Our Charis
Family
Dawn
Jones
Stones
of Remembrance
As I picked up a leaf and examined the shades of the upper part of
the foliage, I was astounded by the tones of crimson and deep orange
found on it. I thought to myself, if someone were to ask me to
describe this simple leaf to them, how challenged I would feel to do
it justice. So, when I was asked to share about myself, I thought,
where do I start? Each life is so colored by the hand of God and
surely, mine, is a swirl of colors.
My father was an ambitious, handsome young man in the honor guard in
Arlington, Va. He is a Von Thaer. This name comes from Germany, and
is held by very few, even today. My dear mother, was a beautiful,
highly valued secretary working in Washington D.C. She came from
a very modest home in the mountains of Va. It was during the John F.
Kennedy years, and when my mother married my father that it put her in a
position where the young Kennedy children were allowed to play about
her feet and retrieve candy from her pockets. She describes these
years as bitter sweet and a challenge. The year was 1964 and she was
pregnant with me, her first born. She delivered me at the Walter
Reed Hospital. Mother has many times since, told me of the
frightening experience she had at my birth. Five years later my
sister was born, but in a much different way. My mother had met a
nun, from behind the “iron curtain” who had attended many births.
She coached my mom for many weeks prior to the birth of my sister.
What a difference love, tenderness, prayer and education had made.
Soon after this, my parents divorced, my mother remarried. She fell
into the hands of a wicked man, was divorced and married yet again.
Those years, were years on the anvil for me, and God continued to be
steadfast on my behalf. It is during the valleys, that He grows His
children. Growing pains. The name alone says it all.
My mother, along with my sister and I, moved to Southwest Va. To
live with my grandparents who were both born in 1919. Life there was
interesting and hard, but was full of blessings. Folks coming out of
the depression, as they did, had many unique stories. My grandmother
was a nurse for a country Dr. who, still on occasion did house
calls. My grandfather was a farmer. He had chickens, pigs, and
cattle. The house was old, big, and beautiful. It was heated by oil
and several wood stoves. In the summer, we gardened and canned. In
the winter, the water would sometimes be frozen up for days, and we
would have to carry the water in, from the spring.
I was also within walking distance to my great grandparents house.
Many times I would go there to help with the chores. Butchering
chickens, cutting wood, gardening, and helping with the laundry.
This was done on the back porch, on the old wringer washing machine.
Which, by the way, feels just dreadful when your hand gets caught in
the thing. It feels almost as bad as going into the outhouse, and
being ran out by a black snake or chased by the wasps who had
decided they were going to take up house keeping in it, and saw me
as the intruder. As you can imagine, I was intrigued by my
adventures, as well as the stories I would hear about life in the
mid to late 1800's.... stories that could make your toes curl.
I didn't realize it then, but looking back on it now, I adore
stories. They are to me, “Stones of Remembrance” from generations
past, that shape us, and color our lives. Locked away in the
precious memories of my family members, were vast treasures,
history, that I never wanted to forget.
One of the stories was of a woman named Viney. She was my
grandmothers aunt. She had many little one's, and she had just given
birth unattended. It was in the dead of winter, and there was a
blanket of snow on the ground. This mother walked to the spring
house with a pail, to get milk, and had left a trail of blood from
the spring house and back. As my grandmother shared this, I was in
awe at how brave this woman was, and not only that, but how it
didn't really seem to shock my grandmother at all as she told the
story. As time went on, more stories would unfold.
Another story was of my great aunt Marrietta, while out in the
garden, on a sweltering summer day. A young neighbor child had come
across the fields by herself to relay the message that “the baby's a
come'un!!” Marrietta, laid aside the hoe, and walked back through
the fields. She got there in time to deliver the baby. Not a soul
around, just the children at play and the cows in the field.
I found myself so captivated by some of these stories, I would ask
to be taken to these very places, I wanted to see the fields, I
wanted to see where the little house stood. One of the houses I went
in, was of course now vacant. I found myself standing in the little
bedroom. The window panes were gone, sun light was coming through
the holes in the roof. I just wondered, how many births had there
been in this room, out here in the middle of nowhere... There was
only one fireplace in the whole house, and the spring was a field
away.
Time went on, at age 15, Mr. Jones, asked for my hand in marriage.
We went to high school together. By age 17, mom allowed the marriage
to take place, in my grandmothers pre Civil War house, we were
married. The date was December 24, 1982, the house was decorated and
adorned with evergreen and holly, as was the bouquet that I carried.
This Christmas Eve I will celebrate 25 years of marriage to a
wonderful God fearing man, he has steadfastly stood by my side in
devotion and love, in the best and worst of circumstances . God is
the giver of such good gifts. In 1988, God blessed us with a
beautiful son, of whom we home schooled his entire life. He is now
19, loves God, and is the best son a mother could ever hope for. We
now live just outside of Richmond, Va. on some acreage, where I am
able to keep chickens, garden, and have dairy goats, of which I milk
twice daily.
Why did I join Charis? To be honest, joining Charis last year, just
seemed normal to me, to surround myself with women who are brave,
who are not afraid to give birth and attend births. This is what
draws my heart. Perhaps one day I will be a midwife, but if not, I
am content to assist and attend where needed.
