New Every Morning

    As Thanksgiving day approached, I thought about all the things I am thankful for. My life hasn't been all peaches and cream, but as I look in the rearview mirror at the past seventy-five years I have been abundantly blessed. Even the hard times came with blessings concealed in them. Then I held the mirror in front of me and looked at myself. I am not worthy of all I have received. The only way to account for it is the mercy of God.

   "It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning" (Lamentations 3:22-23).

   NEW every morning. I am far from perfect and mess up too often. But every morning comes with new mercy from God and a chance to try again. His mercies are NEW every morning, not used, leftover, or past the expiration date. His mercy is brand new every morning.

   A NEW SHEET,

He came to my desk with a quivering lip, 

the lesson was done.

“Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher?

I’ve spoiled this one.”

I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted

and gave him a new one all unspotted.

And into his tired heart I cried,

“Do better now, my child.”

A NEW DAY,

I went to the throne with a trembling heart;

the day was done.

“Have you a new day for me, dear Master?

I’ve spoiled this one.”

He took my day, all soiled and blotted

and gave me a new one all unspotted.

And into my tired heart he cried,

“Do better now, my child.”

Photo by Federico Respini on Unsplash

Salvation Medley

  After a two year wait, the virtual choir our son Daryl sang in has been released on You Tube and can be seen without a subscription. Each person in the choir recorded themselves singing at their own location and submitted it to Praise & Harmony. Then it was compiled into a virtual choir. 

   Watch for Daryl in the lower right corner (bald, maroon shirt). He appears most at the end from 12 to 15 minutes.

   As I listen to this and see the pictures of the singers I think about the choir made of all nations and tribes and peoples that will be assembled in heaven someday.

   

Burkholder Line

   I wrote a post about my Burkholder ancestors in January 2011 and another with newer findings in June 2014. A friend of mine said, "History doesn't change but what we know about it sure changes." That is true, and our story changes as we find more facts. The Burkholder story has changed dramatically from what we believed for many years. Now it's time for another update on the latest and greatest findings. The credit for finding the facts goes to Dale Burkholder who went to Switzerland to mine the records and find the true story.

   As long as I could remember, were told and believed that our immigrant ancestor, Christian Burkholder (1746-1804), was the son of Christian and Elizabeth Burkholder who migrated from Switzerland to Germany before immigrating to Pennsylvania. There was a Christian Burkholder in Gerolsheim, Germany, but he was not our ancestor Christian's father. In the 1990s, tax records were found in the Jura Mountain region of Switzerland showing Christian's parents were Ulrich and Barbara Burkholder. 

    Ulrich and Barbara lived on one of three farms on the mountain above the village of La Heutte. Ulrich died there and then widow Barbara and her six children immigrated with a group of other Mennonites. They arrived in Philadelphia in October 1754 on the Phoenix.

   Another breakthrough gave us Barbara's maiden name. She was the daughter of Ulrich and Elizabeth (Stucki) Schenk. Her parents were not Anabaptists, but the Schenk Chronicle handwritten by a family member in the 1700s confirms she married an Anabaptist, Ulrich Burkhalter from Ruderswil, moved to the Jura area, and immigrated in 1754. A letter the Mennonite immigrants brought with them lists Barbara Schenk as one of the poor people who received assistance from the church in Switzerland for their travel expenses.

   Having established that Ulrich came from Ruderswil, it was possible to find his birth in the church records and go back two more generations. Ulrich was baptized Feb. 11, 1699, in the Reformed church in Ruderswil. He was the son of Benedict and Anna (Kohler) Burkhalter.

   Benedict was baptized December 1, 1661 at the same church in Ruderswil. He was the son of Joseph and Elizabeth (Widmer) Burkhalter. 

  Joseph lived on a farm named Steinberg on a hill above Ruderswil. The farm was passed on to Benedict and Ulrich grew up there. This is the newer Steinberg house today. 

  The old Steinberg house is at the bottom of the hill. It probably is not the same house that was there in the 1600s but we can at least see the lay of the land and where we came from. I will never forget standing on the hill looking down at this farm. My heart knew I was Swiss and I had come home.

   Although Joseph and Benedict were not Anabaptists, records indicate there were Anabaptists in the neighborhood. In Swiss tradition, the farm was passed to the youngest son. Being the youngest, Ulrich would have been expected to get the farm but it was passed to his older brother Hans. It appears Ulrich became an Anabaptist, was disinherited, and moved to an Anabaptist community in the Jura mountains. Persecution was less severe in this French-speaking part of Switzerland. 

    There was no birth record for Joseph Burkhalter in Ruderswil so that was as far as we could document our Burkholder line. Thanks to Dale Burkholder's diligent research, we now know that Joseph was baptized June 6, 1623, at Lutzefluh, a village near Trachselwald. He was the son of Jost and Katharina (Kuhni) Burkhalter. They lived on the Haslimatt farm, on a hill overlooking the the village of Trachselwald and opposite the famous Trachelswald Castle where Anabaptists were imprisoned. This photo of Haslimatt farm was taken this month from the tower of Trachelswald castle by our daughter, Cheryl Miller. (Click to enlarge)

  

   Finding Joseph Burkhalter's birth record took us back two more generations. His father, as stated, was Jost Burkhalter. He was baptized at Lutzefluh on November 26, 1587, and married Catharina Kuhni on February 6, 1612, in Trachelswald. Since Joseph was not the youngest son of Jost, he did not inherit the family farm and moved to Ruderswil.

  Jost's baptismal record identifies his father as Hans Burkhalter but no mother's name is given. Hans Burkhalter, probably born sometime in the mid-1500s, is now our earliest known ancestor.

