Farewell Friesen and Friesen

Dallas & Leanne Friesen
Dallas & Leanne Friesen

A couple of years ago my husband Dallas and I decided we would start a blog.  We were both pastors of our church at the time and it seemed like a good avenue to connect to our congregation, especially in a busy culture when people often have to miss our gatherings on Sundays. But one thing held us back.

What would we NAME this thing?

There are so many blogs with clever or insightful or meaningful names.  We couldn’t come up with anything.  Finally we decided to keep it simple: The Friesen Blog. friesenandfriesen.com.  Straight and to the point. And kind of cute, since we’d be writing as a married couple.

Since that time two years ago, a few unanticipated things happened.  The first was that the blog was read by more people than we ever imagined. We really did think it would be a blog for Mount Hamilton Baptist Church, with maybe a few others here and there.  After a few months, we were delighted that lots of our other friends, and friends of friends, were reading as well.  The second, for me, was the discovery that I loved blogging!  Pretty soon I was writing a lot more than just follow-up from Sunday sermons.  I wrote about my grief after losing someone I loved. I wrote about things I was learning as a parent.  I wrote about the things that were on my mind that mattered to me, or that I thought would make people smile.  This also meant that I was doing most of the writing (although for those of you who know us, the fact that I would have more to say than Dallas should come as no surprise).     

After a while, people started calling friesenandfriesen “Leanne’s blog.”  Dallas didn’t mind.  Instead, he kept encouraging me to write more.  And share more.  And to get a twitter account already so I could tweet my posts!

But it was still nice to be known as “friesenandfriesen.”  Our unique mix of marriage and ministry was a lot of what made us “us.” And I did still get Dallas’ feedback before I posted almost anything, so that still made it our blog…right?

This summer when Dallas was called to a new position with our denomination, the question came up a couple of times: so what are you going to call your blog now?  

This was a question I was not ready for.  

For a few months, I stuck with the old title. It was safe and comfortable there.  I liked the cover picture.   People who followed it were used to the old name….and of course, what would I name this thing??

After a few months, I did make some updates.  I toyed with a new title, and I even taught myself how to update the formatting of the page.  But the domain name was still “friesenandfriesen.com.”  There was still a little trace of the original plan left.

Then a couple of months ago I got an email reminding me that the domain name would soon run out.  Friesenandfriesen was officially coming to an end (unless I wanted to pay some more cash to keep it).  Paying money for a name that no longer applied didn’t make much sense, but what SHOULD I call it?  Dallas helped solve the problem.  For my birthday Dallas bought me (what I thought) was a very romantic present.  My own domain name: leannefriesen.com

Why was this present romantic?  To me it said a few things:

  • I believe in you.
  • Your voice matters.
  • You can do this without me.

It’s that last one that I have doubted a lot over the past number of months.  When Dallas first left, I confess, I relished the challenge of proving I could do this on my own.  

This has not been the experience I have had.

Instead, there have been many days and weeks where I felt as inadequate as I have ever felt in years of ministry.  I have been humbled, sometimes frustratingly so, by my own limitations. I have been more emotionally exhausted than I thought possible.  leannefriesen.com started to seem like a pretty bad idea.  Afterall, if I’m barely managing to keep my head above water as a pastor and a parent why would anyone want to read what I have to say?  And also, when do I even have time to write this thing?

What I have had to learn over these past number of months as the days of friesenandfriesen drew to a close is a simple, but painful truth: I CAN’T do this on my own.  But it’s not because I need Dallas.  It’s because I need God.

I cannot say it better than Douglas Coupland does in his book “Life After God,” when at the end, his character confesses to his readers:

Now, here is my secret…My secret is that I need God — that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love.  

I guess for me it’s not much of a secret, but these words are very true.  I have only been friesenandfriesen for a short while, but I have always been God’s.  And I have always, and will always, need God.

So now I am leannefriesen.com, which is more than okay.

Because I am not doing it on my own at all.

I hope you will keep reading at leannefriesen.com!

And share if you’d like your friends to read!

On Patience

(This picture is a reenactment of my hands and are not at all my real hands. As shown by the fact that they are normal adult size, unlike mine which are not).

It is actually a little off-putting to me how often the Bible tells us to wait.  “Waiting” upon the Lord is an invitation to trust God and God’s timing, but in my experience this is almost never easy to do.  I am not the first person to struggle with this.

