Idyllic life on the farm. Chickens hang out riding on the backs of the lambs and sheep hanging out inside the chicken coop (probably eating the hay in the laying boxes!).
This year I am going to be planting a bunch of Heirloom seeds.. Earlier this year I planted Heirloom Broccoli seeds. Today I am going to be harvesting them. Since this is all new to me I went to google for advice:
Here is a great website for harvesting Broccoli seeds:
Walking to the end of the pier. We love the Ergo Carrier that Pete is wearing. Natalie finds it comfortable too. She kept falling asleep when we put her in it!
It would appear that New Zealand and other western countries are about to lose their sovereignty to a type of one world government which may be formed when a treaty is signed in Copenhagen in December, just weeks away.
Here are the concluding 4 minutes of an hour long speech by Lord Monckton to a US audience on the subject just last month.
Thanks for all the prayers and messages we’ve received. How incredibly heartwarming and comforting to be surrounded with such care.
Let me fill in the details. We were heading for Hamilton on Saturday in two vans to celebrate the first wedding anniversary of some friends who were actually travelling with us in the second van (along with Barbara, Charmagne, Kaitlyn & Grace). Hamilton was the venue as that is where the bride hails from. And that is where a certain Christian Dairy Farmer (Paul & Helen) had just dressed down a couple of big moo cows for us to Bar B Q and eat our fill of marinated fillet steaks.
Perfect weather and driving conditions, little traffic on the road…it really was pleasurable motoring. Jeremiah was driving the big white Toyota Hiace van with myself in the passenger front seat and Jedediah squeezed between us. In the back seat, Alanson was lying out having a snooze and all the luggage for us 4 and the 6 in the second van was in the end part of the van. Just as we approached the wee village of Owhango on State Highway 4 (just a wee way south of Taumarunui) and coming out of a large sweeping curve to the right, the van left the road and we found ourselves on the grass shoulder which also dropped away lower than the level of the road. In an effort to get back on the road, Jeremiah turned to the right before letting the van slow down. The effect was to shoot us back onto the road, across our lane and into the on-coming lane. To correct that, he turned back to the left. The van rolled
onto its right side, then onto its top and then onto the left side, all the while sliding at speed down the centre of the road, with the nose of the van pointing straight down the road, right on top of the white line in the centre. Alanson found himself sitting on what used to be a side door window with the tar seal ripping his rear end away. It took his pants but left all his skin. He also got various cuts to his feet and hands plus a cut at the back of his head and a big graze near the right kidney. Jeremiah’s right collar bone got broken by the seat belt and his right shoulder was burned by the heat of the tar seal and glass ripping off his sweatshirt’s shoulder but leaving his skin pretty much intact. Jedediah got a wee graze on one
elbow and two fingertips. Something hit the top of my head making two slices, one requiring 8 stitches and the other needing 2. And my left index finger took a whack turning it black and blue and swelling, but not so much as a scuff mark.
The front window of the van, being now vertical and without glass, was like a handy five foot high door through which three of us stepped out, and Alanson got out the back “door”. I looked like a crash victim with the red stuff running freely over my bald head and down my face. Alanson got me to the side of the road and we both sat down, he holding my wound. I really had next to no pain and was just thinking what a hassle this was all going to be. Barbara and the rest were checking on us and shifting our gear off the road. A motorist stopped and was very helpful with providing shade, a first aid kit and talking to me “to keep me awake.” I was feeling fine, but in answer to his questions, I got to explain a lot about home education! Two farmers in the paddocks came running, the male directing traffic and the female, a nurse as well as a dirt farmer, got straight onto me. The next person to come into my view identified himself as a doctor, probed us four in a professional manner, pronounced us AOK and took off. Then came the rescue firemen who assisted the farmer/nurse in assessing us all and in cleaning me up a bit. Police turned up and gave ol’ Jeremiah the third degree…they were nice about it and advised him of the possible legal scenarios coming up. When St Johns arrived, there wasn’t much for them to do, but load us in the Ambulance and take us to Taumarunui Hospital.
I guess we spent a couple hours there. The staff was just great, all over us doing this and that as apparently it gets pretty quiet there at Taumarunui Hospital. They have a brand new x-ray machine and the operator was having a ball doing Jeremiah’s collar bone and taking multiple images of my bruised finger (fair enough) but also of my neck for some unknown reason. They never told us anything about the x-ray images they got. But every Dr and nurse who came near me seemed to have a blood pressure cuff to put on me and then read the riot act about how high the numbers were.
Steve drove the two hours down from Hamilton to collect us from the hospital and take us all back to wife Linda, Paul & Helen, the six daughters from these two families and those mountains of steaks waiting to be Bar B Qued and devoured. But they had to leave me behind, as the Drs decided I needed to spend the night for observation.
