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https://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/699100/Appropiate-time-wait-new-relationship-death-partner-two-years

'Appropriate time' to wait before new relationships after death of partner is two years
ALMOST two years is an appropriate length of time to wait before starting a new relationship after the death of a husband or wife, according to a new survey.
By Sarah O'Grady
PUBLISHED: 17:40, Thu, Aug 11, 2016 | UPDATED: 20:31, Thu, Aug 11, 2016

After 22 months of grieving, the majority of the over-50s say it is time to move on, despite most bereaved older people waiting nearly four years (44 months) before dating again.  However, when it comes to divorce or separation it is more acceptable to find a new partner quite rapidly, at around 11 months later, found a report by the online network for grandparents Gransnet.  And the majority of people quizzed agreed that men move on more quickly to new relationships than women, both after bereavement (56 per cent) and after a split (67 per cent).  Almost two thirds (61 per cent) felt that newly single older women were fussier about their choice of new partners than men in the same position.  Relate counsellor Christine Northam said: “The results have given us a very interesting insight into the challenges people face moving on romantically in later life.  But it’s important to remember that every person and couple is unique, and that there are no fixed rules about how long it takes to get over things.  Learning from experience can be invaluable, and can help to lead towards happy, healthy future relationships so it’s important for newly single people to think carefully about they want from a new partner.”

The poll also explored the impact that building new romantic relationships in later life has on respondents’ children. Of those with adult children who had found themselves single, 31 per cent said their children objected to their new partner, or potential partners.  More than one in eight said they believed that their children would rather they were alone than had a new partner.  Over half of those who had a child who objected to their new relationship said a personality clash between their child and new partner created conflict.  Other causes of tension were adult children worrying that the new partner was trying to replace the parent they lost, concerns about a new partner’s intentions, inheritance, and feeling hurt that their parent had moved on too quickly.  And for around a third of those who had children objecting, family tensions around their new partner were so bad that they ended the relationship.  Single grandparents are embracing dating sites, with nearly a third (30 per cent) of those who started a relationship in later life meeting their partner via online dating.  Gransnet editor Lara Crisp said: “Finding love in later life is tricky enough, without having the added headache of dealing with the disapproval of family members.  It’s interesting to see what a huge part being online has in finding love in later life with so many people finding new partners through online dating.   Our users often discuss relationship issues on the forums and it’s great to have that online support and insight from peers, especially when talking to family members in real life may be uncomfortable.”

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https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2017/sep/23/sister-loss-sibling-grief-bereavement-joanne-limburg-brother-death-memoir

The death of a sibling: ‘It makes no sense and never will’
Christina Patterson

When the poet Joanne Limburg’s brother killed himself, she simply couldn’t accept it. Christina Patterson, whose sister also suddenly died, finds out how she coped

When my sister died, I lay down on the floor of my office and howled. My father’s phone call telling me the news remains the most shocking moment of my life. Colleagues brought me tissues and queued up to tell me they were sorry. I took the tissues, but I couldn’t really talk. Later, I met a friend for a drink. We had a bottle of wine and a bowl of chips.  Nobody tells you what to do when your sibling dies. I was 36. My sister was 41. My sister just collapsed and died. It felt surreal. It still feels surreal. It’s 17 years since she died. Two years later, my father died. My mother died just before Christmas last year. I have a well practised strategy for grief. Just shove it right out of your head. It was working pretty well until, two weeks ago, I picked up a memoir called Small Pieces by the poet and author Joanne Limburg. By the end of it, I was in pieces, a howling wreck on a sofa, feeling that something had been unleashed that I could not put back.  Limburg was 38 when her uncle phoned to tell her that her brother, Julian, who was two years younger, had killed himself. “He said: ‘I think you’d better sit down,’” she tells me at her house in Cambridge.

“‘I’ve got some terrible news.’” She puts down her mug and sighs. “I’m feeling physically sick, saying it again. When I put the phone down, and phoned my husband, Chris, I was just walking up and down, saying ‘this is ridiculous, this is ridiculous’. It undermined reality, somehow. It makes no sense and never will.”

“There’s before and there’s after,” writes Limburg in the book, “before and after my brother’s suicide”, the “point of fracture in my world”. What he did “sent out cracks in all directions all the way through the family story, past and future”.

Before her brother’s suicide, there was her father’s death. After, there was her mother’s death. If that sounds grim, it can’t be helped. Small Pieces is beautiful, incredibly moving and, at times, extremely funny. When I finished it, I knew I had to meet its author. I don’t know all that many people who have lost three members of their immediate family. It can feel like a slightly embarrassing pile-up of grief.  There are many moments of embarrassment in Limburg’s book. There’s the moment when, having flown across the Atlantic to console Julian’s widow and daughter, they are politely asked to leave. There’s the small talk with the neighbours and friends who are asked to look after them, “a marathon coffee morning with just the occasional break here and there for a bout of hysterical grief”. There’s the colleague of Julian’s who uses the wake as an opportunity to boast about his own writing. Limburg grimaces when I bring this up. “Someone,” she says, “once tried to do business with my cousin at her mother’s funeral. Nobody,” she adds, “knows what to do.”

And that’s without all the practical stuff: the food, the flowers, the ashes. When I went to pick up the sandwiches for my sister’s wake, M&S had lost the order. I had to beg them to find some because I couldn’t tell my mother. “Those things are such a shock, aren’t they?” says Limburg. “I talk in the book after my mum’s death about the difficulty I had getting her body released so we could have it buried before Jewish new year.”

Limburg’s Judaism is central to the book, the faith of her forebears and her family. The book has the subtitle A Book of Lamentations, and is punctuated with questions about Jewish theology in a sometimes ironic juxtaposition of the horrors of life and the supposed goodness of God.  Limburg stopped going to synagogue after a traumatic miscarriage, but her Judaism, she says, just won’t go away. “It became clear to me as I was writing, how tangled up my mother and my brother and my community and my childhood are with Judaism. I thought, well, I could try to extricate it, or I could acknowledge that it runs all the way through. Intellectually, I don’t believe in God, but I feel that God is still there for me, as a kind of metaphor.”

Another parallel, I tell her. I was brought up as a practising Anglican, but ditched church for Camus and Sartre when I was 13. At 14, I went to a youth club, to meet boys. Unfortunately, it was attached to a Baptist church and I became an evangelical Christian. I lost my faith, dramatically, when I was 26, but I’m still moved by the poetry of the Bible and the beauty of church music and hymns. “Religion,” says Limburg, “gives me this lovely stock of images and metaphors. You can use them to express feelings. The fact that they’re common cultural property means that you’re not alone. That,” she adds, “is a huge consolation.”

