Snow! In October!

My adventures in New Hampshire seem to be endless.  Besides all the new experiences in campaign work, we’ve had a hurricane, an earthquake, and now a pre-Halloween snow.  It was quite an experience to see over a foot of snow while there were still colored leaves on the trees!  There are a lot of pictures, so I’ll get right to them.

 

It begins!

 

Fall colors and snow

 

View of my house and field across the street from my parking spot

 

The garage, early evening

 

Delia and big tree from the side porch

 

Wilson

Delia and big tree from the Treehouse front door

 

 

Neighbor’s house from loft stair window, morning after

 

Delia and big tree morning

 

Beautiful in the morning sun!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evidently my last post (happily) has provided a little fodder for discussion.  In case you missed it, my good friend and a writer I admire a great deal, Bonnie Kristian wrote the first post on Christianity and Feminism.

 

Rather than having her shrink her thoughts into the “comments” section, I’ve asked another good friend and smart woman, Betsy Barnes, to guest post on this issue.  You can read her musings on most other things and see her super cute kids on her blog: http://inwhispersandshouts.blogspot.com/.

 

Her original post can be found here: Christianity v. Feminism.

 

Christianity v. feminism

My friend, Marian, posted a guest post on her blog about Christianity and feminism. She asked about my thoughts on the subject and said she might want to post them on her blog as well. I was surprised and pleased that anyone wanted to re-post something that I write, but I wasn’t sure if this was a topic I’d ever want to address. At least not in this sort of format.Then, as usually happens, my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about the topic. I kept tossing around different approaches I could take if I were to write it. Not that I was going to write it. At least, I didn’t think I was going to write it. It sounded too political and I try to keep politics off my blog (except for the occasional Ron Paul shout-out).

However, my mind had it’s own, um, mind. So write it I did. I’m not sure if my approach was what Marian wanted, but it’s where my mind took the topic. (And my mind can be rather persuasive.)

 

If y’all aren’t interested in my thoughts on Christianity and feminism then carry on… I’ll have something else posted soon, I’m sure.

 

If, for some reason, you are interested in my thoughts on this topic then you can continue reading after the jump break:

