Traffic Anarchy

Posted on January 15, 2018 by Donna Coulson

When the hurricane twins blew through, they took our electricity with them.  I’ve already talked about that and how wonderful having power back on at the house is.  Another aspect of the storms was that street lights and traffic lights were destroyed and damaged, and the ones that were still standing had no power to them.  Now, thanks to our hero linesmen, some (actually only a few) of the traffic lights have been restored.

Not many.  The result is that since the first of September, St Croix (and the other islands I’m guessing), have lived under a system of traffic anarchy. As you are visualizing what I’m describing, keep in mind that on St. Croix, we drive on the left hand side of the road but our cars are normal American cars where the driver sits on the left.  Add to that vision the reality that our roads are generally quite narrow and weren’t in great shape before the ladies came, and now they are, in some places, really challenging to drive over without falling into pot holes the size of a VW bug.

For several months, no intersection, no matter how busy, had any kind of regulation.  (There was one exception – the most treacherous intersection was graced with a traffic policeman with a whistle beginning just after the storms, and while that made us all feel a bit safer, it increased the time it took to travel through there at least four-fold!) And I think the success of this free-for-all system speaks highly about the kindness and laid-back attitude that makes St Croix special.  Because here’s how it works now under anarchy:  The street that most consider the main road gets the right of way.  That means that you can drive as fast as pot holes allow if you are going with the flow.  Now don’t worry, though, if you are trying to enter that main street from a cross road, you aren’t going to sit there for long, because as cars are driving happily on the main road, if you drive up from a side road, very soon someone on the main road will stop.  Of course, you will probably have to wait a few seconds while the other lane of traffic notices and stops too, but soon both directions will be waiting while the side traffic comes on or through.  With a quick beep on the horn to thank them and a quick beep back in return, traffic clears and everyone goes on their way.  Driving on the main road and needing to turn off?  It works the same way, stop and turn on your blinker.  Soon, someone will notice, stop, beep-beep at you and wait.  You beep back and turn in front.  It’s a beautiful thing to see drivers looking out for one another.  Yes, there are jerks out there and it isn’t all rosy, but in general, traffic anarchy works.  I wonder if it would on the mainland?

Last week, we witnessed another kind of traffic anarchy.  Since our recovery from the ladies started, we’ve had a Carnival ship docked at Frederiksted Pier (just below our house).  It is where most of the lineman and FEMA and other emergency support people from off-island are staying.  Alongside the cruise ship-turned floating apartment complex, there is a tender ship also at the pier. Add to that several private sailboats and catamarans plus a few dive boats and some fishermen and the area around the pier is a busy place.  Then, last week, we had two cruise ships full of tourist dock for the day.  To make room, the Carnival floating apartment building left – it pulled up anchor and went on a small cruise. The tender moved aside and forward, and both cruise ships docked side my side at the pier.  It was a beautiful day and I hope the visitors had a great day. About 5:30, I watched as the Carnival ship made its way back toward its home (I’m sure there were tired linemen waiting pier-side to get a shower and dinner after a long day.) The two cruise ships honked their big horns and started moving and the tender pulled out from the pier.  All fishing boats, sailboats and the dive boats made a quick exit as these huge ships began maneuvering, and Karl and I sat on our front gallery and enjoyed the show.  It didn’t take long for everyone to get sorted out, with the help of the pilot master being ferried between the big ships to help.  One cruise ship went north, one went south, the Carnival apartments tied back up as did the tender, and a slew of tired linemen were soon happy in their rooms and the sun settled into the sea for the night.

Just another day in paradise!

The farthest ship (to the right) is the Carnival floating apartment building. The other two are cruise ships leaving. Look hard just in front of the one to right and you can see the tender behind the trees. The small boat in the middle is the pilot boat!

