Yesterday, a childhood friend (I used to be her babysitter) sent a Facebook post, showing a landmark in our hometown of Oakdale, Pennsylvania. It's an old log cabin, perched on a steep hillside above a creek. It was known as the Boy Scouts Cabin because that's were the scouts met. Because it sat alone on that part of the hill, in a wooded area, it had a mysterious air about it.
From the main road at the bottom of the hill, a path wended it's way to the top. The path began with a sturdy bridge across Chartiers Creek before the steep climb began. At the very top of that climb, the path became much steeper. Above that was a paved road and houses. Leveling a place for the road simply became a push of dirt to the open side. They couldn't very well pile it in someone one's front yard, now could they?
In fact, there were three blocks of houses and an empty field above that. The friend who posted lived at the highest point of the housing section. I lived just down the hill from her. Later, that empty field became a housing development.
That path often challenged thoughtless kids in winter and kids in a hurry in summer. It always seemed shorter to take that path back and forth between downtown and home. Few of us dared it at night, however. Off to the side of that same housing area we lived in was the Boys' Industrial Home.
The home began as an orphanage, but when the state took it over, it became a home for juveniles. Older, "better behaved" boys were allowed to run errands off the grounds. Truthfully, the grounds weren't hard for them to escape because there were no fences. Just shrubs. It was the main reason few of us dared to use that path after dark, unless there were several of us. Even then, our adrenaline would be urging us to hurry to the street light and hopefully, safety, at the street above the path. That dark, brooding, silent cabin among those tall trees was eerie-scary to a kid even as a teenager.
Over the years, the cabin has fallen into disrepair, probably unused. Fortunately, a company from West Virginia is planning to restore it. And, they're planning to televise it. That is so exciting! I hope I can catch it on TV. Just yesterday, I remarked how Americans think new is better than old and we've destroyed a lot of interesting history in the name of "progress." Europeans don't do that and I admired them for the way they would use what was literally centuries old instead of rushing into new, square boxes of glass and steel. In the town where we lived, the oldest house was built in 1609 and it was still occupied!
I remember Boy Scout Cabin for a number of reasons, but since I was rarely in it, I remember the hill and the path more vividly. In spring, I would gather violets under the trees along the creek bank. It would make me wonder what it looked like before civilization changed so much of it. It was such a pretty place in spite of being hemmed in by a busy road and houses.
My friend Jeanne's older brother, Jim, once went down that hill on ice skates. I was very impressed, but my older brother, Art, said he'd do it. Not me.
But, the memory that I think of every time that hill comes to mind is the day Bonnie, Jeanne, and I were sled riding down that narrow, rut filled path. It was so rough, it's a wonder someone didn't get seriously hurt on it. On that particular day, Bonnie and Jeanne decided to go down the hill on the sled together, Bonnie guiding, Jeanne the passenger on top of her. Only sissies sat up on sleds. We all hurtled down hills face first.
Down they went on that day, head first. Sparks flew when their sled hit a rock that had lost it's blanket of snow. But, it was at the bottom that my heart clogged my throat and my mind froze at the sight of my friend's sled heading for one of the upright metal poles on the bridge. I was sure I was going to have to call for an ambulance. They would either be dead or brain damaged for life. That hill was steep and we FLEW down it. They were heading, face first toward a three foot, hollow metal pipe, filled with cement. It really was a sturdy bridge.
At the last second, the sled runner hit the metal pipe that spanned the creek as the base of the bridge. That adjusted their path and they glided smoothly across the bridge before they stopped and returned to the top of the hill, laughing. Heart still in my throat and beating wildly, I couldn't laugh. I think that ended our sled riding on Boy Scout Cabin Hill that day, but not my memories of it.
Friday, July 31, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Surrender
I quit. Surrender. Kaput. Whatever you want to call it. Every time I sit down at the computer in an effort to find an agent who will assist me in publicizing my books, I get frustrated with the computer and my ignorance of it as well as overwhelmed at the professional world that I don't even know how to open the door, let alone walk through it. As my mother would say, I'm in the wrong pew.
Earlier in the week, something happened on Facebook that so tore me apart, I realized I just don't fit in this world anymore. I'm not willing to be as mean-spirited as I've been accused of being. There's no disagreeing with some people or they start a fight and I refuse to go there.
It reminds me of the time I was babysitting for two grandchildren of a colonel. The four year old boy was recovering from pneumonia and being cooped up for a week had him well wired for trouble. His two year old sister was sitting on my lap and he was beside me while I was reading a book to them. She reached across me and just touched him with her finger. Just touched him. He hauled back and punched her in the mouth with his fist! With his fist! In her mouth! I was so shocked, all I could say was a reproving, "Oh, Honey!"
You'd have thought I had punched him with my fist. He went into an immediate rage, literally screaming, "I'm telling my mother you beat me! And, she'll believe me!" I didn't doubt it. Shaking like a leaf, I went to the kitchen and fixed their lunch, all the while listening to his pent up rage because I disagreed with the way he responded to his sister's touch. I fixed their macaroni and cheese a little differently than their mother and they loved it. After lunch, they went down for a nap. With great trepidation, I watched them approach me when they wakened from their naps, unsure if the bombs would continue to explode. He didn't say a word. In fact, he was quite loving. Mom returned shortly after and all I said to her was that he was unhappy with me for a little while before lunch and a nap. His grandmother told me later about the macaroni and cheese.
Do you see what I'm trying to say? We are simply not allowed to disagree with others or they go off on you. Everyone is so angry. Since the subject I write about is in direct opposition to the current PC, I realized I'm not equipped to deal with that kind of combatant attitude. As we age, we wise up and simmer down.
Is that cowardice? I don't think so. I began my Bible reading in Romans yesterday and the first chapter of that book makes clear what God has to say about sexuality outside of marriage-straight or gay. If people are going to revile God for what He's said, what makes me think I can convince anyone to pay attention to Him and His Word? That was Biblical confirmation of my decision.
Then, when it came to seeking an agent, the criteria for taking on a new client is so far above me, I'm not going to waste their time or mine. One said to have a new, bold idea. The example she used was a couple who were tired of child-rearing advice from 70 year olds, so they wrote a book about Gen- xers advice for rearing children. Wonder how that's working? I'm 71, going on 72 and I'm trying to gently share the good news that God's way is best when it comes to sex and I'm stupid enough to think 20 somethings are going to believe me? That's not working for me!
Publishers and agents are in it for the money. If I want to be paid for my writing efforts, I need an agent and a traditional publisher. I don't fault them or resent them for that, but I also am highly intimidated by their criteria. If taught, I'm sure I could run with them, but I'm not and they're not going to take the time to teach me. Give it up. Move on. I'm not by any stretch of the imagination sorry for the past year. It's been an adventure I'll cherish, but it's light's out.
Having said all this, I also have to say this is not the first time I've quit something and the Lord said, "NO!" The first time I recall was in Hawaii. One of the chaplains was our Sunday School teacher. He did NOT believe Revelations, mocked it in every way he could. It was disgusting. As he stood there pontificating, I thought, That's it. I'm out of here. I'm going back to the church on the other side of town.
But, the Lord said "NO! You stay right where you are. I have work for you to do." Shortly after, a woman came from Campus Crusade for Christ who's Bible study changed my life. After months of her discipling, I had more work in that chapel than I thought possible.
The second time I recall was at Moody Bible Institute. I'm sure I mentioned before that I returned to college at the age of 45 and graduated 2 years later at the age of 47-exactly 30 years after high school graduation. I'm a late bloomer, so sue me. Anyway, I was in chapel, listening to eulogies of the six people who'd died over the summer. It began to embarrass me to realize that, as a grandmother, I was attempting to live the life of a 20 something. I told myself to grow up, act my age and get a job. Again, the Lord told me to keep going. Again, He brought about vital life changes.
I had peace the instant I told the Lord I was quitting as of that moment. That was my first confirmation that I had made the right decision. I also said I was willing to continue if that was His will for me, but... I will continue to stay in touch via this blog and Facebook, but emotionally and physically, I cannot afford to continue to search for agents and traditional publishers. Financially, self-publishing, which I really liked, is prohibitive in cost. Somewhere along the line, I read the statistic that self-published authors get a return of an average of 8% of what they've invested. I'm doing a little better than that. I'm at about 12%, but it's too rich for out blood to be a hobby.
Sometimes, the Lord allows us to struggle until we come to the end of ourselves, then He takes up the issue and brings it to fruition. Would I like it to be like that? Absolutely. I love to write. Been a passion all my life. And, I truly care about people who've messed up their lives and want to change. How will they know that the Lord offers an even better life if people in the church are not living it? At the moment, it's Soyanara, I quit. Surrender. Kaput. No mas.
Earlier in the week, something happened on Facebook that so tore me apart, I realized I just don't fit in this world anymore. I'm not willing to be as mean-spirited as I've been accused of being. There's no disagreeing with some people or they start a fight and I refuse to go there.
It reminds me of the time I was babysitting for two grandchildren of a colonel. The four year old boy was recovering from pneumonia and being cooped up for a week had him well wired for trouble. His two year old sister was sitting on my lap and he was beside me while I was reading a book to them. She reached across me and just touched him with her finger. Just touched him. He hauled back and punched her in the mouth with his fist! With his fist! In her mouth! I was so shocked, all I could say was a reproving, "Oh, Honey!"
