Piping With A Purpose

My Admiration for Pipe Bands

2012-01-07T21:57:00.000-08:00

I love belonging to a pipe band. The combination of playing my favourite instrument with others and the camaraderie of friends with the same interests have been compelling forces from the time I first joined a pipe band until this day. I love to play with the band either in a parade or just to practice. And, if I should happen to be standing on a street watching a pipe band leading the parade, it’s wonderful to see the pipers and drummers swinging along, gliding simultaneously to the beat, marching neatly, row on row, proud and disciplined, playing Scottish music and honoring their heritage. Even as they pass and all I see is the last row, consisting only of tenor drummers, I enjoy seeing them spinning their drumsticks upwards, wafting the band’s music to the sky, as though it was the sweet fragrance of perfume.

There has always been a deep feeling of friendship in the bands in which I’ve belonged. Older and experienced pipers have graciously passed along their techniques while younger members have responded with enthusiasm. The result has been an improvement in overall performance. Friendship has extended to the occasional Sunday brunch at a hotel, with members and their wives or husbands, and the tailgate picnics after out-of-town parades, which were prepared by the ladies in the band. These enjoyable informal gatherings enabled us to know each other as friends as well as fellow musicians.

What I love mostly, is to play harmony either in the band or with individuals. We were particularly fortunate in our Army and Navy and Air Force Pipe Band in Winnipeg, to have as our pipe major, P/M Ian Conn, an ex-member of the Schotts and Dykehead World Championship Pipe Band. He had a wonderfully keen ear for tuning, and it was because of his special efforts to tune chanters and drones to perfection, that our band was made to sound so well. He was careful to drill the band on its attacks, finishes, accuracy of notes and timing. He admonished us to listen to the piper on either side of us and to the drummers. Indeed, it was a pleasure to play under such dedicated leadership and with conscientious pipers and drummers. After practice, when the pipes were going so well, there was an urge to play just another tune or two for the benefit of anyone who wanted to listen. The tonal quality from such beautifully tuned pipes, steady from the evening’s practice was thrilling -as if the pipes just wanted to be played.

I was fortunate to have had many years of playing along with my Dad, Earl MacDonald and my brother, Ken. The three of us often marched in the same row. Dad would say we were three brothers. That’s how he described the picture taken of us in the Rosebowl Parade in Pasadena.

It was disappointing for P/M Hugh Fraser of the Saskatoon Light Infantry Pipe Band, when we moved from there to Winnipeg Manitoba, for he would have lost three pipers at once. However, for us, we were founding members of The Manitoba Pipes and Drums under P/M Jack Reay’s direction. Our band consistently won the Western Canadian Championship. Ken and I delayed our return to university each fall, to compete as soloists and with the band. Either of us loved to report to our inquiring professors, that our band had been successful once again.

I’ve enjoyed Mondays’ band practices. It’s so beneficial to belong to a band and practice its repertoire, new tunes and medleys. It keeps the pipes in beautiful playing order and ready to play for personal engagements. Consequently, I have had confidence that my pipes would be playing well for morning worship services, weddings, funerals, memorials or piping in a head table. I thoroughly enjoy playing in a pipe band and am thankful for the privilege of being a member.

A Wedding Medley

2011-12-24T12:45:00.000-08:00

It was the biggest wedding for which I had ever played. The bride wanted a worshipful ceremony, with all her friends attending. The church was filled to capacity, which is 800 people. She knew and loved everyone because she administered the children’s program. To assure full attendance, it was a holiday, Remembrance Day.

In planning the music, she asked the organist to play the introductory selections and the pianist to play for her singing group. The piper would play the bride and groom out of the church to the reception hall immediately after the ceremony.

The bride and I sat down beforehand in the sanctuary and discussed the piper’s music. She wanted it to be worshipful and to include recognizable hymn-tunes suitable to the occasion. My pipes were with me, so I began with, “Blest Be The Tie That Binds,” “Love Divine, All Loves Excelling,” and “The Love of God.” She was delighted and said she would love to have me continue the medley with hymns such as those, to lead the guests from the sanctuary into the reception hall.

When the time came, I played additional hymns to include, “When Love is Found,” “What a Fellowship,” “Standing on the Promises,” “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee,” “Hail the Glorious Golden City,” “Highland Cathedral.” and “I Am So Glad.”

Recently, I asked another piper what tune he played to bring in the bride. He answered, “Scotland the Brave,” adding that for most people, it’s simply the majestic sound of the pipes that they like to hear and that the tune itself doesn’t matter. Once, I heard a piper playing “The Road to the Isles,” to pipe the bride and groom out of the church. Appropriate tunes would have been “The Highland Wedding March,” Mary’s Wedding” or “Highland Cathedral.” Of course, it depends upon a piper’s repertoire.

To pipe in the bride, it is well to play classical pieces such as the ones to be found in “Wedding Music for the Church Piper.” Less formal music could be played to pipe the bride and groom from the church. For this recent wedding, I thoroughly enjoyed playing music that was familiar to everyone, having them stand around me, even singing, and taking pictures as I played.

Looking Back From the Future

2011-12-06T17:22:00.000-08:00

My wife and I were asked to participate in a research project by a couple of university students. Their objective was to gather information from seniors, to help them in the design of an interesting environment for residents in a Seniors’ Residence. I don’t know how they will use it, but we will eventually receive their report.

We were each given a box that we were asked to decorate. Inside, were beads of various sizes and shapes. They were to be dropped into a glass jar according to our moods during the week. We were to draw a colored picture of our own choosing. Our imaginations were needed to complete the house for which an outline was given, and with the disposable camera, we were to photograph whatever appealed to us. Most challenging, was the request to write a letter that day, to our own self, who would be 20 years old.

Indeed, this boggled my mind, as did the movie, “Back to the Future.” Nevertheless, I imagined myself at 20, interested to read the letter and know something about our future and the decisions he must make for us in the decades ahead.

I congratulated myself on having achieved three years at university, with only another before graduation. I didn’t warn myself that one year would expand into another ten, before I could say I was trained for my vocation. I said he’d have the considerable task to decide what he was going to be in life and it would be as though he, the young person, was responsible for choosing the grown man’s vocation.

I mentioned that he and his brother Ken, who became a dentist, had taken up flying lessons after their final graduations and were taught to be careful pilots. Keith took his friends for flights and not long afterwards, two of them lost their lives, because they decided to do some low-level acrobatics even though they had been taught to be careful. This accident and another, in which I was driving on the highway and was cut off, made me a safer driver. I warned my young self to be cautious when driving. He was responsible for my life and for others. In the car accident about which I spoke, he would find himself in the ditch with only a slice in his back door. I know this would be a valuable warning to myself as I matured.

I advised Keith, not to be influenced by other students who would be having a great time outside when they should be preparing for final exams. There would be plenty of time for him in the years ahead, to enjoy glorious days outside, satisfied that he had prepared me well for my life’s work.

I advised him that he would be lonely in the early years of his professional practice, but that it would be worthwhile to wait until the right person came into his life, to get married and have a family. I told him that he could anticipate having two achieving children, a son and a daughter who would grow up and have their own families. He would have 5 grandchildren.

Although what transpired in my life will be exactly what my young self at 20 will still experience, there’s satisfaction in thinking that congratulating him for his achievements thus far and warning him about the dangers in life would be as helpful to him as if he was receiving a message from the future, to guide his way through life. In addition to the dangers that he would be wise to avoid, he would have good opportunities that he should not miss. By trusting God, he could be confident that he was doing what was right and that his life would be happiest.

I told him about my recent engagements playing the bagpipes for several weddings and funerals and that it would be worthwhile for him to cultivate this kind of diversion from his work, for relaxation and the sake of developing friendships.

Peeves About How Tunes Are Played

2011-10-29T22:25:00.000-07:00

In the playing of music, I’ve encountered those who gain speed in coming across a dotted quarter note such as in “The Dream Valley of Glendaruel.” After stopping a chanter practice at that point, to say that this note must be given two beats, I heard someone say, “a dotted quarter note has the value of one and a half beats.”

This was a wise answer, because that is what he had been taught. But, how does one count that extra half beat? The time given to the dot must fall into the next beat of course! Some will continue to have difficulty understanding the need to hold a dotted quarter note for two beats. With practice, everyone will eventually accept the right way, assisted by a teacher’s kind instruction. Beginners learn easily, knowing their teacher is striving to help them to improve. Long-time players on the other hand, are often engrained in sloppy habits and find it difficult to make the changes that will improve not only their playing but that of the band.

Some believe that to be able to play a tune fast causes them to be recognized for their excellence in playing. Inaccuracies because of speed can have the opposite effect. A tune such as “The Black Bear Hornpipe” for instance, should not be played fast, but instead, with clarity, articulation, distinction and precision of time. One should hear the introductory notes and appreciate the emphasis given to the two quarter notes at the beginning. From there on, there is a beautiful cadence emphasized by the drum section. The second part can become a jumble of notes if care is not taken to enunciate them. In contrast, when that part is well played it’s as if the music is being lifted into the air by the drum section.

And what is it that gives music its quality that makes a person want to listen? It’s a nice melody with excellent timing, on a well-tuned instrument, having notes emphasized, which are on the beat. If two pipers are playing together, then they should be listening intently to one another, to sound as one, being in tune with one another. Correct pressure on the bag assures that this is so. Insufficient pressure by one player will cause his notes to be flat and out of tune. This is a pet peeve, for I’ve played alongside pipers who are not inclined to keep proper pressure on their pipe bags or listen to the piper next to them, consequently losing quality in their playing and in their time. It’s not enjoyable to play with this kind of piper and less enjoyable to be a listener.

I particularly don’t like to hear pipers playing a six-eight march without emphasizing the beat notes, but instead, sliding downwards, always giving the third and sixth notes the emphasis that should be on the first and fourth notes. It would make all the difference in the world to hear the tune played with every beat sounding like clockwork. I have similar thoughts for the tune, “Highland Laddie,” which is a two-four march. In the second part, the tune is lifted up by emphasizing the beat notes rather than sliding downwards to give emphasis on the third and sixth notes.

Whenever I hear and watch the two retreats that are commonly played together, namely, “The Green Hills of Tyrol” and “When the Battle’s Over,” I am disturbed to observe the whole band out of step. These retreats and many more have been incorrectly written and adopted to begin with the left foot on the two introductory notes. Any suggestion that the band should play them correctly is met with the retort that all bands play them like that, so one band should be ready to play with another. Besides, I am assured by their pipe-majors, that the arrangements for side drum would have to be changed. However, the retreat, “Kilworth Hills,” has been written properly and adopted, so its drumbeats could be used for “The Green Hills.” There is another good reason to play these retreats properly and that is that when they are played properly in a medley, the next tune will fall naturally into step. It won’t otherwise.

I have another pet peeve about the playing of pipe music. It pertains to “The Flower of Scotland.” Arrangements are being played that detract from this beautiful anthem. I secured the composer’s permission to write it as he did, and it is in “More Songs of Scotland,” volume 12B of The Church Piper.” It should begin with three introductory notes. Then, “Scot-land” should fall first on the left foot and then the right, with the “turn-arounds,” falling on the right foot and the long-sounding notes on the left. Arrangers have done nothing but spoil this outstandingly beautiful piece of music, which is in actuality, one of Scotland’s National Anthems.

These are some of my pet peeves about the way in which pipers play carelessly. If you have pet peeves, they will be welcome, not for the sake of making negative comments, but to bring these weaknesses to the attention of pipers who will make a difference by helping those who need help. In a similar way, we can expect to comment positively on what we really enjoy about playing in the band.

Pet Peeves About Writing Pipe Music

2011-10-26T22:35:00.000-07:00

In general, pipers are enthusiastic musicians, yet some are satisfied while writing their own music by hand, to bring down the tails on the right side of the note. Because this isn’t the way pipe music is presented in books, the suggestion was made to a stalwart elderly piper-teacher that the tails should go on the left of the note. His reply was that his way was preferred because he was “writing” music and not “printing” it.

The lesson I learned was to excuse myself and allow his obstinence to overrule. At least, he was accepting that all the tails in bagpipe music are drawn downwards to accommodate space for embellishments.

There are comparatively few today that write their music by hand, but will use a computer. It is because of the incorrect spacing of notes for which I have a pet peeve. I am peeved because it’s the responsibility of the music writer to see that the notes are properly spaced and assure that some are not squeezed into a space that’s too small for their value. Most pipers who write music should acknowledge that the bar designates a unit of time and it should be divided according to the time signature. For two-four and six-eight marches, as well as six-four marches, bars should be divided in half and for retreats it’s three, just as they are in nine-eight marches. The unit should be divided in four for four-four marches. Significantly, one should be able to see at a glance that dotted notes, quarter notes, and half notes have the space they require. One could be enabled to sight-read much more easily. It is because there are many who use the computer to write out the music for their pipe bands, and do not conform to the need to space the notes to facilitate sight-reading, that I have this pet peeve.

Another method by which sight-reading could be aided considerably, but isn’t, is to have the beams slanting up or down- grade according to the ascending or descending nature of the notes. In most programs, all the beams are horizontal, and this doesn’t suggest either an up or down trend in a melody. It certainly would help.

Lastly, when writing music, one should provide first endings with a closure, while extending the line for second endings. This brings up another pet peeve in that much of pipe music requires first and second endings and yet they are not written as they should be. Proper writing requires an understanding of what is correct and what isn’t. Much of our band music has been written with repeat signs indicating that one is to repeat all that is written between them, including the introduction. The correct method is to put the repeat sign after the introductory notes, which will be included in the first ending. On repeating, the second ending should include the introductory notes for the second part, and so on throughout the tune. My peeves are that those who are writing the band’s music don’t understand that there are definite rules for writing and if they were followed, the music would be much easier to sight-read.

Another peeve is that an error incorporated into the writing of three-four retreats has been carried out from teacher to student ad-infinitum. It causes those tunes to be played out of step, and prevents a pipe major from assigning a three-four as the introductory tune in a medley; but this will be discussed in a subsequent blog.

Electronic Bagpipes

2011-10-18T17:13:00.000-07:00

I have recently become aware of electronic bagpipes. To me they don't sound authentic and the positioning doesn't look comfortable. Maybe this is a valid solution for people who want to practice but live in an apartment. If any of you have had experience with these please let me know. One model is demonstrated in the video below. Do you know of other makes and models?

A Raging Prairie Fire

2011-10-12T16:21:00.000-07:00

Can you imagine living and ranching on the western prairie and witnessing a raging prairie fire forced by the wind, approaching and devouring everything in its path, fed by tall prairie grasses and bush. Your home and those of your neighbors are the inevitable victims, along with all your personal belongings and your livestock. You can’t just stand there watching the advancing smoke and flames in the distance and do nothing. If you have disking equipment you will hitch it to your tractor and be out there making a firebreak. You’ll enlist all your friends around to do what they can too, with wet sacks, and you will call the municipal offices to send their graders, bulldozers and fire trucks.

This was the experience in October, for our nephew and his parents who are ranchers along the west side of Lake Manitoba. He told us about the horrifying four days that he and his fellow ranchers spent fighting the flames that were threatening their homes, buildings and livestock. On the first day, they were instructed by the fire marshal to stop work because bears would be forced ahead of the fire and would be in a frenzied state, likely to attack anyone they encountered. In the following days and nights, everyone worked feverishly, grading, bulldozing and fighting the fire with water hoses from municipal fire trucks.

Our nephew witnessed many small animals being devoured by the fire while attempting to keep ahead of the flames and smoke. Birds flying above would plummet from the sky. Those in the midst of choking smoke could barely see because their eyes were smarting. With their lungs polluted by smoke, breathing was painful. While they fought the flames that arose here and there, our nephew’s wife was emptying belongings of value from her in-law’s home and loading them into a farm truck. At her own home, she put prize pigeons into cages and loaded them as well. They were the evidence of years of devoted care and breeding, and were recognized by pigeon fanciers far and wide. She also rounded up cattle and horses and led them to the roadway out of the fire’s way. You can imagine our nephew’s deep appreciation for his dear wife’s thoughtfulness in trying to save what was near and dear to him.

On the fourth day, everyone was worn out and suffering from smoke inhalation. The fire was within a quarter mile of our nephew’s folk’s home when the wind subsided and a light rain came, followed by a heavy downpour. The fire was quenched. The reaction of those who stood there watching, was “Thank God for that! We could have lost everything!” Though our nephew stated that he doesn’t consider himself a religious person, he does, nevertheless, admit that there has to be Someone up there who cares for us and has control over things that are beyond our abilities.

Take Up Your Cross

2011-09-28T21:55:00.000-07:00

I’ve wondered what it means to say, “Take up your cross;” whether it means doing something similar to what Jesus did when He carried His cross to Calvary, or if there’s another meaning. Being forced to carry it, He suffered beyond comprehension. He had already endured a cruel beating. Now the heavy timber lay upon his injured body and it was almost impossible to carry it all the way to Golgotha. Simon of Cyrene helped Him. Being crucified was a horrific torture. Scripture alludes to carrying one’s cross as somewhat comparable to Jesus having had to bear His to Calvary. Whatever it means, it is not something to be done easily.

Mark 8:34 tells us that Jesus said, “ Whosoever will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me.” Consequently, asking us to follow Him would mean we are not be indulgent upon our own comforts, but to help others first and that to take up one’s cross is to lead a life that denies self-indulgence. He cared more for everyone else in the world than for Himself, and that’s why He took our sins upon Himself. He received our punishment so we could be forgiven.

Again, in Matthew 10:38, Jesus advised us to take up our cross and follow Him. Those who would follow Him must inspect their crosses and take them up. In so doing, an individual must follow Christ’s example and “bear his own cross” as He carried His. All of us will surely meet with “crosses,” of one kind or another, and we are to be encouraged to know that Christ bore His own cross. In bearing "crosses," or “hardships,” we follow Christ who showed us the way. If we follow Him faithfully, He will lead us through sufferings just as He was able to go through suffering Himself, to His glory. Similarly, it will be to our own glory to trust in Christ to carry us through times of hardship. He will not only give us the ability but the reward of eternal life for having put our trust in Him.

