Did you know there is a patroness of the TV?
Well, there is: Clare of Assisi.
I'm not Catholic, and I've been very forthright on this matter here. So I don't know my saints and patrons like others I'm sure, but I am very curious why an inanimate object needs a patron(ess). People...yes; countries...yes; causes....yes. But an object to which countless hours of meaningless junk is transmitted? Really Pope Pius XII?
Clare of Assisi (1193 - 1253), born Chiara Offreduccio, is one of St. Francis of Assisi's first followers and an Italian Saint. According to what I read online, Clare's life was extremely Christ-centered and selfless. She founded the Order of the Poor Ladies, and wrote the Rule of Life - "the first monastic rule known to have been written by a woman." From what we know about the respect and treatment of women in the 12th century, this is a huge deal. She obviously was extremely intelligent and very wise to have impressed the monastic rulers of the time. Upon her death, the Order of the Poor Ladies as renamed the Order of Saint Clare.
So where does the television come into play? Well, apparently Clare became ill and wasn't able to attend mass. However, projected on the wall of the common room she saw and heard mass. She was even able to identify the priests, because the image was so clear.
She was made a saint upon her death, but in 1958 she was made the patroness of the television. I suppose because she saw mass on the wall, pretty much the way TV is projected today. However, rather than question why this woman is a patroness, the question is: why does the television need a saint in the first place?
So...what is a patron saint? According to Wikipedia: A patron saint is a saint who is regarded as the intercessor and advocate in heaven of a nation, place, craft, activity, class, clan, family, or person. Patron saints, because they have already transcended to the metaphysical, are believed to be able to intercede effectively for the needs of their special charges.
So...no mention of inanimate objects like a television, radio, couch, etc. Further research proved that Television has three patron attributed to it: Gabriel the Archangel, Martin de Porres, and Clare of Assisi. Of course then there are the different sub-sections of television: writers and workers. Clare appears as the patron of television writers and Gabriel as the patron of television workers. I completely understand the idea of a career patron, but television is an object. Unless the TV asks Clare to be its intercessor of prayers, I cannot imagine why it needs a patroness.
I did find there is a patron saint for most everything you can imagine. Skin conditions, all careers, animals, people of all walks of life, and every country, city, and town. But I could never figure out why a TV needed a patroness.
If someone out in the blog world has an idea, I am completely open to hear the reasons. Thanks!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Antonietta Meo - venerable child
As you all know, I am not Catholic. No, I am not one of the many converters from Catholicism to something else. However, I did grow up Lutheran...or as Jim calls it: Catholic Lite. I did leave the Lutheran church, but have found two homes: one at the United Church of Christ and one a a non-denominational school that my girls attend.
One of the main differences between Lutheran and Catholic is this idea that saints existed and can still potentially exist. Lutherans do not believe in saints, not even the main 12 (i.e. the disciples of Jesus). Anyway, I have always been fascinated by saints, especially those that are relatively new. My fascination is centered about the lives of the saints. What makes them special. What makes them different than another person.
Today, in my Advent little blue book, there is a lovely write up about Antonietta Meo and her possible sainthood. I am not the average person when I don't know about something. I don't just take a small blurb as the totality of the information regarding that subject. So I googled the little girl and came up with these two pretty comprehensive sites on her: Nennolina and Wikipedia.
What fascinates me about this little girl is her precocious behavior with God and Christ Jesus. Between the ages of 5 and 7, little Nennolina wrote many poems and prose and laid them at the foot of her crucifix while she was dying with bone cancer. The Nennolina site has most of the writing there, but I wish there was a book that compiled these beautiful words from such a special little girl. This little girl had such honest love and beauty with her relationship with Christ. Evie tells me the little girl looks like her sister, Zoe. And I think there is a timeless quality with this little angel of God.
I am continuing to research little Nennolina and her angelic heart. I would love to have a book of her poetry and prose, so maybe I'll compile it myself.
One of the main differences between Lutheran and Catholic is this idea that saints existed and can still potentially exist. Lutherans do not believe in saints, not even the main 12 (i.e. the disciples of Jesus). Anyway, I have always been fascinated by saints, especially those that are relatively new. My fascination is centered about the lives of the saints. What makes them special. What makes them different than another person.
Today, in my Advent little blue book, there is a lovely write up about Antonietta Meo and her possible sainthood. I am not the average person when I don't know about something. I don't just take a small blurb as the totality of the information regarding that subject. So I googled the little girl and came up with these two pretty comprehensive sites on her: Nennolina and Wikipedia.
What fascinates me about this little girl is her precocious behavior with God and Christ Jesus. Between the ages of 5 and 7, little Nennolina wrote many poems and prose and laid them at the foot of her crucifix while she was dying with bone cancer. The Nennolina site has most of the writing there, but I wish there was a book that compiled these beautiful words from such a special little girl. This little girl had such honest love and beauty with her relationship with Christ. Evie tells me the little girl looks like her sister, Zoe. And I think there is a timeless quality with this little angel of God.
I am continuing to research little Nennolina and her angelic heart. I would love to have a book of her poetry and prose, so maybe I'll compile it myself.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Surprise! It's a BOY!
As in years passed, I am currently doing an Advent Bible study. I am a few days behind, but I suppose I should acknowledge that it's better late than never.
When I was a little girl I thought that a virgin was simply an unmarried woman.
I remember specifically this one Christmas (I was probably 10). My Grandma made a nativity set at ceramics class, and everyone was admiring it. My uncle and dad began to laugh, because Josephs painted eyes were very wide and surprised. They began to make suggestive comments as to why his eyes were so wide.
It was at that time that I learned the true meaning of virgin: an unchaste woman; a woman who has not had sexual intercourse. So no wonder Joseph's eyes were so darn wide. The baby Jesus wasn't his! Before this I always thought Jesus was Joseph's son, and that God put the holy spirit in Mary to inhabit the baby. So the flesh was from Joseph and spirit was from God.
The "little blue book" Advent study this year is from the book of Matthew. Like the book of Luke, Matthew starts with the genealogy proving Jesus is the Messiah. Interestingly enough, Jesus technically isn't from Joseph, so the lineage is pretty inconsequential.
This study is a Catholic one, so a "theology" connection is what they attribute the long genealogy in the scripture - not DNA. But it does leave the question, is Jesus REALLY the Messiah. This doesn't, interestingly, mean that Jesus did not die for our sins (as all good Jews believed would be the case for the Messiah). In fact, I just don't believe that on a DNA level (i.e. elemental) that one could say Jesus was Joseph's biological son. But was there anything in the Bible that said this descendant of the house of David would HAVE to be blood related?
I find it interesting that the gospel of Matthew does so much to prove that Jesus is the Messiah. I realize that the earliest Christians needed to be shown that in fact this man, Jesus, was the true Messiah spoken of in the books of the Tanakh. However, Matthew chooses to quote Isaiah and the verse about the virgin bearing a son and naming him Emmanuel.
In Matthew, the birth narrative tells us that Mary was a virgin and became pregnant. However, we all know she called the baby Jesus, as told to Joseph. The Angel of the Lord tells Joseph that Mary has been impregnated by the Holy Spirit, and the baby will be called Jesus. Emmanuel means God is with us. But Jesus means the Lord is salvation. I realize that the Tanakh spoke of a boy child that would be the Messiah, one that would definitely prove that God is with us. But this Jesus of Nazareth, our salvation, is he the same man the Hebrews were waiting for? According to scholars, Emmanuel and Jesus are similar names. I'm not positive. My name is Michelle. It means, one who is like God. What if the Angel of the Lord told Joseph that his name shall be Michael (which means the same as Michelle)? After all, the Jehovah Witnesses will tell you the Angel Michael came on Earth to be Jesus. Yes, leave it to a JW to really mess with your brain!
I recall a song from when I was a child. My mother was in a chorus and at Christmas they sang this song about Jesus's many names: Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace, Lord of Lords, Mighty God, Emmanuel, etc. In my research today, I found a website that lists over 100 names and titles that Jesus went by: 100 Names. So does it matter what his name will be called? We call him so many things.
For me Advent is a time of Hope, Peace, Joy and Love. Devotion and meditation surrounded by the titles of the 4 Advent candles in the Advent wreath. In past years, Advent is always the craziest time of the year, with the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. However, this year, I am focusing on the sense of inner Hope, inner Peace, inner Joy and inner Love. So that by this time next year I can pass those principles along to others.
When I was a little girl I thought that a virgin was simply an unmarried woman.
I remember specifically this one Christmas (I was probably 10). My Grandma made a nativity set at ceramics class, and everyone was admiring it. My uncle and dad began to laugh, because Josephs painted eyes were very wide and surprised. They began to make suggestive comments as to why his eyes were so wide.
It was at that time that I learned the true meaning of virgin: an unchaste woman; a woman who has not had sexual intercourse. So no wonder Joseph's eyes were so darn wide. The baby Jesus wasn't his! Before this I always thought Jesus was Joseph's son, and that God put the holy spirit in Mary to inhabit the baby. So the flesh was from Joseph and spirit was from God.
The "little blue book" Advent study this year is from the book of Matthew. Like the book of Luke, Matthew starts with the genealogy proving Jesus is the Messiah. Interestingly enough, Jesus technically isn't from Joseph, so the lineage is pretty inconsequential.
This study is a Catholic one, so a "theology" connection is what they attribute the long genealogy in the scripture - not DNA. But it does leave the question, is Jesus REALLY the Messiah. This doesn't, interestingly, mean that Jesus did not die for our sins (as all good Jews believed would be the case for the Messiah). In fact, I just don't believe that on a DNA level (i.e. elemental) that one could say Jesus was Joseph's biological son. But was there anything in the Bible that said this descendant of the house of David would HAVE to be blood related?
I find it interesting that the gospel of Matthew does so much to prove that Jesus is the Messiah. I realize that the earliest Christians needed to be shown that in fact this man, Jesus, was the true Messiah spoken of in the books of the Tanakh. However, Matthew chooses to quote Isaiah and the verse about the virgin bearing a son and naming him Emmanuel.
In Matthew, the birth narrative tells us that Mary was a virgin and became pregnant. However, we all know she called the baby Jesus, as told to Joseph. The Angel of the Lord tells Joseph that Mary has been impregnated by the Holy Spirit, and the baby will be called Jesus. Emmanuel means God is with us. But Jesus means the Lord is salvation. I realize that the Tanakh spoke of a boy child that would be the Messiah, one that would definitely prove that God is with us. But this Jesus of Nazareth, our salvation, is he the same man the Hebrews were waiting for? According to scholars, Emmanuel and Jesus are similar names. I'm not positive. My name is Michelle. It means, one who is like God. What if the Angel of the Lord told Joseph that his name shall be Michael (which means the same as Michelle)? After all, the Jehovah Witnesses will tell you the Angel Michael came on Earth to be Jesus. Yes, leave it to a JW to really mess with your brain!
I recall a song from when I was a child. My mother was in a chorus and at Christmas they sang this song about Jesus's many names: Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace, Lord of Lords, Mighty God, Emmanuel, etc. In my research today, I found a website that lists over 100 names and titles that Jesus went by: 100 Names. So does it matter what his name will be called? We call him so many things.
For me Advent is a time of Hope, Peace, Joy and Love. Devotion and meditation surrounded by the titles of the 4 Advent candles in the Advent wreath. In past years, Advent is always the craziest time of the year, with the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. However, this year, I am focusing on the sense of inner Hope, inner Peace, inner Joy and inner Love. So that by this time next year I can pass those principles along to others.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I have a secret...
I have myself a secret
I keep it locked up well.
For I have made a promise
And to no one did I tell.
I have myself a secret
As many people do.
But this is not about me
But rather about you.
I have myself a secret
But little do I know.
If what I think's a secret
Is only just a show.
I have myself a secret
But friends we are no more.
So maybe I could tell it
Thus evening the score.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
When patience becomes pointless
I have never been patient. However, as a Mother I have daily reminders of my desire to learn the virtue. For those of you without children, no matter what you do each day (may that be work, go to school, etc.) nothing, NOTHING, is as trying to your patience as being a parent. I also think that is multiplied infinitely when you are the primary caregiver.
Earlier this year, I worked and reworked a manuscript that I have been working on for almost two years now. I posted a blog about it back in April: The Tra La La Tree. After posting the blog I began sending it out to a variety of publishing companies.
As expected, it was not picked up by any of the first round of submissions. I began round two of the manuscript submissions. I also wrote a few short stories during this time, and submitted them to Christian monthly publications. The Invitation, Three Billy Goats Grrruff, The Green-Eyed Monster, and Poetry are the writings which kept me busy throughout the summer months.