This past week, I preached about Saul, the first king of Israel.  God chose Saul to be king, even though Saul was pretty hesitant about it. Even after he’d been anointed, he hid when it was time to be presented to everyone, and when he eventually did come out people still grumbled that he was the wrong guy.  Eventually, though, things went his way. He saved a bunch of his people from having an eye gouged out by an invading army, which is a great way to win friends and influence people.  Then everyone decided he was the bee’s knees after all, and threw him a big party.   

It would be really nice if I could say things were all uphill from here, but , regrettably, this is not the case. Sadly, Saul goes on to lose his Kingdom, and one of the first blows to his throne comes from his inability to wait.  

The story is told in 1 Samuel 13.  It says that the Philistines (Israel’s enemies) have “assembled to fight Israel, with 3000 chariots, 6000 charioteers, and soldiers as numerous as the sand on the seashore.” Saul’s army is pretty much freaking out.  A bunch of them have already left.  Lots of them are hiding (“in caves and thickets, among the rocks, and in pits and cisterns”).  The rest of them are with Saul at Gilgal, “quaking with fear.”  Knowing that the Philistines could attack any second, Saul has been waiting for Samuel – the prophet and priest – to come and offer sacrifices in order to ensure God’s presence with them.  It says he had waited seven days, as Samuel had told him to do, but Samuel has not come and the already terrified men are beginning to scatter.   

Can’t you almost feel Saul’s frustration?  His army is dwindling before his eyes, even as the Philistines are getting stronger.  He decides that he cannot wait one minute longer, and, although God’s laws absolutely forbid him to do it, HE makes the sacrifice.  Confession: I cannot say I blame him one little bit.

I often feel like Saul probably did.  I come to a situation where I feel urgency in my heart, a sense that I have to do something before things all fall apart. It’s not that I don’t trust God is looking out for me, except that I kind of don’t.  This is well illustrated by how I deal with something seemingly minor – answering emails.

I sometimes get emails (or facebook messages, etc.) that make me feel anxious. Perhaps the email expresses frustration with something happening at the church. Or it asks a question I’m not sure how to answer. Or it presents a scenario difficult to address. Of course most emails I get do not make me anxious, but once in a while it happens.  The interesting thing is that I’ve discovered that the greater the anxiety that an email causes me the faster I want to reply.  Why? It’s because I want to immediately fix it.  I want to make it better.  Something happens in my head that (falsely) tells me that if I just reply RIGHT NOW then it will be “dealt with” and my anxiety will subside.

It never works this way.

Instead, time and again, my quick reply only causes me more anxiety, as I then have to wait for a follow-up reply, or (most often) as some time passes and I think about what I SHOULD have said if I had just waited a little bit longer, when I was calmer, when I had taken time to pray, when I wasn’t driven by worry, but instead by God.  I almost always regret the email sent in urgency. 

It probably sounds silly, but I think that, for me, my challenge to wait on God is lived out more often in waiting to answer an email than in almost anything else.  Yes, this is embarrassing to admit.  Of course, I have waited on God for far more serious things – healing for loved ones, peace in uncertainty, answers to big questions. Yet, I can now see that the image of myself anxiously typing a reactionary email at my computer is not so different than the image of Saul standing over an altar making a sacrifice he shouldn’t make.  Both of us are failing to wait, to trust, to give God time to give us wisdom and peace.

For Saul, the consequences of his impatience are dire. As soon as Saul makes the sacrifice Samuel shows up and is grieved to hear what he has done.  Saul tries to explain it – he felt he had to.  He couldn’t wait anymore.  He needed to do something.  It is, however, too late.  His impatience has been his downfall.  Samuel tells him that because of what he has done his dynasty will not continue.  

The sad news is, Saul’s struggle is alive and well all around us.  We are an impatient people, and it hurts us over and over. Consider this:  How many difficult things do you know that could have been avoided if someone had just WAITED a couple of hours to calm down before posting a Facebook post?

I believe I have made my point.  

It may be that right now you are in a Saul-over-the-altar season.  You are waiting, and you want to be patient, but you can’t figure out where God is and you feel like  it’s time to do something.   Saul’s story again is a great reminder.  Saul thought he had to do something because he didn’t believe Samuel was coming. But you know where Samuel was when Saul made the sacrifice that lost him his legacy?  