I’ve often heard people say that Christianity keeps women down. It puts them in a box and forces them to behave a certain way. In actuality, feminism keeps women down and puts them in a box. Christianity does the exact opposite. Christianity allows women to be women. Allows them their femininity. Allows them their freedom.
There is the feminist belief that ‘traditional’ roles for women are sexist. What Christian conservatives consider to be feminine behavior is only man’s way of making sure women stay put in their submissive roles… behavior like nurturing, putting others first, peacemaking, etc. Because feminists believe these behaviors are not natural to women, they also believe we should should stop these behaviors.
If I were writing an academic paper right now I’d be forced to start citing my work and show where feminists have made these claims. While it would be fairly easy to find some sources spouting these ideas, it’s not necessary. My sources have been face to face conversations with feminists. I attend a university that is an offshoot of a larger university and caters to the non-traditional college student. The largest demographic group are women and many of these woman are in their 40s and 50s. Several times I was confronted by women in this age group who were appalled that women my age (20s) were choosing to get married and have children while or before they attend college. One woman told several of us that she was angry that our generation would throw away all the hard work her generation did to give us real choices. I was appalled that she thought my personal choices were her any of her business and that by making these choices I was succumbing to man’s ability to keep me in my place. My choices weren’t the product of a culture that had influenced me to believe certain behaviors are natural. They were the product of me being me… of me being who God made me to be.
As calmly as I could I told her that I thank her, and her generation, for illustrating the many abilities of women and opening doors for later generations to have more opportunities and choices. And that my choice and desire was to marry the man that I love and to start a family with him. This woman and I didn’t have many more conversations with one another after that and I steered clear of any woman’s studies class that served up more of this fodder.
Women like her think they gave us the freedom to be strong women by refusing to marry (and, therefore, becoming a helpmeet to a husband) and proving that women can do anything men can do by forcing their way up the corporate ladder. What these women don’t understand is how unnecessary it was to purposely set out to prove their abilities instead of just doing whatever it was they wanted to do. By trying to free themselves they’ve put themselves in a box.
Christianity, on the other hand, has no such box for women. We are encouraged to grasp hold of our womanliness and take it to the fullest. We are each given different gifts and are free to use them… as women! We weren’t given our gifts and then expected to use them like men might. There’s nothing to prove with God. He knows who we are and what we’re capable of doing.
A few years ago our church was given the opportunity to take a spiritual gifts test. My husband and I both tested for the gift of teaching, but we teach very differently. Fortunately the Bible doesn’t say that I have to use my gift as my husband uses his. I’m just told to use it! So I do.
My point is this: the Bible never says that a woman using her gift as a woman is inferior to a man using his as a man. And even amongst women, gifts vary and the way they use those gifts vary. The Bible praises women who use their hands in a physical way (like Ruth) and women who use their hands in service in the home (like Martha). One is not superior to the other. Ruth was strong and went out to gather food for herself and for her mother in law. Martha was strong and served others, including Jesus, in her home.
Beyond the Bible giving women the freedom to use their gifts as a woman would use them, the Bible gives women the freedom to work as needed. No where does the Bible say women must keep to the home and be doormats for their husbands. The woman described in Proverbs 31 is not a bare-foot and pregnant homemaker. She makes money! She runs her home AND her business. She is intelligent, wise and uses her gifts to benefit herself and her family. Does she support her husband? Yes! But that does not make her week.
There’s also Deborah, who ruled over the Israelites. She was a judge, ruler, peacekeeper and war leader. Barak, her chosen warrior to lead the soldiers against the Canaanites, refused to go into battle unless she went with him. She, and Jael (the woman who killed the Canaanite leader), were revered and celebrated by God’s people. Why would God consider women inferior to men and then place a woman as chief and judge over His people?
Priscilla made tents with her husband and helped Paul with his mission work. She and her husband moved a few times but were able to continue their business in their new cities. Starting a business in a new city can’t be an easy thing to do. Obviously she was good at her profession and worked hard at being one of the best.
Then, there’s my favorite example of Biblical women- Lydia. She was another businesswoman and was at a river Paul went to “where prayer was wont to be made”. Paul and Silas spoke to some women who had gathered there. Lydia was amongst them. She believed the Gospel message, was baptized and then opened her home to Paul and Silas. Acts 16:15 says that she “constrained” them. The Greek word for constrained is parabiazomai, which means to comply by employing force. She was adamant that they stay with her, despite the danger it put her in. John Gill writes that “she not only invited them, but obliged them to go with her; she would take no denial, and by her arguments, entreaties, and importunity, as it were forced them, and prevailed upon them to go with her”. This sounds like many women I know- looking after the welfare of others and accepting no response other than the allowance of her ministrations. She saw a need and was set on fulfilling that need no matter the cost.
She was a businesswoman who sold purple (the dye and/or purple silks), which was very valuable. Starting a business and being successful is not easy. Surely she worked hard and worked well. But she did not forsake her feminine ‘role’ as a caring, giving woman. She was who she was and received no rebuke from Paul.
Why would modern day women be expected to behave differently then all these women? We serve the same God today that women have always served. God has always admonished women to work hard, use their gifts and find strength in their womanliness.
So how do I reconcile femininity and Christianity? By understanding that the Bible underscores the strengths of women, it does not weaken them.
Anyone else want to jump in the mix? I’d be proud to host your guest post on the greatest oatmeal blog on the web (I’m pretty sure, anyway).

Christianity and Feminism

As a single Christian woman, I deal with balancing these two on an almost daily basis. While feminism and the so-called “feminist movement” tends to have negative connotations in the culture in which I was raised, I have no doubt benefited from being born into this time period in the Western world.  I vote. I went to college. I have a pretty decent job and salary.

 

This post is actually by a friend of mine.  Her name is Bonnie Kristian and she’s one of my favorite writers since Roald Dahl (no kidding).  You can read her musings on most things on her site.

 

Bonnie is brave enough to take questions from a broad audience and on a wide range of topics. She also grew up in a fairly conservative Christian culture, so I asked her about this issue.

 

Her original article is: Women, Jesus, and the Church.

