01 Apr

How Relevant is your health?

By Rick Mautz

Recently, a friend talked to me about the importance of the church being relevant. This thought has stayed with me and I have started to look at most everything that I do and its relevancy to real life issues.

As health ministry director, the first place I began to apply this z was in the area of health. Logically you would think that your health would be the highest on your list of relevant subjects but it is usually relegated to the level of “what ever happens will happen, I have too many other important things to concentrate on”.

Even though it is certainly connected to the matter at hand, we put it on the back burner, and there it stays until something pushes it to the top of our priority list. Unfortunately by that time it is often too late.

Take a look and see if any of these examples ring a bell in your life.

Every year you seem to put on a few more pounds but it is gradual and doesn’t shock you into doing anything until the doctor informs you that you are now obese, or maybe even morbidly obese. And with this condition come the added side effects of high blood pressure, heart disease and diabetes, not to mention your inability to hike and do things with your kids or grandchildren.

You have not been feeling the best, you tire easily and you are always thirsty. You don’t even want to see your doctor because you are in denial and feel that if you don’t have an official diagnosis of diabetes you are OK. When you finally see him, you are relieved when he tells you that you are pre-diabetic. So you don’t have to get serious about changes yet. Would it make a difference if you knew that by the time you have the official diagnosis of diabetes you will have lost at least 75 percent of your insulin-producing cells in your pancreas, all by ignoring your pre-diabetic blood sugar state.

Who enjoys having a colonoscopy? Not me, that’s for sure. So you put it off, you are pretty healthy, why worry? But what if you are the one that gets colon cancer? Early screening could have detected that slow growing pre-cancerous polyp before it was too late. Your family will thank you for making a choice that keeps you in their life for many years to come.

Yes I am out of shape and have not been careful about what I eat. Some people even say I am a heart attack waiting to happen. But I do get a check-up every year, so if the doctor sees anything he can take care of it with medication or surgery, so I don’t worry much. That’s what Meet the Press commentator Tim Russert thought at age 58. Two months after a complete heart workup he dropped dead of a heart attack. For 50 percent of people the first symptom of heart trouble is sudden death. There is not much you can do after that. Remember you are the chairman of the board of your health, you need to take it seriously and make good choices now and not put it off till a more convenient time. You can become heart attack proof through your lifestyle.

Is it relevant enough to save your life?

What will motivate us to see our health and how we manage it as very relevant to our daily lives?

One can assume that someone reading this article has decided, “I am going to make my health a priority. My family is important and I want to be around for a long time.” If so, it is never too late to start on a lifestyle that will improve your health. For instance, I know of people who have been able to achieve non-diabetic blood sugar levels without medication in two weeks. Others, who had risky arteries, became heart attack proof in two weeks.

Here are a few pointers to get you started:

Get the support of those around you, especially the one that does the cooking.

Check out some of the videos on the Rocky Mountain Conference Health Ministry website rmcsda.org/healthy. Check out “The Hidden Epidemic,” and the diabetes section first. Go back and look at these resources often for encouragement if and when you slip up.

For heart health, visit Caldwell Esselstyn’s website heartattackproof.com.

See your physician, and let him know that you are ready to make some lifestyle changes, get a baseline for where you are so you can monitor your progress.

Walking is a simple and safe exercise. Start slow and add a little more as you are ready. Overdoing is the undoing of most good intentions.

A whole food, plant based diet is helpful for each condition mentioned above. You can find great evidence based information on nutritionfacts.org. Great cooking instructions can be found on “Naturally Gourmet” on rmcsda.org/healthy.

Pray for strength to succeed. God is available and able to give you victory.

If I can be of help, please e-mail me at [email protected].

Now, go out and enjoy life with your health as your priority.

Rick Mautz is RMC health director.