Right around the corner.  

God hadn’t forgotten Saul.  God was working. Saul’s deliverance was on the way, literally about to walk up the road.

Do with this what you will.  

For me, it reminds me to choose patience.  And it reminds me that I can practice patience by doing something as simple as closing my computer screen after I receive a challenging email. I am still learning, but the great news is I know I will get lots more chances to practice. * 

May you too find ways to practice patience, and in so doing discover that God is not so far down the road after all.

(*Please do not send me fake angry emails to test me in this.  Real angry emails still accepted, but may not be answered immediately because see above). 

On “Adulting”

I have a confession:  I am completely and totally 100% okay with being called “ma’am.”

I believe I may be in the minority with this.

Today I turn 38 years old and once again I find the number before me a little shocking.  I remember when other people were 38 and they were definitely a lot older than I am now…right?

It’s ironic that my age surprises me because at the same time the idea of being a grown-up, and being treated like one, does not bother me at all.  I see and hear lots of comments these days about the perils and frustrations of having to “adult.”  I don’t know when “adult” became a verb, but I have to say I find it pretty funny – even though I disagree with the struggles usually applied with the term.

I see twenty-somethings discussing and sharing that “adulting” has caught them by surprise, that is harder and more difficult than they thought.  I see my peers sharing their regret that they have to “adult.” I see the general idea that returning to …childing?  or teenager-ing?  or adolescent-ing?  would be better or easier.

Friends, maybe it’s just me or the fact that I recently read through my teenage diaries in order to participate in “Grown-ups Read Things They Wrote as Kids,” but I will take adult-ing over the alternative EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK.  

Adulting is fantastic!!

Let me give you an example.

When I was 24 I went to buy my first car on my own. A friend came with me, also 24.  We went to dealership after dealership where we were ignored.  We would have to ASK for help every time and even then they sometimes ignored us.  And we let them!!  They were the “adults” in our mind, and buying a car was “adulting” stuff.

A few months ago when I went to buy a car, no one treated me like that anymore.  People came to talk to me.  When I had questions, they answered them.  And yes, they called me “ma’am.”  As they should!   I’m here to buy a freakin’ car for goodness sake!!!  Ma’am away!!

Let me give you another example. It is called “swimsuits.”

When I was  a teenager I laboured over what swimsuits to wear.  I wanted to be in style. I wanted to look good. I was so self-conscious in my own skin.

Now, with joy, I put on my swimsuit that cuts to the upper thigh and also has ruching in all the right places.  As a teenager, I would never have worn it because it wasn’t cool enough. I would have instead walked around awkwardly in a swimsuit that made me uncomfortable. Or worn a t-shirt over it.  Now, I go to the beach and see so many girls walking around self-consciously. Not me!!  I’ve got my lovable one piece and I don’t care if anyone looks at me funny.  Because I’m adulting.  And also no one is looking at me anyway (please note: they were never looking at me before either…something else that adulting teaches you).

Adulting is awesome!

With adulting comes confidence.  With adulting comes letting go of the belief you can be everything to everyone and being comfortable being exactly what you are when you need to be.  With adulting comes liking yourself.  With adulting comes responsibility, but along with that comes a sense of purpose and direction in your life.  

I loved a lot about my teenage and younger years.  There are things that I do miss about them.  But I am so happy to wake up each day and get to “adult.”  I get to come to work where God has called me.  I get to wake up with the man I married (marriage is another awesome example of an adult thing). I get to be a mom.  I get to decide what I want for dinner and when I go to bed.  

And sometimes I get to be called “Ma’am” by someone younger than me and I’m just fine with that.

This is what I think:  when they say Ma’am they say it is because they realize they are talking to an adult.  They don’t see me as their peer.  They see me as something different – because I am. I am not what I was then.  I have grown and I have grown-up –  things I hoped for back when I worried where life could ever take me.

If you’re younger and stepping into the adult world, don’t be afraid. Don’t fear adulting.  Don’t run from it.  Don’t dismiss it and don’t avoid it.

And if you’re adulting your way along, give yourself a high five!  Look at you!!  You are doing this thing!!!  I know it’s not always perfect, but aren’t you so happy that you no longer read “Sweet Valley High” books and wonder if everyone is having more fun than you? …(And can I just say: aren’t we all glad Facebook didn’t exist when we were growing up? *pauses for heartfelt Amens from all the adults who know exactly what I’m saying here…*).

