Eric Jurmu Rockford seurakunnasta Minnesotasta palveli Tukholmassa järjestetyissä Ruotsin Suviseuroissa. Eric Jurmu from Rockford congregation in Minnesota served at the Swedish Summer Services in Stockholm.
Pauliina Jensen
Eric Jurmu Rockford seurakunnasta Minnesotasta palveli Tukholmassa järjestetyissä Ruotsin Suviseuroissa. Eric Jurmu from Rockford congregation in Minnesota served at the Swedish Summer Services in Stockholm.
Pauliina Jensen
It is Saturday evening and communion service is about to begin in the beautiful German Church in Stockholm’s Old Town. Eric Jurmu, who serves as minister in the Rockford congregation in Minnesota, is due to assist during the Holy Communion. He is sitting in the front part of the church, waiting for the service to begin.
Our Opisto student completed his year Jämsä Opisto last spring. He was our first child to attend Opisto. With this minimal parental experience, I am happy to recommend Opisto to every young person.
Whenever I think about the Day of Children’s Rights, I wonder what that day really means. We seldom think very profoundly about the rights we had as children – or have now as adults. At least I feel that I was born and grew up in material abundance with many rights. We seldom think that many of the things we consider self-evident are inaccessible to many people. Or at least they need to work hard, often even at the risk of their lives, to attain those things.
When I was in primary school, I got a pair of jodhpur-type pants with side bags at the thigh. I had to wear them for school. It happened to be a very cold day, and we did not need to go out for breaks. I sat at my desk all day, hiding the baggy parts of the trouser legs under my hands, so no-one would see them. I was very fashion-conscious at that age. Pants with baggy legs were not in fashion then.
Last summer I was able to attend the confirmation services of three grandchildren. They were festive occasions. The young confirmand may even be a bit embarrassed as the center of attention, surrounded by his or her grandparents, godparents, other relatives and friends who have come to celebrate.
My father served as a speaker for decades. When it was his turn to speak at services in our home congregation, it was always special for us, his children. I do not think I was ever nervous for my father. Maybe I did not even worry about such things as a child. But I do remember the special feeling I had when I sat at services, listening to my father speak.
When I was pondering whether or not to start as a blogger, I approached the topic from a number of perspectives. What things could I give and what could I lose? I guess they would tell me if my posts are not good enough, or if my style of writing is not appropriate for the format. And I could get caught red-handed by an acquaintance, having posted an extremely profound text online. That actually happened already. ”I wouldn’t have guessed that a guy like you would be writing a blog”, said one of my readers.
This will be my last blog post for Päivämies – I think. I have been blogging for two years, submitting a post every month.
I got feedback about my previous blog post that made me ponder more deeply about how we interact with other people. This is part of the feedback message:
Whenever I think about a journey in wilderness, I immediately remember the 40 years that the people of Israel spent traveling from Egypt to what is now Israel. It was an arduous and dangerous journey across a dry and hot desert. The story of that journey includes descriptions of arguments, complaints, rebellion and despair. But there were also good moments. Skillful artists have even represented that journey as a romantic expedition.
In the Finnish calendar, November 20th is designated as the Day of Children’s Rights and the week of November 15th-20th as the Week of Children’s Rights. This day has been in our calendar since 2002. The UN approved and ratified the Convention on Children’s Human Rights in 1989, and the convention came into effect in Finland 30 years ago, at the beginning of 1991.
I had been hoping we could take time in the early spring to visit my father’s home, an old farm called Lilvasaho at Juupajoki. We have usually gone there every summer, recently even more often. No-one lives there year-round, but people go there in the summer for vacation. The place is so beautiful and peaceful, and we enjoy doing odd chores while there.
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