01 Apr

Helping the homeless in boulder

By Joshua De Oliveira

The distinct smell of unwashed clothes and hair begins to fill the basement of our church in Boulder. Men of various ages and sizes trot down the stairs carrying stacks of thin Boulder Outreach for Homeless Overflow (BOHO)-provided blankets which they spread on the floor. Many of the men bring their own sleeping bags. My mom, brother, and I, along with a rotating volunteer, set up our food station. We offer simple items—sandwiches, noodles, pizza, cookies—along with a variety of hot and cold drinks. Most of the men thank us profusely. Many stop to chat.

One of the men, who wears a surgical mask over his stringy grey beard, presumably covering up some sort of injury, grins wildly and explains that he cut his own hair in a McDonald’s restroom with a pair of broken scissors. He is in an unusually good mood. Usually he rants about conspiracies to kill him. He thinks everything we serve tastes like formaldehyde. He tells stories about toxic sewage sites in the mountains containing huge amounts of radiation. He’ll mumble about a brother taken away by the government for secret testing. He hasn’t seen him for ten years. He sees talking wolves on Pearl Street.

We listen and respond to this man and to all the others who have sad stories, tragic stories, sometimes crazy-sounding stories. We often feel depressed at how little we have to offer. Macaroni and cheese. A hard rectangle of lino on the basement floor. But listening makes me feel good about what we’re doing. Listening is one of the greatest acts of service a human can provide to another. Everyone craves attention, especially when they have nothing else and are so undervalued by society. Churches often talk about the need to serve and that the servants will come first in the eyes of God. It isn’t always easy or comfortable to serve, but I’m glad we make it a priority to try to make a small difference in the lives of some of the most vulnerable people in our community.

Boulder Seventh-day Adventist Church is one of 14 hosting congregations that partner with BOHO. It provides shelter every Tuesday for a small group of Boulder homeless individuals with a record of good behavior.

Joshua De Oliveira is a sophomore at Boulder High School. He is co-leader of the Boulder Seventh-day Adventist Church’s BOHO Residents’ Shelter.

01 Apr

Healing the body by tending the spirit

By Jude Keller

Sometimes just a moment is all we need to be inspired, to find peace, or to experience a new understanding. In 2015, Healing Arts, a program integrated with CREATION Health, provided over 50,000 of these moments to patients, families and visitors at our Adventist hospitals in Denver, Colorado.

Healing Arts is designed to intentionally integrate the arts into healthcare, creating an environment that doesn’t just treat illness, but provides an inspiration for living. Our program is funded solely by community donations to each Adventist hospital foundation and uses visual arts, music, nature, and community outreach to touch and inspire the spirit and heal the body.

Every day, we see how Healing Arts creates meaning, inspiration, and healing in the lives of our patients, families, and staff. How therapeutic bedside music profoundly touches our spirits; how a gentle hand or foot massage reduces the anxiety of a patient facing surgery; the delight of a concert in the lobby, and the inspiration that comes from an emotional connection to beautiful artwork in our hospital galleries.

Lynn, who was visiting her mother, recalled: “Gale, the harpist, stopped in my momma’s room today to ask gently if she could play for us. Our blessing came for our family by singing hymns together. We thank her and the hospital for the gift of music at this time of my momma’s dying days.”

Laurie, another visitor made a similar comment: “I was visiting a friend in ICU when I met the harpist. She was wonderful. While listening to her, my friend immediately fell asleep and I was reassured he was in good hands.”

“The art gallery is such a great way to spend a few relaxing minutes away from the stress of the day. It gives so much joy,” said Diana. One of the nurses commented, “When the flutist comes to the floor to play music, the patients smile, the mood lifts and the stress seems to dissipate. Thank you!”

An artist who created a quilted art piece for Parker Adventist Hospital Cancer Care Center said it beautifully: “My art piece, ‘Healing Winds’ was born from my own experience of caring for my father and a dear friend during their cancer battles. While talking to many others about their own journeys, the words ‘frayed at the edges’ kept coming to the surface, along with their hopes, dreams and fears. This piece embodies many months of hand stitching, praying for those who would see it and longing for the God who created them to lovingly touch people’s lives and bring wholeness.”

Jude Keller is director of the Healing Arts Program at the Rocky Mountain Adventist Healthcare Foundation in Denver, Colorado.

