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Blog: Why should we pray?

Vieraskieliset / In-english11.5.2021 7.05

"For he will com­mand his an­gels con­cer­ning you to gu­ard you in all yo­ur ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike yo­ur foot against a stone." (Ps. 91:11–12).

Blog: Ex­pe­rien­ces of the co­vid ye­ar

Vieraskieliset / In-english5.4.2021 7.00

A ye­ar ago, I was in­vi­ted to start blog­ging for Päi­vä­mies. Op­ti­mis­ti­cal­ly, I ex­pec­ted that, gi­ven a full ye­ar, I would find 12 fair­ly good ide­as for blog posts. Well, I didn’t. De­ad­li­nes came and went, and I of­ten did not even touch the pen in the me­an­ti­me.

Blog: Grand­pa, come and play with me

Vieraskieliset / In-english3.4.2021 7.00

A ye­ar ago our son sug­ges­ted that he could bring his fa­mi­ly to live in our home of­fi­ce for as long as they were buil­ding their new hou­se. That me­ant we had to start cle­a­ring the room.

Blog: The sun or the wind?

Vieraskieliset / In-english1.4.2021 7.00

”The wind gat­he­red its strength and blew even har­der. The trees bent down and the wa­ter sur­ged and boi­led, but the tra­ve­ler just wrap­ped his cloak more tight­ly around him.” This is an ext­ract from a fai­ry tale tit­led The sun and the wind, which was writ­ten by Ae­sop more than 2500 ye­ars ago.

Blog: Em­po­we­ring me­mo­ries

Vieraskieliset / In-english31.3.2021 7.00

Wed­nes­day is the most im­por­tant week­day. Soon af­ter the noon I be­gin to glan­ce at my watch, won­de­ring if the mail­man has al­re­a­dy come. A lar­ge part of the ad­ver­ti­sing fly­ers and ot­her le­af­lets that come in­to our mail­box go un­re­ad in­to the re­cyc­ling bin. But I take the dai­ly news­pa­pers, stack them by my armc­hair and be­gin to read. The big­gest lo­cal pa­per con­tains a lot of in­te­res­ting in­for­ma­ti­on about Kai­nuu, Fin­land and the world.

Blog: Get­ting lost

Vieraskieliset / In-english26.2.2021 7.00

My mot­her mar­ried a man who ow­ned a very re­mo­te farm. She nee­ded time to get fa­mi­li­ar with the sur­roun­ding fo­rest. At that time cat­t­le were al­lo­wed to graze and roam free­ly in the woods. There were no fen­ces, and the cows were free to move around. In the late sum­mer they so­me­ti­mes wal­ked long dis­tan­ces to find mush­rooms to eat.

Blog: Many kinds of an­gels

Vieraskieliset / In-english24.2.2021 7.00

Mar­ras­kuu, the Fin­nish name of No­vem­ber, me­ans ‘month of de­ath’. It is cer­tain­ly a fit­ting name. No­vem­ber is dead, dark and cold. The last swans have left, and we no lon­ger hear their cons­tant trum­pe­ting song. The lake has gone through a cyc­le of free­zing, tha­wing, re-free­zing and re-tha­wing, and snow has done the same. In bet­ween the snowy pe­ri­ods we have had rain and the eve­nings and nights have been pitch black. Even mor­nings were qui­te dark for a while, but as soon as we got snow, mor­nings took on the lo­ve­ly sha­des of blue twi­light.

Blog: Half a cen­tu­ry ago

Vieraskieliset / In-english20.2.2021 7.00

Half a cen­tu­ry ago I par­ked my car in the cen­ter of Sot­ka­mo and wal­ked ac­ross a squ­a­re of grass, blu­e­bel­ls and clo­vers sur­roun­ded by tall pi­nes. I had been ap­poin­ted ju­ni­or te­ac­her in Sot­ka­mo mid­d­le school and high school, and I was on my way to meet the prin­ci­pal – the Prin­ci­pal with a ca­pi­tal P.

Blog: Oh, the good old ti­mes!

Vieraskieliset / In-english18.2.2021 13.31

I sud­den­ly re­mem­be­red a small, see­ming­ly unim­por­tant in­ci­dent from my yo­uth. I was about twen­ty and al­re­a­dy awa­re of my in­na­te im­pa­tient rest­les­s­ness, which I con­ti­nue to feel oc­ca­si­o­nal­ly. “Where should we go?” I of­ten as­ked then and still do to­day.

Blog: Is Sun­day not a day of rest any more?

Vieraskieliset / In-english22.1.2021 7.30

I wake up on a Sun­day mor­ning to sounds from the neigh­bo­ring yards. On one yard the hou­se ow­ner is cut­ting fi­re­wood with a cir­cu­lar saw, on anot­her I can hear a lawn­mo­wer and a trim­mer. This ma­kes me won­der how dif­fe­rent­ly pe­op­le feel about spen­ding Sun­da­ys. Many of them post­po­ne so many week­ly cho­res till Sun­day that they need the whole day to do them.