Three cheers for adulting!
Today if I’m asked, “How old are you, Ma’am?” my answer is a simple one:   “38! …And it’s wonderful!”

Feeling great at 38 (*Full confession: this photo was taken when I was 37 years and 11 months old. Photo cred to Willow Tree Photography).

What I Read in 2015 and Think You Should Read, Too *

*(Well, you know, if you want to…)

Some of you may remember that in 2014 my goal was to keep track of what books I read.  I continued this practice in 2015 and as I get to the end of this year I’d like to share again some of my recommendations.  

As I look over the list of 43 books I have read so far this year, I am reminded again that I like to a read a pretty big range of genres and authors.  I read academic and theology books as I prepare sermons and for my own growth as a Pastor and Christian.  I read historical books, about everything from the Extinction of the Beothuk people of Newfoundland (“Last of the Beothuks,” by Barbara Whitby) to the early attempts at settlement of the upper West Coast of the United States (“Astoria,” by Peter Stark) to the parallel stories of the Chicago World’s Fair and a notorious serial killer (“Devil in the White City,” by Erik Larson – which I highly recommend).

I read memoirs.  This year they ranged from the comedic reflections of Mindy Kaling (“Is Everybody Hanging Out Without Me?”) to the painful memories of a man who survived sexual abuse (“Pee-Shy,” by Frank Spinelli).   I read children’s books with and without my children (Roald Dahl was a favourite in my house this year, and I have to say that I loved his childhood memoirs in “Boy” as much as I loved “The BFG.”).   In 2015 I once again enjoyed being in a book club and we have read everything from classics such as “Sense and Sensibility” (which I did not love) to teen science fiction like “Ender’s Game” (which I surprisingly DID love!).  I am also thankful to have been introduced through them to Kurt Vonnegaut – my favourite newly discovered author of 2015.

Sometimes there is just not enough life for all the books that you want to read, and definitely not enough life to waste time reading books that you don’t love.  That’s why I wanted to write this post for my fellow readers who, like me, want to get the most out of their valuable reading time.

Here are a few highlights:

The Memoirs That Mattered

Pee- Shy (Frank Spinelli)

This memoir was written by a man who was sexually abused by his scout master.  When I first looked at it in the library I immediately put it back.  These types of stories are very hard to read, and I didn’t know if I could do it.  Then I remembered something that a man who had survived sexual abuse once told me – about how there is so much shame in sharing his story because no one wants to hear it.  I felt like this man deserved to have his story read.  It was, indeed, difficult to read, but I’m glad I read it.  It really helped me understand the way shame and blame can work in these types of stories, and ultimately it was a story of victory and hope. I think this is a very valuable book for pastors to read – you are bound to have someone in your church who has a story too much like this one, and Spinelli will give you fresh insight into their story.

Torn (Justin Lee)

Although this book came out a couple of years ago I did not get to reading it until this year.  This book is a memoir by a man who was a self-described “Evangelical Poster Boy” who wrestled through his youth and young adulthood to understand his homosexuality.  It is an easy to read book that honestly addresses his questions, struggles, pain and hope.  If you are a Christian trying to understand this very “hot” topic in the Church today, I think this is a book we should all read to understand the real journey of someone living into it every day.

The Book That Blew My Mind

Jesus and the Jewish Roots of the Eucharist (Brad Pitre)

I preached a series this year about Passover and its connections to the Last Supper. I did a little research about recommended books and ended up ordering this one.  I was so glad I did!  Pitre works through historical and theological understandings of the passover and their connections to the Last Supper so beautifully that there were times that I literally gasped as I was reading. Pitre is a Catholic scholar, so our theologies of communion are different; however, this did not take away from the book for me at all. After a seminary degree and ten  years in ministry, it’s a real treat when a book comes along that blows your mind, and your heart.  This one did it for me.


The Book I Wish I’d Realized Was On My Shelf Sooner

The Inward Journey (Gene Edwards)

Sometimes I discover books that I didn’t realize I owned. This year as I was organizing my bookshelf I came across this one, and decided to read it because I loved another book by this author.  What a great treat! Edwards writes like a playwright or even a novelist than a theologian, and does so intentionally.  This book is about a fictional new Christian struggling to understand the role of pain in the Christian life. The book is divided into several sections – one is a vision that “Christian” (yes, that is his name in the book) has; another is in the form of letters written by a recently deceased uncle.  This book is a simply beautiful reflection on suffering, and while I don’t agree with every theological conclusion on which he lands, it went deep into my heart and for that I am thankful.