01 Apr

GHI celebrates ten years of impacting global health

A small orthopedic surgery team left Colorado one cold January morning in 2006 to start what has become a strong and growing movement to improve Christ’s healing ministry around the world. Stephen King, senior vice president for mission and ministry at Centura Health, had a vision of what the Adventist hospitals in Colorado needed to do to support health care in developing countries. “Our church has a legacy of providing health care through hundreds of Adventist hospitals and clinics around the world,” comments Pastor King. “Unfortunately many of these ministries in developing countries have been neglected and are no longer viable operations. They need help and support, and who better to provide that support than our Adventist hospitals here in the United States.”

With that mandate, Global Health Initiatives was launched in an effort to strengthen Adventist hospitals in the countries of Nepal, Rwanda, and Peru, and to provide medical mission opportunities for hundreds of Colorado- based volunteers. Medical teams were formed which partnered with doctors and nurses in the host country to provide care to thousands of the most needy patients.

During the first ten years, more than 2,000 surgeries and 40,000 primary care visits were given free of charge through GHI’s programs.

While the one-on-one care given to individuals is important, GHI doesn’t stop there. The goal of strengthening Adventist mission hospitals has included additional activities such as clinical and administrative training, both here and abroad, provision of medical equipment and supplies, and upgrading facilities. “These are the core activities which help foster long-term change,” adds Greg Hodgson, GHI director. “I am very proud of the accomplishments we have seen over these past ten years,” Hodgson continues. “We want to celebrate the victories that have been achieved. But our vision is to become even more effective in the next ten years. Our plan is to develop even stronger training programs and staff exchanges. We are working to design more meaningful monitoring and evaluation systems. And we want to focus on activities which lead to lasting change.”

A significant part of GHI’s tenth anniversary celebrations includes a capital campaign the will fund improvements at the three partner hospitals. Plans are now being finalized for a new women’s health center in Nepal, a new surgery center in Rwanda, and new medical imaging capabilities in Peru.

Christ’s ministry on earth highlighted the importance of physical care. GHI seeks to build on that foundation, and looks forward, by God’s grace, to another ten years of extending the healing ministry to those in areas of greatest need. [RMCNews].

01 Apr

Learn and teach

By Carol Bolden

Four teams made up of two students each head to HMS Richards School from Campion Academy each week to give Bible studies to seventh and eighth graders. These seventh and eighth graders, in turn, give Bible studies to the fourth through sixth graders.

The Campion students are members of Joe Martin’s junior Bible class where they have been studying the 28 Fundamental Beliefs since the beginning of the school year. After studying one of the beliefs, Martin has his students choose the even Bible verses on that topic that are clearest to them—which they can use in their studies with the younger students. They create their own Bible studies.

“Although for many of these juniors, giving Bible studies is out of their comfort zone, this group is thoroughly enjoying sharing their faith and praying with the kids, many of whom have never prayed before with strangers, says Martin. They are “enhancing their walk with God by sharing their faith,” he concludes.

All 43 of Martin’s junior Bible class students will have the opportunity to give Bible studies. In turn, all 14 of the seventh and eighth graders at HMS will have the opportunity to receive studies and then to give them to the 22 fourth through sixth graders at HMS.

Ashley Halvorson, a 14-year-old eighth grader at HMS, has enjoyed receiving Bible studies from Campion students. “They did a really good job giving them to us,” she states. “They had a lot of Bible verses for us to look up” [on] the Second Coming and what happens when you die,” she shares. “I think it’s fun to tell other people about our beliefs and to see God work through us.”

Christine Eagan-Foster, a 12-year-old sixth grader at HMS, received Bible studies from two girls in seventh and eighth grades, one on baptism. “It’s really fun that we can get taught about these teachings and interact about them. We even learn more than we learned at home. It’s nice to get a kid’s perspective on it,” she shares.

