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Over a Cup of Tea with Anne
Over a Cup of Tea with Anne
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A collection of articles originally published in the newsletter of the Iowa Association of Baptist Churches between 1967 and 1980, Over a Cup of Tea with Anne is a collection of inspirational readings that still speaks to Christians of today.

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Release dateMay 9, 2013
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Over a Cup of Tea with Anne
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Anne Thibideau

Anne Thibideau (1914-1988) was a Baptist minister's wife and an accomplished writer and Bible teacher in her own right. Serving with her husband in locations throughout North America, from Iowa to northern British Columbia, she taught, supported, cared for, and loved a great many people. Some of her writing has now been collected together and republished for a new generation of readers.

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    Over a Cup of Tea with Anne - Anne Thibideau

    Foreword

    This book is a collection of articles written by my grandmother, Anne Thibideau. Her column appeared in the newsletter for the Iowa Association of Baptist Churches in the late 1960s and early 1970s.

    Susan Annie Belford Fenton was born in Brechin, Scotland on September 21, 1914, and her family came to North America when she was just a little girl. She married Harry Thibideau in 1939 and had six children: the oldest, Ken, was born with a muscle disorder that kept him in a wheelchair; he died on November 24, 1954, when he was just fourteen. Joy remembers that time: Gram was away from home when Kenny died, the planes were grounded due to bad weather and she had to take the bus from Vancouver up to Terrace. As they got closer to Terrace the roads were very slippery and the Greyhound driver said they would have to stop. Oh, no! the passengers said, This lady lost her son and needs to get home to her children. So the passengers all got off the bus, took off their coats, and put them under the bus wheels – the driver would move the bus over the coats, then the people would grab their coat and put it in front of the wheels again – and that is how she got home for Ken’s funeral. Gram’s loving nature was so apparent that strangers willing to give up their coats so she could get home.

    With a physical heart damaged by childhood rheumatic fever, Gram required heart surgery twice: once in 1962, then again in 1987. She also fought Hodgkins Lymphoma – in fact, during the time that she wrote some of the articles included in this book the editor of the newspaper made a note asking her readers to pray for her as she was very ill, referring to this lengthy battle with cancer. Though tiny and somewhat fragile looking in her later years, Gram always had a strong spirit and was an inspiration to everyone who knew her. She died of a brain tumour in Sherwood Park, Alberta on September 5, 1988.

    Always gifted with words, Gram was a wonderful story teller, able to hold the attention of a group of squirming children as she washed and dried an imaginary pig or put images onto a flannelgraph board. She had no trace of her original Scottish accent at all … until she sang, and then you could hear a bit of that rolling brogue in her hymns.

    Gram had a calmness and peace about her that was impossible to miss. She radiated God’s love to the world in her own quiet, beautiful way, and she was dearly loved by everyone in her life.

    I am honoured to have had the opportunity to collate her writings in this volume and make it available for a new generation of readers.

    Lonna Cunningham

    March, 1967

    Britishers are noted for their ‘tea time’ and they take it very seriously. It is an important part of the day. To refuse a cup of tea or to fail to offer it to a guest is a serious breach of etiquette.

    We can’t all gather in one home for a ‘cup of tea’ – coffee, if you prefer – but I’d like to invite you to sit down for a few minutes for a friendly repast. Tea time is indicative of hospitality, fellowship, and communion. It is my prayer that this column will provide just that for the women who read our state paper.

    Lying in our back yard, resting on rather dirty snow, giving every evidence of being uncared for and unwanted, is our Christmas tree. A few short weeks ago it was the object of careful choice, tender loving care; it was given the most appropriate place in the living room. Decorations were added to enhance its evergreen beauty. The Christmas tree seemed very important in the festive season. Soon it will be completely forgotten as it finds its way to a place of burning.

    Reading a little booklet by B. McCall Barbour called Evergreen, I found the forlorn Christmas tree serving as a vociferous object lesson. Jeremiah records in God’s Word that Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is: for he shall be as a tree... her leaf shall be green. God wants our lives to be evergreen. The tree in our back yard is a sickly brown, the needles are falling and the branches becoming bare. We selected this tree to fulfil a desire for a brief time of pleasure, cut it off from the flow of life from its roots and today we’d describe it by saying, It’s a mess.

    Trees are not meant to be in the house – they are a part of God’s great outdoors. Christians sometimes are in places where God did not intend them to be – and this is sufficient to cause the green to fade. How lovely to stand in the midst of an evergreen forest, to hear the singing of the birds as they nest there, to watch the delicate movement of the branches as they sway in the wind, or as they serve as a resting place for the driven snow or reflect the glowing warmth of the bright sunshine. These are evergreens as God meant them to be. Much that we have on our lives is artificial – put on – like the balls and tinsel on the tree, attractive for a short time but hiding the true beauty of an inner life hid with Christ in God.

    The tree has been consigned to the junk pile! Its days of usefulness are over. Paul expressed a fear of such an experience when he wrote, But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection; lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway. (1Cor 9:27). Not lost – but useless. Dr. Barbour wrote: The ‘evergreen’ life is that which has found its supreme satisfaction in full surrender to God. May we fulfil His desire for us and be evergreen!

    For worthwhile reading in this same realm I would recommend the Moody Pocket Book, Green Leaf in Drought-time, by Isobel S. Kuhn.

    Do you ever get discouraged? Dishwashing time seems to favour this feeling. It serves as an especially good time to feel sorry for yourself. To help overcome this attack from Satan I post something challenging beside my kitchen sink. Currently it is a little article from the Fundamental Evangelistic Association. It reads: The present circumstance which presses so hard against you, (if surrendered to Christ) is the best shaped tool in the Father’s hand to chisel you for eternity. Trust Him, then. Do not push away the instrument lest you lose its work.

    I’d be glad to hear from you if you have a suggestion of goodies for another tea time.

    May 1967

    Springtime! Violets, tulips, and crocuses! Yes, and ... windows! I simply must get at them. The storm windows need to be removed and stored. The accumulation of winter’s dirt should be scrubbed off. The regular windows cry for a thorough cleaning and shining (takes elbow grease!). Then I can really enjoy them. Clear, brilliant, cozy– or cool-curtained windows do something for a woman. I couldn’t explain to an inquiring child how glass is made – but I do know this, I like it in windows, bright and shiny. And yet we work diligently to remove the smoggy covering from the inside and the outside to produce the feeling that we are not looking through a window. We want them to look right on the inside and we are also concerned with what they will let us see outside.

    For six weeks I looked from a hospital bed through a window and saw the unpainted siding of an adjacent building. Then a new hospital was opened. From my bed on the second floor I beheld a blue sky with soft fleecy clouds and the tops of the evergreen trees. What a morale booster! Turning from the window I found the lovely scene reflected in the wall mirror.

    How are our spiritual windows? Streaked? Hazy? In need of cleaning or polishing? The paraphrased Epistles (Living Letters) renders Titus 1:15: A person who is pure of heart sees goodness and purity in everything; but a person whose own heart is evil and untrusting finds evil in everything, for his dirty mind and rebellious heart colour all he sees and hears. Those around us will look very different through spiritual windows that have been cleansed by the Word. We will then understand that Mrs. A. is a bit grumpy because she really doesn’t know the joy of the Lord. It will be easy to

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