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Our Amazing First President, George Washington

2/20/2017

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George Washington, who was born on February 22, 1732, was inaugurated as our first president on April 30, 1789 at Federal Hall in New York City. With numerous witnesses assembled for the historic occasion, he stepped onto the outdoor balcony and requested an open Bible, upon which he placed his right hand and took the oath of office. At the conclusion, the church bells pealed, the artillery roared, and the applause thundered.

Our new President went inside and spoke with a gravity and solemnity that befitted the anointing of our nation.
He began, "It would be peculiarly improper to omit, in this first official act, my fervent supplication to that Almighty Being, who rules over the universe, who presides in the councils of nations, and whose providential aids can supply every human defect, that His benediction may consecrate to the liberties and happiness of the people of the United States ... No people can be bound to acknowledge and adore the invisible hand which conducts the affairs of men more than the people of the United States. Every step by which they have advanced to the character of an independent nation seems to have been distinguished by some token of providential agency ... We ought to be no less persuaded that the propitious smiles of Heaven can never be expected on a nation that disregards the eternal rules of order and right, which Heaven itself has ordained."    Peter Marshall and David Manuel, The Light and the Glory​ (Fleming H. Revell: Grand Rapids, MI, 1977), 349. 
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Christmas Tomorrow

12/24/2016

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​Christmas Tomorrow
By Ann Brubaker Greenleaf Wirtz
 
Yes, the busy days are drawing down,
The end of many trips to town;
The gifts are chosen and under the tree,
Some for you and some for me.
 
For family far away this year,
Packages sent early draw us near;
Filled with gifts to bring great joy,
Pictures and clothes and delightful toys.
 
Throughout the home Christmas shines holy and bright,
With candles, and holly, and colorful lights
That adorn the tree and cast a glow
Upon the nativity nestled below.
 
Ornaments speak to that moment so clear,
When purchased or received from someone dear;
A twinkling Santa face, hand-made by my mother
Is a treasure to me, one like no other.
 
December has now too quickly passed,
Can we slow down the days and make them last?
My eyes feast upon each tender scene,
Drawing in the beauty of what it means.
 
For soon this month will see its end,
As the New Year’s celebration sends
Us forth into another year,
With memories to cherish and keep so near.
 
My prayer for the family and friends I love,
Grateful, I am, to the Lord above,
Who gives me hope and guides my way,
May He bless each one, every coming, new day.
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Autumn Time:  A Simple Poem About an Enduring Truth

10/5/2016

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Red bittersweet on the mantle,
​An orange pumpkin by the door,
Yellow mums, so bright and cheery,
From the local store;
Each fills my heart with gladness
This autumnal time of year,
Each calls me to remember
Those I hold especially dear.
 
For autumn brings reflection,
As deep colors paint the trees,
A time to contemplate the past
While raking up the leaves.
 
Mother is gone, and Daddy,
Their presence no longer near,
But I always remember their loving ways
Every fall of the calendar year.
 
For Daddy would rake and burn the leaves
And put an apple on a stick,
And we would roast this juicy treat,
Being careful not to lick.
 
And mother would cut some bittersweet
And trim it for her vase,
This lovely “Ode to Autumn”
Gave our room a touch of grace.
                                                      
Do you, too, have tender memories,        
Ones you hold so dear?                           
Does fall impart the same response,        
As it brings the past so near?

Yes, autumn is filled with treasured scenes
Of life and moments clear.
To me it is unquestionably
My favorite time of year!

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A Life Journey

8/27/2016

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Two meaningful events are occurring, just a week apart.  First, my Bible Study that accompanies Hand of Mercy, A Story of God's Grace is now available as a free download. It's located on my web page, the last item in the "Books" section above.

Writing Hand of Mercy was a 5-year journey, culminating in its release in 2015. I was inspired along the way to write and include “A Deeper Reflection” at the end of each chapter, its questions and answers the basis of the Bible Study. Readers of this amazing, true story about former atheist Joseph “Joe” Nowicki and his family, as shared by his son, Gene Andrews, will have the opportunity to delve more deeply into what the Bible says about their life experiences and Joe's salvation experience. This extra reflection about the various events that occurred helps us understand how God works in all our lives. 

