Oh, how I praise the Lord, How I rejoice in the God my Savior! For he took notice of his lowly servant girl, and now generation after generation will call me blessed. For he, the Mighty One, is holy, and he has done great things for me. His mercy goes on from generation to generation, to all who fear him. His mighty arm does tremendous things! How he scatters the proud and haughty ones! He has taken princes from their thrones and exalted the lowly. He has satisfied the hungry with good things and sent the rich away with empty hands. And how he has helped his servant Israel! He has not forgotten his promise to be merciful. For he promised our ancestors – Abraham and his children – to be merciful to them forever. (The Magnificat Luke 1: 47-55)

The Magnificat is Mary’s song in praise of God when she learned that she would be the mother of the Savior. She noted that God is the champion of the poor, the oppressed and despised.

I am reminded of the people in my life who willingly give of themselves when a need arises. The family who housed a refugee family of six in their vacant home before they put it on the market.

The couple, parents of young children, who brought an immigrant family of five to live with them until they could get established. The family who housed a teenager after she was tossed out of her home upon graduating from high school. The woman who for years has been the Burmese refugee 911, helping them in many ways including housing them from time to time.

All of these people are welcoming Jesus even as they provide for those in need. They, too, can sing this song.

Prayer: Come Lord Jesus, be a guest in my home and in my heart. Thank you for the people I know and love who lead by example and show me how to serve you through acts of kindness and generosity. Help me to pick up the wand and do what I can with what I have where I am. Amen.

Iva Richards
Mission Outreach volunteer

If you say, “The Lord is my refuge” and you make the Most High your Dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways: they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. (Psalm 91:9-12)

An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. (Luke 22:43)

I have always been one to know that there are angels from God. From your guardian angel to the choir of angels and the angel appeared before them. All the angels in glowing, flowing gowns, and halos glow.

I genuinely believe all of it, but did you ever think of your earthly angels? Let me tell you about one of my most important earthly angels. Just one for now, I do have other favorites.

About five or six years ago, I fell into a trap. Working too hard, going to church on any given Sunday and felt empty inside. Oh, I still believed in God … kind of, but the emptiness would not go away. I came to church to personally talk to our choir director, letting her know I will no longer be in choir or in church for that matter. Bubbling over with tears (tears are not that uncommon for me, happy or sad). She talked to me and kept in touch, not letting me forget church and the love of God. She also turned me to listen to Christian music.

At home, I started to read the Bible and not too long after that I went back to church. Being told by Pastor Chris “welcome home” and Vicki coming to me with a big hug. Yes, she is one of my favorite earthly angels, and mostly my tears are happy ones now, in loving all my angels who love me, my love for God and anyone I have touched with love and kindness.

Has someone done that for you, made a difference in your life that you will never forget?
I want to urge each and every one who reads this to recognize some of their angels. And always try to be someone else’s angel. Got to love them.

Karen Simington
Council President

Remember that the temptations that come into your life are no different from what others experience.

And God is faithful. He will keep the temptation from becoming so strong that you can’t stand up against it. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you will not give in to it. (1 Cor. 10:13)

When I was 19, I left the comfort of my home in central WI to go to nursing school at Lutheran Hospital in the big city of Milwaukee. With me I took my parent’s blessings, a suitcase of homemade clothes, a few hundred dollars I had saved working at Woody’s Cheese Co. for a year so I could afford school, and this passage from the Bible. I tacked it to my bulletin board where it remained the whole three years I was there.

To me that Word of God meant that whatever challenges or barriers or yes, temptations, would come my way, I could deal with them with God’s help. I could rely on God’s spirit and love to guide me in decision making in both words and actions. And I didn’t have to waste energy worrying that I would measure up to the high standards of my school.

Those Lutheran sisters ran a tight ship and students were expected to go along with the rules and expectations without complaint. Paul’s words gave me the serenity and peace of mind to know that I could meet the rigors of class work, clinical experiences and social mores if I paid attention to God’s direction and put myself in His hands.

Prayer: Dear God, thank you for being there for us in all of the difficult times in our lives. Help us to realize you are always there with a hand on our shoulder to comfort and guide us and we just need to listen with a quiet heart and a peaceful mind and then act according to your wishes. Amen.

Iva Richards
Mission Outreach Volunteer

Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths. (Psalms 25.4)

I grew up in Southwest Minnesota. The winters there can be very cold and filled with blizzards. Many times, we would be at school when the wind would begin to blow and the snow would start blocking the roads in the country. School would then be cancelled and the buses would line up to take us home. In town the weather never seemed that bad but out in the country, it was another story.

I remember a day when school let out early. I got on the bus and sat down by my friend. My sister Kris sat in front of us. We were around eight and nine years old. The mood on the bus was celebratory. We were getting to go home early! My friend Debbie had brought a bag of popcorn with her so we sat on the warm bus and munched our way home. I don’t think we were concerned about the weather. We were just happy to be heading home early.

When the bus pulled up at the end of our long driveway, Kris and I got off. I doubt that we were bundled up as well as we could have been. We hadn’t been paying attention to what was happening outside. When the bus pulled away, we were hit with a cold wind that took our breath away. The snow was blinding and was hitting our faces like needles. The driveway was blown shut with snow. I remember wanting to lie down because the wind was hitting me so hard. I didn’t know how we would make it home. At that moment I saw a shadowy figure coming towards us. It was our Dad. He had been watching for the bus and had come to meet us. He took us each by the hand and led us through the grove where the trees provided some relief from the wind. Before we knew it, we could see our house up ahead. I believe that he saved our lives that day.