 

Q. Could you address reconciling Christianity and feminism?  It’s something that interests me from the Biblical vs.Christian practice standpoint — I’ve grown up in more conservative evangelical churches and find that we overwhelmingly are affected by the outside world’s view of women and their role in the church and society rather than that of Jesus or the Bible.  I contend that the Christian influence on Western society has actually created the friendliest environment for women to thrive and be treated respectfully and equally than any other culture in the history of the world.   I think about 2000 years ago, in the church Jesus started, there would’ve been much less confusion than there is in the post-Victorian, post women’s lib US church. — Marian, from Northern Virginia.

A. I grew up in strictly complementarian churches — to the point that now that I’m actually looking into the scriptural theology on the role of women in the church, I often find myself thinking after reading a strong egalitarian argument: “Yeah, but it would still be weird to have a woman pastor.”

I’ve put off answering this question supposing that I might come to a firm conclusion in a fairly short period of time.  But I haven’t, so for the time being I’m mainly going to quote two articles which have helped me thing about the issue, and then I’ll hopefully revisit the matter sooner than later, perhaps with more articulate thoughts of my own.

First, this interview with New Testament scholar William J. Webb, an egalitarian who was fired from a university position for his views:

Many evangelicals think that you can’t take the Bible seriously and be comfortable with women in the pulpit. But you do, and you are! How do you read 1 Timothy 2:12?

The prohibition of 1 Timothy 2:12 has both cultural and transcultural components embedded within it. The rationale that women are “more easily deceived” (2:13) was true of women in the ancient world. But today, this isn’t so: women share equal knowledge in university, college, trade school and seminary education. And primogeniture — the idea that Adam has authority by virtue of being created first (2:14) — dominated the ancient world. But this isn’t as prominent or persuasive a rationale in our times. We don’t leave a “double inheritance” for the first born (as Scripture instructs) within an egalitarian society. We should apply the transcultural teaching within 1 Tim 2:12-14 — the ultimate ethical application implied within the culturally bound concrete text — by doing the following: put into leadership/teaching positions only those, either men or women, who are not easily deceived and who are respected within the Christian community.

Many complementarians believe that an egalitarian reading of the Bible owes more to our own cultural prejudices than to a faithful reading of Scripture. What’s your answer to them?

I think this question betrays two incorrect assumptions. First, it wrongly assumes that hierarchicalists or patriarchalists do not have their own cultural and subcultural prejudices that impact their reading of Scripture. Second, it wrongly assumes that Scripture itself has not been impacted in its own formation with cultural components and a fallen-world context that shapes its social ethics. One would do well to read Mark Noll’s The Civil War as a Theological Crisis to see how communities dominate how we read Scripture (many preachers used Scripture to defend slavery). Did ancient culture impact the biblical ethics of slavery but not that of women?

The point which Webb hits on — that those who read the Bible as complementarians now and that those who wrote the Bible each have their own cultural prejudices just as much as egalitarians do — is an important one, I think, and it speaks to your point about the confusion in the “post-Victorian, post women’s lib US church.”  For a long time complementarian theology has been the dominant view in the American church, and as such I think we too often tend to view it as the unbiased or “normal” perspective which is accurate until proven false — but that isn’t necessarily the case.

Next, Greg Boyd’s thoughts on the subject have interested me a lot due to his insistence going beyond cultural considerations to take a contextual view of the subject of women in the church which pulls from the entire canon:

Just before Paul forbids women from teaching or having authority over men, he also forbids them from braiding their hair, wearing jewelry, and wearing expensive clothes….Even if we aren’t exactly sure what the big deal is about jewelry or braided hair or expensive clothes, most of us intuitively know that verses that deal with them are culturally relative. But then all of a sudden when Paul says, “by the way, don’t let a woman teach or have authority,” why do so many Christians conclude that these verses must be teaching eternal truth? ….

There are many examples of women who served in leadership positions in the Old Testament….Jesus rebuked the arrogant and disbelieving religious leaders of his day with the examples of Old Testament women….The two passages in scripture that initially seem to prohibit women in ministry don’t seem nearly as clear or unequivocal in light of the many counter-examples throughout the Bible. If women are, by divine ordination and design, forbidden to speak in church, teach, or have authority over men in any capacity or under any circumstances, why are there so many examples of women who served in positions of authority in the Bible?

