Seeds & Sensibility

Wisdom Worth Noting - Abandon & Abide

2012-02-11T13:04:00.000-08:00

Abandon the worries… and Abide in the Word.
Abandon the fears… and Abide in the Father.
Abandon the hurts… and Abide in His heart.
Abandon the cares… because Christ will never abandon you.
It’s what I self-preach again and again to the fearful sinner who is me: Abandon and Abide.

From a favorite blog's post: A Holy Experience

The blogger, Ann Voskamp, also included this song:
http://youtu.be/54ALmQZ_NiA

That Lovely Slippery Slope

2012-02-10T10:04:00.000-08:00

My friend on my faith journey recommended this blog post to me. He thought I might like it. I did. Very much.

"They Were Right About the Slippery Slop (and Wrong)"
http://rachelheldevans.com/they-were-right-about-slippery-slope?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+RachelHeldEvans+%28Rachel+Held+Evans+-+Blog%29&utm_content=Google+Reader

Jesus Is a Liberal Democrat Video

2012-02-05T09:26:00.000-08:00

Food for thought...find the truth in the comedy from December 2010. And then how will I live differently in response to truth?

The Colbert Report
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Violent Loss & Suffering/Sticky, Stinky Endurance

2012-02-01T10:16:00.000-08:00

My friend is in the one-year anniversary of a tragedy involving the reckless homicide of a friend/colleague. As I think of her and talk with her, some new reflections of my own experience with a tragic loss oozed through and spilled into my mind. On any given day, if you have survived a violent loss, images and thoughts and emotions collide to create chaos or new strength. Heart break is not pretty, but it can become the art of the honest heart.

Photo credit: http://spitshinedsoul.wordpress.com/tag/dream-2/

There is the immediate crisis that follows the actual event and managing to get through that minute-by-minute, but often the pain lingers and the bruises to our souls get bumped with the calendar...a birthday, a year after, and so on. We wish for some relief and work toward acceptance and a return to normal. But normal is now very different. Sometimes the goal is just to hang in there and remember we are not alone, though our personal journey to healing will be our own.

I heard myself say just the other day in an appropriate context, "One of my students was murdered in 1996...." People gasped. I paused and tried to connect to the violence of it all, the bruise that still lingers to each of our souls that knew her. Still felt surreal and my mind tells me I must have made it up. Awkward.

After all these years. Still no acceptance. I think that is the way it is and I think there is actually some wholeness in that ugly. If I were to truly accept it, I'd be giving up on a world the way it should be, with people treating each other safely. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done.

What happened to my student and my friend's colleague is NOT OK. It never will be. We live in that tension. That is what I must learn to accept. Like we are tuned between radio stations, sometimes totally annoying, sometimes I can block it out, sometimes I can accommodate the tension, and sometimes I am able to tune in to the beauty that is still with us.

I realize now that violent crime rips a hole in the peace of mind of any who witness and/or cared about the victims. An act against community. Do we forgive? Do we forget? Who has answers to these questions? I think there are moments of both that flash by and become stronger, like clapping for Tinkerbell to grow stronger. But the broader questions for me are always, "What now?" and since life will never be what I knew to be normal, "What good will come out of the darkness that includes me?"

And it will come. Good will come from this. We will be different, just like seeds die in the ground before forcing their way back into the sunshine to bloom in a new place after they were pooped out by some bird. God is at work. Love wins. God loves us. God is here. God is enough. I truly believe those concepts to be true and broader than I can conceive. I cling. Hope invites. Again.

Three resources that immensely continue to impact my journey in difficult, painful times of loss include:

Drops Like Stars -- a book and a DVD (I was blessed to see this in person):

► 1:01► 1:01

"We plot, we plan, we assume things are going to go a certain way and then they don't and we find ourselves ..."

http://www.amazon.com/Drops-Like-Stars-Creativity-Suffering/dp/0310275032

And another book, One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp
http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913

And a movie, Lars and the Real Girl, quirky, odd, and uncomfortable at times. It portrays loving community responding to a tragic loss for the main character. I found it simple, profound, and inspiring in leading me to just be with friends who have experienced suffering and/or loss.

In closing, we are in this together. If you are in a time of pain, suffering, grief, and/or loss, I pray you are well connected with a loving community like a small group at the local church or dear, committed friends and/or family. I also pray you watch carefully for hope to light the way a moment at a time, like a flickering candle in a dark room. And I pray that through this, through finding your "new normal," you will bring more to this world than was taken out.

Overall, knowing that Jesus died and rose again took on new meaning in all this for me. What is the eternal force in the world that is major evidence that God is? Love. What breaks the heart of love? Death. The separation from those we love. The love for those lost continues, but the separation breaks us. Jesus brought victory over death making it possible that love is not lost, and death is, well...in the brilliant words of Rossiter Worthington Raymond (1840-1918):

"Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight."

Dear reader, I do not know what suffering has crushed you. Perhaps even disappointment because expectations of how life was to look for you does not match your current reality, like your shoes, purse, and outfit so easily do. Hold on. Be patient. Grief does not follow my rules. Bummer.

I am learning to go hide in my "grace space." I run there to wait for help from God. Maybe you recognize your need for a time-out in your grace space place. I'm learning to recognize the symptoms of when I need to go sit in that emotional room and be quiet, which for me include when I'm feeling anger at others, fear of the future, guilt over the past, and anxiety. All related to my myth that I can control my life's circumstances in full, my "myth of control."

Dear reader, I do not know where you stand on who you trust to save you. Beyond circumstances, it is spiritual. We all believe in something. I could not survive without my faith in Christ and trust in God to be with me now and in the days to come. I hope you are with me in that journey. I hope you can find comfort today and recognize blessings that come in spite of suffering. Perhaps you can even find energy to go serve others on behalf of Christ's work and/or on behalf of the loved one lost. Generosity, if you can get to that point, brings good out of pain. And on days when that is just not possible, I pray that you sense an intangible God in those moments through tangible others around you, and the remaining beauty in life and nature.

A Holiday, the Homeless, & Hope

2011-11-18T12:10:00.001-08:00

Friday, November 11 - Veteran's Day and a day off from work...a great day. I woke at 4:00am to go five blocks from home. I'd volunteered with a city project to identify the homeless for possibly later accessing services and housing for the more vulnerable. It was part of a nationwide effort taking place in cities throughout the United States. One of our leaders mentioned how impressed he was with the diversity of our group: church groups, college students, high school students, social workers, business people, and neighbors. I felt glad to be part of that.

We went in teams of five, into the pre-dawn darkness, searched quietly through alleys and a park, in little coves tucked into buildings, and on benches, looking for our homeless neighbors. I was nervous at first, concerned about what I might encounter, both the heartache and the question of safety. We learned to spot earthly belongings hidden in bushes nearby, and find human-shaped lumps under blankets. We practiced a deeper dimension of respect for the least of these in our town.

We obeyed our training to never touch anyone to wake them, to never shine our flashlights in their faces, and to squat down to their level for conversation. We used our lights to illuminate our path, read our paperwork, and identify our faces to others. We would call out to the person to gently wake them, and ask if we could have their permission to take a survey and take their photo.

We sat on the cement together in several situations. We interviewed six people -- two couples and two singles, three women and three men. One refused to let us take her photo. That was OK. At times we laughed together because some had such humor in their circumstances. It was an odd, yet powerful moment to hear the laughter of a group of people newly connected and from such diverse circumstances. I felt happy. I learned about these people in my community.