“By the time the HMS students have experienced this [give and take of beliefs] for a couple of years, they will be ready for baptism,” states Davin Hammond, principal of HMS Richards School. “We want every seventh and eighth grader to recognize that they can give Bible studies,” he adds.

Junior Bible students Cassie Carr and Natalie Boonstra, both raised in pastoral homes, believe the things they are learning in the class strengthen what their parents have taught them.

“The Bible class with Pastor Joe has helped me to know God on a more personal level,” shares Natalie. “Bible class has helped me develop in my Christian walk and to prove my faith.”

“We mark our Bibles with several verses to support each topic and cross reference them,” says Cassie. “This gives us the tools to share with whomever we come into contact with. The junior class is coming closer to God because of this class and it is noticed all over campus.”

Carol Bolden is RMC administrative assistant for communication.

01 Apr

Church-hopping in europe

By Katie Morrison

As a foreign student in Europe, you can be sure I’m eating my way through both the culture and the gelato. As a Christian in Europe, you might think my interest in ancient religious artifacts and famous churches would be off the charts. Italy especially is overflowing in historical religious richness. Field trip after field trip, our group shuttles into churches, each one more daunting and impressive than the last; and I overhear my classmates say, “All this is fine, but I’m sick of churches!” Unfortunately I have found myself in the same boat. I was bored. How could these structures inspire me without my thoroughly researching their history in advance like a complete nerd?

One of my Italian classes actually helped quite a bit.

During the first quarter, I took a course on the relation between state and church, beginning with the Roman Empire and continuing until current relations. The facts I learned were not new but they sounded fresh and poignant considering where I was re-learning them.

I learned about the original birth of Christianity, the split between Eastern and Western Europe and religion’s role in those power swings. I learned about toleration and persecution, about revolutions and religious reformations. I learned about Italy—especially, about the constant unbreakable bond between the state and religious powers. Despite Italy’s relatively recent separation, or more aptly dubbed “cooperation,” of church and state, their national  budget still dedicates eight percent every year to the Catholic Church.

Knowing some history of the politics, I started viewing the churches a little differently. I would see the intricacies and grandeur and wonder who paid for it all. I would think about who sat in those wooden pews and prayed for peace. I would imagine these churches in their prime, before the cordoning ropes and “do not touch” signs, and how the walls themselves told stories that didn’t need to be explained on Wikipedia.

At the end of January, we visited Ravenna, a city filled to bursting with mausoleums, museums, churches and mosaics. My favorite was the Basilica of San Vitale, finished  in 548 A.D. The vaulted dome ceiling is painted with muted colors, depicting nature and angels supporting a crown containing the Lamb of God. The presbytery, illuminated by two levels of three-pane windows, is coolly colored. The gold and teal mosaic catch the light and shimmer. Outside the basilica was the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia. One room and dimly lit, every inch of that structure glistened in faint candlelight. It was entirely made of mosaic detail, something unheard of in American churches.

And that is the main difference I see between American and European churches. Everything here is physically dramatic and distracting. Your eyes can never rest in a European church. They are drawn from paintings to sculptures to vaulted ceilings. It’s overwhelming! Yet despite the churches having historical status and importance, they still function as places of worship. It’s always refreshing to see worshippers in the middle of such a visual production: a young man with hands clasped, an elderly couple huddled together on a pew, spiritually renewing and quietly living.

That’s something I will try to bring home with me, the attitude of slowing down and appreciating things. Yes, I will notice the glaringly obvious beauty of a church, which is many centuries old or the beauty of a nice day. But instead of just seeing and moving on, I will try to imagine the his- tory. I hope to see the slower things, the softer beauties in life and focus on those.

Katie Morrison writes from Florence, Italy. She was RMC communication intern in 2015.

01 Apr

Sweet scent of ego

By Rajmund Dabrowski

If you are a writer, you can sense when a story will write itself. Such a moment came when I reached page 37 of Tom Rachman’s fascinating true-to-life novel The Imperfectionists. The story immediately began in my head—and was put to paper just a little later with my favorite Faber-Castell pencil.