As we go into the holiday season, let us not forget to hold our
little ones near and share stories of the brave people that have
gone before us. Let us also remember that not so long ago, there was
a family that had traveled far, and the woman was with child, and
there was no room in the Inn. So it was, that while they were there,
(in this crowded city), the days were completed for her to be
delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him
in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger.
And Mary said: My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has
rejoiced in God my Savior. For He has regarded the lowly state of
His maidservant; for behold, henceforth all generations will call me
blessed. For He who is mighty has done great things for me, and Holy
is His name... Now there's a Story!!
Shalom to all, Dawn Jones
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Charis Cuisine
Quick Yummy Soups
Quick Fall Minestrone
Ingredients
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 cup chopped onion
2 garlic cloves, minced
6 cups vegetable broth
2 1/2 cups (3/4-inch) cubed peeled butternut squash
2 1/2 cups (3/4-inch) cubed peeled baking potato
1 cup (1-inch) cut green beans (about 1/4 pound)
1/2 cup diced carrot
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1/4 teaspoon salt
4 cups chopped kale
1/2 cup cooked rice noodles
1 (16-ounce) can cannellini beans or other white beans, rinsed and
drained
1/2 cup (2 ounces) grated fresh Parmesan cheese
Preparation
Heat the oil in a large Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add onion
and garlic; sauté 2 1/2 minutes or until tender. Add broth and the
next 7 ingredients (broth through salt); bring to a boil. Reduce
heat, and simmer 3 minutes. Add kale, orzo, and beans; cook 5
minutes or until orzo is done and vegetables are tender. Sprinkle
with cheese.
Yield
8 servings (serving size: 1 1/2 cups soup and 1 tablespoon cheese)
Tomato-Basil Soup
Ingredients
2 teaspoons olive oil
3 garlic cloves, minced
3 cups vegetable broth
3/4 teaspoon salt
3 (14.5-ounce) cans no-salt-added diced tomatoes, undrained
2 cups fresh basil leaves, thinly sliced
Basil leaves (optional)
Preparation
Heat oil in a large saucepan over medium heat. Add garlic; cook 30
seconds, stirring constantly. Stir in the broth, salt, and tomatoes;
bring to a boil. Reduce heat; simmer 20 minutes. Stir in basil.
Place half of the soup in a blender; process until smooth. Pour
pureed soup into a bowl, and repeat procedure with remaining soup.
Garnish with basil leaves, if desired.
Have a good recipe? Share it here!
Kids Korner
Ten Talents
Six weeks ago, while finishing up a
sermon my pastor, pastor Thomas Powell (Calvary Chapel of VA. Beach)
threw out on of those cute, 'Oh by the ways' that only pastors can
do; to the parents of children aged 4-13. It sounded something like
this: " Oh by the way, just so you know if your child is between the
ages of 4 and 13 they are coming home with ten dollars that they
received in Sunday school today" He went on to explain that Bo
Whittington, the Family Ministry Director, thought it would be a
good way to drive home the meaning of the ten talents parable on
good steward ship and its rewards (Lk. 19:11-27). The ten dollars
were theirs to do anything they wanted with- but in 30 days, their
'ten talents' and what they did with them would be counted up. And
any proceeds would be given to an orphanage in Hungary that pastor
Thomas and Assoc. Pastor John Andrews would be visiting on their
missions trip.
30-children-$300-30 days. The churning minds of the children and
their parents were literally visible as they left church that day.
And the deep thinking paid off. By the next Sunday churchgoers were
surrounded by a mob of eager to sell unique hand made items. Who
could resist a button cute four year old selling hand woven book
marks? Or the sisters that spent their ten dollars to buy supplies
to make butterfly magnets? Or how about the three friends that
pooled their 'talents' to buy enough supplies to make 50 pairs of
Gorgeous, hand beaded earrings; only some of the many amazing things
that beautiful and useful and highly sought after. The earrings sold
out in the first week at $2 a pair! Or the dark chocolate covered
pretzels that when a grandmother took to work; she came back with a
dozen orders for more!
For three weeks we the congregation, had the pleasure of being a
part of the children's own 'ten talents' parable. On the Sunday on
the fourth week, the 30th day, we all held our breath when the grand
total $927.00 was announced. Wait a minute, $927.00!!! WOW- that is
a 230% increase!! They children were beaming, and not just because
they had succeeded in being GREAT steward, but because they knew
that every penny would help kids their own age who needed somebody
to care.
Because of the care of our 'talent seekers' and our pastors on their
recent missions trip ( they left for a ten day missions trip to
Hungary the night of the 30th day), the director of the orphanage
has invited anyone in our church who is willing, to come to Hungary
in the fall when we hope to begin construction on a new gym for the
orphanage! I don't think anyone foresaw how big of an impact this
'children's lesson' would have on the rest of the world. Except God.
~Elizabeth Lugmayer
Letters To The Editor
Just wanted to drop a
note to say I thoroughly enjoyed reading the article that was in the
November newsletter about Heather Jones. That is an awesome young
lady and story. I know this because I am her mother and have seen
her bloom and grow through all of the obstacles that have been in
her life. Praise God. (Link
to article)
~Janis Young
The stateside doctor who
helped get little Lawangga's diagnosis is sending a package of
medical supplies for her treatment. She has also been led to support
three of our missionaries on the field and is sending over 5000
multi-vitamins for our use. What a blessing! (Link
to article)
~Elizabeth Carmichael
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