We asked all the questions on this survey: social security number, height, weight, victim of violence on the streets, health condition and details, been to jail and/or prison, pets, how long they'd been homeless, how they make money, etc. It was very interesting. The data we collect will be dded to a national study and used to access services and possibly housing for the most vulnerable. The people we visited were articulate, sober, and engaging. Some of my stereotypes were shattered that day. We were back to volunteer central in two hours.

I felt connected to these six folks, though we'd just met. It was strange yet so humane. I walked away wishing I could come visit again from time to time and bring breakfast or pizza or wash their blankets, but I felt that ambition would probably fade once I returned to my routine. But I now drive through my city with different eyes and a bigger heart. I look carefully for the unseen living just beyond my view in this area. It felt like a dream to have time to hear a little of the stories of these fellow human beings.

That morning, it was my priority to shake the hand of each person we'd interviewed, look them in the eyes, and say their name as I said, "Nice to meet you." And I meant it. It was important to me because I think appropriate human touch is healing, no matter how insignificant. It was healing to me. I can't speak for the others. It was healing because I overcame my fear of these strangers, one at a time, after listening to their stories, and crafting some time in my life to care for them, even for just a moment. I will remember them. God bless you, Shawn & Tricia, Manual & Corrine, Bonnie, and Ector, a Vietnam vet.

On Veteran's Day, I served with others in my community to reach out to hidden people. In our current economic crisis, anyone can be homeless with a change in events and circumstances. I did not need to figure out if these folks were trouble to society, or evaluate if they deserved a break or not. I needed to figure out that they are human, too. I was moved. I am changed. These efforts in my life keep me aware of what really matters and keep my heart tender. These efforts keep the gospel fresh in my faith. All this, and it was barely 8:00am. Time for a nap and time to pause to reflect on the meaningful experience.

Practicing This Perspective

2011-11-12T11:22:00.001-08:00

This is my current reference point. This is my motto for engaging others to consider my point of view on anything that may be different from theirs. I return the same respect to them. I've summed it up this way:

"Simple conversation. Gentle invitation. Sincere consideration."

- Cindi Peterson

This is a quiet and peaceful way to get along. Or at least worth a try. In these days of campaigning and issues that impact life in this great nation, as well as in all things spiritual, this is my focus in respecting my fellow man...and woman, of course. Hoping for the same in return.

Another Reality Worth Understanding

2011-11-07T08:49:00.000-08:00

I am an acquaintance of Carlos Delgado and he recommended this blog. I started by reading Chapter 1 today. I will learn from the writer. I am touched and softened by her truth. I am more compassionate from viewing through her lens. I married "late" - age 37. We will celebrate 20 years this next summer. I am brought to my knees by stories like hers, and aware again and again of the fragile side of marriage which so subtly frames the functional side. How do I guard the sacredness of the vows in a world that is all about the passion and not so skilled at the day-to-day of love? How do I protect the work between hearts in the demands of the day that can quietly destroy? I must ask this daily as I honor my husband and this spiritual connection to him in a sanctified relationship.

Today I read Chapter 1:
http://christiangirlsguidetodivorce.wordpress.com

Notice of Privacy Practices - A Satirical Look

2011-10-18T07:50:00.001-07:00

Privacy. An interesting concept. I have curtains on my bathroom window for privacy. Medical information privacy could be an oxymoron.

I recently was handed an eleven page document titled Notice of Privacy Practices. This occurred when I checked in at my doctor appointment. It has happened before. However, this particular time I took time to read it. I found irony and some form of humor in my reading. I will highlight a few things in this post.

WHO WILL FOLLOW THIS NOTICE

Any health care professional authorized to enter information into your medical chart.

That seems to make sense. Well, alright.

All departments and offices of [insert physician group here].

This is a big, big organization. Now it is getting a little sketchy -- the "privacy" part.

Any member of a volunteer group we allow to help you while you are at [insert physician group here].

Volunteers, really? Why?

All employees, staff, and other personnel.

OK, at this point, I'm thinking save ink and space and just say "Everyone" or "All" people who are connected to or have ever even driven by [insert physician group here].

There's more. But first let me just say...I have to trust my personal medical information that is private to a flock of strangers that I may or may not trust? That's pushing it, knowing what we all know about human nature.

It continues on..."We are required by law to: make sure that medical information that identifies you is kept private." Ah. Too late, really. It seems more people can have privilege to my privacy than are on my annual Christmas letter list.

And now on to my favorite part:
HOW WE MAY USE AND DISCLOSE MEDICAL INFORMATION ABOUT YOU
(There is some interesting stuff in this part that I did not know about. Privacy, really? Wait until you hear!)

For Treatment -- logical. Wouldn't you agree and hope so!
For Payment -- OK, that is probably fair more or less.
For Health Care Operations -- Maybe your thinking operations as in surgery. Wrong. Operations as in the office. Hmmm. If you aren't involved in treatment or billing the insurance company or me, what do you need with my "private" information? Statistics. Oh, sure. It goes on to say in this part, "We may also disclose information to doctors, nurses, technicians, medical students and other personnel for learning and review purposes." Shouldn't I get a stipend? I could bill them.
Appointment Reminders -- This probably works to my benefit.
Treatment Alternatives -- OK. To tell me about treatment alternative, but who is the medical information disclosed to? Me? I have to be included in my own medical privacy? What am I missing?
Health-Related Products and Services -- to tell me about them. OK. So who is the info disclosed to? Not me, right? I already know my medically private issues? So who? Vendors? Ewe.
Individuals Involved in Your Care and Payment for Your Care -- of course.
Research -- oh, certainly. For the common good. Medical costs should be cheaper if you agree to help out with research using your private medical information. Wouldn't you agree?
As Required by Law -- so they are required to keep it private by law unless the law requires them to share? That is amusing. What is the point of privacy?
To Avert a Serious Threat to Health or Safety -- I am all in favor of this one. Especially for other people's medical information that might cause ME problems.
Special Situations: This is where it gets good. My two favorite exceptions to privacy are in this list. Can you guess? Which are yours?

Organ & Tissue Donation - this is a good idea.
Military & Veterans - I'm not a member of the military, so this doesn't apply.
Worker's Compensation - This may help prevent corruption and fraud and get benefits to deserving people.
Public Health Risks - there is wisdom in this.
Health Oversight Activities (agencies) - sure, why not?
Lawsuits and Disputes - welcome to our world.
Law Enforcement - It's all connected.
Coroners, Medical Examiners and Funeral Directors - why would I care then?
National Security and Intelligence Agencies - Yikes! This is Big Brother watching, if you ask me. If I ever requested a list of who my info was released to and saw one of these agencies on my list, what would I think?
Protective Services for the President and Others - Wow! I suppose it is important for the President's peeps to check me out to keep him safe.

So there you go! The not-private-at-all privacy practices. Worth the read. I had no idea. By the end of all these permissions to share, I don't feel my medical information is private at all. We live in complicated times. Stay healthy! Bye for now. I'm going on my walk.

Advent Thoughts

2011-10-16T11:43:00.000-07:00

I love Christmas. I know. I know. Many don't share that joy. Especially in mid-October. That's OK. We can live in peace.

It takes everything I have to wait until November 1 to begin listening to Christmas music. I wait on behalf of those I live with who do not feel the urgency I feel to jump in to the beauty of the season, beginning with wonderful music. So I listen discreetly and with joy until December actually begins.

One month, the month of December, is just not enough time to engage in what I love about Christmas. I love the music, the lights, the quiet I find amidst the hustle and hysteria, the hope promised of God on earth and His return.