But the main consolation, it’s clear, is writing. Limburg has published four poetry collections, a historical novel and a memoir about her obsessive-compulsive disorder, The Woman Who Thought Too Much. At the start of Small Pieces, she quotes some scribbled notes, taken on the plane to her brother’s wake, which are, she says, “a clear indication” that she would break the vow she had made not to make “creative capital” out of her brother’s death. It’s a vow she just couldn’t keep. Writing, she says in a letter to the rabbi she met just after Julian’s death, “is how I process my grief”. It started, she explains, with poems she could not stop, and then with a PhD. “I was looking,” she says, “at grief and complicated grief, and sibling relationship, and trauma.” It was only after her mother died that she felt set free to write it. Because it’s still only months since my mother died, her descriptions of her mother’s last days in hospital nearly finished me off.  There are just a few memoirs by bereaved siblings,” Limburg says, “and even fewer by siblings bereaved by suicide. Quite often the other person was the difficult one.” That was certainly true in my family. Although my sister did not kill herself, she did have schizophrenia and a troubled life. “But,” says Limburg, “I was the fuck-up. Ultimately, I got a diagnosis of Asperger’s and I was aware that my brother had grown up with this sibling that wasn’t quite right. I had guilt because I felt my brother was a more useful person than me, and as if our family was a balloon debate, and I was the one who should have jumped.”

I gasp. I want to cry. But Limburg gives a wry smile. She is, she says, learning to live with her guilt. And humour, it’s clear from the book, is one of the things that has got her through. “There’s a phrase,” she says, “‘the situation is hopeless, but not serious’. That’s how I see life, and all these things that are just dreadful. If you don’t laugh at them, you would curl up in a heap and wail.”

Yes, you would, and sometimes you do. Mostly, I don’t. Since my mother died, I haven’t looked at photos or read any of her letters. The time will come to do these things, but I can’t do them now. I still find it a struggle with my sister and my father, and that was a long time ago. At least with a parent, the death is in the right order. “Yes,” says Limburg, “it’s in the correct order. But my brother and I will never be reconciled to it, because it absolutely shouldn’t have happened.”

I think that’s realistic. I think that’s right. People talk about “closure”, as if death is a court case that can be dismissed. So what is the best you can aim at?

Limburg takes a sip of her coffee and sighs. “Living with,” she says. “I see it as: you shoulder your burden and you carry on.”

In the UK, the Samaritans can be contacted on 116 123. In the US, the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is 1-800-273-8255. In Australia, the crisis support service Lifeline is on 13 11 14. Other international suicide helplines can be found at befrienders.org.

• Small Pieces by Joanne Limburg (Atlantic, £14.99). To order a copy for £12.74, go to guardianbookshop.com or call 0330 333 6846. Free UK p&p over £10, online orders only. Phone orders min. p&p of £1.99.

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https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cambridgeshire-46964179

Child bereavement: A brother's promise to help 'forgotten grievers'
By Orla Moore BBC News
27 April 2019

When Callum Fairhurst hugged his 14-year-old brother Liam for the last time, he made him two promises: to live a great life and to help others. As the 10th anniversary of Liam's death approaches, Callum has founded a new website that aims to answer the very questions he couldn't ask as a grieving 12-year-old.  Callum Fairhurst still remembers every detail of 30 June 2009, the day his big brother Liam died.  "I was 12. I remember what I was watching on TV, what I did before, what I did after, how I was told," he says. "I didn't quite realise what was going on, when the community nurses came down I just knew. We were eating dinner at the table.  I just knew that was the last time I'd see him. That is so vivid in my memory. The days and weeks after were more of a blur."

Liam had been diagnosed with synovial sarcoma, a rare soft tissue cancer, in July 2005, aged 10.  In the four years that followed, he refused to accept his condition was terminal, and embarked on a remarkable campaign, raising £340,000 during his lifetime, and a further £7m after his death.  Callum, from Soham, Cambridgeshire, says that in life and death his brother continues to inspire him.  "I remember kissing him and I just felt something. Although he wasn't conscious, he couldn't respond, there was something there," he said.  Afterwards I was scared, emotional, hiding it. Looking back, I think I was protecting myself.  People were supportive in that they'd come up and hug me. But there was no formal support. I received counselling sessions but in a way I felt forced into it, months after I needed to."

Some friends would innocently say the wrong thing, people knew him only as "Liam's brother", and the extent of direct support was a "sympathetic pat on the shoulder", he says.  "I wanted to know if it was OK to be happy. I wasn't suicidal, I wasn't depressed, but I was struggling. I had awful nightmares, but other times I was absolutely fine.  Liam was dead, but I felt bad for getting on with it."

Callum plunged his energy into fundraising, like his brother, cycling more than 17,000 miles (27,350km) round the world in 2015-16, and completing a tuk-tuk trip around 27 European countries last year.  He is now in the final year of an International Development and Politics degree at the University of East Anglia.  He spoke to other bereaved children to gather a cache of particular questions they had when they lost a sibling, from younger ones asking what death actually means, or 'Why are mummy and daddy being different?', to teenagers' dilemmas with drinking or drugs.  The result is a bright new online forum called Sibling Support, created by Callum with a pool of professionals and teenagers with first-hand experience.  It includes details of how to create memory boxes, and the plan is to install an instant message function which children can use anonymously.

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Faith / Practical Ways to Heal from a Father’s Rejection
« on: August 16, 2019, 09:23:05 PM »
https://www.ibelieve.com/relationships/practical-ways-to-heal-from-a-father-s-rejection.html?utm_source=iBelieve%20Relationships&utm_campaign=iBelieve%20Relationships&utm_medium=email&utm_content=2838982&bcid=e4f33018031efea91984e31e0247e4cf&recip=534639123%20

Practical Ways to Heal from a Father’s Rejection
Kia Stephens

A father is a daughter’s first experience with the male gender. He should demonstrate what love looks like and how she should be treated by a man. It is through her father’s eyes that a woman should feel valued, loved and affirmed but what if she doesn’t?

What if a father’s actions teach his daughter that she is not valued or loved at all?

What if she feels rejected by her dad instead?

If this rejection happens not once, but several times throughout her lifetime, she may find it difficult to heal.  It is unfathomable to think that a father would ever reject his own daughter, but it happens. A forgotten birthday, an missed event, or the reluctance to listen can all communicate rejection in the heart of a daughter. Consequently, the woman incurs unexpected and unwanted wounds from her dad’s actions.  The pain of these experiences can potentially last a lifetime. She can find herself crippled in relationships with men, debilitated in her self-esteem, and fearful of experiencing this same rejection from others. Although a father’s rejection is painful to experience, it is possible to heal from this pain.  Below are 7 practical ways to heal from a father’s rejection.

1. Grieve

If we have experienced rejection from our fathers, an obvious, but sometimes ignored step, is that of grieving. Sometimes we need to communicate to ourselves that it is okay to acknowledge and grieve the pain of rejection. Although it may be tempting to excuse or dismiss the pain, we must give ourselves permission to grieve what has been lost.  This may mean grieving our childhood, important milestones, or relationships that have been negatively impacted. Strength does not mean we have to be a superwoman grinning and bearing our pain. We can take the necessary time to grieve rejection from our fathers.  In fact, the Bible encourages us to mourn in Matthew 5:4 (KJV) when it says, “Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.”