Boyd’s point about the number of women who hold authority throughout the Bible and even have teachings recorded as inspired in the Bible was the first argument to strongly resonate with me in terms of challenging the complementarian view while being faithful to Scripture.  It probably won’t be the last — but as I said at the beginning of this, it’s not a theological matter on which I have a settled opinion right now.  Hopefully I’ll be revisiting it soon.

 

–Marian here again.  What do you think?  Are Christianity and feminism diametrically opposed? Can they co-exist in harmony?  What does that look like in the modern church or workplace?

Mornings in New Hampshire

Recently, I noted how much I love the mornings (at least in August) here in New Hampshire.  They truly are gorgeous.  In response, my friend Jessica asked for a picture.

 

So, challenge accepted.  I do need to add the caveat, however, that Jessica and her husband Adam are actually accomplished photographers.  In fact, you should check out their work over at Sullivan Photography.  My photos are from my iPhone 3G.  Just sayin’.

 

I also need to point out that photos won’t really do any justice.  It’s much like Oregon (which should change its state motto to “God’s Country”)–it must be experienced.

 

To set the stage–I wake up around 7 or sometimes before.  For better or worse, I have a lot of windows/skylights in my little apartment, so a LOT of morning sunlight comes in.  Most mornings for the last week it’s been around 62 degrees.  It’s slightly chilly and just a little moist from the dew.  Sometimes it’s downright breathtaking.

 

Here are said requested pictures:

This is the view from the Treehouse loft window.  The sun is peeking through a very old apple tree. The roof there is the garage.

 

This is my landlady’s cute little garden.  It’s about 3x what you see here.  She has different varieties of tomatoes, squash, zucchini and cucumbers and maybe eggplant.  This is out the back door of the Treehouse and is also visible from upstairs.

 

This is the garage below the apple tree.  I just love the weathered door.

 

What are mornings like where you live?  Any other bloggers out there want to share pictures and a description as well?

Adventures in Moving

Whew!

 

Has anyone else had quite possibly the craziest/busiest summer in a while?  Mine went into overdrive this year.  It’s been so wild, I can’t remember if I mentioned my Texas/Arkansas trip in mid-June.

 

It was one of the best visits home that I’ve had in a while.  (As I’m writing this I now remember that I posted a few pictures).

 

While I was on the trip, I got a call from the job I was supposed to start in August asking me to start in Virginia on July 1st instead.  Campaign season was well underway from that point on!  And I still had Vacation Bible School.

 

Have I mentioned that my life is different? While many of my friends’ schedules are determined by feedings or when the school year starts, my work life tends to be dictated by whether it’s legislative or election season.

 

So, I had a fairly uneventful move up to New Hampshire.  I even got to stop and see my friend, Melissa and her kiddos in Massachusetts.  I’m still getting used to how compact New England is  You can read up on her adventures here. (It’s a good read–very few potty training posts ;) ).

 

I love visiting her/them anyway, but it helps that she’s one of my few friends that I have actually known basically my whole life.  When one doesn’t live in the same place their whole childhood, lasting, life-long friendships are hard to come by.

 

After a stop there, I met up with my good friend in Manchester, NH and she and her super-fun kids actually helped me move into my place here in Concord.

 

My apartment can best be described as a split-level efficiency.  I affectionately call it the “Treehouse” because of all the exposed wood beams and whitewashed knotty paneling.  It’s perfect for just me.  There’s even a skylight in the bathroom.  To make things even easier, it’s only 2.5 miles from my office.  It’s amazing–almost like the traffic doesn’t exist here.  It’d be an understatement to say it’s a far cry from the DC driving insanity.  My house’s “front” (side) porch is quickly becoming one of my favorite spots in the state, too.

 

I’ll share the rest of the updates in pictures:

 

My friend Kate the Great surprised me with Imelda May tickets! We went to see her in Boston.  I stole this photo from her facebook page since it’s better than mine.

 

Kate and me!

 

I finally got some new glasses.  My shower has a skylight, so I used it for the light.  Please ignore it.

 

I learned how close Greenfield, MA is to Concord and got to have dinner with THE Tammy M.  Of course I had a lobster roll.  I have a problem.

 

I got a new computer! Finally.  It’s the first personal one I’ve had since 2002, so it’s about time.  It’s helping me eliminate roadblocks to blogging.

 

Here’s to posting more often!