What I don't engage in so much is gift giving. The financial tension that has caused in years past and the frustration caused by not knowing what to get for someone sucked the life out of me. Shopping in frenzied crowds and surviving the fight with parking space sharks is deadening.

The deep reward of spending gift money on causes gives me joy. That is why I post this video today.

http://vimeo.com/worldrelief/advent

Advent is a magical season for me. Anticipation is powerful. It is never to early to remember a time of anticipation of Good News. These words renew that focus.

Thoughtful Words from Butch Maltby

2011-09-24T11:08:00.000-07:00

Butch and I attended Wheaton College together. We have distantly recently reconnected via Facebook. He recently posted this paragraph which I found to be profound. I want to preserve it here on this blog to refer to and reflect on in the future. Life moves so fast. I need to anchor in broad thoughts like these. Thank you, Butch.

"In a world with conflicting views on just about everything here is one truth for... which you can be certain. Your life will be filled with uncertainty. The anxiety and fear which this produces is often the result of trying to control things totally outside the realm of human effort. Serenity and peace come when we embrace the bucking bronco of life secure in the reality our Father has everything in mind and with a view of forever. What we call a temporary disaster may in fact be His realignment of our lives to something better. When we lose hope and pour cold waters of doubt on the languishing fires of faith we are actually telling the God of the universe...'You are failing at your job!'"

Summer Reading: The Abolition of Man

2011-08-16T17:45:00.000-07:00

I just finished reading C.S. Lewis's The Abolition of Man: How Education Develops Man's Sense of Morality. Tiny book. Ninety-one pages. But, alas, it took me too long to read it. It was a bit stiff for me. Originally a lecture series in 1943, Lewis dealt with the dangers of moral relativism in a way that was too academic for me, though I adjusted to the reading about mid-way. I had to force myself to finish it. Yet, I found some great ideas therein. Not a "beach read" by any means. Part of my motivation to finish it was my pride. I would not be beat, and could not quit this book simply because it was too advanced for me. I had to conquer it and get what I could out of it. I am a big fan of the author, after all. I went to a college that hosts THE official wardrobe that inspired The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe of the Chronicles of Narnia. So, though I feel like it delayed my getting to books I was really looking forward to this summer, I finished the book and I'm better for it.

2011-07-30T13:57:00.003-07:00

I love this quote from William Morris, English textile designer, artist, writer, associated with the English Arts and Crafts Movement, and our home is a bungalow with some Arts & Crafts style.

"If I were asked to say what is at once the most important production of Art and the thing most to be longed for, I should answer, A beautiful House; and if I were further asked to name the production next in importance and the thing next to be longed for, I should answer, A beautiful Book. To enjoy good houses and good books in self-respect and decent comfort, seems to me to be the pleasurable end towards which all societies of human beings out now to struggle."

-- William Morris (late 1800's)

A Moment of Immigration Reform Reflection -- So Naïve

2011-07-18T09:15:00.000-07:00

I just read this excerpt from another article...

"Following the end of the Civil War, President Andrew Johnson worked to piece the nation back together, but it wasn’t easy. Slavery had been abolished, but prejudice had not. In the South, state legislatures were working hard to pass laws that disenfranchised blacks and effectively made them slaves again. Unemployed blacks could be seized, fined for vagrancy, and forced to work for private employers in order to pay those fines. It was a form of slavery without the name."

Naturally, I thought about laws changing, compassionate immigration reform ready to role forward. O, happy day! Then, like a bucket of cold water tossed in my face, I connected the dots from the quote above to that future time. I realized that attitudes cannot be legislated. I felt so naïve to have seen this from only the side of changed laws. I felt a sense of despair, then hope.

Back to the present...on most days I feel frustration that I cannot do more to move legislation forward to fix some of the broken wheels on this wagon. I feel like all I do is inform and influence people to look deeper at the complex levels of this issue. I feel like that is of minor value as we all push this boulder up the hill.

However, this quote above made me realize the quiet yet giant impact I am having with my steady little conversations, Facebook posts, blogs, and living consistently with what I believe in front of others who know me. Those little things can be used to transform attitudes in ways more powerful than any laws that simply legislate procedure.

I will walk with my head held higher today. I realize that we can continue to give others a moment to consider immigration reform with compassion. We will impact and influence attitudes. Day by day, we will encourage others to think differently. Perhaps when legislation catches up, we will be further along than back in the day of Civil War rebuilding. That is a new dream for me, upon which I will continue to act.

[Quote Source: 2011 Copyright Moody Bible Institute • www.todayintheword.org]

A Response to a Friend: Some Thoughts on Immigration

2011-07-16T09:39:00.000-07:00

[This was written in response to a friend's challenges regarding an article about the local churches responding to a new anti-immigrant law in Alabama. Article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/07/14/alabama-immigration-law-churches_n_898025.html ]

[AP Photo]

I agree that people with principles usually love others -- so true, thank goodness.

I disagree with "no one is forced to break laws in order to enter another country," though I may not completely understand what you meant. If I was a father or mother abandoned by her husband in Guatemala, who could not provide food for the family because major corporations had displaced me on my farm or because current labor conditions were keeping me in extreme poverty for various reasons, I would definitely be forced to head to another place where I'd have a better chance of providing basics of life for my family, even if it included breaking the law.

I am so grateful because of where I was randomly born that my parents did not have to make that choice...to leave everything behind for the chance to be able to feed me or to keep the law. Perhaps if everyone could sponsor children in other countries through World Vision or Compassion, this would be another creative solution that would decrease border crossing.

Regarding California and the nation, the economic contribution from immigrants is significant. Perhaps that is another reason not much is changing very fast. As far as social problems, I am cautious about blaming certain people groups. Makes me very nervous. However, with so many losing their homes through the housing crisis, I cannot even begin to imagine the social problems stemming that, loss of property tax and more, from what many blame greedy banks for doing. Perhaps, some insurance companies are even causing social problems, but I better be quiet because I don't have statistics to back that up.

I have seen and read statistics very well stated and very inaccurate that create more fear and hate of undocumented people. I think if most people would become familiar with Comprehensive Compassionate Immigration Reform, they would really approve. I think a lot of what some people might like to see regarding getting citizenship is in that program.

Thank you for your debate. You speak your perspective kindly and you seem to have a clear perspective. We've both stated these comments before, so I know we are not trying to convince each other of anything or change each other's minds. I just want to be heard. I have heard you, too. Thanks.

From Christians for Comprehensive Immigration Reform:

Our shared principles include the following:

· We believe all people, regardless of national origin or citizenship status, are made in the "image of God" and deserve to be treated with dignity and respect (Genesis 1:26-27, 9:6).
· We believe there is an undeniable responsibility to love and show compassion for the stranger among us (Deuteronomy 10:18-19, Leviticus 19:33-34, Matthew 25:31-46).
· We believe that immigrants are our neighbors, both literally and figuratively, and we are to love our neighbors as ourselves and show mercy to neighbors in need (Leviticus 19:18, Mark 12:31, Luke 10:25-37).
· We believe in the rule of law, but we also believe that we are to oppose unjust laws and systems that harm and oppress people made in God's image, especially the vulnerable (Isaiah 10:1-4, Jeremiah 7:1-7, Acts 5:29, Romans 13:1-7).

We recognize that the current U.S. immigration system is broken and reform is necessary.