Included in Hand of Mercy is a chapter about my late first husband, Arie Greenleaf, and the struggle his life journey took after his first wife died, and how this impacted our marriage years later.  Faith can be hard to hold onto when a loved one dies.  Sometimes, we discover “faith” was just a word.
 
I had the blessed opportunity to lead this study in early 2016. What a delightful, memorable time the ladies in my group and I had together, learning more about our Dear Lord, sharing our hearts, growing in our knowledge and wisdom of the Bible.  I have included a picture of this precious group of friends.


Pictured L to R:
Front Row:  Karen Locher, Lynn Jones, Ann Wirtz, Beth Gartner
Back Row:  Sally Felker, Anne Little, Carolyn Trapp, Leanna Sain (blue shirt)
​                    Carol Patterson, Mary Ruth Nichols
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​The second meaningful event is my 50th High School Reunion.  My dear friend, Mary Bewig Vermillon, and I have known each other since second grade and are taking a road trip to St. Louis from Hendersonville, North Carolina, to attend the reunion.  We both live in this lovely, mountain community, a fact we only discovered a few years ago!  To say we are excited about this trip is an understatement.
 
As the weekend approaches, I have been communicating with friends I’ve known for more than a half century, yikes, each of us thrilled with anticipation at being together again.  The maid of honor at my wedding in 1967 just recently "found" me after  we had been out of touch for over 30 years.  Mentioning names can be risky because someone might be left out, and I am so excited to see everyone I knew at Webster Groves High School, but I do want to express my absolute wonder at seeing Jan Schnieders Pagoulatos, Ginny Burch Reed, Linda Monroe Yust, and Patricia Corrigan.  That we are going to see each other is stunning, simply stunning.
 
While our short visit won’t allow for detailed stories, we can be sure that each life has been a personal journey of joy and sadness, accomplishment and defeat.  Life is very predictable that way.  Being from Webster Groves and Baby Boomer students of the 1950s and early ’60s, we have been encouraged to have an extra measure of confidence and optimism.  We were the children of the Greatest Generation, and our fathers and mothers fought overseas and served on the home front to give us the freedom to be ourselves, with nothing holding us back.  In reality we gained our strength to go forward in life from the quiet enjoyment of literature, from the quiet walk or bike ride down a neighborhood street, from the quiet moments of prayer in church.  As 1966 high school graduates, our childhood was the calm before the storm of the escalation of the terrible Vietnam War. Society changed dramatically, then, and the value of peaceful, quiet pursuit got lost in the extremes that dominated culture.

Despite the societal intensity that has only increased these past 50 years, truth still prevails. 
 
Isaiah 30:15 eloquently expresses this reality:
 
“For thus says the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel:
‘In returning and rest you shall be saved;
In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.’ ”
 
We are preparing to return to the lovely, mid-western community that nurtured our dreams and gave us a foundation to soar.  May we reflect, with gratitude, on our good fortune to have lived when and where we did.  For the Class of ’66, each life journey has been formed and truly blessed by the unique compassion and energy of our town, Webster Groves.
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A Moment in Time

11/4/2015

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."This was a moment in time
when lightning and rain could not overcome
the glory of the sunrise.
In life, the Glory and Light of the Son of God, Jesus Christ,
will overcome the darkest hour,
if we, with even the smallest faith, turn to Him."
Hand of Mercy by Ann Greenleaf Wirtz

My Dear Son, Arie T. Greenleaf, took this photograph the morning his son, my grandson Arie Aarush, was born in 2013.

Hand of Mercy is a true story and is now available through amazon.com. It will be available for Kindle the week of November 9, with other ebook options soon to follow.

With "A Deeper Reflection" at the end of each chapter, thought provoking questions and relevant Scripture lend themselves to either an individual or to a group study.

Dear Reader, may you be blessed by the evidence of God's mercy on this family, knowing His mercy extends
to you, as well!



Purchase Hand of Mercy here.
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Hand of Mercy ready for Pre-order!