Here’s the scenario: A reporter is sent to interview a once well-known and now-elderly author to prepare her obituary. Facts about her life were sparse. Reflecting on her own impending encounter with death, she describes the absurdity of remaining enthralled with ambition.

“It’s like being a slave all your life, then learning one day that you never had a master, and returning to work all the same. Can you imagine a force in the universe greater than this? Not in my universe. You know, even from the earliest childhood it dominated me. I longed for achievements, to be influential—that, in particular. To sway people. This has been my religion: the belief that I deserve attention, that they are wrong not to listen, that those who dispute me are fools. Yet, no matter what I achieve, the world lives on, impertinent, indifferent—I know all this, but I can’t get it through my head. It is why, I suppose, I agreed to talk to you. To this day, I’ll pursue any folly to make the rest of you shut up and listen to me, as you should have from the start!”

And she continues, “Here is a fact: nothing in all civilization has been as productive as ludicrous ambition. Whatever its ills, nothing has created more. Cathedrals, sonatas, encyclopedias: love of God was not behind them, nor love of life. But the love of man to be worshipped by man.”

This is one slice of our common folly. My folly certainly fits in this picture. Yet, there may be many good examples of self-denial, pursuit of oneness with nature, being engulfed in acts of compassion and generosity, as well as deeds to give back that which I took that make an appearance in my life, too. This is what Christianity is made out of.

But how often do such reflections enter my thinking, I ask myself?

My former boss had an uncanny way of bringing me back to earth. Once, my chest was bursting with pride as I shared one of my team’s great achievements and how happy we were to be recognized for it. “Aren’t we wonderful,” he said, and walked on. It was a moment to forget, I thought at the time. My treasure trove of life’s experiences brought that moment back to me again as I read the words— “ . . . the belief that I deserve attention.”

Frankly, I admit creating lots of madness in my own life. Sometimes lessons come, and they are forgotten rather instantly in the fog of pursuing praise.

A masterpiece in life is decided by the reactions of others. They will tell you when they see it.

In the words of Scriptures, “Don’t indulge your ego at the expense of your soul,” (1 Peter 2:11, The Message).

Rajmund Dabrowski is RMC communication director.

01 Dec

The Church of Now!

By Ed Barnett

The Seventh-day Adventist Church was started by teenagers and young people, many of whom were in their twenties. Ellen White’s first vision came when she was seventeen years old. But today, we see our church being led by mostly older people. One can understand part of the theory behind why older people are leading, but I really feel the church is missing out by not including our young members in leadership roles, and in a greater numbers.

At the recent General Conference session in San Antonio, we often heard about young people needing to be leaders. However, as I looked around, it was obvious that it was not happening—at least not at that level. A majority of the delegates are selected by position—union or conference presidents, for instance, which require years of experience.

What can we do on the conference level, I wondered? What could be done in the more than 130 churches and companies that make up our conference that would make a significant change in representation in governance?

Currently, our executive committee has a few openings, and I am determined to present the names of some of the young church members in our conference who are called by God to be leaders and who would be representative of our congregations and the conference itself. My reasons are as follows:

Young people bring a different perspective to the way our church is run from those who have sat around the table for many years.
They have energy and enthusiasm, which comes with being young.
They are members in good and regular standing and deserve a voice.
They can be very creative in their questions, enabling us to look at things in a new light.
They often have a “can do” attitude that has in some cases faded away in older people.”
The broader the perspective brought to the committee, the healthier our committee will become.

Recently, I attended a board meeting with Adventist Health System. I met a young couple employed in our hospital system. One of them was a director in a hospital in Orlando, Florida. The other was a senior financial officer with the eight hospitals there. Both are still in their twenties, and holding senior and important positions with the Adventist Health System—yet, neither has even been asked to take a major role in church. I couldn’t help but wonder why we aren’t reaching out for the young talent that abounds in our church?

It is quite shocking to see the increasing numbers of young people going out the back door of the church. As a concerned church leader, I can’t help but ask if they were sitting at the table where decisions are being made about the church, would that back door perhaps begin to close?