You'd have thought I had punched him with my fist. He went into an immediate rage, literally screaming, "I'm telling my mother you beat me! And, she'll believe me!" I didn't doubt it. Shaking like a leaf, I went to the kitchen and fixed their lunch, all the while listening to his pent up rage because I disagreed with the way he responded to his sister's touch. I fixed their macaroni and cheese a little differently than their mother and they loved it. After lunch, they went down for a nap. With great trepidation, I watched them approach me when they wakened from their naps, unsure if the bombs would continue to explode. He didn't say a word. In fact, he was quite loving. Mom returned shortly after and all I said to her was that he was unhappy with me for a little while before lunch and a nap. His grandmother told me later about the macaroni and cheese.
Do you see what I'm trying to say? We are simply not allowed to disagree with others or they go off on you. Everyone is so angry. Since the subject I write about is in direct opposition to the current PC, I realized I'm not equipped to deal with that kind of combatant attitude. As we age, we wise up and simmer down.
Is that cowardice? I don't think so. I began my Bible reading in Romans yesterday and the first chapter of that book makes clear what God has to say about sexuality outside of marriage-straight or gay. If people are going to revile God for what He's said, what makes me think I can convince anyone to pay attention to Him and His Word? That was Biblical confirmation of my decision.
Then, when it came to seeking an agent, the criteria for taking on a new client is so far above me, I'm not going to waste their time or mine. One said to have a new, bold idea. The example she used was a couple who were tired of child-rearing advice from 70 year olds, so they wrote a book about Gen- xers advice for rearing children. Wonder how that's working? I'm 71, going on 72 and I'm trying to gently share the good news that God's way is best when it comes to sex and I'm stupid enough to think 20 somethings are going to believe me? That's not working for me!
Publishers and agents are in it for the money. If I want to be paid for my writing efforts, I need an agent and a traditional publisher. I don't fault them or resent them for that, but I also am highly intimidated by their criteria. If taught, I'm sure I could run with them, but I'm not and they're not going to take the time to teach me. Give it up. Move on. I'm not by any stretch of the imagination sorry for the past year. It's been an adventure I'll cherish, but it's light's out.
Having said all this, I also have to say this is not the first time I've quit something and the Lord said, "NO!" The first time I recall was in Hawaii. One of the chaplains was our Sunday School teacher. He did NOT believe Revelations, mocked it in every way he could. It was disgusting. As he stood there pontificating, I thought, That's it. I'm out of here. I'm going back to the church on the other side of town.
But, the Lord said "NO! You stay right where you are. I have work for you to do." Shortly after, a woman came from Campus Crusade for Christ who's Bible study changed my life. After months of her discipling, I had more work in that chapel than I thought possible.
The second time I recall was at Moody Bible Institute. I'm sure I mentioned before that I returned to college at the age of 45 and graduated 2 years later at the age of 47-exactly 30 years after high school graduation. I'm a late bloomer, so sue me. Anyway, I was in chapel, listening to eulogies of the six people who'd died over the summer. It began to embarrass me to realize that, as a grandmother, I was attempting to live the life of a 20 something. I told myself to grow up, act my age and get a job. Again, the Lord told me to keep going. Again, He brought about vital life changes.
I had peace the instant I told the Lord I was quitting as of that moment. That was my first confirmation that I had made the right decision. I also said I was willing to continue if that was His will for me, but... I will continue to stay in touch via this blog and Facebook, but emotionally and physically, I cannot afford to continue to search for agents and traditional publishers. Financially, self-publishing, which I really liked, is prohibitive in cost. Somewhere along the line, I read the statistic that self-published authors get a return of an average of 8% of what they've invested. I'm doing a little better than that. I'm at about 12%, but it's too rich for out blood to be a hobby.
Sometimes, the Lord allows us to struggle until we come to the end of ourselves, then He takes up the issue and brings it to fruition. Would I like it to be like that? Absolutely. I love to write. Been a passion all my life. And, I truly care about people who've messed up their lives and want to change. How will they know that the Lord offers an even better life if people in the church are not living it? At the moment, it's Soyanara, I quit. Surrender. Kaput. No mas.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Keep it real
We just finished watching a Netflix movie. It was part of an 8 hour made-for-TV movie. I couldn't wait to see it. I feel that way about almost all of the movies we get, but I was especially excited to see this one. Through 3 discs and 7 one hour segments, I was kept guessing as to who dunnit. The movie managed to keep secret who the culprit was until the very last minute of the 8th hour.
To be honest, that's not the only reason I like to watch movies from Netflix. We still get them via snail mail, as opposed to streaming. When we first joined Netflix, we were getting both, but then they started charging for both. I called and asked if the same movies were available either way. The answer was no. The studios decide what is streamed, so we stuck with snail mail. I knew there was no way American studios would believe we prefer English stories over their own.
So sorry to say this, but the English tell a good story and we Americans too often depend on the special effects instead of good writing. So many authors and studios in this country seem to have a fixation on Jason Sanbourne. The hero crashes his car without injury, runs for 30 minutes, leaps off tall building sans Superman's cape, crashes through glass windows, continues to run, gets shot, and keeps going. You get the picture. Unrealistic and boring. Except for "Red" and "Red 2," but those 2 movies did not take themselves seriously. It was camp all the way and fun to watch-which I've done several times.
If it's a romance, the sex is often so graphic it disgusts me. Hollywood did NOT invent good sex, let alone sex. Period. They just haven't gotten the message, yet. The good news is that I have noticed over the years some of those authors who were quite graphic in their early writing have dialed it back and I'm grateful. If I'm reading a book that has graphic sex, I skip over that. Another thing I skip over is detailed descriptions of jobs or hobbies. Supposedly, people are fascinated with that. Not me. To me, it just seems like words are added to make the book longer. I'm an author, so I know about "fillers."
If it's an American comedy, the language is usually so foul I can't bear to listen to it. My mother taught me that foul language meant a lack of intelligence. Good writing does not need superhumans without a costume or cape, graphic sex, or foul language. Nor does it need the crudeness of even children's movies and cartoons. One famous star whose name escapes me at the moment made the comment that the movie he made with his son had none of that because the better fruit is not on the bottom branches, indicating that writing and acting takes work and so much of Hollywood is settling for the easy way out.
Another thing I don't like about American movies is the graphic violence. I don't need all that blood and gore to get the message. Over the years, we've watched many, many movies from England and they've kept us entertained and they have little to none of that in them.
Then, too, the English hire actors just like the people you would meet if you went to the police station, or the newspaper office, the grocery store, or your next door neighbor. They're not all dolled up. They haven't had plastic surgery. Every hair is not in place. In fact, they often wear more makeup when they're being interviewed than on screen. That makes them seem more real. They're not depending on their appearance to sell the story. The story speaks for itself.
Having said all that, I have noticed that more and more Christian movies are being made in this country and I'm praying they'll continue. When I learn one is coming out, we try to support it by going the first weekend it's out. Helps with the ratings. My delicate sensibilities appreciate good writing without all the crudeness and Christian movies avoids the cheap, easy stuff.
As an author, it's my goal to keep it real. I want to write about real people in real time. I also want to send a good message. Every story you see, or read, or hear has a message. Some of those messages are real, some are not. Recently, I learned that a moral in the story is no longer acceptable. Hasn't been done for over a hundred years. But, the things written today may not be classics for a good reason. There's not a moral to it. I don't ever expect to write a classic, but that does not excuse me from telling a good story with a moral.
To be honest, that's not the only reason I like to watch movies from Netflix. We still get them via snail mail, as opposed to streaming. When we first joined Netflix, we were getting both, but then they started charging for both. I called and asked if the same movies were available either way. The answer was no. The studios decide what is streamed, so we stuck with snail mail. I knew there was no way American studios would believe we prefer English stories over their own.
So sorry to say this, but the English tell a good story and we Americans too often depend on the special effects instead of good writing. So many authors and studios in this country seem to have a fixation on Jason Sanbourne. The hero crashes his car without injury, runs for 30 minutes, leaps off tall building sans Superman's cape, crashes through glass windows, continues to run, gets shot, and keeps going. You get the picture. Unrealistic and boring. Except for "Red" and "Red 2," but those 2 movies did not take themselves seriously. It was camp all the way and fun to watch-which I've done several times.
If it's a romance, the sex is often so graphic it disgusts me. Hollywood did NOT invent good sex, let alone sex. Period. They just haven't gotten the message, yet. The good news is that I have noticed over the years some of those authors who were quite graphic in their early writing have dialed it back and I'm grateful. If I'm reading a book that has graphic sex, I skip over that. Another thing I skip over is detailed descriptions of jobs or hobbies. Supposedly, people are fascinated with that. Not me. To me, it just seems like words are added to make the book longer. I'm an author, so I know about "fillers."
If it's an American comedy, the language is usually so foul I can't bear to listen to it. My mother taught me that foul language meant a lack of intelligence. Good writing does not need superhumans without a costume or cape, graphic sex, or foul language. Nor does it need the crudeness of even children's movies and cartoons. One famous star whose name escapes me at the moment made the comment that the movie he made with his son had none of that because the better fruit is not on the bottom branches, indicating that writing and acting takes work and so much of Hollywood is settling for the easy way out.