From Luke 9:23, we must become accustomed to self-denial and be patient, not indulging in comfort and appetite because that will make it more difficult to bear toil and fatigue. We frequently meet with crosses in the line of duty. When they are laid before us, we must take them up and carry them, as did Christ, making the best of the situation. An example is a friend of ours, who lovingly cares for his dear wife who has cancer in her bones, and we have another friend who, for years, devoted his attention to the needs of his wife who was invalided by multiple sclerosis. Friends of ours have a son with Down’s syndrome. From the love and care his parents have given him over the years he has grown up with such self-confidence that he can hold a job in a grocery store, stocking shelves. These are examples of the crosses people have to bear and they have done it with the strength with which God has enabled them.

Taking up one’s cross can also mean the extent to which we will support our faith in Jesus in times when others are denouncing and berating Him. It means professing the reason why our standards are high and that we will not allow ourselves to degrade them so we will fit in with sinful society.

It Takes Practice

2011-09-01T21:50:00.000-07:00

It takes practice to be proficient at anything. Playing the pipes well requires many hours, all with an effort to have accomplished something in every session.

A concert pianist told about a member of his audience who came to him after his recital, saying, “I wish I could play like that!” The artist’s response was, “No, I’m sure you really don’t wish that, for if you did, you would be able to play as well as I.” The person was embarrassed, for he realized that by having given into so many distractions in his life, he had not allowed himself time to practice.

Another musician had a banner hanging on his wall near the piano which read, “Some say, “I’d love to be able to play well, but as for me, I just get up early and practice.” Obviously, that was a person motivated to practice regularly. In fact he was passionate, having his objective to be an excellent pianist, motivated to persevere through difficult passages, repeating the drill until what had been difficult at first, eventually became easy and enjoyable.

The principle of practice can be applied to artistry just as well. For 10 years, Leonardo da Vinci practiced drawing various parts of the anatomy in different positions. When he was satisfied, he began to paint pictures like photographs. Whether one is an artist, an athlete, musician, or surgeon, greatness will come only with diligent study and practice.

Practice is like a rehearsal. A few simple songs to begin loosens the fingers of the piper or the vocal chords of a singer, then the way to go is to play a few familiar pieces, review the last practice to include some exercises, and play a couple of new selections with concentration. Afterwards, one will make a definite plan for review in the next practice. This is the method for keeping one’s practice time organized and efficient. The main endeavor is to set a definite time aside for practice. In a university Psychology class, we were taught that the plan for study is to have a time, place and attitude. It is the pathway to success.

With Aspiring Hymns, a music book for The Church Piper, on which I’ve been working, my efforts have been to encourage pipers to develop their techniques of playing, along with characteristics of Christ that will be a tribute to our Lord. One way to do this is to attend church regularly, listen to the messages delivered by the minister and understand their intent, to sing with the congregation and learn the words to those songs. Then diligent practice on the pipes will prepare them for the opportunity when it arises, to lead the congregation in praise with call to worship on the pipes. The invitation should be accepted graciously, as a deep honor. When a well-practiced piper begins to know God better, and benefits from the lessons taught at church on Sunday, he or she will be ready to lead the congregation in worship when invited.

Do Be Careful!

2011-08-29T17:09:00.000-07:00

If we only had the foresight to consider the extent to which our lives would be altered from having had a fall, we would be more careful. The thought came recently because of instances in which several of our friends were injured. Their futures were seriously jeopardized.

Take Ray for instance. He has been in the hospital for several months and I have visited him there. A retired minister, Ray would frequently meet with a few of us from our church for coffee on a Tuesday morning to “shoot the breeze.” For many years, he preached in a small church in Southern Saskatchewan. His mind is clear, but he used a walker when he was downtown. One day he encountered a pebble on the sidewalk and it caused him to fall. His collarbone was broken and would not heal. He lay asleep when I went in a few days ago, and I awoke him after a while and we visited. However, he didn’t display the same happiness nor have much energy. I wonder if he will ever recover. He will not regain normal action in his shoulder because it will be “frozen;” but he will have action from his elbow to his fingers. Ray’s life will be greatly affected and shortened as a result of this accident.

I am fortunate not to have broken my own collarbone in Florida a couple of years ago. My sandal caught on a rough place and I stumbled when I ran across a busy highway. While falling, I realized I’d be projected chin or nose first, into the asphalt, so I rotated myself in the air, to land on my right shoulderblade. I was bruised and bleeding and my side was black and blue for weeks. No bones were broken however, and I was fortunate not to have gotten run over.

I could have suffered a worse injury, and I should not have undertaken to go alone or to run across the road. When my wife returned to find me bleeding at the shopping mall, where she had left me to read, she explained that if I had been taken to the hospital she would not have known where I was.

I also think of Audrey. She was our neighbor, a lovely elderly person who regularly took her little dog for a walk in the community. One day she stopped on the sidewalk to visit some friends. Her dog, having nothing better to do, ran around her, entangling her legs in its rope. She took a step and fell, breaking her leg. In the hospital the wound wouldn’t heal. She could not endure the suffering and consequently died within two weeks. Up until then, she had been enjoying life.

My brother’s friend was high up on the ladder, which was against his house. It slipped sideways. He crashed to his driveway, breaking his wrist. Recovery was long and arduous.

An elderly neighbor lady from our church was staying at a hotel in the States while attending a wedding. A door wouldn’t budge for her so she gave the handle an extra pull causing the door to swing abruptly toward her. She was knocked over and landed on her back, which broke two vertebrae, causing her intense pain. It was an unusual accident, but most are.

A lady recently told me that she hadn’t been to church for a few weeks because she tripped on the sidewalk because of a slightly uneven surface. She cut her face and it required stitches. She reminded me of one of my patients, who years ago, tripped over a parking lot abutment and nose-dived into the pavement. Her glasses were broken. The lenses were safety lenses, hardened to protect her eyes. (That was before plastic lenses were introduced.) The pavement was covered with tiny “stars.” The lenses saved her eyesight. Everyone’s glasses should have safety lenses.

I received a video with the title, “Why men don’t live as long as women.” The pictures were of the dangerous positions into which men will put themselves when painting and cleaning windows. Individuals were seen high up, standing on windowsills, without safety belts or scaffolding, either painting or washing windows. They were experienced, but one slip and they’d be flying, no falling to their death. The scenery from up there would be breathtaking but it is only imaginative that they could sprout wings on the way down. One fellow was painting while standing on some boards placed across a corner, supported by the windowsill on either wall. A slight wobble in a board could upset his balance and over he’d go. A painter painting a stairwell while using a stepladder ignored his precarious position, with the legs of his ladder braced against the banister’s lower railing.

Ingenious methods of raising their cars to enable work to be done underneath, were examples of how those contrivances could give way and crush them to death. We had a friend named Matt, who raised his car up high enough so he could crawl under it to make a repair. The jack failed and he was compressed between the car and the ground until his car was raised sufficiently for his son to extricate him. Meanwhile, it had taken effort for him to breathe because his chest was compressed by the transmission.

Hanging Christmas lights on the gable of a house is always challenging. I hung them on the high gable when we lived in Winnipeg. In BC our house is just one story, but nevertheless, over-reaching from a stepladder is as dangerous as trying to over-reach from an extension ladder. I’m not very tall, so last Christmas, I hired a tall fellow to help, and will do the same again.

One of the best buys we ever made was a small stepladder, one with two steps and a bar right where it should be, and this week we were using it while painting the laundry room. It was handy too, when having to step over the washer and drier. In such compact quarters, being careful was a necessity. Accidents happen, but they’ll be less likely when we’re careful, and we will not be jeopardizing ourselves from having a happy future. One of the safest precautions is not to be looking around when walking, but to keep our minds on where we’re going. We will be less likely to trip and fall. Do be careful.

Wedding Traditions

2011-08-18T21:04:00.000-07:00

As long as I can remember, weddings have begun with friends and family gathered in the church sanctuary awaiting the ceremony while enjoying beautiful organ or piano music. The groom and his best man entered unannounced from the side. They would assume their places before the minister and await the strains of the organ playing “The Bridal Chorus,” or some other classical selection such as, “Trumpet Voluntary,” which would announce the entry of the beautiful bride and her ladies, making a stately and colorful procession down the aisle.

Apparently, this tradition has changed because grooms also want the spectacle of being announced. At recent weddings, my invitation has been to pipe the groom and his groomsmen down the centre aisle, immediately after the minister has welcomed everyone to the ceremony.

Selecting the appropriate music is of course paramount in importance, and it would not be cool to play a selection such as, “Trumpet Tune” by Henry Purcell or “Trumpet Voluntary” by Jeremiah Clark if the organist is likely to play one of these pieces to announce the bride. It is well to confer with the organist well beforehand, to assure there won’t be duplication. Depending upon the piper’s proficiency, he or she, along with the groom, can make a wise choice. “Wedding Music,” volume 6 of The Church Piper will provide a diversity of selections from which to choose. They range from, “When Love is Found,” a traditional English melody, to the classical, “My Heart Ever Faithful,” by Johann Sebastian Bach.

For a recent wedding, which took place in White Rock Baptist Church, White Rock BC, the music we chose was “Highland Cathedral” and it proved to be a wise choice; not a selection the organist was about to play. Acoustics in the sanctuary were absolutely ideal. The music had such beautifully resounding tones that it filled the sanctuary with a spirit of majesty and reverence, perfect to announce the dignified groom and his groomsmen.

At the signing of the register, a quartet composed of family members sang to piano accompaniment, a beautiful song in the form of a prayer. The bride was delighted.

Although the couple, now married, could have been announced with “The Highland Wedding March” as they exited from the church, the piper had fulfilled all that was required. A few moments were spent with the couple, their friends and family. Then I left to meet them later that afternoon at their wedding reception at the Golf Club

Once again, the right-sounding music had to be played. Because I hadn’t played a selection specifically written for weddings, I piped the couple and their entourage into the hall with Henry Purcell’s “Trumpet Tune,” which would announce to everyone around, that this would be a wedding party. I led them the length of the room, then once around the balcony where most of the guests were enjoying refreshments. I concluded with “Let’s have a Ceilidh.” The groom’s father spoke the grace and several said a few words of congratulations.

When the wedding guests are predominately Scottish, it is appropriate to add a few more piping selections such as reels, jigs and hornpipes, but in this instance, it was well to leave them having enjoyed what they heard, and still wanting more.

Good Neighbors

2011-08-03T14:19:00.000-07:00

“Which of the commandments is the greatest?” is a question someone asked Jesus. He replied, that “To love the Lord your God with all your heart and soul and mind, and to love your neighbor as yourself, is the greatest commandment of all.” I appreciate the reality in His statement. Our neighbors’ love comes to us through their thoughtfulness while our response comes from loving God and a desire to express it in some way.

Ed and Marie are retired from the farm and are our new neighbors. Ed. is quite inventive and likes to invite us to enjoy the backyard games he made. One game consists of two golf balls fastened together by a piece of rope a foot long. Competitors thrown two of these about 20 feet, to wrap around any one of three horizontal plastic pipes. Scoring is three points, two or one, for the top, middle or bottom bar, respectively. The couple that makes 21 points wins the game.

The other game is also one in which an object is tossed. Each participant throws two three-inch washers to land in a box about fourteen inches square and six inches high. Inside the box is a pipe about five inches in diameter and six inches high. Scoring is three points, two or one, for getting the washers in the pipe, in the box, or within six inches of it. 21 is also a couple’s winning score. Considerable skill is required and friendly competition is engendered.

There is always lots of friendly encouragement and excitement when either the balls wrap around the bars or the washers fall where they have been intended. This is a great opportunity to get to know one another and build solid relationships that make one’s neighbors more than acquaintances; actually good and reliable friends. After a few games, we will enjoy an evening of visiting and some refreshments, either at Ed and Marie’s or at a neighbor’s home.

We enjoy having Ed call on us to say there will be a game at his place that night. He anticipates that everyone in the neighborhood who he invites will enthusiastically accept his kind invitation and Marie’s. It takes friendly folks like Ed and Marie, to make friends of one’s neighbors.

Al is another good neighbor. Several times, as I worked in the yard, he soon became involved. Several overgrown columnar cedars had to be removed, and he wrestled them to the ground, making it easier to remove their roots with his axe. Together, we worked, continuing by chopping a large cedar stump to pieces. Success was measured by having saved the juniper growing between its roots. His long steel bar was indispensable in removing large blocks of concrete buried along the patio where Japanese Holy was to be planted. When he needed a section of his own yard re- sodded, we collaborated, after my wife delivered the necessary trunk-load of sod. Al appreciated our help and we enjoyed reciprocating with ours. He also didn’t mind receiving a plate of freshly baked muffins.

When I mentioned to Paul that I intended to make two drawers for our kitchen cabinets where only the fronts existed, he immediately replied by asking when it would be convenient to come over and survey the project, draw up a plan and select the materials. He revealed that he had been a cabinetmaker trained in Germany and loved doing woodwork. Paul promised to instruct me as we proceeded. We worked well together and got to know each other and our wives. Our friendship has continued by attending church together and dining out on occasion.

I had to replace a plastic deflector on my car. The original was broken off from having been scraped on the curb. I bought a replacement and happened to mention to Ewalt that it needed to be installed. He responded, “Bring it over and we’ll put it on.” I discovered his workshop to be well equipped. He had a hoist and pneumatic wrench, and when I said that I had given away most of my tools when we moved, he replied, “One doesn’t undress until he goes to bed.” He was so familiar with his tools that he needed only to look at a bolt and know the size required for the wrench. I haven’t found a way to show my appreciation, but our conversations easily reveal that there is respect and love for one another from having the same faith in Christ, our personal Saviour. We’ve enjoyed an evening’s visit along with other friends and neighbors at Ewalt and Ruth’s home.

After church one day, we were invited along with another couple, to lunch at a restaurant. The conversation was lively and we learned much about each other. Enduring friendships were established. Our feelings for several others not there, ones suffering serious health concerns, were mutual. Love for those people was evident, just like the trust we have in God for their care.

When our neighbor, Margaret, suggested to me that it would please her father exceedingly, to surprise him with a piper and Highland dancers on his 90th birthday, I immediately consented. Her plan worked beautifully well. The dancers were piped into the backyard to the tune of “Let’s have a Ceilidh,” and then “Happy Birthday.” The dancers sang it on the second time. The sunny day and shady backyard made the setting most enjoyable. “The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen” followed a dance of a similar name, just as the other Scottish songs played on the pipes reminded everyone of places in Scotland. “Scotland the Brave,” “The Road to the Isles,” “Mull o’ Kintyre” and “O Flower of Scotland,” sounded beautiful in the backyard. The well-planned program concluded appropriately, with “Amazing Grace.”

Remembering Robert’s birthday with his favorite music was endearing to him as well as satisfying to those of us who contributed to this wonderful family occasion. When God gives us a special ability, it is only right to share it for the enjoyment of our friends and neighbors. Robert will remember this birthday celebration, and so will Margaret and her family. I will too. I loved being able to play for this most appreciative family.

Interaction with our neighbors has proven to us the truth of Jesus’ statement that the greatest commandment is to love our neighbors as ourselves and to love God from the depths of our hearts.

A Week of Kids' Camp

2011-07-18T22:13:00.000-07:00

Kid’s Summer Camp at White Rock Baptist Church was scheduled the first week of July 2011. Registered, were 110 kids from Nursery School to Grade 6, with 34 of them not otherwise associated with a church. The 40 volunteers consisted of teachers, musicians, leaders, craftspeople, kitchen workers, security officers, and registrars. I volunteered to do kitchen duty for five days, as everyone, both kids and workers, needed a nutritious snack each day. I assisted half a dozen ladies in preparing those delicious snacks, and in addition, became an expert operator of the automatic dishwasher.

On my first break, I went into the recreation hall to watch the program. I stood for a few moments with another worker, commenting on the exciting time the children were having as they listened intently to two young people performing a skit. The lady asked if I happened to know the “beach bum” with green hair, his hat on sideways, wearing a rubber surf suit and dialoguing with the lifeguard. I looked intently and was attracted by something familiar about the “beach bum’s” actions. Suddenly, I realized that “Crazy J” with the mop of green hair was our very own dear daughter, lost in the character of the “beach bum” she was portraying.

In this beach scene, the lifeguard Hector the Protector demonstrated his life-saving skills. Crazy J, our daughter, made good use of her acting and singing talents to teach the kids about Jesus and it brought tears to my eyes. Often on Sunday mornings, she has led the church congregation in worshipful songs, so it was a surprise to see her acting this different part. A few minutes later, Crazy J was leading the kids in their actions and singing.

Occasionally, I’d go into the recreation hall to enjoy the many kids and their leaders singing and acting the words of Scripture as the amplifier beat out the rhythm. Crazy J kept the kids attentive to actions and words. It was a delightful way for children to learn verses such as “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” By week’s end, they were singing many Scriptures while dressed in tie-dyed shirts, which they had made in crafts’ time. Their numerous Scripture verses were performed for parents and grandparents.

Every day provided something new and different. Activities included tag games, relay races, water balloons, and crafts. Bible lessons were about Jesus when he was twelve, the Prodigal Son, the Widow’s Son restored to health, and on Jesus’ command to go and tell the world about the Messiah having come. Well-performed skits by High School students illustrated the lessons.

It was thrilling and exciting for the camp staff to hear about one little seven-year old girl who seldom spoke at home and who wasn't inclined to speak to others. Her neighbors, who regularly attended White Rock Baptist Church, had invited her to the camp because she and her family did not attend a church and they thought this would be a good experience. It was unusual and rewarding for them, when one day during the week, she ran over to their place and exclaimed, “It’s all about Jesus.”

