a message to my social media friends

 The following message was posted (by me) on social media a few days ago.  The response was immediate and humbling; so many people telling me about their precious children, and midwives sharing memories of the deep privileges we experienced.  Some replied openly, while others sent personal messages and photos.

It has been a long time since I posted anything to go to all my facebk friends. I often wonder how you are progressing on life's road. I was privileged to be a witness to the early days of many families, and I wonder how they fare now. From time to time a mother contacts me via fb to tell me that they are celebrating a birthday or other special day for one who was born in my care. I know of one of 'my' babies who is now a midwife. (and my eyes have misted up, as I remember that birth, with my friend and mentor - 'my' first waterbirth! I have been privileged beyond my deepest hopes to be trusted in the care of my own grandbabies, both those who were born in hospital, and those born into my hands at home.

 

Christmas is the greatest celebration of a birth that this world has ever seen.

 

So today I am looking back in time and sending this message to anyone who remembers me. Some are midwives, some mothers and fathers, some engaged me for one birth; some came back time and again. Some Christians, some follow other faiths, and some none.

 

Noel and I send loving greetings, with the hope that you will know the blessings of the holy days we celebrate. We also wish you and your families a safe and fulfilling new year. Joy

The year 2023

 Loving greetings from Joy and Noel

Christmas 2023

We send this simple greeting with the hope that all who receive it will know
the blessings of the holy days we celebrate. 

We also wish you and your families a safe and fulfilling new year.

[The family pic below was taken January this year, at Portarlington.]

 

 

 

 

 

The year 2022

 

Loving greetings from Joy and Noel
Christmas 2022

We send this simple greeting with the hope that all who receive it will know the blessings of the holy days we celebrate.

We also wish you and your families a safe and fulfilling new year.

The year 2021

 

The year 2021

This time last year I commented on words such as 'unprecedented', as it applied to the COVID 19 pandemic which continues to seriously affect our world's physical and mental health, and the economy.  This year, the word that has surfaced many times in my mind is 'fatigue'.  During a long, cold winter, with restrictions on movements and activities, and unprecedented efforts by our governments to provide vaccination for all, fatigue has been evident in my little world, as well as the big world out there.  And recent changes to the 'rules' do not provide me with assurance or comfort.  We can only imagine what lies ahead.

By way of contrast, I have been encouraged by a phrase in a Christmas hymn, 'The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices' (from O Holy Night).  I encourage you, dear reader, to ponder the hope we each have in our Saviour Jesus, the message of Christmas, and the hope that our weary world will truly rejoice.

This year, as with last, I do not have a photo of all our children and grand-children.  The group photo was taken earlier this year when we met up for lunch with Paul, Emily, and Poppy, Zachy, and Abigail, and Josh and Anna, Eve and Norah. 

Having spent a lot of time at home without visitors, I have enjoyed working on some of our family's history, gathering and scanning old photographs and putting together a book about my grand parents Tom and Jessie Davidson.  With the help of cousins, some of whom I have not seen since childhood, I have prepared a book and distributed it as a digital file so that family members can print out their own copies.  I hope the younger generations will hold onto and treasure the images and stories from previous generations.

Another project has been to help my sister Marion Andrews with desktop publishing of her story, 'All the way to Bamaga'.  This is the story of Jie Jie (Mandarin Chinese for 'big sister') and 'Little me' and our younger siblings and parents, and our time in far north Queensland.  

Enough of my doings.  Noel has kept himself busy with work  in our local church, Gisborne Pres, and as convenor of the Victorian committee of Australian Presbyterian World Missions.  He also takes the lion's share of caring for the livestock in our little piece of country - ponies, chooks, Bingo the dog, and a recent addition - a hive of bees.  We are thankful for the health and strength that we have. 

This year we are planning simple gatherings for festive meals on Christmas day and Boxing day.  We are very conscious of the threat of the current strains of the covid virus, without being fearful as we know that God works in all things for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose. (Rom 8:28)

We would like to take this opportunity to send loving greetings to you and your family.

Joy and Noel

The year 2020

 

REFLECTING ON THE PAST YEAR

The year 2020 has brought unexpected and often undesired changes into our lives.  The word ‘unprecedented’ has taken on new meaning not just in our family, but in our world.  In response to the COVID 19 pandemic, we have experienced restrictions to freedoms that, previously, had been taken for granted.  Our freedom of movement was curtailed when ’stay at home’ orders appeared.  Our practice of weekly attendance at Church has been blocked for many months, and substituted with electronic broadcasts.  We have returned to Church, with masks and a sign-in ‘QR Code’ and other restrictions as reminders of the ongoing threat. Our freedom to visit our families in the greater Melbourne area was denied during the months of ’lockdown’, with a ’ring of steel’  that could not be traversed either way without a suitable permit.   Our children’s access to education has been disrupted, and replaced, with varying degrees of acceptability, by Zoom sessions and supervision of home learning by (mainly) mothers.   At the same time mothers and fathers have also been working from home. 

This year there is no ‘all-of-the-family’ photo.  We have not been together at the same time.  We are thankful for the small gatherings that we have been able to enjoy. 

We (Noel&Joy/Dad&Mum/Grandpa&Granny) continue to enjoy our ’lifestyle’, with chookies, ponies, and Bingo to look after; grass to mow; fruit trees and garden to water and tend.   We love the opportunities that we have to care for our precious grandchildren, and each day we pray that God will protect, guide, and strengthen each family. 

[picture:  our new grand daughter, Abigail.]