Another thing I don't like about American movies is the graphic violence. I don't need all that blood and gore to get the message. Over the years, we've watched many, many movies from England and they've kept us entertained and they have little to none of that in them.
Then, too, the English hire actors just like the people you would meet if you went to the police station, or the newspaper office, the grocery store, or your next door neighbor. They're not all dolled up. They haven't had plastic surgery. Every hair is not in place. In fact, they often wear more makeup when they're being interviewed than on screen. That makes them seem more real. They're not depending on their appearance to sell the story. The story speaks for itself.
Having said all that, I have noticed that more and more Christian movies are being made in this country and I'm praying they'll continue. When I learn one is coming out, we try to support it by going the first weekend it's out. Helps with the ratings. My delicate sensibilities appreciate good writing without all the crudeness and Christian movies avoids the cheap, easy stuff.
As an author, it's my goal to keep it real. I want to write about real people in real time. I also want to send a good message. Every story you see, or read, or hear has a message. Some of those messages are real, some are not. Recently, I learned that a moral in the story is no longer acceptable. Hasn't been done for over a hundred years. But, the things written today may not be classics for a good reason. There's not a moral to it. I don't ever expect to write a classic, but that does not excuse me from telling a good story with a moral.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Dear Mr. Trump
I wish I could get through to Donald Trump. I'm amazed and disappointed to think he had the unmitigated gall to say that John McCain is not a hero. My question for Mr. Trump is, "Just exactly when did you lay your life on the line for your country? In what branch of the military did you serve? Perhaps you were a policeman, a fireman, or an EMT?" Shooting off your mouth does not a hero make. You, sir, are a bully. A loud-mouthed bully. Especially if, as has been hinted, you popped off because Senator McCain called your admirers in Phoenix crazies. How childish!!
Your words do nothing to dispel the myth that good businessmen cannot be honorable, noble, kind, or gracious. Now, you want to be President of the United States. Oh, goody. Another Johnny one-note. All you can talk about is how you'll provide jobs. Bully for you. In the meantime, you've already alienated Hispanics. Do you really think you can win friends and influence world leaders while trash talking about them? It's unfortunate that your popularity is rising, but then, look who's President now.
What about a little class? Especially when dealing with leaders of other countries? What about a little respect for your fellow countrymen, especially our service men and women? Your words could spark trouble somewhere that could cost them their lives. So what about foreign policy? Name calling and bullying won't cut it. And, while I'm at it, how about a new hairdo? Yours is original, I'll give you that.
As for making this country great, it's not just jobs that's needed. That's my point. Your good friend Geraldo says he hopes you don't mess up by getting too proud. Too late. Humility and gratitude is necessary to make America great again. God has given you so much. Have you ever once thanked Him or given Him credit? Dignity is needed for the leader of this nation. Your response to Senator McCain was anything but dignified. Unfortunately, dignity's been missing in this country for quite a while. We're the laughingstock of the world and you're not helping.
There are social issues that need addressing. Abortion, education, race relations, religious persecution, to name a few. And corruption, especially in business and politics. What can you do about that? Then, too, there's energy, social security, health. What about them?
Let's bring up some nasty personal issues that are bound to come up should you actually become the Republican nominee-or pull a Ross Perot to assuage your ego if you don't. Face it, your background could use some of this scrutiny the media loves to do on Republicans, but not Democrats. Not once has your three marriages been mentioned. If you can't be a loyal, faithful husband, how will the rest of us fare? If I remember correctly, you also have a bankruptcy in your past. Congratulations, you moved past that and that's to your credit. However, it gives pause to those of us who would look to you for jobs and financial stability. What if your fancy wheeling and dealing fails?
For your sake and America's please get off your stump, Mr. Trump, and get on your knees. You'll be the better for it.
Your words do nothing to dispel the myth that good businessmen cannot be honorable, noble, kind, or gracious. Now, you want to be President of the United States. Oh, goody. Another Johnny one-note. All you can talk about is how you'll provide jobs. Bully for you. In the meantime, you've already alienated Hispanics. Do you really think you can win friends and influence world leaders while trash talking about them? It's unfortunate that your popularity is rising, but then, look who's President now.
What about a little class? Especially when dealing with leaders of other countries? What about a little respect for your fellow countrymen, especially our service men and women? Your words could spark trouble somewhere that could cost them their lives. So what about foreign policy? Name calling and bullying won't cut it. And, while I'm at it, how about a new hairdo? Yours is original, I'll give you that.
As for making this country great, it's not just jobs that's needed. That's my point. Your good friend Geraldo says he hopes you don't mess up by getting too proud. Too late. Humility and gratitude is necessary to make America great again. God has given you so much. Have you ever once thanked Him or given Him credit? Dignity is needed for the leader of this nation. Your response to Senator McCain was anything but dignified. Unfortunately, dignity's been missing in this country for quite a while. We're the laughingstock of the world and you're not helping.
There are social issues that need addressing. Abortion, education, race relations, religious persecution, to name a few. And corruption, especially in business and politics. What can you do about that? Then, too, there's energy, social security, health. What about them?
Let's bring up some nasty personal issues that are bound to come up should you actually become the Republican nominee-or pull a Ross Perot to assuage your ego if you don't. Face it, your background could use some of this scrutiny the media loves to do on Republicans, but not Democrats. Not once has your three marriages been mentioned. If you can't be a loyal, faithful husband, how will the rest of us fare? If I remember correctly, you also have a bankruptcy in your past. Congratulations, you moved past that and that's to your credit. However, it gives pause to those of us who would look to you for jobs and financial stability. What if your fancy wheeling and dealing fails?
For your sake and America's please get off your stump, Mr. Trump, and get on your knees. You'll be the better for it.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Can't buy me love
I've been thinking a lot about love recently. My thoughts took me back to when a theology professor at Moody had us write a paper on one of the three sermons in the book of Acts, preached by Peter or Paul. It was amazing to realize not one of those sermons mentioned "love." Not once! In fact, Peter came down hard on the Jews, saying they killed Jesus (Acts 2:36). In spite of that harsh statement, thousands, yes thousands, were added to the church.
Not at all sure that would be the result today. Church goers are not accustomed to being told we killed Jesus. We did, but it's not something we appreciate hearing. We hear so much about love, we may be immune to hearing about the wrath of God. However, I realize I'm only accounting for human words and responses in talking about a situation in which the Holy Spirit was in total control. Is He not as in control today because we've blocked out thinking about the fact we're sinners who caused Christ's death on the cross? I wonder.
Even God's wrath is not spoken about much today in spite of the fact His wrath occurs because we sin and He knows the damage our sin causes to ourselves and others as well as the grief He endures. Ever been punished by your parents for wrongdoing on your part? Or got a royal chewing out by a boss for disobeying a direct order that caused problems in the business? Ever learn to be grateful for that? It's even more so with God. Learning that He corrects those He loves makes it worthwhile to be grateful for His chastisement. It might even keep us from doing that stupid, stubborn, selfish sin again.
So how do we, as disciples of Jesus, express God's love to others? Four specific things have happened in my life this past week that have opened my heart to thinking about love. Nothing earth shattering or even grand, but then love, in it's truest form is neither.
Our little dog, Sheila, loves me. She's my dog. Her love for me is so undeserved. We bought her for my husband. He took her to obedience classes. He plays with her. He takes her everywhere and while she loves him, too, she follows me around all over the house. No matter what I'm doing, there she is. This morning, I slept in (5:30). My husband put her on the bed. She was content to lay there for a while, but then she decided it was time for me to get up. She strolled over to me and began making her presence known in cute little doggie ways. I continued to lay on my side, my back to her. Finally, she'd had enough and jumped on me! Straddled me. Of course, there was no ignoring her now. I rolled to my back and the kisses began. She has the longest and fastest tongue! Right now, she's at my feet in the office. If I'm in here, so is she.
Yesterday, the principal of the school bought me flowers from his garden! Why? It was such a simple act of love and so unexpected. That's what love is. An expression of caring even when it's not expected, earned, or to make a difficult situation easier. He just wanted to express his appreciation of me, in spite of the fact I did nothing to deserve it. I wasn't even the one to answer the door when he came!
A couple of days before, a dear friend sent me a video. It's of his sister-in-law, who is in a severe stage of Alzheimer's and has been for years. When his wife, my best friend, and he visited last spring, they said Sister just sat in her wheelchair. Didn't know anyone, couldn't talk, just sat. But, the video brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. Not because it's a video of a very ill woman. It's a video of love. Her children played a hymn for her. (She was the church organist) There was a spark of recognition in her eyes and she tried so much to join in singing along, especially when her daughters sang alto. It was so beautiful. But, then, that's the way that family is. Nothing special or heroic, just tenderly caring for someone who can no longer care for herself. That's love.
Then, a week or so ago, I got the news that my dear friend, Marianne, had finally finished her book. It's an e book. She even went to the trouble of getting it onto my computer via a pdf file. Bless her! I don't have an e book reader, but she found another way for me to view the book. That's love! Even more than that, her book is a book of love. For over 20 years, she's been doing a "Secret Santa" type gifting to a family in need, using The 12 Days of Christmas as the theme. Briefly, she secretly gifts someone once a day for 12 days before Christmas. On the 12th day, she reveals who the "gifter" has been. Many of the gifts are homemade. Some are inexpensive trinkets she purchased in a dollar store, or a combination of both.