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The control freak in me is NOT happy

Posted on January 8, 2018 by Donna Coulson

 

There’s a verse in Romans (12:12) that says, “Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”  When I think about that verse, I know that I’m pretty good at one (faithful in prayer), somewhat adequate at one (joyful in hope), and really lousy at one (patient in affliction).   Since ‘the ladies’ (named Irma and Maria) blew through my island, I’ve been tested on all three, and I think God has probably been disappointed in my lack of overall achievement.  It isn’t that I’m not hopeful, but joy has been hard to muster.   It isn’t that I don’t pray, I do, but when I’m honest I know that my prayers can sometimes be bratty temper tirades because I haven’t gotten my way.  Patient is a whole different story. I don’t identify with the idea of a snail’s pace.  Waiting on anyone, and sadly that includes the Lord, is not something I naturally have the time or desire for.  I don’t like just sitting around. Oops.  It’s become clear to me that God intends for me to learn a bit about patience.

Waiting has become the norm for me right now.  I’m waiting for paperwork to be completed, waiting for the insurance company to get back to me, waiting for our wall to be completed (they are working on it!), waiting for our new doors to arrive (they’ve been delayed three times), waiting for a package containing my new internet hot spot that is stuck in the black hole that some people call the Puerto Rico post office. The control freak in me has had to admit that there is nothing I can do or say that will hurry any of these things along.  The control freak in me is NOT happy.  I catch myself being snarky: God, could you please give the people in Puerto Rice brains enough to sort and send my package? (See what I mean about bratty tirades?) Other times I just feel weary and overwhelmed. I know that all is well with my soul, but the rest of me is struggling.

So?  So, I’ve been reading I Samuel.  I love David.  He gets anointed King, but doesn’t take office for a long time.  In fact, he has to wait on the Lord and Saul. In addition, he has to put up with Saul chasing him and trying to kill him.  Do you suppose he ever felt weary and overwhelmed in his wait?  Do you ever think he got snarky in his prayers about Saul?  It makes me feel better to think that maybe he did.  What is important, though, is the story of what David actually did.  He didn’t just sit around waiting.  He went and fought Goliath, he got married, he lived his life each day.  That is a relief to me.  Waiting on the Lord (or the insurance company or the post office), doesn’t mean sitting around doing nothing.  Hmmm.  Okay. The control freak in me feels better with this realization.  I think I’ll post this now and work on a novel.  Then maybe I’ll go scrub the kitchen floor.  I feel better already!

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Full Circle Again… Happy New Year 2018!

Posted on January 2, 2018 by Donna Coulson

 

I love New Year’s nearly as much as Christmas.  I’ve talked before about how I liked being a teacher because it was a career that provided complete circles – beginnings and endings each year.  What I love about it mostly is that, in both the end of a school year or the end of a calendar year, there is time to look back and think about what’s been learned and accomplished. It’s a time to pat yourself and others on the back, and also offer forgiveness and grace (to others and myself!).  As the circle ends, though, it also begins again. So, reminiscing can easy be left behind in favor of looking forward. Goals can be set, resolutions made.  When I wake up on New Year’s Day I feel somehow cleansed of the old and ready for the new.

I realize that in so many ways this is an artificial ending and beginning.  Every single one of the worries and complaints I had on December 31st have followed me into January. Many of the resolutions I thought about yesterday are old friends – I’ve made them many times before and not been as successful as I’d like in keeping to them (let’s see, exercise, worry less, eat healthier…). Even so, January brings a new thread of hope and determination that makes me happy and hopeful.  This year, I am leaving behind the destruction of two category five hurricanes with thanks for the regrowth and rebuilding and the love and support of so many.  I am leaving behind some of my fears and worries, and even while I do carry some with me, I am resolved to never stop trusting that God is walking with me and I’m not alone.

