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even now you are not yet able, for<br />

you are still fleshly. For since <strong>the</strong>re is<br />

jealousy and strife am<strong>on</strong>g you, are you<br />

not fleshly, and are you not walking like<br />

mere men? For when <strong>on</strong>e says, “I am <strong>of</strong><br />

Paul,” and ano<strong>the</strong>r, “I am <strong>of</strong> Apollos,”<br />

are you not mere men?<br />

What <strong>the</strong>n is Apollos? And what<br />

is Paul? Servants through whom<br />

you believed, even as <strong>the</strong> Lord<br />

gave opportunity to each <strong>on</strong>e. I<br />

Editorial<br />

I’m a Man… I can Change…<br />

If I have to…Maybe.<br />

Several m<strong>on</strong>ths ago my wife<br />

and I celebrated our fifth wedding<br />

anniversary. Not twenty-five years, but<br />

<strong>the</strong> first number <strong>of</strong> note in our married<br />

lives, and I wanted to make it special.<br />

When you are dating, and looking<br />

forward to getting married to <strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>e<br />

you love, you <strong>of</strong>ten imagine all <strong>the</strong><br />

fancy dinners you will take her to, <strong>the</strong><br />

flowers you will buy, and limo rides<br />

you will take. In reality it’s more like<br />

McD<strong>on</strong>ald’s, dandeli<strong>on</strong>s, and a ride in<br />

<strong>the</strong> minivan. But you wouldn’t trade it<br />

for <strong>the</strong> world.<br />

Still, I did want to get away with her<br />

for a weekend, and spend quality time<br />

toge<strong>the</strong>r that would be remembered<br />

for a l<strong>on</strong>g time (that’s a guy’s way <strong>of</strong><br />

saying, “So I d<strong>on</strong>’t have to make any<br />

effort for <strong>the</strong> next five years!”). Well, I<br />

made my plans, got my mo<strong>the</strong>r to babysit,<br />

and we were set.<br />

What were those great plans, well,<br />

namely, I had tickets to <strong>the</strong> opera at <strong>the</strong><br />

Pantages Playhouse. The opera. That’s<br />

right, I said it. Now, some <strong>of</strong> you are<br />

thinking, “What’s <strong>the</strong> big deal about <strong>the</strong><br />

opera?” but I also know some <strong>of</strong> you<br />

are thinking, “You d<strong>on</strong>’t admit those<br />

kinds <strong>of</strong> things aloud.” But I knew my<br />

wife had <strong>of</strong>ten talked about going, and<br />

now was <strong>the</strong> time.<br />

I need to stop to menti<strong>on</strong> what a<br />

m<strong>on</strong>umental decisi<strong>on</strong> this was for me.<br />

I have <strong>of</strong>ten mocked <strong>the</strong> opera, made<br />

planted, Apollos watered, but God was<br />

causing <strong>the</strong> growth. So <strong>the</strong>n nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>on</strong>e who plants nor <strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>e who waters<br />

is anything, but God who causes <strong>the</strong><br />

growth. Now he who plants and he who<br />

waters are <strong>on</strong>e; but each will receive<br />

his own reward according to his own<br />

labor. For we are God’s fellow workers;<br />

you are God’s field, God’s building (1<br />

Corinthians 3: 1-9).<br />

Bishop Frank Unrau<br />

fun <strong>of</strong> anybody who went, many times<br />

saying <strong>the</strong> words, “I will never go <strong>the</strong><br />

opera”. I let it slip to my bro<strong>the</strong>r and<br />

bro<strong>the</strong>r-in-law and got snickered at.<br />

This <strong>on</strong>ly increased my resolve.<br />

I bought tickets to Pirates <strong>of</strong><br />

Penzance (featuring <strong>the</strong> s<strong>on</strong>g, I am <strong>the</strong><br />

very model <strong>of</strong> a modern major general),<br />

and decided I wouldn’t tell her about it<br />

until we were <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> way. I even bought<br />

her a dress for <strong>the</strong> event, which is not<br />

easy to do when you d<strong>on</strong>’t have a clue<br />

about sizing, let al<strong>on</strong>e maternity sizing.<br />

I probably shouldn’t admit that I tried<br />

<strong>the</strong> dress <strong>on</strong> to get a sense <strong>of</strong> whe<strong>the</strong>r it<br />

would fit, and tore it in a bit <strong>of</strong> a panic<br />

when it would not come <strong>of</strong>f! Still, <strong>the</strong><br />

plan was rolling.<br />

Then, as we were heading to our<br />

hotel in Winnipeg, I couldn’t hold it in<br />

anymore and I told her <strong>of</strong> our tickets<br />

to <strong>the</strong> opera. I imagined her excited<br />

squeals <strong>of</strong>, “You’re <strong>the</strong> best husband<br />

ever!” Not exactly. Her resp<strong>on</strong>se was<br />

more like, “The opera…Okay. Sounds<br />

good.” I nearly panicked <strong>the</strong>n. Had<br />

she not said she wanted to go? Was<br />

it something else she talked about?<br />

What was I thinking? Why would I<br />

buy tickets to opera? This was going<br />

to be terrible, a disaster, our suffering<br />

would be immeasurable. How could I<br />

have made such a catastrophe <strong>of</strong> this<br />

weekend before it even got started?<br />

We spent an enjoyable Saturday<br />

Upcoming<br />

Events<br />

No C<strong>on</strong>ference Ministerial<br />

Meeting in July. Next meeting<br />

will be August 27.<br />

October 16-18, 2009 will be<br />

<strong>the</strong> annual CMC Missi<strong>on</strong>’s<br />

C<strong>on</strong>ference.<br />

To post an upcoming event in<br />

<strong>the</strong> next Chr<strong>on</strong>icle, call <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>fice<br />

at 204-346-6320 or email cmc@<br />

mts.net.<br />

toge<strong>the</strong>r, but <strong>the</strong> upcoming opera <strong>of</strong><br />

that evening weighed large in my mind.<br />

I had resolved that I would suffer in<br />

silence, and at least gain credit for my<br />

ability to endure in <strong>the</strong> face <strong>of</strong> tragedy.<br />

I would take whatever <strong>the</strong> Opera had<br />

to throw my way and would not let a<br />

complaint out <strong>of</strong> my mouth.<br />

That evening, we got dressed up for<br />

<strong>the</strong> event. My wife tried <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> dress I<br />

bought for her, and looked particularly<br />

beautiful. We drove to <strong>the</strong> opera,<br />

wandered into <strong>the</strong> grand old <strong>the</strong>atre,<br />

and settled in for <strong>the</strong> show.<br />

L<strong>on</strong>g story short, from <strong>the</strong> first note<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> first s<strong>on</strong>g, we absolutely loved<br />

it. The play was great, <strong>the</strong> singing<br />

amazing and fun, and <strong>the</strong> live orchestra<br />

was sensati<strong>on</strong>al. I would go again in a<br />

heartbeat.<br />

I am reminded <strong>of</strong> a line from a<br />

movie I enjoy, “change, for <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong><br />

change, must be discouraged”. I d<strong>on</strong>’t<br />

change easy, and we as churches <strong>of</strong>ten<br />

d<strong>on</strong>’t find it easy ei<strong>the</strong>r. Change, for<br />

<strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> change may not accomplish<br />

anything, but sometimes a willingness to<br />

make a change in <strong>the</strong> way we do things<br />

will create experiences and growth that<br />

far exceed our expectati<strong>on</strong>s.<br />

Clint<strong>on</strong> Friesen<br />

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