Then I read two books this fall that were published by independent (less-known) companies. The one that stood out was Zoe Life Publishing (Zoe...just like my daughter's name). So I made color copies of the illustrations for Tra La La Tree and sent the entire manuscript to both companies. I don't consider myself an artist, just someone that likes to draw. I also had this image of the tree...a specific idea...and I was afraid that an illustrator would not be able to effectively produce my imagination.
So off my manuscript went. Then seven weeks ago I came home to a phone message from Dr. Adams from Zoe Life Publishing. They loved my manuscript. YES! All the work finally paid off! I phoned her back, and left a message. I was impressed with the lovely answering system they had, and the lovely message was very sweet and Christ-focused. But I did not hear back. Two days later I called again, thinking that maybe I should leave my cell phone number too. Left another message. Two weeks later I phoned yet again, this time hoping to get an actual person. No dice. Another message left.
This passed Saturday, November 27th (coincidentally my mom's birthday), I wrote an email to Zoe Life Publishing. Mainly because I really want closure with this unsettling incident. I just feel like I was told a cruel joke, or at least there was zero respect for my emotions regarding the manuscript. After all, my writing has always been a piece of my heart. Here is what I wrote:
To Whom It Concerns:
I submitted my manuscript, "The Tra La La Tree," to Zoe Publishing a few months ago.
I also heard, via phone message, from Dr. Adams regarding interest in the above mentioned manuscript.
Since then I have returned this phone message a couple times hoping to contact Dr. Adams to further discuss my manuscript. Unfortunately this has not happened.
If you are still interested in speaking to me regarding my manuscript, please contact me at:
313-XXX-XXXX (home phone)
313-XXX-XXXX (cell phone)
XXXXX12@gmail.com (email address)
I would also appreciate if you have changed your mind, if you could let me know that as well.
Thank you for your time.
So you can understand my surprise when I received the following shortly after sending my email:
Earlier this year, I worked and reworked a manuscript that I have been working on for almost two years now. I posted a blog about it back in April: The Tra La La Tree. After posting the blog I began sending it out to a variety of publishing companies.
As expected, it was not picked up by any of the first round of submissions. I began round two of the manuscript submissions. I also wrote a few short stories during this time, and submitted them to Christian monthly publications. The Invitation, Three Billy Goats Grrruff, The Green-Eyed Monster, and Poetry are the writings which kept me busy throughout the summer months.
Then I read two books this fall that were published by independent (less-known) companies. The one that stood out was Zoe Life Publishing (Zoe...just like my daughter's name). So I made color copies of the illustrations for Tra La La Tree and sent the entire manuscript to both companies. I don't consider myself an artist, just someone that likes to draw. I also had this image of the tree...a specific idea...and I was afraid that an illustrator would not be able to effectively produce my imagination.
So off my manuscript went. Then seven weeks ago I came home to a phone message from Dr. Adams from Zoe Life Publishing. They loved my manuscript. YES! All the work finally paid off! I phoned her back, and left a message. I was impressed with the lovely answering system they had, and the lovely message was very sweet and Christ-focused. But I did not hear back. Two days later I called again, thinking that maybe I should leave my cell phone number too. Left another message. Two weeks later I phoned yet again, this time hoping to get an actual person. No dice. Another message left.
This passed Saturday, November 27th (coincidentally my mom's birthday), I wrote an email to Zoe Life Publishing. Mainly because I really want closure with this unsettling incident. I just feel like I was told a cruel joke, or at least there was zero respect for my emotions regarding the manuscript. After all, my writing has always been a piece of my heart. Here is what I wrote:
To Whom It Concerns:
I submitted my manuscript, "The Tra La La Tree," to Zoe Publishing a few months ago.
I also heard, via phone message, from Dr. Adams regarding interest in the above mentioned manuscript.
Since then I have returned this phone message a couple times hoping to contact Dr. Adams to further discuss my manuscript. Unfortunately this has not happened.
If you are still interested in speaking to me regarding my manuscript, please contact me at:
313-XXX-XXXX (home phone)
313-XXX-XXXX (cell phone)
XXXXX12@gmail.com (email address)
I would also appreciate if you have changed your mind, if you could let me know that as well.
Thank you for your time.
So you can understand my surprise when I received the following shortly after sending my email:
Hi Michelle:
Our offices are closed for the holiday and will be re opening on Monday. I will also give you a call at the time. Thanks for following up.
Blessings
Sabrina
But now it is Thursday, and I have not heard a word. Do I email back? Do I just realize that people are not what they seem?
At what point does patience become pointless? I think I have hit the point that patience is not longer the acceptable behavior needed for this situation. Sigh.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Pinecones and holly berries...
I have been a blogger since my daughter, Zoe, was born. Essentially I have been writing down ideas, thoughts, creative muses, etc. on this Internet of ours for almost 6 years.
In the beginning I was extremely naive. I left myself open to comments that didn't require authorization. I simply allowed "all" who were interested the ability to comment about my daughter. At first it wasn't a problem, because NO ONE left a comment. Not even family (yeah, sad I realize). But then I got a lovely joker that decided I was going to be his/her "troll" of the moment. I didn't even realize people like this existed. Which is rather sad, actually, considering we've all prank called as teenagers, and wanted to just be rude for no particular reason. Of course, at that point, I had to become much more selective to what I wanted to post, and to whom I wanted to let comment.
Then I got pregnant again. Zoe's blog was always directed as a first person narrative, given by baby Zoe herself. I titled the blog: Zoe's World, as an homage to Elmo's World. Elmo's best friend is Zoe, not the reason we named our daughter, Zoe, but I digress. When our daughter, Evie (Eva) was born the name of the blog became "The Life and Times of Zoe and Eva," to honor that both girls were going to contribute. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I have kept the narrative to be Zoe's voice - mostly because I really enjoy writing from her view point.
As time passed, I noticed that there was this burning desire to have my own voice. That is where "A Closer Walk" came into play. At first it was a blog to hash out my ideas regarding my various Bible studies; at one time I was in 3 (yes, I really tend to overdue things). But I really began to believe it was a self-indulgent project; only for me and a few select people that were my "friend" in the "real world," and thus only following because they knew me and cared about me.
Then I read a fantastic book a few months back called, "Inspired By Autism." The author, Claudreen Jackson was so inspirational to me. Not as a Christian mother of an autistic son, but as a Christian mom of a child - trying to simply raise him as best as she could in this world. And there, my friends, is where I no longer wanted to write a blog that was self-indulgent. Forgive me, but I really do want to share my views and ideas with this world - at least those that are listening.
After completing, "Inspired," I was compelled to blog about it. I could not imagine NOT blogging about this book. Then a few weeks ago, the author came across my blog. Yes! And she commented on it! What a huge honor.
So tonight, I was going to dedicate this blog to Claudreen, and her inspiration: in her book and out of her book. Upon logging into my blog, I noticed a new member that is following what I'm saying on here. Really? Someone I don't know for real?
And there she was: Kristina Noelle. A little Christmas miracle (NOEL) - just for me. In fact, a few months ago I felt this blog was over...done. But thank you, Kristina. You have inspired me to continue my journey. The journey to find the answers - whatever that means.
When I was in grade school we sang a medley. It was a mash up of "It's Beginning to Look A lot Like Christmas" and "Pine Cones and Holly Berries." I was one of the selected kids to sing "Pine Cones" and even though it wasn't a well known Christmas song, it made a silly song like "Beginning to Look..." so much nicer and richer. So I have decided, on this November 27th, 2010 I would like to be the "Pine Cones and Holly Berries." Definitely not the "MAIN" song in the medley - the one EVERYONE knows. No! Rather that other, less known (or unknown song), song that makes the familiar one sound just a little bit better...a little bit richer.
May the god or goddess of your heart bless you this lovely evening, and may you continue to follow me as I continue my journey.
In the beginning I was extremely naive. I left myself open to comments that didn't require authorization. I simply allowed "all" who were interested the ability to comment about my daughter. At first it wasn't a problem, because NO ONE left a comment. Not even family (yeah, sad I realize). But then I got a lovely joker that decided I was going to be his/her "troll" of the moment. I didn't even realize people like this existed. Which is rather sad, actually, considering we've all prank called as teenagers, and wanted to just be rude for no particular reason. Of course, at that point, I had to become much more selective to what I wanted to post, and to whom I wanted to let comment.
Then I got pregnant again. Zoe's blog was always directed as a first person narrative, given by baby Zoe herself. I titled the blog: Zoe's World, as an homage to Elmo's World. Elmo's best friend is Zoe, not the reason we named our daughter, Zoe, but I digress. When our daughter, Evie (Eva) was born the name of the blog became "The Life and Times of Zoe and Eva," to honor that both girls were going to contribute. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I have kept the narrative to be Zoe's voice - mostly because I really enjoy writing from her view point.
As time passed, I noticed that there was this burning desire to have my own voice. That is where "A Closer Walk" came into play. At first it was a blog to hash out my ideas regarding my various Bible studies; at one time I was in 3 (yes, I really tend to overdue things). But I really began to believe it was a self-indulgent project; only for me and a few select people that were my "friend" in the "real world," and thus only following because they knew me and cared about me.
Then I read a fantastic book a few months back called, "Inspired By Autism." The author, Claudreen Jackson was so inspirational to me. Not as a Christian mother of an autistic son, but as a Christian mom of a child - trying to simply raise him as best as she could in this world. And there, my friends, is where I no longer wanted to write a blog that was self-indulgent. Forgive me, but I really do want to share my views and ideas with this world - at least those that are listening.
After completing, "Inspired," I was compelled to blog about it. I could not imagine NOT blogging about this book. Then a few weeks ago, the author came across my blog. Yes! And she commented on it! What a huge honor.
So tonight, I was going to dedicate this blog to Claudreen, and her inspiration: in her book and out of her book. Upon logging into my blog, I noticed a new member that is following what I'm saying on here. Really? Someone I don't know for real?
And there she was: Kristina Noelle. A little Christmas miracle (NOEL) - just for me. In fact, a few months ago I felt this blog was over...done. But thank you, Kristina. You have inspired me to continue my journey. The journey to find the answers - whatever that means.
When I was in grade school we sang a medley. It was a mash up of "It's Beginning to Look A lot Like Christmas" and "Pine Cones and Holly Berries." I was one of the selected kids to sing "Pine Cones" and even though it wasn't a well known Christmas song, it made a silly song like "Beginning to Look..." so much nicer and richer. So I have decided, on this November 27th, 2010 I would like to be the "Pine Cones and Holly Berries." Definitely not the "MAIN" song in the medley - the one EVERYONE knows. No! Rather that other, less known (or unknown song), song that makes the familiar one sound just a little bit better...a little bit richer.
May the god or goddess of your heart bless you this lovely evening, and may you continue to follow me as I continue my journey.
Friday, September 17, 2010
He Holds the Future
When storms are raging' round me
And I'm drowning in quicksand,
And unhappy things are happening,
Things that I don't understand,
When I don't know what esle to do,
I'll just do what I can.
Because He who holds the Future
He also holds my hand.
I'll believe that God is with me
Every step of the way.
If He brought me to it
He'll bring me through it,
So in His care I'll stay.
And I will face my future
According to His plan.
He who holds the Future
Also holds my hand.
Claudreen Jackson
And I'm drowning in quicksand,
And unhappy things are happening,
Things that I don't understand,
When I don't know what esle to do,
I'll just do what I can.
Because He who holds the Future
He also holds my hand.
I'll believe that God is with me
Every step of the way.
If He brought me to it
He'll bring me through it,
So in His care I'll stay.
And I will face my future
According to His plan.
He who holds the Future
Also holds my hand.
Claudreen Jackson
Inspired by Austism
I love, love, loved this little memoir by Claudreen Jackson. She used quotes from other authors that helped her with her son's condition. Here are my favorite:
"Like a ship that's tossed and driven
and battered by an angry sea
When the storm of life are raging
and the fury falls on me
I wonder just what I have done that makes
my race so hard to run
Then I say to my soul, "Don't worry.
The Lord will make a way somehow."
"Precious Lord, take my hand.
Lead me on, let me stand.
I'm tired, I am weak, I am worn.
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand, Precious Lord, lead me on.
"God created us and He can constantly and automatically recreate us."
Psalms 23:3 "He restores my soul."
"Don't die with your music still in you."
Friday, August 20, 2010
rantings from a Christian mom
If I had to choose a religion that best "fits" me, I would chose Christianity. I believe that the teachings of Jesus Christ are wonderful ways in which we are humans can live a loving and giving life. To be closer to our Creator, and living a life that he/she wants for us is what our goal should be. To be more Christ-like...which, in my humble opinion means: To LOVE.
Even with all the Bible studying that I've done in this last year, I still view the overall message very different than the people that judge others and use scripture as a reason to judge others.