As people learn about the idea, more and more are doing their own 12 days. Her children's school is now doing one for someone in the faculty, alumni, or family who is having a difficult time. If you'd like to do this for someone you think could use a Christmas pick-me-up, please go to her blog, ADVENTURESINGTHEBALLPARK.blogspot.com. For years, I heard about this and thought it was a neat idea, but couldn't quite grasp some of the things she was doing or how the response would be, but seeing it has sparked an interest in me to do one of my own.
And, again, that's love. Nothing big, nothing grand, nothing earth shattering. Just a small token of love the recipient never knew it was coming, or why. Isn't that what God does? He loves us, in spite of ourselves. And, I'm grateful.
Not at all sure that would be the result today. Church goers are not accustomed to being told we killed Jesus. We did, but it's not something we appreciate hearing. We hear so much about love, we may be immune to hearing about the wrath of God. However, I realize I'm only accounting for human words and responses in talking about a situation in which the Holy Spirit was in total control. Is He not as in control today because we've blocked out thinking about the fact we're sinners who caused Christ's death on the cross? I wonder.
Even God's wrath is not spoken about much today in spite of the fact His wrath occurs because we sin and He knows the damage our sin causes to ourselves and others as well as the grief He endures. Ever been punished by your parents for wrongdoing on your part? Or got a royal chewing out by a boss for disobeying a direct order that caused problems in the business? Ever learn to be grateful for that? It's even more so with God. Learning that He corrects those He loves makes it worthwhile to be grateful for His chastisement. It might even keep us from doing that stupid, stubborn, selfish sin again.
So how do we, as disciples of Jesus, express God's love to others? Four specific things have happened in my life this past week that have opened my heart to thinking about love. Nothing earth shattering or even grand, but then love, in it's truest form is neither.
Our little dog, Sheila, loves me. She's my dog. Her love for me is so undeserved. We bought her for my husband. He took her to obedience classes. He plays with her. He takes her everywhere and while she loves him, too, she follows me around all over the house. No matter what I'm doing, there she is. This morning, I slept in (5:30). My husband put her on the bed. She was content to lay there for a while, but then she decided it was time for me to get up. She strolled over to me and began making her presence known in cute little doggie ways. I continued to lay on my side, my back to her. Finally, she'd had enough and jumped on me! Straddled me. Of course, there was no ignoring her now. I rolled to my back and the kisses began. She has the longest and fastest tongue! Right now, she's at my feet in the office. If I'm in here, so is she.
Yesterday, the principal of the school bought me flowers from his garden! Why? It was such a simple act of love and so unexpected. That's what love is. An expression of caring even when it's not expected, earned, or to make a difficult situation easier. He just wanted to express his appreciation of me, in spite of the fact I did nothing to deserve it. I wasn't even the one to answer the door when he came!
A couple of days before, a dear friend sent me a video. It's of his sister-in-law, who is in a severe stage of Alzheimer's and has been for years. When his wife, my best friend, and he visited last spring, they said Sister just sat in her wheelchair. Didn't know anyone, couldn't talk, just sat. But, the video brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. Not because it's a video of a very ill woman. It's a video of love. Her children played a hymn for her. (She was the church organist) There was a spark of recognition in her eyes and she tried so much to join in singing along, especially when her daughters sang alto. It was so beautiful. But, then, that's the way that family is. Nothing special or heroic, just tenderly caring for someone who can no longer care for herself. That's love.
Then, a week or so ago, I got the news that my dear friend, Marianne, had finally finished her book. It's an e book. She even went to the trouble of getting it onto my computer via a pdf file. Bless her! I don't have an e book reader, but she found another way for me to view the book. That's love! Even more than that, her book is a book of love. For over 20 years, she's been doing a "Secret Santa" type gifting to a family in need, using The 12 Days of Christmas as the theme. Briefly, she secretly gifts someone once a day for 12 days before Christmas. On the 12th day, she reveals who the "gifter" has been. Many of the gifts are homemade. Some are inexpensive trinkets she purchased in a dollar store, or a combination of both.
As people learn about the idea, more and more are doing their own 12 days. Her children's school is now doing one for someone in the faculty, alumni, or family who is having a difficult time. If you'd like to do this for someone you think could use a Christmas pick-me-up, please go to her blog, ADVENTURESINGTHEBALLPARK.blogspot.com. For years, I heard about this and thought it was a neat idea, but couldn't quite grasp some of the things she was doing or how the response would be, but seeing it has sparked an interest in me to do one of my own.
And, again, that's love. Nothing big, nothing grand, nothing earth shattering. Just a small token of love the recipient never knew it was coming, or why. Isn't that what God does? He loves us, in spite of ourselves. And, I'm grateful.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
To write or not to write.
I've joined a group of people interested in being published, along with those who have already accomplished that goal. Like all entrepreneurs, it's tough getting started. Very tough. Like all businesses, publishers must continually evolve to fit the demand of the buying public. They're in it to make money. Otherwise, they wouldn't last long and nobody would have anything to read.
However, it's oh, so true that the older you get, the faster time goes and change happens, in the business world, anyway. I remember the great-aunt who reared my mother. She was terrified of the buttons on her first automatic washer. My aunt and cousin caught her in the basement, trying to haul the old wringer washer out of the corner instead of using the new automatic already set up for her.
My dad had a phenomenal sense of direction. No matter how sure my mother and I were that he was wrong and should turn around, he'd keep going. He was right every time. Then the interstates and their clover-leaf exits and entrances came into existence. They would turn him around every time. When I drove my mother and my aunt to Chicago for my college graduation (I was 47 years old!) Mom told Aunt Velma that Dad could never have handled 6 or 8 lanes of traffic through construction at 75 miles per hour. She was right
What can I tell you? I'm a late bloomer who went back to college at 45 and finally tackled the dream of being published-at 70 years of age! Over the past year, I've used the expression paradigm shift many, many times. I've had to finally come to the conclusion if you want to keep up in this world, you can't rest on your laurels if you have any, and you can't get any if you don't make those shifts. Like it or not, it's a continuous matter of paradigm shifts.
It's no reason for discouragement-or swagger. It's a matter of continuing to plug, continuing to find role models who went through tough times getting started. I have often used David as an example. He was a shepherd boy, the youngest in his family, and therefore, the least respected. But, someone who knew of his courage on those cold, lonely hillsides, fending off lions, bears, and, undoubtedly thieves, told the king and David's paradigm shifted. Big time..
His fame grew when he slew Goliath, but his difficulties were just getting started. Mystery and history writers fill volumes of books and fatten their wallets writing about the cruelty and intrigue in high places. Twice the king threw a spear at David. Chased him all over the place, even into enemy territory. When I had a rough time with one of my bosses, I'd think about David. Well, Lord, at least she's not chucking spears at me. When David first gathered his merry band of followers, they were hardly the reputable men most people would expect. According to I Samuel 22:2, "All those who were in distress or in debt or discontented gathered around him and he became their leader." It couldn't have been easy leading 400 men who were in distress, discontented or in debt, much less the family who were loyal in spite of their disrespect. (vs. 1)
I'm comforted to know those who keep going can see the fruition of their dreams. But, I'm no fool wearing rose-colored glasses. I also know 2% of anything is excellent. Everything else falls in a spectrum somewhere below that all the way to failure. So where am I? I seriously doubt I'll ever be a best seller. My son was quick to point out I've limited my audience to women in the church. That is my intent, so best sellers are off the table-(but maybe not my dreams). Jan Karon did it several years ago with her Mitford and Father Tim series. I'm not her and don't want to be. Nor am I Francine Rivers or Bodie Thane. I'm just saying it can be done-if it's God's will, which is want I want more than any dream to come true.
I loved the fact that self-publishing gave me complete control over my work. I've labored over every word for a long time and given each episode a great deal of thought. And prayer. I don't want someone changing the message I believe God gave me just so the publisher and I can get richer. There are some things I will not do.
That reminds me of the Apostle Paul. He said if anyone preaches a gospel other than what he preached, let him be cursed. In today's vernacular, one might think he was saying, "Let him go to hell." Strong language in any vernacular. Honest as well. Therefore, if I am writing to educate young people that God's way is truly best, I'd better be telling them about God's way, not my own interpretation.
Having said all that, above are just some of the reasons I wonder if I'm really doing what I'm supposed to be doing and going through the tough start up, or am I living in a fool's paradise? Do I write or not write? Stay tuned.
However, it's oh, so true that the older you get, the faster time goes and change happens, in the business world, anyway. I remember the great-aunt who reared my mother. She was terrified of the buttons on her first automatic washer. My aunt and cousin caught her in the basement, trying to haul the old wringer washer out of the corner instead of using the new automatic already set up for her.
My dad had a phenomenal sense of direction. No matter how sure my mother and I were that he was wrong and should turn around, he'd keep going. He was right every time. Then the interstates and their clover-leaf exits and entrances came into existence. They would turn him around every time. When I drove my mother and my aunt to Chicago for my college graduation (I was 47 years old!) Mom told Aunt Velma that Dad could never have handled 6 or 8 lanes of traffic through construction at 75 miles per hour. She was right
What can I tell you? I'm a late bloomer who went back to college at 45 and finally tackled the dream of being published-at 70 years of age! Over the past year, I've used the expression paradigm shift many, many times. I've had to finally come to the conclusion if you want to keep up in this world, you can't rest on your laurels if you have any, and you can't get any if you don't make those shifts. Like it or not, it's a continuous matter of paradigm shifts.