The Rest of the Story

2011-07-16T11:55:00.000-07:00

Most of us know the story of The Prodigal Son, and consider it complete when the father saw his lost son in the distance, went out to meet him and arranged a banquet in his honor. The story seems to end with the father standing just outside the house beseeching his older son to come in and join the celebration.

The older son had reason to be angry with his brother who squandered a large part of their father’s estate. He was the hard-working son, who stayed at home and “slaved,” for his father, as he described it and he believed their father should not have accepted the return of his younger son. He may even have had reason to be jealous of his brother, who was being treated so royally though he squandered his part of the father’s estate. Are we unlike the older brother? Could selfishness be greater than love for our brother who was lost and is now found? It could have been a joyous time for the older son if he had been forgiving like his father.

Granted, it was unusual for a son to ask for his part of the father’s estate when his father had not yet died. He was in effect wishing that he was. With the younger brother’s return, his older brother would have to share the remainder of their father’s estate. He was indeed angry and spoke disrespectfully to his father, saying, “Look, I have slaved all these years for you and never disobeyed any of your instructions, and yet you haven’t even given me a goat, so I could celebrate with my friends.” He didn’t acknowledge the younger son as his brother, but indignantly referred to him as “your son,” who spent all his money on prostitutes, and for whom the fatted calf was killed. The father tried to tell him that his brother, who was lost, was now found, while he the older brother, had always been at home with the family. He told him all that had been the father’s now belonged to him. Could he please join in the festivities and welcome his lost brother home?

Jesus was not telling the Pharisees a story to entertain them. He wanted them to understand the loving nature of their Heavenly Father and about Heaven. They were much like the older son, who worked in the fields for his father, not because he loved him, but for the sake of getting what he believed his father owed him through his efforts. They believed that God, their Father in Heaven, owed them salvation because they kept all His rules and tried to satisfy Him. They would have been angry because they believed salvation came by satisfying their Father in Heaven, not by evidencing their love for Him.

Jesus had just told two other parables in which a sheep and a coin were lost and were found after a genuine search. If the older son loved his father and his younger brother, he would have said to him that he wanted to find his lost brother and bring him home, knowing he would have learned his lesson after wasting all his money. The older brother could have brought him back to the family at his own expense.

The lesson given by Jesus to the Pharisees is just as applicable to us. To believe that God can be maneuvered into doing what we want Him to do just because we’ve devoted ourselves to work for Him, is incorrect thinking. By not evidencing genuine love for our “younger brother,” we would remain outside the family of God.

The “older brother” would be one who, in his various undertakings is convinced that only his way is correct. “Slaving” at his duties, he would find his efforts joyless, and his numerous tasks without reward. They would be performed with fear-based compliance for God, his exacting boss, more of duties than offerings accompanied by love for those whom he serves. He operates from the standpoint of self-satisfaction in being recognized for his morality and he expects God to bless him because he is virtuous and charitable.

An “older brother” would be happier if he invited his “younger brother,” with motivation initiated by love for him and for God, to work with him, so that together, both might serve their loving Heavenly Father with love rather than duty. The “younger brother,” by being included, would know he is appreciated as a partner and want to contribute, as he is able.

Playing To Open The Recital

2011-06-30T11:34:00.000-07:00

Mary Ann, a piano teacher, attends our Mid-Week Bible Study. She is an excellent pianist who has occasionally accompanied our daughter, a soloist, in the church service. She said that Mary Ann never plays from the original score but arranges her music to suit her own taste.

One evening Mary Ann announced that her piano students would be having a piano recital and it would be in White Rock Baptist Church. She wanted her Bible Study Group to assist her in presenting the program, by supplying an announcer, a greeter, a host and guest artist. She asked me to open the program with the bagpipes, to which I happily consented. I would soon appreciate the high caliber of her students.

To play the pipes for an audience in a sanctuary so well noted for its fine acoustics was an honor and Mary Ann’s invitation to open the program was exciting. In fact, the Welsh Men’s Choir chooses this venue every year because of its fine acoustics. A gentleman who sings with me in our church choir also sings in the Welsh Men’s Choir.

I entered the stage from the right side, playing “Highland Cathedral,” and marched across several times. I was absolutely entranced by the sound’s fullness. The whole sanctuary was filled with the bagpipes’ harmonics. Never, have I experienced such richness of tone as I did that afternoon. It was a wonderful feeling and I could have desired to continue playing. However, I realized this was not my recital but that of Mary Ann’s piano students. I stepped down a few steps to conclude the anthem. The group of 15 piano students arranged themselves around me to lead everyone in Mary Ann’s beautiful arrangement of our National Anthem, “O Canada!” Obviously, the singers were accomplished musicians and maneuvered gracefully through the intricacies of Mary Ann’s ingenious arrangement. We were about to hear some amazing young pianists. Mary Ann’s students were gifted and it was certain that they practiced conscientiously. They needed no sheets of music. It was well memorized and would have consisted of many pages. They were disciplined and polite, because they bowed before and after every presentation.

When the recital was over and after the students presented their parents with roses, we were in the reception. A lady took me by the arm and said she thought “Highland Cathedral was a beautiful song, and because her husband missed it, she was “really in hot water with him now.” He had asked her if she thought he should attend this music recital and she had advised him, “there wouldn’t be anything there for him and he might as well stay home and relax.” That’s what he did. He’s the gentleman who sings in the Men’s Welsh Choir and who told me many times, that his favorite piece of music is “Highland Cathedral,” especially when played on the bagpipes. Now, she would have to go home and tell him that he missed his favorite selection and that she was terribly sorry she had given him the wrong piece of advice. It was a beautiful compliment however, that she would tell me she enjoyed it, and that her husband would have too, if he had been there. I enjoyed playing so much in that acoustically perfect sanctuary that I could have played a whole concert if it had been the right thing to do. It would be a wonderful experience!

A Tribute to My Dad (The Second Blog on Memories of My Dad)

2011-06-20T13:22:00.000-07:00

Dad loved to play the fiddle. He played in an old-time dance band before he was married. My sister Earla chorded on the piano to his music and he kept time with his foot. Similarly, he kept strict time as he added whole columns of numbers aloud when he did his own bookkeeping, years before we had hand calculators.

From his studies in Business College, before he was married, Dad learned penmanship. His handwriting was beautiful, done with a flourish. With his pen he was an artist. His specialty was to draw a bird in a nest. Through the picture, would run a quill, which was a feathered straight pen, the trademark of a penman. Each of my sisters, Earla, Euna and Margaret, requested an original, which they received years before he went to be with God.

Relatives shipped him an old bellows-operated pedal organ that once played in a country church. Considerable work was required to restore it, but he accepted the challenge. Eventually, he had it working perfectly and we kids took turns pumping with our feet and playing. Earla and her husband Dave, in Iowa, wanted the organ and Dad sent it to them in the States where it will now be in possession of Earla's daughter.

He once acquired an oak dining room set and spent many hours restoring all the chairs, table and buffet. He made the top as smooth and polished as the day it was made. My sister, Margaret’s daughter Donna, has the set in her home in Calgary. This was Dad’s way of expressing his love. Likewise, he made cedar chests for my three sisters.

Dad was ambitious, and more so than any of us. Once he decided upon a project, he undertook it with a passion. He didn’t ponder over it, but would undertake it until the job was complete. Sometimes, I thought he would complete all his “jobs” and have nothing left to do. That never happened, because one hot day in the summer, he undertook to paint white walls on the tires of his Studebaker. The paintbrush fell out of his hand and he was unable to retrieve it. The stroke took him home 42 days later. He accomplished much during his lifetime and completed any task to perfection except the last one.

When Ken and I were boys about six and seven years old, Dad had to drive over to Hanover from Kinloss Ontario, with a friend. Mom thought the trip would be good for the two of us, so she encouraged us to hide between the front and back seats of the car. Dad and his friend didn’t know we were there until we were quite far along our way, so Dad accepted that we might as well enjoy the rest of the ride. I’m not sure to this day if Mom and Dad planned the trip. I can’t ask them because they are no longer here, but I think they did.

When Ken and I set up our practices, Dad helped in building the partitions. When we left home and shared a house together, he helped us finish the basement. In my own first house, the basement washroom vanity needed to be retrofitted to the sink. Before long, Dad added the cabinet like it had always been there. Together, he and I worked to install ceiling tiles until Dad got tired and went home for a rest. I continued alone, concentrating on how to cut the edge tiles. I had to turn them upside down and mark them, which was a trick he had shown me. Then, as I was getting quite tired, I made a mistake and in my exasperation, I threw the wrongly sawed tile across the room. Just then, I heard Dad say as he returned, “I saw that.”

I admitted that I had made a mistake and cut the wrong edge of the tile and realized it wouldn’t fit. Then, he said, do you have anything to drink? I said, “Sure, I have Ginger Ale and a bit of rye whiskey.” He said, “Could you just make it straight?” So, I poured a “neat” one for each of us and we stood back and let it go down. It burned all the way and I could feel it hit the bottom. He said, “I think you have had a pretty full day, and I think you should take a rest and finish your job tomorrow.” That was excellent advice, and we sat down in the living room and talked for a while before suppertime. Neither of us took to drinking. We both prized the time we had to do things, but once in a while, there has to come a time to relax and Dad taught me it was a good thing to do.

Memories of my Dad

2011-06-07T16:34:00.000-07:00

We will soon be celebrating “Father’s Day.” I would like to share some fond memories of my Dad.

It’s twenty-five years now, since Dad passed away. He had a stroke and was gone in 42 days. I wasn’t able to say “Good-bye,” because he could not respond. Since then, I’ve had many memories of little experiences during the years when he was alive and well.

I recall when I was about a year old and determined to see if Santa Claus had come. I ventured down the steps in the blackness of night and tumbled down with enough noise to wake the household. I hadn’t discovered whether Santa Claus had already come or not, but lovingly, Dad carried me back to my bed. He suggested that I should be patient until morning, and then see if Santa had come in the night. He came, either before or after my little incident.

I could have been two years old when Dad was a Scout leader and considered me too young to participate. Mom suggested that I should go where the group was having its wiener roast. It was across a field in a bush, and I remember running over the rough terrain. The Scouts and Dad were easily located and I was welcomed. Dad put a spare Scout belt on me, which was too large for a little guy. Then he swung me back and forth in it. In a few years I grew into the belt. Ultimately, it was a keepsake.

I couldn’t have been much older when I foolishly pounded a piece of broken windowpane with a hammer, just to see the ‘diamonds’ fly this way and that. Suddenly, a sharp piece flew into my eye. I cried and cried. Dad was home and he immediately saw what had happened and he carried me, crying all the way to Dr. Scratch’s office, in the business part of the small town of Maymont Saskatchewan. I remember the doctor lighting a match to cast a shadow across my eye, to see if there was a fragment of glass imbedded in it. He could see nothing, which was logical, because my crying on the way would have washed out any tiny fragment. It was providential that the speck of glass had been washed out.

I was fortunate, because in my work years later as an optometrist, I saw, as I examined the eyes of a young fellow, what looked like a ‘shooting star’ on his cornea. The lad explained that it was a splinter from a pop bottle that broke as it struck the goal post. It was being used as a puck during street hockey. This small piece of glass flew into his cornea and imbedded itself for several years. I realized then, how anxious Dad would have been as he watched Dr. Scratch looking for a fragment of glass in my eye.

I would have been four when I happened to be under the wooden steps of the church next door to us in Maymont Saskatchewan. Sitting above me was my sister Euna and her friend Mary Rogers, having a friendly chat. Seeing the scraps of paper and twigs around me, I had the bright idea of playing a joke on them by setting a small fire immediately beneath them. I scurried home and saw that my mother was occupied in the kitchen. Quietly, without causing any distraction, I moved a chair to the cupboard where I knew she kept the matches. Reaching up, I took a couple. Away I ran, behind the church, then around towards the front and under the steps. The girls were still having their little visit. After gathering a small patch of paper and twigs, I lit a small fire and the smoke curled nicely up between them. They were taken entirely by surprise and called out, “Fire!” I was out of there, rounding the back of the church, then home, in short order.

I remember seeing some people running with buckets. They responded quickly. I could not have been recognized. However, when dad came home from school that afternoon, he asked me to come and sit on his knee because he wanted to talk. He asked if I had anything to do with the fire under the church steps. I denied knowing anything about it, and the reason for that was that I was afraid of being punished, not only for setting the fire but also for acquiring the matches. In all the years since then, I never admitted to my dad that I was the person responsible, and I still carry the guilt of not answering my dad truthfully. I believe he knew and was satisfied that if I wouldn’t tell him I did it, I would not tell anyone else. My secret would be safe. Nevertheless, I still wish I had told him at some time. I will tell him when I see him in Heaven although he will have known.

I recall when I was four, having broken the neighbour’s window with a softball when tossing it to my brother. Dad recognized it as an accident and only asked me to be more careful. I remember him repairing the window, doing what I didn’t yet have the skill to do and I appreciated it.

I was only five when I drove my wagon on the highway that passed our house in Lashburn Saskatchewan. I would put my right knee in the wagon and use the left leg for power. Many miles were made on my wagon, and an early demise was certain if I continued to drive it on the road. Dad convinced the school’s principal to enroll me in grade one. My life was saved and this is the reason why I got an early start in school.

For two years we lived in Kinloss Ontario, where our home was connected to a corner store. It was located where the Goderich highway intersects with the highway that runs between Kincardine and Walkerton. Dad renovated the old-fashioned store and built shelves that were a convenient height. He and my mother loved working in the store. When I came home from school one day, Dad was leaning back against the counter talking to a customer seated across from him. He was preparing a long bamboo rod for me to go fishing with the grade two class. My dad was very thoughtful to prepare a fishing pole for my school field trip.

We moved back to Lashburn Saskatchewan because Dad had been offered the position of High School principal and he decided to accept. Our family loved to go to Lake Waskesiu for holidays and we enjoyed fishing with our dad. One of us would row the boat while the others trolled and caught big Jackfish. There are pictures of us with many fish strung on a rope. Dad taught us to clean them so Mom could prepare delicious fish dinners. I have precious memories of those holidays with our family.

Dad was an expert carpenter. Before he married Mom, he would work in the summers building barns with his dad. He told us about building a dairy barn with the two main sections meeting at right angles. The roof was a half-circle. It required an especially shaped rafter where the two roofs met. In the fall, he took the dimensions to his Mathematics class at the university. With assistance from his professor, he returned in the spring with a formula for the rafter that would join the two sections of the dairy barn. I was always amazed that Dad accepted that challenge. How he succeeded in enabling the carpenters to build the correct rafter on the ground intrigued him.

Dad took classes in his first year of university and for the remainder of his BA in History and Mathematics he corresponded. Meanwhile, Dad kept books for his clients. Mom and Dad raised five of us. Dad was a High School principal when I was born. Mom told us that Dad celebrated by giving chocolate bars to his students. It was wonderful to have his assistance when we were doing homework. His help in Algebra and Trigonometry was immeasurable when we were in High School. As a result, I did well in Math in the final exams and it was easier for me when I went to university.

Dad promised that he would assist me financially in going to university as long as I was achieving, but he would not do so if I didn’t continue to be conscientious. He recalled my days in High School when I spent more time building motor scooters than doing homework. He promised me his own violin, which I was already playing, if I passed with a sufficient grade to enter university. He also promised me a set of bagpipes if I would learn to play them. He wanted very much to learn how to play the pipes himself and he would find it so much better if we could learn together. We learned to play the pipes, Dad and I and my brother Ken. For many years, the three of us paraded with the band and Dad especially enjoyed the times when we marched in the same row. In January 1976, Dad, Ken and I played with the Massed Pipes and Drums of Winnipeg in the Rosebowl Parade in Pasadena, CA.

After I had graduated in Science from the University of Manitoba, Dad met the Dean of the College of Optometry who was in Winnipeg to tell the Kiwanians about the advances in the profession and the plans its board of directors had to advance the course of studies. A university degree would be required for entrance. Dad introduced me to Dr. Edward Fisher, the Dean, during the few hours he had in the city. I am thankful that Dad thought this profession would interest me and that I might want to meet the dean. I credit my Dad for his concern for my future and for letting me know of this opportunity to apply to the College of Optometry. I enrolled in the new course and ultimately became successful in the profession. Dad was happy when he could tell his friends that Keith is an optometrist and Ken is a dentist.

While I was studying at the University of Toronto, I didn’t write home as frequently as I should have. One day, while I was studying in the College of Optometry’s Library, the phone rang and I realized there was no one in the office. I answered the phone immediately, and recognized my dad’s voice. He enquired how I was and I wondered if he often phoned the College to ask the dean how I was doing. I never knew if this was a one and only call, but it was great to hear Dad and to be assured that he and Mom loved me. Dad said Mom was anxious about me and that I should write to her.

There are numerous other stories reminiscent of my Dad. I will write about them also.

Men And Their Toys

2011-05-19T15:29:00.000-07:00

Tuesday night at the church was a special night. Once a month we enjoy a mens’ dinner and this one was a barbecue to which we could invite a friend. Usually, we’ll have a guest speaker to tell about his life or vocation. This time, one of our members had been asked to tell about his hobby. It was in making and flying airplanes of all types, with electrically powered motors and radio controls. Unusual interest was shown among a relatively small group of about 50 men.

The dinner was set in the church library, with barbecuing done conveniently just outside. Buns and embellishments were ready along with cold soft drinks in a tub. Our MC told his usual round of short stories and then asked the blessing. After dinner, our guest speaker told how someone introduced to him to the hobby and how he became engrossed in it. The property he bought had a natural flying field, causing other men to be attracted to his place, to fly their planes. At first, he had only a closet of about five feet by two feet, in which to construct and service his planes. Nevertheless, it was adequate. Later, he enlarged his workshop to accommodate fourteen planes. The reason he had fourteen was that one helicopter suffered an accident, which left him with only fourteen.

