This week I am away on my yearly planning/prayer/study retreat. In place of my blog we have a guest blog from Dr. Munier Nour.  Munier works in pediatrics in Calgary, he is husband to Mary, and father to Elias and their newest edition James.

“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” ― C.S. Lewis

Working in pediatrics, I have the privilege of working with families during some of the most delicate times in their lives – times things don’t go as planned. Recently, I’ve had close interactions with a family whose baby did not develop properly in utero. The birth of their child coincided very closely with the birth of our second son, James. As I interacted with them, I ached with the knowledge that I had a healthy, perfectly formed newborn – something they so longed for.

Outside of clinic, my summer has been filled with studying for my final clinical exam in September. I once again find myself burdened by uncomfortably large text books and a steady supply of caffeine. I often find myself frustrated that during the beautiful weather of summer my skin is warmed by florescent lights rather than the sun. I tend to resent the material I am studying, rather than be amazed.

Occasionally, though, it hits me. Did you know at least four hormones manufactured in six different sites keep your blood calcium tightly in balance? If your calcium level gets too high you’ll develop kidney stones, too low and you’ll have a seizure. Your cells have a complex mechanism to sense when to make more hormones. Each hormone is manufactured following a precise blueprint in your DNA then carried through your bloodstream until it finds the precise receptor. These hormones keep your calcium at just the right level – not too high, not too low. Calcium is just one of hundreds of minerals and compounds the body tightly regulates.

Even despite whole volumes written on hundreds of the body’s mysteries, a similar phrase continues to pop up in my textbooks: “This process is not fully understood” or “the mechanism is not yet known”. It seems strangely similar to what Paul wrote: “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise and discard the intelligence of the intelligent.” So where does this this leave the philosophers, the scholars, and the world’s brilliant debaters? God has made the wisdom of this world look foolish…The foolish plan of God is wiser than the wisest of human plans, and God’s weakness is stronger than the greatest of human strength. (1Cor 1:19-20,25)

Even as I write this blog entry, the above hormones are at work, not to mention countless other behind the scenes actions of my body. My heart is pumping 74 gallons of blood in an hour, my nerves are sending near instantaneous signals between my brain and fingers, while my lungs exchange gases to keep me alive. Again, each process an infinitely complex miracle – yet simply taken for granted.

I am thankful to be given a chance to explore a bit deeper the mysteries of the human body and use that knowledge to help others. It is a unique chance to daily see the ways in which His creation declares the glory of God.

As I enjoy watching James grow before my eyes I am reminded of God’s grace and goodness. To see God’s perfect design unfolding as James grows and develops. His eyes now recognize familiar faces and light up with recognition and adorable smiles… nothing short of a miracle.

You have made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered!        Psalms 139:13-17

Question:  What do you take for granted, that you should worship God for?  Leave your comment below.

I am on vacation at this time and while I am beaching it up I will have guest blogs once a week. Today’s blog is from Christine Benoit, who is a business owner and mother of two.

Before falling deeply in love, having two children, becoming a military wife and moving to Kingston Ontario, I had the great pleasure of growing up by Nova Scotia’s lush South Shore coast line.

The rich memories of having sunny days at the beach, countless hours of hunting for sand dollars and beach glass, and watching breathtaking sunsets are just a few things I think on often.  However my fondest memories have me reflecting on the church I grew up in, Pleasantville United Baptist Church.

The community of my youth is called Pleasantville and the church there had, and still today has, a fantastic children’s ministry.  Among the children’s ministry are the usual programs like Awana, VBS (Vacation Bible School), church camp, youth group and so on and so forth.  Needless to say it was/is a great way to teach kids about Jesus while having loads of fun.  I’ve always been so thankful for that ministry and its bearing on my life.  And today I’m thankful that it now has a bearing on my children’s lives.

Many of the people that served at Pleasantville Baptist Church are still there to this day, offering themselves to the little community of Pleasantville with a great desire to see today’s youth impacted for the Kingdom of God.  Always ready with a joke and a smile, they are just great people all around.

As many of you know, my kiddies, (Gabriel and Renee) get to spend a month with my parents in Nova Scotia every July.  This year is a bit different for them.  For one reason or another in years prior we were unable to put the kids in the VBS week at the PB church, activities or something always got in the way.  However this year, was the first year they were able to attend.

My children have jumped into the VBS program full force and wake up every morning asking “can we go to VBS yet Nanny??”  Nothing makes me happier then knowing my children are consistently learning about God’s character as well as the living Word.

To this day it surprises me the things I can recall from VBS and Awana.    So I know that my kids will feel the same way in the future.  It’s such a blessing to have been steeped in rich biblical teaching at such a young age.

As a parent you wonder all the time what your kids will grow up to be like, and the major component to that thought pattern is the health of their Christian faith.

I know the foundation I had growing up has made a deep impact on my spiritual life.   I will hold on to that foundation with purpose and intent in order to carry on a generational love and desire to “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.” Mark 12:30 (ESV)

The programs we offer at KAC (Kingston Alliance Church) are affecting lives of youth more then we’ll ever know, and this is a great support for parents.  Having a church that offers such strong programs outside the home that reinforce the biblical principles and Godly values you teach there is an invaluable alliance, one I’m so pleased to have.