My room mate turned out to be about as Kiwi a bloke as you could find: life-long forestry worker who started out chopping down Rimu, Tawa, Matai, etc., camping in the hills, eating wild venison, wild pigs and Wood Pigeons. He’s done the deer culling from helicopters, dealt in exporting feral venison, goat meat & pork to Germany and got his own pilot’s license. At 68 years he was still driving bulldozers dragging felled logs to the trucks. About three months ago he set the brake on the dozer on a steep hill, stood on the rear tracks to unhitch the wire ropes when the dozer took off backwards. His chaps got caught in the tracks and his right leg was mangled to bits before a stump caused the dozer to stop. His mate got on the dozer and drove it off, confirming the brake had been set, then applied a tourniquet. The grace of God, the tourniquet and his all-round fitness saved his life, but he would only say he was lucky. The helicopter from Taupo got to him before the ambulance from Taumaruni could find its way along the 12 miles of logging road.
Next morning, Sunday, Paul drove down to collect me. We had some great fellowship on the drive back and arrived in time to hear Steve’s sermon on I Peter 1:3. And then, believe it or not, we Bar B Qued these fantastic fillet steaks that had been marinating for an extra 24 hours! Talk about melt-in-your-mouth, Trev! But it was all too short, and 8 of us who’d come up had to go back. We left Charmagne and Jedediah as they were off to Auckland airport and then to Australia on Monday, thanks to either Steve’s or Paul’s taxi service! On the way home, we stopped at Owhango Motors to see the old van one last time and at the crash site to look at the tracks in the grass and skid marks (and Police spray paint marks) all over the road.
Got home to Palmerston North at 10:30pm, about 33 hours after the crash. At 5am Monday, six and a half
hours later, Barbara and I were off doing a delivery run between Marton and Palmerston North, a little business our family just started doing six days a week. And that night at 7:30 I was attending a prayer meeting in Feilding with a very receptive attitude!
So the Lord did some quiet, unobtrusive miracles in preserving us through a 100kmph roll along tar seal with no traffic coming the other way and no obstacles to wrap ourselves around. We’ve been evaluating the whole thing and asking and trying to answer the many questions that come, fully convinced that God ordained every detail of it as part of our maturing and sanctification programme.
Certainly life is very fragile; God holds every detail in His hands; we need to be about His business.
Born January 7 1528, brought up in the French court by her uncle King Francis I of France.
When she was 13 her Uncle forced her to marry a German prince. Jeanne was adamant against the engagement and twice wrote official protests against it. Even so she was eventually carried bodily to the alter and married against her will. She did not live with her husband for he went straight off to war and she retuned home.
Her husband the Duke soon turned against the French King. Her Uncle then “remembered” her protests and had the marriage annulled.
Around the age of 20 more suitors came including Antoine de Borbon heir to the French throne to whom she was married in 1548.
Living with her husband in France, (He now being the King of France and she now the Queen of Navarre) on Dec 5 1560 they openly declared themselves to be of the Reformed Faith. Antoine however, went back to Catholicism a little later.
Many tried to force Jeanne to go to Mass, others tried to kill her, so to escape this persecution she fled back to Navarre, returning later only to rescue her 13 year old son Henry so he would not be raised Catholic.
Jeanne and her son Henry fought for the Huguenots of France who asked the now 16 year old Henry to become a Huguenot leader, but the time was not right for that yet. Later though, one of the great Huguenot leaders (the prince of Conde) died in battle and the army began to despair. Gaspard de Cologney knew how respected Jeanne was and called her to come and help rally the troops. This she did with great success, putting forward her son and the son of Conde as new leaders. She supported her son right to the walls of Paris where in 1570 the Huguenots forced the Catholics to make peace. This peace lasted only two years.
Jeanne died suddenly in Paris during the midst of her son’s marriage negotiations and did not live to see the conclusion of the wedding plans —or the brutal slaughter of thousands of Protestants on the 24 of August 1572 who had came to Paris for the wedding (This is known as the St. Bartholomew’s Day Massacre where an estimated 50,000 Huguenots were murdered throughout France)
Recognising the importance of Scripture, Jeanne, throughout the wars, funded the translation and publication of the New Testament in the Basque and Bearnese languages
John Calvin said of her:
“She has banished all idolatry from Navarre and has set an example of virtue”
Phillip of Spain (one of her worst persecutors) noted: “She is too much of a woman to have as a daughter-in-law” But Jeanne was not afraid of him “I rely on God, Who is more powerful than the King of Spain”
Jane was born the eldest daughter of Henry Grey, Marquess of Dorset, and his wife Lady Frances Brandon. Jane Grey had two younger sisters, Katherine and Mary; the three sisters were great-nieces of Henry VIII. Jane received a good education, and studied Latin, Greek, and Hebrew, as well as French and Spanish. Through the teachings of her tutors, she became a committed Protestant.
