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Tuesday, May 28, 2024

I CHOSE YOU ONCE; I CHOOSE YOU NOW.


I am so old, experienced considerable, read copiously, still learn persistently. I think 70,000 thought each day. At its peak my brain’s memory capacity was trillions of bytes of information and equivalent to 450 years of memory. My summit years for acute memory were my 20s. Now my brain does not recall some/many experiences. Relating this to ageing, I have felt sorry for myself. Neurons fail, and memories fade. On the other hand, I learn that my system chooses the experiences that it will cement into long term memory. Darling Christine, I will always remember you. I chose you once. I choose you now.

Monday, May 27, 2024

BALANCING STONES

I enjoy seeing these creations. I have tried my hand at it, and been moderately successful.

The image of balancing stones offers diverse spiritual interpretations. In Christian theology, Jesus Christ is likened to a cornerstone, the foundation of believers' lives (Ephesians 2:19-22; Matthew 7:24-27). This emphasizes the importance of building one's life on Christ's teachings for stability amid life's challenges. Buddhism sees the image as a metaphor for inner balance and ethical living, while Taoism aligns it with harmony and the Tao. New Age spirituality emphasizes personal growth and holistic well-being. While Christianity roots in faith in Christ, Buddhism and Taoism focus on inner balance, and New Age spirituality on individual empowerment.

 

Ephesians 2:19-22: "Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of his household, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone. In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple in the Lord. And in him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit."


Matthew 7:24-27:"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."

Monday, May 13, 2024

MY MEDICAL SERVICES IN BRITISH COLUMBIA


MEDICAL SERVICES 

 

One aspect of my life in these years, is my relationships with medical specialists. Last Thursday I met with my rheumatologist. Tomorrow (Tuesday) it’s orthodontist time. Wednesday my ophthalmologist will laser my recently implanted lenses. Thursday, my endocrinologist and I have a consultation. These are my current medical amigos. I have not yet mentioned my cardiologist and dermatologist. I may think of one or two others that for the moment, I have forgotten. I trust each of them. I know them.


These interventions and remedial clinicians are available to me not because I can afford them, but rather, because of MSP, our provincial Medical Services Plan covers my health care costs. MSP is the health insurance program managed by the government for residents of British Columbia, Canada. MSP pays for things like doctor's appointments, appointments with specialist doctors, and hospital stays. My family doctor has referred me to each of these specialists at a time of my need. I am deeply appreciative of the help given to me and satisfied with it. 


Tuesday, January 2, 2024

LIKE THE MORNING SUN ... My latest book, released Nov 2023 ... take a look

‘Like the Morning Sun’ illuminates the profound legacy of Mennonite families in Canada. Ron Unruh's family journey unfolds, revealing tales of devotion, tenacity, and unyielding faith. Dive into this historical gem that transcends ten generations. AMAZON LINK


Descendants of Mennonite immigrants from South Russia to the Canadian Prairies will find 'Like the Morning Sun' a charmingly informative read. The author, 81-year-old Ron Unruh, initially sought to leave a record of his life and ancestors for his siblings, children, and grandchildren. A commonality exists between his family story and thousands of others that are rooted in the same socio-religious heritage. The Unruh, Loewen, Doerksen, Fast, and Willems lineages in this book, represent the broader Mennonite community. They are heirs to theology emerging from the Protestant Reformation, particularly the convictions of Anabaptist believers known as Mennonites. Settling in Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta, these family histories embody lessons of devotion, tenacity, and faithfulness, transcending Ron Unruh's personal narrative. 'Like the Morning Sun,' serves as a rich historical resource, exploring the enduring commitment of Mennonites to faithfulness despite challenges with state churches, other faith traditions, and political leaders from 1500-1900 AD. The subtitle, 'A Personal and Family Spiritual Portrait,' reflects the notable pursuit of ten generations of five families who exemplified the inspirational truth of Proverbs 4:18, "The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day." AMAZON LINK


Saturday, June 17, 2023

MAYBE, MY LAST SERMON

My five grandchildren were all too young to ever hear me preach.

On Sunday June 4 I preached twice @ 9am and 10:45am.
I did better the 2nd time. The recording was of the 1st. Too bad. I had trouble seeing my brief notes in the dim lighting. 2nd time, I fixed that, and I also had more control of my thoughts. 

'SOUND THEOLOGY IS ESSENTIAL FOR LIVING A RIGHTEOUS LIFE' - Backstory: Paul started many churches in Galatia, comprised of Jews and gentiles converted to Christ. Some Jewish Christians couldn't shake their dependence on being justified by works as well. Paul was a by grace alone, by faith alone, in Christ alone theologian. This letter is his attempt to correct their thinking.


And here is the link on Youtube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0x2P-gS6twc

My sermon begins at the 23 min mark.

I have thought it was my last sermon before. I feel it again. I love preparing, and I am comfortable preaching ... at least I think I do. But I likely do not know myself. Christine says I've been wound up tighter than a drum for one month. On Sunday afternoon I was exhausted; I napped and woke to joint pain all over as tho my PMR was returning. I'm OK, Mon and Tues I am fine. My wiring for the stress is shot perhaps - stress that I create for myself, expecting too much, leaning on my stupid perfectionist bent. 


The best thing for me among so many friends who heard I would be there and who showed up from other churches, were my own 5 grandchildren. 

