Search it
Navigation
Recent Comments
Tuesday
Dec112012

There Was Something Red

I had an idea for a blog post.

Had.

What was it? Where did it go? There is a vague memory, a smile in my mind, something red.

Was it about Advent? An Advent reflection? Was it about the kids? Christian's red folder? My new red purse? Red corduroy pants? Mint M&Ms? (Some of them are red.)

Christian's hat? Michaela's piano recital? My empty laundry basket?

No, that's white. (But it is empty, and that is noteworthy.)

While I was looking for one book last night, I found another book, Dietrich Bonhoeffer's Christmas Sermons, but that can't be it, because I haven't read it yet, and anyway, that's "read," not "red." 

I hope that I think of it, because it made me smile. It might have made you smile too. Maybe it will yet.

There was something red.

Sunday
Dec092012

"Though the Darkness Hide Thee"

I love the song "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel." I love the plaintive cries, because those are the cries of my own heart. Are you, too, a lonely captive waiting for freedom, waiting for a Savior, waiting for cheer? When the final chorus rings out,"Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel / Shall come to thee, O Israel!" I can hardly stand it. For a moment, liberation! I want to raise my arms up high, as high as I can! I want to dance like David danced.

A captive doesn't dance. Only someone who is free can do that. The heart that is victorious, being led home...that heart can dance wildly and joyfully. 

Sometimes I want to dance, but lately I've been reading. I've been trying to listen. It's funny, too, the message I'm getting from different places...it's similar. It boils down to this: God loves. God loves me and the rest of the world; he loves his children, and as David Naugle in Reordered Love, Reordered Lives says,"out of extravagant love God created us to be happy in a proper relationship with him and his creation-our chief and total good."

God wants our good, he wants good for us. And we need him in order to find that good. In fact, it is only in him that we are able to find that good. He, and he alone, must save us and make us happy and whole.

How far is God willing to go in order to save us from sin and self-destruction? For, surely, that is where we end up when left to our own devices.

My pastor unexpectedly addressed this very thing in his sermon yesterday. He preached on Psalm 18:25-29, and he went as far as saying that God loves us so much that he identifies with us to the point of mimicking us. This thought made me squirm. Does it make you squirm? The thought of God mimicking us? It sounds outrageous. But the Psalm reads this way (I emphasized the parts that I myself was focusing on) (read: tripping all over):

25 With the merciful you show yourself merciful;
    with the blameless man you show yourself blameless;

26 with the purified you show yourself pure;
    and with the crooked you make yourself seem tortuous.

27 For you save a humble people,
    but the haughty eyes you bring down.
28 For it is you who light my lamp;
    the Lord my God lightens my darkness.
29 For by you I can run against a troop,
    and by my God I can leap over a wall. 

"You make yourself seem tortuous"? This clanged around in my head throughout the whole sermon, crashing from one lobe to the other, trying to find a way into my thoughts as something other than nonsensical. Apparently, the first thing I needed to do was look up tortuous. It must not mean what I thought it meant.

Tortuous: 1. full of twists, turns, or bends; twisting, winding, or crooked: tortuous path. 2. not direct or straightforward, as in procedure or speech;intricate; circuitous: tortuous negotiations 
lasting for months. 3. deceitfully indirect or morally crooked, as proceedings,methods, or policy; devious. 
(from dictionary.com) 

Wait! Here I am getting ahead of myself. I did not whip out my phone and look up this word in the middle of the sanctuary. I sat and listened. My pastor went on to say that we are the crooked ones, and the word in the text actually means bent out of shape, twisted. We are the sinful and the broken. (Well, I suppose I can relate to that! Just a little!) His take on this second part of verse 26 then led us directly to Advent. 

To help make his point, Pastor Ron shared a story from Brennan Manning's The Ragamuffin Gospel. Manning tells the story of a surgeon (Richard Selzer, from what I can gather, who told this story in Mortal Lessons: Notes on the Art of Surgery) who has had to cut a nerve in a woman's face in order to remove a tumor. The cut leaves her with a twisted mouth, and she asks if it will always be so. He must reply affirming that it will. She understands. Her husband is there and he smiles. "'I like it,' he says, 'It is kind of cute.'" Selzer goes on to say that the young man "'bends to kiss her crooked mouth and I am so close I can see how he twists his own lips to accommodate to hers, to show her that their kiss still works.'"

The twisted, the crooked...found out, closed in upon, pressed on intimately and passionately, and in like measure, by one who loves, without condition.

Here is where knowing this word tortuous shed light on my path, making straight what had been tortuous, indeed. 

We are the crooked, the bent out of shape and God comes to us in the God-Man Jesus. He meets us there in that humble hay-filled manger. Flesh and bone, weak and needy.

God meets us and becomes like we are. We are the (as Pastor Ron said) "disfigured men and women, boys and girls...this broken, sinful human race," and he bends low, no, he more than bends, he leaves his heavenly home altogether and takes on the flesh of man.

He meets us

But he doesn't want to leave us there, does he? As if the miracle of his incarnation isn't enough (the God of the universe becoming like us!), he shows his great love for us by working us, refining us, slowly shaping us into the bearers of his image that he intended for us to be, heirs with his Son, and actually making us like him! Like him

For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers.
Romans 8:29 

"Even in its ruined condition a human being is regarded by God as something immensely worth saving. Sin does not make you worthless, but only lost." - Dallas Willard in The Renovation of the Heart

I may be one lost, and you may be one lost, but worthless? No. No, we are of infinite value. And he is making us ever more lovely. A little at a time, he is showing us his face, he is breaking through the darkness, he is revealing his beauty, power, majesty, and glory. One day we will see him face to face. No more shall he be hidden. No more shall we be lost. 