The Book I Turned Into a Sermon Series

Life Together in Christ: Experiencing Transformation in Community (Ruth Haley Barton)

I think it’s a good sign when a book is useful enough that you find you can use it for your entire fall sermon series to discuss discipleship.  Ruth Haley Barton uses the story of the Road to Emmaus as a model for the way transformation can happen in community.  She addresses the value of things such as listening to each other, learning to name our lost hopes, and walking together. This book would be an excellent book for small groups to study together, which is one of its purposes.

The Book by My Favourite Local Author

“The Boys” or “Waiting for the Electrician’s Daughter”   (John Terpstra)

You are going to start thinking I only read depressing things.  This book is Terpstra’s telling of the story of his wife’s family.  His wife had three brothers who each died of the same heredity illness within several months of each other as young men.  John and his wife lived with her family during the final months of their lives, and John poignantly describes their lives in a way that sparks hope in the midst of what some would think of as unthinkable tragedy.  Every page is full of grace and full of God. Honestly, this is one of the most beautiful books I have ever read in my entire life. I have met John a few times, and I ended up writing him a big gushy message over email like a smitten fan.  Which I am.    

The Novels that I Gave a 9 out of 10

After I read a book and put it in my book journal, I also give it a number out of 10.  If you are looking for a great novel, here are the ones that scored 9 or higher for me this year. As I get most of my books used or from the library few of these are new books.  I suggest getting them at the library like I did!

Out Stealing Horses (Per Peterson)

As a grown man, Trond has returned to the lake where he and his father spent a summer when he was 14 years old.  He explores what happened during that time when there was war, loss, and ultimately the end of his relationship with his father.  It was very powerful – haunting.

The Remains of the Day (Kazuo Ishiguro)

A traditional English butler reflects back on his life as he is nearing his career’s end, and tries to piece together the value of the career to which he gave everything. It is SO GOOD.  They made it into a movie! Yes, the one with Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson.

All the Light We Cannot See (Anthony Doerr)

Oh my, this book!!  It is hard to put down and it is goes very deep into the feels.  This one actually is new this year, and it’s getting rave reviews. It tells the parallel stories of two young people before and during the Second World War, and how their worlds ultimately intersect.  The first is a brilliant orphan in Germany who turns out to have a gift for technology, and the second is a blind girl from France who ends up having to stay with her Uncle during the war’s duration, and becoming a part of the resistance.   

One final disclaimer…  

If I have learned anything from being in a book club it is that favourite books are definitely subjective. If you read any of my recommends and feel I poorly used your valuable reading time I apologize in advance.  (However, my gut tells me that I will end up saying “You’re welcome,” more than I will have to say “I’m sorry” for these great books by amazing authors!).
Happy reading!

“Do I Have to Ax the Elf??” and Other Thoughts on Teaching Children the Meaning of Christmas

As a Pastor and a mother, I am often asked about Christmas and what we do as a family.  This will be my ninth Christmas as a mother, and during this time we have developed a number of traditions and practices to help our children remember what Christmas is really all about.  I hope sharing them may be helpful to you.

Nativity Scenes

This one may sound obvious, but having a nativity set in your house is a great learning opportunity.  When our son was two, we purchased the Little People’s nativity set.  I can’t recommend these enough if you have young children.  It is great for children to be able to play and interact with the story.  The first couple of years we had it, he and I would often “play nativity.”  I’d say the story and let him put the pieces in.  By age 3, he could say the story of Jesus’ birth himself as he placed the characters in place.

nativity scene


One of my favourite things is how my daughter has started setting up nativity scenes.  Instead of arranging them like a display, she turns all the characters towards Jesus.  I think she’s got it right!  Kids can often teach us as much as we teach them.


Advent is the season leading up to Christmas when we remember the waiting of those who waited for Jesus, and acknowledge our own longing for Christ to return. Almost everyone I know has an Advent Calendar – most often, the little ones you can buy with chocolate inside each day leading up to Christmas.  We have a reusable advent calendar (see below) that I fill with treats each year, and each night we “do advent” together.

advent callendar


 After supper, we read from an advent devotional book for kids (I will happily email anyone who would like a copy of this devotional).  Then we sing “O Come All Ye Faithful” or “Away in a Manger” – a carol about Jesus that the children know.  After this, they have their candy.  Our children love doing this and have been asking for days when we can start “doing advent.”