It's no reason for discouragement-or swagger. It's a matter of continuing to plug, continuing to find role models who went through tough times getting started. I have often used David as an example. He was a shepherd boy, the youngest in his family, and therefore, the least respected. But, someone who knew of his courage on those cold, lonely hillsides, fending off lions, bears, and, undoubtedly thieves, told the king and David's paradigm shifted. Big time..
His fame grew when he slew Goliath, but his difficulties were just getting started. Mystery and history writers fill volumes of books and fatten their wallets writing about the cruelty and intrigue in high places. Twice the king threw a spear at David. Chased him all over the place, even into enemy territory. When I had a rough time with one of my bosses, I'd think about David. Well, Lord, at least she's not chucking spears at me. When David first gathered his merry band of followers, they were hardly the reputable men most people would expect. According to I Samuel 22:2, "All those who were in distress or in debt or discontented gathered around him and he became their leader." It couldn't have been easy leading 400 men who were in distress, discontented or in debt, much less the family who were loyal in spite of their disrespect. (vs. 1)
I'm comforted to know those who keep going can see the fruition of their dreams. But, I'm no fool wearing rose-colored glasses. I also know 2% of anything is excellent. Everything else falls in a spectrum somewhere below that all the way to failure. So where am I? I seriously doubt I'll ever be a best seller. My son was quick to point out I've limited my audience to women in the church. That is my intent, so best sellers are off the table-(but maybe not my dreams). Jan Karon did it several years ago with her Mitford and Father Tim series. I'm not her and don't want to be. Nor am I Francine Rivers or Bodie Thane. I'm just saying it can be done-if it's God's will, which is want I want more than any dream to come true.
I loved the fact that self-publishing gave me complete control over my work. I've labored over every word for a long time and given each episode a great deal of thought. And prayer. I don't want someone changing the message I believe God gave me just so the publisher and I can get richer. There are some things I will not do.
That reminds me of the Apostle Paul. He said if anyone preaches a gospel other than what he preached, let him be cursed. In today's vernacular, one might think he was saying, "Let him go to hell." Strong language in any vernacular. Honest as well. Therefore, if I am writing to educate young people that God's way is truly best, I'd better be telling them about God's way, not my own interpretation.
Having said all that, above are just some of the reasons I wonder if I'm really doing what I'm supposed to be doing and going through the tough start up, or am I living in a fool's paradise? Do I write or not write? Stay tuned.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Happy Birthday!
Today is my granddaughter's 26th birthday. Beautiful - oh, the stories I could tell about her beauty - but I've been warned off getting too personal about family members. Let's just leave it that I'm not the only one who thinks she's drop dead gorgeous.
She's also smart, talented, gifted, and just about as wonderful as they come. She's feisty, too. Should have known that watching her play volleyball in high school. She's only 5'4", but she held her own on the team. She could dive, retrieve, run, and hit with the best of them and even better than the 6' girl on the team.
One of the times I remember her being feisty on Grandma's behalf happened Father's Day weekend. We had gone to a very posh restaurant in downtown Jax. My purse is quite large and I was struggling with where to put it. She suggested I hang it on the back of my chair, but I said that is no longer advised. Someone could easily slip it off the back of the chair and walk off with it. She smiled and said they wouldn't get away with it. She was between the back of my chair and the door. No way would she let someone steal her Grandma's purse.
The second occasion happened several years ago. We had been contemplating getting a dog and when my son said he'd buy it, we called the shop, but the one I wanted had been sold. The pup, however had a sister in a nearby shop. We called and were told it, too, had been sold, but first come, first serve. We all climbed in the car and as my son raced for the pet shop, my granddaughter said if the other people got their first, I could take them down at the knees and she'd run off with the dog! What a girl!
She also is about the bravest 26 year old I know. She's just been through a very rough year, health wise, thanks to a doctor who didn't know what he was doing. But, she endured, didn't give up, and now she's returned to work. She doesn't seem bitter over what's happened even though she'll have health issues for the rest of her life. Honestly, she's handled it better than I would have.
She called this morning to thank us for her birthday card. She's a delight to talk to. It made me think of the time we went to the movies, just the two of us to see the story of Queen Elizabeth when Princess Diana died. We had lunch after and a wonderful, intelligent, thoughtful conversation.
Way to go, Sweetheart!!! You make your grandparents so proud!
Happy Birthday and may this be a fantastic year, with each year to follow getting better. We love you.
She's also smart, talented, gifted, and just about as wonderful as they come. She's feisty, too. Should have known that watching her play volleyball in high school. She's only 5'4", but she held her own on the team. She could dive, retrieve, run, and hit with the best of them and even better than the 6' girl on the team.
One of the times I remember her being feisty on Grandma's behalf happened Father's Day weekend. We had gone to a very posh restaurant in downtown Jax. My purse is quite large and I was struggling with where to put it. She suggested I hang it on the back of my chair, but I said that is no longer advised. Someone could easily slip it off the back of the chair and walk off with it. She smiled and said they wouldn't get away with it. She was between the back of my chair and the door. No way would she let someone steal her Grandma's purse.
The second occasion happened several years ago. We had been contemplating getting a dog and when my son said he'd buy it, we called the shop, but the one I wanted had been sold. The pup, however had a sister in a nearby shop. We called and were told it, too, had been sold, but first come, first serve. We all climbed in the car and as my son raced for the pet shop, my granddaughter said if the other people got their first, I could take them down at the knees and she'd run off with the dog! What a girl!
She also is about the bravest 26 year old I know. She's just been through a very rough year, health wise, thanks to a doctor who didn't know what he was doing. But, she endured, didn't give up, and now she's returned to work. She doesn't seem bitter over what's happened even though she'll have health issues for the rest of her life. Honestly, she's handled it better than I would have.
She called this morning to thank us for her birthday card. She's a delight to talk to. It made me think of the time we went to the movies, just the two of us to see the story of Queen Elizabeth when Princess Diana died. We had lunch after and a wonderful, intelligent, thoughtful conversation.
Way to go, Sweetheart!!! You make your grandparents so proud!
Happy Birthday and may this be a fantastic year, with each year to follow getting better. We love you.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Who wrote the book on love?
Remember that old song? It goes way back, but then so do I. I can answer the question in one word-God. Yes, God wrote the book on love, but humans have perverted it in so many ways. We "love" chocolate ice cream, a movie, a sports team, our pets, the list is endless.
In the Greek, there are four words for love, each with a different definition. "Agape" is the highest form of love. It is God's love. It basically means, if I remember my Greek correctly, to want only the very best for the person you love, no matter how they respond. That may be why it's called God's love. He loved us enough to send His Son to Calvary to die for our sins. He lavished wonderful gifts on us. Food, shelter, beauty in nature, again the list is endless. Some people never respond to that and all of us fail at a grateful response at one time or another and yet, He still loves us.
It may come as a surprise to some, but He even loved us enough to create the gift of sex. Again, humanity has perverted it to the point it's hardly recognizable anymore. For one example, last week a homosexual raged at me for being a shameful person because he tried heterosexual love, didn't like it, and decided, therefore, that he was homosexual. Because I disagreed with him, I'm a bigot, among other things. The idea that sex is a teenage rite of passage, an eighth grade science experiment, or anything else other than the 4 purposes for which God intended it will eventually fail. Then, what?
Take a long look back to the sexual revolution. It started with people insisting they only wanted peace and love. Bob Hope said if you disagreed with them, they'd hit you with their peace sign. (Sound familiar?) There was a lot of experimentation going on back then-or so I'm told. I was married (happily) and living in Germany when a lot of that was going on.
After a while, casual sex began to lose it's appeal. Guys were hitting on younger and younger girls and the girls were trying harder and harder to prove themselves as women. Eventually that wasn't enough. So many girls who came to the crises pregnancy centers where I worked would say their boyfriend was so sweet until after they had sex. Then, the violence started. I asked my husband about this. He said it's a dominance issue. Men want to enjoy the chase, the hunt and casual sex made it too easy, causing boredom. Rapes began to become more frequent, or was it just that more women were willing to speak out and fight? Regardless, sex had become boring to many who were using it recreationaly. Homosexuality began to become a little more popular.
Down through history, it has enjoyed periods of popularity, usually in places that had too much free time and too much money. Then, it will go through a very dark period when they are hated and abused. Neither way is expressing God's love.
I'm told the Greek work for sexual love-eros-is not in the New Testament. Does that mean God does not want sex to occur? Hardly. He created it just for us, so it's pretty obvious He wants us to have it AND ENJOY IT.
Horrors! Enjoy sex? Yes, and I can use Scripture to prove it.
For the sake of alliteration, I have found 4 purposes for sex and will state them in an alliterative format. Procreation may come to mind first. We can't have babies without sex. Science may be working on it, but I'd just as soon have mine the old fashioned way, thank you very much. "Be fruitful and multiply," God told Adam and Eve. It's a scientific reason I disagree with homosexuality. Children can only be produced through alternative methods or by adoption. God said be fruitful and multiply, but they can't on their own.
