the foods they had enjoyed as children.

Each daughter and my son recalled fragrant items they used that reminded them of home. “I like the same shampoo, Mom, because of the good smell and my hair feeling clean from it.”

“I always use the same barbecue sauce recipe, Mom. I always felt good when I sniffed the aroma—and then just last week I told my friend, Alice, that I remembered all the times I walked into the house from school and smelled the delicious supper.”

After my family went home, I made a plan: I would cook an old family favorite recipe for a meal at least once a week, so I could revisit earlier family days. I would blend yesteryear’s fragrances into those of today. I would cook the same foods when I invited friends and family to share in the snacks, lunches or dinners. Or I would savor them alone while reading a book or looking at a photo album, sitting in cozy silence, feeling fresh contentment.

Daily, I would celebrate family joy that soothes today by filling my home with memorable fragrances. V
Audri Carli lives in Michigan.

REPRINTED FROM MATURE YEARS

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Symbols Of Love

by Lynn Klammer

It’s funny how the strangest things can have sentimental value or remind us of those we love. The comforting smell of fresh apple pie can instill the secure feelings of home and family. The blooming crocuses of spring can trigger childhood remembrances of Grandma’s garden. There are countless adorable sights, smells and possessions that can bring forth warm, loving memories. However, there are less-obvious things that can bring us comfort as well.

Recently, when I was cleaning out my bottomless purse, I found a tire gauge in its dark depths. I placed the gauge in the pile of wayward items that needed to be put away elsewhere, but when the time came, I just couldn’t bear to part with it. Why did I have to keep a tire gauge in my purse? After all, it’s not as if it’s a critical emergency item.

I keep it for one simple reason. It reminds me of my dad. When I got my first car, my dad would lecture me about routinely checking the oil, fluids and tire pressure. To this day, I can clearly see him reaching into my glove compartment to place a tire gauge there.

I hated checking the oil, and since monitoring tire pressure was a simple (and clean) thing to do, I became quite adept at it. But it came to mean something more to me. It was love and concern. It was security. It was a reminder of my dad’s concrete, practical presence in my everyday life.

The tire gauge is a way to keep my father close. A reminder of his caring for me. Some people place pictures of family members on their desks at work to feel closer to those they love. Others hang Aunt Betty’s hand-crocheted angels on the Christmas tree each year. Me, I keep a tire gauge in my purse. Not warm and fuzzy in and of itself, but certainly in its significance.

We often think of the cross as a reminder of what was done in the past, but it’s so much more. It’s a reminder of the real, living presence of God in our everyday life—as practical in significance as my dad’s tire gauge. It’s a tool unlike any other, though, reminding us of a love that is as present today as it was 2,000 years ago on the cross.

Symbols of love aren’t only for things that happened long ago or that we’re missing. Like the cross, symbols of love can be a viable presence in our lives, keeping us in touch with what is most precious in the daily chaos of everyday life.

Just a symbol of love, yes…but so much more.

Lynn Klammer lives in Michigan.

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