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Colour Change Cords See it now, just here in my hands? Watch what happens when I plug it in. Colours When the energy is in it. It c harges my phone When the Spirit is in us we get charged up and the light of God flows through us and fills up others with energy.

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“Who are you and what are you doing with Steph’s phone?” asked a friend when her text saying “What are you doing?” called forth the response, “Cooking supper.” Cooking has not been a great passion or even habit of mine for years. The last time I cooked consistently was six or seven years ago when I had to give Roxie rice and meat to control her seizures. I cooked every night then and people were generous in sharing moose and other meats, so when anyone asked me what I had for supper, I would playfully respond “Dog Food.” Meat and rice was good enough for her, so I made extra and ate with her. When we found a canned dog food she could stomach, we stopped sharing meals! LOL! Prior to that, since leaving home for university, eating out has been my game. Restauranteurs in every town know what I like and rarely needed to “take my order”. In one Chinese restaurant in Vancouver, I had the waitress trained to not to mention that I was there a second time in the same day with different people each time. She would smile and nod and lead us to my favourite table. When I went back, walking and not in my wheelchair, after years of being away, she recognized me immediately, grabbed me with a hug and went to get my hot pot order. All of the staff at the restaurant managed to steal over to my table at some point during that meal and welcome me home. Obviously, cooking has never been my jam and too many fast food drive thrus have been. In fact, when I was leaving Gander for St. Anthony, the landlord called with a warning that he hated cleaning ovens and my whole security deposit would be kept if I left the oven dirty. That threw my mom into a fit of giggles. When she could finally speak, she called the landlord and told him that if my oven was dirty after seven years of me living there, then it wasn’t clean when I moved in. In fact, it had only been turned on eight times in seven years and most of those were times mom was visiting and turned it on to be sure it worked! A couple of other times, it was turned on for craft night when melting something on a baking sheet was part of the instructions! I have been absolutely and completely blessed by the many friends in each town and congregation who have provided food and fellowship around the table - much needed food for the body and food for the soul! So hearing that I was cooking, you can understand the surprise that registered when my friend asked what I was doing! It is like a new Steph 2.0 is hitting the market with recipes, buying vegetables, and using coupons! Damage to my pancreas from side effects due to medications has made me a four-needle-a-day Diabetic and the lifestyle choices that imposes has made a huge difference in my schedule. Even so, I am settling into a new normal with the diabetes routine and eating rules. Scheduling and planning ahead to think about and prepare for proper food intake is quite a foreign concept in my lackadaisical, disorganized style of procrastination and flying by the seat of my pants. Don’t get me wrong, this style of work has always delivered for me in creativity, enthusiasm and Spirit-filled inspiration. The focus on my calendar has been food, but the scheduling has infiltrated my entire life. For the first month, friends had to put up with my incredulous queries about how people could eat so much. It seemed that as soon as I finished one meal with all the proper grains, greens and proteins, I was facing snack time or another big meal. For someone who often ate one meal a day in the car on the way home from a meeting that capped off a busy day of visiting or preparing worships or meeting with families and the community at the funeral home, eating three meals a day and two snacks was almost overwhelming. I’m not complaining about having the diabetes on top of everything else. The way I ignored my body and willfully subjected it to drive thru meals, irregular sleep patterns and little exercise made me a prime candidate according to the warnings we hear all the time about lifestyle risks. All things considered, I am managing this new lifestyle of order and advanced planning quite well. I am almost as good as Pavlov’s dog... I don’t salivate or drool, but when the alarm goes off on my phone four times a day, I dive for the cupboard or fridge and put something healthy into my mouth while poking myself with the insulin that will help digest it. All this food and still forty pounds of weight loss is quite a motivating perk! The other day, I was three quarters of the way through a slice of pumpernickel bread when I realized the phone was alerting me to a WhatsApp call, not telling me it was time to eat again. The lifestyle change has not only affected the way I eat, but every aspect of my life. One must rise early to fit in all the exercise, work and food expected, so my day starts consistently at 8-8:30 every morning. Again folks who know me know that mornings are the hardest when Rheumatoid Arthritis is a factor. Becoming a morning person has taken a lot of getting used to and it is good that I live alone. The animals and I are the only ones having to bear the grump of an early rise everyday. Who knows, with all these alarms and bells going off multiple times per day and my newly scheduled lifestyle, I may get these blogs sent on a regular schedule for production as well. I’ll go now and set that alarm for weekly! No doubt when it rings, I’ll make myself a snack before I sit to write! And I’ll phone my friend that thought I had been kidnapped, so she can be sure that the crazy response from the kitchen that day was in fact the new me - Steph 2.0!

