Saturday, February 19, 2011

New Home

Renee Tanguay has a new home!


See you there!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Easter Childhood Memory

I remember so vividly when I was about 7 or 8 yrs old, eagerly waiting to watch the movie of Jesus' 
life, the day before Easter. It was, what it seemed to me at the time, an all day movie, but I just couldn't 
wait! I remember sitting on the floor asking my dad "Is it starting soon?" I am not sure why I was so eager 
to watch it for the, well probably only the second or third time that I could remember, but that year 
was especiallymemorable. I seemed to have understood what He had done for me and could feel a 
genuine love for Him! But what did I know at that age :)

Today, I am able to feel this genuine love and excitement again, as this season of celebration
nears, but only because of His grace. Many things have happened between then and now,
but I will keep these for another blog:)

What are you Easter childhood memories? How did they help shape who you are today?

Thursday, January 29, 2009

"There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."

This is an add that I will now see on my way to and from work every day. Follow the link, read the article and leave your thoughts on the comment section below...

http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_31470.aspx

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Great Statment From A Great Man Of God

I despaired at the thought that my life might slip by without seeing God show himself mightily on our behalf!

Quoted by Steven Furtick during the message "Called To Serve" from LifeChurch.tv's series "Kaleo" http://www.lifechurch.tv/message-archive/watch/kaleo08/3

Quoted From the book "Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire" by Pastor Jim Cymbala. Preview this book at http://books.google.ca/books?id=7CH5z7ciyNkC

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Pause After Reading

A friend of mine shared this with me (and a few other people :) and I wanted to share it with you all as well. This is from Max Lucado. Please take the time to pause and think after reading.

Merry Christmas!

God had entered the world as a baby.
Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.
The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.
A more lowly place of birth could not exist.
Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor; perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him—so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.
Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can’t remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn’t figured it all out. The mystery of the event puzzles him. But he hasn’t the energy to wrestle with the questions. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name the angel told him to use … Jesus. “We will call him Jesus.”
Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. “His kingdom will never end.” (Luke 1:33)
He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.
Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.
She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!
This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.
Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he had just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility.
Those who missed His Majesty’s arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren’t looking.
Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?