Yes, maybe I'm a contradiction. I believe in the teachings of Jesus. I am a Christian. I want my children to grow up knowing God and Jesus. I have what some call a "personal" relationship with Christ. I pray to God. I do my best to live the way Jesus taught others. And that is why I am perplexed at the hatred Christians (on a whole) tend to exhibit. Sometimes I am embarrassed to call myself a Christian? Why? Because there is so much anger, hatred, and judging that those calling themselves Christians exhibit.
Currently there is a huge situation with putting a Mosque near the site of the 9/11 bombings on the Twin Towers in New York city. I realize that the terrorists that drove their planes into the buildings were Muslim, but above all they were terrorists. If they were Christian extremists, would there be a debate if a group wanted to place a church in the vicinity? I cannot imagine. In fact, what exactly would Christians say if a Muslim group or some Muslim individuals were protesting that there shouldn't be a church by a place that a Christian bombed?
The news (i.e. that to which I hear on NPR and read online) paints a picture of such bigotry and ironic Christian behavior that I am provoked to stand on my soapbox and rant. If you aren't interested to read further, close your browser window or click on a link and get off this page.
What is fascinating to me is: where does the anger originate? Why are people so angry that a place of worship would be built by a site of horrible carnage? After all, many different people were killed that day: Christian, Jew, Muslim, white, black, etc. etc. So why is there such madness about the Muslim worship center? In my opinion, truth lies in the main reason for anger: Muslims bombed our Christian country...they don't deserve a worship center near the bombings. Are we really a Christian country? What happened to religious freedom? And on an Evangelical-based twist: is Satan to blame for the hatred?
I am not suggesting that murderers should go unpunished. But I find it very interesting how quickly Christians throw the stones at an entire religion, when only those involved should be punished in the end. Jesus said in Matthew 12:36-37:
"But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned."
So who is judging then? Should we judge? What if the son of a best friend commits suicide? Do we go to the funeral quoting how the child will suffer in the pits of hell (which isn't in the Bible...but another blog topic)? Of course not. If you are a Christian, you believe in a judgment day. Don't we want more people to desire to be more like Christ? If the only Christians in the lime-light are those exhibiting hatred, how many others are going to jump on board and say, "YES! THAT IS WHAT I WANT! I WANT TO FOLLOW CHRIST LIKE THOSE PEOPLE!" I would have to think most people would not want to be like that.
Many Christians don't believe that Jehovah Witnesses are Christians. But I cannot see them as anything but Christ-like. Yes, some of their beliefs are a bit non-mainstream (I cannot imagine a life without Birthdays and holidays), but they are true "uniters". They don't vote for political leaders, because they believe law comes from Jehovah (God). They don't kill others (i.e. fight in wars), so they are listening to Jesus when he says, "love your neighbor" and "you shouldn't kill". They don't take a sign and join the non-abortion rallies, yet they are very strict on what life is. Life starts at conception for them...they just don't want to exhibit hatred to others. This is very admirable. They aren't hypocrites.
When I say hypocrites, I have to be careful because it dabs into my own judging of others. However, I am going to explain what I mean when I say that MANY Christians are hypocrites. God said, "Thou shall not kill." Okay...pretty damn simple I think. This scripture is in the Old Testament, or the Hebrew Scripture, or the Tanakh. Therefore, all three main religions (Muslim, Jew, and Christian) believe this. In fact, if you missed it in Exodus, it's right there in Deuteronomy. And if you grew up a Lutheran, the 10 Commandments you use are the ones in Deuteronomy. Which is a great discussion on one of your first dates! Who is right? The Lutherans or the rest of Christiandom? Really...does it matter? The Commandments are the same.
So lets get back to the point. No killing. Christians don't want to kill unborn babies, which is totally in line with scripture. But what about killing a prisoner? What about killing in war? How is this any different than killing another person or a baby? Aren't the men and women in the armed force innocent? Just because the people that are the "enemies" are on the other side doesn't mean they aren't God's people. I always find the statement, "God was on our side" to be so ridiculous. What about all the children he lost?
Killing is just one of the hypocritical points of those that take on the guise of Christian. So it's often difficult to express myself, hoping others don't assume I'm one of "those" Christians. **this statement makes me laugh**
But I digress. I am angry. Angry that Christians and Muslims are fighting still...after all these years. Wars fought in Jesus's name. Not letting others have the right to worship. What would the founding fathers think of this? The founding fathers weren't Christian...they were deists at best. Of course, by this point, they had killed to get to their place in govenment...so I suppose America was founded by hypocrites...ah, who the hell cares?
I do. I care for my children. I want them to be Christ-like. I don't want them to think that means to hate others that aren't Christian. Or to judge those that are different then what the Bible teaches. Jehovah Witnesses never shy away from trying to teach homosexuals or members of other religions. They believe that people can change. I believe that to. At least I am trying to believe that.
All we truly need is Love. I realize that I am referencing a song. But it's true. The old saying, "Why can't we all just get along?" is right up there too.
So go ahead with your hate...your fear...your personal agendas. Hopefully I can be more Christ-like and show my children that LOVE is what being a Christian is all about. Maybe, just maybe, they'll grow up to love others no matter what religion, or color, or background, or sex, or whatever. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get to see them grow up to live fruitful Christian loving lives. Maybe.
Even with all the Bible studying that I've done in this last year, I still view the overall message very different than the people that judge others and use scripture as a reason to judge others.
Yes, maybe I'm a contradiction. I believe in the teachings of Jesus. I am a Christian. I want my children to grow up knowing God and Jesus. I have what some call a "personal" relationship with Christ. I pray to God. I do my best to live the way Jesus taught others. And that is why I am perplexed at the hatred Christians (on a whole) tend to exhibit. Sometimes I am embarrassed to call myself a Christian? Why? Because there is so much anger, hatred, and judging that those calling themselves Christians exhibit.
Currently there is a huge situation with putting a Mosque near the site of the 9/11 bombings on the Twin Towers in New York city. I realize that the terrorists that drove their planes into the buildings were Muslim, but above all they were terrorists. If they were Christian extremists, would there be a debate if a group wanted to place a church in the vicinity? I cannot imagine. In fact, what exactly would Christians say if a Muslim group or some Muslim individuals were protesting that there shouldn't be a church by a place that a Christian bombed?
The news (i.e. that to which I hear on NPR and read online) paints a picture of such bigotry and ironic Christian behavior that I am provoked to stand on my soapbox and rant. If you aren't interested to read further, close your browser window or click on a link and get off this page.
What is fascinating to me is: where does the anger originate? Why are people so angry that a place of worship would be built by a site of horrible carnage? After all, many different people were killed that day: Christian, Jew, Muslim, white, black, etc. etc. So why is there such madness about the Muslim worship center? In my opinion, truth lies in the main reason for anger: Muslims bombed our Christian country...they don't deserve a worship center near the bombings. Are we really a Christian country? What happened to religious freedom? And on an Evangelical-based twist: is Satan to blame for the hatred?
I am not suggesting that murderers should go unpunished. But I find it very interesting how quickly Christians throw the stones at an entire religion, when only those involved should be punished in the end. Jesus said in Matthew 12:36-37:
"But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned."
So who is judging then? Should we judge? What if the son of a best friend commits suicide? Do we go to the funeral quoting how the child will suffer in the pits of hell (which isn't in the Bible...but another blog topic)? Of course not. If you are a Christian, you believe in a judgment day. Don't we want more people to desire to be more like Christ? If the only Christians in the lime-light are those exhibiting hatred, how many others are going to jump on board and say, "YES! THAT IS WHAT I WANT! I WANT TO FOLLOW CHRIST LIKE THOSE PEOPLE!" I would have to think most people would not want to be like that.
Many Christians don't believe that Jehovah Witnesses are Christians. But I cannot see them as anything but Christ-like. Yes, some of their beliefs are a bit non-mainstream (I cannot imagine a life without Birthdays and holidays), but they are true "uniters". They don't vote for political leaders, because they believe law comes from Jehovah (God). They don't kill others (i.e. fight in wars), so they are listening to Jesus when he says, "love your neighbor" and "you shouldn't kill". They don't take a sign and join the non-abortion rallies, yet they are very strict on what life is. Life starts at conception for them...they just don't want to exhibit hatred to others. This is very admirable. They aren't hypocrites.
When I say hypocrites, I have to be careful because it dabs into my own judging of others. However, I am going to explain what I mean when I say that MANY Christians are hypocrites. God said, "Thou shall not kill." Okay...pretty damn simple I think. This scripture is in the Old Testament, or the Hebrew Scripture, or the Tanakh. Therefore, all three main religions (Muslim, Jew, and Christian) believe this. In fact, if you missed it in Exodus, it's right there in Deuteronomy. And if you grew up a Lutheran, the 10 Commandments you use are the ones in Deuteronomy. Which is a great discussion on one of your first dates! Who is right? The Lutherans or the rest of Christiandom? Really...does it matter? The Commandments are the same.
So lets get back to the point. No killing. Christians don't want to kill unborn babies, which is totally in line with scripture. But what about killing a prisoner? What about killing in war? How is this any different than killing another person or a baby? Aren't the men and women in the armed force innocent? Just because the people that are the "enemies" are on the other side doesn't mean they aren't God's people. I always find the statement, "God was on our side" to be so ridiculous. What about all the children he lost?
Killing is just one of the hypocritical points of those that take on the guise of Christian. So it's often difficult to express myself, hoping others don't assume I'm one of "those" Christians. **this statement makes me laugh**
But I digress. I am angry. Angry that Christians and Muslims are fighting still...after all these years. Wars fought in Jesus's name. Not letting others have the right to worship. What would the founding fathers think of this? The founding fathers weren't Christian...they were deists at best. Of course, by this point, they had killed to get to their place in govenment...so I suppose America was founded by hypocrites...ah, who the hell cares?
I do. I care for my children. I want them to be Christ-like. I don't want them to think that means to hate others that aren't Christian. Or to judge those that are different then what the Bible teaches. Jehovah Witnesses never shy away from trying to teach homosexuals or members of other religions. They believe that people can change. I believe that to. At least I am trying to believe that.
All we truly need is Love. I realize that I am referencing a song. But it's true. The old saying, "Why can't we all just get along?" is right up there too.
So go ahead with your hate...your fear...your personal agendas. Hopefully I can be more Christ-like and show my children that LOVE is what being a Christian is all about. Maybe, just maybe, they'll grow up to love others no matter what religion, or color, or background, or sex, or whatever. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get to see them grow up to live fruitful Christian loving lives. Maybe.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
children's poetry
The Swing
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
I swing with Mama
On the porch
Back and Forth
and back again
Smiling faces
Lifelong Friends
The Butterfly
Flutterby Butterfly
Way up high
In the sky
Flutterby Butterfly
I wonder why
You stop by
Flutterby Butterfly
You must fly?
Well then, goodbye
The Clock
Tickity Tock Tickity Tock
Go the hands up on the clock
Tockity Tick Tockity Tick
Seconds, minutes, hours-click
Tickity Tock Tickity Tock
Hands around the face do walk
Tockity Tick Tockity Tick
Numbers pass, and wheels turn quick!
The Grocery Store
I stand up on my tippy toes
Up high, so I can see
The cash register and counter top
With all the groceries.
There are apples and bananas,
Avocado, eggplant too,
Lettuce, celery, and tomatoes,
Green beans and beef for stew.
Each item gets a chance to pass
Beside a small red light,
We get to choose which bags to use
I watch to my delight.
The cashier takes the money owed
Returns to us the change,
Our shopping cart is piled sky-high
Just like a mountain range.
Polka Party
Papa plays accordion,
He oom-pas all day long.
Grandma starts in clapping,
And I, I sing a song.
Dancing two-four rhythms,
The “squeezebox” bellows blow.
Then grandma takes my hands,
And ‘round and ‘round we go!
Elbow Haiku
Clever human bone
Carefully concealed beneath
Surprise! An Elbow!
Back and Forth
Back and Forth
I swing with Mama
On the porch
Back and Forth
and back again
Smiling faces
Lifelong Friends
The Butterfly
Flutterby Butterfly
Way up high
In the sky
Flutterby Butterfly
I wonder why
You stop by
Flutterby Butterfly
You must fly?
Well then, goodbye
The Clock
Tickity Tock Tickity Tock
Go the hands up on the clock
Tockity Tick Tockity Tick
Seconds, minutes, hours-click
Tickity Tock Tickity Tock
Hands around the face do walk
Tockity Tick Tockity Tick
Numbers pass, and wheels turn quick!
The Grocery Store
I stand up on my tippy toes
Up high, so I can see
The cash register and counter top
With all the groceries.
There are apples and bananas,
Avocado, eggplant too,
Lettuce, celery, and tomatoes,
Green beans and beef for stew.
Each item gets a chance to pass
Beside a small red light,
We get to choose which bags to use
I watch to my delight.