Proverbs 22:6, “Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.” (ESV)

Question: How do you ensure you are passing on important truths to others? Leave your comment below.

I am on vacation at this time and while I am beaching it up I will have guest blogs once a week. Today’s blog is from Adrian Greyling who is a financial planner,  husband to Shawna, and father to Leah, Ian and Avery.

As a family, we enjoy camping, and got the opportunity to do so recently.  Although Shawna took care of 99% of the packing, it’s my responsibility (mostly) to get it all in the van (or into the pop-up trailer we drag around).  Since our office closes at 1:00pm on Fridays over the course of the summer, we had the opportunity to make our way to Presqu’ile Park a little bit earlier.  After getting home from the office nice and early, I set a (very arbitrary) deadline of 2:30pm to be on the road.  Of course we missed that deadline by about half an hour, but it was an arbitrary deadline anyway, and if traffic wasn’t too bad, we’d still hit the campground with plenty of time to set up and get dinner underway.

Barreling down the 401, I had a revelation.  Nope, not the good kind either…  After Shawna and I were discussing what was on the menu for Friday evening, (hamburgers & hotdogs) it dawned on me that I forgot the portable BBQ in the garage.  Too bad that wasn’t the worst of what I’d forgotten…  I had also forgotten to bring the keys to the trailer.  Now we’re hurtling down the 401 with a big brick on wheels behind us that’s eating into my gas mileage and has no useful function when we get to the campground, except make it look like we belong there.

At this point, camping isn’t the enjoyable getaway it usually is…

After setting up camp, (which included using an axe to open locked compartments on the trailer) we stuck to the menu of burgers and hotdogs, although the cooking method, (that is, frying!) left much to be desired.  (Nothing like draining your hamburger on paper-towel before eating it!)

Thankfully, the weather forecast looked great all weekend.

Then the rain came on Saturday morning.  Not a light sprinkle the kids can still play in, but a rain more akin to drought relief.  Camping in the rain is, well, unpleasant.  You can tolerate mosquitoes, you can build fires when it’s cold, but when everything is wet, camping isn’t fun anymore.

I was sitting across from Avery as we ate Cheerios for breakfast together, listening to the rain and wondering how long it would take to become stir crazy from being cooped up in a little trailer when I looked out of the plastic “window” at the trees.  At this point, 16 hours into our camping trip, the beauty of the park (even in the rain!) kind of caught me off guard.  It’s no wonder it’s a popular place to visit, I thought, God really put some sparkle into this little corner of His creation.  It reminded me of the cliché, “Sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees.”  In my case, being self-absorbed with my “camping woes” was blinding me to one of the primary enjoyments of camping; seeing God’s creation in all it’s beauty, up close and personal!  It made me wonder how many other blessings I’ve missed that God puts squarely in front of me to notice.  Or that I take for granted because I’m staring at my own shoes.  The Psalmist wrote, “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.”  Our lives should declare God’s glory too, and if we’re willing to count our blessings, we’ll quickly run out of fingers and toes as we realize how incredibly blessed we are!  Self-absorption can’t do that!

Question: What do you do to remind you to look for God’s blessings in your life?  Leave your comment below.

I am on vacation at this time and while I am beaching it up I will have guest blogs once a week. Today’s blog is from Dr. Bruce Pritchard, who is a retired physician.

You never know where a path may lead so travel carefully, looking to the future and asking for God’s guidance.

It’s now strawberry time and that reminds me of experiences from the past.

When I was 15, I looked very hard for a summer job.  Good summer jobs in the late 50s were difficult to find if you were not yet 16.

I was the envy of my friends when I found one that paid 5 cents for every basket of strawberries I could pick.  The work was at the Experimental Farm in Ottawa.  Each day started with a wagon ride to the fields at 7:30 in the morning.

The berries were the best you could get anywhere and although you could not carry any home in your hand, you could eat as many as you wanted while you were on the job.  They were large, firm, sweet and absolutely delicious but for some reason, after three days of picking and eating, I didn’t care if I ever saw one again.  The job lasted a few weeks.  Having enjoyed the benefits of earning what seemed like a lot of money in a short time, I wanted to find further employment.

I remember praying with my mom and dad about finding another job.  On the last morning in the strawberry field, I was offered work cleaning out Experimental Farm chicken coops.  This was not the most desirable employment but I was promised that if I did a good job and something more attractive came up, I might be able to move on.  Chicken coop cleaning was about as much fun as it sounds.  Apart from having to work in small, very hot, very stinky, dirty rooms, the job was fine.  There were lots of chickens and they had produced not-so-hidden treasures all over the place.  The work was tolerable as by then I was earning 65 cents an hour.  I had so much money I couldn’t spend it all even after putting half in the bank as savings.