On to New Adventures

So, I hate to go long periods between blog posts, but my life has taken a serious jump into overdrive this summer.

 

Since the last post, I went on a long and enjoyable trip back home to Texas and Arkansas with my family, started a new job, moved out of my apartment, am directing our church vacation Bible school, and am making preparations to move to New Hampshire for several months.  Oh, and I almost forgot–new adventures for me at this year’s VBS: I used a power sander for the first time, build a pinewood derby car, and drove a 3rd generation Corvette Stingray! Care to guess which one was my favorite?

 

As I’ve mentioned before, my life is different.  Presidential campaign season is in full swing already for 2012 and that, of course, means more work for me.  It’s obvious I have a mental illness for this stuff, but if it’s wrong, (as the song says) I don’t wanna be right.

 

I’ve also co-founded Women for Ron Paul (@WomenforRonPaul on twitter) with my good friend Kate the Great and look forward to building up our little (almost 1500 member) coalition since we’ll be in the same area of the country.

 

Here are some pictures of my trip back home.  There will be more as my adventures in New England unfold!

 

 

Some friends I hadn’t seen since high school came over one Friday night.

 

My friend Michelle from Lexi’s perspective.

 

With my little brother at Surfside Beach for his birthday

 

 

 

 

 

30 Day Music Challenge

I had so much fun posting/sharing music on facebook as part of the “Improved 30 Day Music Challenge,” I thought I would save the whole list and post it all at once.

 

Day 1: A Favorite Song

Bonnie Raitt and Richard Thompson—Dimming of the Day

 

Day 2: A Favorite Band
Alison Krauss & Union Station—I Will

Day 3: A Song You Absolutely Despise
I may lose some friends over this one, but I think I despise the hype surrounding this song more than the song itself–it’s quite possibly the most overrated song in music history.
Hey Jude–Beatles

Day 4 A song you couldn’t live without
Who Am I?–Watermark

Day 5 – A song from an artist you wish had never started singing:
Kenny Chesney (terribly untalented)—Keg in the Closet

Day 6 – A song that reminds you of home
I’m pretty sure John Deere tractors are where we got the idea for our school colors… shout-out to good ole SF…
Joe Diffee—John Deere Green

Day 7 – A song that reminds you of someone
The Bangles always remind me of my bff, Stephanie Tabor Carter
The Bangles—Hazy Shade of Winter

Day 8 – A song that you want to begin the week with
The Bangles—Manic Monday
Who knew the Bangles would make my list twice in 8 days??
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47v-Zm-9Wgg
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Day 9 – A song you want to close the week with
It took me long enough to include Lynyrd Skynyrd , didn’t it?
Lynyrd Skynyrd—Call Me the Breeze

Day 10 – Your favorite song to make fun of
I don’t know if this is my favorite to make fun of, but it was the first one in my mind. I make up other, unflattering words to Kenny Chesney songs I really dislike. Evidently my dad even knows how little I like KC–he made a joke about it just last night.
Kenny Chesney—Big Star

Day 11 – Your favorite slow song
In the Palm of Your Hand–Alison Krauss and the Cox Family
These are getting tougher. I love it.

Day 12 – Your favorite fast song
Elvis Presley–A Little Less Conversation
If this song can’t get you going, I’m not sure what’s wrong with you.

Day 13 – A song from a band that you have to explain to people who they are
Red Molly–Jezebel
This group is one of my favorite new discoveries in recent months. Enjoy!

Day 14 – A song you got sick of because of the radio
Zac Brown Band–Chicken Fried

Day 15 – A song you wish you heard often on the radio
Dolly Parton—Shinola

Day 16 – A song you could sing without music
Eva Cassidy–Wayfaring Stranger

Day 17 – Another favorite song
Pete Yorn–Suspicious Minds

Day 18 – Another favorite band
AC/DC—Thunderstruck

Day 19 – A song you will never get tired of
Viva Elvis (Elvis Presley)–Suspicious Minds

Day 20 – A song from an artist you like but wished they had never made
Sugarland–Stuck Like Glue
I loved their first album and am really not sure why they’re essentially doing bubblegum pop.

Day 21 – A song from your favorite album
Alison Krauss and Union Station–Too Late to Cry
Since I love pretty much everything Alison Krauss, I don’t have just one favorite album, but this is from her first.