Our guest hobbyist described how modelers obtained their planes. They either bought them fully manufactured, or in various stages of construction, even to the extent that the laser-cut parts might have had to be separated out and then constructed according to plans. Control surfaces such as ailerons, elevators, and tail fins, the pitch of the propeller as well as the speed of the electric motor, have to be operated by electrically controlled rods. One can buy a complete kit with plane and transmitter for 125 dollars. Once smitten by the hobby, a person is very likely to invest thousands in bigger planes and sophisticated transmitters.

We were informed about the need to be careful pilots concerning the batteries within airplanes and helicopters. They must be fully charged. Flying time must not extend past the limits of the batteries within their controls. Instances have occurred when this oversight caused the loss of a plane that had gotten out of range of its transmitter. Visions of a fine model dangling from a tall tree in the forest were in everyone’s mind. This club specializes in electrically powered models in contrast with other clubs that fly planes with gasoline powered motors.

We went into the church’s large gymnasium to admire a collection of airplanes of various shapes and sizes. There were helicopters, acrobatic planes, scale replicas, ones made of flat pieces of Styrofoam and others that didn’t look like planes at all, but were designed to fly by remote control. A unique model was a quadraplane, with its blue flashing lights. As it flew, it looked very much like it was an alien ship from outer space. It was steered from its transmitter that governed the individual speeds of four electric motors.

A fine demonstration of piloting skill was in flying a small lightweight airplane around the auditorium, even as it was caused to loop the loop. The applause would have been quite satisfying to our guest as he piloted the plane to a safe landing.

In all, the men had a very satisfying evening. They had had a delicious barbecue, an interesting talk by our guest and an intriguing show of skill and craftsmanship as they watched his planes being flown in the gymnasium. Possibly some of the men may take up the hobby and enjoy the camaraderie of others who find satisfaction in piloting very maneuverable flying machines even though its all done from the ground. I was pleased that my own guest had enjoyed a great evening of dinner and entertainment within a friendly atmosphere.

Friday Night with the Grandkids

2011-03-14T21:54:00.000-07:00

“How would you like to come over this evening about 7 and have a few games with your grandkids?” was the question from our daughter here in White Rock BC. We couldn't resist such a thoughtful invitation. They were ready when we arrived. The game was, “Apples to Apples,” which they had bought from some money received as a Christmas present from their uncle and aunt.

We had a wonderful time; actually, it was hilarious. Everyone was given 5 cards and on each of them was a short description for some word that would be announced to everyone. The object was to select the best description for the word, from our cards, and then defend our selection, regardless of how unlikely it could be.

It was fun to see and hear our eight-year-old lad describe and illustrate the slowest thing on earth. He said it was a tightrope walker and that he was painfully slow. He was so slow that there was more action and excitement in looking at his watch as it ticked away the minutes, than to watch and wait for the tightrope walker to take his next step. He pretended to be a tightrope walker, carefully taking his time in the heights of the circus tent, where one false move would be his downfall.

I argued with him that the slowest thing was a person washing the dishes, that it might take a day to motivate him or her to undertake the task. Afterwards, one would wait while he or she ponderously scrubbed each dish and utensil with no enthusiasm. Our daughter reinforced my argument, saying that when she and her brother were living at home, and he would finally be committed to washing dishes with her, he would suddenly decide that he had to go to the bathroom. It would be two hours before he would resume his dishwashing obligation.

After that, it was our six-year-old granddaughter’s turn to say there was still something that was slower than a tightrope walker or a person who was asked to do the dishes. She expounded on her concept of the slowest thing on earth. Her word was “graduation,” so she said the slowest thing was to graduate. She stood, illustrating with her arms, telling us that to get an education and to graduate was almost a lifetime proposition. One had to start in nursery school, proceed to kindergarten, and then to grade one. She went through all the grades to grade twelve where one would graduate and still have to go on to “universary,” as she called it. Even after a few years there, the task of reaching graduation would only have begun in earnest. To the family listening, we didn’t have to be convinced that she had won that round.

Other rounds of the game were played before the kids’ bedtime, and they were equally as hilarious. Describing the biggest object, the prettiest, or the mightiest, were just as mind-boggling. The evening was most enjoyable with everyone certain we would soon be having another Friday family game night, to determine the best one at comparing “Apples to Apples.”

Twenty-twenty Vision

2011-03-08T21:46:00.000-08:00

Ideas for writing a blog are around us. We need only to be aware of them. For instance, after a recent church service, there was an Annual General Meeting, an AGM. It began with a delicious, light luncheon, and then the meeting. People were relaxed and happy. It was certainly a good plan. An agenda and ballots sat by each plate.

Several Sundays previously, a similar luncheon was held. Business was discussed but not voted upon. This was called a Town Hall Meeting. Intervening weeks permitted everyone to think about the decisions to be made. One needed only to vote at the AGM. No arguments ensued. It was the most pleasant meeting a person could imagine. Afterwards, people visited with one another before going home.

We’ve heard of church general meetings where people argued, complained and accused others of not doing what was expected of them. Descriptions of the reactions to it were that their stomachs churned, and that meetings at work were more pleasant. Here, compliments were given to volunteers in various committees and they were assured of being appreciated. Their devotion to future work was certain.

The secret of success that makes some churches thrive, while others fail, is in the love that binds one another as it does in a loving family. Words from Jesus make all the difference. He said, “Love one another as I have loved you, ” “This do in remembrance of Me,” and, “In as much as you have done this for the least of my brethren, you have done it unto Me.” His words remind us of His sacrificial love; “love beyond human understanding.” When we remember His love for us and let it dominate a church’s business meeting, the result is wonderful.

Opportunities in a church present themselves for people to use their unique gifts to serve others. Many useful ministries abound in a church. They include distributing food to the needy, teaching Sunday School, managing the nursery, teaching English as a second language, supervising floor hockey, conducting a choir, leading the congregation in praise and worship, teaching a vacation Bible School, maintaining the building and its premises or making special meals on occasion. The purposes of the church will be sustained in the community for years to come when these passionate people and those who follow them, continue to serve the Lord with the abilities He has given them.

Founding members of this church had considerable foresight. Theirs can be compared to the excellence of having 20/20 vision, which enables a person to see the distant horizon clearly. They designed a building to accommodate hundreds and with such fine acoustics that it has been the choice of choirs and orchestras. They built adequate offices and many classrooms. The recreation hall was built first and today it has countless uses; so many, that it is difficult to find a convenient time for renovations. Its use as a fellowship hall has been extended to include community activities such as exercise classes and dinners for seniors. Daily vacation Bible school accommodates a hundred children during the summer. Children from the neighbourhood benefit from the expert teaching of caring people. Young people enjoy indoor-supervised sports in this big hall that was for the church’s first few years, its sanctuary.

One would have to use his or her imagination to think of the many activities in this church and the number of devoted individuals who enable them. Now, with the year 2020 only 9 years away, today’s committees must also have superb vision to maintain the work begun by the founders and continued.

Those who head mid-week Bible Studies in their homes provide a ministry that is “the heart-beat of the church.” Study of Scripture provides strength to the group, while love for one another and caring develops. Genuine friendships are secure, knowing that Christ loves everyone implicitly.

In all, church provides a convenient place for Sunday worship, while its activities extend throughout the week, to include people who don’t ordinarily go to church. Friendships develop with those who visit. Frequently, there are new people who join worship services on Sunday.

God has afforded success in the work of this church, and it is attributable to the foresight comparable to 20/20 vision, of our originating members. Their sight was so exceptional that they could see into the future, which is now ours, to bring the church’s work to the year 2020 and then beyond. Not only is the facility outstanding, but the management has been too. Everyone has been using his or her natural abilities to do the church’s work for the sake of others. They still are, with their work being done as though it were for God and not for man.

At the helm, gifted pastors have been delivering God’s message from the Scripture, keeping their congregations aware that a church is based on God’s love. They have been personable leaders, loved by their congregations and have realized that people often see things differently. With foresight, our pastors have eliminated altercations at meetings by having differences discussed in their pastoral office. The love of God that permeates the church is wonderfully recognized in those quiet sessions and before worship services, in which prayer is an integral part. Our church leaders have the necessary 20/20 vision that will carry us well into the year 2020 and then beyond.

A Valentine Wedding

2011-02-21T22:15:00.000-08:00

I had the pleasure of playing for an afternoon wedding that took place on February 14, 2011. It’s remarkable how it came about. A few weeks earlier, my daughter offered to write a brochure to introduce me as a piper for weddings and other ceremonies in the area of White Rock, because we moved to British Columbia a year ago. She suggested that I should dress in my Highland attire and have her take some pictures of me playing the pipes on White Rock’s beach.

After piping and picture taking, a man whom I hadn’t noticed surprised me by asking if I would play for his wedding, which would be on the 14th. I accepted and thanked him. His plan was to be piped in along with his best man, as a surprise to his family, especially his bride. My daughter remarked on our way home, that we might do well to revisit the beach twice a week. I’d play the pipes and she could hand out my card. It was an amusing thought.

This gentleman and his groom were met at the beach half an hour before the ceremony. He requested “Highland Cathedral,” to commence the ceremony. His delighted guests, who were gathered on the hall’s balcony, could witness the groom and his best man being piped across the lawn and through the hall’s big doors. The guests heard the pipes coming up the stairs to the lively tune of a six-eight march, called, “Farewell to the Creeks.” With a few more measures of music, they were led to the archway. The commissioner welcomed everyone, then, to a recording chosen by the bride, the flower girl and then the bride’s maid entered, followed by the beautiful bride herself, on her father’s arm.

The groom had taken the precaution not to loose the rings and consequently wore them on his finger where they resisted removal. The accommodating bride volunteered to accomplish the task at home with a bit of soap and water. Fortunately, their hold was relinquished, thus reducing everyone’s suspense to only a few moments!

I enjoyed piping for this small and delightful wedding. Previously, I’ve piped the bride in with “Trumpet Tune,” or a similar classic selection, while my choice to parade the newly married couple from the church would often be “The Highland Wedding March.” However, this was an intimate wedding designed by the groom who wanted to surprise his bride by being piped in with his best man, and it was obvious that she was delighted.

Thoughts About The Cross

2011-02-02T21:11:00.000-08:00

Lately, I've been reading about the cross on which Jesus was sacrificed. I’ve learned many lessons from it. Apparently, a prophet, Isaiah, described the ordeal in considerable detail 700 years beforehand, saying the LORD had laid on this poor, tortured individual, the sins of everyone, and in so doing, He “healed” them. Then, in relation to the story, a criminal named Barabbas was allowed his freedom from death, when Jesus was substituted for him. The man accepted his freedom. He represents each of us, for we have been freed from the bondage imposed upon us because of our sins. We would do best to accept our freedom, but many foolishly remain confined by their sins even after having been given a reprieve.

Conversations arose amongst Jesus and the two malefactors on those three cruel crosses. One man cried out doubtingly, “If you are God, then save yourself and us.” The other simply asked, “Lord, remember me when you come into your Paradise.” He was assured that he’d be in Paradise that day with Christ. It is the same today, that some will believe while others won’t. Jesus made no stipulation that good works were necessary, which was impossible anyway. Forgiveness is available to anyone asking in faith. Only God can forgive a person’s sins and assure eternal life. Although Jesus is God, He was as human as we are and complained of thirst.

Looking down from the cross, Jesus noted his mother, deprived of her son’s support and He saw John, His disciple there too. He asked John to care for her as though she was his own mother. By this, He portrayed a loving relationship between a mother and her son.

Forgiveness was strongly featured from the cross when Jesus lifted His head to the Heavens and prayed, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing.” Of course He was referring to the people who clamored, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” and to the Roman soldiers who nailed Him there to die an excruciating death. We know His forgiveness was for us too, because it was for everyone who repents of his or her sins that He died.

The words Jesus spoke just before He died were, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” He could have called ten thousand angels, but He died alone for you and me. His prayer was heart wrenching, but God could not look upon His Son because He represented all the sins of the world. Although He was sinless, He was made to be sin for our sakes. No greater Sacrifice could ever have been made for our sinfulness than for God to sacrifice His Son. God could not look upon sin. Jesus suffered the despair of loneliness.

Finally, He raised his head in prayer and exclaimed, “It is finished.” Now, mankind can meet personally with God at the foot of the cross on which Jesus Christ, gave His life.

Several miraculous things occurred when Jesus died. Besides the earthquake, a curtain preventing anyone from entering the holiest part of the temple was ripped spontaneously from top to bottom. It was God’s invitation for everyone to come before Him without hindrance. That moment, when the sky turned dark in the middle of the afternoon, a centurion who witnessed the drama exclaimed, “Surely, this man was the Son of God!”

While Jesus hung on the cross, soldiers gambled for his cloak. They were close to the cross but weren’t a part of it, not unlike those who attend church as a social outing, without reverencing God. The soldiers ignored the cross and cast their dice at the expense of the Saviour, like people do today. Jesus gives us an opportunity to make a new start in life, a fresh beginning by accepting His offer of forgiveness and renewal. Fellowship with God and the promise of eternal life are amazing gifts.

By Your Good Works!

2011-01-21T20:54:00.000-08:00

A friend pointed out to me that the Scripture in Philippians 2:12 says, that it is necessary to “work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.” He understands this to mean we must work hard to do all that God would have us do so we will be acceptable when our soul goes into eternity.

He hasn’t understood that Paul the apostle is saying, ‘it is because our sins have been forgiven by the sacrificial death of Jesus on the cross of Calvary, that we desire to show our thankfulness by good works.’ God’s Spirit within a person, is the driving force glorifying God, after he or she has requested forgiveness, and received it. The Bible tells us, “It is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of His good pleasure, that ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God.” -Colossians 1:10

If a person does good works to make himself acceptable to God, then he or she is attempting to glorify himself rather than God. God tells us in His Scriptures, that we were made to glorify Him.... “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.” -Ephesians. 2:10. We are to praise Him, as given in Psalm 50:23, which says, “Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me.” We are to glorify Him, as in 1 Cor.10:31, where we are admonished, “Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” And it is in humility that one works for God, for the Scripture instructs us saying, “What doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God.” -Micah 6:9.

As for doing good things to gain favour with God, the Scripture tells us, “all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags.” -Isaiah. 64:6. “The righteousness of the righteous shall not deliver him in the day of his transgression.” -Ezekiel. 7:19 “A man is justified by faith without the deeds of the law.”- Romans 3:28. Jesus told us, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word and believeth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death to life.” -John 5: 24. We are advised that, it is “Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy that He saved us.” -Titus 3:5.

Our good works are meant to glorify our Father in Heaven. Scripture says, “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in Heaven.” -Matthew. 5:14. To do good works to make oneself acceptable to God, it is only an act to glorify one’s own self, and not God.

The parable of the prodigal son is a picture of the forgiveness a father has for his wayward son, who is welcomed upon his return home. It’s a lesson about what it will be like when God the Father in Heaven welcomes us into our eternal home. Jesus calls us His brothers and sisters, and members of God’s family. As wayward as we are in our lives, when we call upon our Heavenly Father to accept us into His family, He will do it without question, never thinking to cast us off for not having earned our way back. We are accepted “In the Beloved,” as any loving father would accept his own child, forgetting his or her inadequacies. The “Beloved” is Jesus, considered to be our brother, when God is our Father.

Will Any Name Suffice?

2011-01-17T21:26:00.000-08:00

We have met those who say that regardless of whatever name He may be called, there is just one God. They say it is the various religious faiths that have given God His various names. However, one cannot honestly say, “I don’t like to be critical of the faith of others,” for in that statement, a person avoids the truth that God exists as the Father, Son and Holy Spirit and in nothing else.

Could it be true, that all faiths actually worship the same God? Can one stand quietly and agree with the person who issued that statement? No, - there can be only one true God, Creator of the Heavens and the earth. The Bible tells us, “All things were made by Him; and without Him was not anything made that was made.” (John 1:3) Scripture also tells us, “there is none other name under Heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved,”(Acts 4:12) and that Jesus said, “I and my Father are one,” (John 10:30) and “No one cometh unto the Father but by me.”(John 14:6)

The fact is that in all faiths, sinfulness requires restitution in order to be right with God, but there’s no other god that offers forgiveness like God of the Christian faith. No other faith provides a Saviour from one’s sinfulness, a God who paid the price to redeem sinners. God in the Bible recognized that we are all sinners unable to earn a relationship with Him. How would a person know when he or she had repented sufficiently and worked hard enough to earn forgiveness for wrongdoing? Consequently, God has provided the means by which mankind can be redeemed and have personal communication with Him. Jesus left his Holy Spirit with us, and through Him, individuals may have a personal relationship with God by asking for forgiveness.

It cannot be true that you can call God by any number of names and He will still be the same God, because there is no god that provided such a magnificent Sacrifice for mankind, which was His own self. People do not have to earn their way to Heaven by their good works, but only believe with all their hearts, that God provided the way by having come to earth to be one of us, and demonstrating that He has the power over life and death. Only God has the power to overcome death.

Muslims believe Allah is their god and Muhammad is his prophet. The Hindus have Brahma, and the Jews, Jehovah. Ancient Greeks worshipped the god, Zeus. However, in a sense, these various gods are an answer to a basic need to worship some god, one to whom people can look for mercy and provisions. The folly is in making gods from wood and stone or as in the case of the Israelites, from gold. In any of these gods, there is no “truth.” There is falsehood in abiding by many rules or by living a righteous, god-pleasing life to satisfy the desire of a god. God expects us to please Him however, but it is only by faith in Christ who gave His life for ours, that we have any relationship with God. Loving God, who first loved us, will result in the good works that we offer Him. It is not our good works that will earn the favor of God, for we were made for that purpose, and it is our obligation.