Pride is okay when it is focussed outward and lavished upon someone else in order to build them up, right? Well, I am so proud of my congregation. Last evening at 6 PM a small, but committed few sat happily and excitedly in the pews amongst a gathered family for our very first mid-week Baptism Service. I am not sure that there will be much of a precedent set because many young families who return home and bring their children for baptism can and will do it on a Sunday morning during our regular worship service. But this family was different. The father of the child could only get a few days off work in Alberta and wanted to be part of the very special and sacred celebration for his son. He would not be in Newfoundland over a Sunday. And so, a dilemma. We don’t do private baptisms in the United Church. Unless there are life-threatening conditions for baby or mom, we celebrate the child’s welcome into the family of faith when we bring that child to church and introduce him or her to the family of God. Baptism used to be thought of as eternal fire insurance per se. Prior to baptism, a child who died was not introduced to God or given a name that God would recognize. At baptism, that name would be written in The Book of Life. Until then, that child could not be a citizen of heaven. Moving from that fear-based theology, we realize that God has named our children long before we ever choose a name for them. God loves them and blesses them abundantly long before the birth blesses us. And so, no private baptisms to introduce children to God. Instead, baptisms are glorious celebrations of welcome and introduction into the Family of God in a particular place! In contrast to the many times families gather to say temporary goodbyes to loved ones who have slipped from this life into the next, gathering for baptism is pure joy. And tonight, at 6 PM we experienced much joy and pride as the family of St. Matthew’s made a clear statement that relationship with God and with each other is more important than tradition! At first, when the request came in for baptism, I immediately began to say no because we baptize children on Sunday mornings in the presence of God and all of us. Rethinking, I realized that God shows up on Tuesdays and Thursdays and even the third Friday mornings of the month! God shows up everyday all day to be with us and so we should show up for each other because church is about relationships. And relationships rarely unfold in a tidy, prescribed fashion. If we want to stay relevant and minister to young families, we will have to be open to new ways of doing things. We will have to walk alongside them in new ways. And, you know what? God walks with us. Relationships of loving welcome do not simply mean opening the doors and requiring folks to come and be like us. Relationships are built on give-and-take, learning and growing together. Encouraged by a story the Moderator of the United Church told us at our Regional Meetings in May, our congregation has begun a special connection prayer ministry. An adult in our particular family of God promises to pray for the child being baptized by name everyday. Baptismal Birthdays will be recognized with a card reminding the child that their family back home loves and cares for them and prays for them everyday. One child. One adult. Committed love and a bonded relationship that will keep the baptized one (and their siblings) connected to God and us through prayer. Rooted and established in love. God’s love and ours. It is about growing relationships - with God and with each other! I am so proud!

Bless my little cotton socks! Well, bless more than that actually! It happened twice now in the last three days. First, I pulled up to the wicket at McDonald’s to pay for my coffee and the coffee for a friend and the woman handed me the drinks with a smile. “The lady ahead of you just paid for these.” I looked quickly to see who it was that turned onto the Main Street toward the church, but even with that glance, I couldn’t see who my angel for the day was. Then, I had just finished lunch at Jungle Jim’s in Gander with that same friend yesterday. Having had a medical appointment in the morning, I needed lunch before heading back to Lewisporte. Since I have become a four-needle a day diabetic (there will be a post about the lifestyle change that has brought on), I have had to make healthier choices for eating and fast food meals are out. Instead, stepping it up a bit, I choose salads and baked things, rather than deep fried or sugar packed options. I will give some of you time for that to sink in. I have had two months to adjust and you are all just meeting the new me! (Waiting, waiting...) Ready? On I go. So, I was in Jungle Jim’s ready to pay and go when the waitress said, “One of the men sitting in the back corner just paid for your meal.” My friend and l looked at each other and spun quickly to glance at the empty corner table. It happened again! This time I didn’t even have a chance to glance at my benefactor. Just leaving was a fun feeling, certainly one of gratitude and yet a mischievous feeling, too. Like we were dining and dashing! For those wondering, the meds have not yet started to work in any real way, so the new me is no faster than the one of old! Dashing wasn’t quite the movement in motion! But it felt fun! These random acts of kindness made my spirit smile and my heart sing! Singing praises to God for joy in life and praises for attentive people who watch for opportunities to bless others and make their day more special! Thanks to the special people who blessed my friend and I (and much more than our socks) the last couple of days by going out of their way to be kind.