I've mentioned recreation. Several years ago, I worked at a Methodist Mission in Steubenville, Ohio. There were several VISTA programs there. One of those programs was to assist AIDS/HIV patients. AIDS was still very much in the news in those days. The fellow in charge of that program was a devout Catholic who said God intended sex for procreation, but people were instead using it for recreation.
He's right about that. However, there is recreational sex in Scripture, but it's is nothing like what's being done today. In the first place, sex is for a man and his wife-no one else. When a husband and wife have sex, they're meant to enjoy it. Deuteronomy 24:5 says, "If a man has recently married, he must not be sent to war of have any other duty laid on him. For one year his is to be free to stay at home and bring happiness to the wife he has married."
Take a look at Song of Solomon 5:1 e. "Eat, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers." Most people know and understand that the Song of Solomon is about lovers. Some insist it's only to show how deeply God loves us. More about this later. For now, let me say it is to show that God wants us to enjoy sex-as husband and wife. By the way, in their book, Passion Pursuit, Linda Dillow and Dr. Juli Slattery state firmly that the heading above that verse is wrong. It's not friends who are watching, it is God. This verse is His blessing on married sex.
When I spoke to my co-worker so long ago about this subject, I told him there was a third purpose for sex. That would be communication. Sex is a physical bond that communicates a couple's love for each other. It's the greatest physical expression of the deepest love that a couple has reserved for each other and no one else. Science bears that out. A bonding hormone is released in a women when she has sex.
The fourth purpose is education. This may be the hardest to explain and the easiest to misunderstand. Song of Solomon and some people's understanding of it is probably the best example. We can't see God and we can't physically touch Him. In order to get a tangible, physical sense of what it like to love Him spiritually, and for Him to love us spiritually, he gave us sex. Married sex is to educate people who don't understand what it's like to have a close relationship with God. When our granddaughter toasted us at our 50th anniversary celebration, she stated that we were an example to her generation. Divorce and living together in short term relationships are rampant today, but it's not the picture she sees when she looks at us being together for 50 years. Although sexual and spiritual intimacies are different types, they're similar in that intimate bond, similar in purpose.
In that spiritual bond, we have safety, security, peace, joy, happines-another endless list. The marital bond is a covenant relationship in which two people have the same thing for and from each other and no one else.
Prompted by Love, my second book spells out the four purposes of sex and the accompanying Scriptures in greater detail, but that's for another blog. Stay tuned.
In the Greek, there are four words for love, each with a different definition. "Agape" is the highest form of love. It is God's love. It basically means, if I remember my Greek correctly, to want only the very best for the person you love, no matter how they respond. That may be why it's called God's love. He loved us enough to send His Son to Calvary to die for our sins. He lavished wonderful gifts on us. Food, shelter, beauty in nature, again the list is endless. Some people never respond to that and all of us fail at a grateful response at one time or another and yet, He still loves us.
It may come as a surprise to some, but He even loved us enough to create the gift of sex. Again, humanity has perverted it to the point it's hardly recognizable anymore. For one example, last week a homosexual raged at me for being a shameful person because he tried heterosexual love, didn't like it, and decided, therefore, that he was homosexual. Because I disagreed with him, I'm a bigot, among other things. The idea that sex is a teenage rite of passage, an eighth grade science experiment, or anything else other than the 4 purposes for which God intended it will eventually fail. Then, what?
Take a long look back to the sexual revolution. It started with people insisting they only wanted peace and love. Bob Hope said if you disagreed with them, they'd hit you with their peace sign. (Sound familiar?) There was a lot of experimentation going on back then-or so I'm told. I was married (happily) and living in Germany when a lot of that was going on.
After a while, casual sex began to lose it's appeal. Guys were hitting on younger and younger girls and the girls were trying harder and harder to prove themselves as women. Eventually that wasn't enough. So many girls who came to the crises pregnancy centers where I worked would say their boyfriend was so sweet until after they had sex. Then, the violence started. I asked my husband about this. He said it's a dominance issue. Men want to enjoy the chase, the hunt and casual sex made it too easy, causing boredom. Rapes began to become more frequent, or was it just that more women were willing to speak out and fight? Regardless, sex had become boring to many who were using it recreationaly. Homosexuality began to become a little more popular.
Down through history, it has enjoyed periods of popularity, usually in places that had too much free time and too much money. Then, it will go through a very dark period when they are hated and abused. Neither way is expressing God's love.
I'm told the Greek work for sexual love-eros-is not in the New Testament. Does that mean God does not want sex to occur? Hardly. He created it just for us, so it's pretty obvious He wants us to have it AND ENJOY IT.
Horrors! Enjoy sex? Yes, and I can use Scripture to prove it.
For the sake of alliteration, I have found 4 purposes for sex and will state them in an alliterative format. Procreation may come to mind first. We can't have babies without sex. Science may be working on it, but I'd just as soon have mine the old fashioned way, thank you very much. "Be fruitful and multiply," God told Adam and Eve. It's a scientific reason I disagree with homosexuality. Children can only be produced through alternative methods or by adoption. God said be fruitful and multiply, but they can't on their own.
I've mentioned recreation. Several years ago, I worked at a Methodist Mission in Steubenville, Ohio. There were several VISTA programs there. One of those programs was to assist AIDS/HIV patients. AIDS was still very much in the news in those days. The fellow in charge of that program was a devout Catholic who said God intended sex for procreation, but people were instead using it for recreation.
He's right about that. However, there is recreational sex in Scripture, but it's is nothing like what's being done today. In the first place, sex is for a man and his wife-no one else. When a husband and wife have sex, they're meant to enjoy it. Deuteronomy 24:5 says, "If a man has recently married, he must not be sent to war of have any other duty laid on him. For one year his is to be free to stay at home and bring happiness to the wife he has married."
Take a look at Song of Solomon 5:1 e. "Eat, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers." Most people know and understand that the Song of Solomon is about lovers. Some insist it's only to show how deeply God loves us. More about this later. For now, let me say it is to show that God wants us to enjoy sex-as husband and wife. By the way, in their book, Passion Pursuit, Linda Dillow and Dr. Juli Slattery state firmly that the heading above that verse is wrong. It's not friends who are watching, it is God. This verse is His blessing on married sex.
When I spoke to my co-worker so long ago about this subject, I told him there was a third purpose for sex. That would be communication. Sex is a physical bond that communicates a couple's love for each other. It's the greatest physical expression of the deepest love that a couple has reserved for each other and no one else. Science bears that out. A bonding hormone is released in a women when she has sex.
The fourth purpose is education. This may be the hardest to explain and the easiest to misunderstand. Song of Solomon and some people's understanding of it is probably the best example. We can't see God and we can't physically touch Him. In order to get a tangible, physical sense of what it like to love Him spiritually, and for Him to love us spiritually, he gave us sex. Married sex is to educate people who don't understand what it's like to have a close relationship with God. When our granddaughter toasted us at our 50th anniversary celebration, she stated that we were an example to her generation. Divorce and living together in short term relationships are rampant today, but it's not the picture she sees when she looks at us being together for 50 years. Although sexual and spiritual intimacies are different types, they're similar in that intimate bond, similar in purpose.
In that spiritual bond, we have safety, security, peace, joy, happines-another endless list. The marital bond is a covenant relationship in which two people have the same thing for and from each other and no one else.
Prompted by Love, my second book spells out the four purposes of sex and the accompanying Scriptures in greater detail, but that's for another blog. Stay tuned.
Monday, July 6, 2015
JACKPOT!!
The furor over homosexuality has been sad, to say the least. Nothing is getting resolved. Neither side will budge. Some are rude name callers, inciting their opposition to take the bait and argue back. I'm trying hard not to do that with some success, and I'm praying I'll improve. Satan will always have something to get a rise out of people and cause division. The Lord has provided a better way and that's what I"m writing about today.
First, I need to talk about a former teacher of mine and then get into God's Word, where the truth is. My teacher, along with another teacher and a banker, all males, bought a lovely two story colonial, white with black shutters on a large corner lot in my hometown. They quickly turned it into a showplace, traveling the world, gathering artifacts to display. A friend told me people would stop and ask to see the place and they would proudly give a tour to the person doing the asking. I tried when I was home one summer, but caught them on their way out, so I only got to see the downstairs. It was beautiful
My point? They were never picketed, reviled, gossiped about, or endangered their jobs. No one tried to burn down their home. In fact, my teacher won teacher of the year long after he took up residence with two other men. But then, those three men were not activists or troublemakers. In short, they were comfortable in their own skin. They lived their life exactly as they pleased, quietly, among their treasures and they were respected for it. It's obvious they weren't about to change their minds and weren't out to force their beliefs and lifestyle on anyone else. Those 3 men, by the way, lived many years before there was such a thing as gay pride. In fact, homosexuals in that day and in that town were mocked and vilified. Why not them? They weren't trying to prove a point and people left them alone.
I am not saying I agree with their choice, but they lived so quietly, no one really knows for sure if they were homosexual. Three men living together did cause assumptions, perhaps wrongly. Who knows?
At the present time, I'm reading through Job. The comments at the bottom of the page (Chapters 32-34) brought all this angry rhetoric into perspective. Job's three friends, Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar, quickly point fingers and accuse Job of sin, totally unaware that God called Job a righteous man. For 28 long chapters, the back and forth between Job and his "friends" drags on and on. In chapter 32, a young man named Elihu has finally had enough. He steps in and informs them they have it all wrong. He's been compared with Jesus by some, but the commentator of the ESV (English Standard Version) says he makes some of the same arguments the "friends" make. However, he does get one thing very right. He's chastising all 4 men for focusing on Job's problems instead of the Lord.
