Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Sharing Christmas Spirit at Watch Me Grow

A Christmas tradition is a program at
Watch Me Grow in Southern Pines.  I had
a wonderful time there with children 1 to 5.

They gave me this welcome banner they created.

These well-behaved 4 and 5 year-olds wait patiently
for their other guests to arrive.

Get ready to rock around the Christmas tree!

We started with Rudolph and some Santa Claus songs.

It's a good idea to stand up and get active
every few minutes.

We did motions for the Twelve Days of Christmas.
Here are two turtle doves.

Nine ladies dancing.  (And guys, too).

Six geese a -laying.

My little friend Chopper (not to be confused with
Chipper, my monkey in the background), leads the
children in Jingle Bells, Santa Claus is Coming to
Town, and We Wish You a Merry Christmas.  My
friends are quite popular.

What's a Christmas party without Freeze Dancing?!

When younger classes had to leave, this fellow
showed how much he liked Chopper the Frog.

The three-year-olds are few in number but ready
for holiday fun.

Miss Marianne's class of 4 and 5 year-olds are
the leaders around here.  Smart as can be!

Time to say goodbye until next time.
Thanks for the invitation.

These helpful children weren't done yet.
They helped me carry all my equipment to
the parking lot, then topped (nearly toppled)
it all off with a mammoth group hug!
MERRY CHRISTMAS, ONE AND ALL!!

"To what can I compare this generation?" A fresh look at Jesus' words.

Way back on November 26, two days before Thanksgiving, my good friend Pastor Bryan Maness posted a simple admonition for his Facebook friends: "Don't forget to read your Bible."  I was already planning to read my Bible that day, but I prayed for new insight into what I would read.  I'd like to share what transpired.

In reading from Matthew 11, I read these words of Jesus as he spoke to a crowd about the ministries of John the Baptist and Himself:
To what can I compare this generation?  They are like children sitting in the marketplaces and calling out to others:
We played the flute for you, and you did not dance;
We sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.
For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, 'He has a demon.  The Son of Man [Jesus] came eating and drinking, and they say, 'Here is a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and "sinners."' But wisdom is proved right by her actions.
With the help of notes in my Bible, I understood the italicized portion better than on previous readings.  "Playing the flute," as at a wedding celebration, symbolized the joyful ministry and message of Jesus.  The funeral dirge symbolized the ministry of repentance and conviction brought by John.  The Jews were like children who refused to respond on either occasion.

The convicting thing for me was to look at our generation in a fresh light.  How do we respond to either the message of repentance or the message of salvation?  For many, there has been no response at all.  Even for Christians who have responded, there is a tendency to grow cold and, like the Ephesian church spoken of in Revelation 2, to leave our first love.  There is nothing easier (and more tempting) than to be critical of many things individual Christians or churches do amiss.  But that is simply taking our focus off of Christ.  What more could we expect of humans who are flawed like ourselves?  To ignore or reject our Lord based on the failings of His followers is a miscalculation of eternal magnitude!

I thought of the season of Thanksgiving, followed closely by the Christmas season.  For decades, we have decried the commercialism of these Christian holy days, yet Black Friday (or Thursday), Cyber Monday, and the entire month of December exhibit where many people's "first love" truly lies.

Two holidays that should be a time of celebration of God's infinite love, mercy, and grace, are often a secular celebration of what we have and what we can get.

In later verses, Jesus pronounced woeful judgments on the towns of the Holy Land that would not repent; indeed, that were blind to their sin.  But that judgment would not be for all.  He said,
I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children.  Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure.
A consistent theme through the Bible is that God reveals His truth -- including salvation -- to those who humble themselves, repent, and diligently seek Him. These truths are hidden from the proud and self-absorbed who refuse to acknowledge their Creator and Savior.

Yet it is not God's will that anyone should remain lost.  In Chapter 12 of Matthew, these words of Isaiah the prophet are recalled:
Here is my servant whom I have chosen, the one I love, in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him, and he will proclaim justice to the nations.  He will not quarrel or cry out; no one will hear his voice in the streets, A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out, till he leads justice to victory.                                
In His name the nations will put their hope.
These verses are helping me keep these holiday seasons in proper perspective.  I hope they will provide encouragement to you.  And MERRY CHRISTMAS!

 


Saturday, November 16, 2013

Bri and Hunter, One Fall Day

Here's some of the fall fun we had last week.
The boots don't hamper Hunter from climbing
the ladder to Grandpa's car.

If you're going to slide into leaves, a little raking is
required first.

As an added touch, Hunter covers part of
the slide with leaves.