There are those who would say, “God is love,” just as John wrote in the Scripture, John 4:16. Consequently they would give God the name, “Love.” Their reasoning is that the truths of all religions of the world could be united under one God if He were given the name, “Love.”

The name, “Love,” if given to God, won’t change the characteristics of the gods devised by man. Love is not a name for God, because it is His nature to love. To the fullest extent God demonstrated His love when He gave his life to pay for our sins. The Scripture in John 15:13 says, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down His life for His friends,” and “God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” -John 3:16

What sets God above all other gods is that He, Jesus, is the “truth,” and the “truth” is that the Spirit of Jesus, who was God in person, is able to free us from sin and its consequences, permitting us to have a personal relationship with God. God, according to Scripture in John 4:24, is to be worshipped “in Spirit and in truth,” and in John 14:6, the Bible says that Christ is “the way, the truth and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Him.”

Love is a characteristic of God and Jesus showed it by going to the cross in our place. A poem by David Sper, editor of Our Daily Bread illustrates this.

When Jesus gave His life for me,
Enduring all the agony
Upon the cross of Calvary,
He showed the love of God.

All the world’s religions are not the same, nor will all people be united by giving their various gods only one name for the purpose that He would be recognized by all. Love is simply a characteristic of God, and it is not a name we can give Him. God has so many ineffable names such as Counselor, the Mighty God, Prince of Peace, Emmanuel, Jesus Christ, Saviour, Benefactor and Gracious Father, that each is accurate, yet at the same time, only partly describes our great God of the Universe. He has existed forever, being the Creator and Sustainer of all. God is forgiving and merciful, and promises to dwell forever in our hearts when we believe Jesus was sent to earth for our sakes.

People have devised other gods. Their strength has only been imaginative. Elijah called upon God to ignite the fire on the sacrifice made to Him, and God ignited the sacrifice though it had been thoroughly soaked. Numerous gods of men’s devices were called upon, and they all were “asleep.” To be correct, they were simply non-existent. Only when we accept Christ’s sacrifice for our sins, will we know the one true God, whose name is Jesus Christ, who can bind people together with His great love.

What to Wear

2011-01-08T20:05:00.000-08:00

In today’s society, where casual wear is appropriate for social occasions, we try to choose the most suitable attire. We have clothes for work, for church, social occasions and various sports, as well as for yard-work, the shop, pipe band practice and parades.

Another way to think of wearing apparel is to consider how we look to others as they observe our attitudes and reactions. This is using clothing of a metaphorical kind; the correct wearing apparel for the way we interact with one another. The spiritual apparel for followers of Christ is of more importance than the actual style of clothing we wear.

Dress codes for Jesus’ friends have been given to us in the Scriptures. We are to clothe ourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness and patience. We must be forgiving and above all, we must “put on love which is the bond of perfection.”(Colossians 3:14)

The Person for whom we go to work each day is Jesus. We must please Him by how we present ourselves. The right apparel should be worn! We must ask ourselves if we have been conforming to His dress code, for the kind of work He would have us do.

   O to be like Him, tender and kind,
   Gentle in spirit, lovely in mind;
   More like Jesus, day after day,
   Filled with His Spirit, now and alway.
   -Ellsworth

The Miracle of Christmas

2010-12-16T19:28:00.000-08:00

A morning worship service in December consisted almost entirely of a pageant and choral singing by children who had practiced regularly after school since September. It was a special blessing to us because three of our grandchildren were part of the choir. Their program caused me to think that we should celebrate the coming of Jesus Christ every day of the year, with Christmas being one great celebration of Jesus’ birth, to include beautiful singing and pageantry like we were experiencing that morning.

The pageant made us aware that there are many that celebrate every possible occasion throughout the year, such as Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Canada Day and their home team’s big winning game of the season. To them, Christmas means holidays, parties, decorations, bonuses and presents. Their celebrations don’t include carol singing and going to church, but instead, they centre on festivities, gifts and decorations.

A pageant with enthusiastic singing promotes the Spirit of Christmas, and it was wonderful to see how well the children learned the words to so many songs and sang them so well. The director too, was appreciated for her devotion and interaction.

“The In-betweeners,” a group of young at heart seniors from our church, organized a trip to Warm Beach, Washington, to view an extravagant display of Christmas lighting. There were huge scenes of ice-capped mountains. Swans and angels, were reflected in a pond. The tallest cherry-pickers possible had been used to set lights and ornaments on the statuesque coniferous trees. Not another location in the United States has as many lights as this park. There are millions!

Following our walking tour the dinner was superb and then the theatre afterwards was most enjoyable. The setting for the play was a country home and their entertainment was in portraying the story of Jesus’ birth. Mary was played by a corpulent farmer, which made the play humorous and enlightening. Instruments played were the spoons, a washboard, the violin and guitar. Their singing was extraordinarily beautiful.

In December, “The Fellowship Singers” choir of which I am a part presented a program of Christmas music to the seniors in Westminster House, and again on a Sunday evening at church. From Vancouver, The Welsh Men’s Choir, along with a Senior High School choir presented an outstanding evening of singing. Afterwards, those of us from our small community who attended were invited to a lady’s home for wonderfully prepared party food.

Our home is decorated for Christmas, with new LED lights along the gables, and a Noble Fir in the living room, ornamented with the same delightful ornaments used in our family for many years. Our daughter and her family are expected for a pre-Christmas dinner and games.

A potluck dinner in the home of our bible study leaders is planned for a week before Christmas, with approximately twenty people, and our small neighborhood community will be having a luncheon for thirty.

As a family event, we attended a play called “Robinson Crusoe,” in White Rock’s Playhouse Theatre. It had no relation to Christmas other than that it was colorful and its talented participants were dedicated to its presentation.

Another highlight in this season’s entertainment will be our trip into Vancouver to enjoy a musical concert by Denzal Sinclair, a notable jazz singer who we first met at McGill University in Montreal when he performed in his graduating year. This evening of entertainment is a Christmas gift to us from our daughter and son-in-law.

We will attend the Christmas Eve service at our church. Then, we will have a family gathering at our daughter and son-in-law’s home. Christmas day will be celebrated as a family time enjoying a turkey dinner with all the trimmings.

In keeping with Christmas celebrations, The Langley Legion Pipe Band to which I belong, is planning a concert in Surrey on New Year’s day. Harmony was assigned to me and it’s a challenge.

With so many special events that surround the celebration of Christ’s birth, we will not lose sight of this great event as the most fantastic one in the entire history of mankind. It was the fulfillment of a plan by God, to relate to every one of us personally. Jesus, God’s own Son, came as a tiny baby. In humility, He was born in a barn. When He became a man, He gave His life as payment for our sinfulness, to enable us to have a relationship with God. Jesus arose to live again, giving more evidence of God’s unfathomable love. We will not let the trappings of the world cause us to take our eyes off the Savior

Playing in the Rain

2010-12-15T22:18:00.000-08:00

Wouldn't it be lovely if every piping engagement was either inside a big acoustically perfect auditorium or outside on a warm sunny day, and we wouldn't have to consider what we’d do if it rained? To be invited to play for a memorial service outside in November in Canada brings definite thoughts about what to do if it rains or if the weather is expected to be so cold that the fingers won’t manipulate properly on the pipe chanter. One must also consider the possibility of endangering the pipes to cracking, thus ruining them because of the differential of temperatures, inside and outside the pipes.

Those were precisely the considerations for the day I was scheduled to play for a graveside service on November the 30th and the prediction was for heavy rain. Preparations were made nevertheless, because the weather can change every half-hour in White Rock, and with fervent prayer, God might be compassionate and eliminate the rain.

Much praying was done in the two weeks beforehand and on that morning, my full piper’s outfit was protected with a clear plastic raincoat with a hood. The pipes were tuned at the cemetery shortly beforehand and there was time for a walk-through on the path that would lead the family to the graveside of their two deceased brothers. A small amount of rain was falling when everyone was paraded to the location. “O Rowan Tree” was the selection. The service went smoothly, with a sister reading the 23rd Psalm. Her brother presented eulogies and a prayer. “Amazing Grace” was played and soon everyone was led back to the road with, “When They Ring Those Golden Bells.” The final hymn, “Safe in the Arms of Jesus,” was long enough to end the service nicely, yet not so long that it would retain everyone in the cold, damp air.

We thank God for allowing the rain to subside long enough for the service to go well, and that the pipes could be an integral part of this family’s precious moments.

Cold weather and rain are elements that make piping difficult, and certain standards have to be set by pipers regarding their ability to say, “No,” for outside services if there is an expectation of inclement weather. Definitely, pouring rain and temperatures near freezing are not conducive to good piping. A cold, wet chanter is difficult to play because the fingers slip and cannot cover the holes properly. The sound will be embarrassingly affected. If one finds himself or herself in that situation, it is well to have a dry towel handy, to wipe the chanter dry, and it is also well to have kept the hands under one’s armpits to keep the fingers warm. A fine set of bagpipes can be ruined by severely cold weather. It is wise not to consider playing outside when the temperature is too uncomfortable to do so. It’s best for the piper and his pipes.

In general, one is wise not to accept engagements to play outside in cold or rainy weather. If the pipes must be heard at the graveside and the weather conditions are not suitable for piping, then a recording of the hymns should be played instead.

Thanksgiving in Connecticut

2010-12-04T22:42:00.000-08:00

They were long flights between Vancouver BC and Hartford CT, and three hours difference in time requires several days to readjust, going either way, but it’s all well worth the effort. Our experiences on this Thanksgiving holiday were wonderful.

A good maneuver was to leave home in White Rock about four in the afternoon. It became our driver’s concern to get us safely to Vancouver over a busy highway, one that turned dark and dazzling in the rain. After three-quarters of an hour we arrived at the hotel where we would stay overnight. It was convenient to be close to the airport when having to leave so early. Our plane was scheduled to take off at 8:20 AM, which meant arising at five. Considerable snow had fallen during the night, and the plane needed to be de-iced. We were an hour late taking off. Transferring in Chicago was convenient. Our son and grandchildren welcomed us at the Hartford airport after our day of flying,

Thanksgiving was celebrated by having dinner with our son, daughter-in-law and two grandkids, along with the other grandparents, their other daughter and her husband and their two children. Everyone enjoyed the occasion, especially the delicious turkey with its cranberry sauce, accessories and pumpkin pie.

Our week was delightful, a highlight being an afternoon in Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts. Houses and businesses dating to the 1700’s had been relocated on this picturesque property. One could imagine having stepped back in time, to watch the shoemaker, tinsmith, blacksmith and citizens of the town occupied with their various tasks. The weather was cooperative, making the stroll between buildings quite easy.

Each day was highlighted by something special. For example, there was the two-mile walk, with many other people through Willimantic. It was an interfaith project to underwrite the cost of winter heating for poor people in the area. Our daughter-in-law baked a number of pumpkin pies, which were sold to help the cause. On Sunday morning, we attended our son’s church. A country pizza restaurant was a great place for informal family dining.

Our four-year-old grandson demonstrated his bicycling ability without the help of training wheels. He delighted in speeding, stopping quickly and wearing out the tire. While he continued his wipeouts, his two-year old sister loved to ride in her stroller.

One can imagine the commitment of parents who have children ages two and four. They were so happy to be given an evening to forget about kids and enjoy a movie, and afterwards, hear that their kids went to bed easily, and were resting for the next day.

This dad usually fixes a few things and this time he remounted the key and letter holder on the wall, the coat hanging board too, which had just fallen, and the weather strip at the bottom of the mudroom door. There’s satisfaction in repairing things.

All in all, it was a great week visiting, interacting with our grandchildren and fixing things. We look forward to another worthwhile visit in the summer. As for anticipating their visit, we’ll have to wait until the kids are a couple of years older. Such a long trip would be extremely tiring for them and taxing for their parents. It is important to maintain a place in the lives of our grandchildren so they will know and love us. Our closeness will continue with phone conversations. Fond memories of a great week of Thanksgiving in Connecticut will be long-lasting.

A City of Idols

2010-11-13T20:28:00.000-08:00

A long time ago, in a far away place, a city of cultural sophistication called Athens, a man whose name was Paul, was just passing through town. He noticed to his dismay, that there were many hand-carved figures that were in actuality, gods the people had invented; hand-carved figures made from wood, stone and silver, devised to be worshiped for their supposed benefits. In case a god had been overlooked, and they would suffer the consequences of not receiving the benefits that particular god could provide, the town’s people made an altar, which they devoted to “the unknown god.”

altar to "the unknown god"

Before long, Paul complimented the townsfolk on their spirituality. In their central meeting place where they loved to discuss things of interest, some spent almost all their free time, and they were pleased to hear him say they were religious. However, he was soon telling them that “the unknown god” could now be known, and that the Lord God is the only God to whom all praise is due. He told them how much they were loved by this 'one and only God.' The people wanted to know more about the God they had not known, not that they were ready to give up all their gods, but because they loved discussions. Paul explained that anything that distracts a person from worshiping God, is an idol.

Paul reminded them that God created all things for their benefit and study. As they observed the intricacies of His creation, they would have no excuse for not believing in only one God as Creator and Sustainer of life.

In our cities and towns, we have many idols too, just as they had idols long ago in Athens. However, they are not hand-carved figures, but things admired more than God. What are those idols that are worshiped instead of God? They are things such as great wealth, extravagant homes and cars, hobbies that consume enormous amounts of time, and collections of exotic artwork. All are idols depending on the extent to which they are give a more prominent place than God. Movie actors, actresses, sports people and significant individuals are idolized. Excessive attention to things like television, possessions and sports, distract a person from praising God. Even Christian service and church can be idolized as occasions to meet friends, rather than convenient places to worship God. He deserves our praise for the many abilities He has given us.

Paul explained to the people that God isn’t an image made by man’s design and skill, but that by Him we have our being. He is so near that we may reach out and touch Him. He came to prove His love for us, and yet we crucified Him on the cross. God has power over life and death, and in time He that was crucified will judge us all. Just as it was long ago, when Paul explained this to the Athenians, some people will sneer while others will want to hear more about God. Some will believe and others won’t, and they will continue to worship their own gods, which they have designed for themselves. God the creator of the universe came to earth as a person to whom we can relate in a personal way. We can observe everything He has created, and it’s all for our benefit. We need no idols to take the place of God. We need only to acknowledge and worship Him.

Hallowe'en Invites Our Imaginations

2010-11-02T22:06:00.000-07:00

Hallowe’en is an evening of fun, a respite from reality, and a celebration to help anyone imagine that there are actually ghosts, goblins and spirits of people who are deceased. It is designed to be scary, yet it provides the setting to use one’s imagination. At one time, Hallowe’en was definitely pagan, but in recent years, it has become an occasion to entertain children and celebrate the congeniality of neighbors, even for those not enthusiastic about witches, devils and werewolves.

Around the neighbourhood of our grandchildren, families demonstrated their excitement by the extravagant way in which their yards and homes were decorated to entertain kids by sights and sounds and by treats to show their love.

Our evening began with a family dinner at the home of our daughter, son-in-law and three grandchildren. Both sets of grandparents were invited. Our grandchildren are ten, eight and six; ideal ages to dress up in their costumes and pretend to be someone else. One was a doctor, another Elvis, and the youngest, a pumpkin. It was a perfect evening to collect bags of candy and chocolates. We went with our grandkids’ parents to enjoy the excitement and experienced their pleasure as we meandered down the street, meeting many parents who were in costume. Houses were decorated with spiders, skeletons that moved, gravestones, pumpkins expertly carved, flashing lights and frightening shadows. The artistry of parents and their desire to make this a memorable event was evident by their originality.

The kids came home laden with so much that one can only imagine what was to be done with the excess. While so much candy can be injurious to the teeth, one householder gave each kid a huge O Henry bar with a toothbrush taped to it. That was a thoughtful handout! Talking about handouts, our young people from White Rock Baptist Church, came with a van and collected food for the local food bank.

Unfortunately, there are some that think Halloween is their excuse to vandalize. Some yard decorations needed repair before the big night, and in the city of Vancouver, fireworks were used to wreak destruction on several schools. In spite of Hallowe’en being a happy event, there are those who react adversely, not realizing they’d have a better time by making it a party occasion.

Though Hallowe’en has its origin in imaginations resting on evil, it has transpired into something good, as a way for kids to dress as various characters, mostly good ones like Spiderman, Cinderella, Elvis, or an animal character. It’s an evening when neighbors visit happily along the way as they keep an eye on their children, and share a family time with their kids and the grandparents. The time before bed was one to tell stories about the night and reminisce about Hallowe'ens of the past when our own kids were just like them, hoarse from calling out “trick or treat.”

Activities Galore

2010-10-27T12:19:00.000-07:00

This week we received a sports schedule from our daughter. It contained the activities in which our grandchildren are involved - soccer games and cross-country races both in this city and surrounding areas. We have been excited to be there to cheer for them.

Last Wednesday, many Christian schools in the vicinity held their cross-country races in Bear Creek Park in Surrey. Our 10-year-old grandson competed with the grade 5’s in a two-km. race. Of the hundreds of kids in the park that morning, approximately 175 were in his group. Soon after they got started, the lad received a bump from behind; something like a domino effect, and he fell, landing on his back, with dozens of kids continuing past him. Many saw him fall, get up and continue. I ran to the finish line to photograph the winners. To my astonishment, the first to come in was our grandson. He had not only recovered from the fall, but overtook and passed everyone and was well ahead. Soon, he was relaxed and showed no sign of exertion from having just finished his race. He received many congratulations, especially from his teacher and classmates.

Our 10-year-old grandson will be competing in the provincial cross-country races in Aldergrove Lake Park in a few days, and will be training in the meantime. His dad will also be running in a cross-country championship race that morning.

Both our 10-year-old grandson and his 8-year old brother competed in their respective soccer games on Saturday. The younger lad’s team won their game 7 to 5 in South Surrey Park. For the 10-year old grandson’s game, we drove to Abbottsford. It was against boys a year older and ended in a tie. Our team had been ahead throughout the game, until the opponents scored the final goal with a header.