The biblical principles above compel us to support immigration reform legislation that includes the following elements:

· Enforcement initiatives that are consistent with humanitarian values;
· Reforms in our family-based immigration system that reduce waiting times for separated families to be reunited;
· A process for all immigrant workers and their families already in the U.S. to earn citizenship upon satisfaction of specific criteria;
· An expansion of legal avenues for workers and families to enter our country and work in a safe and legal manner with their rights and due process fully protected;
· Examining solutions to address the root causes of migration, such as economic disparities between sending and receiving nations.
Source: http://faithandimmigration.org/

Small Group Grace

2011-07-15T07:17:00.000-07:00

A good small group is my sacred safe place. I am grateful for such a gift throughout my life. Changes me in ways a sermon never will.

Pro-Cycling: Crashes, Crushed Dreams, & Character

2011-07-10T21:30:00.000-07:00

This has been a tough week for the Tour de France. Too many accidents, injuries, and mishaps. Many of my favorites are out of the Tour already. I am disappointed and sad for the injuries. I am confused by the frequency of trouble. I've watched the event many years and do not remember anything like this before. This has been troubling for me.

Today, Stage 9, was possibly the worst. A media car sideswiped Juan Antonio Flecha, one of my favorites, and obviously sent him to the ground which knocked another young cyclist from the Netherlands, Johnny Hoogerland, into the air. He landed on a barbed wire fence. They both survived and finished the race. It was heartbreaking and I was angry and sick-to-my-stomach.

Image source: http://sports.yahoo.com/sc/gallery/im:urn:newsml:sports….

Image source: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/sport/3687190/TV-car-wipes-out-Tour-de-France-cyclists-Juan-Antonio-Flecha-and-Johnny-Hoogerland.html.

I got the following information of the official Tour web site. I was impressed with Hoogerland's grace in such a painful situation. The character of this young cyclist is inspiring.

Johnny Hoogerland – “We can still be happy that we’re alive...”

Forgiveness is a wonderful trait. It’s hard to understand how, only moments after weeping on the podium after receiving the polka-dot jersey for his efforts in stage nine, Johnny Hoogerland refused to lay blame on anyone for an accident that sent him flying off the road and into a barbed wire fence… but the Dutchman has a remarkable attitude even when his future in the race is uncertain.

“We can still be happy that we’re alive. It’s horrible. I can blame everyone but I don’t think anyone does this sort of thing on purpose. I think the people in the car will have a very big guilty feeling and they will surely apologize to me and Flecha.
“Juan Antonio came to me an he apologized.
“It should not happen but it’s always possible that this sort of thing happens.
“Nobody can be blamed for this. It’s a horrible accident and I was in it. But I said to Flecha, ‘We’re still alive and Wouter Weylandt died in a crash.
“Cycling is getting more and more hectic which is also nice because more and more people are watching but, for sure, some people will say that it may be like this because… well, I can’t explain it – but I think most people feel very, very bad about this sort of thing.
“I have three cuts that are about seven centimeters long and quite deep too. I’ll go to the hospital now and I think I’ll need about 30 stitches at least…
“I did what felt like a few somersaults. I don’t know where the car came from. Before I knew it, Flecha was on the ground and there was nothing I could do. I landed on the fence and I looked at my legs and thought, ‘Is this what cycling is about?’ “I have the polka-dot jersey but I’m going to spend the rest day in a lot of pain.” Source: http://www.letour.fr/2011/TDF/LIVE/us/900/journal_etape.html

Another crushing blow came to Chris Horner yesterday. It seemed he did not even know how bad he'd hit his head and face. He broke his nose and finished the stage, asking over and over if he'd finished, clearly dazed. He is a really great cyclist, 40-years old, and has a great attitude every time they interview him. Sad to see him go. Here is a great photo after his visit to the hospital.

Zabriskie is out, too. He is one cool, very funny, talented rider. Ugh! Bradley Wiggins had a tough spill. He's gone. Sad, sad, sad. I can't even think of everyone who has crashed out.

Frederik Willems of Belgium, left, and David Zabriskie of the US, right, are being treated by Tour de France doctors after crashing during the 9th stage of the Tour de France cycling race over 208 kilometers (129 miles) starting in Issoire and finishing in Saint Flour, central France, Sunday July 10, 2011. Photo: Christophe Ena / AP

Read more: http://www.ctpost.com/sports/article/Tour-rest-day-welcome-after-crash-carnage-1459824.php#ixzz1RleaqYzZ

Cindi World - An Amusement Park?

2011-07-07T15:17:00.000-07:00

I've discovered that Cindi's World is perfect. Unfortunately, I don't live there. Thus the tension between expectations and reality. If only tension was weight-bearing exercise. Sometimes it feels like it should count.

COMMUNITY

2011-06-30T11:10:00.000-07:00

I was recently given this quote originally credited to Bono, of U2 and one.org:

“The hardest thing to do is to stick together…mates, family, marriage, business, bands. It’s like resisting gravity. Its like King Canute sitting in his chair trying to talk back the tide…but you can, and we have, and we will, turn the waves around…the alternative is too predictable…you rid the room of argument…you empty your life of the people you need the most.” – Bono 2004

It challenged my concept of relationships. Then I also came across this writing during the same week. It brought my concept of community in relationships in the Church to focus again.

COMMUNITY
I am learning. Learning from you.
I am watching you. What do I see?

Do you know me?
I am community.

I am changing.
I am growing.
Step-by-step.
My way.
God’s timing.

I need a safe place. To ask questions. To seek Christ. To feel accepted.
Not judged.
To be watered by encouragement.
Not scorched by criticism.

You are my example. You are the Christ I know. You are my church family.
Can you show me how to love?

Do you know me?
I am community.

Single. Married. Divorced. Remarried. Widowed.
Lonely. Content.
Young. Old.
Struggling. Thriving.
Many walks.
Many ways.
Is there room for me here?

What do I hear?
Do I hear bones of contention snapping in spiritual osteoporosis?
Do I hear hearts hardened by familiarity and comfortable?

Do you know me?
I am community.

Have I grown up in church? Maybe. Maybe not.
Do my parents attend here? Maybe. Maybe not.
Yet I try to find family here.
In Christ. In friendship. In community.
I’m learning.
What am I learning? What am I learning from you?

Do you know me?
I am community.

Are you sincere in your interest in me?
What if I grew up Catholic?
I am here now.
What if I was not born in this country?
I am here now.
What if I make choices that concern you?
I am here now.
Do I learn understanding?
Do I see Christ’s call to follow, to love, in you?
Or would you be more comfortable if I go?

Am I just like you? In many ways.
But not all.
I may dress for worship differently from you.
I may respond in worship louder than you.
I may have opinions different from yours.
I am not you.

Do you know me?
I am community.

Thank you for caring
With a smile and a warm greeting.
Thank you for caring
By looking in my eyes and not at the packaging.
Thank you for caring
With openness in your heart.
Thank you for caring
By volunteering to help with my child’s programs
Thank you for caring
By letting me grieve or rejoice with you in this life’s events

You are my example.
Show me who you are.
Show me your heart, not your hostility.
Show me your hand, not your hate or fear.
I don’t need all the answers.
I don’t need everyone to agree.
I need to belong.
I am watching. You are my family.
We are here.
Together.
I need you.

Do you know me?
I am community.
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I recently found this in a box of papers. I wrote it originally in August 1995 on the back of a church bulletin. I revised it a bit and revived it today.