Even Rollie knows. Rollie is one of my two cats and he knows that if you want to get attention, you have to get between your person and their screen. It never fails that when I sit down to write, Rollie sabotages my phone by sitting on it, dropping it or hiding it. Rollie knows that personal connection is best. Emailing, Facebook and texting have their place, but in-your-face love is the most effective way to communicate. Just like Jesus showed us. God did not stay in heaven and simply send the Word through the inspired prophets and leaders of Israel. There were many messages sent as we can see in the Old Testament, but when the scrolls were put away, God’s love letters were forgotten or willfully ignored. Knowing that love is an in-your-face action, God left the heavenly realm and made for earth in order to connect and communicate with humans made in God’s own image. The word became flesh and dwelt among us. God’s message of loving grace was no longer written only on scrolls, but shown through the compassionate presence of Jesus. Even after this real experience of humanity had ended, God stayed connected to earthlings by filling hearts with the loving, playful, creative, unpredictable and inspiring Spirit. God knew that to get people’s attention, it was necessary to get between their schedules and their screens. And God left us, the church, with the mandate to make and keep connections as we love and serve others. Because we are connected to the source of our being and inspired by the Word of our God, we are the love notes that God sends to the world. As you travel this summer and explore the beauty of Creation close to home or far away, remember your calling as the beloved children of God sharing love and staying connected to God and others by the Spirit. May it enliven your days and fulfill your joy!

He has risen! Jesus is not in the tomb! Now there is space for the ministers of the gospel who lived through Holy Week Services and Easter Celebrations to crawl in and have their three days of rest Hallelujah! For me, since Palm Sunday, I’ve been singing, “I owe, I owe! It’s back to work I go!” You can join me... Sing this in your head picturing the little Disney dwarfs with their pick axes and lunch buckets packed by their new roommate Snow White. Whistle, if you like! Palm Sunday, Jesus entered Jerusalem and with less fanfare, but triumphant nonetheless, I re-entered the pulpit. Not because I owe money for the mortgage or the power bill or groceries or other everyday items. Our National church, through Restorative Care, makes sure that salaries are covered while staff recuperate. My paycheque continued as always even though I was off for medical reasons, so I did not have to hurry back to work to save my material possessions. And yet, I came back with a debt of gratitude to pay! And so, I owe, I owe, it’s back to work I go! I love Holy Week and all the different ways that we share together ecumenically with our brothers and sisters in Lewisporte. So many kinds of worship and the creativity of walking the most treacherous and painful journey of Jesus’ life. Walking that journey with Jesus gives us an opportunity to relate to him as we enter his pain because he entered ours. I am grateful for a Saviour who is a Wounded Healer and whose vulnerability makes him strong, passing that same strength to us. God’s power is shown as strength in our weakness. As Jesus displayed the whole realm of humanity’s brokenness, he also allowed people to help him through the tender and terrible points of the passion account. I cannot begin to list the names of the people that I am grateful to, for fear of missing some. My people, my church and my community have surrounded me on my journey of late and I appreciate the prayers lifted, the food dropped off, the Sunday Services that were covered, the organization to fill the gap in my absence, the conversations and the immense amount of caring that has been showered upon me. All of which has contributed to strength in my pain and healing in my body. I have seen God through all of you. And I was grateful to come back to work, a small bit improved in health and a huge improvement in spirit! We live as Easter people, knowing the hope, joy and power of God seen through the garden, the cross and the empty tomb. Not just at Easter, but all the time, I recognize an unending refrain, “I owe, I owe, with praise and thanks I go!”

The juices are in and it is time to soak in the goodness. Both doses of my new medication have been infused 8 hours at a time. As the new medications flow throughout my system, my strength should increase and my symptoms decrease. With more energy and less swelling, I can get back to living life with zest. But for that, I wait. It could be up to 3 months before I see the total results. In the meantime, I celebrate every small improvement along the way. And so it seems appropriate to celebrate this tenth blog in a special way! So BBQ imagery it is! I know many friends who consider a good steak on the BBQ a celebration supper. Some places in our diverse country, Spring is sprouting and BBQs are being dusted off and placed in their spots on the patios and decks of eager grill masters. Here, in my most favourite climate, the celebratory season of BBQing is never truly put away. We simply don parkas and toques and grill any season. So as we fire up the feast and our taste buds and salivary glands kick into high gear, we mark the hurrahs and hallelujahs of light that will not be overcome by darkness. In the midst of our slow climb to success, each step is a celebration. Some big, some small. The tenth blog post seems small. My return to work this Sunday will be a much smaller parade as I re-enter the pulpit, than was Jesus’ triumphant entry to Jerusalem, but it is a great big deal to me and my congregation. And, of course, the marinade. All my new medications are finally in my system and there are very small improvements already, providing much reason for elation and hope. Much more improvement shall come as the mixture soaks in and adds strength of joy and zest to life. The image of the BBQ with the special marination of the steak goes a bit awry at this point though because marinade is for tenderizing the meat and in my case I will get less tender if the juices do their job! What are you celebrating, big or small, as we journey together through the successes and struggles of life?