You may be questioning how someone who mourns pain of this nature could be blessed. The blessing is not in the mourning, but in the promise of being comforted. This comfort is offered from God through the pages of Scripture and it is available for you. If you are grieving the rejection of your father, know that you can find safety in the grieving process because God promises that you will be comforted.

2. Develop Your Relationship With God

When a woman is rejected by her father, this may give her a distorted view of God. She may be tempted to perceive that God is like her father and will reject her in the same way. In order to develop a healthy view of God, a woman must invest in getting to know who God is through the reading of His word.  In Matthew 11:28-30 (KJV) we see Jesus extending an invitation to those who are weary and burdened. He says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Although a woman may experience rejection from her father, prior to her birth she was already accepted by God. Before we were born, God knew us and loved us. As it says in Psalms 139:13, “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.”

God overwhelmingly communicates his desire to know and commune with His people. He desires to take the pain experienced through rejection and exchange it for the unconditional love found in Christ alone.  This relationship offers a pathway by which a woman wounded from the rejection of her father can know un-explainable peace and healing. We can take our pain to God in prayer and trust that He will hear, accept, and comfort us in our distress.

3. Write a Forgiveness Letter

“Have you written a forgiveness letter to your father?” were the words my counselor asked me several years ago.

These words were a catalyst for healing from the rejection of my father because it helped me process pain in a way I had previously been unable to do.  In fact, initially, I had a difficult time completing the letter in one sitting. There were times in the letter writing process that uprooted deep-seated hurts repressed for years. Those hurts had to be grieved before I could continue writing.  Sometimes we suppress our pain in order to survive, but God cannot heal our hearts if we are reluctant to be truthful about our hurt. We must be willing to surrender our pain to the One that can do something about it. In 1 Peter 5:7 (NLT) it says, “Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.”

A forgiveness letter is a practical tool that we can use to give the pain of rejection to God.

4. Seek Wise Counsel

For some, there is a stigma associated with seeking a counselor to process pain. God, however, encourages us to seek wise counsel in His word. In Proverbs 11:14 it says, “Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counselors there is safety.”

Counseling is another practical resource to help women heal from a father’s rejection.  It is not a sign of weakness, rather a demonstration of tremendous strength. The act of seeking counsel demonstrates a desire to heal, and sometimes our healing may require assistance from others. God has uniquely gifted individuals to help others process their pain as it says in Proverbs 20:5 (ESV): “The purpose in a man’s heart is like deep water, but a man of understanding will draw it out.”

5. Identify Lies We Told Ourselves

There may be lies women believe as a result of experiencing rejection from a father. Statements like, “I am unloved, I am unwanted, and I am not cherished,” are a few of the lies that might reverberate in a woman’s mind.

The Bible, however, tells us that Satan is the father of lies in John 8:44. Women who have been rejected by their fathers must diligently identify lies and counter them with the truth of God’s word.

6. Replace Lies with Truth

In Romans 12:2 (NIV) it says, “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

In order to distinguish between the truth and a lie, we must know what truth is. This means we must be intentional about reading what God says about His love for us in His word.

If we know that John 3:16 (NIV) says, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life,” then we can use that truth to debunk the lie that says we are not loved.

The devil would have us believe we are not loved so that we won’t experience the abundant love God wants to give us. We must refuse to accept the lies and cling to truth.

7. Choose Joy

In this life, no one is exempt from experiencing pain. Sometimes the pain we experience deceives us into thinking that our pain is much worse than that of another. Whereas this may be true, we must accept the reality that God has allowed the pain we experience in our lives for a reason. He has a purpose and a plan for everything, including the rejection of a father.  In saying that, we have a choice in how we respond. Although it may be tempting to wallow in the pain, this will not propel us forward. God’s word offers a suggestion that is the antithesis of this. In Philippians 4:4 (NIV) the apostle Paul commands us to, “Rejoice in the Lord always...”

This option may seem unrealistic when we consider our circumstances, however, when we look to Christ and reflect on His suffering, we are able to gain a new perspective on pain.  God is able to use the pain from a father's rejection to mature our faith, as it says in James 1:2-3. “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kids, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”

In addition to producing Christ-like character in us, God is able to use our healed hearts to encourage others.  I am evidence of this truth, and if you have experienced the rejection of a father, He can do this incredible work in your life too.

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Faith / The Dirty Truth About Honoraria
« on: August 15, 2019, 09:09:18 PM »
https://www.sermoncentral.com/pastors-preaching-articles/john-stackhouse-the-dirty-truth-about-honoraria-2029?ref=PreachingArticleDetails?utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_content=button&utm_campaign=scbpu20190603&maropost_id=742347701&mpweb=256-8011155-742347701

The Dirty Truth About Honoraria
By John Stackhouse on Jun 3, 2019

The way some Christian churches and other organizations pay their speakers, it makes me embarrassed to be a member of the same faith.  A friend of mine is a gifted staff worker with a well-known Christian organization on a university campus. He is married with three young children and works hard and long at his job. Frequently, he is asked to speak at churches’ youth retreats or special events sponsored by other groups. Rarely is he paid well for what is, in fact, overtime work for audiences other than the one that pays his regular salary.  One weekend, he left his family to speak at a retreat for more than 100 young people, each of whom paid to go away to a well-furnished camp for three days. My friend gave four talks and participated in a question and answer session a typical and demanding schedule. But his work didn’t end there, of course. Retreat speakers are “on call” all weekend for impromptu counseling, offering advice over mealtimes and modeling what they preach on the volleyball court or around the campfire. Make no mistake: There is very little relaxing in that role, however restful the retreat might be for everyone else.  An isolated and extreme example?

Not at all. Every professional Christian speaker has stories like these.So at the end of this tiring weekend, at the close of the Sunday luncheon, the leader of the group thanked him profusely at the front of the dining hall (he had gone over very well). Then he tossed the speaker a T-shirt emblazoned with the group’s logo while everyone clapped. It took my friend several minutes to realize that this shirt was his total payment for the weekend’s work. He got in his car, without even a check for gasoline, and headed back to his waiting family. 

A widely respected author was asked to headline a fundraising banquet for a women’s organization. She prepared a talk on the subject requested, left her husband and children at home, drove herself in the family car across the city to the site of the meal, chatted with her tablemates, and then delivered her speech. Again, it was apparent from the applause and the warm remarks that greeted her when she took her seat that she had done her job well.  The evening ended, and the speaker was saying her goodbyes. The convenor then appeared in a gush of appreciation. “Your talk was just excellent,” she said. “Exactly what we wanted. Thank you so much for coming!”

Then, by way of payment, she grandly swept her arm over the room and said, “Just help yourself to one of the table centerpieces.”