The cashier takes the money owed
Returns to us the change,
Our shopping cart is piled sky-high
Just like a mountain range.
Polka Party
Papa plays accordion,
He oom-pas all day long.
Grandma starts in clapping,
And I, I sing a song.
Dancing two-four rhythms,
The “squeezebox” bellows blow.
Then grandma takes my hands,
And ‘round and ‘round we go!
Elbow Haiku
Clever human bone
Carefully concealed beneath
Surprise! An Elbow!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Humourous Attempt 2.0
Three Billy Goats Rrruff
"All set back there?" Mom called from the blue flowered couch in the family room.
"Almost," the girls answered between giggles.
Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater was about ready to begin its premier production of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, but the sisters couldn't find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet. The puppet theater had been a present from Uncle Joe when he came into town to visit the family earlier in the week. It was beautifully made, and even had a rainbow curtain and removable scenery to do a variety of puppet plays.
"Where did you see it last, Libby?" Gabby questioned angrily.
"Gabby, just because I'm younger doesn't mean I took the troll puppet! How do I know you didn't take it with you to a friend's house and leave it there!" Libby answered sadly.
Where could the puppet have gone? Even though Mom, Uncle Joe, and Granny were the only audience members, the sisters wanted to put on the best show ever. And everyone knows you can't perform the Three Billy Goats Gruff without the Mean 'Ol Troll.
"What's going on back there girls?" Mom asked over the bickering.
"We can't seem to find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet, and we need him for our play." Gabby said.
"Yeah, and I am getting all the blame," cried Libby.
"Well, girls," Uncle Joe began, "it looks as if we have a classic mystery here." Uncle Joe had a great way of creating excitement whenever he was around. "I'm sure it's around here somewhere. After all, it couldn't have just gotten up and walked away!"
"OOH!" cried Libby, "I'll get my detective gear." Libby disappeared into her bedroom, where she had lots and lots of cool costumes and accessories.
"Why don't we all help you girls look," said Granny.
After a few minutes, Libby returned looking like a super sleuth. "I'm all ready!"
Everyone laughed along with Libby and her silly costume. Then they began looking all around the living room. Pillows were pulled off the furniture and chairs were moved in case the puppet had been accidentally pushed underneath. But the family didn't have any luck.
"What we need to do is to look for clues," said Uncle Joe in a deep serious voice.
The girls laughed at Uncle Joe's dramatic dialogue, and began looking for clues. Libby even used her magnifying glass to search for hard to see clues. Everyone was starting to get frustrated, until Mom cried out, "Hey everyone, look what I found!" She was standing behind the puppet theater and holding a nylon dog bone in her hand like a trophy. "It was under one of the other puppets."
"Moose!" Everyone loudly exclaimed at once.
Just then a large chocolate lab pounced into the living room panting and chasing his tail.
"Moose, did YOU take the puppet, boy?" Uncle Joe asked the very excited dog.
"Rrruff! Moose answered and begged for a doggie treat.
"Show us where you took him, Moose!" Uncle Joe said as he enthusiastically pet the dog.
"Rrruff!" Moose replied and ran to the back bedroom with his tongue hanging. The family followed close behind. There in his dog bed was the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet covered in fur. It appeared Moose had made a trade: his bone for the puppet.
"Well look at that! Moose made a new friend!" Mom laughed.
"Rrruff!" Moose barked in reply.
"At least he didn't chew the puppet apart," said Granny.
"Hurray! Now we can finish our puppet show!" Gabby cheered.
The family returned to the living room, Mom gently cleaned off the hairy troll puppet, and the girls were finally ready to being the much anticipated show.
Then in their loudest stage voices, the girls sang, "Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater proudly presents: The Three Billy Goats..."
"Rrruff!" barked Moose.
Everyone laughed.
"All set back there?" Mom called from the blue flowered couch in the family room.
"Almost," the girls answered between giggles.
Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater was about ready to begin its premier production of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, but the sisters couldn't find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet. The puppet theater had been a present from Uncle Joe when he came into town to visit the family earlier in the week. It was beautifully made, and even had a rainbow curtain and removable scenery to do a variety of puppet plays.
"Where did you see it last, Libby?" Gabby questioned angrily.
"Gabby, just because I'm younger doesn't mean I took the troll puppet! How do I know you didn't take it with you to a friend's house and leave it there!" Libby answered sadly.
Where could the puppet have gone? Even though Mom, Uncle Joe, and Granny were the only audience members, the sisters wanted to put on the best show ever. And everyone knows you can't perform the Three Billy Goats Gruff without the Mean 'Ol Troll.
"What's going on back there girls?" Mom asked over the bickering.
"We can't seem to find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet, and we need him for our play." Gabby said.
"Yeah, and I am getting all the blame," cried Libby.
"Well, girls," Uncle Joe began, "it looks as if we have a classic mystery here." Uncle Joe had a great way of creating excitement whenever he was around. "I'm sure it's around here somewhere. After all, it couldn't have just gotten up and walked away!"
"OOH!" cried Libby, "I'll get my detective gear." Libby disappeared into her bedroom, where she had lots and lots of cool costumes and accessories.
"Why don't we all help you girls look," said Granny.
After a few minutes, Libby returned looking like a super sleuth. "I'm all ready!"
Everyone laughed along with Libby and her silly costume. Then they began looking all around the living room. Pillows were pulled off the furniture and chairs were moved in case the puppet had been accidentally pushed underneath. But the family didn't have any luck.
"What we need to do is to look for clues," said Uncle Joe in a deep serious voice.
The girls laughed at Uncle Joe's dramatic dialogue, and began looking for clues. Libby even used her magnifying glass to search for hard to see clues. Everyone was starting to get frustrated, until Mom cried out, "Hey everyone, look what I found!" She was standing behind the puppet theater and holding a nylon dog bone in her hand like a trophy. "It was under one of the other puppets."
"Moose!" Everyone loudly exclaimed at once.
Just then a large chocolate lab pounced into the living room panting and chasing his tail.
"Moose, did YOU take the puppet, boy?" Uncle Joe asked the very excited dog.
"Rrruff! Moose answered and begged for a doggie treat.
"Show us where you took him, Moose!" Uncle Joe said as he enthusiastically pet the dog.
"Rrruff!" Moose replied and ran to the back bedroom with his tongue hanging. The family followed close behind. There in his dog bed was the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet covered in fur. It appeared Moose had made a trade: his bone for the puppet.
"Well look at that! Moose made a new friend!" Mom laughed.
"Rrruff!" Moose barked in reply.
"At least he didn't chew the puppet apart," said Granny.
"Hurray! Now we can finish our puppet show!" Gabby cheered.
The family returned to the living room, Mom gently cleaned off the hairy troll puppet, and the girls were finally ready to being the much anticipated show.
Then in their loudest stage voices, the girls sang, "Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater proudly presents: The Three Billy Goats..."
"Rrruff!" barked Moose.
Everyone laughed.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
memorable quotes
My mother-in-law sent me an email the other day and asked me what I thought of the following quote:
"Seduction is subtler than possession and harder to fight"
She used "religion" in the same paragraph, but I had no recollection of that quote as scripture. So, before I replied to her email, I decided to research the quotes origins. According to multiple Google results, the above was a quote from the TV show Charmed.
I also was a bit confused in what context this quote would be uttered. For instance, does my MIL want my opinion on if someone uses seduction rather than possession? or Does my MIL want to know if I think religion can be seductive or possessive? Regardless, I looked up both words on dictionary.com in order to get a better idea of their unique definitions.
Seduction: The means of seducing; enticement; temptation
Possession: The state of being controlled
Now that I have dictionary definitions, I think I can proceed to give my thoughts.
My first thought is to state what I think is the obvious reply: The quote was simply dialogue for a show on TV; no more, no less. Quite often dialogue can be received as having more substance (like a deeper meaning) then when it was originally written. Some shows are more well crafted than others. However, not ever having seen the show, I cannot correctly illustrated the meaning behind the text.
My next thought is to look into the possibility of truth in the statement. Our society is constantly inundated with seductive marketing for food, clothing, and toys. Whether you are driving down the road and see a huge billboard with a cup of coffee or a woman smiling holding a degree from the University of Phoenix, or if you are reading a magazine in the dentist office and there are perfume ads with half naked people; seductive marketing is everywhere.
I remember as a kid my dad showing me a magazine ad for liquor. Inside the ice cubes were the skill and crossbones: the sign for poison. It was an odd ad, considering people thought the ad was subliminally encouraging them to purchase the ice cold liquor. I was a bit disappointed that ice cubes didn't automatically change into "poison" artwork when liquor was added to the glass. But I digress...
I believe that if you have an addictive personality, seduction can come in many destructive forms: drugs, cigarettes, sex, gambling, etc. The pull these addictions have on people are truly amazing. As an observer of someone that quite smoking, I am not surprised there are so many products out there to "help" those wanting to quit. It's almost impossible to ignore the cravings (which are chemical and psychological), and most often the addiction is replaced by another substance.
Of course we cannot avoid seductive ads, nor can we lock ourselves away from any evil of the world. However, being aware is crucial.
Now onto possession. In my personal study of the Bible, there are a variety of interpretations when the word: possession comes into play. Many believe Satan (or one of his many demonic minions) are able to possess us. I don't believe this to be true, but lets just say it is truth. If you are possessed you are void of the ability to stop yourself from what the possessor wants from you. And of course seduction is subtler, since it is in many subliminal messages. However, I can't imagine how being possessed would be easier to fight.
But lets look at possession in a different way. If one is possessed, by definition, one is not able to make any decision. Therefore, one cannot even begin to fight the possession. I suppose if you believe in the possibility of demon possession, you probably find merit in exorcism. One that is possessed could be eliminated of the possession by means of the exorcist. In that sense, it is MUCH easier to be relieved of a possession then getting constantly seduced by life.
I do believe in people getting brainwashed, which I suppose is a form of possession. In this case, brainwashing can take place in religious organizations. It has been suggested (from people and online sites) that the Jehovah Witnesses are a cult. That they are brainwashing their Bible students and those baptized in the faith. Since I am currently studying with my friend, Bonnie, I can assure people that the Witnesses aren't a cult. They are a very intelligent group of people that are extremely dedicated to their relationship with God and helping others see the truth. The truth is what they believe to be the truth; as they see the scriptures describing. However, at no point do I see "cult-like" behavior from the Witnesses. I have been to the Kingdom Hall on a Sunday, a Tuesday and for the Memorial Dinner (their once a year observance of Jesus's Last Supper). In all three cases I saw people who were encouraged to study, who were encouraged to have opinions, and who seemed extremely "normal" in appearance and presentation.
With all that said, I truly don't think this quote is viable. I don't believe in witches (yes, there might be people who THINK they are witches and warlocks), and I also don't believe in possession (unless it is brainwashing). I think that the quote is just a silly dialogue moment that is meant for the characters in Charmed. But maybe someone else out there has a better response. I am hoping for comments here!
"Seduction is subtler than possession and harder to fight"
She used "religion" in the same paragraph, but I had no recollection of that quote as scripture. So, before I replied to her email, I decided to research the quotes origins. According to multiple Google results, the above was a quote from the TV show Charmed.
I also was a bit confused in what context this quote would be uttered. For instance, does my MIL want my opinion on if someone uses seduction rather than possession? or Does my MIL want to know if I think religion can be seductive or possessive? Regardless, I looked up both words on dictionary.com in order to get a better idea of their unique definitions.
Seduction: The means of seducing; enticement; temptation
Possession: The state of being controlled
Now that I have dictionary definitions, I think I can proceed to give my thoughts.
My first thought is to state what I think is the obvious reply: The quote was simply dialogue for a show on TV; no more, no less. Quite often dialogue can be received as having more substance (like a deeper meaning) then when it was originally written. Some shows are more well crafted than others. However, not ever having seen the show, I cannot correctly illustrated the meaning behind the text.
My next thought is to look into the possibility of truth in the statement. Our society is constantly inundated with seductive marketing for food, clothing, and toys. Whether you are driving down the road and see a huge billboard with a cup of coffee or a woman smiling holding a degree from the University of Phoenix, or if you are reading a magazine in the dentist office and there are perfume ads with half naked people; seductive marketing is everywhere.
I remember as a kid my dad showing me a magazine ad for liquor. Inside the ice cubes were the skill and crossbones: the sign for poison. It was an odd ad, considering people thought the ad was subliminally encouraging them to purchase the ice cold liquor. I was a bit disappointed that ice cubes didn't automatically change into "poison" artwork when liquor was added to the glass. But I digress...
I believe that if you have an addictive personality, seduction can come in many destructive forms: drugs, cigarettes, sex, gambling, etc. The pull these addictions have on people are truly amazing. As an observer of someone that quite smoking, I am not surprised there are so many products out there to "help" those wanting to quit. It's almost impossible to ignore the cravings (which are chemical and psychological), and most often the addiction is replaced by another substance.