Sandy Point, St. Croix, USVI

On the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, Karl and I took a walk.  We walked about a mile down the beach to a place called Sandy Point.  The sun was shining but the wind was a bit chilly, the sand was loose and hard to walk on, and waves were actually crashing against the rocks, sending spray dancing in the sunlight.  I’d looked forward to a calm walk on the beach holding Karl’s hand, and this turned out to be something other than easy or peaceful.  We’d brought the snorkel gear with us, but there was no way I was getting into such rough water.  When we finally got back to where we’d parked the truck, we were pleasantly surprised to see two friends sitting in beach chairs enjoying their day.  Karl got our chairs and we joined them, glad to rest our legs and be in good company.  As we sat there chatting and watching the sun make its way to the horizon, I watched a turtle (probably a hawksbill), poke its head above water and look around.  As the next wave crashed over him, I saw him tumble as he was caught in its force, then he disappeared.  No doubt he was heading farther out and deeper where he could find peace from the agitation on the surface.  Just a few minutes later we spotted two dolphins.  Again, I only saw them for a few seconds as they played in the waves then disappeared, but even so it was a thrill and a gift to see them. Somehow dolphins convey joy to me.  That afternoon illustrates life so clearly.  The hard parts are often worth the effort because of the wild fierce beauty that accompanies it, and when the effort is finished, there is rest and welcome and joy. Sometimes we need to just keep walking even though the sand is loose and our legs are tired, sometimes we can dive deep and get out of the fray, other times we can mock the waves and play in them with disregard, but always, eventually,  there will be somewhere to find rest and welcome.

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Christmas recap

Posted on December 26, 2017 by Donna Coulson

 

Christmas didn’t arrive yesterday morning with a jolly elf dressed in a red suit, suspenders and a plush cap riding a sleigh.  No, not even close.  Christmas came yesterday at 6:22 a.m. with a crew of burly men dressed in tan or orange shirts with safety harnesses and hard hats riding bucket trucks.  Instead of opening packages first thing, we pulled up our lawn chairs and watched them plant two new power poles, and then settled in to enjoy the sight of lines being run.  We are on such a steep hill, they decided to hook up the wires for our house and our nearby neighbor the old fashioned way, a ladder for one and a man with spiked shoes and a leather strap climbing the other.

Climbing our neighbor’s pole. The cruise ship in the background is where many of the linemen and other workers here to help are staying.

 

Using a ladder (with ropes to make it safe) on our pole.

By 10:15, our house was wired and ready for electricity.  Our jolly and kind ‘elves’ moved on down the road, getting everyone else on our feeder line hooked up so that a little after five yesterday evening, they flipped a switch and sweet electricity once again flooded the lines and – Oh my!  I have lights in my bathroom, my ceiling fan works, I can have hot water all the time!  Karl baked an apple pie in the oven not on the grill!  We went to bed last night, Karl happy because he had his coffee maker plugged in and set to have coffee hot and waiting when he awoke, and me smiling at the actual best part of having electricity back… the peace that comes from a hundred generators now sitting quietly.  The profound absence of that incessant rumble.  I awoke several times in the night to listen to night sounds of frogs and the wind sighing in the tree, and taking note that a different neighbor’s generator was not running for the first time in the 77 days we’ve been back on island.

Heroes come in lots of sizes and situations.  My heroes right now are about 900 men who have flooded our territory with their willingness and hard work with one goal – to get the power back on.  On Christmas Eve, a crew was at the bottom of the hill dropping off a new power pole.

These men delivered a new pole at the bottom of our road on Christmas Eve. See the smiles? I’m not exaggerating when I say that these guys are always smiling.

 

Christmas morning 6:22 A.M. They’ve already planted the pole they delivered last night, and this lineman is adding the new line.

 

We took them some Christmas cookies – baked on the gas grill, I said goodbye to them and added, “See you on Tuesday.”  I assumed they were taking Christmas off.  He smiled.  “No, Ma’am, we’ll be here in the morning.  We came here to work.”  The three men who wired our house, Don, Chris and Lexie, are from South Carolina.  They all left family behind for Christmas, Chris’ two little girls opened packages from Santa without their Daddy yesterday.  Along with their mom and dad, those little girls sacrificed for me, though they don’t know it.  I do.  I appreciate it more than they know, not just because of the electricity that is now coursing happily through the veins of my home, but also because it renews my faith in people.  There’s been so much ugliness this year – the news is filled with hate and anger, violence and unforgiveness.  Just like the power being on has restored peaceful quiet to my island neighborhood, the sacrifice and kindness of the linemen has restored a hope in my soul that goodness and selflessness can prevail.