We Christians have two problems in this regard. One might be remedied by an article such as this one. The other can be fixed only by the Holy Spirit.  The former problem is that most people who invite speakers are not themselves professional speakers and so honestly don’t know how much is involved in doing this work well. So let’s price it out straightforwardly and consider whether we pay people properly in the light of this analysis.  A speaker first has to receive the invitation, work with the inviter to clarify and agree upon terms (usually this takes correspondence back and forth), and confirm the date. Then the speaker has to prepare the talk. Sometimes, a speaker can pull a prepared text out of a file, but usually at least some fresh preparation is necessary to fit the talk to this particular group and its context. (And let’s remember that the speaker at some time did indeed have to prepare this talk from scratch, so the inviting group does have a share in the responsibility for that preparation since they will be benefiting from it.) The speaker concludes her preparation by printing out her notes and perhaps also prepares a photocopied outline or overhead slides or PowerPoint presentation for the benefit of the group.  Next, the speaker must make her travel arrangements and then actually travel. Most of this time is not productive: Airports and airplanes are not designed to aid serious work (unless the inviting group springs for first-class seats and airport lounges an uncommon practice), and driving one’s car is almost entirely useless time.  The speaker arrives and then has to wait for her particular slot. She finally gives her presentation, waits for everything to conclude and returns home. If she is out of town, normally she will have to spend at least one night in a hotel room, probably sleeping badly in a strange bed and, again, spending time in transit that is largely unproductive.  Count up all of those hours. Not just the forty minutes she actually spoke at the banquet, or the four hours she was actually in front of the microphone during a weekend conference, but the many, many hours spent in the service of the inviting group from start to finish. Divide those hours into the honorarium, assuming her costs are covered (as they sometimes aren’t for shame!), and you have the true wage the group paid her.

One speaker I know was asked to speak at a weekend conference requiring of her three plenary talks plus a couple of panel sessions. She would have to travel by plane for several hours and leave her family behind. The honorarium she was offered?

Expenses plus $300. Her husband heard of it and replied with a rueful smile, “I’ll pay you three hundred bucks to stay home with us."

Here’s yet another way to look at it. A speaker was asked to give the four major speeches at the annual meeting of a national Christian organization. He was also asked to come two days earlier than the staff meeting in order to address the national board twice. In return, he was offered travel expenses and accommodation for himself and his wife at the group’s posh conference center of which they were extremely proud.  So the speaker asked for an honorarium of $2000 for the five days he would be away plus all of the time he would spend in preparation for this large responsibility. The group’s president immediately withdrew the invitation, saying he was charging too much. Is this good stewardship by a Christian nonprofit corporation?

Or is it something else?

One wonders about the “something else” when one looks closer to home and examines the typical honoraria given to preachers who fill pulpits when pastors are on vacation. Most churches now pay $100 or so, although I know of many, including both mainline and smaller evangelical congregations, who still pay less.  Let us ask ourselves, before God, how we can justify paying a guest preacher a mere hundred bucks. He has to accept the invitation and get clear on his various duties from the person who invites him. He has to prepare the sermon again, even if he is going to preach one he has preached before, he still has to decide upon which one to preach and then prepare to preach it well on this occasion. He has to travel to our church and take his place with the other worship leaders. He has to preach the sermon and greet people afterwards. Then he has to drive home.  Time it out, and it’s likely ten hours or more that he has invested in our church. We offer him a hundred dollars, and that works out to ten bucks an hour a little more than minimum wage. He has to pay all of the taxes on that, so now he’s taking home between fifty and sixty dollars. Is that what we think our preachers are worth?

Let’s look at this from another angle. The average congregation isn’t large, so let’s suppose that about 200 people are to hear that sermon. By offering the preacher even $150 (which is more than most churches pay), we’re saying that his sermon is worth less than a dollar for each person who hears it.  The notion, however, that spiritual or theological or other “Christian” expertise should not be paid for is utterly foreign to the Bible. From the Old Testament requirements that generous provision be made for the priests to Paul’s commands in the New Testament that pastoral workers are worthy of their wages and should be paid such (I Corinthians 9), the Bible believes that people in such occupations are worthy of both esteem and financial support. Indeed, we show our esteem precisely in the financial support we give them. We think our physical health matters, so we pay good money for good physicians. How much does our spiritual health matter?

Well, let’s see what we typically pay for it. We are, in fact, putting our money where our mouth is.  Thus, we encounter the latter problem, the one that only the Holy Spirit of God can address. It might be that we pay Christian speakers badly because we were unaware of all that is involved in preparing and delivering an excellent speech. Okay. But now that we know better, we should pay better. The latter problem of simply undervaluing such Christian service, however, is a problem in our hearts, not our heads. And the Bible is plain: We undervalue our spiritual teachers at the peril of undervaluing the divine truth they bring us. God frowns on such parsimony.  Indeed, God has threatened one day to mete out to each of us our appropriate wages for such behavior. And those wages will make even a T-shirt or a table centerpiece look pretty good.

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https://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/womens-health/10561868/I-dont-want-to-live-in-a-society-where-work-is-more-important-than-grief.html

'I don't want to live in a society where work is more important than grief'
As the Government is urged to consider statutory bereavement leave, Alice Arnold writes about coping with her father's death and how she needs time off to grieve

By Alice Arnold
7:00AM GMT 10 Jan 2014

I am writing this because a report from the National Council for Palliative Care says that the Government should look into the ‘feasibility’ of statutory leave from work after a loved one dies.  As I sit here writing this I have the obituary section of The Telegraph sitting on my desk. The picture at the top of the page is of my father. This makes me immensely proud but it also means that the reality of it begins to fall into focus and it puts me in a horribly appropriate position to write this piece.  My father died on December 17, just a few weeks ago. I can’t say that it was entirely unexpected as he was approaching his 93rd birthday. He had gone into a care home just four weeks earlier because my mother had slipped a disc trying to lift him when he had a fall. The health professionals said that a care home was the only option.  My father continued to get weaker. But when I visited him on the day he died he was in great form, sitting in his chair and looking smart. We had a wonderful hour or so together. We talked about Christmas (his presents from me are still unwrapped. Clare, my partner, has kindly put them away in a safe place.)  We talked about the local history society and laughed at the fact that he had missed the talk on the History of the Cast Iron English Fire Grate. We laughed and teased each other as we always did.  So when the care home called me less than two hours later to say that he had collapsed (I know now he was already dead), it came as a shock. A terrible shock.  Mine is not the worst grief that anyone will suffer. Losing a parent will come to all of us at some point. It is not a tragedy as the loss of a child or a young spouse would be but it is grief nevertheless.  But I am lucky. I work freelance and I could choose to drop everything and be there for my mother. I have a wonderful brother who shared the workload of everything that needed to be done immediately after the death.  Decisions have to be made and they have to be made quickly. Looking through a brochure of coffins and choosing one is surely one of the strangest bits of ‘shopping’ I will ever do.  Christmas fell between my father’s death and the funeral. There was nothing we could do about that. We were surrounded by wonderful family and friends who knew that ‘Merry Christmas’ was completely inappropriate.  So the question is could I have still continued to work through this period?

My brother went back for two days before the funeral. He didn’t have to but he wanted to, perhaps to create some normality back in his life. His work colleagues were supportive and sympathetic.  Yes, I imagine I could have worked. I could have spoken without weeping but my mind is elsewhere. I may appear normal on the outside but inside I am far from normal. I drove to my parents no sorry to my mother's house the other day and took a wrong turning. It is our family home. We have owned it for 55 years and I went wrong. Concentration is difficult.  It is true what people say. The world does carry on while your own world has crumbled. I started to wonder if we should bring back the black armband. Wear it until the funeral is over.  Caitlin Moran wrote in her New Year resolutions to “treat everyone as if they have just been the receiver of bad news”. It is wonderful advice but sadly not usually followed. If someone is curt with me in a shop I want to say quietly “please be gentle, I’m hurting”.