Of course we cannot avoid seductive ads, nor can we lock ourselves away from any evil of the world. However, being aware is crucial.
Now onto possession. In my personal study of the Bible, there are a variety of interpretations when the word: possession comes into play. Many believe Satan (or one of his many demonic minions) are able to possess us. I don't believe this to be true, but lets just say it is truth. If you are possessed you are void of the ability to stop yourself from what the possessor wants from you. And of course seduction is subtler, since it is in many subliminal messages. However, I can't imagine how being possessed would be easier to fight.
But lets look at possession in a different way. If one is possessed, by definition, one is not able to make any decision. Therefore, one cannot even begin to fight the possession. I suppose if you believe in the possibility of demon possession, you probably find merit in exorcism. One that is possessed could be eliminated of the possession by means of the exorcist. In that sense, it is MUCH easier to be relieved of a possession then getting constantly seduced by life.
I do believe in people getting brainwashed, which I suppose is a form of possession. In this case, brainwashing can take place in religious organizations. It has been suggested (from people and online sites) that the Jehovah Witnesses are a cult. That they are brainwashing their Bible students and those baptized in the faith. Since I am currently studying with my friend, Bonnie, I can assure people that the Witnesses aren't a cult. They are a very intelligent group of people that are extremely dedicated to their relationship with God and helping others see the truth. The truth is what they believe to be the truth; as they see the scriptures describing. However, at no point do I see "cult-like" behavior from the Witnesses. I have been to the Kingdom Hall on a Sunday, a Tuesday and for the Memorial Dinner (their once a year observance of Jesus's Last Supper). In all three cases I saw people who were encouraged to study, who were encouraged to have opinions, and who seemed extremely "normal" in appearance and presentation.
With all that said, I truly don't think this quote is viable. I don't believe in witches (yes, there might be people who THINK they are witches and warlocks), and I also don't believe in possession (unless it is brainwashing). I think that the quote is just a silly dialogue moment that is meant for the characters in Charmed. But maybe someone else out there has a better response. I am hoping for comments here!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
a case for blood
I think the best way to share today's study with Bonnie, would be to describe the illustration directly from the "What Does the Bible Really Teach" book. I searched online, but this was about as close to the original image as I could find.
I suppose I need to describe the reason there was an image of alcohol (i.e. booze) in an IV tube attached to a patient.
According to the Bible (the Jehovah Witness belief), we should not consume blood. Such scriptures are found in Genesis, Leviticus and Acts. We must also acknowledge that a blood transfusion is consuming another person's blood. The Witnesses believe that blood is the life force of a person (i.e. their DNA not a spirit), and we shouldn't take another person's life force. This idea of a person's identity represented by blood or DNA is still a bit unsettling to me. I am still having issues with there not being energy as a spirit. But that is another blog for another day.
The idea of drinking blood and an IV of blood was compared to someone who was told not to drink alcohol. Would it be okay for that person to have the alcohol given intravenously? No. Of course not. Of course I couldn't stop laughing when I saw the picture.
I have been given a publication and a DVD to further study the importance of blood. I will continue to study this point further. I may not agree with EVERYTHING the Witnesses have to teach, but what if blood really isn't the best option for surgery or in a pinch.
However, I did ask Bonnie about an organ transplant. Because, as I stated in an earlier blog, there would be blood in the organ. Bonnie stated that she personally wouldn't have a transplant, because of that point. But she said there are bloodless hospitals that might have methods of transplant that she would be comfortable with. This idea of a bloodless hospital is VERY interesting to me. After all, if your faith and beliefs tell you NOT to consume blood, I believe you must also not consume anything with blood in it.
Bonnie did comment on the eating of meat (i.e. a steak that has juices in it). Truthfully I would think most Witnesses to be vegetarians, just to be on the safe side. But Bonnie said as long as the animal is bled properly, the steak would be fine to eat. I honestly think there is too much "walking the line" on this subject.
So I continue with my quest to find the truth about blood. However, I am reminded that Jesus had to give his blood (i.e. die) to save another person or persons (i.e. us). If we give blood, are we saving another person's life? Are we playing God?
I suppose I need to describe the reason there was an image of alcohol (i.e. booze) in an IV tube attached to a patient.
According to the Bible (the Jehovah Witness belief), we should not consume blood. Such scriptures are found in Genesis, Leviticus and Acts. We must also acknowledge that a blood transfusion is consuming another person's blood. The Witnesses believe that blood is the life force of a person (i.e. their DNA not a spirit), and we shouldn't take another person's life force. This idea of a person's identity represented by blood or DNA is still a bit unsettling to me. I am still having issues with there not being energy as a spirit. But that is another blog for another day.
The idea of drinking blood and an IV of blood was compared to someone who was told not to drink alcohol. Would it be okay for that person to have the alcohol given intravenously? No. Of course not. Of course I couldn't stop laughing when I saw the picture.
I have been given a publication and a DVD to further study the importance of blood. I will continue to study this point further. I may not agree with EVERYTHING the Witnesses have to teach, but what if blood really isn't the best option for surgery or in a pinch.
However, I did ask Bonnie about an organ transplant. Because, as I stated in an earlier blog, there would be blood in the organ. Bonnie stated that she personally wouldn't have a transplant, because of that point. But she said there are bloodless hospitals that might have methods of transplant that she would be comfortable with. This idea of a bloodless hospital is VERY interesting to me. After all, if your faith and beliefs tell you NOT to consume blood, I believe you must also not consume anything with blood in it.
Bonnie did comment on the eating of meat (i.e. a steak that has juices in it). Truthfully I would think most Witnesses to be vegetarians, just to be on the safe side. But Bonnie said as long as the animal is bled properly, the steak would be fine to eat. I honestly think there is too much "walking the line" on this subject.
So I continue with my quest to find the truth about blood. However, I am reminded that Jesus had to give his blood (i.e. die) to save another person or persons (i.e. us). If we give blood, are we saving another person's life? Are we playing God?
Friday, August 6, 2010
a question of blood
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For many weeks now I am reminded of what I don't like about the Jehovah Witness "truth". One of those things is their beliefs on blood.
There are three main parts to the "blood" beliefs.
1) Blood is sacred to Jehovah. It is life. It can only be used to atonement of sins.
Okay, I get it. Blood is our special life force. However, the Witnesses get blood tests and have surgeries. In the surgeries they don't accept blood, but they lose blood I'm sure. So according to Jehovah's word we must save the blood for him, but what about testing it (removing a set amount) and surgeries (in which loss of blood is eminent)?
2) Blood must not be eaten.
Okay, again...makes sense. But are we EATING blood when we get a transfusion? It's not like we are being all vampire on the stuff. And we are taking care of our bodies, which were given by Jehovah. If He would be okay with testing the blood or surgeries to save our lives, why not blood to sustain our lives?
3) Blood must be properly disposed.
And as a society, we do properly bleed our animals. I wonder if the Witnesses eat kosher or halal meat, which is blessed too. Hell, why not do away with meat all together!
So are the rest of us "Christians" or "Jews" or "Muslims" totally missing this scripture in the Bible. After all two of the three scriptures are in the Old Testament, Hebrew, or Tanak versions of the Bible.
Genesis 9:3-4; Leviticus 17:13-14; Acts 15:28-29 are the verses that Jehovah's Witnesses reference from when stating they won't take transfusions. But in all honesty the scriptures only speak of EATING the blood.
Bonnie and I will be discussing more about this topic on Wednesday, but I will definitely be bringing up organ transplants. If blood is an organ, and blood travels through organs...why do Jehovah's Witnesses accept organ donations?
For many weeks now I am reminded of what I don't like about the Jehovah Witness "truth". One of those things is their beliefs on blood.
There are three main parts to the "blood" beliefs.
1) Blood is sacred to Jehovah. It is life. It can only be used to atonement of sins.
Okay, I get it. Blood is our special life force. However, the Witnesses get blood tests and have surgeries. In the surgeries they don't accept blood, but they lose blood I'm sure. So according to Jehovah's word we must save the blood for him, but what about testing it (removing a set amount) and surgeries (in which loss of blood is eminent)?
2) Blood must not be eaten.
Okay, again...makes sense. But are we EATING blood when we get a transfusion? It's not like we are being all vampire on the stuff. And we are taking care of our bodies, which were given by Jehovah. If He would be okay with testing the blood or surgeries to save our lives, why not blood to sustain our lives?
3) Blood must be properly disposed.
And as a society, we do properly bleed our animals. I wonder if the Witnesses eat kosher or halal meat, which is blessed too. Hell, why not do away with meat all together!
So are the rest of us "Christians" or "Jews" or "Muslims" totally missing this scripture in the Bible. After all two of the three scriptures are in the Old Testament, Hebrew, or Tanak versions of the Bible.
Genesis 9:3-4; Leviticus 17:13-14; Acts 15:28-29 are the verses that Jehovah's Witnesses reference from when stating they won't take transfusions. But in all honesty the scriptures only speak of EATING the blood.
Bonnie and I will be discussing more about this topic on Wednesday, but I will definitely be bringing up organ transplants. If blood is an organ, and blood travels through organs...why do Jehovah's Witnesses accept organ donations?
Humourous Attempt 1.0
Three Billy Goats Rrruff
"All set back there?" Mom called from the plaid couch in the family room.
"Almost," the girls answered between giggles.
Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater was about ready to begin its production of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, but the sisters couldn't find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet. The puppet theater had been a present from Uncle Joe when he came into town to visit the family earlier in the week. It was beautifully made, and even had a rainbow curtain and removable scenery to do a variety of puppet plays.
"Where did you see it last, Libby?" Gabby questioned angrily.
"Gabby, just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I took the troll puppet! For all I know, you took it with you to the library and left it there!" Libby answered sadly.
Where could the troll puppet have gone? Even though Mom, Uncle Joe, and Granny were the only audience members, the sisters wanted to put on the best show ever. And everyone knows you can't perform the Three Billy Goats Gruff without the Mean 'Ol Troll.
"What's going on back there girls?" Mom asked over the commotion from the girls.
"We can't seem to find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet, and we need him for the play." Gabby said.
"Yeah, and of course I am getting the blame," cried Libby.
"Well, girls," Uncle Joe began, "it looks as if we have a mystery here." Uncle Joe had a great way of creating excitement whenever he was around.
"OOH!" cried Libby, "I'll get my detective gear."
"We'll all help you girls look," said Granny.
Libby returned looking like a super sleuth. "I'm all ready!"
Everyone laughed along with Libby and her silly costume. Then they began looking all around the living room. Pillows were pulled off the furniture and chairs were moved in case the puppet had been accidentally pushed underneath. But the family didn't have any luck.
"What we need to do is to look for clues," said Uncle Joe in a deep serious voice.
The girls laughed at Uncle Joe's dramatic dialogue, and began looking for clues. Everyone was starting to get frustrated, until Mom said, "Hey everyone, look what I found!" She was behind the puppet theater and holding a dog bone like a trophy. "It was under one of the billy goat puppets."
"Moose!" Everyone loudly exclaimed at once.
Just then a large chocolate lab pounced into the living room panting and chasing his tail.
"Moose, where is the puppet boy?" Uncle Joe asked the very excited dog.
"Rrruff!" Moose replied and ran to the back bedroom with his tongue hanging. The family followed close behind. There in his dog bed was the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet covered in fur.
"Well look at that! Moose made a new friend!" Mom laughed.
"At least he didn't chew the puppet apart," said Granny.
"Hurray! Now we can finish our puppet show!" Gabby cheered.
The family returned to the living room and the girls began their puppet show.
In their loudest stage voices, the girls sang, "Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater proudly presents: The Three Billy Goats..."
"Rrruff!" barked Moose.
Everyone laughed.
"All set back there?" Mom called from the plaid couch in the family room.
"Almost," the girls answered between giggles.
Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater was about ready to begin its production of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, but the sisters couldn't find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet. The puppet theater had been a present from Uncle Joe when he came into town to visit the family earlier in the week. It was beautifully made, and even had a rainbow curtain and removable scenery to do a variety of puppet plays.
"Where did you see it last, Libby?" Gabby questioned angrily.
"Gabby, just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I took the troll puppet! For all I know, you took it with you to the library and left it there!" Libby answered sadly.
Where could the troll puppet have gone? Even though Mom, Uncle Joe, and Granny were the only audience members, the sisters wanted to put on the best show ever. And everyone knows you can't perform the Three Billy Goats Gruff without the Mean 'Ol Troll.
"What's going on back there girls?" Mom asked over the commotion from the girls.
"We can't seem to find the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet, and we need him for the play." Gabby said.