A Better Life...Movie Review

2011-06-27T15:02:00.000-07:00

I saw "A Better Life" yesterday. I wrote a review and it was posted to another blog. I'll provide the link below. Good movie. I recommend it, if you dare to brave the drama. I hope it wins some awards when the time draws near.

http://lovingthestranger.blogspot.com/2011/06/guest-post-better-life-movie-review.html

Undocumented for a Day

2011-06-21T13:12:00.000-07:00

I accidentally went undocumented for a day. I left home for my day's appointments, drove over 33 miles to my destination, and realized I was without my purse and my cell phone. No driver's license or any ID. I was undocumented by default. I decided to make it my undocumented day. I felt some panic and fear.

I drove carefully to avoid being pulled over. I drive carefully normally, but I was way more alert and cautious this day. I had packed my lunch and went to a park to eat it. I felt relieved that I did not have to buy food, since I'd left my money at home in my wallet.

Again, the day felt odd. I felt like I was hiding and avoiding contact with people to escape suspicion, questions, or trouble. I was nervous.

I called on my three clients, drove Los Angeles freeways to get to various destinations, and got home without incident. Then I exhaled and relaxed.

I am white and in my 50's. Those two things gave me some benefit of the doubt, which spoiled a truly undocumented role play experience. People assume I'm here legally because of my appearance, which taught me more about the power of stereotyping, either for prestige or prejudice. It did expand my experience to realize that in a more personal, tangible way. The whole experience broadened my understanding and empathy for the immigrant and continued my advocacy for the issues of compassionate immigration reform.

Agreed! Thanks, Scot McKnight (Regarding Rob Bell)

2011-06-04T10:51:00.000-07:00

From http://www.patheos.com/community/jesuscreed/2011/03/02/waiting-for-rob-bell/

Scot McKnight said:
I’m grateful to God that Rob Bell is opening this after-life door and, from what I’m hearing, he’s only looking inside the door to see the prospects of universalism, asking you and me to realize both that we have some thoroughly unbiblical ideas and that we need to rethink this stuff all over again. I don’t expect Rob Bell to say one thing new, though I expect him to say what he says well enough to grab our attention.

Friends, this is an old discussion, and there are some great studies out there. Rob Bell is almost certainly not adding something new, but he’s pushing the door open and saying, “Folks, this vast and massive room of universalism and what’s awaiting us when we die are things we must take much more seriously. The next generation of Christians are pressing upon this door and we better stop and listen and think it through one more time.”

My contention is this: the approach to this generation is not to denounce their questions, which often enough are rooted in a heightened sensitivity to divine justice and compassion, but to probe their questions from the inside and to probe thoughtful and biblically-responsible resolutions. We need to show that their questions about justice and God’s gracious love are not bad questions but good questions that deserve to be explored.
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Cindi's comment: Well said! I so agree. I want to remember this perspective, as this discussion still pops up now and then. So I'm posting it here for my reference and your, reader, information. Thanks to Craig Wright for drawing it to my attention. Responsible theology is definitely a team sport.

I Will Not Celebrate

2011-05-04T14:09:00.000-07:00

I felt sad after reading some Facebook comments about the death of Osama Bin Laden, though I understand the evil dimension. I found wisdom in some friends' comments as well. I felt troubled by the TV views of people celebrating the violent end of a human life, though allegedly responsible for tragic events. Many responded to it in a way similar to when the USA hockey team had just won an unlikely game in the Olympics. I am grieving the murder of Bin Laden, though I see the purpose. These circumstances conflict with what I understand from Christ's example. I feel sad that it happened in front of his loved ones, from what I've heard.

I am not sure this is justice. It seems to be retaliation. It probably does not bring closure. It promotes hatred. It could unleash more of what we all want to end. In my ideal little world, I'd prefer a respectful conversation about why America is so hated. That is naive of me.

Bin Laden was evidently responsible for many evil deeds. Yet, I am forgiven. I am called to forgive and love my enemies. That is not empire mentality. I feel I should apologize for my response. I do not pretend to understand how this translated into military obligations, and I'm glad I'm not the President.

I do believe Christ died for Bin Laden. I acknowledge he was created in God's image. That complicates my choice in responding. Popular reactions do not line up with those truths. That is sincere. Not holier than thou. Not moral high ground.

This happened a week after my Easter. My Savior was violently put to death by a government. I want to respond respectfully, and be considerate to those who followed Bin Laden. They do not see him as the top wanted criminal. I want to model dignity in my response, even if I do not support Bin Laden's leadership in any way. Therefore, I remain quiet and will not celebrate this death.

What the H---?...Don't Blame Bell!

2011-04-11T14:04:00.000-07:00

Didn't quite have the guts to spell it out. I did look up the meaning of the phrase. One internet source suggested it means "So, who cares?" or "What do you mean?" That might apply to this post. Never-the-less, it might have grabbed your attention. Or shocked you into reading more.

Anyway, a bunch of folks who identify themselves as Christians are throwing their energy towards a new book from Rob Bell, Love Wins. Me included, until today. There is some heat and controversy about hell and escaping it through Christ, either now or later. A fascinating discussion, and not new to the church, though Bell is taking the bashing this round. Truthfully, in my case, he's just written a book that asks many questions I've already had myself on some of the very same passages of the ancient text, I call the Bible. I know. Some of you may have just gasped in near horror.

Here is today's irony for me. I just finished Chapter 12 in another book, The Hole In the Gospel, by Richard Stearns. The closing paragraph grabbed my petty little heart and threw it violently against some sort of spiritual wall:

"Three diseases alone -- malaria, TB, and AIDS -- result in more than five million deaths per year and half a billion new infections, virtually all in the world's poorest countries. The poor are routinely exposed to situations and conditions that attack their health -- disease, malnutrition, parasites, and bad water. Poor health, in turn, saps their energy, limits their capacity, and kills their children. They live in places where doctors and medicines are largely unavailable, and even if such health care were available, they lack the money to pay for it. In short, poverty leads to poor health, which in turn leads to greater poverty--one more strand in the web that traps the poor."

So I'm wondering, along with others, where is the church's outrage toward these heart-breaking, inhumane, global needs? Doesn't this deserve just as much of a holy offense and outcry?

Jeremiah 22:16 reads "'He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me?' declares the Lord." The verse does not read "He defended against Rob Bell's latest book with passion, so all went well." I may have crossed a courtesy line there. Let me back up, and be more genteel. I realize as I read Stearns book, that some things are easier to passionately debate. Other things need passionate action. I have limited energy and resources. I must prioritize better.

So here is the deal for me. Some of the church is outraged by Bell's book and many in that camp have not yet read it, nor do they intend to do so. Perhaps this is a distraction from what might truly be breaking God's heart. Perhaps this is a diversion to drain our resources in time and energy. Perhaps our concentration is more on speculation than on the realization of people dying and orphans wandering at risk.

If so, then shame on me for continuing my part in the Bell's book discussion any further. Yes, some believe it is a life or death issue of truth. But I tell you what I'm thinking. Malaria, TB, and AIDS are the life or death issues. And the truth is I'll be glad to chat about Love Wins, using the tools of compassionate conversation and respect, but only while working side-by-side with anyone on issues of caring for the poor.

I need to do more for the poor, who probably don't give much thought to hell after death, because they are living in hell today. I can make a difference. So, if you wish to set the record straight on exactly when and how to avoid hell, let's talk, while we work side-by-side. Let's argue point-by-point on Bell's book while we campaign for clean drinking water. Hit me with your theological sledge-hammer, while we encourage others to sponsor AIDS orphans around the world. Challenge my views while we sign-up people to send malaria nets to other parts of the world. Let's impact the world for the Kingdom of God here and now, care for the poor, and talk about Bell's book while our hands and feet move together on common ground for justice in His name.