He buried his legs in leaves, then asked,'
"Did Evan do this?"  (i.e. "when he was here)

HUNTER HAS FOUND A CRICKET!!

Little cricket, do you want to play?

Little cricket, do you want to play on Grandpa's car?
(He climbed all the way up holding the cricket
delicately in one hand.)

Meanwhile, Bri was keeping toasty warm inside,
playing all kinds of imaginary things with her
airplanes and other toys.  These are talking
airplanes that can assume ANY character
(especially Cruella deVille and others from
101 Dalmatians).

Hunter comes in to warm up and joins right in.

It had been quite a while since we had pulled out
the Sit-and-Spins.  They were a big hit.  I tried to
persuade Hunter to ride with Bri like Jennifer and
Amanda once did, but No way, Jose. My idea is
that two kids may slow it down, but it balances
things so they don't fall off as quickly.  Of course,
falling off is half the fun.

We soon headed back outside, Hunter leading the way.
No cricket this time.

"I'm on the top of the WORLD!"

The windshield makes a mini-slide.  Hunter finds
it's harder to climb up in boots than it is to slide down.
 
Fall's not over, and I hope to spend a lot
more time outside on these glorious days
with these fabulous kids.






Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Grandkids: Halloween to Veterans Day, Part 3

Here's the lovely altar that greeted folks
at Beulah Hill Baptist Church's homecoming
this past Sunday.
Now, on to the grandchildren.


Claire and Evan love the new Dalmatian game, too.

All smiles.

Kids love to jump, especially into leaves.

And Claire loves for her hair to stream in the wind.

Look out, Grandma.  Evan is a monster.
But his growl is worse than his bite.
He might hug you to death, though.

We're always trying to think of some new fun.
How about climbing a ladder to the roof of
Grandpa's station wagon?  Never did that before.

It's a winner of an idea.

Claire says it's a playground AND a car.

Quick, Grandma, snap it before somebody falls off!

Happiness is . . . sitting on the roof of an old car. ??

That windshield is sure a short sliding board.

Who needs a ladder.  Claire knows another way
up AND down now.

If this was an apple tree we could pick apples.
But since it's a maple tree, we'll pick maple leaves.

Soccer is HUGE in the Kirby family.

Everybody knows that only the goalee can touch
the ball with his hands.  But there's no rule against
sitting on the ball.

No grandkids in this picture.  But in late afternoon
when the kids had gone home I was putting up some
toys.  I finally spotted the birds that had been loudly
chirping all afternoon.  Can you spot them?

Grandkids: Halloween to Veterans Day, Part 2

No, this is not a grandkid.  It's not even
something our grandkids would taste!
But it's a yummy recipe Judy tried last
week with acorn squash, stuffed with rice,
pecans, hot Italian sausage, fresh sage, and
shredded cheese.  Delish, especially with some
 grilled peppers, onions, squash and peppers!
I just had to squeeze this in!

Now for the main attraction, the grandkids.
Claire and Evan loved a new yard sale game,
Swinging Snakes.

Evan, I hope that snake's not poisonous.

Evan invents Snake Solitaire.

Spinning tops have a hypnotic effect on children.

I shared a vintage video of WWII era Superman cartoons.

Claire and all the children LOVE this aunthentic
NASCAR tire that a lady gave me at the recycling
center.  It's so wide it doesn't easily topple over, so
they push it all over the field

Push OR kick, that is.

Baseball season doesn't have to end with the World Series.

Evan multi-tasks, cooking and conversing.

Grandpa, no peeking!

Claire and all the grandchildren love to work.
But like in Tom Sawyer's white-washing the
fence episode, it doesn't seem like work to them.

When you're jumping in leaves you have to empty
out your boots once in a while.

Never do anything the easy way.

What form!

Please, let's not let the immovable object
collide with the irresistible force!

While Claire drives us to the beach, Evan climbs
the seats.  Lucky thing we don't enforce all the laws
on private property.

Now we're off to Granny's Doughnuts!

Bri is rolling that tire up the steepest hill around
so she can chase it down.

Did you know that picking the red berries out of
magnolia cones is a lot of fun?

The latest thrill is a 101 Dalmatians game where
three puppies climb stairs, then coast down a track
to start all over again.  Bri fixed it so it would work.

Hunter loved it, too.  It also became a part of
their imaginative play.

Anything Bri did, Hunter had to do, too.
But not necessarily at the same time.

Any NASCAR drivers in search of a new pit crew?

Hunter would rather be a back-seat driver than
a front-seat driver any day.
And the kids don't mind if Grandpa has a little
fun along with snapping these pictures.
More pictures coming!