10/12/2015

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A dear friend from my Webster Groves High School days recently shared on FB how publishing a new book is like giving birth. Indeed it is!  Although it took nearly five years instead of nine months, this writing journey has been a labor of joy from beginning to end.  

I have a favorite verse from Scripture that explains how any of my writing is accomplished, Zechariah 4:6.  
" 'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,' says the Lord of hosts."
  
To this I say, "Amen!" 

I'm so grateful to my dearest husband, Patrick, for his loving support and encouragement, and to my dear friends, Dr. Bob and Anne Little who told me about this story and introduced me to Gene Andrews.  Hand of Mercy is about Gene's father and family and how our Dear Lord reached His hand into their lives and brought healing and salvation.  It's a story of hope and encouragement, truth and enlightenment. 

Hand of Mercy is now available as a Pre-order through Amazon - see the link below.  It will soon be an Ebook, and the actual hard-copy will be launched on October 30.

Thank you for your interest in my writing.  I'm sorry I have not been able to blog in the past months.  My dear mother-in-law, Helen, has been in a severe decline and died on September 27.  She was my best friend and I miss her terribly.  I am so grateful for the years of love and support she gave me - I am blessed beyond words.  I rejoice she is home with her Lord and Savior, our Dear Jesus, and with her family she loved and missed so deeply.  She was the last one to go, and I know she longed to be with them in heaven.

Thank you for purchasing Hand of Mercy, may it bless you in the reading as it has blessed me in the writing!

HOM is now on amazon for pre-order: http://www.amazon.com/Hand-Mercy-Story-Gods-Grace/dp/1620205327/ref=sr_1_cc_3?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1444384432&sr=1-3-catcorr&keywords=ann+wirtz
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“Better Yet”

6/14/2015

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I placed the small china cup on the shelf above the kitchen sink, and there it has remained. While there have been different shelves these forty years, and often a window sill, as now, the small china cup has been a faithful kitchen adornment ever since, always in easy view near the sink.

The little white cup, rimmed with a thin blue line, was purchased one summer day from an old, weathered antique store on the side of an isolated country road in southeastern Wisconsin. Written in gold on the back of the cup were the words "Souvenir of Luxemburg, Wisc."

Situated not far from Green Bay, home of the state's beloved NFL football team, the Packers, Luxemburg is on the lower half of the peninsula that tips with the quaint villages of Door County. At the time, I didn't know my geography well-enough to place the location, but I did know a find when I saw one.

Nestling the small cup in the palm of my hand, I studied the design on the front. Two little Dutch boys in wooden shoes and traditional garb pointed to a message bannered between them; a windmill faintly edged the canal in the background. Claiming a bit of Dutch heritage through my grandmother, a Vandivert, I was immediately drawn to the colorful drawing. It was the wise saying, however, that especially spoke to my heart.

In light script across the banner was a proverb written in the dialect of the Netherlands:

"It iss mutch better yet to shmile efen if it hurts your face."

Smiling in response, I immediately agreed with this bit of charming wisdom. So much so, it has guided my perspective a count beyond number over the years. There is a Bible verse I also love with a similar truth I have embraced, eloquent in the King James Version:

"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones (Proverbs 17:22).

These are wise words, both those printed on my little cup and those in the Bible. I strive to live my life accordingly, sometimes succeeding, sometimes not.

Perhaps I could pen a companion proverb to sum up my efforts:

"It iss mutch better yet to try efen if I fail."


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Reflections on Memorial Day, 2015... A Letter from My Father

5/22/2015

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Picnics at the park...
watermelon, hamburgers, fried chicken in a bucket;
Swimming at the local pool...
diving, splashing, stroking down the lane;
Visits to the cemetery...
flowers, prayers, memories that abide;
Flags of red, white and blue...
the Stars and Stripes of our great land.
This is America on Memorial Day.

Why the celebration?
Insight from the words of a soldier...
excerpts from a letter to my aunt and uncle;
Germany, May 22, 1945...
my father, Ken Brubaker;
Once a farm boy from southwestern Kansas...
now driving a tank across Europe.