 

One last picture, Karl baking Christmas cookies on the grill.

Peace and love this Christmas! (and light!)

 

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In defense of Christmas cards and letters…

Posted on December 11, 2017 by Donna Coulson

I love sending and getting Christmas cards, and it pains me that the tradition seems to be dying out.  With Facebook and email, people just aren’t sending cards through the mail like they used to.  I think that’s tragic.  I refuse to succumb to this new normal, though, so my Christmas cards got mailed this week.  Tucked inside each card was an even older tradition/dinosaur – the Christmas letter.  Now I fully acknowledge that Christmas letters are passé, but I just can’t give them up. I write them with the hope that I’m staying in touch with people who have been important in my life but that I have little current contact with. And. I write them as a special kind of diary for myself.

See, I have a notebook that contains nearly all the Christmas letters I’ve written.  From 1984 until this year, I am missing four years.  I’ve just spent the last hour or so reveling in the last thirty plus years of my life.  In 1984 – the first one – Sam was not yet in school, Amy was in kindergarten, Hillary in second grade.  Karl had knee surgery and I wasn’t even a teacher yet.  Since then each letter chronicles how our three children grew up and moved out, and how we changed states, houses, jobs and dreams. There are terrific highlights.  The first mention of my cat and our terrific sons-in-law Jason and Bret, introducing Sam’s wife and our new granddaughter Madison make me smile.  As my technology advanced, letters evolved from dot-matix pages with stickers embellishing the margins to inserted pictures of smiling faces in color and with captions.  One of my favorite letters includes small pictures of each family member, including an ultrasound of Peyton before we knew she was Peyton.

Little Riley, Mom Hillary, Dad Jason,     and baby unknown (Peyton)

The letters are telling for what they say and also for how the news is phrased and what got left out.   As I read them, I feel again the pride of accomplishments and also the loss of loved ones, ended relationships, or news of hardships or sadness.  Of all the letters, Karl has written one.  I remember that year.  I was discouraged and world-weary and just couldn’t muster the joy necessary for writing.  He stepped in, and that too documents how he’s always been the rock and support of this family.

Maybe some year I’ll decide to stop mailing Christmas cards and letters.  I certainly have pared down the mailing list.  But I think that even if I don’t mail them, I want to continue to write a yearly Christmas letter.  Something healthy and important happens when I encapsulate the year into seven or eight hundred words.  It helps me focus on the blessings and dwell on the positive.

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Christmas Decorating

Posted on December 4, 2017 by Donna Coulson

Sometimes, perhaps many years, Christmas is daunting.  It is a lot of work.  Decorating for Christmas at my house can be a time consuming proposition.  In the past few years, I’ve done the minimum.  Last year, we put up a tree and sat out our favorite decorations – we were newly arrived on island and had many other things to do.  The year before that, my decorations were on island while we stayed in Wyoming, so I had to go to the dollar store and buy a few ornaments just to make it feel Christmas-y.   This year, I felt daunted and tired just thinking about decorating.  Usually I like to put up the tree the day after Thanksgiving.  I didn’t.  I toyed with the idea of just ignoring the whole season all together, what with the worry of hurricane recovery and no electricity.  But on Friday, I looked around my clean house and decided that it was time to do something.

I enlisted Karl to help bring the eight bins of decorations down from the attic.  Yes, I said eight – hefty, full bins.  Then, he kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the back yard to build shelves.  I dialed up Christmas music on the MP3 player and started work.  And at first, it felt like work.  I was trudging, grudging that I had so much to do.  Then.  Something wonderful happened.  Something Grinchy happened.  I unpacked a wreath and loaded new batteries in it and turned it on. A student named Cameron gave it to me back at the beginning of my teaching career.  The wreath has a little track on it.  It’s motion activated, and when it turns on a train goes around the wreath, lights blink and Jingle Bells – an actually kind of annoying version of Jingle Bells, plays.  Every year I put it on our dining room table so that anytime someone walks by, the little thing goes off.  And I smiled to hear it.  I thought about Cameron, who would be about 36 years old now (I had him in 1992 when he was a 4th grader…)  I hope he is in the midst of a terrific life.

train wreath

From then on, decorating became fun.  With each ornament or decoration I was immersed in memories of past Christmases and of precious people and times.  I reveled at the two nativity scenes that I acquired  when I lived in Spain, and later the fragile glass ornaments that I bought there – when I was a different person living such a different life that even my name wasn’t the same – splurging because we really couldn’t afford them but they called to me.