We grandparents are making an effort to stay in shape too. We’ve taken the first two of five lessons on how to play pickle ball. The sport is new to us, and skill will be acquired with practice. We used to play badminton, and hope to regain some of that agility. We also attend fitness classes twice a week and walk briskly almost every day on the forest trails; occasionally it’s along the seashore.

Conviction, Determination & Perseverance

2010-10-09T21:27:00.000-07:00

Apostle Paul by Rembrandt 1657

Paul was remarkable. After reading about his adventures in the Bible one can say, “They were exciting!” He was well educated, and could speak several languages, yet he experienced a complete conversion from what he had been taught and believed. His new faith redirected him for the rest of his life. He was certain it was worth giving his life to tell others and he held tenaciously to his commitment, even though he was subjected to cruel punishment that eventually cost him his life.

It was soon after Jesus was crucified and resurrected from the dead, that those who witnessed the miracle, were spreading the word. They were known as Christians. Paul, on the other hand, who had been educated in the Jewish faith which taught that salvation was promised to those who kept a set of rules, undertook to eliminate Christians with a vengeance. His encounter with Christ the risen Saviour had convinced him to change completely, and he devoted himself to preach salvation by faith in Christ; in that Jesus, being God in the flesh, paid the penalty completely, for the sins of all individuals who believe in God’s forgiveness.

Paul embarked by sea and by foot on a preaching tour over thousands of miles of rough terrain, along with a friend, Barnabas. Later, it was with others. They gained many followers and often encountered cruel resistance such as being stoned and left for dead. With determination, they would gather their strength and reenter the city from which they had been cast out. Beatings and incarcerations did not deter them from building congregations along the way, and they would return to bolster the faith of loyal followers.

During their travels, Paul wrote many letters to his churches. They are known today as books in the Bible, namely, Romans, Corinthians, Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, Thessalonians, Timothy, Titus and Philemon. Paul proclaimed that God inspired his writing. His letters contain words of great wisdom for us today, just as they did for their initial recipients.

Paul was a brave soldier of the cross, a man of brilliance, bravery, compassion, humility and grace. He found it difficult to decide whether it was better to live close to Jesus on earth, telling others about His saving power, or to go to be with his Lord in Heaven and enjoy His presence. As a piper, if I were asked to pay tribute to this humble man, I would choose the hymn, “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross,” written by Isaac Watts, and played to the music of Lowell Mason:

1. When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss
And throw contempt on all my pride.

4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Being a Part of God's Plan

2010-09-19T21:40:00.000-07:00

After having written my last blog, I’ve been waiting for renewed inspiration. It came after this morning’s wonderful church service. I realized that Ruby and I had been part of God’s plan though we hadn’t known it at the time. I would love to tell you about it.

We chose to sit in a row to the side, near the front of the sanctuary and we moved over to enable anyone to sit beside us. Before long, a couple we had not met before took those seats. We listened to a well-delivered sermon on the nature of God, so magnificent yet so intimate and loving that He wants to have the kind of relationship with us that a brother would, who loves us. The congregational singing was extraordinarily fine and soon we noted how beautifully well the man next to us sang and we agreed to introduce ourselves after the service and compliment him.

When the service concluded, we introduced ourselves and learned their names. We were told this was their first Sunday, and that they recently moved from Toronto. I said we loved hearing the gentleman sing and suggested that he might even want to come to the choir practice on Monday. We learned that their furniture was still in storage and they were staying with their son until their condo was ready. He said he’d been to Nicaragua, which interested me because I had been there on sight-testing missions. However, that was the extent of our learning about them for the present time.

In the vestibule, we introduced them to several other couples, and then asked if they’d like to stay for a short while and enjoy the coffee fellowship, which they accepted. Other couples were brought into our conversation and we let them know that this couple was new. Before long, there was a group talking animatedly, causing them to feel welcome. I learned from the gentleman that he had just been invited to attend the men’s dinner on Tuesday, and that someone had signed him up. Then, he asked if we’d introduce them to the pastor.

It only took a moment. I interrupted the pastor’s conversation with a friend, to ask him if he’d like to meet a new couple. It was a happy time when he spoke with them. Ruby and I were overjoyed that our pastor was there to welcome them and that so many people had done the same.

It was only after we were on our way home and were speaking to a lady friend, that I realized God had planned this very timely meeting by having us sit where we did. Of all the places in the church where we could have sat, He had placed us where we could be next to this dear couple who were in need of new and genuine friends. We reflected that any of us should be ready and available any time, to be an integral part of God’s plans.

Telling this experience is not to gain personal credit, for it should be natural to welcome newcomers. God in His magnificence desires to draw individuals to Himself in a loving way, and He used us to fulfill His plans. How blessed we were to be used by God!

A Piper With a Purpose

2010-09-07T09:27:00.000-07:00

This week I had the pleasant surprise of receiving an Email letter from a piper, a pastor in New Zealand. He had searched the web to find especially arranged music for the piper who expects to play in church. He found that I had published thirteen volumes of suitable music for “The Church Piper,” and he wanted them all. His special desire has been to specialize in hymns, much to the exclusion of secular music. He had already begun to transpose and arrange hymns, and knew it would be helpful to find a resource where hymns had already been arranged and could be learned. In addition, he expected to learn the techniques of transposition and arranging from them.

I explained to him that by moving from Manitoba to British Columbia, I had let Hendersons Ltd., in Michigan, have the whole inventory and that he could order his complete set of music books from them.

I expressed my hope that he would find the satisfaction he desired by specializing in church music and that he would pledge his musicianship towards the glorification of God by doing his finest for whatever occasion he would be invited to play. It might be in church for call to worship, for a funeral, a wedding, a banquet in which a piper is invited to pipe-in the head table or in a pipe band, coordinating his abilities with other pipers. Always, it would be with dignity and pride that he would not only be presenting Scotland's kind of music, but assuredly, when playing a hymn, it would be with awareness that God wants him to represent Him well in all he does.

The Scripture reminds us that in everything we do, to do it as for God and not for man. That is the highest standard, not only for all the music we play, but also for our deportment and the Christian example we set for others to follow.

I explained that one should be proficient in both kinds of music, because each style helps the other in practicing certain finger-work. One benefits from playing before an audience, from the confidence that it brings, and the ability to maintain good timing and perfection in playing. Finger dexterity is learned from playing secular music as well as hymns. The ability to count out time comes from playing more than hymns, and to play such pieces as "The Highland Wedding March" and "Trumpet Tune," is gained from hours of practicing music suitable for competitions. Practice is always with the intention of improvement for the next occasion. One becomes able to play well before any audience.

From my experience as a band piper, and through the need to prepare suitable music for church services, my entire repertoire grew. My mother's urging was to share the church’s beautiful spiritual music with pipers in the world and to introduce them to Christ our Saviour, so their music would be made meaningful too. In other words, she explained to me, that I should ask pipers how they could expound upon the love of Jesus if they didn't know Him personally.

The greatest essential in becoming proficient in playing church-related music is to have more than a book-knowledge of Christ. That is, we must know Him, and know Him personally -to be able to talk to Him and have love and respect for Him, knowing He is God. And yet, because Jesus lived on earth as a Man, we can relate to Him just as His own disciples did. That’s when one’s piping becomes meaningful and qualifies a piper to do as Jesus instructed us; to go into all the world and teach about the love He has for everyone.

A little later, I received another letter from this piper and he agreed that he would be retaining his teacher and be associated with a pipe band where he could learn the techniques of piping which he could apply to his church piping. He already knew Jesus Christ in a way that he could speak of Him as a Brother. With such ambition as his, he will be an outstanding Christian piper in New Zealand.

A Family Weekend

2010-08-30T09:09:00.000-07:00

On Friday afternoon, our daughter, her husband and our three grandchildren arrived at our place to pick us up. The two youngest kids with their pillows were tucked into the furthest row along with their backpacks brimming with stuffed animals, activity books and snacks. My wife and I took our places beside our oldest grandson in the back seat. It was a good thing we packed efficiently as there was just enough room and not a smidgen more for the two of us, one small suitcase for us to share, and of course a few homemade goodies Grandma made. Attached to the back of the vehicle were five bicycles. We were on our way to Whistler, the most famous ski resort in the world, just a couple of hour’s drive north of Vancouver. However, being summer, it wasn’t conducive to skiing. Instead, we’d be seeing our grandkids’ dad Jim, participate in The 5 Peaks Running Series and a 10 km Off -Road Race. It would have steep mountain climbs, sharp descents, craggy wilderness trails and tremendous views, a race up and down mountain paths with a few hundred others.

Early the next morning, Jim rode the gondola to the peak of Whistler Mountain and joined the mass of 450 athletes. Not long after, we followed, and enjoyed the spectacular view from 6000 feet above sea level. At first, we watched them from a distance. Soon they were racing down the mountainside, passing us seemingly unfazed by the steep alpine terrain with its rough surface. We made our way to the finishing stretch where the incline required an extra burst of energy by each runner.

Jim came 1st in his age category and 6th overall. It is absolutely amazing the condition one has to be in to run in this race. Jim didn't appear to have been running hard all that way, yet he must have been, and it would have been extremely taxing. He said the first 3 kms was a steady upward climb and he thought he'd quit somewhere along that part of the race, but soon after, he found his second wind. He has trained every day for years and is lean and muscular.

Rather than return to the Fairmont Whistler Hotel immediately after his race, Jim asked if we’d all like to go for a walk along one of those mountain paths. Where does he find such energy? We took a steep and rocky path downwards, which finally led along the edge of a small mountain lake and then turned upward on quite a steep trail. For most people like us, this would be an exercise in itself, but for Jim, it was like a walk in the park.

Returning to the base of Whistler village, we rode in an exhilarating open-air chair lift. At the hotel, three pools afforded us a good swim. One was for kids, another for those of us who like to do lengths, and a hot tub.

We enjoyed our favorite holiday meal at The Old Spaghetti Factory, which was the Manager’s Special, a choice of spaghetti with Mazithra cheese and spaghetti with tomato sauce. The meal was topped off with Spumoni ice cream.

Accommodation was excellent, and with two big beds in each room, the two boys could stay for one night and their younger sister the next. Their parents appreciated having their kids safe with grandparents next door.

Our daughter’s family never lacks energy...the 5 bicycles which had been attached to the carrier of their SUV provided excitement, entertainment and exercise early on Sunday. Breakfast was an extra special meal, with omelets made to order and every culinary delight you could imagine from waffles covered with caramel sauce, to chocolate croissants and fresh fruit.

Riding home on Sunday, after a stroll through the village with an ice cream cone, we continued to enjoy being up in the mountains, appreciating their majesty and height that assures snow in the peaks even in summer. The Rocky Mountains offer a supreme challenge to athletes whether they come to ski in winter or run a race in summer. The mountain scenery was superb and the weekend with family was one to remember.

Changed From The Inside

2010-08-14T22:08:00.000-07:00

Recently, I have been contemplating how God changes Christians, transforming them to be exemplary in the things they do. One can accept this kind of transformation and allow God to change him or her from the inside out. Christians are not to let the outward pattern of the world be their standard for renewal, but allow themselves to undergo a process of metamorphosis, which changes the quality of their lives, beginning from the inside.

Kindness and consideration are qualities God has given us to be used in humility to encourage one another. We are not to think of ourselves as better than anyone else but to live for one another, building each other up by every good example. We learn to take a genuine interest in others and try to avoid trouble, knowing it is best to live at peace with everyone. It is good news that we can live peaceably among others and be able to show genuine kindness, and not react by using evil against evil.

It is God’s position and not ours, to direct punishment where it may be due. Ours should always be a “respectable response.” We cannot improve our characteristics by using only our own strength. Instead, we need the strength of God to enable us to react in a respectful way. It is good news that we can surrender to God’s strength, and enjoy the renewing of our minds and be good examples to our neighhbours. It is of special significance that we can overcome evil with good. As the Scripture says, “I urge you brothers and sisters, …let your bodies be a living sacrifice to God. This is your reasonable service.” It is the logical way. Allow yourselves to be transformed by God so He can lead you into a victorious life.

It is not that we are trying to do our best on our own, to improve ourselves, but that we must allow God to change us from the inside out. As the example to illustrate this lesson, there is a story I heard along with some other people, of an individual who responded quietly to provocation, then dealt with it in his own way, which most people would consider fair:

A truck driver was about to enjoy his big juicy cheeseburger in a restaurant popular to truckers and other travelers. No other booths were available when a motorcycle gang entered. Seeing the trucker sitting alone, one of the gang members demanded that he must give him his booth. There was no response, so the biker reached out and grabbed the cheeseburger and ate it in spite of the trucker already having taken one bite.

When the biker finished the cheeseburger, the trucker relinquished his table and proceeded to the cashier to pay his bill. Then, he quietly left. Later, when the biker was paying his own bill, he commented to the cashier, “He wasn't much of a man, was he! He didn’t put up an argumemt.” The cashier responded, “That’s true, and he wasn’t much of a driver either.” “Why do you say that?” he asked, and to which she replied, “He just drove over a whole row of motorcycles."

The reaction from the listeners was spontaneous, as most people would expect. Everyone laughed, thinking fair punishment had been administered, and the bikers got what they deserved. That is exactly the point being made. The listeners were acknowledging that justice had been served. God however, would not consider it so.

Christians are ones in whom Jesus makes changes from the inside out and they know that God said, “Vengeance is Mine.” Scripture tells us that when someone offends you, to turn the other cheek. Then, there will be no continuation of hostility and the animosity will be forgotten. Jesus gave us the example in His prayer on the cross: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” That is the way a Christian should respond. Many people would consider that the trucker acted justly and the bikers received what they deserved. However, one can imagine the bikers’ reaction, which would be to retaliate. Getting even would be their obsession. If just one motorcycle was left to operate or if a car was commandeered to enable a biker to accost the truck driver, he would be in a predicament. Letting God handle this situation would have been the wise choice. We would have admired the truck driver if he had acted as a Christian and had driven off carefully, demonstrating how God had changed him from the inside out.

Making New Friends

2010-08-06T13:27:00.000-07:00

Late last summer we decided to prepare for the years ahead when our large home in which our children were raised, would become an encumbrance. We would move to British Columbia. The house sold in a week and after a month, we were looking for a smaller, compact home in BC, not far from our daughter, grandchildren and son-in-law. For two months we lived in a bed and breakfast suite while we searched for our new home. It is now where we live, adapting to a style of life that’s new in many ways.

It sounds very simple just to say we moved from Manitoba to British Columbia, but it amounts to much physical and mental strain; -more than most people would realize. The problems to overcome are the loss of what was familiar, -one’s friends, church, the entire community, organizations, and projects on which one had been working. Those were anchors that added stability to life and it was necessary to replace them. But how? The answer was, by prayer.

Often, I ask our Lord Jesus Christ, to help us to adapt to our new locality in whatever way He will. He has said, “By prayer, ask anything in My name, believing you will have it, and it shall be given to you.” I have accepted His promise, which is that of God, for Jesus was both God and man, and definitely has power behind His promises. He has power over both life and death.

Over a period of time, I have been witnessing the answer to my frequent prayers, in that God is enabling me to adapt to our new home and community. The people in our small community as well as in White Rock Baptist Church, are friendly and welcoming. We belong to a weekly Bible study group, which is the core of our circle of friends. Several times, I was invited to play the bagpipes in church, and we look forward to Sunday services to hear a well-prepared sermon and partake in the worship service. I joined the Seniors’ Choir. We’ve performed for Christmas and Easter services as well as for those who live in seniors’ residences. We were both involved in the week of Kids’s Summer Fun. We like to take bus tours that are offered, to see the country round about where we live and to make new friends.

We’ve attended events of importance to our grandchildren…Science Fair, their Christmas concert, a presentation by school choirs in which our grandchildren had leading parts, their piano and Highland dancing recitals, their block party, as well as their hockey and soccer games. They’ve been here for sleepovers and we’ve enjoyed family outings together. The thrill of seeing our grandchildren singing a solo in concert or winning first in a track meet or soccer tournament have been answers to prayer.

Each week, I participate in a pipe band practice, and The Surrey Public Library has been a distinct asset. Regular walks in the evergreen forests along the multitude of trails are invigorating.

Recently, we took a bus trip to Steveston to tour the Gulf of Georgia Fish Cannery, established in 1894. It is now a museum. Periodically, we’ve ridden on the church bus to tour certain sites such as Vancouver’s beautiful parks. Once, we went to Deep Cove, a quaint, scenic village, where people were swimming and boating. The mountains and surrounding forests were astoundingly beautiful.

At a picnic, I had the pleasure of conversing with our pastor. He mentioned that a study showed that the stress level experienced by people who have moved, is equal to that of having undergone a separation, a divorce or death of a spouse and that such persons need the Spirit of God to help them in those enormously stressful times. I am thankful, as I think about the many ways in which God has helped us to adjust from the familiarity of our home and friends in Winnipeg, to our ability to make new friends and enjoy satisfactions in White Rock British Columbia.

A poem reminds us that it is Jesus, with whom we walk every day, and that He’s the one who enables us to adapt when we move from familiar surroundings to unfamiliar ones. We learn from Him, that the closer we walk with God, the less room there is for anything else to come between us.

To walk in fellowship with Christ
And sense His love so deep and true
Brings to the soul its highest joy
As nothing in this world can do.
-D. de Haan

Acknowledging a Miracle

2010-07-25T22:42:00.000-07:00

In an article I wrote earlier, that miracles still happen today, I told of my own experiences. Here is one that others experienced recently in White Rock BC, as reported in The Now Newspaper. A man was saved from drowning at the beach. Many factors came into play to save him from drowning, and were proof of God’s intervention.