Everyone will grieve differently. I feel my grief is only just beginning but if we live in a society where work is more important then frankly I don’t want to be part of it. Returning to work may be the best thing for some but the choice is essential and an understanding environment.  I spent days organising my father’s funeral and writing his tribute. It was the most important gift I could give him. I had to ‘get it right’. If someone had denied me that time I would never have been able to forgive them.  So should there be statutory bereavement leave?

I don’t know. I can’t make a decision. I am grieving. Maybe we don’t need rules but we do need choices. The only thing I know about this time is that I need kindness.  My father was many things. He was a war hero, he was brave and funny but most of all he was the kindest person I have ever known. He would want me to knuckle down and get on with life and I can and I will, but tears fall for no apparent reason.  My throat tightens when I least expect it. The kindness of family, friends and colleagues will help me through and I hope with all my heart that others will be as fortunate as me.

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Coping With Loss / 8 Ways to Help Your Kids through a Season of Loss
« on: August 06, 2019, 08:11:09 PM »
https://www.ibelieve.com/motherhood/8-ways-to-help-your-kids-through-a-season-of-loss.html?utm_source=iBelieve%20Daily%20Update&utm_campaign=iBelieve%20Daily%20Update&utm_medium=email&utm_content=2835246&bcid=e4f33018031efea91984e31e0247e4cf&recip=534639123%20

8 Ways to Help Your Kids through a Season of Loss
Jen Ferguson

A few summers ago, our family lost six people and our children attended no less than three funerals.  To say the summer was challenging and heart-breaking is a vast understatement. At seemingly every turn, we were bombarded with deep thoughts, hard questions, and unpredictable emotions.  If God loves us, why did He let Nani die?

Since her father died, does that mean Dad will die when I’m young, too?

She was such a good person. Why didn’t God choose to save her?

How come some people are able to overcome addiction, but others give back into it?

No matter the type of loss or the depth of grief associated with it, kids need ways to cope. It can be overwhelming to think of helping our kids at the same time we are managing our own grief. The airplane-oxygen mask analogy is overused, but only because it’s applicable in so many situations. We can’t truly help our kids through their grief if we are unwilling to help ourselves through our own. Thus, if you’re grieving the same loss as your kids, you must make sure you have your own support system in place.  Here are 8 ways to help your kids through a season of loss:

1. Let them process without interrupting.

Your kids may say things they don’t really think are true, but instead of interrupting them to question their thought patterns, just let them go on. Chances are, they will most likely arrive at what they really think just by getting everything out, especially if they are external processors. This also reinforces for them that you are a safe place to share anything that comes into their minds because they aren’t afraid of your judgement.  Grief is often messy and feels chaotic, so not holding the expectation that they should always feel a certain way at a certain time releases the pressure of the situation. And a good thing to remember emotions are neither good nor bad. They just are. We feel how we feel and that’s okay.

2. Don’t take things personally.

Grief, no matter how hard we try to manage it, comes out sideways sometimes. The anger kids feel about loss gets directed at us. Grief is best handled with an extra dose of grace. While it’s important to help kids understand the root of their anger, pointing this out at every turn may have the opposite effect we want.  Sometimes our own grief will manifest itself as anger, too. When this happens, apologize and explain to your kids what’s happening inside you. This helps them to better understand they are not the true targets and makes them more aware of how their own sideways grief may impact the people around them.

3. Let them see you cry.

We do a disservice to our kids when we aren’t real about our own emotions. Kids often take their grief cues from us. They know it’s okay to cry if we cry. They know it’s okay to talk about the loss if we talk about the loss. Yes, we need to make sure our kids don’t feel responsible for helping us to manage our emotions, but we can show sadness without overwhelming them with our own grief.

4. Help them build a support network.

Sometimes, we aren’t the ones our kids want to talk through when the hard things of life happen. Make sure your kids know there are other people that are safe to talk with who can help them through grief. For example, youth group leaders, trusted teachers, and friends’ parents are all people who you may ask to be a safe place for your child to process. Loss leaves a big hole and while no one can replace the person who has died, it’s so important for kids to know they are not alone. Many churches and non-profits have resources for support as well, such as grief support groups. Don’t forget to find and utilize your own network, too.

5. Be comfortable with their grieving styles and questions.

Sometimes we think everyone should grieve the way we do. But the truth is, everyone will handle loss a little bit (or a lot) differently than we will. Some will need to talk about it, some will want to be left alone. Many will express grief through sadness and tears, but sometimes grief also comes out in anger, harsh words, and hard questions. Some kids may want to dive right back into normal life, while others need to press the pause button for a time.  Speaking of questions, don’t be afraid to ask some of your kids. Checking in on them whether they embrace this or not shows that you care and that you genuinely empathize with their feelings of loss; that you desire to comfort them in their time of pain. If you feel like they aren’t able to talk about their pain, even when they are consistently given a safe space to do so, offer journaling or art as another way of expression.

6. Remember together.

Sometimes kids are afraid to talk about the ones they’ve lost, especially if they fear the reactions of the adults around them. But encouraging kids to talk about their memories helps everyone through their grief process.  Remembering helps us to appreciate how valuable the one we lost was to our lives and keeps their spirit alive in our memories and hearts. Encouraging your kids to write down these memories (or if their young, making a memory book with them) will continue to serve them well and provide comfort.

7. Create space for positivity.

Kids may feel ashamed if they find themselves laughing for feeling joy in the season of loss. But these are things that make hard times more bearable. Letting kids know that it’s actually good to laugh and still be able to enjoy life gives them permission to simply take things as they come. The activities in which they love to participate can still be part of their lives and actually serve to foster the grief process, not detract from it.

8. Prepare for milestones.

The “year of firsts” is incredibly hard for anyone who has experienced loss. Acknowledging that these events will be hard going into them brings validity to your kids’ emotions. Talking about your own past experiences with grief may help kids prepare for how they may feel when they reach these milestones. But here’s the thing: sometimes it’s not the exact day that’s the hardest. Knowing that there may be grief triggers before or after the event prepares you for the fact that grief is unpredictable and often comes in waves. And when the waves come, it’s usually better to ride the tide than to try to stop them.  This brings us to this very truth: one way or another, grief will come out of us in either healthy or unhealthy ways. The more space and time we give ourselves and our kids to process naturally, the more opportunities we will have to process in healthy ways.

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Faith / "Just Checking In Today"
« on: July 22, 2019, 09:42:13 PM »
A Priest passing through his church in the middle of the day, decided to pause by the altar to see who come to pray.  Just then the back door opened, and a man came down the aisle, the Priest frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while.  His shirt was torn and shabby, and his coat was worn and frayed, the man knelt down and bowed his head, then rose and walked away.  In the days that followed at precisely noon, the Priest saw this man, each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch box in his lap.  Well, the Priest’s suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear.  He decided to stop and ask the man, 'What are you doing here?'