Day 22 – A song from a band you heard about before they were cool
Red Molly–Oh My Sweet Carolina

Day 23 – A song that is YOU
Red Molly–Happier Now
I’m not sure if it’s totally me, but it’s pretty autobiographical…

Day 24 – A song that is anti-YOU
N.W.A. Straight Outta Compton
I’m definitely more “suburban redneck”…

Day 25 – A song you discovered on TV
Lucy Schwartz-When We Were Young
from the soundtrack for the show Parenthood (love that show!)

Day 26 – The perfect song to listen to when you are angry
The Mavericks–All You Ever Do is Bring Me Down

Day 27 –A song you wish you could play on an instrument
Pete Yorn–Suspicious Minds (I just realized this is on my list twice! I must REALLY love it.)
I think the piano player on this is killer!

Day 28 – A song from another favorite album
AC/DC—Rock ‘n’ Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution from Back in Black

Day 29 – A song that makes you wanna punch someone in the face
Donna Fargo–Happiest Girl in the Whole U.S.A.

Day 30 – A song that makes you want to drive fast and crazy
Metallica–Creeping Death

(Optional) Day 31 – A song that you want played at your funeral
Alison Krauss & Union Station–There is a Reason

If you’ve made it this far… why don’t you try the challenge? I love to see what my friends choose. It’s kind of an interesting way to get to know each other. I also wanted to make the work of finishing this project worthwhile!

I’m Still Here!

Hello dozen or so readers!
I am still here, but have allowed busy-ness to get me away from my blog, but don’t worry, I will be back in action soon.

 

As you may or may not know, legislative season is now transitioning to my favorite season besides fall–election season.  That means everything is transitioning around me and of course, I am, too.

 

I’m jetsetting off to New Hampshire for primary season and I am pumped.  Many adventures and bucket list check-offs await me there. So, of course I will do my best to keep up with my little blog here while I am living elsewhere.

 

Coming soon to this blog is my first book review.  It was a much tougher book than I expected, so it’s slow-going, but it will be up soon.

 

My weight is back down to where I was before I fell off the wagon.  Big props to my friend Stephanie for making a plan for weight loss and being open about it on her blog, Domestic Delirium.

 

I’m plugging along in Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University (FPU).  I’ve got baby step 1 down and am working on my debt snowball.  My hope is to be out of debt in about 18 months, but even if I don’t make it by then, I will get there!  Tortoise and the hare, baby!

 

Layla the Orchid is doing well.  She hasn’t grown as many new blossoms as the spring, but the ones she has are pretty happy.

 

 

So, things are busy but mostly positive.  My little brother and I just had the “glad to have a job to complain about” conversation last night.  These are good problems to have, I’d say.  I’m so blessed in my life.

Adventures in Daughterhood

There’s no way as a blogger I could let Mothers Day go by without honoring mine.

 

Our relationship is a complicated one, as I’m sure is true for all mothers and daughters.  After all, women are simply complex.  There’s a song I recently fell in love with called “Happier Now” by Molly Venter.  There’s a lyric in the song that says, “My childhood wasn’t perfect. Truth is, ain’t no such thing.”  And my childhood wasn’t perfect either, but the older I get, the more I appreciate my family–which is normal.  The difference is, no offense to yours, but my family is the greatest, despite the imperfections.

 

I’ve had two mothers in my life, one biological and one adoptive.  I have great respect for both for vastly different reasons.  My biological mother knew her limitations enough to make the great sacrifice of giving her children up for adoption. My adoptive–my “real”–mom then took on a toddler and an infant as a brand new mom. (I say “real” mom, because growing up, kids would always ask if I knew my “real” parents. This didn’t faze me a bit and I always answered that I lived with my “real” parents–the ones that do the raising).

 

There’s more to our story, but I will leave that to another day.  What I’d like to do is list some of the things I love about my mom, Marj Ward.