I smiled at the beautiful hand crafted ornaments my sister Nancy made me over several years – and frowned that she stopped making them because of an unkind word from someone.  (Not me!)

From my sister Nancy. This delicate beading must have taken hours.

I got a little teary when I hung up a little ball that looks like a pixie face.  It came from my Mom, who purchased it well before Christmas- and even before Thanksgiving the year she died.  Mom didn’t spend the holidays on earth that year, but her love and her gift remain to keep me company.

A last gift from my mom. Beside it is a glass bauble from Spain.

 

There’s the bone china ornament from Catherine – a first grader I had in 1993.  Her mom always impressed me as one of the most dignified and regal women I have ever met.  Here’s the wooden angel my friend Lula gave me.  Here’s a mechanical ‘Hop-On’-Pop ornament that I have no idea what it has to do with Christmas but makes me smile.

Hop – on – Pop for Christmas?

The afternoon slipped by and by the time Karl came in, I’d heard Miss Piggy and Kermit sing “The Twelve Days of Christmas” stream happily out of the stereo speakers and my house had been transformed into a joyful celebration of the birth of our Lord.

My finished living room. Hanging hand-crocheted snowflakes and all!

Somehow, amid all the pressures life can throw at us, Christmas reminds us of the simplicity and beauty we’ve been given.  Our Savior is here.  He came to save us and each Christmas we can let the season either bog us down or remind us of all that is right.

 

 

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Goodness

Posted on November 27, 2017 by Donna Coulson

This week I have been showered with gifts of goodness, grace, and kindness from lots of directions, and I have to admit that the joy of receiving them has been a salve to my heart this week. This good sweetness has come in lots of forms and through many types of delivery systems. Some were from people who know and love us.  This week, Karl and I were showered with lavish generosity from our mainland church body.  Though I’ve written to tell them thank you, I am certain that they have no idea how much their generosity and good support has bouyed me up. A call to check on me and tell me she loved me from my sweet ‘bonus daughter’, a long conversation and heartfelt offer for help from the daughter I birthed, a box in the mail full of wonderful goodies from my sister, an afternoon out to the movies with new friends from church.  Those reminders that I am thought about and important and loved has gone a long way this week.  But then there are the other little gifts that came from more random sources: a lady at the FEMA office recognized me and remembered my name, though I’m certain she’s dealt with hundreds of people in the month since I last saw her.   Several quick conversations with perfect strangers have also been a gift this week. I shared my bug spray and a smile with a couple at Jazz in the Park, had a chat with some ladies while in line at the post office,  had a car stop and wait for me to go first though it wan’t my turn.  Looking someone who is different from me in the eye and taking a minute to cherish the connection is sweet.   Being recognized, being important enough to have your name remembered is a gift that costs nothing but is worth much. Other random goodness hasn’t come from people at all.  Watching a hawk soar just because he can, taking a moment to watch the antics of an anole (like a gecko only cuter), having my hibiscus plant flower.  Yes.

We are told often that we need to see the big picture and that we need to be global in our thinking.  Well, right now the globe is too big for me to take on.  I’ll stick with little slivers of my world that are beautiful and gentle and that promote calm and peace.  I will hold on for dear life to the tiny acts of goodness and grace and kindness and joyous surprise that get me through each day.

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Call the ‘Whaa-ambulance”!

Posted on November 20, 2017 by Donna Coulson

Since we only have generator power right now and no internet, that means no TV – except for movies on DVD.  We only have a few DVDs so we put a call out to a couple of friends who threw some of their favorite movies into a priority mail box and mailed them to us.  So, in the evenings we’ve been having fun watching a movie.  The best part for me is how the movies our friends sent us reflect them and their love for us.