JACKPOT!!!!!
If we would all stop, take a breath, and focus our thoughts and conversation on Jesus, this bickering would go away. It's not solving anything, anyway. Having said that, I am NOT saying I agree with homosexuality. There is too much Scripture that condemns it. I'm not about to argue with God. I'm lousy at arguing with people and I know I'd lose trying to convince God He's wrong. I don't even want to. I am saying Elihu got it so right when he turned the argument away from Job's troubles and toward the Lord.
The readers of the book know from Chapter 1 that God is testing satan and satan takes the bait, but Job and the others never know that. When Elihu gets done correcting the words of the others, God steps in and Job quickly sees he had it all wrong. He gets a new perspective on Who God really is and how little his complaints were. Beautiful.
Think about it. When we focus on our troubles, what happens? Does anything get better? It doesn't for me, that's for sure. Like Job, I begin to complain that I've been abused. That's why I'm concerned about American Christians. Will we be like Job or Paul if persecution gets as bad in this country as it is in other places? However, when my thoughts focus on the Lord, my perspective changes, along with my attitude. I have peace in spite of the fact the circumstances. I'm learning I never have to let circumstances get the better of me. And that's beautiful. Thank you, Elihu.
Most of all, I'm saying talking about Jesus and what He's done for us may open blinded eyes. Isn't that what we want and need?
First, I need to talk about a former teacher of mine and then get into God's Word, where the truth is. My teacher, along with another teacher and a banker, all males, bought a lovely two story colonial, white with black shutters on a large corner lot in my hometown. They quickly turned it into a showplace, traveling the world, gathering artifacts to display. A friend told me people would stop and ask to see the place and they would proudly give a tour to the person doing the asking. I tried when I was home one summer, but caught them on their way out, so I only got to see the downstairs. It was beautiful
My point? They were never picketed, reviled, gossiped about, or endangered their jobs. No one tried to burn down their home. In fact, my teacher won teacher of the year long after he took up residence with two other men. But then, those three men were not activists or troublemakers. In short, they were comfortable in their own skin. They lived their life exactly as they pleased, quietly, among their treasures and they were respected for it. It's obvious they weren't about to change their minds and weren't out to force their beliefs and lifestyle on anyone else. Those 3 men, by the way, lived many years before there was such a thing as gay pride. In fact, homosexuals in that day and in that town were mocked and vilified. Why not them? They weren't trying to prove a point and people left them alone.
I am not saying I agree with their choice, but they lived so quietly, no one really knows for sure if they were homosexual. Three men living together did cause assumptions, perhaps wrongly. Who knows?
At the present time, I'm reading through Job. The comments at the bottom of the page (Chapters 32-34) brought all this angry rhetoric into perspective. Job's three friends, Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar, quickly point fingers and accuse Job of sin, totally unaware that God called Job a righteous man. For 28 long chapters, the back and forth between Job and his "friends" drags on and on. In chapter 32, a young man named Elihu has finally had enough. He steps in and informs them they have it all wrong. He's been compared with Jesus by some, but the commentator of the ESV (English Standard Version) says he makes some of the same arguments the "friends" make. However, he does get one thing very right. He's chastising all 4 men for focusing on Job's problems instead of the Lord.
JACKPOT!!!!!
If we would all stop, take a breath, and focus our thoughts and conversation on Jesus, this bickering would go away. It's not solving anything, anyway. Having said that, I am NOT saying I agree with homosexuality. There is too much Scripture that condemns it. I'm not about to argue with God. I'm lousy at arguing with people and I know I'd lose trying to convince God He's wrong. I don't even want to. I am saying Elihu got it so right when he turned the argument away from Job's troubles and toward the Lord.
The readers of the book know from Chapter 1 that God is testing satan and satan takes the bait, but Job and the others never know that. When Elihu gets done correcting the words of the others, God steps in and Job quickly sees he had it all wrong. He gets a new perspective on Who God really is and how little his complaints were. Beautiful.
Think about it. When we focus on our troubles, what happens? Does anything get better? It doesn't for me, that's for sure. Like Job, I begin to complain that I've been abused. That's why I'm concerned about American Christians. Will we be like Job or Paul if persecution gets as bad in this country as it is in other places? However, when my thoughts focus on the Lord, my perspective changes, along with my attitude. I have peace in spite of the fact the circumstances. I'm learning I never have to let circumstances get the better of me. And that's beautiful. Thank you, Elihu.
Most of all, I'm saying talking about Jesus and what He's done for us may open blinded eyes. Isn't that what we want and need?
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Fire Insurance
Something very profound was said this morning in the message we listened to from David Jeremiah. Some Christians want to enjoy the benefits of Christianity without the suffering of the difficulties. Had to stop and think about that for a minute.
I agree that is the way some people seem to live their lives. However, that's not the issue. I cannot do a thing about anyone but myself. Therefore, how do I live? How far away the life God wants me to live am I? That's the issue.
The second message we listened to this morning came from Michael Youseff. He has begun a series regarding rebuilding walls and is using the book of Nehemiah. In it, the first step he mentioned in rebuilding walls is to pray. That got me to thinking. Is my prayer life is as it should be? Do I get weary of well doing and slack off because I think nothing's happening? I need to remind myself that mighty oaks do not spring up from acorns over night. It takes time. Lots of time. And, lots of hardships.
Recently, a childhood friend sent me a picture she took of the house I grew up in. It looks a lot different today. I sent copies to my brothers. My oldest brother thought I was sending a picture of where I live today. Hardly, Trees don't grow that tall in hurricane stricken Florida. He also commented that it didn't look nearly that nice when we lived in it. No, it didn't, but then again, improvements take time and money and really hard work. That little house is snug, secure. Like my middle brother chuckled. "Dad was one who believed it was one was needed, 6 was better." I think he had to go back for more nails at lest 3 times when he was putting on the aluminum siding.
Dad was a rigor in a steel mill. Only 2 people were hired after him, meaning last in, first out when it came time to lay off, which happened about every 3 years, so money could be tight. But, he and Mom continued to plan, to work, and eventually got the rooms added and the front fixed up so that it looks somewhat like it did in the picture takes in 2011. The latest picture shows a much polished little place. Would love to see what they've done with the inside. Wonder, too, if they dug out the partial basement.
No, the house doesn't look like it did when we lived there, but we were pioneers. If you could have seen what it looked like when we moved in and what it looked like when my mother sold it after Dad died, you'd understand. My hat's off to them for their faithful had work.
But, I digress.
Message number 3 came from Andy Stanley and it's amazing how there's a thread of continuity running through all the messages we hear. It doesn't always happen, but it did this morning and I have much to pray about. Stanley's message was about what the word "Christian" really means and how it's been misused and abused. He suggests we begin to call ourselves what Jesus called His followers, "Disciples." Jesus did say we were to go into all the world and make disciples. "Christian," according to Stanley, is only mentioned 3 times in Scripture and most know that the first use of the term was derogatory. Disciple, on the other hand is much more frequent, but that's not the reason he suggests we consider ourselves disciples. Disciples are followers, adherents, pupil, taught, trained, learner. Using that word negates a lot of the division that been going on in the church since Jesus returned to heaven.
Again, I was reminded that I need to examine my heart and determine if I am learning, following, adhering, etc. When it's all said and done, my week is off to a great start. Hope it's the same for you.
I agree that is the way some people seem to live their lives. However, that's not the issue. I cannot do a thing about anyone but myself. Therefore, how do I live? How far away the life God wants me to live am I? That's the issue.
The second message we listened to this morning came from Michael Youseff. He has begun a series regarding rebuilding walls and is using the book of Nehemiah. In it, the first step he mentioned in rebuilding walls is to pray. That got me to thinking. Is my prayer life is as it should be? Do I get weary of well doing and slack off because I think nothing's happening? I need to remind myself that mighty oaks do not spring up from acorns over night. It takes time. Lots of time. And, lots of hardships.
Recently, a childhood friend sent me a picture she took of the house I grew up in. It looks a lot different today. I sent copies to my brothers. My oldest brother thought I was sending a picture of where I live today. Hardly, Trees don't grow that tall in hurricane stricken Florida. He also commented that it didn't look nearly that nice when we lived in it. No, it didn't, but then again, improvements take time and money and really hard work. That little house is snug, secure. Like my middle brother chuckled. "Dad was one who believed it was one was needed, 6 was better." I think he had to go back for more nails at lest 3 times when he was putting on the aluminum siding.
Dad was a rigor in a steel mill. Only 2 people were hired after him, meaning last in, first out when it came time to lay off, which happened about every 3 years, so money could be tight. But, he and Mom continued to plan, to work, and eventually got the rooms added and the front fixed up so that it looks somewhat like it did in the picture takes in 2011. The latest picture shows a much polished little place. Would love to see what they've done with the inside. Wonder, too, if they dug out the partial basement.
No, the house doesn't look like it did when we lived there, but we were pioneers. If you could have seen what it looked like when we moved in and what it looked like when my mother sold it after Dad died, you'd understand. My hat's off to them for their faithful had work.
But, I digress.