Birthday Cake for Jesus

On Christmas Eve, we make a cake together to celebrate Jesus birthday.  We sing Happy Birthday to Jesus and eat the cake.  This is a simple way to remind children why we celebrate Christmas.

Christmas Books

I am a real sucker for children’s books, and especially Christmas children’s books. One thing that is important to me is to have lots of books about the Christmas story.  These are easy to find (summer yard sales are usually stocked with Christmas books!) and a great chance for children to hear the story often.

christmas books

I read an idea that we started last year.  I wrap up 24 of our Christmas books and they open one each day of advent for us to read together.  By making sure many of these books tell the Biblical Christmas story, we get lots of chances to tell the story again and again.

Focus All Traditions on Jesus

If you are a Christian parent, you may wrestle with what or how to integrate the many “other” traditions of Christmas that might seem to distract from its meaning.  Santa Claus and Elf on the Shelf are good examples of this struggle.  However, I believe we can enjoy traditions like these in ways that allow us to still focus on Jesus.

I am not going to get into the question of whether or not Christians should receive gifts from Santa.  I know Christians who choose not to use Santa with their kids, and it does not make Christmas any less special.  I grew up with lots of Santa and it did not destroy my faith when I found out he wasn’t real.  Zero judgement on either side here!  However, if you choose to make Santa part of your Christmas tradition, you can still make it about Jesus. We have taught our children about Saint Nicholas and where “Santa” came from.  We talk about how Saint Nicholas gave because he loved God.  It is not about whether they or good or bad (I really shouldn’t get started on this, except to say that it astounds me how people will talk about Santa in a way that they will later use as a reason they don’t like God, ie.  “I could never follow a God that judges people for how they live! But Santa?  I’m totally cool with teaching my kids that he only gives gifts to those who are “good” and not to those who are “bad.”  I don’t talk about God, or his followers – including Saint Nicholas – this way).   As an aside, we decided early on that we would not consciously lie in regards to Santa.  If our kids ask us a question such as “How Does he fit down a chimney?” we respond with: “That’s a great question. What do you think?”  On Christmas morning, there is one gift with a child’s name on it and no label of who it is from.  The kids draw their own conclusions! 

We also have an “Elf on the Shelf.”  Again, we personally never talk about the Elf as spying on them to make sure they are good (see above!).  We just have fun moving the Elf around. However, one of my favourite ways to arrange the elf a couple times during the season is to have her (ours is a girl) kneeling before Jesus in the nativity scene.  Again, this turns the focus back on Jesus.    


Like many at Christmas, we look for ways to help others.  We like to give through our denomination’s gift catalogue  (Share the link? Don’t mind if I do!https://secure2.convio.net/cbmin/site/SPageServer/?pagename=Gift_Catalogue_Home.html%E2%80%8E)  to help send children to school or provide goats or chickens for families.  We like to give food to our Christmas hampers in church.  We try to let our kids both see us doing these things and find ways for them to participate. If you give to others at Christmas, talk to your kids about it.  Integrate them in the giving.  Let them help pick the gift from the catalogue.  Take them shopping when you buy the food for hampers.  Let them see you put money in the “kettle” for the Salvation Army.  What they see you doing models to them what is important.

I’m not saying that we have it all figured out, but these are just a few ideas as the season starts.  I would love to hear yours – please feel free to share in comments other ideas about ways to help children remember the story of Christmas.


On Behalf of the Grieving at Christmas


I love this time of year – when the Christmas season is truly upon us.  When the lights start going up, and the Christmas music is on the radio and the Festive Special is back at Swiss Chalet.  I love Christmas!

Yet, as the season comes, I cannot help but think of those for whom it is painful.  I think of those who are facing that first Christmas without their loved ones, and my heart goes out to them.  I remember what that first Christmas was like for me, after my sister died.  I remember that everything that once made me happy at Christmas now made me sad.  I remember that the things I looked forward to were suddenly things that I dreaded.  