After a couple of weeks, I moved on to cleaning out and cataloging the contents of a chemical storeroom that supplied a number of labs in a research building.  Some of the chemicals had not been used or moved for years.  The job was fascinating.  The full time staff person I was working for showed me lots of very interesting chemical reactions.  One reaction conducted in an outdoor court yard attracted the attention of several fire trucks, police and security.  It was suggested that we not repeat that particular demonstration.

Research scientists came to me for their supplies.  They made me feel much more important than I was as before I was on the scene, they simply came into the storeroom and got what they needed.  I started to become very interested in science.  The next year I went back to working in the same storeroom initially but then I was offered a job in a real scientific laboratory.

A large part of the new job involved conducting long experiments in a basement lab that was kept at a few degrees above freezing.  We were expected to be present in the cold room for 3 to 4 hours at a time at intervals around the clock when the experiments were running.  This may sound like a great way to spend the hot summer as we were working in buildings that were not air conditioned.  The main lab was on the fourth floor and that was the only storage area for the parkas that we wore when working in the cold lab.  Many times I recall wearing my heavy parka in 85 to 90 degrees Fahrenheit Ottawa summer heat while carrying bottles of chemicals and riding down on the elevator to the amazement and wonder of fellow riders.  Did I mention that some of my companions in the experiments were specially selected white rats?  The 30 or so rats felt the same enthusiasm as I did when it came to collecting daily blood samples.  Apparently the rats had not read the manual where it said they would not be bothered by sampling from the tips of their tails.

The next summer I worked in a lab again.  This time I was working on nozzle design for aircraft involved with spraying DDT to control the spruce budworm population in New Brunswick.  Thankfully I was never in contact with DDT.  The lab technician who worked with the pesticide for many years had so many unusual symptoms that even then, at my level of non-expertise, it suggested dangerous toxicity.  I decided DDT research was not for me.

My summer experiences in different areas of scientific research led me to take university courses majoring in chemistry and physics.  University classes led to several summers of work for the Department of National Defense in Suffield, Alberta.  But that is another story.

Who would have thought that picking strawberries in Ottawa would lead to researching characteristics of human skin permeability in far-off Suffield?

The point of this tale is that we never know where our life experiences may lead.  Working hard even in unattractive jobs can pay off in unimaginable ways.  I believe that asking God to guide our steps is the most important part of following life’s path.

Question: How has God guided your steps along life’s path?  Leave your comments below.

Recently our 17 month old learned how to say NO!  She had been very good at saying YEAH enthusiastically for months now, which has made her an incredibly agreeable person to be around.  However, along with NO comes a whole new battle of willpower.  Don’t get me wrong, NO has plenty of valuable assets in conversation with a child who only knows about a dozen words, but definitely knows what she wants.  For instance, this evening, my wife asked her if she would like a carrot.  She emphatically replied with a strong NO, thus exerting her opinions and desires about said carrot.  This can be very helpful in distinguishing what one wants in life.  The YEAH’s and NO’s of daily conversation have helped us to understand what our daughter needs and wants more readily.

However, as true as the above is, when both the YEAH’s and NO’s make themselves apparent in regards to a singular topic or event, one can only conclude that she has no concept of logic as of yet, but definitely wants to assert her own will.  Case in point:

Shar:      “Alana, do you want to go swimming in your pool?”

Alana:   “YEAH!!!!”

Shar:      “Okay, let’s put your bathing suit on.”

Alana:   “No.”

Shar:      “I thought you wanted to go swimming.”

Alana:   “YEAH!!!!”

Shar:      “Then you need to put your swimsuit on!”

Alana:   “No.”

This conversation could have continued into eternity had Shar not forgone patiently reasoning with the unreasonable, and enforced parental will upon our daughter.  Needless to say, Alana had a great afternoon swimming in her pool … with her bathing suit on.  Shockingly, this same conversation has replayed itself out more than once this past week.

As futile as the above conversation may seem, these are the types of situations that God uses to reveal an “Aha” moment.  My wife was struck by the realization how our infinitely patient Father in Heaven must think that we all act like a bunch of irrational 17 month olds.  Proverbs 3:1 says, “My child, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in mind.  Then you will live a long time, and your life will be successful.” (NCV)  The bible is full of these assurances that if “a” is done then “b” will result.

“If you want to go swimming, then you put on a bathing suit.”

“If you want to have a successful life, then follow God’s commands.”

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?  Then why is it that we have such difficulty following such simple logic?  Why is it we always seem to falter somewhere along the line?  Why is it that following God’s simple commands to love, trust, honour  and obey turns into us trying to assert our own will over our lives?  Clearly He knows best, He did create us after all, and He created us to love Him with all of our heart, soul and mind.  It’s during these sorts of moments that I begin to realize how close to infancy I am in my faith, how much more like a 17 month old I am then like a 28 year old.  It surely is a marvelous thing that God’s ways are not my ways.  May we praise Him together for his incredible patience in withholding His judgement just so that He could provide the only way to reconciliation.  Thank you father for loving us as your own and gently showing us the truth of your will, your promises, your glory … the proper way to go swimming.

Sincerely

Stephen and Sharilyn De Bliek.

Question: In what ways do you assert your own will over your life?  Leave your comments below.