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Friday Frivolity

As I mentioned a couple of days ago, this has been a bit of a crazy week. The primary reason is a really good one: Aileen and I just completed the purchase of our first house. We are now waiting only for a piece of paper to change hands from our lawyer to our real estate agent and it’s a done deal. While we would have preferred a single home property, housing prices in this area are sufficiently high that we decided to buy a townhouse - a good, cost-effective way of building some equity towards a “real” house in the future. So we found a nice, upgraded, four bedroom townhouse that should serve us well. Best of all it is quite near our current house so we will not have far to move. We take possession of the house near the end of March.

So this is all very exciting for us! After eight years of paying rent we will be thrilled to finally pay our own mortgage rather than someone else’s. We are exceedingly grateful to God for providing a home for us. We have perhaps not been as diligent as we should have been in seeking such a blessing, but my mother and sister have been praying on our behalf for a long time. This house is the answer to many prayers. One blessing this house will provide is a more natural setting to invite people over. The house we live in now, where we have been for the past five years, is very poorly-suited to entertain people, primarily because there is nowhere for the children to play except for where the adults are trying to converse. The new house remedies this with a large, bright, finished basement that will become the children’s play area. One of the upstairs rooms will become the new headquarters of Challies Dot Com and should be able to fit enough bookshelves that I can be in the same room as my books.

We are looking forward to meeting our new neighbours and to, hopefully, sharing our faith with them. When I was growing up my family’s house was always that house on the street where all the children gathered. My mom was the mom that all the children turned to. Our house was always buzzing with activity and the door was always open. I hope and pray that our house can be that house.

So if you live in the Toronto area and are interested in getting some exercise on or around March 25, do let me know!

Last night I was browsing through a book of verse and found a little poem by Robert Herrick that seemed timely. Here is Herrick’s “A Thanksgiving To God For His House.”

LORD, Thou hast given me a cell

                  Wherein to dwell 

And little house, whose humble roof

                  Is weather-proof 

Under the spars of which I lie

                  Both soft and dry ;

Where Thou my chamber for to ward

                  Hast set a guard

Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep

                  Me, while I sleep.

Low is my porch, as is my fate,

                  Both void of state 

And yet the threshold of my door

                  Is worn by th’ poor,

Who thither come, and freely get

                  Good words or meat 

Like as my parlour, so my hall

                  And kitchen’s small ;

A little buttery, and therein

                  A little bin

Which keeps my little loaf of bread

                  Unclipt, unflead.

Some little sticks of thorn or briar

                  Make me a fire,

Close by whose living coal I sit,

                  And glow like it.

Lord, I confess, too, when I dine,

                  The pulse is Thine,

And all those other bits, that be

                  There placed by Thee ;

The worts, the purslain, and the mess

                  Of water-cress,

Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent 

                  And my content

Makes those, and my beloved beet,

                  To be more sweet.

‘Tis Thou that crown’st my glittering hearth

                  With guiltless mirth ;

And giv’st me wassail bowls to drink,

                  Spiced to the brink.

Lord, ‘tis Thy plenty-dropping hand,

                  That soils my land ;

And giv’st me for my bushel sown,

                  Twice ten for one.

Thou mak’st my teeming hen to lay

                  Her egg each day ;

Besides my healthful ewes to bear

                  Me twins each year,

The while the conduits of my kine

                  Run cream for wine.

All these, and better Thou dost send

                  Me, to this end,

That I should render, for my part,

                  A thankful heart ;

Which, fired with incense, I resign,

                  As wholly Thine 

But the acceptance, that must be,

                  My Christ, by Thee.

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