When I do get to Heaven or help bring the Kingdom to earth, and I meet Jesus, and he says, "So, how did it go?" I'll say, "I helped out." I don't think where I line up on Love Wins will really matter that much, though I did enjoy it.

The Kitchen Is Key...A Tribute to Ina Garten

2011-04-08T10:42:00.000-07:00

Been a fan of the Barefoot Contessa, Ina Garten, for years. Haven't even tired of watching shows I've already seen. I love the full views of her kitchen my friend, Katharine, provided in a recent blog post.

What an amazing kitchen, and I now, too, suffer kitchen envy. Or CKS (Coveting Kitchen Syndrome), for which there is no known remedy.

I agree that we could all cook easily to the delight of loved ones if we had the right space.

And, my-o-my! A soak in that tub would make all the troubles of the day bubble away.

Note: Thanks to Katharine Carlson at http://withywindle.wordpress.com/2011/04/08/my-best-friend-ina/

Political "Humor" -- Personal Struggle

2011-01-09T10:23:00.001-08:00

Disclaimer: Funny is different to different people. I laugh hysterically at stuff that others just can't see that way. In the words that follow, I attempt to voice simply my opinion. I know it does not reflect all voices. I will continue to seek to understand and accept that as I learn to love my neighbor.

Anyway, with that said, I recently watched a video clip of Nancy Pelosi passing the gavel to the new Speaker of the House, John B., and I had a negative reaction. John B., in the doctored video clip, pounded Nancy P. on the head with the gavel, and knocked her to the floor. A friend asked me why it wasn't funny to me. Perhaps on another day, I'd be more lighthearted about it. However, it touched a couple of hot buttons for me.

1. It smacked of bullying behavior, something I battled constantly as a classroom educator and administrator, on behalf of children and adults. So I have low tolerance.
2. I have HUGE respect for our government, especially in times of peaceful transfer of leadership and power, such as this passing of the gavel. So different compared to many other nations. This little video clip bothered me because I felt the process had been disrespected, as well as one of the hard-working leaders.
3. I understand there are many people who do not like Nancy Pelosi. I get it. But I felt to behave like the "Three Stooges" in response seemed inappropriate and a cheap shot for the sake of humor.
4. I read the Gospels and follow Christ, sometimes close behind, sometimes at a distance. I read "Love your neighbor as yourself," "love your enemy," and "love one another." I also read many non-violent responses in a turn-the-other-cheek, walk the extra mile, and other examples of getting along. This gavel video seemed to be a response opposed to getting along in a way that promotes the worth of individuals created in God's image.

Perhaps I overreact. Perhaps I do need to lighten up and taken it in good spirits. I just find myself in a stage of exhaustion with the cruel things spoken and posted and broadcast back and forth on all sides that model destructive behavior, not positive regard for moving forward together, for building on common ground. Maybe I'm a Pollyanna. Maybe I just think of how the young ones learn from adult behavior.

Cruel behavior in words and images, not to mention intentional acts of violence, complicate getting along. It is mainstream and I am troubled by that. I have been shocked and chagrined by many faithful folks as we malign, sometimes viciously and without truth, the leaders we do not support. I have learned and pledged to be more gracious in how I communicate my disagreement with leaders whose views I do not support. I am working on my own choices, to behave towards leaders I do not support, to behave in ways that are kind, loving, patient....often it is not easy, but it is the right thing.

And if for no other reason, I believe all leaders have families who are hurt by hurtful treatment. I don't want to be a part of that ripple effect. I want to be more fair and kind in political heat. That is a struggle. There are times for humor, but I must be considerate. That is a fine line. I remain a big fan of political satire. Perhaps that is more damaging than I realize, too. I'll have to think about that.

I appreciate Nancy Pelosi and Hilary Clinton. I have many friends who don't feel that way. Still, I know I can learn good things from both of these women who have dealt with struggles I can't even imagine. They are valued. They have made major contributions. I'd have lunch with them and benefit from the conversation.

Going for the higher ground? Maybe that's a choice for all of us. Maybe I'm just defensive. Time will tell.

DREAM Act Response

2010-12-20T17:35:00.000-08:00

The DREAM Act is 10 years OLD. It was not rammed through Congress. Everything the opposition requested of it was met, and they kept coming up with roadblocks. Finally, time ran out for this round.

Some of the points made on Saturday, by some of the senators in disagreement, were not true. It appeared they had not read the bill or were very politically motivated. Some appeared ignorant of the data, the research, the numerous studies, and the bill itself before the Senate.

It appears that some friends disagree with me. I am an advocate for the DREAM Act and Compassionate Comprehensive Immigration Reform. I believe the DREAM Act to be essential to America as a compassionate nation and a growing economy. I was very proud that the Senators committed to the DREAM Act got it to be acted on in the Lame Duck session. I was so hopeful that the Congress would end the year having passed this bill of wonderful opportunity for so many students and communities.

Many educators, including myself, invest in these responsible students along the way, only to see them stuck in limbo at the end of it. To not pass the DREAM Act, is to disrespect the teachers as well. The ways of legally immigrating to this country are painfully broken systems that break up families, destroy community, breed fear on all sides of the issue. Reform is essential. The students brought here as children with their parents, having only known this country, have no other country than the USA, yet are without a reasonable pathway to citizenship.

I feel very strongly about this in light of what I know of Scripture, sociology, psychology, & education. I have learned and studied the issues. I have dug deep into a variety of perspectives. I know students in this situation, and my heart breaks for them. I will continue to support this. I will continue to be an advocate.

I understand my many valued friends whom I truly enjoy, and they simply disagree with me on this one. I would love it if we all saw eye-to-eye, but I am learning to learn more about the perspective of others, to stay open, and to value friendships the permit the differences in love. These are complicated times and multi-layered issues. There is common ground. That will be my focus.

M. Daniel Carroll R. writes in the Denver Seminary blog post ""The Advent Season & Rethinking Immigration":
"God’s gracious welcome characterized the ministry of Jesus. He engaged sinners, the sick, women, and non-Jews—Samaritans and even military commanders of the enemy, the Romans. Jesus’ parable of the final banquet underscores how wide are the concerns of God, and how narrow ours often are.

How should these Christmas realities impact our attitude toward immigrants, in particular those who are undocumented? Are they not society’s marginalized and the lowly, who work difficult jobs for long hours? Can we limit the extension of God’s grace through us and still call ourselves his followers? This is not to minimize the complications of today’s legal situation and all of the other pragmatic issues that demand solutions, but these spiritual truths should shape our attitudes toward the strangers among us." http://www.denverseminary.edu/m-daniel-carroll-r-immigration-and-other-matters/the-advent-season-and-rethinking-immigration/

Thanksgiving Eve Service

2010-12-05T10:59:00.000-08:00

For several years now, we've driven about 45 minutes to another community to attend the Thanksgiving Eve Service at an Episcopal church. Traditionally, I've not been a fan of adding yet another church service to life, but for many reasons, this has become quite a meaningful evening for me. I attend a local community church of over 2500 with five weekend services, so this is quite an alternate event. Why do I seek out this somewhat inconvenient Episcopal experience once a year? Upon reflection, here's what happens for me. This experience...