Saturday night, we watched a movie called “The Kid” with Bruce Willis.  The basic story is that the Bruce Willis character is a successful man who is visited by his eight-year-old self.  It’s not a hallucination, others can see the boy, and the two Rustys eventually realize that they are together to somehow change their own life.  It is a funny and touching and poignant.  (I don’t think I’ve ever actually used that word before, hmmm, maybe a little ostentatious, but it works…).  Anyway, one of my favorite recurring lines in the film is when the older, harder, colder Bruce Willis tells others who are complaining that he’ll call the “Whaa-ambulance” for them.  (And I love that our friend, Liz, who sent us the movie says that’s her favorite part, too!)

So Saturday evening I went to sleep thinking about how often I whine and need someone to call me a “Whaa-ambulance”.  Certainly often enough for the 911 operator to lose patience no doubt.  I’ve blogged several times about whining.  I talk with Karl and friends about my worries.  It’s how it works.  There’s nothing wrong with needing a “Whaa-ambulance” once in a while. On Sunday morning we went to church, and Pastor John’s sermon was the last of a series based on 2 Corinthians 1: 1-7.  The point of the series was that God is the God of all Comfort.  I’ve been listening carefully to this series, wondering why it is I don’t feel all that comforted a lot of the time. Thinking that this sermon was going to provide me with the key to accessing God’s comfort.  How to call the Divine “Whaa-ambulance”, if you will.  But.  That didn’t happen.  Instead, one of the points he made was that when we are complaining, we are shutting out God and not being open to the comfort He is providing.  Ouch.  He went on to say that the afflictions we face in our lives are not about us.  Wait, what?  Of course it is about me.  I’m hurt, I’m sad, I’m worried, everyone should know that, God should know that, and God should fix it.

Right?  right?  oh dear…

 

Hmm, where was I?  Oh yes, afflictions and trials and sadness are not about us, they are about glorifying God and showing others how His power enables us to walk on the water despite the stormy seas. The Corinthians passage tells us that Christ’s comfort overflows in us so that we can share it with others.  Okay, then.  Here’s my Thanksgiving week aha and challenge: When I whine, I am talking so loudly that I can’t hear the still small Voice that speaks to me.  So, I’m going to work on rebuking that childish donna’s voice in favor of listening to God’s!

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Make Your Own Fun

Posted on November 13, 2017 by Donna Coulson

Wherever you go, (in my philosophy of life), you have to make your own fun.  Rarely does life just hand you frivolity and because of that, we are almost wholly responsible for finding and / or manufacturing our own fun.  I was just reading a devotion that discussed happiness and how happiness is the byproduct of doing something meaningful.  It went on to look in depth at how living in the Spirit and walking in God’s Will brings a deep joy (and happiness) into our souls.  I agree with this, certainly. However. That is not at all what I’m talking about this morning.

What I’m talking about is when life is hard or the day is mundane and humdrum, or I’m verging on bored or crabby and Karl grabs me, sings a ‘ditty’ in my ear and dances with me around the kitchen.  Or hanging out laundry and being worried about life’s troubles and then noticing one of the neighbor’s turkeys standing right behind me with the blank silly face that only a turkey can have, and laughing out loud.

A couple of late afternoons ago, Karl and I had just finished trimming about twenty five miles of overgrowth at the side of our road (ok, it was about two hundred feet, but it took hours, I ran into stinging nettles several times, and I was filthy and tired and HOT so it felt like miles…) Anyway, we were surveying our work and talking about the construction that will soon begin to shore up our hill and keep our house from falling over the edge.  My body was tired, by legs ached and I was feeling overwhelmed.  While we were standing there, I noticed an iguana sunning himself on a limb.  Now I’ve talked about iguanas before.  They are so pre-historic looking – mini godzillas that do damage to our yard and dig holes in our hill.  We do not appreciate iguanas much.  So the fact that this arrogant fellow was at his leisure on one of my tree branches when I was so dirty and tired was enough to just tick me off.  Clearly, Karl felt the same way.

