The Free Methodist Church in Canada December 2005 - Volume 3 Issue 1
Reflecting the diversity of ministry expression within the Free Methodist family
COVER What Jesus Came To Do by Randy MacDonald PAGE 2 Editor’s Desk Leadership Development: Suprising Discoveries from John Wesley and B.T. Roberts by Alan Retzman PAGE 3 Things Happen When We Pray by Bishop Keith Elford Grant Wolfe’s Top Five Reads PAGE 4 Love Means “I Want You To Be” by Victor Shepherd PAGE 6 Will Gillan’s Dilemna A Christmas Parable by Bishop Keith Passages PAGE 7 Student Ministries: by Andrew Brown PAGE 8 Global Ministries: Under African Skies by Dan Sheffield 2005 India Celebration Tour by Diane Fidler-Gray
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hristmas at 488 Alfred Avenue would be like no other. Oh, it would start with the same traditions. The brightly decorated family room, a freshly cut spruce tree and that gray wool sock that would eventually have a Christmas orange stuck in the toe and a handful of bulk candy on top. Christmas, however, seemed to come especially early that year. Maybe it was because it was our first year in the biggest house we would ever live in. For the first time each of us would have our own bedroom. I'll never forget that Christmas morning. It was abnormally quiet. Abnormal because quiet was not a word people normally associated with my four siblings and me! I was the first to wake, and after a quick look at that wool sock, I was off. I quietly slipped down the long twisting staircase to the main level of the house where only hours before we were sitting around the tree, singing Christmas carols and eating snacks. As I neared the bottom of the staircase my mind exploded with anticipation. "What would it look like?" Even though I've seen that sight every year, I've never quite understood how the transformation took place. This year was no different. As I placed my foot on the last stair, I couldn't believe my eyes. There, only a few steps away, were the two huge French doors leading to our family room. Two massive glass doors framed with wood that I had somehow never seemed to notice before that morning. And, beyond those doors, was a magnificent sight. That same, rather plain room that I had sat in last night had been remarkably transformed once again. As I lunged for the old glass doorknob, my heart sank. Someone had locked the doors. "What was going on?" Whose sick, twisted mind is responsible for this? I think what hurt my heart the most that morning was the sight of our tree with all the lights shining in the darkness. And the presents, oh the presents. There, on the other side of the glass, was a magnificent mountain of certain fun. I could almost feel the hours of endless enjoyment. I remember placing my little face and both my hands on the glass, taking in all the beauty. As I released my face from the glass, my eyes caught a row of slippers on the floor, neatly arranged in the order of birth starting with my oldest sister to my baby brother. It didn't take me long to figure out the second last pair were for me. Inside the slippers was a cardboard book with eight full-sized packs of lifesavers. Given the situation, I did what any kid would do. I put on my slippers and popped a few of those lifesavers into my mouth. For that moment life
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was good. Several different flavours of lifesavers colliding in my mouth! What a treat! This was all good - for a few minutes. But as soon as the flavor wore off, so did the feeling of comfort. It wasn't long before my mind was focused back on those massive glass doors that separated me and the rest of my family from the joy, excitement and energy that I knew was in that room. I could see it but couldn't feel it. I decided to start back up the stairs to wake up my parents and tell them of the fate that awaited them. As I made my way up the stairs in a rather comatose state, I passed the rest of my siblings coming down the There, on the stairs. Boy, were they in for a shock. As other side of the I stood on my mother's side of the bed, glass, was a telling her of the devastation downstairs, magnificent my Dad awoke yet pretended not to be mountain of listening. Looking back now, I'm almost sure I heard snickers coming from his certain fun. I side of the bed. How rude! Hadn't he could almost seen my big crocodile tears? This was big feel the hours of stuff. I mean - how would we ever get to endless all that good stuff? When my dad arose enjoyment. from under the covers, I noticed in his hand a long shoelace with a key tied to the end - an old, rather familiar looking, skeleton key. It didn't take me long to figure out who was behind the devastation I was feeling. “Why? Why would you do this?” My mom lifted her head and told me that it wasn't time. I would have to wait. She told me that when the time was right they would come downstairs and unlock the door. Discouraged and confused, I made my way back to my bed where I stayed until my Mom and Dad came to get me, key in hand. After what felt like hours, there we were. All sitting in amazement and excited about the possibilities. I know what was going through my brothers’ and sister’s minds because it was the same thing that was going through my mind. Which one would I open first? In my concentration, I missed my parents leaving the room. However, we all noticed them return because with them were two very familiar faces. Faces that we had seen several times before. It was George and Ruth. George was from the men's hostel where dad was working and Ruth from the women's hostel where my mom was working. Our family had sort of adopted them. But what were they doing here now? Oh well, it didn't matter. The more the merrier. I just wanted to get to ripping off that paper! And it didn't take long. Before I knew it, every present was unwrapped. A few had
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What Jesus came to do - continued on page 6