...quiets me to be in a beautiful church building...like a cathedral.
...enriches me to listen to high church choir music that may or may not appeal to me, but is worshipful and interesting all the same.
...engages me to watch the procession down the center aisle at the beginning of the service, announcing something special is taking place to honor the Lord and King.
...stretches me to worship in unity with a diversity individuals and families, various generations and orientations, reminding me that “God so loved the world.”
...comforts me to participate in the liturgy and perhaps communion, even though I am an outsider to this group. The printed worship program guides me to simply read and follow along, to be gently included.
...invites me to feel awkward in the standing and sitting and greeting and all the Episcopal things so traditional to many, so awkward to me — yet a good experience to remind me of worship that may or may not look like the way I do things, and that is OK. Plus, I am more sensitive to visitors to my church.
...permits me to honor others as I think about the message — or homily, I think it is called. It may or may not be lined up with the way I think, yet it still intentionally invites humanity to reach back to God in some fashion, and that is lovely.
...connects me to the world of believers and expands my understanding of THE church.

A Prayer for Compassionate Immigration Reform

2010-11-16T13:04:00.000-08:00

Lord, we cry out on behalf
Of immigrants throughout our land.
Dispel the myths. Squelch the lies.
Move in the hearts of Americans.
Open eyes to the complexity.
Turn hearts to compassion.

Lord, I pray for progress.
We depend on you for change.
You, the creator of all mankind,
the author of dignity,
the source of love,
help us encourage others to truly see
the neighbor, the stranger,
the power of love over law.

Protect the activists and advocates.
Give them wisdom and strength.
Grant them access to decision makers.
Bless them with love for those who disagree,
Yet quiet the organizations
that divide and destroy.

Help us be patient in the waiting,
Focused on the value,
Kind in our approach,
As we make others aware,
Challenge others to change,
And invite the country to
A renewed perspective, an
American foundational truth.

Please bring reform that keeps families together,
Provides a reasonable path to citizenship,
Grant grace to the good workers,
And most of all, Lord,
Please push the Dream Act
Into action on behalf of our
Immigrant students.

We do not know how you will act.
We come expectantly.
This is the day.
This is the time.
We, the church, must walk on
seeking You
To move mightily for justice.

"Who Am I" Dietrich Bonhoeffer's Poem

2010-10-18T08:16:00.000-07:00

(written from a Nazi Prison cell prior to his execution)

Who am I? They often tell me

I stepped from my cell’s confinement

Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,

Like a squire from his country-house.

Who am I? They often tell me

I used to speak to my warders

Freely and friendly and clearly,

As though it were mine to command.

Who am I? They also tell me

I bore the days of misfortune

Equally, smilingly, proudly,

Like one accustomed to win.

Am I then really all that which other men tell of?

Or am I only what I myself know of myself?

Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,

Struggling for breath, as though hands were

compressing my throat,

Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,

Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,

Tossing in expectation of great events,

Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,

Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,

Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?

Who am I? This or the other?

Am I one person today and tomorrow another?

Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,

And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?

Or is something within me still like a beaten army,

Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?

Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.

Whoever I am, Thou knowest, 0 God, I am Thine!

March 4, 1946

Mayo Mystery

2010-10-15T08:16:00.000-07:00

So, there was a big new jar of mayonnaise in the back seat of my car today. Someone gave it to me, since their family could not use it after all, but that doesn't count for this little story.

It was in the 90's today -- as in temperature, not as in a flashback to the 1990's when we were just trying to recover from the bad hairstyles of the 80's. Anyway, it was HOT. So, the mayonnaise, sealed, new, sat safely in the back seat of my car for the afternoon.

Is it safe to consume? I assume, since it was not opened, that it will be fine. However, opened and on a sandwich, unrefrigerated for a period of time -- now, that has its risks.

So, I puzzled ever so briefly about the mystery of mayonnaise. Sealed on a shelf...safe. Opened. Warming up. Danger. What a fine line between good and bad! Just a twist of a lid.

The moral and parallel for my own life is deep. Oh, not really. It is simply that I live cautiously around mayonnaise.

Glad to Be Gone

2010-10-15T08:13:00.000-07:00

Driving home from an appointment with my job this afternoon, the news station reported a lock down at a local middle school. I felt a sense of relief that I'm no longer serving in the traditional classroom. Although it was a bomb scare in a building close to the school, and not in the school, I still remember lock downs, the stress, the annoyance, the mystery of safety for the students and myself. I am grateful to have a gig as an educator that is out of the traditional classroom for many reasons, and this was one reminder.

Two Men Approach in the Dark

2010-10-06T19:50:00.000-07:00

[Borrowing from Amy's & Seth's segment on Saturday Night Live, "Really?"]

About 7:30, already dark outside, and I'm settling in for the evening. Only one home out of four adults and one darling 7-month old. Dog, faithful Sam, lets out a horrific set of big barks that sound like he is saying in dog talk, "Something is NOT right." I have rarely heard that type of bark. I rounded through the dining room into the living room and he is facing the door, a heavy wooden door. The front door. I look around gingerly through a window and sure enough, not one but two guys whom I do not know are standing on the steps.

Really? Really? After dark? As if??

So, I follow rule #1: Never ever open the door for anyone you do not know.

They are in ADT shirts and have those little ADT stop sign logo like things in their hands on little sticks, reminiscent of songs taught to kids in Bible school back in the day prior to projectors. And man #1 says, "We aren't trying to sell you anything."

Really? Really? Then what are you doing on my front steps after dark knocking on my door with all that logo gear and a white notebook? Could this be Meals on Wheels and they moonlight during the day for ADT Security Systems.

Me: "I don't open the door for anyone I do not know."

Them: "We really are not going to try to sell you anything. Can we talk through the window?"

Rule #2: Strangers appearing after dark are not to be given opportunities to linger (and don't you be quoting me a "angles unaware" verse at this point.)

Me: "Not interested. I don't talk to strangers after dark," or something lame like that. I should have walked away with a "thank-you" at that point. My current and very effective security system is still barking...I mean BARKING at my side, perhaps why the gentlemen are standing back a bit.

Really? Really? After dark? Cold calling? Perhaps one finds more people at home. Does anyone really open the door for strangers still? And after dark?

Really? Really? Doesn't ADT's Better-Ideas-For-Sales committee watch the news and realize this is a bad idea?

Them: "You can try ADT security for free."

This ended shortly after that. I continued to explain my policy on strangers after dark immediately being stereotyped as predators. They continued to wedge words my way to turn a cold call, and getting colder, into a warm one.

I did not get the chance to say the only thing I need to say, "No thank you. Not interested." It would be so much easier and less aggravating to stick to my little script. It just bugs me: 1) Every part of life seems to be violated with sales pitches. Please buy. Our economy will stay crumbled if you don't spend; and 2) The door-to-door pitch people and especially the after-dark group. We all need work, but I can't help you if this is your choice. I don't want to buy more, own more, and I find what I want without a random visit with a random idea. Though I do know people, usually men, who do open doors and buy. You know who you are.

Night, Noise, & Neighbors: Coping with Late Night Loud in the Hood

2010-10-01T11:29:00.000-07:00

Last night, again, as has been the case for much of the week, people had late night verbal encounters in front of their homes, in the street, by their cars, or by our home. Last night featured at least three separate groups and occasions. These interactions often continue up to and beyond midnight.

It has been a hot week, and we have had our windows open, which doesn't help block out the audio portion of the evening. Our windows are on the street side. Our sleep has been postponed and disrupted by the volume of the outside interactions, and it went beyond tolerable last night. We were treated to some young female in distress speaking phrases like "open the f---ing door," "are you f---ing serious?," "so it is my f---ing fault again?" Probably an argument/break-up, wouldn't you guess? And possibly the same couple due to the similar conversation we heard a week or so ago. Without the benefit of the bleeping out profanity.