"Yeah, and of course I am getting the blame," cried Libby.
"Well, girls," Uncle Joe began, "it looks as if we have a mystery here." Uncle Joe had a great way of creating excitement whenever he was around.
"OOH!" cried Libby, "I'll get my detective gear."
"We'll all help you girls look," said Granny.
Libby returned looking like a super sleuth. "I'm all ready!"
Everyone laughed along with Libby and her silly costume. Then they began looking all around the living room. Pillows were pulled off the furniture and chairs were moved in case the puppet had been accidentally pushed underneath. But the family didn't have any luck.
"What we need to do is to look for clues," said Uncle Joe in a deep serious voice.
The girls laughed at Uncle Joe's dramatic dialogue, and began looking for clues. Everyone was starting to get frustrated, until Mom said, "Hey everyone, look what I found!" She was behind the puppet theater and holding a dog bone like a trophy. "It was under one of the billy goat puppets."
"Moose!" Everyone loudly exclaimed at once.
Just then a large chocolate lab pounced into the living room panting and chasing his tail.
"Moose, where is the puppet boy?" Uncle Joe asked the very excited dog.
"Rrruff!" Moose replied and ran to the back bedroom with his tongue hanging. The family followed close behind. There in his dog bed was the Mean 'Ol Troll puppet covered in fur.
"Well look at that! Moose made a new friend!" Mom laughed.
"At least he didn't chew the puppet apart," said Granny.
"Hurray! Now we can finish our puppet show!" Gabby cheered.
The family returned to the living room and the girls began their puppet show.
In their loudest stage voices, the girls sang, "Gabby and Libby's Amazing Puppet Theater proudly presents: The Three Billy Goats..."
"Rrruff!" barked Moose.
Everyone laughed.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
simple doesn't mean stupid
When I think of a simple person, I think of one that is ignorant, foolish, or gullible. But what if I said Jesus was a simple man?
I went to the Kingdom Hall last night for their Tuesday night meeting. The first hour was a book study on "Come Be My Follower," which of course is a Jehovah Witness publication. However, the study last night was the section about what Jesus preached.
Of course most Christians can tell you that Jesus preached of his kingdom, but how was he able to do this? By keeping the right focus. Jesus never allowed himself to get side-tracked with life's problems (or as we call it THE WORLD). Jehovah's Kingdom was Jesus's focus, and his message was made clear and simple.
1 Timothy 4:16 (The Message)
15-16Cultivate these things. Immerse yourself in them. The people will all see you mature right before their eyes! Keep a firm grasp on both your character and your teaching. Don't be diverted. Just keep at it. Both you and those who hear you will experience salvation.
Do we immerse ourselves with Jehovah's teachings? Do we get distracted due to life and worldly things? Do we let man-made doctrines and traditions cloud our learning and teaching of scripture? These were all questions that were discussed in full last night.
God wants our complete devotion. How can we possibly give him our exclusive devotion if we are not living a more simple life? And simple is NOT stupid.
I have heard the saying, "Those who can't: Teach." That can't be farther from the truth, at least if you are a GOOD teacher. Teaching others is a challenge, especially when you are trying to teach them at their level. That is what Jesus was doing. He told stories (parables), he gave sermons, and he talked to people in a way they could relate. He didn't lose focus of the Kingdom, and he had a clear and simple way of illustrating the Kingdom to the masses.
It was a "wow" moment when I heard the word "simple" used to describe Jesus. I now have a very different opinion of what is simple and/or stupid.
I plan on continuing contemplation regarding the idea of simplicity in religion and in all aspects of my life.
I went to the Kingdom Hall last night for their Tuesday night meeting. The first hour was a book study on "Come Be My Follower," which of course is a Jehovah Witness publication. However, the study last night was the section about what Jesus preached.
Of course most Christians can tell you that Jesus preached of his kingdom, but how was he able to do this? By keeping the right focus. Jesus never allowed himself to get side-tracked with life's problems (or as we call it THE WORLD). Jehovah's Kingdom was Jesus's focus, and his message was made clear and simple.
1 Timothy 4:16 (The Message)
15-16Cultivate these things. Immerse yourself in them. The people will all see you mature right before their eyes! Keep a firm grasp on both your character and your teaching. Don't be diverted. Just keep at it. Both you and those who hear you will experience salvation.
Do we immerse ourselves with Jehovah's teachings? Do we get distracted due to life and worldly things? Do we let man-made doctrines and traditions cloud our learning and teaching of scripture? These were all questions that were discussed in full last night.
God wants our complete devotion. How can we possibly give him our exclusive devotion if we are not living a more simple life? And simple is NOT stupid.
I have heard the saying, "Those who can't: Teach." That can't be farther from the truth, at least if you are a GOOD teacher. Teaching others is a challenge, especially when you are trying to teach them at their level. That is what Jesus was doing. He told stories (parables), he gave sermons, and he talked to people in a way they could relate. He didn't lose focus of the Kingdom, and he had a clear and simple way of illustrating the Kingdom to the masses.
It was a "wow" moment when I heard the word "simple" used to describe Jesus. I now have a very different opinion of what is simple and/or stupid.
I plan on continuing contemplation regarding the idea of simplicity in religion and in all aspects of my life.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
the 9 attributes of Jehovah
Today I learned about the 9 attributes Jehovah LOVES about us.
They are:
1) Love
2) Joy
3) Peace
4) Patience
5) Kindness
6) Goodness
7) Faith
8) Gentleness
9) Self-Control
This list is based on Galatians 5:22, 23 that states:
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
#4 in the Witness Bible - New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures - is long suffering; and #8 is mildness. I personally understand patience more than I can wrap my head around long-suffering. When I think of suffering I picture a starving animal with a bleeding limb as it limps around the street. But Bonnie told me that long-suffering has to do with the Beatitude: "Blessed are those that have been persecuted for righteousness sake, since the kingdom of the heavens belongs to them."
Rather than physically suffering with ailments left and right, to be patient regardless of the daily trials is what God wants of us. God LOVES these 9 attributes.
Of course, in past weeks I have been taught what Jehovah HATES. Yes, the Witnesses use the word, HATE, to describe how Jehovah feels when we act certain ways. Here are the 14:
1) Killing
2) Sexual Immorality
3) Spiritism
4) Idolatry
5) Drunkenness
6) Stealing
7) Lying
8) Greed
9) Violence
10) Improper Speech
11) Misuse of blood
12) Refusal to provide for ones family
13) Participation in wars or political controversies of this world
14) Use of tobacco or so-called recreational drugs
So some of the above seem "obvious," and yet others (like the one about blood) seem a bit different that what most have grown up with. Murder and Stealing can land you in jail, and Lying (purjery), Drunkenness, Drug Use, and Violence can put you there too. However, smoking (cigars or cigarettes), refusal to participate in wars or politics, improper speech, "white" lying, sexual conduct, spiritism, and idolatry are not aspects our society reprimands. Of course our society (unlike many believe) was NOT founded by Christians (but that is another story for another time).
Whether you live by the 9 aspects or the Beatitudes, it still seems almost impossible to be a "good" Christian person. To uphold Jehovah's desires is really quite difficult in today's world. Maybe that's why the Witnesses seem to different to us.
They are:
1) Love
2) Joy
3) Peace
4) Patience
5) Kindness
6) Goodness
7) Faith
8) Gentleness
9) Self-Control
This list is based on Galatians 5:22, 23 that states:
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
#4 in the Witness Bible - New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures - is long suffering; and #8 is mildness. I personally understand patience more than I can wrap my head around long-suffering. When I think of suffering I picture a starving animal with a bleeding limb as it limps around the street. But Bonnie told me that long-suffering has to do with the Beatitude: "Blessed are those that have been persecuted for righteousness sake, since the kingdom of the heavens belongs to them."
Rather than physically suffering with ailments left and right, to be patient regardless of the daily trials is what God wants of us. God LOVES these 9 attributes.
Of course, in past weeks I have been taught what Jehovah HATES. Yes, the Witnesses use the word, HATE, to describe how Jehovah feels when we act certain ways. Here are the 14:
1) Killing
2) Sexual Immorality
3) Spiritism
4) Idolatry
5) Drunkenness
6) Stealing
7) Lying
8) Greed
9) Violence
10) Improper Speech
11) Misuse of blood
12) Refusal to provide for ones family
13) Participation in wars or political controversies of this world
14) Use of tobacco or so-called recreational drugs
So some of the above seem "obvious," and yet others (like the one about blood) seem a bit different that what most have grown up with. Murder and Stealing can land you in jail, and Lying (purjery), Drunkenness, Drug Use, and Violence can put you there too. However, smoking (cigars or cigarettes), refusal to participate in wars or politics, improper speech, "white" lying, sexual conduct, spiritism, and idolatry are not aspects our society reprimands. Of course our society (unlike many believe) was NOT founded by Christians (but that is another story for another time).
Whether you live by the 9 aspects or the Beatitudes, it still seems almost impossible to be a "good" Christian person. To uphold Jehovah's desires is really quite difficult in today's world. Maybe that's why the Witnesses seem to different to us.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
the desire to be a moth
I was reading this really cool article today that talked about "man-made" verses "natural made". It was in a Jehovah Witness publication, but the article featured a beautiful monarch butterfly. Imagine having a brain the size of a ballpoint pen!
The other day my girls were watching "Miss Spider's Sunny Patch," and there was a butterfly that lost her sense of direction. In the end it was just a simple case of losing confidence. How many of us can relate to that? Kids, jobs, life getting in the way. Constantly having things cloud your vision to the Creator. And I wonder, why are protagonists always butterflies? What about the moth? Isn't the moth ever a character in a story?!
Until recently, I thought that moths were dull-colorless butterflies. In fact, the moth is really a cool insect. According to Wikipedia, the butterfly are a small group that rose within the moth. Moths make cocoons, but butterflies make chrysalis. Which is funny, because one of my favorite books, "The Very Hungry Caterpillar," ends with a caterpillar exiting a chrysalis and becoming "a beautiful butterfly." Even Mr. Carle got it wrong - but the butterfly is such a lovely creature nobody would correct him.
However, the more I read about the moth, the more I really would rather be a moth than a butterfly. Unfortunately, due to their nocturnal existence I will probably never see one in its beauty. Even with the Christian reference to Jesus as the butterfly, I still would rather be a moth.
Maybe I should write a story about the lonely moth....hmmm....food for thought.
The other day my girls were watching "Miss Spider's Sunny Patch," and there was a butterfly that lost her sense of direction. In the end it was just a simple case of losing confidence. How many of us can relate to that? Kids, jobs, life getting in the way. Constantly having things cloud your vision to the Creator. And I wonder, why are protagonists always butterflies? What about the moth? Isn't the moth ever a character in a story?!
Until recently, I thought that moths were dull-colorless butterflies. In fact, the moth is really a cool insect. According to Wikipedia, the butterfly are a small group that rose within the moth. Moths make cocoons, but butterflies make chrysalis. Which is funny, because one of my favorite books, "The Very Hungry Caterpillar," ends with a caterpillar exiting a chrysalis and becoming "a beautiful butterfly." Even Mr. Carle got it wrong - but the butterfly is such a lovely creature nobody would correct him.
However, the more I read about the moth, the more I really would rather be a moth than a butterfly. Unfortunately, due to their nocturnal existence I will probably never see one in its beauty. Even with the Christian reference to Jesus as the butterfly, I still would rather be a moth.
Maybe I should write a story about the lonely moth....hmmm....food for thought.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
healing to your navel and a refreshment to your bones
At my Bible study this morning a fantastic scripture passage was read:
Proverbs 3:5 - 10 (New World Translation)
Trust in Jehovah with all your heart and do not lean upon your own understand. In all your ways take notice of him and he himself will make your paths straight. Do not become wise in your own eyes. Fear Jehovah and turn away from bad. May it become a healing to your navel and a refreshment to your bones. Honor Jehovah with your valuable things and with the first fruits of all your produce. Then your stores of supply will be filled with plenty and; and with new wine your own press vats will overflow.
The 5th verse of this chapter, which starts with "may it become a healing," really spoke to me. I have heard the verse "trust in God with all your heart..." before, but the idea of having Jehovah heal your existence is very powerful indeed. What a powerful idea: that God can heal us spiritually and physically. And as a mom I am very aware of the connection of the navel (belly button or bebo if you are Boynton fan like I), and I quickly said to Bonnie and Norma, "OOHH! The navel! What is left over from the umbilical cord after a baby is born! This must mean life!" Norma said, "I never thought about that before!" So when Norma was saying the final prayer, she said she is blessed that she doesn't just get to teach to me, but that she learns something too!