Jane had a difficult childhood. Her mother was abusive, cruel, and domineering, and held her under a strict disciplinary regime. Jane's meekness and quiet, unassuming manner irritated Frances, who sought to 'harden' the child with regular beatings.
Jane preferred a single life, but her mother made her submit to an engagement to Lord Guilford Dudley. The couple were married at Durham House on 21 May 1553.
Young King Edward VI died on 6 July 1553.
Four days later, Northumberland had Lady Jane Grey proclaimed Queen of England after she had taken up a secure residence in the Tower of London, where English monarchs customarily resided until coronation. Jane refused to name her husband Dudley as king and deferred to Parliament. She offered to make him Duke of Clarence instead.
Parliament declared Mary the rightful queen and denounced and revoked Jane's proclamation as having been coerced. Mary imprisoned Jane and her husband in the Tower of London, although their lives were initially spared.
The Protestant rebellion of Thomas Wyatt in January 1554 started as a popular revolt; Jane's father (the Duke of Suffolk) and other nobles joined the rebellion, calling for Jane's restoration as queen. Philip and his councilors pressed Mary to execute Jane to put an end to any future focus for unrest. Five days after Wyatt's arrest on 7 February 1554, Jane and Guilford were executed.
Jane gave a short speech of her innocence, and then recited Psalm 51 in English. The executioner asked her forgiveness, and she gave it. She pleaded the axeman, "I pray you dispatch me quickly". She then blindfolded herself. Jane had resolved to go to her death with dignity, but once blindfolded, unable to find the block with her hands, began to panic and cried, "What shall I do? Where is it?" An unknown hand, possibly Feckenham's, then helped her find her way and she retained her dignity at the end. With her head on the block, Jane spoke the last words of Jesus as recounted by Luke: "Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit!" She was then beheaded.
In 1730 a fifteen-year-old Huguenot girl was arrested and taken from her home. Her name was Marie Durand; her crime was to have a brother who was a Protestant minister.
In 1729 soldiers raided a neighbours’ home where a group had gathered to worship. The house was destroyed, and Marie’s mother was taken away, never to be heard from again. Her brother, who was leading the service, escaped and eventually entered Switzerland, where he studied for the ministry.
Unable to lay hands on Pierre, the government arrested Marie's father in 1728. Before he was taken to prison, Etienne Durand married his daughter to Matthew Serres, whom he hoped could protect her. But both Marie and Matthew were arrested, and Matthew was imprisoned with his father-in law at a fort. In 1732, after a sizeable reward was put on Pierre’s head, Pierre was betrayed and arrested. He was recorded to have walked to his execution singing Psalms.
The Tower of Constance had been transformed into a woman’s prison. The prisoners were kept in the upper room. A little light and air came through narrow windows. In the center of the floor was an opening onto the guardroom below. The authorities thought this the perfect place to hold and torture heretics.
But at least one prisoner refused to yield. Inscribed on the wall is "Resister," meaning "Resist!"
Marie became the tireless Christian focus of the Tower and remained the spiritual leader of the prisoners for thirty-eight years. She nursed the sick, wrote letters for those who couldn’t write, and encouraged her fellow-prisoners to sing Huguenot hymns. Not all the women were Christians. But the prisoners knew her family; they sympathized with her youth and they respected her for her piety. All were blessed through her.
Marie wrote to churches and government officials with appeals for better prison conditions. Her appeals were even relayed to the philosophers Voltaire and Rousseau. Thanks to her efforts, the prisoners were allowed a copy of the Psalms and permitted to take air on the rooftop.
Disgusted with prison conditions, the governor of Languedoc ordered the captives released despite the objections of King Louis XV. In 1767, after 38 years in the tower, she was released. Her father, brother and husband were dead. A church supported her until she died in 1776.
Margaret Wilson was the eldest of three children and her father, Gilbert, was a tenant farmer at Glenvernock in the parish of Penninghame to the north of Newton Stewart. Her parents said that ‘they were more than happy to worship the way the King wants’. But the three children (Margaret 16 years old; Thomas 14 and Agnes only 11) Agreed that the King was wrong. Two years later, the siblings ended up living in the hills with other Covenanters all through the winter of 1684-85. Whenever they could, they attended conventicles where to hear the Bible preached faithfully.
