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Entries from April 1, 2011 - April 30, 2011

Thursday
Apr282011

A Startling Discovery in the Bathroom

It was a scene of annihilation.  Not one was left standing.

The perpetrator?

Mr. Nobody.  He is responsible for many things around here.  Elusive, invisible even.  Who is this Mr. Nobody?

I guess we'll never know.

Sunday
Apr242011

The Third Day

The sadness fills, despair takes hold
Darkness where there once was light
Before our eyes horrors unfold

The first day

Morning comes with no relief
All is wrong we hoped was right
And battered like him, our belief

The second day

An angel blinds and opens eyes
Weakness, death have been true might
From the grave he did arise

The third day

Saturday
Apr232011

Picture Christian, Picture Me...Be Very Afraid

Christian and I?  We are a complicated couple of people.  Put us together and you get...quite a combination.

This is why I treasure moments which result in a lot of laughs.

We were waiting in the car for Mike and Michaela.  Christian had unstrapped his seat belt, and was loose in the car.  He was antagonizing Eliana.  For torture purposes, I took out my camera.  He was quick though, and managed to leap into the back of the van.  We played peek-a-boo for a while, as he popped his head around the side of Eliana's seat like a cuckoo in a clock and I tried to take pictures of him before he disappeared again.

I got a few blurry shots of his face, and more than a few of the seat and the very top of his head and his fingers curled around the seat.

Then I put my camera away.  But I got out my phone.  With the touch of an icon on the screen I flipped the viewer so that it was taking pictures of what was on the screen side of the phone, my side of the phone.  Christian did not know this.

When he discovered what I was doing, a new game ensued.

There he goes again!

Vanished from my sight!

Laughing hysterically, trying to hide from the phone on the camera.

But then he came up with a new plan, a scheme that would bring about...

dismay? 

Consternation?

Oh, yes.  Pain, and dread, and fear.  Beware of the games you play with an eight-year-old boy. Beware!

Thursday
Apr212011

For God So Loved The World

It was a festival week.  The children of Israel were celebrating the Passover.

The Passover.  There was a time when God had moved among their ancestors in order to free them from slavery in Egypt.  God had provided the Israelites a way to escape judgment and death, which were coming to the land where they were being held captive.  He had instructed them through Moses to slaughter a lamb for each household, to take the blood of the lamb and put some above the door frame and along the sides of the doors of each house, and then to roast and eat the lamb.  God was going to pass through the land of Egypt and take the life of the first-born in each household, except the ones covered with the blood of the lamb. 

God gave the Israelites a substitute, a life for a life.  The lamb's blood was shed, and the Israelites' blood was not shed.  The blood of the lamb covered the Israelites and protected them from the wrath of a righteous God.

The Passover was an annual celebration, a week of commemorating the awesome way God had intervened in the history of this people.  This particular Passover was going to be different, though.  There would be blood shed again.  The blood of the Lamb.  Providing a way for a people to escape judgment and death. 

God gave us a substitute, a life for a life.  The Lamb's blood was shed, and our blood does not have to be shed.  The blood of the Lamb covers and protects us from the wrath of a righteous God.

I will remember.  As the blood was spread over the tops and sides of the doorframes, Jesus' hands were spread across a wooden beam.  His body was broken, his blood was poured out, his life was given.

Unlike the lamb of the first Passover Jesus was fully aware of what he would do in obedience to his Father.  He knew his Father's love, he loved those his Father had given to him, and he willingly laid down his life for those who were his.  He saw the suffering that was to come, and yet he saw the joy that was beyond that suffering.  He was beaten, he bled and died, because he loved us.  He loves us still.

Hebrews 12:1-2

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,  fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Thursday
Apr142011

They Crack Me Up

I rarely eggsagerrate, as you know.  I take eggstreme care to eggspress eggcerpts of our life eggsactly as they are eggsperienced by us Walkers.  I do get eggcited at times, but I aim for eggcellence in both the eggxhibition of and the eggsplanation of our eggceedingly eggceptional life.

Things don't always go as I would eggspect around here.  But I think it makes for an eggstra special eggsistence.  For eggsample, Michaela often eggsecutes eggstravagant hair-dos with her sister's long locks. But I found out today that this eggsercise does not belong eggsclusively to a sister.  Christian, too, has eggsperimented with eggsemplary skill to eggspertly and eggsquisitely decorate his younger sister's hair.  Let's eggsamine what he called "The Egg Braid".

Christian created this look with eggscruciating care, eggstensively eggxhorting Eliana to be still so she would not be hurt.   

It must have been an eggxhausting endeavor!  Sometimes he can eggsemplify patience.

Inhale, eggxhale...egg by egg; he eggspedicously attached plastic orbs to strands of Eliana's hair until her head was eggsorbitantly covered with a glorious array of pastel.

How did Eliana feel about this eggsplosion of eggs all about her?  She was eggsuberant regarding the eggsponential appearance of pink and yellow and purple in her hair!

It was eggciting to see the finished product!

However, as happens with most good things, even the time for such an eggstroidinary hair-do must eggspire.  As Eliana moved from being eggstatic to eggspostulating with any sympathetic ear about the possible eggstirpation of almost all of her hair I knew I would need to eggstract each egg quickly.

I am not an eggspert, but I believe we can eggstrapolate from this eggsperience that this is not a trend that we can eggspect to see on the Red Carpet any time soon.   And please eggscuse my eggcessive use of a certain word in the eggsposition of this afternoon.