I’ve often thought about that moment and how it applies to my life today. Many times, we are not prepared for what we face. We don’t know which way to turn and sometimes we feel like giving up. I believe that it’s in those moments that God takes us by the hand and leads us home. He may lead us by a different route than we expected or would have considered but we can trust Him to keep us safe. He watches for us and guides us home.

Melody Maass
Pastoral Assistant

People that know me are often surprised to hear that I suffered a profound episode of depression that lasted over the course of several years. Although it occurred over 25 years ago, there were several pivotal turning points I experienced as I righted my ship toward recovery.

One such occurrence happened by surprise. Carol and I purchased some vacation property, perhaps attempting to provide some solace and refuge in my tumultuous life. At the time, we were living in a condo. While we enjoyed that carefree lifestyle, I still longed to get my hands in some dirt. One of the things I most looked forward to in purchasing this property was to own some dirt so I could grow some flowers.

One result of my depression was losing my job, which occurred shortly after purchasing the property. As a result, money was tight. Not to be deterred, I resigned myself to planting flower seeds instead of purchasing our customary flower flats. One of the flower seeds I chose was celosias. The package stated the flowers would grow 12” – 18” in height so I thought stems of these showy blooms would be a nice addition to a vase.

I toiled for many hours to prepare a virgin planting bed that would hopefully become a showplace of blooms in the coming weeks. I can still recall the sinking feeling I had when I opened the package of seeds and dumped them into my hand. The seeds were smaller than poppy seeds! “How in the world would these seeds grow into anything worthwhile?” I thought. Nonetheless, I lovingly placed the seeds in the ground thinking, “Please God. I need some beautiful flowers in my life right now.”

Each Friday we would arrive at our property only to find weak little seedlings struggling for survival. I would think, “Please God. I need some flowers!” After some weeks, these tiny seeds took hold and started growing strong and sturdy. By August we had a towering forest of celosias that were chest height and exploding with color and beauty. I was stunned!

Even all these years later, I am feeling my breath being taken away as I recall this sight. The story doesn’t end there though. For many years, these same celosias re-seeded themselves and grew proudly. We had so many re-seeded plants in the following years, we had enough to share. The blessing continued for many years.

The lesson I learned is that God surprises us many times over our expectations if we just have faith and trust Him. Of course, the Bible verse that comes to mind is Matthew 17:20. He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly I tell you, if you have the faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.”

 Prayer: Loving God, In those times in my life when we need you the most, it sometimes seems like you are the farthest away. In those times, and all times, help me to remember that you are just a prayer away. You already know what I need, and you will provide if I just trust and have faith in You. In your gracious name I pray. Amen.

Steve Spieker
Joyful Worship Wing Co-Leader

Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk, for I give myself to you. (Psalm 143:8)

Somewhere in the neighborhood of 6:00 am you can find me with a cup of coffee and one cookie (it used to be two!), ready to spend some time alone with God. How this started, I no longer remember, but it has been going on for 30 years. The location has changed through the years; a favorite chair in the living room, a quiet spot on the patio in the summertime, sitting near the water or staring at the woods.

In 2020, I have had a need to be outdoors more and began taking daily walks in the early morning hours. Those walks have turned into prayer time. Sometimes, I just begin with overwhelming thankfulness for the beautiful morning, other times, I have real concerns for the problems of the day, with my family, my friends, my world around me.

Walking and talking with God is so calming. Sometimes, I just listen for His input and He reassures me that He is still in charge. Yes, sometimes, ideas and thoughts pop into my head on a new way to deal with the very concerns I shared with Him. I often say, “Was that you God?”

We are now in the Advent Season of the church year and daily walks depend on the temperatures, the direction and pace the wind is coming from, and safety of walking surfaces. I find myself, back in my favorite chair, with devotionals and my bible, connecting with God. We are preparing for Christmas in all the usual ways. Mornings are a great time to reflect on the season at hand and appreciate what it means to believe that a baby born in Bethlehem came to save us from the troubles of the world. He said, “Come to me with all your concerns” “I will be with you.” What a great time of the year it is!

Prayer: Lord, I anticipate the celebration of Your birth and I anticipate Your return. May I forever be in an “advent” frame of mind, excited about spending time with You. Amen.

Jan Zastrow
Small Group Leader

Thy word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path. (Psalms 119:105)

Bike riding has always been something I’ve enjoyed doing. One of my favorite places to ride is on the Elroy Sparta bike trail in Wisconsin. It is one of the first trails to be made on an old railroad bed. The crushed limestone trail runs through small rural towns in Wisconsin. It is a beautiful scenic place to ride.

The trail is known for its three tunnels. There is a sign outside each tunnel telling you to walk your bike through the tunnel. Since you can see the light at the other end of the tunnel it seems like riding through wouldn’t be all that difficult. Most people can’t resist trying to ride through the tunnels.

At first it is easy but then you get to the middle of the tunnel where it is very dark. If you take your eyes off of the light at the end of the tunnel you run a very real risk of riding off the trail and crashing into the side of the tunnel. I speak from experience. The only way to ride through safely is to keep your eyes fixed on the pin point of light at the end of the tunnel and not on anything else.

I’ve often thought about how this applies to my faith walk. When I’m in the dark moments I can easily crash and burn when I focus on what I’m going through and not on God’s light. If I keep my focus on Jesus I can navigate through the difficult times.

Melody Maass
Pastoral Assistant