While Thomas stayed up on the snowy hillside and awaited their return, Margaret and Agnes decided to risk a secret visit to friends in the small town of Wigton. There they saw Bailie Patrick Stewart, their father's friend, who invited them to his home. They accepted, not knowing that Stewart was strongly against the Covenanters and all they stood for. He deliberately toasted the king at the meal and, when the girls remained silent, he betrayed them to the authorities and they were imprisoned in the Thieves’ Hole, in the same cell as a sixty-three year old widow woman, Margaret MacLachlan.
The girls were there for seven long weeks. On the 13th of April, Margaret and Agnes Wilson, Margaret MacLachlan and a servant girl stood on trial. The verdict was pronounced guilty. The two Margarets were sentenced "to be tied to palisades fixed in the sand, within the flood mark of the sea, and there to stand until the flood overflowed them and drowned them.” The date of the execution was set for the 11th of May. During the month of waiting, Mr Wilson journeyed to Edinburgh (over 100 miles away) and gained the reprieve of Agnes, on payment of £100 (a huge sum in those days) and she was released.
There was a crowd of several hundred on the shore near the mouth of the Bladnoch Burn that day to stand witness to Margaret's death on a lovely May morning. The stake to which she was tied was close enough for people to speak to her - and many tried to persuade her to swear
the Abjuration Oath – just to "say the words". But Margaret remained firm and it was remarked on how cheerful her voice sounded. As she watched the older Margaret drown, she began to sing Psalm 25 and afterwards to repeat the wonderful verses from Romans 8: 35-39.
The persecution of her parents continued after Margaret's death and the imposition of fines and the weekly journeys to pay them eventually ruined her father and he lost the farm and died in utter poverty. Her mother had to be cared for by friends. Thomas joined the army of William of Orange, but when he at last came home, there was nothing left for him.
Born in Noyon in the year 1509. As a Frenchman and the son of a lawyer, he developed a love for scholarship and literature.
In 1523 he went to the University of Paris where he studied theology. To maintain himself while a student, Calvin secured a small chaplaincy attached to Noyon Cathedral.
In deference to his father, Calvin went in 1528 to Orleans to study Law, and a year later to Bourges also to study law. After the death of his father in 1531 Calvin resumed his religious studies.
At some point between 1528 and 1533 Calvin wrote that "God subdued my soul to docility by a sudden conversion".
In 1536 the first edition of "Institutes of the Christian Religion" was published in Basle. This systematic explanation of Christianity was revised and expanded several times, the final edition was published in 1559.
In July 1536, Calvin was travelling to Strasbourg and planned to pass through a Swiss city called Geneva, but Guillaume Farel (a Protestant leader in the city) spoke very strongly to him and convinced him to stay. Geneva became his home.
In 1538 however, there was division in the city, and the Libertines expelled Farel and Calvin who fled to Strasbourg until September 1541 when the new city officials of Geneva begged Calvin to return.
Friends began to urge Calvin to marry. He specified that a wife of his must be “chaste, obliging, not fastidious, economical, patient, and careful for his health”. Fellow laborer Martin Bucer recommended Idelette de Bure, a widow who had two children from her first marriage. They were married in August 1540. Three children were born to Calvin and Idelette, but they all died in infancy.
Idelette died in 1549 after a lengthy illness. Calvin grieved deeply for his wife. He wrote to Pierre Viret “I have been bereaved of the best companion of my life”
By the mid-1550's, Geneva had become an important Protestant center in Europe. Protestants driven out of their native countries (France, England, Scotland, and the Netherlands) all came to Geneva to take refuge.
Calvin Died 27 May 1564. But his influence through his teaching and writings has continued for centuries. He was a tireless polemic and apologetic writer, finishing commentaries on most books of the Bible as well as theological treatises and confessional documents. He had preached over 2,000 sermons! http://www.photoblog.com/charmagne/2009/10/26/john-calvin.html
Gaspard was born in France in 1519.
His family line had long served the French royalty and he early made friends in the French Court
In 1543 Gaspard distinguished himself in battle and the next year he was knighted.
It is said he displayed great courage, resolution and strength of character.
He was taken prisoner in 1557, and was released two years later. During this time he avidly read the works of John Calvin and by his release in 1559 he had become a fervent Huguenot.
Coligny was leading patron for the failed French colony of Fort Caroline (1562-1566) in what is now Jacksonville, Florida. Fort Caroline was intended as a refuge for Huguenots, but due to hostilities with the local Spanish settlements combined with complication from the French wars, it did not succeed.