It happened on Sunday afternoon, July 18th, 2010. A man in his 50’s was quite far out and floundering. He wife, not so far out as he, was screaming and waving her arms frantically for help. A young man of 44, sitting on the beach, reacted by discarding his hat, socks, shirt and sunglasses and bolted down the beach and into the ocean. He told us afterwards that he was saying to himself that he had better do this right, otherwise his wife would be raising their kids on her own.

Pete Pretorius was the person who rescued the man, and he had the presence of mind to take the man’s wrist and turn him around to face away, making him unable to drown his rescuer. With much effort, Pete towed the nearly drowned man to shore where he was revived and assisted to the family’s vehicle.

It was a miracle to have been saved from drowning, but the circumstances that enabled the rescuer to be present and capable are astounding. Pete was there to enjoy a sunny afternoon at the beach. He could have been anywhere at that moment. He was an athlete, being the 4th fastest in the world in the 400-metre hurdles, with a black belt in taekwondo. That training helped him to disable the person from complicating the rescue operation. And one last consideration, is that Pete had cancelled competing in the South African Olympics at that time because of other circumstances. All of these factors acted together for our lifesaver to be there at the exact moment. Pete recognizes God's intervention. I hope the drowning man’s family too, recognizes that saving their dad from drowning was indeed a miracle.

All Things Bright And Beautiful

2010-07-16T16:23:00.000-07:00

One of my friends in The International Fellowship of Christian Pipers and Drummers, a piper who lives in the Netherlands, wrote saying, “I have a question arising from one of The Church Piper music books, page xxxiii of Thanksgiving Hymns, Volume 8, where it says, “Jesus made all things bright and beautiful.” Would you have meant God made all things bright and beautiful and did you not make an error by saying Jesus made all of these things?”

My reply was to say I appreciated his question, and agree that it could seem like I made an error, but actually, I didn’t.

The first chapter in the book of John points out that God and Jesus is one and the same Person. Later on, when Jesus left the Holy Spirit with us, the three together, Father, Son and Holy Ghost made up the Trilogy of God. Some have likened the Trilogy to the several states in which water can exist, namely water, ice and water vapor. They are all of the same entity.

Scripture says, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through Him all things were made.” Additionally it says, “The Word became flesh, and made His dwelling among us, and we have seen His glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” Jesus is referred to as The Word made flesh, and that He dwelt among people who didn’t realize He was God until He arose from the dead after having been crucified.

The Scripture tells us that Jesus is the “Word” that was there from the beginning. Consequently, He is God. Jesus was not only a man, but He is also God. Who else could take upon Himself the sins of the world, die as a human sacrifice and yet have power over death, to be resurrected and prove to mankind that He has this power? He was both God and man and He lives in us as the Holy Spirit. He was there from the beginning and Scripture makes it clear, that “the same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by Him; and without Him was not any thing made that was made."

That Jesus created all things is given in Colossians 1:15, which says, “He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by Him all things were created; things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities, all things were created by Him and for Him.”

Reading the book of John is a great enlightenment. Moments spent reading that first chapter have been enjoyable. Additional reading reinforces the statement that Jesus, being part of the Trilogy, was God, and He created all things bright and beautiful, just as the hymn by that title tell us. I am thankful for the question, and am pleased to have answered it. In "Thanksgiving Hymns" I did mean to say that Jesus is God and it is to His credit that all things bright and beautiful were made.

Congratulations Are In Order

2010-07-07T23:45:00.000-07:00

I would be remiss if I did not congratulate our Langley Legion Pipes and Drums for their accomplishment in winning two first prizes and one second, in the Squamish British Columbia Highland Games on June 19 2010. Kevin Sutherland is the pipe major. This is the band to which I belong since we moved to BC. I am not claiming honors for myself, but I enjoy being able to say I am affiliated with this accomplished band. On that Saturday, I was unable to join in the competition because of an invitation that had been given to me weeks earlier, to play for a piano recital in White Rock.

At the band’s practice the following Wednesday, notes by the piping and drumming adjudicators were read and absorbed. Encouraging comments were very much enjoyed; ones such as “the bass drummer was spot on.” That must be a Scottish expression. Another comment that caused pipers to perk up their ears and smile was that their introductory E’s came in simultaneously. Two trophies stood tall on the table, to be admired as comments were read and discussed.

On a subsequent practice night, members of the legion were having a social. They invited the pipe band to perform on stage. I had the pleasure to participate and thus was able to share with the band their exhilaration that came from having been recognized as champions.

On the Saturday that our pipe band won its first prizes, I had the honor of piping nineteen piano students onto the stage of White Rock Baptist Church. I was asked to play “Highland Cathedral.” It was a pleasure to lead those who had performed from the vestibule, down the aisle and onto the platform. I concluded the whole program, having experienced the finest acoustics of any auditorium in which I have ever played. The sound was absolutely clean and suitable to the selection that could easily be accepted as Scotland’s National Anthem. I basked in the honors that were being given to those who had magnificently performed, because the student musicians were given a standing ovation for their exceptional skills. I felt the pipes were also being recognized as an integral part of the program.

A Block Party for the Kids, Installment Three

2010-07-05T02:30:00.000-07:00

On Sunday afternoon the block party on a residential street in White Rock BC began when 35 helmeted kids of various ages toured the block on their bikes and entered the park from the top of the knoll next door to where our grandkids live. Barbecues and tables of food had been set up with salads, desserts and lemonade.

The stage was a pop-up tent on the street, at the bottom of the slope. Music from the sound system filled the air. The hill made a natural amphitheatre and people sat on the grass. Our grandchildren along with other neighborhood kids were scheduled for the program. Our six-year-old granddaughter danced the Highland fling with her friend. Her eight-year-old brother, a slender soccer-player, showed off his muscles in a comedy act when he pretended to be a strong man and lifted a dumbbell that he and his dad had labeled 1000 lbs. Their brother, who is 10, sang a Justin Bieber song with music from a CD. He was a highlight, smiling throughout his performance. Other kids in the talent show sang and danced. One six-year-old actually climbed a tall spruce tree as his contribution. I was invited to participate by playing a bagpipe selection. Spontaneously, everyone clapped in unison to “Scotland the Brave.”

With their hands tied behind their backs, and their kids cheering them on, dads competed in the Jell-O eating contest. It was amusing to see one little fellow devouring the remains from his father’s pie plate.

At dusk, families returned for an outdoor movie and popcorn. The show was comical and chosen for the kids, now snuggled in sleeping bags and staying warm on this cool evening. Parents were pleased to know their little guys and girls had fully enjoyed the block party.

Finding an Interesting Book (Installment two)

2010-06-30T02:06:00.000-07:00

A person who doesn’t read is no better off than one who can’t, and I am thankful to be one who enjoys reading. The public library offers a treasure of excellent books. One that captured my interest is “The Pillars of the Earth,” by Ken Follett. The story began in 1123 AD.

I am intrigued by the skill of architects and artisans who built English cathedrals in the ancient days when they had to invent their own equipment. They suffered extreme poverty and hardship, and yet their devotion to the task enabled them to persevere and see the finished result.

At the same time, battles were being fought on foot and horseback, using swords and axes. Bravery of the fighting men was amazing and the battlefield became littered with the bodies of both men and horses. Atrocities were committed by ones in leadership because of their sense of power and to show what they could do to punish those who would not comply with their authority. Pride, greed and immorality were driving forces. Battles and the destruction of villages, along with their people, were terribly exciting; not for enjoyable reading, because it wasn’t, but because these events were a part of history that can’t be ignored as trivial. Of personalities, some were admirable, others detestable.

To build a beautiful cathedral required hundreds of people to dig the basement and haul building materials from the quarry and forest. Money wasn’t available to pay laborers and the monks in charge found a way to employ local citizens without having to pay them. If they didn’t work, they would burn in the eternal fires of hell and if they volunteered, they were promised eternal life with God. This was termed penance, or payment to God for their sins. Most of those poor uneducated people were not able to read and didn’t know that the Bible tells us, “it is by grace you have been saved, through faith - and this is not of yourselves, it is the gift of God - not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesians 2:9

I admire the author for his ability to describe every situation or architectural design in minute detail, and I appreciated his fine vocabulary. I began recording new words in my computer, adding their meanings from the dictionary. I will use them on occasion.

Although the story is fictional, I’d recommend it to friends who have an interest in history, though they must be prepared for situations of cruelty. One gets the sense of being there and sharing their poverty and labor, besides becoming sympathetic to those people for the misery being imposed upon them by individuals steeped in their own authority. I’d not recommend the book to immature and sensitive individuals.

I admired Tom the artisan, building his beloved cathedral. He built it stone by stone, seeing the walls go up and the arches adding beauty and strength to the church according to his design. I was reminded of a poem referring to each of us a stone used in the building of Christ’s church. Each is different, but together, we fit in place to make his church secure.

Christ builds his church with different stones
And makes each one secure;
All shapes and sizes fit in place
To make his church endure.
-Anonymous

A Week's Experiences (Installment one)

2010-06-27T02:22:00.000-07:00

It has been an interesting week, and I will share some of the experiences and lessons I’ve learned.

My wife found a newspaper advertisement for a set of nesting tables for sale and she arranged for us to see them. An elderly couple in a small apartment welcomed us, and it was obvious they were extremely crowded. Belongings filled their space beyond capacity, much like in a second hand store where nothing is organized. We were told that this was only part of what all that had to be moved and that the heavier objects had already gone. Nevertheless, there were still two love seats and several bookshelves, besides books and numerous artifacts. One was as an elephant tusk carved with five elephants and a tiger. The couple admitted being very tired.

Glances into the bedroom, washroom, small storage room and the balcony, proved that they had allowed their belongings to rule their lives. Their task had been left so long that they could barely cope. If they had regularly condensed their belongings it would have made moving so much easier. If only they had done it before becoming too old and weary or before having to leave it for someone else! This was an important lesson for us although we had recently reduced our own belongings before moving to BC from Manitoba. Apparently, there are various degrees of hoarding. Some cannot bear to part with familiar objects, while others who are grossly affected, will part with nothing. A comfortable home can become a difficult place in which to maneuver and be a source of anguish.

Our real treasures on earth are our family and friends, and all the considerate things we can do for others. Jesus advised us to “store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also

Jesus Paid It All

2010-06-19T06:43:00.000-07:00

Here is one final hymn to conclude my series on notation in 3/4 time. Please play it as it is written. In the chorus, the bagpipes articulate the name, Jesus, and proclaim that “Jesus paid it all.” I love to let my bagpipes speak like that and they can “speak” with great feeling in those words, when one is marching in step with the music.

Some may wonder what is meant by "Jesus Paid it All." It was the sacrifice by Jesus, of His life for us personally, as payment to God for our sins that separate us from God. Many believe that everyone is assured of going to Heaven as a result; that forgiveness is automatically given to everyone. That is not exactly what the Scripture tells us. Individuals have to ask forgiveness personally. Doing good things is not the answer. We would never know when we did enough. Newness in our life comes after forgiveness.

After our pastor spoke on the subject, I understood it was for individuals that Jesus gave His life. It wasn't difficult to understand that everyone sins sometimes in his or her life and God is so Holy that sin is an affront to Him. It actually separates a person from God. The pastor told us that there was a time when people sacrificed various animals to God for the sake of asking forgiveness. An animal or bird substituted for the life of the person asking forgiveness. Offerings were acceptable to God as if they were offerings of their own lives, because it meant the giving of a life. Sin is so serious that our own death is the price that should be paid to God for our sinfulness.

God, in His great love, provided an even better Sacrifice for us than animals, in the person of Jesus His Son. He was both man and God. He took our place, paying the price for the sins of men and women of that time and even before and after that time because He was God. He died for you and for me, but we have to acknowledge that He died in our place and thank Him for this wonderful gift. The gift is the forgiveness of our sins and union with Him in fellowship. It is a fellowship with the Father and the Son. Because we have faith that our sins have been forgiven, we are able to enjoy a personal relationship with God. We can come to God any time and He will listen to us. No longer will our sins cause God's face to be hidden from us. We have the promise of eternal life besides.

The Bible tells us in 1 John 11:4, 5 that it is recorded that God has given us eternal life and this life is in His Son. He that has the Son has life and he that doesn't have the Son of God, does not have life. In other words, the promise of eternal life is assured to those who have accepted Jesus' gift of having paid for their unworthiness. "Jesus Paid it All."

I hear the Saviour say, thy strength indeed is small,

Child of weakness, watch and pray; find in Me thine all in all.

For nothing good have I where-by Thy grace to claim;

I'll wash my garments white in the blood of Calvary's Lamb,

And when, before the throne, I stand in Him complete,

Jesus died my soul to save, My lips shall still repeat,

"Jesus paid it all." All to Him I owe;

Sin had left a crimson stain; He washed it white as snow.

If you would like a clearer copy of the music, you may order "Wondrous Love," Vol. 7 of The Church Piper from Henderson's Imports Ltd. in Michigan.

A Problem With Three-Fours, continued

2010-06-18T06:31:00.000-07:00

In my last posting, I made reference to the following retreats, which I gladly share with you today, written correctly, with the proper introductory pick-up measures, repeat endings, and beat emphasis. Enjoy and share freely!

A Problem With Three-Fours

2010-06-12T19:53:00.000-07:00

Waltzes are favorites the world over, especially such popular selections as, “The Blue Danube,” “Tales From The Vienna Woods,” and “Wine, Women and Song. ” By their compelling rhythm, they can send a dancing couple twisting and turning most gracefully ’round and about the ballroom dance floor.

What would happen to our sense of rhythm if any of these familiar tunes were altered to shift the beat to the introductory note? Could a dancing couple continue swirling to the uplifting beat of the 3-quarter note rhythm? Of course not! It would cause outright confusion! Such is absolutely the case with most of our pipe tunes in 3/4 time, namely, retreats. For some unknown reason, the majority of these tunes have been written as if they had no introduction. One is to begin playing without any feeling, expression or meaning, simply by attacking the first note of the introduction as if it should have the emphasis of the first beat of the tune, -which it doesn’t. An instructor will advise his or her students saying, “play the way the notes have been written and don’t question why the bars are where they are.” One is told, “That is the way composers wrote them, and that’s the way we pipe-majors say these tunes are to be played, regardless of what you think about the inaccuracy. Besides, many of our band pipers are too old to change the way they’ve been playing!”

Music in three-quarter time includes waltzes, retreats and some hymns. The most familiar of all hymns in 3/4 time is certainly “Amazing Grace.” Now, even that beautiful hymn has been adulterated and made to suffer from having been poorly rearranged for pipe bands. The introductory note has been made the first note of emphasis for the hymn. One just steps off with the left foot on the first note. It “shivered my timbers” to see The Black Watch out of step on this hymn. It is written correctly below.

Settings of well-known retreats written by conscientious regimental pipers for pipe bands have been accepted as standard. For the sake of accuracy, and to produce the best sounding music, correction should be made in nearly all of these retreats, to make their introductions specific. There must also be a first and second ending; the first one having a half note and two eighth notes of the introduction, with the second ending having a dotted half note, to finish the tune with three beats.

Consider for example, “The Green Hills of Tyrol,” keeping the words in mind while playing. Listen as you play the words of the second verse- “Because those green hills are not Highland hills.” The first three words, played by the two introductory notes are an introduction, and this puts the natural emphasis on “green hills,” on the left foot. In the generally played version of the tune, a piper will be on the right foot for “green,” not the left. Automatically, the soloist or a whole pipe band is out of step! This does not produce an acceptable performance and it is quite disconcerting to pipers who know the difference! In a conversation with a concert trumpet player, he agreed by saying, “It would drive us musicians nuts!”

One should begin “The Green Hills of Tyrol” by playing the introductory notes on the right foot and leading off with the left, on “C.” This makes a considerable difference in the feeling when playing the tune! When completing the tune, it’s natural and correct, to hold the last note for 3 beats. The music is usually written with 2 beats given to the last note, while it is correct to play three, with that last note being the only one in the bar.

The same analysis holds true in starting “When the Battle’s O’er,” and the words can be used as a guide. From there on, the 3/4 time feeling of the tune falls into place, which causes one to emphasize the beat. A piper should have the feeling of holding the notes that require emphasis on the left foot.

Several three-four tunes, now my favorites, offered no sense of satisfaction at one time, simply because they were not started correctly and could not be given the correct expression. “Marche du Petre,” for example, written with one introductory note, actually requires three introductory notes. They are counted out, “and three and one” “One” will be the first beat in the bar, the quarter note, “F.”

Other familiar three-fours as examples, should be corrected. They are, “Heroes of Oosterbeek,” “Castle Dangerous,” “The Dream Valley of Glendaruel,” “Pipe Major J. K. Cairns,” “My Land” and “Balmoral.” There are many more. They will sound better and pipers will enjoy them once they are played with these changes in mind.

It would be lovely to have a book “Retreats, Waltzes and Other Three-Fours” to contain corrected music for all 3/4 time tunes written for bagpipes, all neatly standardized for pipe bands. For now, pipers should be satisfied to have a few of their most familiar and favorite retreats arranged so they can be enjoyed and played compatibly with other bands and within medleys. Pipers will become mindful of how retreats should be played, and be able to correct the ones with which they are familiar. It should be noted that the last bar should consist of one note that requires 3 beats and it should not be cut off with only two.

This article’s mission will have been accomplished when both old and new retreat compositions, along with hymns in 3/4 time, are played with the correct “Three-quarter time feel,” and pipers will be marching with emphasis on the left foot. Other objectives of this Blog, “Piping With A Purpose,” will have been met in the same way.

I encourage you to make the adjustment in playing music in 3/4 time, using introductions where they are intended. You will enjoy them immensely.

A Whole Band Out Of Step

2010-06-05T01:17:00.000-07:00

The official Anthem of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is "God Save The Queen," while "The Flower of Scotland" is Scotland's Unofficial National Anthem, along with "Scotland the Brave." It commemorates the Battle of Bannockburn in 1314. Other compositions the Scots are inclined to call their National Anthems are, "The Thistle of Scotland," "Highland Cathedral," "Scots Wha Ha'e Wi' Wallace Bled" and "Auld Lang Syne." The musical arrangement of "The Flower of Scotland" will be addressed in this short article.