I challenge all of our churches and schools to consider putting young people on boards and committees. Our conference and church will be better for it.

–Ed Barnett is RMC president.

01 Dec

Choosing to be good stewards

By George Crumley

“William Kamkwamba was born in Malawi, a country where magic ruled and modern science was mystery. It was also a land withered by drought and hunger. But William had read about windmills, and he dreamed of building one that would bring to his small village a set of luxuries that only two percent of Malawians could enjoy: electricity and running water. His neighbors called him “misala”—crazy—but William refused to let go of his dreams.

With a small pile of once-forgotten science textbooks, some scrap metal, tractor parts, and bicycle halves, and an armory of curiosity and determination, he embarked on a daring plan to forge an unlikely contraption and small miracle that would change the lives around him.”

So reads the summary on the back of The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind.

William was pulled out of school when his family could no longer pay for his education. He could have made excuses to stay home and relax or let feelings of frustration cause him to become despondent and bitter. Instead, he determined to make the best out of a bad situation, and placed himself where hope had a chance to ignite. After all, the truth was that though he could not go to school, he could still learn at the small library that was nearby.

As he perused the library’s collection of books, he spotted a picture of a windmill on the cover of an old, used eighth-grade science book. Curious, he opened the book to see what this tall standing tower was. After asking many questions of the librarian, he began to comprehend what the picture was and to understand what a windmill could do.

Excitement welled up as he thought of all the possibilities. As his understanding increased, so did his confidence that he was on to something important. He became determined to fan this spark of hope into a flame that would spread to make life better for himself and his whole village.

Nothing seemed able to cloud his determination. Even the ravages of poverty and hunger were quieted as he directed his thoughts away from his feelings and discomforts and toward his hopes. The project wasn’t a burden, and obstacles were not dead ends but merely detours on the road to success.

William was a good steward of his time and thoughts, which opened the door for accomplishments that would only have been smoldering embers if he had consulted his feelings and paid attention to what seemed like impossible odds.

As we near the return of our Lord and Savior, and the famine of life closes in, we too can choose to be good stewards of our thoughts and resources, determining to make the world a better place for others.

We can place ourselves where a picture of God leads us to search through His library of answers, and hope will ignite as we begin to understand all that He can do for our village. With a conviction that we are onto something important, our focus will cause obstacles to be small in light of what is to be gained by pressing on toward our hope in Jesus.

–George Crumley is RMC vice president for finance.

01 Dec

A Christmas Eve Lamb

By Carol Bolden

The St. John family had just finished their traditional Christmas Eve supper of warm potato soup, homemade bread slathered with butter and blackberry jam, and apple cider. The two children hurried into the living room as Mom cleared the table, Dad stoked the fire, and Grandpa claimed his favorite chair. They sat at Grandpa’s feet waiting for the stories he invariably told during a family gathering after a full meal.

One forgotten ornament sat on the coffee table waiting to be placed on the tree—a lone lamb. It seemed to catch the eye of both children at the same time, and each grabbed at it, greedy for the privilege of hanging it on the tree. As they fought to gain control, the fragile lamb broke and crumbled onto the floor. Shocked, they looked at each other with accusing eyes and began quarreling.

“Listen, kids,” said Grandpa. “The lamb is broken and there’s nothing to be done. Why don’t you just sit down and listen to a story. Do you want to hear a story about a lamb?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” the children cried in unison, looking somewhat chagrined. So Grandpa began. “A long time ago, when I was a young boy and lived on our farm in Montana, my job was to take care of my father’s sheep. I guess you could say I was a shepherd because Charlie, my border collie, and I made sure they had food and water and watched out for their safety.

“One December night, when I was about 15, with snow piling up in drifts against the house and a freezing wind howling, I awoke with a start. Charlie’s cold nose had awakened me. I knew something was wrong by the way he was acting, so I dressed in wooly layers and followed him out through the blowing snow toward the barn.