 

December 2019

Hello, dear reader!

The time has come for our customary summing up of the year that has passed, and a few thoughts about hope for the coming year, 2020.  The overwhelming sentiment that we would like to keep in the forefront of our minds is that of thankfulness, for God’s goodness to us as a family, and to Noel and me as a couple.  We spend our days in this beautiful place, and are surrounded by the diverse beauty of creation.  This year I want to share a story with you, rather than a report on what we have done.  After all, the year has passed so quickly ...!

A few days ago our 5-year old Isaac came to our home with his family.  He asked me if he could play the piano, and of course I said yes.  He headed off, but in a moment he ran back, saying to Mizz, “Mummy, Mummy, look!  It’s  THE STORY!” 

Isaac, with a look of awe on his beautiful face, showed his mother the knitted manger scene, which Emily’s mum Pat had made for us last year. 

Isaac’s kindergarten group had listened to THE STORY on the previous day at class.  The simple figures: Mary with the babe at her breast, Joseph, the shepherds, the wise men, and assorted animals: Isaac recognised THE STORY, and responded with childish faith and love.

The Gospel of John begins with “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (1:1)  John goes on to tell us that “The Word became flesh and lived for a while among us.” (1:14)  THE STORY that Isaac saw and responded to in that special moment was the Word, that John wrote about; God who came and lived for a while among us.

Having written this brief note I went to the website http://joyandnoelannual.blogspot.com/ where I keep our annual letter.  This time last year I pondered with sadness the fact that our Lord Jesus was missing from kindergarten songs and stories and Christmas celebrations.  The trend away from matters of faith in public life is continuing.  What a joy it is to know that some in our community are happy to tell THE STORY to the children.

With love, Joy and Noel

Christmas greetings 2018

December 2018 

Loving greetings as we celebrate the birth of our Lord, and look forward to the coming year.

Looking back on the year that is (almost) gone, I am happy to report that Noel and I continue to enjoy the fresh air and beauty of God’s creation.  The fruit on various trees, especially apricot, apple, peach, pear, and quince, as well as delicious berries, is looking good.  We use nets to keep cockatoos, corellas, and parrots out of the trees.  Gardens, Bonsai pots, cutting grass, and looking after the animals keep us exercising in a way that should be beneficial for people of our age.

We are blessed with time to spend with grand-children and their parents, as well as other community and church activities.  Noel has continued his volunteer work with Australian Presbyterian World Missions.  I have joined a consumer advisory committee of the Kyneton Health Service.  I have learnt that Kyneton hospital is the second oldest hospital in Victoria, recently having its 165th Annual General Meeting.

In early October, Emily and Paul and big sister Poppy welcomed Zachariah Benjamin.  It is a joy to see him grow in a loving family.  Josh and Anna and their girls Eve and Norah (pictured above) have recently returned from their 11 months of travel around the world.  The grand-children delight us constantly with their learning, drawings, sporting success, and thoughtfulness.  It is wonderful to have a 4-year old run up to us, hug us and tell us how much he loves us.  Similarly, when an 8-year old declares “This place just gets better and better” ...!  If only we could bottle these moments! 

With love and our best wishes, Joy and Noel

ps
I am privileged to take a small part in the lives of our grand-children.  I find myself wondering what the world will be like for them.

This world is changing in ways that I could not have imagined 20 or 30 years ago, when our children were young.  Yes, societies change with time.  We don't need, nor do we want, to stay stagnant.

I am pondering the way we are passing on the knowledge of Christmas to our little ones. 

The kindergarten class presented their selection of songs to parents, grandparents, and others.  Beautiful children, who were dressed up in green, red, and white that is seen at this time of year.  Plastic reindeer antlers, fake fur trim on pointed hats, little bells to shake, and a bit of bling here and there.  One little girl slipped in as an angel.

They sang some very nice songs about gum trees and our animals - koalas, platypus, kangaroos ... .  They did the actions - more or less together. Then they sang the special songs.  Jingle Bells, Santa Claus is coming to town, and something else, which also totally avoided the mention of God's gift to our world, baby Jesus, or any other point of significance from the Christmas story.

In an attempt to cause no offense to anyone, kindergartens and schools and municipal councils have wiped anything that might have religious significance from their song lists.  The result is that we are celebrating the Northern hemisphere's winter in our summer, with meaningless songs and customs.

A child who has never seen a horse-drawn sleigh, or more than a dusting of snow on Mount Macedon, is singing about what fun it is to ride and sing.  They have no idea of the bright, magical wonderland that appears when fresh snow blankets everything in sight; of the exquisite quietness as a sleigh is drawn across the landscape.

A child who is five years old has probably worked out some of the facts and fallacies about Christmas gifts.  So when they sing that Santa Claus knows who's been "naughty or nice" - it makes no sense.  Christmas is bundled into the fairy stories, along with the tooth fairy and easter bunny.


But this is not new.  We Australians have sung the songs of winter festivities, and joined in the Santa game for as long as I can remember.  The thing that is different today from, say, 50 years ago, is the exclusion of the Christian story.  Christ has been taken out of Christmas.

That's not all.  While Christian celebrations are becoming increasingly rare in the public square, our little ones are encouraged to dress up as grotesque witches and ghouls, and join in parties that celebrate the pagan festival if Halloween.  Do they not notice that that's a religious celebration?

Children grow up, and they often challenge what has been presented as the norms of their society.  My hope is that the children of today will develop clear critical minds that question the customs that make no sense.  My hope is that the children of today will have minds that are open to truth and goodness.

Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life."