"Folks, it's a business that is hard to describe, for me anyway...
When you move into a burning town
throwing everything you have at it...
and you see little kids the size of Kenny Lee on up,
scared to death and trying to get out of the way,
you realize that war is really hell.
My earnest hope is that the American mothers and kiddies
never, never have to go through anything like it.
It's strictly no good...

"We were the first ones to hit Hitler's most dreaded Concentration Camp
which was right north of Munich called Dachau.
Folks, there is no way of describing that place.
There were 32,000 prisoners there, more dead than alive
and on one railroad siding there were 39 box cars with an average
of 50 bodies on each one, some more, some less.
You could smell the place easily 10 miles away...

"After seeing things like that
one realizes what an unhuman [sic], ruthless,
nasty bunch these monkies are.

"The S.S. guards were really taken care of at Dachau
by the American soldiers in one big way.
If anything the taking care lasted too shortly.
Anything was too good for those birds.

"Needless to say we are all glad it is over over here
and wished we could say the same for the Pacific.
It will be a great day when things have settled back to normal again.
I for one will be plenty tickled to be with the wife and son again.

"Well folks 'tis past bed time so will sign off.
Hope all of you are well.
Personally I feel like a million.
This rugged life in one sense of the word is quite the thing
for an old "35 year older" I guess. Ha."

Memorial Day, 2015, seventy years later...
I pause to reflect;
The history of the American celebration...
to honor the veterans who died during the Civil War;
The remembrance beginning in 1866...
with flowers, with colors, with prayers.

Today, we honor all who've served and continue to serve out country...
grateful for soldiers who have fought for the freedoms we cherish;
Those who lived and those who died...
each one fighting to keep free the faith and traditions we hold dear.

So, in memory of my father...
this poem;
Thank you, Dad, for your brave sacrifice and service...
I miss you so much!
Your loving daughter,
Ann Brubaker Greenleaf Wirtz


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The Old Photograph

4/12/2015

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Invocation for the Henderson County Genealogical and Historical Society Meeting, April 11, 2015; Ann Greenleaf Wirtz
  Program:  Unlocking the Hidden Treasures of the Baker Barber Photo Collection; Presenter, Ron Partin

Give me an old photograph, any day,
Life captured in black and white;
The lines, the edges, and curves
Clearly defined by the dark and the light:
The natural world a seeming silhouette, simple and pure, wild and epic;
The structure a declarative statement, sturdy and bold, grand and poor;
The people a reflective study, somber and joyful, family and stranger;
Our curiosity taking hold,
We pause to contemplate:
What was life like back then?
How were challenges met?
Did faith make the difference, as now for some?
Our imagination is set to wondering,
For color gives clues and color gives facts,
But black and white is a mystery waiting to be told.


Dear Father, Life has many mysteries that arouse our curiosity.  When we contemplate the past through the old photograph, through the old writing, through the old keepsake, we are struck by the scope of time and by all that has happened...and by all that has changed.  We are grateful that You alone are unchanging, Your love ever constant as events unfold, and time marches on, and mysteries mount.  Thank You for clues, for memories, for faith that protects and saves in the darkest hour.  Thank You for life abundant through the ages, the thread of life that has overcome war and famine and disease.  As we contemplate the past, we pray for Your continued guidance and mercy on the future.
In the name of Jesus I pray, Amen.







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April 05th, 2015

4/5/2015

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a F.I.N.D. ~ Choosing Hope

 
Happy Easter!

As I contemplate the wonder of Easter, the Resurrection of Jesus from the tomb ~ Hallelujah! ~ I seek a greater understanding of what it means to believe in this Day of days… what does it actually mean to believe in Jesus?

Why Jesus, anyway?

Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life (John 8:12 NKJV).

Light brings clarity: 

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path (Psalm 118:105 KJV).

The Word of God brings us clarity about Jesus:

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time (1 Peter 1:3-5 NASB).

How is it possible to love and hope in Him?

We love Him because He first loved us (1 John 4:19 NKJV).

Why believe in Jesus?

We believe because our hope comes from Him:

My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold, I shall not be shaken (Psalm 62:5-6 NASB).

Happy Easter, indeed!

 

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