The idea of the navel is very primitive. We knew we were different than a fish, or a bird, or a snake early on. We were born from our mothers womb and connected to her by the beautiful life sustaining cord. I love finding little gems like this in scripture. Whether you believe the Bible is inspired by God, or if you believe it is just a "book," it still contains beautiful prose. Especially in Psalms, Proverbs and Ecclesiastes.
Do I put God first? Probably not like I should. Should I have a reverence for him? Yes. I must do my best to work on this in my journey.
Proverbs 3:5 - 10 (New World Translation)
Trust in Jehovah with all your heart and do not lean upon your own understand. In all your ways take notice of him and he himself will make your paths straight. Do not become wise in your own eyes. Fear Jehovah and turn away from bad. May it become a healing to your navel and a refreshment to your bones. Honor Jehovah with your valuable things and with the first fruits of all your produce. Then your stores of supply will be filled with plenty and; and with new wine your own press vats will overflow.
The 5th verse of this chapter, which starts with "may it become a healing," really spoke to me. I have heard the verse "trust in God with all your heart..." before, but the idea of having Jehovah heal your existence is very powerful indeed. What a powerful idea: that God can heal us spiritually and physically. And as a mom I am very aware of the connection of the navel (belly button or bebo if you are Boynton fan like I), and I quickly said to Bonnie and Norma, "OOHH! The navel! What is left over from the umbilical cord after a baby is born! This must mean life!" Norma said, "I never thought about that before!" So when Norma was saying the final prayer, she said she is blessed that she doesn't just get to teach to me, but that she learns something too!
The idea of the navel is very primitive. We knew we were different than a fish, or a bird, or a snake early on. We were born from our mothers womb and connected to her by the beautiful life sustaining cord. I love finding little gems like this in scripture. Whether you believe the Bible is inspired by God, or if you believe it is just a "book," it still contains beautiful prose. Especially in Psalms, Proverbs and Ecclesiastes.
Do I put God first? Probably not like I should. Should I have a reverence for him? Yes. I must do my best to work on this in my journey.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Invitation - Final Copy sent to Publication
THE INVITATION
Ruth quietly drew in her new sketchpad while sitting at her desk in Mrs. Moran's class. Ruth loved to draw, especially animals, and Mrs. Moran always let her students have quiet time on Monday mornings.
A "knock, knock, knock," at the classroom door woke Ruth from her daydream. Ruth's latest drawing, a beautiful spider web, was coming together nicely. Mrs. Moran went to the door, smiled, and brought a girl into the classroom. Ruth followed the newcomer and noticed that she looked uncomfortable and kept her eyes focused at the floor. The new girl shyly introduced herself as Kara. Kara and her family were new in town. They just moved to the city from a small town in Ohio.
Ruth was very curious about Kara. At lunch, Ruth asked Kara to sit with her. Kara sat down, but spent the entire lunchtime eating and only looking at the food in front of her. Ruth also noticed that the other children made fun of "the new girl" and called her names and talked behind her back. It hurt Ruth that her classmates acted this way.
That afternoon, Ruth was talking to her Grammy about her day. Ruth mentioned Kara and that she had hoped things had gone better. Grammy suggested that they pray and ask for God's presence and peace. After praying, Grammy reminded Ruth of scripture in the Bible dealing with friendship and the power of sharing the good news with others.
As Ruth was leaving Grammy's house, it finally came to her, "I can make Kara an invitation to come to church with her family on Sunday!"
That evening after homework, Ruth made a beautiful invitation to worship at her church. Ruth had drawn a lovely picture. In the middle the invitation said:
YOU ARE INVITED TO ATTEND WORSHIP
THIS SUNDAY at 10am.
CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP CHURCH
387 MAIN STREET
YOUR NEW FRIEND, RUTH
The following morning, Ruth smiled and gave Kara the card. She thought Kara would stay silent, but then she said, "What a beautiful card. Did you draw this?" "Yes, " Ruth answered, "I love Jesus, I love to draw, and I love my church. Do you think you might like to come?" "I'll have to ask my parents, but I really hope they say, yes!" exclaimed Kara.
Ruth was so glad she had turned to God for help, because she had made a new friend: Kara.
Ruth quietly drew in her new sketchpad while sitting at her desk in Mrs. Moran's class. Ruth loved to draw, especially animals, and Mrs. Moran always let her students have quiet time on Monday mornings.
A "knock, knock, knock," at the classroom door woke Ruth from her daydream. Ruth's latest drawing, a beautiful spider web, was coming together nicely. Mrs. Moran went to the door, smiled, and brought a girl into the classroom. Ruth followed the newcomer and noticed that she looked uncomfortable and kept her eyes focused at the floor. The new girl shyly introduced herself as Kara. Kara and her family were new in town. They just moved to the city from a small town in Ohio.
Ruth was very curious about Kara. At lunch, Ruth asked Kara to sit with her. Kara sat down, but spent the entire lunchtime eating and only looking at the food in front of her. Ruth also noticed that the other children made fun of "the new girl" and called her names and talked behind her back. It hurt Ruth that her classmates acted this way.
That afternoon, Ruth was talking to her Grammy about her day. Ruth mentioned Kara and that she had hoped things had gone better. Grammy suggested that they pray and ask for God's presence and peace. After praying, Grammy reminded Ruth of scripture in the Bible dealing with friendship and the power of sharing the good news with others.
As Ruth was leaving Grammy's house, it finally came to her, "I can make Kara an invitation to come to church with her family on Sunday!"
That evening after homework, Ruth made a beautiful invitation to worship at her church. Ruth had drawn a lovely picture. In the middle the invitation said:
YOU ARE INVITED TO ATTEND WORSHIP
THIS SUNDAY at 10am.
CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP CHURCH
387 MAIN STREET
YOUR NEW FRIEND, RUTH
The following morning, Ruth smiled and gave Kara the card. She thought Kara would stay silent, but then she said, "What a beautiful card. Did you draw this?" "Yes, " Ruth answered, "I love Jesus, I love to draw, and I love my church. Do you think you might like to come?" "I'll have to ask my parents, but I really hope they say, yes!" exclaimed Kara.
Ruth was so glad she had turned to God for help, because she had made a new friend: Kara.
The Green-Eyed Monster - version 1.0
The following is for a Christian publication read by 8-12 year olds. The topic is: Jealousy.
The Green-Eyed Monster
Jessica slammed her bedroom door, dropped her backpack and books on the floor, and threw herself upon her bed. As the bed bounced back, Jessica felt the salty tears streaming down. She took a deep breath and wiped her face, but it was too late. Her mascara left her looking like a raccoon and her feeble attempts at calming herself were interrupted by short, staccato breathing.
The thing she didn’t understand was: where had her popularity plan gone wrong?
Jessica had friends, but was not considered popular by her peers. In her struggle to fit in she had concocted a plan that was seamless, or so she thought. She would transform herself into one of the popular crowd.
First, she would change her looks. Jessica read a ton of magazines and watched make-over shows on TV. All the popular girls had great, designer clothing, perfect hair and no glasses. Jessica wanted to have the same. After hours of pleading, her mom finally gave into the idea. The new clothing was pretty but very uncomfortable, and the contacts only made her eyes itch. The biggest issue was that she didn’t feel like herself. Not letting it bother her, Jessica moved to the next phase: join a club, or two.
The popular crowd of girls weren’t part of just any club, they were members of Cheerleading or SADD or Student Government. Jessica was already a member of the Drama Club, Fermatas (the show choir) and the Bible Club, but none of those worked for her popularity plan.
Elections for Student Government had already taken place and SADD wasn’t accepting new members, so when basketball cheerleading tryouts were announced Jessica was one of the first to sign her name to the list. She practiced her cheer routine again and again, but her inability to do a back-bend nor the splits was only the beginning of her disastrous audition.
Jessica was not very coordinated, nor was she a skinny stick like the other girls, so she looked quite ridiculous during her pom pom routine. Granted she thought she did a mean set of choreography to “Operator” by The Manhattan Transfer, but Jessica clearly proved she did not fit the needs of the squad.
Her last hope was to attend a party thrown by a popular person. Jessica immediately thought of Valerie. The two had gone to school with each other since Kindergarten. By 5th grade Valerie had found a new set of friends and left Jessica to fend for herself during recess and after school. Valerie had a party all the time, or so it seemed. So Jessica figured that their old friendship might bring an invite to her next bash, which was this Saturday.
After school Jessica approached Valerie at her locker. Unfortunately Valerie was with her new, popular group of friends.
“Hey Val,” Jessica stated.
“Hi Jess,” answered Valerie accompanied by snickers from her friends.
“I heard you are having a party tomorrow, and I was hoping I could come and bring my mom's 7-layer chili dip!” Jessica knew it sounded pathetic, inviting herself and all, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances.
“Umm..” started Valerie. She turned around to her other friends and they whispered with each other. It made Jessica extremely uncomfortable.
“Umm,” began Valeria again, “I think the party is all set with food.”
“Oh,” said Jessica flatly.
“Sorry, Jess...guess I’ll see ya around,” called Valerie as she walked away. Her comment was joined by a few nasty comments from the group of girls. “Yeah, see ya Bible girl.” “Don't have too much fun at home with your mom and the chili dip, four eyes!”
Jessica ran the entire way home. She was completely hurt and humiliated. How could she be so stupid as to think that she could change how people saw her? Why couldn’t she be more popular!
Just then her door quietly opened. “May I come in?” her mother asked.
“I guess so,” Jessica sadly replied.
“I couldn't help but hear your rather dramatic entrance earlier. Would you like to talk about it?”
“Nah, I don't think you'd understand,” Jessica said.
“Try me,” her mother challenged.
So Jessica explained to her mother about her popularity plan, and her many pathetic attempts at trying to become someone else.
“Well, it seems to me that you have a case of the green-eyed monster,”
“What is that, some weird eye infection?”
“No, Jess, the green-eyed monster is another term for jealousy. When you are envious of something someone else has, you are green with envy!”
“Oh mom, you are so old-fashioned!” exclaimed Jessica.
“I might be old-fashioned, my dear, but jealousy is nothing new. In fact, the Bible has scripture on the subject. The tenth commandment given to Moses tells us not to covet or desire what others have. And in Philippians, Paul wrote that we should be content with who we are and what we have.”
“Oh mom,” Jessica sighed, “didn't you ever just want to fit in?”
“Of course I did. Everyone wants to feel included. But people should be your friend because of who you are, not what you have or what you look like. And you have friends at school that accept you for who you are. That matters a lot more than being popular.”
“I know, mom, it’s just..” Jessica began.
“Jess,” her mom interrupted and she pulled her daughter close. “Jesus wasn’t popular, but that didn’t stop him from preaching the gospel. Being a Christian might not be popular, but it is who we are. God can see this in your heart.”
Jessica took her Bible from her nightstand and turned to Philippians.
“Thanks mom, I think I have some reading to do,” Jessica said.
The Green-Eyed Monster
Jessica slammed her bedroom door, dropped her backpack and books on the floor, and threw herself upon her bed. As the bed bounced back, Jessica felt the salty tears streaming down. She took a deep breath and wiped her face, but it was too late. Her mascara left her looking like a raccoon and her feeble attempts at calming herself were interrupted by short, staccato breathing.
The thing she didn’t understand was: where had her popularity plan gone wrong?
Jessica had friends, but was not considered popular by her peers. In her struggle to fit in she had concocted a plan that was seamless, or so she thought. She would transform herself into one of the popular crowd.
First, she would change her looks. Jessica read a ton of magazines and watched make-over shows on TV. All the popular girls had great, designer clothing, perfect hair and no glasses. Jessica wanted to have the same. After hours of pleading, her mom finally gave into the idea. The new clothing was pretty but very uncomfortable, and the contacts only made her eyes itch. The biggest issue was that she didn’t feel like herself. Not letting it bother her, Jessica moved to the next phase: join a club, or two.
The popular crowd of girls weren’t part of just any club, they were members of Cheerleading or SADD or Student Government. Jessica was already a member of the Drama Club, Fermatas (the show choir) and the Bible Club, but none of those worked for her popularity plan.
Elections for Student Government had already taken place and SADD wasn’t accepting new members, so when basketball cheerleading tryouts were announced Jessica was one of the first to sign her name to the list. She practiced her cheer routine again and again, but her inability to do a back-bend nor the splits was only the beginning of her disastrous audition.
Jessica was not very coordinated, nor was she a skinny stick like the other girls, so she looked quite ridiculous during her pom pom routine. Granted she thought she did a mean set of choreography to “Operator” by The Manhattan Transfer, but Jessica clearly proved she did not fit the needs of the squad.
Her last hope was to attend a party thrown by a popular person. Jessica immediately thought of Valerie. The two had gone to school with each other since Kindergarten. By 5th grade Valerie had found a new set of friends and left Jessica to fend for herself during recess and after school. Valerie had a party all the time, or so it seemed. So Jessica figured that their old friendship might bring an invite to her next bash, which was this Saturday.