  1. Her irrepressible nature. My mom is very emotionally demonstrative–almost the opposite of me and I love it. She laughs hard, cries hard and loves hard.  Because of her ability to live in the moment (something I’m very jealous of sometimes), she’s nearly incapable of holding a grudge.
  2. Her tender heart. As I said above, my mom has a great capacity to love. She has a way of telling people they’re completely wrong in the most loving way I think I’ve ever seen. She can sometimes deliver criticism in a way that makes you just want to hug her and I think it’s because the loving part is so completely genuine.
  3. The fact that she can sew. It seems silly, I guess, but I’m impressed. She made one of my prom dresses, flower girl dresses, and even tiny clothes for our He-Man toys. It’s just one of the little ways she takes care of her family.
  4. Her crazy good math skills. This is another one that may seem silly, but I don’t care. She tutored me through two algebra classes and geometry in high school and loved it. She didn’t give up despite lots of tearful tutoring sessions.
  5. She married into the Ward family. I’m crazy about my dad, too, but that’s another post, too. I relate to his family lots, especially their sense of humor.  My mom has often told the story of being engaged to another guy when my dad kissed her for the first time and I love it! They are one of the world’s few “meant to be”, “perfect” couples. I often complain to my dad that he set the bar to high when it comes to making a marriage work and ruined my expectations.
  6. Her willingness to grow and change as a person. The older I get and the more people I meet, the less and less I encounter this quality. She is open-minded–enough to appreciate tattoos, fall in love with iguanas, and allow snakes in her house even though she hates them!

 

There is much more to say, of course, but it’s hard to find words that are sufficient. I’m crazy about you, mom!

 

Here’s a song I just heard that helps a little:

Twenty Years Late–David St. Romain

 

For a Pot of Beans

Those of you who know me know I’ve been overweight for basically all of my adult life.  I’m not proud of it, but it’s true.  There are many factors that contribute to this.   (And on a side note, if you’ve never struggled with weight in your life, I urge you to take a long breath and think about what you may struggle with in your own life before you judge an overweight person).  I do know, however, and confess that no matter what my genetics are and health problems I have had, that I am overweight TODAY because of bad decision-making.

 

I’m still trying to get to the bottom of the “whys” of making these poor eating decisions.  It’s not as simple as stop doing this and start doing that, though it is.  That’s like telling an alcoholic to “just stop drinking.”  It’s much more complicated than that.

 

About a year and a half ago, I started viewing my weight in a different light.  I began to see it as an issue of stewardship.  It became apparent that I was not taking care of the body the Lord had provided for me.  I started then on a journey to creating better habits in my life.  Sadly, I have spent a lot of time off the wagon, though a decent amount on the same wagon.  I am definitely a work in progress!

 

Recently, while climbing back on the wagon, the story of Jacob and Esau came to mind.  Jacob and Esau were the twin grandsons of “Father” Abraham.  Esau came out first so he was considered the firstborn, but Jacob was his mother’s favorite.  Esau is described as a “skillful hunter” and Jacob a “mild man, dwelling in tents,” according to the NKJV.  One day, Esau was worn out and extremely hungry from a day in the field and found Jacob had made a pot of lentil stew.

 

Here is the Biblical account of their exchange (Genesis 25:29-34, NKJV):

29Now Jacob cooked a stew; and Esau came in from the field, and he was weary.30And Esau said to Jacob, “Please feed me with that same red stew, for I am weary.” Therefore his name was called Edom.31But Jacob said, “Sell me your birthright as of this day.”32And Esau said, “Look, I am about to die; so what is this birthright to me?”33Then Jacob said, “Swear to me as of this day.” So he swore to him, and sold his birthright to Jacob.34And Jacob gave Esau bread and stew of lentils; then he ate and drank, arose, and went his way. Thus Esau despised his birthright.

 

I’m not totally certain of all the benefits of a birthright.  It seems to be all the privileges afforded to the firstborn son of a Jewish family, but I doubt we in our current culture can fully appreciate what that means.  I don’t know the worth of such a thing.  I do, however, understand that it’s worth a heck of a lot more than a pot of beans!

 

And that’s when it really hit me.  What have I given up for a pot of beans?  When it came to the issue of my eating and body stewardship, I realized I had traded a lot more than I should have, a lot more often than I should have, for almost literally a pot of beans.  It was a very graphic visual of how we silly humans often choose temporary gratification over long-term benefit.  It’s in our very nature.  This principle applies to more than just food.  How about spending money/going into debt?  How about sex?  See, you had to know I was going to get you folks who don’t necessarily have issues with eating poorly.

 

What do you think you have traded for a pot of beans?