The old man said he was a factory worker and lunch was half an hour lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power.  "I stay only a moment because the factory's far away; As I kneel here talking to the Lord, This is kinda what I say: 'I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.  DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.  SO, JESUS, THIS IS BEN, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.'"

The Priest was feeling foolish, told Ben that it was fine.  He told the man that he was welcome to pray there anytime.  'It's time to go, and thanks,' Ben said

As he hurried to the door.  Then the Priest knelt there at the altar, which he'd never done before.  His cold heart melted, warmed with love, as he met with Jesus there.  As the tears flowed down his cheeks, he repeated old Ben's prayer:  'I JUST CAME by TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.  I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.  SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.'

Past noon one day, the Priest noticed that old Ben hadn't come.  As more days passed and still no Ben, he began to worry some.  At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.  The hospital staff was worried, but he'd given them a thrill.  The week that Ben was with them, brought changes in the ward.  His smiles and joy contagious.  Changed people were his reward.  The head nurse couldn't understand why Ben could be so glad, when no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.  The Priest stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse's concern: 'No friends had come to show they cared.  He had nowhere to turn.' 

Looking surprised, old Ben spoke up and with a winsome smile; "The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, He's been here all the while.  Everyday at noon He comes here, a dear friend of mine, you see, He sits right down and takes my hand, leans over and says to me:  'I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, BEN, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.  I THINK ABOUT YOU ALWAYS AND I LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY, AND SO BEN, THIS IS JESUS, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY .'"

If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.  May God hold you in the palm of His hand And Angels watch over you.  Please pass this page on to your friends & loved ones. If you aren't ashamed.  Jesus said, ' If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed Of you before my Father.'

If you are not ashamed, pass this on.  So, FRIEND, this is ME "Just Checking In Today"

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Moving Forward / 7 Tips For Moving On After A Major Loss In Life
« on: July 14, 2019, 07:06:46 PM »
https://www.bustle.com/articles/137775-7-tips-for-moving-on-after-a-major-loss-in-life

7 Tips For Moving On After A Major Loss In Life
By Carolyn Steber
Jan 26 2016

There's nothing worse than losing someone or something you care about. Whether you're going through a breakup or dealing with the death of a family member, moving on after loss is not easy. In fact, it's an understatement to say that dealing with loss is painful, and that it takes forever to heal. But, with a little effort, it is possible to move forward with your life.  On the way to feeling better, you may go through several (annoying) phases of grief, although these phases are not typical for everyone. The traditional five stages of grief that include denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance came from psychologist Elizabeth Kübler-Ross's 1969 book, On Death and Dying.  But, as it turns out, it's not always that cut and dry. "In recent years researchers and experts have found little evidence that these stages exist. People who bounce back after a death, divorce or other traumatic loss often don't follow this sequence. Instead, many of them strive to actively move forward," noted Elizabeth Bernstein in an article on for the Wall Street Journal.

So instead of sitting back and waiting for stages to happen (or not happen), it's much better to take matters into your own hands. If you're interested in speeding up the process, or at least coping as best you can, then here are some tips for dealing with loss, and hopefully moving forward.

1. Let Yourself Feel Your Emotions

Loss is painful, scary, and upsetting. It's no wonder many people tamp it all down and ignore their feelings. But unresolved grief can lead to complications such as depression, anxiety, substance abuse, and health problems, according to Melinda Smith, M.A., and Jeanne Segal, Ph.D., on Helpguide.org."Trying to ignore your pain or keep it from surfacing will only make it worse in the long run. For real healing it is necessary to face your grief and actively deal with it," they say.

So let it all out cry, wallow, and vent as much as you need to. It's way more healthy than holding it all in.

2. Tell Everyone How You Feel, Because You're Allowed To Grieve

In today's society, we're expected to dust ourselves off, put on a clean shirt, and get back to life as soon as possible. But centuries ago, people would fully succumb to their grief, even going so far as to wear black mourning clothes for months at a time. It sounds like a genius idea, and one I wish was still in place today. According to Jana Riess on HuffingtonPost.com, "... the purpose of the all-black fashion regimen was to give the bereaved survivors some much-needed cultural latitude. The clothes they wore practically screamed, 'The following person requires a wide berth. Don't take it personally if she is distracted, or he is brusque. It's not about you.'"

Of course you don't have to wear a literal black veil, but you should be open about needing time to feel better. The more honest you are about your sadness, the more people will respect your needs.

3. Turn To People Who Care About You Most

You may want to fall into bed with no intentions of ever returning to polite society again, and that's OK to do for a while. But you should eventually let people back into your life, especially since doing so can help you move on. According to Edward T. Creagan, M.D., on MayoClinic.com, "Spending some time alone is fine, but isolation isn't a healthy way to deal with grief. A friend, a confidant, a spiritual leader all can help you along the journey of healing. Allow loved ones and other close contacts to share in your sorrow or simply be there when you cry."

4. Take Care Of Yourself, No Matter What

When you're throwing yourself around your apartment and staring out rain-streaked windows, it can be easy to let things like "food" and "sleep" slip your mind. Make sure you eat, get plenty of rest, and do things that are soothing and comforting. As Lynn Newman notes on TinyBuddha.com, "The shock of loss to all of our bodies emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual is superb. Our bodies need to be fed during this time, in order to handle such trauma. Self-care is personal, but I did the things I knew my body wanted: Lots of baths, fresh pressed organic juices, exercising, journaling, reading inspiring books, talking with friends, getting out in sunshine, taking walks, and learning to nurture myself."

Figure out what you need to do to feel healthy, and make sure you do it.

5. "Numb" Yourself With Positive Things (Drugs Not Included)

It's important to avoid numbing yourself with substances, according to the health website NHS.UK. While drugs and alcohol may offer a short vacation from the agony, in the end they will only make you feel worse. Not to mention that abusing drugs while you're sad can lead to addition problems down the road. So instead of turning to wine or bottles of Xanax, seek out counseling, turn to exercising, or start volunteering as a healthier way of distracting yourself.

6. Recognize That Time Doesn't Heal All, And That's OK

It may be hard to believe in the moment, but everyone keeps on trucking every day despite major losses in life. And you can, too. As Creagan notes, "Remember that time helps, but it might not cure. Time has the ability to make that acute, searing pain of loss less intense and to make your red-hot emotions less painful but your feelings of loss and emptiness might never completely go away. Accepting and embracing your new 'normal' might help you reconcile your losses."

7. Don't Let Anyone Tell You How To Feel

Everyone deals with loss differently, so there's no "right" way to feel when faced with a heaping pile of grief. Maybe you're a crying mess, or a totally hilarious joke cracking machine. Wherever you fall on the spectrum is fine, regardless of what people say. As Smith and Segal note, "Don’t let anyone tell you how to feel, and don’t tell yourself how to feel either. Your grief is your own, and no one else can tell you when it’s time to 'move on' or 'get over it.' Let yourself feel whatever you feel without embarrassment or judgment."