Gaspard placed himself with Louis, Prince of Condé, at the forefront of the Huguenot party, fighting for liberty to worship God aright, and to break away from Catholic tyranny. When, in 1569 the Prince of Condé died in battle, Gaspard suddenly became the sole leader of the now despairing Protestant armies. He then called on Jeanne d’Albret to support this cause and help rally the troops.
On 15 October 1547 Gaspard married Charlotte de Laval, they had three children including Louise de Coligny who would later marry William I of Orange.
His wife Charlotte died in 1568.
Gaspard married for a second time to Jacqueline de Montbel, but he was assassinated before their daughter was born.
On 22 August 1572 Gaspard was shot in the street by a man called Maurevert, the bullets however, only tore a finger from his right hand and shattered his left elbow. The would-be assassin escaped. The King sent his own physician to treat Gaspard and even visited him.
There were many Hugenots in the city for the wedding of the Protestant Henry, King of Navarre, and Marguerite de Valois, the French King's sister, and the Catholics feared retaliation for the attempt on Coligny's life. Thus, two nights later (on the 24th of August) Gaspard was attacked in his house, plunged through with a sword, thrown out of a window and there in the street had his head cut off by the enemies of Protestantism.
With Coligny dead, the Catholics then proceeded to carry out the St. Bartholomew's Day massacre in which thousands of Protestant Hugenots were slaughtered.
Queen Mary I, daughter of Henry VIII of England, is nicknamed “Bloody Mary,” for her rule saw large numbers of Christians put to death for their acceptance of Protestantism.
Three squares in Christchurch, New Zealand are named after some of these martyrs, men who are foremost in the history of the Reformation in England. These squares are Cranmer, Latimer and Ridley. (Ridley being the original name of “Cathedral Square”)
Thomas Cranmer had tremendous influence on the development of the Reformation in England. He was an advisor to the Catholic Henry VIII, and to his Protestant son, the young Edward VI.
As a young man between 1520 and 1532 his views were becoming more and more reformed through his study of Luther, but it was political events that changed his ambitions for reform from the academic to the practical. Henry VIII wanted to divorce his wife Catherine of Aragon in order to marry Anne Boleyn. Cranmer approached this question from the Scriptural view of forbidding marriage to the wife of a deceased brother. (Catherine was the widow of Henry’s elder brother)
In 1533 Cranmer was consecrated as Archbishop of Canterbury and resolved the matter for the King against the opinion of the Pope, with this Scriptural argument, pronouncing Catherine’s marriage void, and Anne’s valid. This paved the way for future events, for Catherine was the mother of Mary I, an avid Roman Catholic, while Anne gave birth to Elizabeth I who was brought up Protestant.
The King had no desire to change the shape of the Church of England, he rejected Reformed teachings while Cranmer was conforming more and more to the Reformation. Yet Henry both liked and trusted Cranmer for he was not greedy, devious or self seeking like so many that opposed him. This “curious attachment” of King Henry’s saved Cranmer from at least three plots on his life.
During the short reign of Henry’s only son, Edward VI, Cranmer continued his work of transforming the worship of the Church of England but the death of Edward VI in his twenties and Cranmer’s support of Lady Jane Grey brought his downfall. Mary’s upon her succession tried to destroy the Reformation in England. She was determined that Cranmer should die for promoting Protestantism.
Ridley, Latimer and Cranmer were all tried for heresy. Cranmer was forced to witness the first two being burnt at the stake and was then persuaded to sign a recantation of his beliefs, in faint hope of mercy. This recantation was published in the hope that it would wreck Protestantism in England, but it did not save his life. On March 21, 1556 he was taken out to be burnt. Here though, the Queen’s representatives over-reached themselves. They required Cranmer to confirm his recantation publicly. To the shock of his enemies, Cranmer instead boldly withdrew his recantation, reasserting that the pope had no right to power in the realm of England, and that transubstantiation was untrue. Then he steadfastly held what he considered as his ‘traitorous’ right hand in the flames, so that this hand, which had offended by signing his previous recantation, should be consumed first by the flames. “His brave and dignified end made an enormous impression... and at one blow, Cranmer undid all that government propaganda had achieved, and restored heart to the surviving reformers.”
Craig and Barbara Smith and their 8 home educated children and 3 Grandchildren: Genevieve (born 1980) and Pete (married 2008 with Natalie 2008 and...); Zachariah (1981) and Megan (married 2005 with Cheyenh 2007 and Dusti 2009); Alanson (1984); Charmagne (1987); Jeremiah (born Mitchell 1992 and now adopted); Jedediah (born 1997 and now adopted); Kaitlyn (born 2000 and now adopted); Grace (born 2005 guardianship).
We use a Biblical/Hebrew/Classical approach to our home education.
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