I'M NOT ALL GONE



I’M NOT ALL GONE (a poem)

 

Though I spent a lifetime providing counsel,

helping people to navigate life.

Don’t ask an eighty-year-old to give advice

in those fields where my knowledge is thin.

People like me haven’t learned to say “No.”

Auto-pilot altruistically kicks in, and

I grope in vain for the off switch.

No lack of self-confidence 

but short-term memory is shot.

Haven’t won Jeopardy any time lately.

No worries, I have Google, my uber intellect.

What I don’t know, I know in an instant.

You ask me for help, you get what I got.

Ask succinctly and loudly, my hearing is gone.

Ask about life, and love and loss,

Those are close to me now. 

If when you tell me what’s going on,

you may see me tear up, ‘cause I understand.

If when you tear up, I hold your hand,

you will sense I know someone who

knows more than Google or AI,

who has what you need if we ask him together.

 

© Ron Unruh, June 2023



 

Wednesday, March 22, 2023

CONNIE

CONNIE

A gravel path winds through the park surrounded by forests of evergreen, alders, and cottonwood. Connie walks to the park every day. Down an apartment elevator, pushing a four wheeled walker, she crossed a busy street, and slowly made her way to the large pond. Her purse and bags of seed purchased at Wild Birds Unlimited were positioned on her walker. Varieties of ducks heard her coming. So did I yesterday. Standing on the far side of the pond, I heard her wheels on gravel before I saw her. 

Ducks on water moved toward me at Connie’s feeding station. 
Rounding a corner, ducks on land followed Connie as she walked toward me, small steps, duck steps. Connie is less than five feet tall, eighty-eight years old, came to Canada fifty years ago, constantly cheerful, an inspiration. Her hands, fingers with severe knuckles bent from arthritis dipped into the seed bag. Ducks from the path waited. Ducks from the water climbed the banks. With her restricted arm movement, she tossed seed toward her friends. To me she said, “Take some, you can throw it farther.” She and I talked in the warming sunshine, looking into each other’s watery senior eyes. We talked about pets. Ducks are her pets now. She used to have two cats. Each lived about eighteen years. She won’t get another cat now. “I’m eighty-eight. Who will look after them?”



Monday, December 5, 2022

MY BRIEF SYNOPSIS OF REVELATION

MY BRIEF SYNOPSIS OF REVELATION

 

John, was the friend of Jesus, gospel writer and evangelist. The purpose of Jesus’ incarnation was so real and empowering to John. He watched Jesus die. He saw him alive again. He saw Jesus ascend through clouds and out of sight. He knew everything Jesus said about the devil and sin and redemption, and the Kingdom were true. He wrote that God loved the world so much that He sent the divine Son, Jesus, so whomever believes in Jesus will have eternal life. 


John heard Jesus alert his followers to the fact that in this world where sin is prevalent, being faithful to God as follower of Christ is difficult and dangerous. John was sent to the island of Patmos as a prisoner of the Roman State. Before Jesus died, John heard Jesus promise that though he was leaving, he would send His Holy Spirit to be with them and in them. Now on the island, John found himself possessed powerfully by the Holy Spirit, as the LORD gave him a vision of the future. We read that this vision contained an immediate message to each of seven churches that existed at that time. Those messages contained commendations, warnings and promises. Since this is inspired scripture from God, the information to the churches is transferable to churches in every age, because evil exists in every age. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

A CHRISTIAN’S VIEW OF CREATION

The only exclusive timeless spiritual being, Triune God, surrounded by spiritual creatures, angels who worship and serve God eternally, decided to create a species of physical beings, unique, humanity, in whom God would invest a divine similarity. A delicate feature. There would be affinity between God and humanity. To affect this plan, God created a universe of galaxies, and in one galaxy he made one planet suitable to human physical life. Humanity, with this divine resemblance, both genders, should enjoy Earth and wisely govern this jewel of a planet.  God was pleased with creation. Because God knows all things, ends from beginnings, even then God knew humanity would fail to maintain God’s likeness. Sin would interrupt the affinity God had with humanity. Sin changed humanity. Transience and Mortality. God’s penalty on sin. Still God loved this Earth full of people. God’s plan in eternity was to restore this Godlikeness, this affinity in humanity. Restoration would result from God’s greatest of all time demonstration of love. The death penalty would be paid. God determined to take on a human form to briefly reside on planet Earth, then die. God’s eternality would conquer death. Penalty served. Sin’s interruption arrested. God’s prerogative. The benefit to humanity, contingent on individual faith in the efficacy of God’s death. Plus, a promise. Eternal life with God for the believer. It worked. It works.

Friday, November 4, 2022

SHE'S EVERYTHING

SHE’S EVERYTHING

 

She shimmers, still, 

in my eyes, like a star in the wave,

Reflected for only me, no one else around, 

No one in her gaze. 

She is satisfied with me, after all this time,

Though I am not what I was, when I was delighted with myself,

Young and strong and able, and she called me handsome,

Her love, so tight, and me with a future and resolve.

Were she young now, she would pass me by, pleasant old guy.

Instead, she came with me, through all our years,

Or I with her, I’d follow her forever, she’s everything.

She shimmers, all colours of stunning, 

And we’re here together, now, and always, 

I wanted that, for all my life, 

And she, hand clasping mine, squeezes, yes.

 

© Ron Unruh, Nov 3, 2022