Dealing with loss is not easy, but there are ways to take care of yourself and make it (slightly) easier.

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Fun, Games And Silliness / QUIZ: Reading them slowly may help.
« on: July 14, 2019, 06:53:41 PM »
QUIZ: Reading them slowly may help.

1. Johnny's mother had three children. The first child was named April. The second child was named May. What was the third child's name?

Answer: Johnny, of course

2. There is a clerk at the butcher shop, he is five feet ten inches tall, and he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh?

Answer: Meat.

3. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the world?

Answer: Mt. Everest

4. How much dirt is there in a hole that measures two feet by three feet by four feet?

Answer: There is no dirt in a hole.

5. What word in the English language is always spelled incorrectly?

Answer: Incorrectly

6. Billy was born on December 28th, yet her birthday is always in the summer. How is this possible?

Answer: Billy lives in the Southern Hemisphere

7. In California, you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why not?

Answer: You can't take pictures with a wooden leg. You need a camera to take pictures.

8. If you were running a race and you passed the person in 2nd place, what place would you be in now?

Answer: You would be in 2nd.

10. Which is correct to say, "The yolk of the egg are white" or "The yolk of the egg is white"?

Answer: Neither, the yolk of the egg is yellow.

11. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another field?

Answer: One. If he combines all of his haystacks, they all become one big stack.

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Faith / THE RICH FAMILY IN CHURCH
« on: July 14, 2019, 06:42:48 PM »
THE RICH FAMILY IN CHURCH
By Eddie Ogan

I'll never forget Easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12,and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money.  By 1946 my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before Easter the pastor of our church announced that a special Easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially.  When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn't listen to the radio, we'd save money on that month's electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three pot holders to sell for $1.  We made $20 on pot holders. That month was one of the best of our lives.  Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we'd sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. We had about 80 people in church, so figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering.  The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change.  We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money before.  That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn't care that we wouldn't have new clothes for Easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering.  We could hardly wait to get to church! On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn't own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn't seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet.  But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt rich.  When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front. Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20.  As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled Easter eggs with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn't say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills.  Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn't talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn't have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly. We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night.  We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew we didn't have a lot of things that other people had, but I'd never thought we were poor.  That Easter day I found out we were. The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn't like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn out shoes and felt so ashamed I didn't even want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor!  I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time. We sat in silence for a long time. Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money?

We didn't know. We'd never known we were poor. We didn't want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn't talk on the way.  Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, "Can't we all sacrifice to help these poor people?"

We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week.  Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy. Ocy put it in the offering.  When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn't expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, "You must have some rich people in this church."

Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that "little over $100."

We were the rich family in the church! Hadn't the missionary said so?

From that day on I've never been poor again. I've always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus!

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https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/luke-ryan-hart-father-murder-mother-sister-spalding-a8928471.html

Online hate spurred on our father to kill our mother and sister, say his sons

'He believed that just because he was a man he was entitled to having a wife to serve him who met his every wish. He never believed what he was doing was wrong even murdering mum and Charlotte,' says Ryan Hart

Maya Oppenheim
Women's Correspondent @mayaoppenheim ,
Maya Yagoda
@mayayagoda
Saturday 25 May 2019 17:12

Online networks where misogynistic hate are routinely shared spurred on a domestic abuser to murder his wife and daughter with a sawn-off shotgun, his two sons have said.  Lance Hart, 57, killed his 50-year-old wife and 19-year-old daughter before turning the weapon on himself in a swimming pool car park in Spalding in Lincolnshire in 2016.  Mr Hart, who was described as a “cold, calculated, scheming man” by a coroner but as a “nice guy” who was “always caring” and “good at DIY” by the media after the murders, subjected his wife to a campaign of domestic abuse and coercive control for 27 years before carrying out the killing.  The murders happened five days after the brothers had helped their mother Claire and sister Charlotte escape their father after saving up their own money to do so for years.  Luke and Ryan Hart say that it was their father’s gendered view of the world which ultimately led him to murder his daughter and wife of 25 years.  The brothers, who describe their father as a “domestic terrorist” and their situation of abuse as a “domestic hostage”, say their father’s patriarchal views were linked to the fact his own mother was a “typical 1950s housewife” and was “very submissive” to her husband.  “She did all the cleaning, all the cooking and did not drive and just served her husband,” 28-year-old Ryan said. “Our father saw that growing up and he tried to replicate it in our family. It was not that he had been through anything difficult. He just grew up with an expectation of women and families from five or six decades ago. He did not really inherit any trauma. He just inherited the belief system.”

He added: “Despite society changing, he refused to change his beliefs. Our father believed that his birthright as a man was power over women and children so he believed that just because he was a man he was entitled to having a wife to serve him, who met his every wish. He never believed what he was doing was wrong even murdering mum and Charlotte.  In his murder note, he justified his actions because he believed that we had destroyed his world view that we were going against what he was entitled to. In his view of the world, us disobeying him was punishable by death. He had no ability for introspection at all. There was not a single point in his life that he doubted what he was choosing to do.”

Mr Hart’s control included financial abuse, isolating his family, accusing his wife of being gay or having an affair if she met friends after work, stopping her from applying for promotions at work, refusing to let her go on holidays, including going to watch her son Ryan’s triathlon in Turkey, and banning his sons from talking to their aunt and uncle for ten years. Their mother’s revolved around a “rigid schedule” he created for her which involved doing chores and being home at a certain time.  “Growing up, our father created numerous trivial rules, like filling the kettle up. If it was not full he would go absolutely mental for hours. He was always trying to find better ways to have control over us,” Luke, his 29-year-old brother, added.

He said his father looked at conspiracy theories on the internet and spent a great deal of time on “misogynistic” closed forums which did not have a specific agenda but attracted people who were anti-government.  “They were self-pity parties,” he said. “Online hidden closed forums of men who think they are subverting the government. But they are pathetic. They just complain about women, complain about power, complain about the world they did not succeed in because of supposed problems with the world not them”.

He said his father subjected his mother to financial abuse throughout their relationship and after the murders, they found out he had given away over £10,000 to friends from the internet in an attempt to control the family by keeping them “cash poor”.  “At the time it made no sense why he was giving money away,” he added. “Not to charities but to random men. When we found out afterwards it was like ‘why the f**k would you do that’ but actually it is very clear that our father valued control over anything in the world and what he was effectively doing was paying for control of our mother. By giving money away, it made sure there were no collective assets in the relationship, so our mother could never leave because she was only earning five or six grand a year. He was a low-status male in the public world but he was a high-status male in the private world because he had domination of his family.”

Mr Hart had sole control over the family’s bank accounts and all of his wife’s spending was scrutinised, with her having to provide receipts for everything, his brother Ryan added. He said his father saw him and his brother’s earnings as a threat to “the chains he had around our mother” and wanted to minimise their money too.