A selection accepted as a country's National Anthem should be written as a standard that can be played the same anywhere. Consequently, the music for "The Flower of Scotland" is being presented in this blog to show how it has been changed from the original and rewritten for pipe bands by Pipe Major J.G. Slattery for The Scots Guards. Although bands play it this way, it doesn't offer the same satisfying feeling as the arrangement by Roy M.B. Williamson, the composer. For example, the name "Scotland" is broken with the emphasis falling on 'land' and not on 'Scotland,' which should get the emphasis. 'Scotland' should fall on the left foot. 'Land' should fall on the right foot and get less emphasis.

Notice the notes that should be held for the word 'see' in the line, "When will we see your like again?" The word 'see' should not be broken as it is in this band arrangement. The E should be held for three beats. With three beats, it gives the tune a nice flowing feel, whereas with only two beats, the tune is choppy. Similarly, the word 'again' should not be cut off as it is in the band arrangement.

When the music was being arranged for "The Church Piper," Vol. 12B, "More Songs of Scotland," permission from the composer was obtained and the bagpipe arrangement followed his direction precisely. The only correction he made was to ask that the words in the first verse should begin, "Oh flower of Scotland." His musical composition began with an introduction of three notes with the corresponding words, "Oh flower of." Thus, the emphasis fell on "Scotland," which has the first note in the bar. A pipe band will step off with the left foot on "Scotland."

[To view a larger image of the music above, click on it]

In contrast with this, P/M Slattery's music has the band beginning with the introduction of only one note, causing the left foot to fall on "flower." This puts the right foot on "Scotland." A musician will have an easier time to play Roy Williamson's arrangement that flows along nicely, than Slattery's that tends to be choppy and out of step.

"The Flower of Scotland" is beautiful for its music and words. It is worthy to be a National Anthem. It should be played with all its potentiality for the great song that it is.

In Step with the Spirit

2010-06-02T04:45:00.000-07:00

In a pipe band we must keep in step with one another and play in unison. We must listen well to those around us and be aware of the cadence set by the bass drummer for the tune itself.

Applied to life, the Scripture says, "Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep step with the Spirit."(Galatians 5:25) In other words, just as we march and play in unison with the band, "walking" in our Christian lives must be such as to keep in step with the Spirit of God. His Spirit will help our lives to become harmonious. He will establish the lead by which we are to follow, like following the bass drum, which sets the pace for the band. (The Pipe Major, who is directly responsible for the rhythm, would already have given instructions to the base drummer, whose responsibility it is, to maintain that cadence)

By not listening to the correct beat, we will have a different cadence from the band and be off beat and off the tune and even out of step. That is like straying off life's pathway. The result is obvious. We would become lost and have to reconsider our actions and readjust our lives. "If a man imagines himself to be somebody, when he is nothing, he is deluding himself. Each man should examine his own conduct for himself; then he can measure his achievement by comparing with himself and not with anyone else." (Galatians 6:3)

That is what we have to do when playing in the band. If we are not in unison, then we must stop playing and listen. Soon, we can continue to play, this time in unison. However, with experience and practice, with confidence and expertise, we will maintain unity with those around us.

To tell if we are walking in step with the Spirit, evidence of the Spirit will dwell in our lives. The Scripture tells us,, "If the Spirit is the source of our life let the Spirit also direct our course." (Galatians 5:25) A verse to contemplate is,

Oh may the life of the Savior flow through us,

Bearing rich fruit by the Spirit within,

And may each longing for selfish enjoyment

Be overcome lest it lead us to sin.

-D. J. DeHann

The Celestial Piper

2010-05-29T14:50:00.000-07:00

Certain scientists have helped us to understand God's mysterious power and creative nature. Knowing that such learned people reverence God strengthens our own faith.

As scientists peer into their telescopes and microscopes, they see the mysterious and infinite nature of God. On one hand, they see the galaxies composing mind-boggling reaches of outer space, while on the other hand, they search to describe atomic structure, and viruses within the cell. In trying to explain the phenomena of science, they can only begin to perceive the organized thought and action of the Mastermind of Creation described in Scripture. There one reads, "He made the earth by His power; He founded the world by His wisdom, and stretched out the heavens by His understanding." (Jeremiah 51:15) Man has no excuse for not acknowledging God's creativity. The Bible tells us, "For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities -his eternal power and divine nature -have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. (Romans 1:20)

Dr. Albert Einstein, well-known for his theory of relativity said, "the most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious." Blaise Pascal, a minister better known for his scientific work, spoke for all of us concerning the awesomeness of the great endlessness of celestial space, when he said, "the eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me."

Abraham Lincoln believed, "God created man, an intelligent race, for His own will and pleasure, to enjoy seeing him discover and comprehend scientific phenomena, and infinite spaces; even to provide for him a life of eternity." With implicit faith in God and His creativity, Lincoln said, "Surely, God would not have created such a being as man, with an ability to grasp the infinite, to exist only a day. No, no, man was made for immortality." He could have been thinking of God's Word, where it says, "You crowned him with glory and honor, and set him over the works of Your hands." (Hebrews 2:7)

There tends to be a great deal of argument as to which is more reliable, Science or the Bible. Depending upon their sphere of learning, men and women have held tenaciously to their beliefs. As their knowledge expanded and encompassed other disciplines, they integrated science and religion. The more a person understands science and its mysteriousness, the greater must become his or her faith in God. Conversely, there can be no great theologian who disregards science, because science is God's means through which all has been created.

Albert Einstein stated, "Science without religion is lame; religion without science is blind," which explains the relationship that should exist in the minds of thinking men. He was asked if he believed in God. He acknowledged that he did and added, "It seems to me that the attitude of even the most intelligent human beings toward God is that the universe is seen as marvelously arranged and obeying certain laws but these laws are only dimly understood."

The Psalmist too, was awed by nature and was inspired to write about the Designer behind the design, saying, "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands." (Psalms 19:1)

As we behold our universe and all that is in it, our reaction is a feeling of wonderment. The Creator's work is apparent. Scripture tell us, "Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made." (John 1:3) We need only to look up into the night sky to be amazed at the stars and planets, all of which point toward its design, and know that creation's design points to the Master Designer. The same is true if we were to look into the depths of a powerful microscope and observe that microscopic world.

Albert Einstein compared the world made by God with the abundance of literary and scientific works to be found in a library. The authors are represented by their unique knowledge. Though they cannot be seen, their lives must be acknowledged by what they did. Similarly, by His lovely handiwork round about us,
God is seen and recognized as the Creator of the world.

Things of nature are so well organized that there has to be a Designer and Creator, just as the watch on one's wrist implies a watchmaker. By our own existence, our Creator is implied. The organization of elements in the electrochemical series and of wavelengths in the electromagnetic spectrum, including light and radio waves, implies an Infinitely Intelligent Genius of Immense Originality and Creativity. Once again, Albert Einstein intertwined science and theology when he said, "Everything is determined for the insect as well as for the star, human beings, vegetables or cosmic dust. We all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an Invisible Piper." By saying that God controls all nature with a systematic rhythm, he could not have stated it more succinctly, for he tended to reinforce the thought of pipers in Paradise, with God being the "Invisible Piper." Our whole world pulses to the rhythmic beat of the Celestial Piper!

We are grateful to our Lord, for men like Blaise Pascal and Albert Einstein, who have presented to us the infinite, as a scientist would see it. They have related the things of science to the mysterious nature of God, to God the Maker of this Universe, the One who controls all nature with a systematic rhythm.

"Making Melody in Your Heart to the Lord"

2010-05-27T14:41:00.000-07:00

There's power as well as something amazing in a hymn, which, when played on the pipes, stirs a person's heart to affect the innermost soul to a greater extent than would a preacher's message.

There's something much more compelling about a hymn tune than just its melody. It has something to do with the words that the poet has rhymed, yet even more than that. I expect it is God's Spirit that works in the tune, while the pipes are "singing." The words given to the tune, the tune itself, and the Sublime Spirit...all three working together, really touch a person's heart.

We pipers must thank God for all the fine old hymns; the beautiful new ones as well, and for all the opportunities given to pipe with such an effect upon the hearts of our fellow men and women, that their very souls are touched, ultimately saving them from hopeless graves. The following poem explains this, in that the Holy Spirit leads a person to extend God's message of salvation, once he or she has accepted Christ as Lord of his or her life. Clair Hess, Senior Editor of Our Daily Bread tells us there is a compulsion to tell others.

When I gave my life to Jesus,

He became my Lord and Friend;

Now His power is flowing through me,

As His message I extend.

The Spirit dwelling within the Church Piper gives him or her joy when helping others praise Christ. The Spirit provides melody in the piper's heart causing a love for the hymns he or she plays. Consequently, the piper will perform better and will bring joy and blessing to those receiving the Bible's message in music.

We must think of music as God's gift to mankind, and that in piping one is saying, "Thank you God for music, and thank you for how it provides a way for all to recognize your great love for us. With it, we must also tell others about God's love."

The next time you are practicing to play the pipes at a service in which God is to be praised, and you are choosing your medley of hymns, take a few extra minutes for your personal spiritual enrichment to read very thoughtfully, the words of the hymns you are about to play. Make an effort to learn the words as well as the tune, for God has given you a talent enabling you to express Spiritual feelings and Biblical truths with both music and words. You are sincerely encouraged to use this gift and develop it.

Church pipers know the thrilling satisfaction of "speaking" by way of their pipes, to tell the age-old Biblical truths that are practical today. We have a wonderful opportunity to revive them in the hearts and minds of those who appreciate good piping, piping that sings with power and distinctness in a heart-toned manner of speaking, that reaches hearts directly, where mere words might lose their way.

The inspiration for these paragraphs was Ephesians 5:19 which says, "Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord."

The Masons - Why I Joined; Why I Left

2010-05-24T09:00:00.000-07:00

My dad was a mason and spoke highly of it. He said it was a beautiful system of morality, veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols. He admired his fellow members and said they would help one another and their families in a predicament. They wouldn't be found where they would not take their wife, daughter or lady friend.

After graduation from university, I joined the Masons. I was asked, "If you were in trouble, in whom would you place your trust?" My answer was "In God." Afterwards, I asked the Master of the lodge if that was the only acceptable answer. His response was that any god would suffice. The Bible, which was opened on the central table, did not have to be the Holy Bible, or to be opened at any specific Scriptural reading. As long as it was a book signifying a higher authority, it was acceptable. Around the table, three men came to "arrange the great lights," which was to arrange certain letters that would spell the name of their god. Because his name was so profound, one person could not sound it. The sound was Jah Bal On, a name composed of three gods; Jehovah, Baal and Osiris. Sons and daughters have been sacrificed to Baal, and Osiris is the one-eyed god. It wasn't reasonable to reverence this god by a person who knows Jesus as the One to whom all praise is given.

In a final degree, the crucified figure of Jesus was on the cross. The Presiding Preceptor stated, "We have come here today, to remember the death of Jesus of Nazareth. Some say He was the the Creator of the universe and some say He was the Saviour of mankind, but we have not come to decide that." Apparently, it did not matter because the special name to remember now, was Abaddon, the keeper of the gates of Hell. (Abaddon, refers to the angel of the bottomless pit, in Revelation 9:11.)

Almost any Mason will tell you that the G in the Masonic emblem stands for God. Some will say it means Geometrician of the Universe. However, the significance of the emblem is that the sun shines from the compass' articulation, and its rays warm mother earth, (the square), making her fertile. The G is the key to the whole explanation, and it signifies the generating organ. Women cannot belong to the Masons and the emblem is a subtle reminder of that.

Often, reference is made to the number of Presidents of the United States who have been Masons; Robbie Burns, the Scottish poet too, was a Mason. Evidently, these important people overlooked the fact that the beliefs of the Masons are not those of Christians. They belonged because of the brotherhood of men, rather than because of a binding faith in the only true God. Because of my faith in Jesus Christ as my personal Saviour, I cannot subscribe to any another god.

Simon Fraser University Pipe Band

2010-05-19T07:00:00.000-07:00

Here is a clip of one of my favourite pipe bands. I marvel at their fine execution and perfect tuning.

Alive Again! Our Personal Friend

2010-05-18T07:54:00.000-07:00

This posting is in response to a comment I received earlier this week. The comment was that, "If Jesus died over 2000 years ago, how could he become one's personal friend today?" Overlooked, is that three days after His crucifixion, Jesus rose again, having conquered death. Though He was a man and died, as God, He had power over death and lives. Can you imagine the thrill His two disciples on the Ammaus road felt, as they realized He was walking beside them, conversing along the way? They did not expect to see Him alive again, after having seen Him die on Calvary's cross. The Bible says, "their hearts burned within them."

Jesus is a Friend who cares, for the Bible tells us that "greater love hath no man than this, than to lay down one's life for His friends." That is what Jesus did. He gave His life in payment to God for the sake of forgiving His friends of their sinful acts, which are an affront to God. It is when, as an individual, one honestly asks for forgiveness that Jesus lovingly responds. That is to know Jesus personally. Who could want a Friend so faithful?

The hymn, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus," by Joseph M. Scriven, states, "What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins to Him we bear! What a privilege to carry everything to Him in prayer!" We could not ask for a better Friend. The same hymn asks us, "Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer. In His arms He'll take and shield thee. Thou wilt find a solace there."

Having professed to live a renewed life, one receives the precepts from Jesus, who said, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." He went about doing good, and as our personal Friend today, He is just as ready to assist us in doing the same.

A Piper's Role and Responsibility

2010-05-16T07:00:00.000-07:00

A piper will be asked to play for a special occasion at church. It is best to have the right music. It might be for a wedding or a funeral, for Christmas, Thanksgving, Easter or Remembrance Day. It may be for a regular Sunday morning worship service. On Memorial Day, a congregation remembers our soldiers who fought and gave their lives for their country, contrasted with Jesus, who gave His life for us as individuals.

After having prepared and played for these various occasions, my purpose was decided, and it was to share my music with the world of pipers. Over time, a number of books would be published by The Church Piper on numerous themes. No longer would pipers have just a few hymns at their fingertips, but a sufficient number to arrange medleys. In each book, encouraging articles would be written to say how important it is to be well-practiced and to play one's best. A piper's purpose would be to lead congregations in praise of God; a task possible only when a piper is in tune with God, with faith that his "workmanship" is for God, and not only for the satisfaction of man.

Punctuality and Professionalism

2010-05-15T07:00:00.000-07:00

A piper's part in a celebration may be at the first, last or middle. Regardless of his or her placement, it is imperative to be there about an hour early. Directions can be received and last minute tuning can be done.

At one funeral service, I arrived in my suit because I was a mourner at a friend's funeral. The mortician asked, "Where are your pipes and your kilt?" I replied that I had not been invited to play. He asked me to go home and get my pipes because the piper had not yet arrived and it was close to starting time.

I lived rather close to the church and was soon back, having tuned up at home. The piper had just arrived late, and was in the basement tuning. The mortician thanked me, but waited for the piper to be ready. After the service, he returned to the sanctuary to play music of his own choosing. Obviously, this piper was not considerate of those who were bereaved. Since that time, I proposed to explain to all pipers to be well practiced, punctual and considerate. It is of extreme importance as a professional.

Do Miracles Happen Today?

2010-05-14T18:16:00.000-07:00

Flying from Winnipeg to Palm Springs, I found myself next to a passenger who had the same first and second names as mine. It had to be miraculous. What was the likelihood of this to happen, with so many passengers and flights? I think God was telling me, "I am with you always, even to the end of the world." One has to be constantly aware of God's presence.

Indeed, miracles do happen today, and when you yourself become part of the miracle, it is a real honor. In Grenada one winter, I was called from where I was swimming, to a man who was standing along the shore some distance away. I was told he had lost his wedding ring while swimming quite far out. Without hesitation, I swam out to where the depth was about twenty feet. On the fifth time up from the bottom, I had retrieved the ring. It helped that I wore goggles. Once my feet touched the bottom near shore and I could stand, I held the ring up and asked, "Is this yours, or should I throw it back and find another one?" His response was, "O my God," to which I answered, "You are absolutely right, and here you are."

To this man, finding his ring was a miracle. I hope it affected his life favorably. Undoubtedly he had prayed and God answered. There are just too many variables to think this "just happened."

Learning Not To Make Assumptions

2010-05-13T18:32:00.000-07:00

Walking back to the funeral home after piping at a graveside ceremony, I asked the minister if she knew Jesus Christ personally, expecting an inspiring response. Immediately, she stopped and replied, "Well, I know all the stories, if that's what you mean." Then, she bustled off, not desiring to add another word.

I thought she might have responded by saying something like, "I really do try to walk in His steps every day. He guides me in all my decisions." To my astonishment, she simply walked on, alone.

I realized that she professed to lead congregations in worship of God, and yet, did not know Him. How then, could she tell people about Him so they'd understand? It was like trying to explain the music of jazz without being able to play it. I decided then, that my purpose as a Christian piper, was to tell other pipers how Jesus can be a personal friend, so they too, could live by the ideals He taught and still teaches today. They could exemplify Him. Besides, their music would be much more meaningful, played with their whole heart and soul.

Welcome

2010-05-12T11:23:00.000-07:00

Welcome to my new blog, "Piping With A Purpose".

While writing volumes for the Church Piper Publications, my hope was to reach out to pipers around the world, share my enthusiasm for the Christian faith, and provide them with appropriate music for church related occasions. Because I no longer manage the Church Piper Publications (my publishing business is now managed by Henderson Imports Ltd.), this blog will be the means through which I will continue to share newly arranged bagpipe music, along with my thoughts and insights into the scriptures. I hope that you will come back and visit often.