At the time, I didn’t have words to tell people what I was going through.  Today, two years later, I feel I can put words to what Leanne needed to say back then.  I couldn’t say it for myself then, so I hope I can say it for others now.

If you are grieving this Christmas, I write these words for you. Share them if you wish.  Or read them and know that someone understands, and that, in time, you will find your words as well.

And so, on behalf of the grieving at Christmas, I write:

Dear Friend,

I need to tell you that this Christmas feels different for me. Even though it may have been a while since my loved one died, facing Christmas without them is a new hurdle for me.  Facing Christmas feels scary because I don’t know what it’s going to be like.  I am afraid of all of the emotions that are going to come.  I am afraid of ruining things for others.  I’m afraid I won’t get through it.

I know that you care about me and want to help me.  First of all, know that there is nothing you can do to make this all better.  This season is hard because I am grieving and grief takes time.  But there are ways you can support me through this, and most of them are very simple.  Here is what I ask of you:

Be patient with me

I will not always be myself. I don’t know when it will happen. A song may come on the radio and you may notice that I have “checked out” as I step back into my memories.  I may see an ornament and it will make me cry.  I may see you with your mother, or sister, or father, or child, and that may be painful for me.  Give me time and patience.  I know I won’t be as fun this Christmas.  I hope you can understand.

Don’t Be Offended

Don’t be offended if I say “no” to things.  I may be ready to go to your party and then feel like I’m just not up for it. It’s not about you – at that moment a happy party is too much of a reminder of my sadness.  I may suddenly step out of a room because I need a minute to myself. I may need to leave places early.  Please don’t take these things personally.

Be Sensitive to Me

Be aware of what I’m going through.  Please don’t send me a Christmas card with a quick message at the end saying “Hope you have an amazing Christmas!” I probably won’t.  Please don’t talk to me about all my Christmas plans without acknowledging that I may be having a hard time. Be sensitive that this Christmas is not “just another Christmas” to me. It’s different.

Remember Me

You don’t have to bring it up all the time, but it will mean a lot to me when you acknowledge my loss. It doesn’t have to be a lot.  You can send me a note reminding me that you remember.  You can tell me when you see me that you are thinking of me and realize that this Christmas might be hard.  Pray for me.       

Don’t Give Up On Me

I know it’s not always easy being my friend right now.  I know living with my pain can be challenging.  At Christmas, it may seem easier to avoid me in my grief.  Please don’t.  I am doing my best, and even though I won’t always be the life of the party, I still need reminders of life, and hope, and love. Keep inviting me to things. Include me. Maybe I won’t feel up to it, but maybe it will be what I need most.  

Someday I will  figure out what it means to have a “merry” Christmas without my loved one, but this Christmas I don’t know it yet.  This Christmas I am grieving, and that is okay.  This Christmas I need some space for my grief.   

Thank-you for reading, because even reading this message shows that you care.   


Your Friend Who is Grieving This Christmas

(For more thoughts on grieving or struggling at Christmas, you can read two of my blog posts from one year ago: “The Second Christmas After ”


“The Trouble With Christmas Joy”http://friesenandfriesen.com/2014/12/18/the-trouble-with-christmas-joy/).

On Not Letting Fear Change My Mind

I am going somewhere with this.

Every few months our church hosts a “Welcome Lunch” for people new to our community. It is held on a Sunday after church at my house.  These lunches are usually very full, with the team of hosts and 15-20 newcomers each time we meet.  

This fall we selected a welcome lunch date for early October and as the date neared I grew concerned that we would not have anyone able to attend.  It seemed that every person new to our church in recent months was unavailable on the particular date we had chosen.  As we got to the Saturday night, and I was thawing a giant 20 pound turkey and taking out the big crock pot for the meatballs, I despaired that there would be no one to attend the next day.  I wondered if we should cancel, but I decided to pray instead.  

“God,” I asked.  “We have prepared a ton of food and we are ready.  You know who needs to be here tomorrow, so I leave it with you.”  

Interestingly enough, that particular Sunday my sermon was about the importance of welcoming strangers into our lives.  We were studying a story together about a time that two men (followers of Jesus) were walking down a road shortly after Jesus’ death when a man they did not recognize begins to walk with them.  They walk together, they talk, and eventually the two men invite the stranger to their house for food.  While they are eating, they realize that the person who has been walking with them the whole time is Jesus Himself!  They are overjoyed to discover He is alive.  In the sermon, I talked about how they never would have known they were walking with Jesus if they had not shown kindness to who they thought was a stranger. I talked about the reasons that we are sometimes hesitant to welcome strangers. Sometimes we are too busy, sometimes we are too self-righteous, and sometimes we are just plain afraid. I talked about how these were not good enough reasons.