The brothers, who are both engineers, said they were left deeply disturbed by the media’s coverage of their father’s murders. They said the letter, a 12-page note found on a USB stick in his car, their father left behind was a byproduct of months of researching online actual family murders and “taking the media justifications”.  Luke said: “The media call it a suicide note. We call it a murder note. but really it is a manifesto a political manifesto these men write when they kill their families. It was a manifesto about a gendered view of the world that the media was very happy to echo and give coverage. Whereas if someone creates a racially abusive manifesto and goes on to commit a crime, the media says ‘oh should we not publish it’. But when domestic abusers do it they just publish it willy nilly. Mum and Charlotte were the ones who were questioned in the media coverage, our father was given justifications, not a single question was asked of his behaviour.” 

He said that neither he or his brother had a proper relationship with their father saying that he believed Mr Hart had simply seen children as vehicles through which one can establish control over women.  Neither of the brothers saw their father’s behaviour as domestic abuse at the time with Ryan explaining his father was so calculating that he eventually started thinking that he himself was the problem.  “You start to normalise yourself to the abuse and actually start to believe it is not abuse and it is just me unable to satisfy the rules that are in place in the world,” he said. “I guess by the time you are able to really comprehend what is going on you are so intertwined in the abuse that you start to believe that you are the one that needs to change.”

Society needs to shift the focus onto controlling behaviour, he said, rather than violence when tackling domestic abuse, because control is the ultimate aim of abusers.  “We just thought domestic abuse was something that was miserable but not lethal and actually we found out in research afterwards that domestic abuse is hugely dangerous in our society,” Luke added. “Nearly a quarter of all murders are domestic homicides and women and children are at most danger of being killed in their own homes. One thing that really struck us was the fact 100 women every year are killed by partners or ex-partners which is almost ten times terrorist-related deaths. The key thing to identify is that this is deadly. We are always following the abuser but a third of domestic homicides have no history of violence. They all have a history of control but a third of them don’t have a history of violence like ours.”

The brothers, who have gone on to become prominent campaigners on the issue of domestic abuse, said that it was their mother and sister who had helped them learn how to be a force for good in the world.  “From mum and Charlotte, we learnt that even in an environment of hate and suffering, you can apply yourself and you do not have to give in and just be an excuse which our father was,” Luke added. “He was just an excuse. That is all he ever was. But mum and Charlotte created themselves, in spite of that environment, into incredible people and we use them as examples.”

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Nicholas Winton, Savior of Children During Holocaust, Dies at 106
July 1, 2015, 11:33 PM GMT+1 / Updated July 2, 2015, 12:47 AM GMT+1 / Source: Associated Press

LONDON — He was just a 29-year-old clerk at the London Stock Exchange when he faced the challenge of a lifetime. Traveling with a friend to Czechoslovakia in 1938, as the drums of impending war echoed around Europe, Nicholas Winton was hit by a key realization.  The country was in danger and no one was saving its Jewish children.  Winton would almost single-handedly save more than 650 Jewish children from the Holocaust, earning himself the label "Britain's Schindler." He died Wednesday at age 106 in a hospital near Maidenhead, his hometown west of London, his family said.  Winton arranged trains to carry children from Nazi-occupied Prague to Britain, battling bureaucracy at both ends and saving them from almost certain death. He then kept quiet about his exploits for a half-century.  For almost 50 years, Winton said nothing about what he had done. It only emerged in 1988 when his wife Grete found documents in the attic of their home. "There are all kinds of things you don't talk about, even with your family," Winton said in 1999.  "Everything that happened before the war actually didn't feel important in the light of the war itself."Petr David Josek / AP

His daughter, Barbara, said she hoped her father would be remembered for his wicked sense of humor and charity work as well as his wartime heroism. And she hoped his legacy would be inspiring people to believe that even difficult things were possible.  "He believed that if there was something that needed to be done you should do it," she said. "Let's not spend too long agonizing about stuff. Let's get it done."

"[He] was a man who valued human life above all else, and there are those who are alive today who are testament to his dedication and sacrifice"

British Prime Minister David Cameron said "the world has lost a great man."

Jonathan Sacks, Britain's former chief rabbi, said Winton "was a giant of moral courage and determination, and he will be mourned by Jewish people around the world."

In Israel, President Reuven Rivlin said Winton will be remembered as a hero from "those darkest of times."

"[He] was a man who valued human life above all else, and there are those who are alive today who are testament to his dedication and sacrifice," Rivlin said.

Winton persuaded British officials to accept children, as long as foster homes were found and a 50-pound guarantee was paid for each one to ensure they had enough money to return home later. At the time, their stays were only expected to be temporary.  Setting himself up as the one-man children's section of the British Committee for Refugees from Czechoslovakia, Winton set about finding homes and guarantors, drawing up lists of about 6,000 children, publishing pictures to encourage British families to agree to take them.  In the months before the outbreak of World War II, eight trains carried children from Czechoslovakia through Germany to Britain. In all, Winton got 669 children out.  The children from Prague were among some 10,000 mostly Jewish children who made it to Britain on what were known as the Kindertransports (children's transports). Few of them would see their parents again.  Although many more Jewish children were saved from Berlin and Vienna, those operations were better organized and better financed. Winton's operation was unique because he worked almost alone.  Several of the children he saved grew up to have prominent careers, including filmmaker Karel Reisz, British politician Alf Dubs and Canadian journalist Joe Schlesinger.  Still, he rejected the description of himself as a hero, insisting that unlike Schindler, his own life had never been in danger.  "At the time, everybody said, 'Isn't it wonderful what you've done for the Jews? You saved all these Jewish people,'" Winton said. "When it was first said to me, it came almost as a revelation. Because I didn't do it particularly for that reason. I was there to save children."

Winton was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in 2003 and also honored in the Czech Republic, where last year he received the country's highest state honor, the Order of the White Lion. "He was a person I admired for his personal bravery," said Czech President Milos Zeman.

Winton's wife Grete died in 1999. He is survived by his daughter Barbara, his son Nick and several grandchildren.

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Losing a Parent / My Parents
« on: June 19, 2019, 11:16:48 PM »
My mum died on the 1st April 2011 and I can't say I have really grieved over her.  We didn't have the greatest of relationships which didn't get better with time.  The only time I cried was on the day of the funeral which is sad really but there are times I really miss her.

My dad died on the 27th February 2017 and that was much different even though he died exactly how he wanted - at home and going about his life normally.  It was harder for my sister as she was the one who found him and it was soon after he died.  Even though my dad had health problems and was 87 years old it was still classed as a sudden death because he died at home.  The funeral was over a month later due to the coroners office taking its time.  What has helped my sister and me has been being able to talk about happy memories.

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Fun, Games And Silliness / Jokes
« on: June 19, 2019, 11:02:27 PM »
The teacher asked her students which state they thought has the most cows. A little girl raised her hand and said Texas.  The teacher said, "That is right, you get an 'A'. Now which state do you think has the most sheep?"

A little boy raised his hand and said Montana. The teacher said, "That's right, you get an 'A'. Who can tell me which state has the most turkeys?"

Little Johnny raised his hand and said, that's easy, "Washington D.C."

The teacher gave him an A+.

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