Karl picked up a rock and, channeling his younger days of playing baseball and softball, he threw a fastball straight at that relaxing lizard and knocked it right off the branch!  Yay!  One for us.  Then, of course, the fun was on.  We forgot how tired we were (sort of) and began hunting for tree top iguanas.  By the time Karl’s arm was tired and we couldn’t find any more near us, my pitching ace mate had knocked three more of the handsome reptiles totally out of the trees they were enjoying and annoyed three others enough that they climbed down on their own.  We had no illusions that he’d done any damage to his targets other than simply aggravating them, but by the time we were done and heading up the hill to the house for a shower, we were both laughing and congratulating ourselves on not only ridding the trees of iguanas but also a good days’ work done.

I can’t really think of a place in the Bible that talks about fun. There’s not a commandment about it.  I can’t imagine the likes of Abraham or Solomon playing practical jokes, or dancing in the kitchen or lobbing stones at iguanas (though I do think David, who danced with all his might would certainly understand!).  But I know for sure that the ability to have fun is a God-given blessing. So here’s my advice for the week:  Make your own fun!

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God of all Comfort

Posted on November 6, 2017 by Donna Coulson

Pastor John at Frederiksted Baptist preached a timely and thoughtful sermon yesterday (as he does every Sunday!).  Since the hurricanes he’s been centering his thoughts on II Corinthians 1:3 that says “God is the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort.”  John’s messages for the weeks since the storms have been full of hope and reminders that even in the hard parts, God is with us and offering us respite from our suffering.

Now I have a small piece of notebook paper in my Bible, tucked into the gospels, that has listed on it the seven things Jesus said from the cross.  The paper is a result of another sermon, years ago.  On the cross, Jesus’ words were sparse, but significant.  He first asked God to forgive, then he gave one of the robbers beside him Hope by promising that he would join Jesus in Paradise. Third, he made it clear to his friend John that he needed to look after Mary for Him.  Next, Jesus stated ‘I thirst.’ It wasn’t a complaint, just a fact. After that, with the full weight of all the sin of the world on Him, he cried out “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”  His sixth statement was “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”  And last – and this is my favorite one – He said, “It is finished.” Apparently, this three word phrase in English was from Jesus’ lips just one word, and the connotation of that one word was of victory.  The underlying meaning, then, meant “Yes!” and had His hands not been nailed down, the statement could have been accompanied by a fist pump.

There were seven statements and as Pastor John pointed out yesterday, “Jesus didn’t give a mumbling word on the cross.” – Meaning that Jesus wasn’t up there complaining and whining.  The question John was exploring was why didn’t Jesus complain? The answer is clear – it was because of the ‘super abundance’ of comfort and hope that Jesus was wise enough to keep in his thoughts and mind as He was suffering.

That’s the whole thing, though, isn’t it?  There are times when I’m successful at keeping the Hope of the Lord in my mind.  There are times when my eyes stay strongly fixed on the face of Jesus and I walk upon the waves on my way to Him.  And then.  Drat.  There are other times when I lose that focus and the noise and the bad news and the trouble all around me take up my attention and I feel alone and lonely and scared and sad and I start to drown.  It’s easy, when I wake up and check the news and see that at least 26 people were killed while they were worshipping yesterday in some sort of random act of hate, and then I read that nearly immediately people were blaming anything but the hate and sin  (Republicans? guns?) or insulting anyone who prays, then it is pretty easy to not hear the still, quiet voice that offers me both short term and eternal – and complete – Comfort.

So, here’s my goal for this week and a challenge I extend to you:  I am going to do my very best this week to stand firmly on II Corinthians 1:5.  Every time my stomach begins to hurt, or I start to worry, or I feel hopeless, I am going to try to stop and focus on this.  When Jesus was on the cross, he cared about others, He identified his own needs, then when He was feeling forsaken and alone, He gave up His own will and rested in the Father. Finally, he finished His job and actually saw that comfortable light at the end of the tunnel. That’s where I’m going to live this week. “For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.”

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