Although at the time of the Seaway re-construction of Morrisburg, the above paving job was being done on Park Avenue on November 12, 1957. Today, this is the west end of Maud Street. Note: the side walk is in and some of the mature trees of today have obviously not been planted.
Blessed Easter Season
In four more days we will be hunting for “Easter eggs” probably hidden outside in the snow this year! Maybe we will be having Easter breakfast of hot chocolate and hot cross buns with our sweaters on, as opposed to spring clothes.
Whatever the weather brings the traditional celebrations of Easter will be as it always has been.
Most of us have traditions for certain celebrations during the year. Customs, information or beliefs that we pass on to our next generation that aren’t necessarily written down anywhere but that are passed on by thought, action, or word of mouth.
What are your traditional celebrations of Easter? We don’t always know where these traditions have started, but we know that we always do them.
Our communities of faith all have traditions too. There are 11 churches in Morrisburg inviting you to come along and be a part of the spiritual and religious celebrations of Holy Week and of Easter Sunday. Easter comes every year to make sure that we don’t forget that all we are is transformed in and through God. The only thing that limits our Easter joy is our reluctance to believe in the risen Christ.
I personally invite you to join us by coming to church with us to celebrate.
May God bless your Easter Season!
A few years ago, I decided to take up knitting. I had tried it a couple of times before and had disliked it. But I also hated being mastered by anything, and decided to try again.
It gave me a great feeling of accomplishment as I handed the finished project of a beautiful sweater to my eldest daughter. Then, feeling much more confident, I knit the same pattern over for my next daughter in another colour.
Two sweaters under my belt! I was no longer a novice. Into the wool shop I went and bought a much more difficult pattern. The first time I chose a pattern, I had asked for help. This time I did it on my own.
Hours later, I knew that I was in way over my head. I asked advice from a neighbor, an expert knitter. I kept on. Stuck again, I sought more advice. I ripped out and re-knit enough times to knit a few other sweaters. At last the masterpiece was finished. When my youngest daughter put it on, I almost strutted.
She told everyone that her Mom had made her sweater. It was difficult to get it off her to wash. The second time I went to wash it, I was horrified. Right on the front of this beautiful, pastel sweater was a large, horrible, red spot. It would not come off. My youngest told me that it was red paint from a pottery painting set.
My work was destroyed. For weeks, the sweater just sat in the laundry room. I did not have the heart to throw it out.
The Bible tells us that we are made in the image of God. How sad God must be when He sees His handiwork marred by sin. God expects to see His own reflection but so often, He sees big globs of ugliness.
Thank God the story does not end there. The Bible says, “The blood of Jesus, His Son, purifies us from all sin” (I John 1:17).
We need to apply the blood of Jesus to our lives. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness” (I John 1:9).
One day my daughter was visiting in a friend’s home. While there, she heard them speak of a cure-all substance for paint stains. She asked if she could take some home to her mother to try on her ruined sweater.
The request was granted and I was under pressure to try this substance out on the sweater.
I could have chosen to leave the paint remover where it was saying that such a thing was impossible. Perhaps I could have put things off until another day. But, at the insistence of my daughter, we quickly tried it out. It worked. The sweater was as good as new.
We sometimes treat the Lord like that paint remover. We are skeptical. Or, we put Him on a shelf, planning to try Him out in the future. But, those who take the time, find that He does remove the sin and frees us to be God’s handiwork again.
The song writer, John Peterson, put it so aptly:
In the image of God, we were made long ago
With the purpose divine, here His glory to show;
But we failed Him one day and like sheep went astray
Thinking not of the cost, we, His likeness, had lost.
But from eternity, God had in mind
The work of Calvary – the lost to find.
From His heaven so broad, Christ came down earth to trod
So that men might live again in the image of God.
Rev. Lorna Casselman
My Favourite Athlete
It’s been said that “football consists of 22 men on the field desperately in need of a rest and 50,000 in the stands desperately in need of exercise.” (with apologies to the CFL). There’s probably truth in that.
Same is likely true of the Olympics. All of us sitting back with our chips and beverage of choice watching people who for years have lived a life of strict training and diet to get where they are at. Isn’t there something a bit amusing about that?
Yet as much as I deeply admire Olympic athletes for what they do, I know a guy whose willingness to sacrifice and suffer for his prize vastly outshines them all.
His name is Paul. You may know him as Saint Paul, but I kind of doubt he’d really care to be called that. When he talked about himself and what he did, he saw himself much like an athlete. He devoted himself to his ‘sport’ not for a decade or two, but for an entire lifetime. And what he went through exceeds anything an Olympian ever does.
You should read it; it’s crazy (see 2 Corinthians 11:23-28 or 2 Corinthians 6:4-10). He was given the ‘forty lashes minus one’ five times, beaten, stoned (and left for dead), shipwrecked three times, almost died numerous times, and on and on it went.
So why did Paul subject himself to such an outrageous life?
Well, for two reasons. Like any athlete, he did for the prize.
He says as much in 1 Corinthians 9:27. As an old man looking back over this career, he writes: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness ( the word ‘crown’ here is really the word, “wreath” like the Olympians of his day were rewarded in their games), which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day…”
The other reason Paul lived such a seemingly ‘fanatical’ life was he had discovered something so amazing (and so unknown) that he couldn’t help but devote himself to sharing it with ever speck of energy he had.
That something was what he called the “gospel” or “good news.” Simply put, it was the message that God loved this world so much (that would include you and me) that he sent his only son to die for its sins, that whoever accepted that would receive salvation as a free gift. Salvation being new life now, and eternal life in heaven.
In Romans 1:14 he says he’s obligated, or indebted, to the world to share this ‘good news.’ God has made it know to him; he’s experienced it, so he’s got no choice but to share it with others, whatever the cost, and whatever the sacrifices needed.
I think there’s good stuff to learn from Paul.
First, a life that dedicated to a higher cause challenges us all as to what we’re living for. Are we just living for a ‘good time’ or is there more to life than that? Is there some higher purpose and meaning? Something to really be committed to? To sacrifice and even suffer for? Maybe even a God to whom we’re accountable?
But even more than this, maybe considering Paul being sold out for the ‘good news’ about Christ can make us curious, interested, to check it out for ourselves. Maybe there’s more to it than we realize. Maybe it’s better than we think.
Pastor Clarence Witten