Message number 3 came from Andy Stanley and it's amazing how there's a thread of continuity running through all the messages we hear. It doesn't always happen, but it did this morning and I have much to pray about. Stanley's message was about what the word "Christian" really means and how it's been misused and abused. He suggests we begin to call ourselves what Jesus called His followers, "Disciples." Jesus did say we were to go into all the world and make disciples. "Christian," according to Stanley, is only mentioned 3 times in Scripture and most know that the first use of the term was derogatory. Disciple, on the other hand is much more frequent, but that's not the reason he suggests we consider ourselves disciples. Disciples are followers, adherents, pupil, taught, trained, learner. Using that word negates a lot of the division that been going on in the church since Jesus returned to heaven.
Again, I was reminded that I need to examine my heart and determine if I am learning, following, adhering, etc. When it's all said and done, my week is off to a great start. Hope it's the same for you.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Rather than complain, pray.
Love that heading. It's not original. It's from Our Daily Bread, a daily devotional I use each morning, along with Jesus Calling and Jesus Today, both of which are by Sarah Young and essential to my walk with the Lord and my sanity in this world gone mad.
No, I'm not complaining. Like I said in previous blogs, it doesn't do any good, anyway. My brother has been saying that for years and he's right. It doesn't do any good. By saying we live in a world gone mad, I believe I'm merely speaking facts. What to do about it? PRAY.
Many years ago, someone suggested my prayer follow the format of ACTS and although more often than not feel like I'm "chanting as the heathen do," it does enable me to focus on Whom I'm speaking with, how worthy He is, and how much I need Him. If you're unfamiliar with ACTS, it's an acronym for "Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, and Supplication." And, it makes sense to me. Good psychologists have been using the Apostle Paul's letter writing style for many, many years. Paul starts his letters with compliments to those who are going to receive it. In Romans 1:8, for example, he says, "First, I thank my God through Jesus Christ for all of you, because your faith is proclaimed in all the world." Had to make the Romans feel pretty good, right?
Again, in I Corinthians 1:4, he says, "I give thanks to my God always for you because of the grace of God that was given you in Christ Jesus". I don't know about you, but I'm a more attentive when I'm complimented than when someone comes at me, shaking their finger under my nose.
It's not that God is more attentive when I begin my prayer with adoration, but it does make me more aware of Who I'm addressing. The God of the Universe. The Lord of Lords, the Kings of kings, the Prince of peace. Holy, almighty, majestic God. How can I do anything else but adore Him when I am aware of how wonderful He is?
Once I become aware of how great He is, I am humbled to know how weak and unworthy I am. It's been said we can only know what true repentance is when we truly understand how sinful we are and what it cost Christ to redeem us. And, so, step 2 is to search my heart and ask God if there is anything in my life that I am doing my way and if so I want to repent of it. Confession comes from the Greek word, "homolegao," which means "to agree." It's where we get the word "homogenize." And, so I confess-agree with God-that I want to remove anything that is in my life that comes between God and me.
Thanksgiving is next. There is so much to be grateful for. Even in this mad, mad, mad, mad world. This morning, I read the story of a dear friend I met online several months ago. If ever there is someone who has the right to complain, it is she. Instead, she's a bright, shining testimony of God's grace and goodness. Another friend in Mississippi is the same way. Sometimes I feel as though the path God has chosen for me is rough and rocky. I want to sing with the Marty Robbins song about God giving me a mountain too big to climb. Going over the rough patches in life, however, have drawn me closer to Him. It's removed a lot of rough edges. Unfortunately, there are still many to go. I've often said I don't envy the rich. If I had money, I'd be too busy involved in spending it to make my path smooth and easy. I wouldn't have time for God. Nor have I been willing to work as hard as those who have earned their fortunes, making envy a selfish waste of time.
Finally, supplication. It's the time we seek God's help and blessing for those things we believe are His will. Charles Stanley once did a sermon on Solomon's prayer when the Temple was dedicated. Stanley indicated we need to come to a point where our prayer is more praise than petition. I agree. However, I also noticed that Solomon's prayer didn't say "if" the people sin in any matter he listed, it says "when," meaning he had to wisdom to understand people are going to sin. That's where we can again go to adoration and thanksgiving. We do serve a loving God Who is willing to forgive. We do serve a longsuffering God and while I cringe at the number of times I have imposed on His grace by sinning, I am eternally grateful He is willing to forgive when I ask.
Supplication is the place where praying for this crazy world comes in. A new movie is coming out on August 28, I think. It's called "War Room." I hope it's as good as the trailer. Rather than complaining, we must pray. I'm beginning to see more and more people who are willing to identify with Christianity. Glen Beck said yesterday the Chinese are praying America will fall so that we will be humbled. It may take that. When the squeeze and pain of persecution begin, some will fall away and some will grow stronger. It's begun. Can't say I look forward my turn, but if it brings me, America, and especially my family and loved ones to their knees in repentance, I'll be grateful for the way God has answered those Chinese prayers.
I have to admit, down through history, a country that falls does so because they've turned their backs on God and become arrogant. Psalm 34:12 a says, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." That's where we started in 1620, but look where we are now. Am I, as a Christian, praying, or am I complaining? Am I thankful to be living in this nutty world because God has a purpose for me in it? If so, thank You, Lord. If not, please forgive me.
No, I'm not complaining. Like I said in previous blogs, it doesn't do any good, anyway. My brother has been saying that for years and he's right. It doesn't do any good. By saying we live in a world gone mad, I believe I'm merely speaking facts. What to do about it? PRAY.
Many years ago, someone suggested my prayer follow the format of ACTS and although more often than not feel like I'm "chanting as the heathen do," it does enable me to focus on Whom I'm speaking with, how worthy He is, and how much I need Him. If you're unfamiliar with ACTS, it's an acronym for "Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving, and Supplication." And, it makes sense to me. Good psychologists have been using the Apostle Paul's letter writing style for many, many years. Paul starts his letters with compliments to those who are going to receive it. In Romans 1:8, for example, he says, "First, I thank my God through Jesus Christ for all of you, because your faith is proclaimed in all the world." Had to make the Romans feel pretty good, right?
Again, in I Corinthians 1:4, he says, "I give thanks to my God always for you because of the grace of God that was given you in Christ Jesus". I don't know about you, but I'm a more attentive when I'm complimented than when someone comes at me, shaking their finger under my nose.
It's not that God is more attentive when I begin my prayer with adoration, but it does make me more aware of Who I'm addressing. The God of the Universe. The Lord of Lords, the Kings of kings, the Prince of peace. Holy, almighty, majestic God. How can I do anything else but adore Him when I am aware of how wonderful He is?
Once I become aware of how great He is, I am humbled to know how weak and unworthy I am. It's been said we can only know what true repentance is when we truly understand how sinful we are and what it cost Christ to redeem us. And, so, step 2 is to search my heart and ask God if there is anything in my life that I am doing my way and if so I want to repent of it. Confession comes from the Greek word, "homolegao," which means "to agree." It's where we get the word "homogenize." And, so I confess-agree with God-that I want to remove anything that is in my life that comes between God and me.
Thanksgiving is next. There is so much to be grateful for. Even in this mad, mad, mad, mad world. This morning, I read the story of a dear friend I met online several months ago. If ever there is someone who has the right to complain, it is she. Instead, she's a bright, shining testimony of God's grace and goodness. Another friend in Mississippi is the same way. Sometimes I feel as though the path God has chosen for me is rough and rocky. I want to sing with the Marty Robbins song about God giving me a mountain too big to climb. Going over the rough patches in life, however, have drawn me closer to Him. It's removed a lot of rough edges. Unfortunately, there are still many to go. I've often said I don't envy the rich. If I had money, I'd be too busy involved in spending it to make my path smooth and easy. I wouldn't have time for God. Nor have I been willing to work as hard as those who have earned their fortunes, making envy a selfish waste of time.
Finally, supplication. It's the time we seek God's help and blessing for those things we believe are His will. Charles Stanley once did a sermon on Solomon's prayer when the Temple was dedicated. Stanley indicated we need to come to a point where our prayer is more praise than petition. I agree. However, I also noticed that Solomon's prayer didn't say "if" the people sin in any matter he listed, it says "when," meaning he had to wisdom to understand people are going to sin. That's where we can again go to adoration and thanksgiving. We do serve a loving God Who is willing to forgive. We do serve a longsuffering God and while I cringe at the number of times I have imposed on His grace by sinning, I am eternally grateful He is willing to forgive when I ask.
Supplication is the place where praying for this crazy world comes in. A new movie is coming out on August 28, I think. It's called "War Room." I hope it's as good as the trailer. Rather than complaining, we must pray. I'm beginning to see more and more people who are willing to identify with Christianity. Glen Beck said yesterday the Chinese are praying America will fall so that we will be humbled. It may take that. When the squeeze and pain of persecution begin, some will fall away and some will grow stronger. It's begun. Can't say I look forward my turn, but if it brings me, America, and especially my family and loved ones to their knees in repentance, I'll be grateful for the way God has answered those Chinese prayers.
I have to admit, down through history, a country that falls does so because they've turned their backs on God and become arrogant. Psalm 34:12 a says, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." That's where we started in 1620, but look where we are now. Am I, as a Christian, praying, or am I complaining? Am I thankful to be living in this nutty world because God has a purpose for me in it? If so, thank You, Lord. If not, please forgive me.
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