    Dale Burkholder wrote a beautiful book on our Burkholder ancestors. The title is taken from a song written by Christian Burkholder, Christ is Full of Love and Power. It contains many color pictures and the complete known Burkholder story. It is available from Grace Press, 2175 Division Hwy, Ephrata, PA 17522. Phone 717-354-0475.

Hans Burkhalter

Jost Burkhalter bap. 1587

Joseph Burkhalter bap. 1623

Benedict Burkhalter bap. 1661

Ulrich Burkhalter bap.1699

Christian Burkhalter/Burkholder (1746-1804)

I am the seventh generation of Christian's descendants in Pennsylvania. All of these generations stayed in Lancaster County where he settled until my parents moved across the county line. And there still am I. We find what we like and stick with it!

Love Is The Only Way Forward

The following was written by Shane Claiborne and is very well said.

For hundreds of years, Jewish people have been the victims of horrific violence. That historic backdrop of pain and trauma does not justify the crushing apartheid policies they’ve imposed on Gaza and the West Bank for over 50 years… but it does help explain it.

For decades the Palestinians have endured daily doses of terror, discrimination and abuse from the State of Israel. That does not by any means justify the violence of Hamas… but it does help explain it.

The current violence of both Hamas and the State of Israel create the conditions for more violence, adding fuel to an already combustible fire.

For many people the evil we are seeing daily by both the State of Israel and Hamas makes more killing justifiable. But violence only leads to more violence. Hatred begets more hatred. We cannot build a better future by killing each other’s families.

Jesus was right - if we live by the sword we die by the sword. Violence is a dead end. Love is the only way forward, even the audacious love for our enemies.

Love requires treating the person on the other side of the wall as nothing short of sacred, a child of God made in the image of God.

Killing babies is terrorism, whether it is done with bombs or with guns or knives - it is evil. Violence is always evil, no matter what flag it’s wrapped up in. Let us continue to work for peace… and do all we can to interrupt the war… and grieve every life lost… and commit ourselves to building a world where every person is sacred.

God's Math

   Our Sunday school lesson yesterday was on the contest between 450 prophets of Baal and one prophet of God. Elijah laid out the challenge for the contest. Each contestant would lay an animal on an altar and the god who sent fire would prove to be the one true God. Of course, Elijah's God won the contest because Baal was a powerless figment of their imagination and did not exist.

   We can learn some lessons from this story. First, Elijah had great faith in his God. He laid out the challenge and trusted God to send fire in answer to his prayer.

   Second, it might seem he was taking a great risk. What would happen if no fire came? Elijah was not afraid because he knew his God. What He says He will do. Do I have such great faith? Do you hesitate when God asks you to do something that seems impossible? "For with God nothing shall be impossible."

   Third, Baal was a pantheistic nature god. They believed he brought rain. God had shut off the rain and Baal was not able to do anything about it. God could have used some other method to deal with Israel, but the three-year drought underscored the truth that the rain god was a fraud. Baal let them down in bringing rain and failed again by not responding to their frantic pleas for fire. The false gods people serve today (money, fame, etc.) will let us down too. There is a God-size hole in our hearts that only He can fill.

   Fourth, when the fire came down and totally burned up the Elijah's sacrifice, (wood, stones, water, and dust) the people acknowledged Elijah's God was the true Lord God. The prophets of Baal were destroyed and the drought was broken with a tremendous rain. Repentance always brings blessing. 

   I had the lesson prepared when I went to bed Saturday night. Before I was fully awake Sunday morning, God's math equation popped into my head. Adding faith subtracts fear, multiplies blessing, and divides sorrow. It was the cherry on the top of the lesson.

100 Years and Counting

 The extended Stauffer family always has a chicken bbq the Saturday after Labor Day. Since Leroy's mother's birthday is September 1, her birthday is always recognized at the bbq. This year the bbq was expanded with a full-fledged 100th birthday party. We rented a school for the event, which was a good thing because we had the largest crowd ever and it rained and hailed just as we were ready to eat.

  Here are a few pictures that tell the story.

Sarah with her birthday cake

Chicken bbq, baked potatoes, baked beans, homemade bread

The salad bar

The crowd enjoying the meal

Sarah with her ten children

Twenty of the 29 grandchildren (4 deceased, 5 missing)

Some of the 71 great-grandchildren

Seven great-great-grandchildren, held by either a parent or grandparent.

There have been a lot of changes in the world in 100 years. But the earth keeps turning and God keeps sending new people to replace those who died. What will the next hundred years bring? Only God knows. What we know is that He keeps His promises and we are secure in Him no matter what happens.

The First Hundred Years

 Yesterday the Stauffer family celebrated the 100th birthday of their mother, Sarah Stauffer.

Seven of her ten children and their spouses met in the Richland Home where she lives to have lunch with her. There will be another birthday party for the extended family on September 9. Leroy is the oldest of her ten children. How many people who are about to turn eighty still have their mothers? What a blessing! (My parents were both gone when I was 46.)

We had a nice lunch with a long gab session afterward.

In the evening, the Home had an ice cream party for all the residents and their families. It was a lovely evening for an outdoor party.

Mom had a hard start in life. Her mother died when she was ten years old. She was shuffled around among relatives and strangers for many years. She was the last of her siblings to return home after her father remarried, and then she soon got married herself. She lived through the Depression and two World Wars, was a farmer's wife, and raised ten children who are all still living. Maybe a tough life made her strong enough to live 100 years. As one centenarian once said, "The first hundred years are the hardest."

Mom has started her second century. How far will she get in this one?