“There, within twenty feet of the barn, lying in a muddy patch of ice, lay a bleating ewe. She looked distressed and unable to rise from her cold bed. But Charlie had something else on his mind. He led me to a shivering, newborn lamb struggling to gain his footing on feet and legs completely unused to standing.

“I hadn’t expected the lamb to come so soon, but it was here now and needed care. With old rags I found in the barn, I rubbed the lamb dry and put it in a stall with dry hay. Then I did the same with the ewe, so that mother and baby were together in the stall, dry and warm. The ewe found renewed strength when she heard the bleating of her baby and the lamb was soon nuzzling the ewe.

“All was well in the barn, so I headed back through the blowing snow into the warm house and my warm bed, leaving Charlie to look out for the sheep. I knew he would be plenty warm inside the barn and he didn’t seem to want to follow me back to the house. He always took his job seriously.

“Warmed by my cozy bed, I fell into a deep sleep, a sleep uninterrupted until, again, I woke with a start, this time unexplainably because Charlie was not there. The clock read 4 a.m. What am I doing awake at this hour? I wondered. I turned over and tried to go back to sleep, but something was wrong. I could sense it. I don’t know how I knew, but something was off.

“I forced myself out of bed, pulled on the clothes I’d discarded on the floor just a few hours earlier and headed out into the snow. The beauty and peace were magnificent. The winter moon shone on the pure, white snow. My previous tracks were covered over with fresh snow, so my feet sank into new drifts with each step. Reaching the barn, I called out for Charlie, but there was no answer. In fact, the stall where I’d left the ewe and her lamb was empty.

“Where in the world could they be? I checked the other stalls, but found nothing. Then I headed out into the snow. Why would they have left the warmth and safety of the barn and why would Charlie let them, I wondered? Not sure where to look, I headed uphill to the fence. Finding nothing, I followed the fence line toward the back of the property.

“Before long, I stumbled over something in the snow and realized it was the ewe, dead and frozen. Just beyond the ewe, I discovered Charlie. He, too, was dead, but below him lay the lamb, warm and alive. He had done his job at the cost of his life. He had saved the lamb.

“I scooped up the tiny, wooly lamb and hurried to the house. It looked like I would have a babysitting job. She would need to be bottle-fed. A lot of my time over the next few months was spent taking care of that lamb, but while I cared for her, I did a lot of thinking. I tried to re-create in my mind what happened that night when Charlie saved the lamb’s life.

“I never did figure it out, but I learned a lot about responsibility and love as I thought about what Charlie had done. And I learned about trust as I watched Evie—which is what I named her because she was born on Christmas Eve— develop complete trust in me, the one who fed and cared for her in every way.

The faraway look in Grandpa’s eyes disappeared as he again focused on the children. “Can you kids think of a story in the Bible about a lamb?” Grandpa asked.

The children looked thoughtful as they searched their memories. “Didn’t the Israelites sacrifice a lamb in the temple for their sins?” asked Matthew, the oldest boy.

“That’s right,” Grandpa confirmed.

“Isn’t there a story about a sheep that went astray?” exclaimed Mary, the little sister. “The shepherd looked for it until he found it and brought it back to the sheep fold.”

“That’s a good one, too,” Grandpa encouraged. “The story of the lamb runs all through the Bible beginning with the story of Abraham being asked to kill Isaac. It continues with a special ceremony, called Passover, in Egypt where the Israelites were instructed to kill a lamb and put its blood over the doorpost. And it runs through the Passover supper with Jesus and His disciples.”

Grandpa explained that in all situations a lamb is offered as a sacrifice for a debt. “When John the Baptist who saw Jesus approaching on the road, he pointed to him and said: ‘Behold the lamb of God.’ By this, he meant for us to understand who Jesus is and the debt He paid for us with His death,” Grandpa told us.

The children were quiet until Grandpa said, “Why don’t we finish off the night with a cup of hot chocolate? Maybe we should pick up the broken lamb first.”

There was no more fighting now. Each child gladly shared in the clean up. Maybe it had something to do with the Lamb.

–Carol Bolden is RMC administrative assistant for communication.

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