And then? Oh, how shall we dance then?!

 

 

 

Saturday
Dec082012

When It Hurts to Love

So. I've been sad lately. I think part of it is something that sounds utterly ridiculous, but I am sure that it is affecting me.

Here goes. 

The Rangers have gotten rid of players that I love. 

They are in a rebuilding mode, and I don't like it. No one asked me, though. It turns out that baseball is hard on my heart. I get emotionally invested in these players; I love watching the way team members relate, and it's hard to imagine these guys on another team having the same relationships with other players on those different teams, teams that they have been practically enemies of during previous seasons. 

(Okay, enemies might be a little strong. But just a little.)

Mike Napoli is gone to the Red Sox. But, but, but...what about Derek Holland and the friendship they have, and how well they work together when Holland is on the mound and Nap's behind the plate? How do you just move on from that?!

And Michael Young is off to Philadelphia. After twelve years, being hailed as the team captain and leader, he's gone. This makes me sad. 

I wonder if it makes them sad. Or if it truly is just business for them. 

There is talk of other players who will likely be gone by the time next season rolls around. I'm not sure if I'm going to make it! I guess I better toughen up, though, because they're changing things up. 

Baseball. I love it, even though it hurts.

Friday
Dec072012

My Head Is as Messy as My House...

Mike is reading to the big kids. He is reading The Two Towers. A minute ago, Christian busted out laughing. It makes me happy that these kids get Tolkien's humor. 

My house looks like an Elf on the Shelf convention took place here; a great number of naughty elves have made their mark. Yes, let's blame it on the elves. 

Someone left a comment on Mindee's blog regarding the Elf on the Shelf. She said,"If someone is going to be posing an elf doll around my house, it had better look like Legolas from Lord of the Rings." This made me laugh right out loud. 

I thought about doing a post about my laundry (I know you're disappointed that I changed my mind), and it was going to be like Let's Make a Deal. "What's behind Door Number One?" [Picture of what's behind door number one-a huge pile of laundry, and I mean huge, like enough to fill our bathtub.] "What's behind Door Number Two?" [Picture of what's behind door number two-four huge piles of laundry, actually in the laundry room.] Do you even want to know what's behind door number three? Or four? Or five? (Hint: It's not a goat, nor is it a car.)

I'll be doing laundry tomorrow, by the way. 

Reordered Love, Reordered Lives is very good. I highly recommend it. I'm not even close to being done, but it's already one of my favorite books ever. (Maybe part of the "reordered lives" includes the laundry situation?)

And just because...

 

There's more random where that came from, but I'll spare you for now. 

Thursday
Dec062012

[Insert a Wonderful Title Here] (I'll Take Suggestions)

Something hasn't been right with me all day. I've had a terrible headache, and I've felt a teensy bit nauseated. 

Pregnancy is not even remotely a suspect, so get that right out of your heads.

Last night I had a bad ending to my night. It was kind of weird, actually. I (very naughtily) had a late Pepsi, along with some crackers. I started to feel yucky (this particular Pepsi was not the first for the day) and a blog post that I read as I drank the Pepsi made me think about things. So, I was feeling yucky in my tummy and yucky in my heart and head.

I'm being obvoxiously vague. I know it, and I'm very sorry. I'm kind of thinking out loud. Or...still in my head, but on the internet? Very annoying of me. 

I was thinking about these things, things that were hard to think about. Hard because it was like someone I didn't know was shining a light on me and calling out,"Okay, which habit/mistake/bad decision are we going to talk about first here?!"

I started to cry and I couldn't stop. And I don't even know why. I just felt all shaken up. I felt anxiety and fear about my doctor's appointment from earlier in the day. I felt guilty for leaving so many things undone around the house, and for the literal mountains of dirty laundry that have accumulated. And the Pepsi had not helped matters. I was despairing. And the funny thing is, I had just spoken with the nurse practitioner at my appointment about my struggle with depression. I said,"For the last couple of years, it has been manageable." And I totally meant it.

Then, BAM! Uncontrollable tears! Sadness and woe! What the heck?! 

Hormones are so awesome. (No, no they're not. They're a pain.)

After that wacko evening, I was determined to make changes today. So, today is Day 1: no soda, no candy. I won't lie. I had Lucky Charms for a snack after dinner tonight. But...it has vitamins and minerals. So...what I'm saying is I didn't eat 27 mini-Snickers today. Not even one, actually. And I can't say that today was great, because, as I said before, I have felt weird all day. (Mike is sick, so it's entirely possible that it's in my head, and I'm psyching myself out. Hello, hypochondria! Good times.) Maybe it's partly my body's reaction to cutting out a huge portion of what it has gotten accustomed to taking in in a day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better?

I want to end on a happy note, and I can't think of a better way than to share this song with you. We hear it on the radio and there is not a head that isn't bobbing, nor a mouth that isn't smiling. And, I'll confess, there might be some teary eyes (but...I just can't help it. Apparently, I'm a crier.)

 

 

Errors occurred while processing template[pageRendered/journal.st]:
StringTemplate Error: Can't parse chunk: {settingHomePageKBArticle}" target="_blank">Learn how.</a></li>
<li>If you have already selected a front page, make sure it is enabled. Click on the Cubes icon (top right) and then click the "enable page" button.</li>
</ol>
</div>

: expecting '"', found '<EOF>'
StringTemplate Error: problem parsing template 'pageRendered/noDefaultModule': null
StringTemplate Error: problem parsing template 'pageRendered/noDefaultModule': null