Here’s a fun question:  What happens when you pray and ask God to send you WHOEVER NEEDS TO BE AT YOUR HOUSE the same week you prepare a sermon about not being afraid to welcome strangers?  

This is what happened to me.

A couple of weeks before this, a man who lives in a group home near our church began attending.   I was happy when I saw him show up that morning: “Yay!” I thought “That makes at least one!”  But then I saw something else. On this particular Sunday, he had invited THREE FRIENDS.  They were somewhat –  shall we say – rough around the edges. This did not bother me, or anyone in the church for that matter. Yet, while I was not afraid of these men, that day I was afraid of inviting them to lunch. The group home where I assumed they lived is very near my house – within walking distance – and I was afraid of letting these totally strange men know where I live.  I was afraid that they would start popping up at awkward times, asking for food, or for money.  

Full confession. I thought to myself “Maybe I won’t announce the lunch from the front….” I mean, I had said I was open and anyone could come, but these were extenuating circumstances, right? I have young children.  I need to protect my personal time at home. Perhaps this was a time to change my mind.

But I was about to preach a sermon about not being afraid to welcome a stranger, and I had prayed a prayer for God to send whoever God thought should be there.  

“Har! Har! Har!”  I thought.  “Well played, God….well played.”

So I invited them, slightly fearful and all.  Three of the four came.  As one walked in he told me: “I want you to know that I don’t do drugs anymore.  I stopped doing crack on FRIDAY.”  

“Excellent!” I told him, as I hung up his coat.

(“Could you keep a little eye on this guy?”, I whispered quietly to Dallas).

I took a seat next to them at our table and asked our friend who had been coming a few weeks: “Do you all live in the same house? Is that where you all met?”

He answered: “Actually I don’t know these guys at all. I only met them two days ago. They don’t live with me. He (motioning to guy next to him) lives on the street.”

At this, I could only laugh.  Once again, “Well played, God…well played.”

Then our friend said out of nowhere: “I feel really nervous.”

“Me too,” one of his guests said.  

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“I feel like I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.  I hope I’m doing everything right,” said the first.

“That’s how I feel!” said the second

I smiled and assured them that they were doing just fine.  All they had to do was eat and enjoy themselves.

“It’s just….I’ve never been to anyone’s house for a meal before,” said the first, somewhat embarrassed.

“Me neither,” said the second, “This is my first time.”

I paused.

These were two grown men and in their whole lives they had never enjoyed a meal at someone’s house?  Never had friends to invite them over? Never known hospitality in that way?

It seemed God really knew the people who “most needed to be at my house” that day!   All I could think to say was:  “I am SO GLAD that you could be here today.”

And I meant it very very much.  

I was so thankful that I had not changed my mind about keeping the invitation open.  My fear had almost stopped me, it was true.  Perhaps if I hadn’t been ready to preach a sermon on the very topic, I would have let it stop me.  If I had, I would have missed out on what for me was a special moment.  It also turned out to be a great lunch, and I loved getting to know our new friends.  

Like I said, I AM going somewhere this. Here it is:

We should not let fear change our minds.

I am afraid of terrorists.  I am afraid of what happened in Paris and Beirut and way too many other places happening here.  It is scary.  Still, I do not believe fear is a reason that we should change our minds about what we need to do.  It was not a good enough reason to shut the door of my house and it is not a good enough reason, in my opinion, to shut the doors of a country – even for a little while.

I prayed: “God send people to my house,” and I have prayed: “God send refugees to safety.”

I don’t think I get to say: “But now I’m scared God, so I take it back.”  

Instead, as I pray for peace, I pray as well for peace in my own heart. I pray for peace in the midst of my own sometimes irrational, sometimes valid, sometimes functional, sometimes illogical fear.    

We can be afraid together and we can choose peace together.  It’s not necessarily a matter of saying we are not afraid.  It’s a matter of saying : “I will not let fear change my mind.”  

(P.S.  As yet, none of the guys has shown up at my house asking for food or money. Just seemed important to mention, no?).