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18.5.2021

Sinä päi­vä­nä Her­ra on ole­va koko maan­pii­rin ku­nin­gas. Hän on ole­va yk­si ja ai­noa Ju­ma­la ja hä­nen ni­men­sä ai­noa, jota avuk­si huu­de­taan. Sak. 14:9

Viikon kysymys

Ilmoitukset

Toi­sen­lai­ses­sa va­los­sa

Mi­ka­e­lan per­hees­sä ei pal­jon pu­hu­ta asi­ois­ta. Teh­dään töi­tä, käy­dään kou­lua. Mut­ta jos­sain pin­nan al­la on sa­lai­suus, joka saa äi­din hy­räi­le­mään su­ru­mie­li­ses­ti ja Mi­ka­e­lan sil­mäi­le­mään tar­kem­min muu­ta­mia nuo­ria kou­lun käy­tä­vil­lä ja ruo­ka­las­sa.

Se­läs­sä au­rin­gon kat­se

An­ni­ka Koi­vu­kan­kaan ru­nois­sa heit­täy­dy­tään nuo­ren elä­män aal­lok­koon, sen iloi­hin ja ki­pui­hin, ko­et­te­le­muk­siin ja ar­jen su­loi­seen tur­vaan – kun on us­ko, jo­hon no­ja­ta ja rin­nal­la saat­ta­jia. Sy­viä tun­to­ja ke­ven­tää rai­kas huu­mo­ri: ”Kun­pa voi­sin aset­tua het­kek­si koi­ran turk­kiin. / Tun­tea sen läm­mön / kar­ku­mat­ko­jen tuok­sun / ja myl­lä­tyn kuk­ka­pen­kin ilon. Pai­jaa­via sor­mia riit­täi­si.”

Ome­na­pos­ki ja Nal­le Kar­hu­nen

Kah­dek­san­vuo­ti­as Nal­le Kar­hu­nen on kuu­si­vuo­ti­aan Nu­pun eli Ome­na­pos­ken vii­sas, kilt­ti ja hel­lä iso­ve­li. Jos­kus Nal­le käyt­täy­tyy kuin tal­viu­nil­taan he­rä­tet­ty hur­ja ja äk­ki­pi­kai­nen kar­hu. Sil­loin Nu­pun on pa­ras­ta läh­teä ulos tai lait­taa oman huo­neen ovi vi­sus­ti kiin­ni.

Ta­kai­sin Isän ko­tiin

Kir­joit­ta­jat eri puo­lil­ta maa­il­maa ker­to­vat sii­tä, kuin­ka Ju­ma­la on joh­dat­ta­nut hei­dät val­ta­kun­taan­sa. Ker­to­muk­sia yh­dis­tää ko­ke­mus ko­tiin­pa­luus­ta, Raa­ma­tun mu­kai­sen us­kon löy­ty­mi­ses­tä ja us­ko­vais­ten vä­li­ses­tä rak­kau­des­ta.

Ke­tun­po­jat ja Ja­gu­ar-mies

Viikon kysymys

Ilmoitukset

Toi­sen­lai­ses­sa va­los­sa

Mi­ka­e­lan per­hees­sä ei pal­jon pu­hu­ta asi­ois­ta. Teh­dään töi­tä, käy­dään kou­lua. Mut­ta jos­sain pin­nan al­la on sa­lai­suus, joka saa äi­din hy­räi­le­mään su­ru­mie­li­ses­ti ja Mi­ka­e­lan sil­mäi­le­mään tar­kem­min muu­ta­mia nuo­ria kou­lun käy­tä­vil­lä ja ruo­ka­las­sa.

Se­läs­sä au­rin­gon kat­se

An­ni­ka Koi­vu­kan­kaan ru­nois­sa heit­täy­dy­tään nuo­ren elä­män aal­lok­koon, sen iloi­hin ja ki­pui­hin, ko­et­te­le­muk­siin ja ar­jen su­loi­seen tur­vaan – kun on us­ko, jo­hon no­ja­ta ja rin­nal­la saat­ta­jia. Sy­viä tun­to­ja ke­ven­tää rai­kas huu­mo­ri: ”Kun­pa voi­sin aset­tua het­kek­si koi­ran turk­kiin. / Tun­tea sen läm­mön / kar­ku­mat­ko­jen tuok­sun / ja myl­lä­tyn kuk­ka­pen­kin ilon. Pai­jaa­via sor­mia riit­täi­si.”

Ome­na­pos­ki ja Nal­le Kar­hu­nen

Kah­dek­san­vuo­ti­as Nal­le Kar­hu­nen on kuu­si­vuo­ti­aan Nu­pun eli Ome­na­pos­ken vii­sas, kilt­ti ja hel­lä iso­ve­li. Jos­kus Nal­le käyt­täy­tyy kuin tal­viu­nil­taan he­rä­tet­ty hur­ja ja äk­ki­pi­kai­nen kar­hu. Sil­loin Nu­pun on pa­ras­ta läh­teä ulos tai lait­taa oman huo­neen ovi vi­sus­ti kiin­ni.

Ta­kai­sin Isän ko­tiin

Kir­joit­ta­jat eri puo­lil­ta maa­il­maa ker­to­vat sii­tä, kuin­ka Ju­ma­la on joh­dat­ta­nut hei­dät val­ta­kun­taan­sa. Ker­to­muk­sia yh­dis­tää ko­ke­mus ko­tiin­pa­luus­ta, Raa­ma­tun mu­kai­sen us­kon löy­ty­mi­ses­tä ja us­ko­vais­ten vä­li­ses­tä rak­kau­des­ta.

Ke­tun­po­jat ja Ja­gu­ar-mies