After school Jessica approached Valerie at her locker. Unfortunately Valerie was with her new, popular group of friends.
“Hey Val,” Jessica stated.
“Hi Jess,” answered Valerie accompanied by snickers from her friends.
“I heard you are having a party tomorrow, and I was hoping I could come and bring my mom's 7-layer chili dip!” Jessica knew it sounded pathetic, inviting herself and all, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances.
“Umm..” started Valerie. She turned around to her other friends and they whispered with each other. It made Jessica extremely uncomfortable.
“Umm,” began Valeria again, “I think the party is all set with food.”
“Oh,” said Jessica flatly.
“Sorry, Jess...guess I’ll see ya around,” called Valerie as she walked away. Her comment was joined by a few nasty comments from the group of girls. “Yeah, see ya Bible girl.” “Don't have too much fun at home with your mom and the chili dip, four eyes!”
Jessica ran the entire way home. She was completely hurt and humiliated. How could she be so stupid as to think that she could change how people saw her? Why couldn’t she be more popular!
Just then her door quietly opened. “May I come in?” her mother asked.
“I guess so,” Jessica sadly replied.
“I couldn't help but hear your rather dramatic entrance earlier. Would you like to talk about it?”
“Nah, I don't think you'd understand,” Jessica said.
“Try me,” her mother challenged.
So Jessica explained to her mother about her popularity plan, and her many pathetic attempts at trying to become someone else.
“Well, it seems to me that you have a case of the green-eyed monster,”
“What is that, some weird eye infection?”
“No, Jess, the green-eyed monster is another term for jealousy. When you are envious of something someone else has, you are green with envy!”
“Oh mom, you are so old-fashioned!” exclaimed Jessica.
“I might be old-fashioned, my dear, but jealousy is nothing new. In fact, the Bible has scripture on the subject. The tenth commandment given to Moses tells us not to covet or desire what others have. And in Philippians, Paul wrote that we should be content with who we are and what we have.”
“Oh mom,” Jessica sighed, “didn't you ever just want to fit in?”
“Of course I did. Everyone wants to feel included. But people should be your friend because of who you are, not what you have or what you look like. And you have friends at school that accept you for who you are. That matters a lot more than being popular.”
“I know, mom, it’s just..” Jessica began.
“Jess,” her mom interrupted and she pulled her daughter close. “Jesus wasn’t popular, but that didn’t stop him from preaching the gospel. Being a Christian might not be popular, but it is who we are. God can see this in your heart.”
Jessica took her Bible from her nightstand and turned to Philippians.
“Thanks mom, I think I have some reading to do,” Jessica said.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Anne Frank
I have been deeply moved by Anne Frank this week. I picked up a new release called, "Anne Frank - her life in words and pictures." Of course, since I was at the library, I decided to also get a copy of her diary. Here is my favorite quote from Anne, from Wednesday 23rd, February 1944:
"Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will still bring you happiness again, as long as you live. As long as you can look fearlessly up into the heavens, as long as you know that you are pure within, and that you will still find happiness."
Anne Frank also wrote essays and short stories. I have added a book of this collection to my Amazon wish list.
"Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will still bring you happiness again, as long as you live. As long as you can look fearlessly up into the heavens, as long as you know that you are pure within, and that you will still find happiness."
Anne Frank also wrote essays and short stories. I have added a book of this collection to my Amazon wish list.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The Invitation - version 1.0
THE INVITATION
Ruth quietly drew in her new sketchpad while sitting at her desk in Mrs. Moran's class. Ruth loved to draw, especially animals, and Mrs. Moran always let her students have quiet time on Monday mornings.
A "knock, knock, knock," at the classroom door woke Ruth from her daydream. Ruth's latest drawing, a beautiful spider web, was coming together nicely. Mrs. Moran went to the door, smiled, and brought a girl into the classroom. Ruth followed the visitor and noticed that she looked uncomfortable and kept her eyes focused at the floor. The new girl quietly introduced herself as Kara. Kara and her family were new in town. They just moved to the city from a small town in Ohio.
Ruth was very curious about Kara. At lunch, Ruth asked Kara to sit with her. Kara sat down, but spent the entire lunchtime eating and only looking at the food in front of her. Ruth also noticed that the other children made fun of "the new girl" and called her names and talked behind her back. It hurt Ruth that her classmates behaved this way.
That afternoon, Ruth was talking to her Grammy about her day. Ruth mentioned Kara and that she had hoped things had gone better. Grammy suggested that they pray and ask for God's presence and peace. After praying, Grammy reminded Ruth of scripture in the Bible dealing with friendship and the power of sharing the good news with others.
As Ruth was leaving Grammy's house, it finally came to her, "I can make Kara an invitation to come to church with her family on Sunday!"
That evening after homework, Ruth made a beautiful invitation to worship at her church. Ruth had drawn a lovely picture. In the middle the invitation said:
YOU ARE INVITED TO ATTEND WORSHIP THIS SUNDAY at 10am.
CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP
387 MAIN STREET
YOUR NEW FRIEND, RUTH
The following morning, Ruth smiled and gave Kara the card. She thought Kara would stay silent, but then she said, "What a beautiful card. Did you draw this?" "Yes, " Ruth answered, "I love Jesus, I love to draw, and I love my church. Do you think you might like to come?" "I'll have to ask my parents, but I really hope they say, yes!" exclaimed Kara.
Ruth was so glad she had turned to God for help, because she had made a new friend: Kara.
1) Do you identify with Ruth and/or Kara?
2) Are Ruth, Kara, and Grammy likable characters?
3) Does this story seem like it could happen?
4) What would you change, if anything?
5) Would you recommend it to your friends to read?
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Admiration of Biblical Proportions
At our last meeting, Bonnie, Lori and I spent a bit of time discussing Job. I find Job fascinating. I suppose I compare his trials with our world today, but even trying to imagine half of what he experienced is inconceivable.
Between Joseph and Moses, Job was the only righteous man that Jehovah could find. So in walks Satan and proceeds to tell Jehovah "you know people only worship you for the stuff you give them." What a despicable thing to tell Jehovah. Satan was slanderous in his statement, and Jehovah told him to test this argument on Job. Before I studied with Bonnie, I always thought God was so awful to subject Job to the trials of Satan. Job lost his children, his livestock, his money, and was ridden with sores covering his entire body. Yet this man still praised God's name.
In fact, Jehovah had to prove Satan wrong. And he knew that Job's heart was pure and obedient. I think yesterday was the first time I saw that Jehovah knew exactly what he was doing when Satan was testing Job. My favorite line from the scripture is Job 27:5. "Until I expire I shall not take away my integrity!" What a powerful and admirable statement. Even with people questioning Job's devotion...and Satan destroying his existence, Job would die before he ruined his integrity. That, my friends, is a remarkable man.
I know I'll never be as righteous as Job, but I want to have integrity that I would die before destroying.
Between Joseph and Moses, Job was the only righteous man that Jehovah could find. So in walks Satan and proceeds to tell Jehovah "you know people only worship you for the stuff you give them." What a despicable thing to tell Jehovah. Satan was slanderous in his statement, and Jehovah told him to test this argument on Job. Before I studied with Bonnie, I always thought God was so awful to subject Job to the trials of Satan. Job lost his children, his livestock, his money, and was ridden with sores covering his entire body. Yet this man still praised God's name.
In fact, Jehovah had to prove Satan wrong. And he knew that Job's heart was pure and obedient. I think yesterday was the first time I saw that Jehovah knew exactly what he was doing when Satan was testing Job. My favorite line from the scripture is Job 27:5. "Until I expire I shall not take away my integrity!" What a powerful and admirable statement. Even with people questioning Job's devotion...and Satan destroying his existence, Job would die before he ruined his integrity. That, my friends, is a remarkable man.
I know I'll never be as righteous as Job, but I want to have integrity that I would die before destroying.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Having an Independent Spirit
Up until last Wednesday, I never thought being independent as a bad thing. In fact, I have lived a life rich in independent decision-making and life choices. Was I being told this wasn't right in Jehovah's eyes? Am I as rebellious as those in Genesis?
Bonnie brought Brother Erickson last Wednesday to our Bible study. He was a charismatic man, and full of thoughts and answers to my questions. I told him that I always felt that free-will = independence. To be truly able to make the choices necessary in life. Each choice that one makes places him/her down a path of further choices. I also believe choosing "right" has a lot to do with it. However, according to Brother Erickson, once the new system comes there will be no evil. There will be no sin. So I asked, "Without evil what is the purpose of having free will?"
Brother Erickson's answer was, "We need free will to choose love." I guess I understand. We choose who we love. But the thing is, I still wonder how difficult choices will be if there aren't bad decisions. I then asked, "what will I be free to choose?" He stated that you can choose what color to wear, who to love, and where you might go for the day. Doesn't this seem a bit robotic? A bit boring? I think so.
If I don't have the knowledge of making a bad choice, how will I truly appreciate when the right choice is made? Bonnie describes it by painting a picture of poverty. Just because I've never experienced hunger, that doesn't mean I have to experience it in order to understand it is a state I don't want to be. However, I believe I would never know how awesome a steak tasted if I had a steak every night. When Jim and I get our once or twice a year steak from the market, I am thrilled to have such a wonderful taste!
I also worry that if my girls never experience disappointment, how will they understand the beauty in working for what you want?
Brother Erickson illustrated independent spirits by alluding to Adam and Eve. Satan was influential in suggesting Jehovah God did not have the right to rule over His creation. He made Eve want to have independence away from Jehovah, to do what SHE wanted and not obeying her God's wishes. Adam and Eve's independent spirits caused them to desire the ability to rule themselves. This is what Satan wanted: man to pull away from Jehovah. Brother Erickson further suggested that Satan doesn't need people to pray to him or build altars to him to achieve his desire. He pulls people away, daily, from their creator: Jehovah God. Independent or rebellious spirits are perfect breeding grounds for the rebel, Satan.
I'm not sure how independent I wish to be anymore. But on the other hand, aren't I independent to choose the Bible study that the Witnesses offer? I have always had an open heart and mind.
I will continue to pray about independence, due to my previous definition of free will: the ability to choose between right and wrong each and every day. But keeping in mind the wonderful thoughts that Brother Erickson shared with me last week.
Bonnie brought Brother Erickson last Wednesday to our Bible study. He was a charismatic man, and full of thoughts and answers to my questions. I told him that I always felt that free-will = independence. To be truly able to make the choices necessary in life. Each choice that one makes places him/her down a path of further choices. I also believe choosing "right" has a lot to do with it. However, according to Brother Erickson, once the new system comes there will be no evil. There will be no sin. So I asked, "Without evil what is the purpose of having free will?"
Brother Erickson's answer was, "We need free will to choose love." I guess I understand. We choose who we love. But the thing is, I still wonder how difficult choices will be if there aren't bad decisions. I then asked, "what will I be free to choose?" He stated that you can choose what color to wear, who to love, and where you might go for the day. Doesn't this seem a bit robotic? A bit boring? I think so.
If I don't have the knowledge of making a bad choice, how will I truly appreciate when the right choice is made? Bonnie describes it by painting a picture of poverty. Just because I've never experienced hunger, that doesn't mean I have to experience it in order to understand it is a state I don't want to be. However, I believe I would never know how awesome a steak tasted if I had a steak every night. When Jim and I get our once or twice a year steak from the market, I am thrilled to have such a wonderful taste!
I also worry that if my girls never experience disappointment, how will they understand the beauty in working for what you want?
Brother Erickson illustrated independent spirits by alluding to Adam and Eve. Satan was influential in suggesting Jehovah God did not have the right to rule over His creation. He made Eve want to have independence away from Jehovah, to do what SHE wanted and not obeying her God's wishes. Adam and Eve's independent spirits caused them to desire the ability to rule themselves. This is what Satan wanted: man to pull away from Jehovah. Brother Erickson further suggested that Satan doesn't need people to pray to him or build altars to him to achieve his desire. He pulls people away, daily, from their creator: Jehovah God. Independent or rebellious spirits are perfect breeding grounds for the rebel, Satan.
I'm not sure how independent I wish to be anymore. But on the other hand, aren't I independent to choose the Bible study that the Witnesses offer? I have always had an open heart and mind.
I will continue to pray about independence, due to my previous definition of free will: the ability to choose between right and wrong each and every day. But keeping in mind the wonderful thoughts that Brother Erickson shared with me last week.
1 John 5:14-15 (New International Version)
14This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. 15And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.
11 Be wise, my son, and bring joy to my heart;
then I can answer anyone who treats me with contempt.
Proverbs 27:11 (New International Version)
11 Be wise, my son, and bring joy to my heart;
then I can answer anyone who treats me with contempt.
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