There were women sitting outside a home talking and giggling. Two car alarms went off for way too long. Always someone running, which seems to be loud in the still of the night. Always cars coming and going, headlights, and different speeds with which they depart.

This is an annoying part of urban living and the challenge in "loving your neighbor." My loving YOUR neighbor might be easier. Mine? Not so much. And not after 11:00pm at least.

It is amazing to me how voices travel here at night, and how much we now know about the private lives of strangers. I’m tempted. I might buy in to the “If I can’t beat them, join them” philosophy to make a point in my frustration. I'll sleep in my clothes, have a plastic chair handy, head on out when disrupted, chair in hand, sit down with the late-night talk show neighbors, and join in. To make a point. Tempting.

Heat and Inconvenience

2010-09-28T21:02:00.000-07:00

In the Los Angeles area, we are currently experiencing record breaking heat. I live in an old home that is not air conditioned. It usually stays very cool, but that is not the case this week. Yesterday, I watched the temperature climb to 108 degrees in my town.

I work at home. I have a home office. Yesterday was hot and miserable, but we have a large fan that brought relief. I also watched photos of snow while listening to Tony Bennett sing "Snowfall" yesterday morning for a dose of mind over matter. In the afternoon, I listened to a rainstorm also to distract myself from the heat. YouTube helped me get through the day.

The evening was still too hot in the house. Usually things cool off nicely. Tough night to sleep. I was awake off and on.

Today was another story. I got up at 5:30am to get ready for a 7:00am Bible Study. When I left around 6:30am, it was cool, relatively, and beautiful outside. Dawn was breaking. A nice time of day.

By 9:00am, we were in the middle of a brown out. So, as the temperature climbed again, we now were without enough electricity to run the fan. We did not have access to the Internet. I could not work at home. After I returned from a home visit, I packed up everything for a work day, and Glen and I went uptown for a quick lunch in air-conditioning to discuss a plan.

I went to the public library. He went on to Starbuck's. I did some reports and cooled off. I packed up and went to the restroom, only to find out that the bathroom was not working because the water was shut-off. Ugh! My 2-hour parking was about over, so I headed home to use the bathroom.

I headed back out and went to Starbuck's. Every seat was full. I tried the library again. Another 2-hours of parking. More air-conditioning and Internet access, and this time I found a desk with an outlet to plug my computer in for a while, too. Things were looking up. I got some work done and headed out for my 3:30 home visit.

The day went OK, but it did have its inconveniences...or creative opportunities.

Empire Worldview Questions & The Book of Romans

2010-08-09T10:07:00.000-07:00

I'm reading the book of Romans in the New Testament. I am also reading about the time period in world history, about A.D. 58. I am learning or re-learning some details, as well as pondering some new questions.

WORLD CONTEXT
Other things going on in the world generally around this time, give or take a century or so:
1. Egypt was part of the Roman Empire.
2. China was flourishing under the Han Dynasty.
3. Buddhism was gaining a large following during in the Gupta Empire.
4. Mayan temples were built at Teotihuacan in what is now central Mexico.
5. Roman Empire was strong though struggling.

OTHER INTERESTING DETAILS
Romans was written in A.D.58 it is believed.
Romans began persecuting Christians around A.D. 64, about six years later.
Romans destroyed Jerusalem in A.D.70, about twelve years later.

Evidently, Romans were looking for a people group to blame for the empire's troubles. They focused on Christians who would not worship Roman gods including the Caesar. They began to even kill the Christians in the arena.

MY QUESTIONS
1. Are Americans, also part of an empire, selecting immigrants to blame for troubles?
2. Isn't it risky to focus on a people group as an enemy of an empire?
3. Can't we as believers be more empathetic with this problem, since our people suffered through empire persecution? Roman Christians were viewed as breaking the law.
4. Is deportation a similar cruelty to being put to death? For some, they are sent back to a culture they don't know, separated from family, without employment, sentenced to poverty.

If It Were Only That Simple: Education Reform

2010-07-29T11:31:00.000-07:00

From Obama's speech on education reform: "I want teachers to have higher salaries. I want them to have more support. I want them to be trained like the professionals they are -- with rigorous residencies like the ones doctors go through," Obama says."All I'm asking in return -- as a president, and as a parent -- is a ...measure of accountability."

Cindi: I'm all for accountability...but only if the person being held accountable has more control over success variables...size of class, readiness of students, enough room in a nice space. And preparation like doctors? Would we get to keep peopl...e waiting a few hours before appointments? Would we get education malpractice insurance? Would we get office staff and assistants? Medical salaries -- how are those funded, anyway? I appreciate the ends -- we all share those goals, but the means can be quite elusive. Both careers are too stressful.

Tamera: I'm also for accountability, however in my experience it was very ambiguous. The teachers that were known to be poor teachers were left alone. The teachers who parents and other teachers respected and thought to be good teachers were hara...ssed by the administration. I heard time and time again that the administration didn't used students standardized test scores to determine teacher effectiveness, but then the admin would ask to see the students test scores and complain about the effectiveness of the teacher. To many times the system of accountability is highly flawed. Don't even get me going on support...

Ellen: I am so sad for teachers... and for our students. Such a broken system, and those that are effected the most, the two I just mentioned. So many teachers are hindered by the system, and want only the best for our kids.

Cindi: Back to proposed reforms, it is not the "training" that makes a good teacher, people. If that were true, how would you explain the incredible success of many homeschool situations when the parent-educators are not necessarily credentialed? A good teacher is like the "Harry Potter" of the learner's world...there are powers good teachers have that cannot be taught. They have a heart for the whole person, and eye for the individual student's unique set of gifts and learning pathways, and they wear the cloak of invisibility--those intangible ways of equipping and empowering, providing enough emotional safety for someone to take risks -- always foundational to learning and change beyond memorizing facts in a data dump. I guess I should just make this all a blog post.

And so I did.

Floyd Landis

2010-07-26T21:50:00.000-07:00

Floyd Landis admitted wrongdoing. I had believed he was innocent. I'm now one of the many who in error gave him the benefit of the doubt. Bummer.

I can't imagine why someone would work that hard and mislead so many, and even take so much money. I know he needed to preserve a livelihood, but still. Might have been miserable living with all that for several years. I don't know all the motives and details. I felt betrayed. Now I feel pity or empathy or sympathy or something. I hope he gets help and finds forgiveness. I also don't get why he needs to point the finger at Lance Armstrong from his position. I don't need to explain it all or determine the truth. I just need to leave it all alone and move along, sleeping peacefully.

Weird. Life goes on.

Always Bittersweet -- Finishing in Paris

2010-07-25T07:48:00.000-07:00

Today, the 2010 Tour de France ends with the cyclists riding into Paris along the Champs-Elysees. It has been three weeks of thrills and spills, beautiful countryside and cozy villages, sunflowers, cows, sheep, crazy fans, crowded corners, scary descents, cobblestones, engaging broadcasters, and brilliant helicopter camera perspectives. It is a long three weeks that I spend viewing much of the stage of the day early in the morning and possibly again for the replay in the evening. I'm always glad to get back to my regular schedule once it ends, but I am always sad to say good-bye to all the fun I get from watching.

I think this is my seventh year of watching the Tour de France. This year, I felt frustration with the difficulties of the route and the weather at the beginning and the multiple mountain stages. There were so many crashes in the first week. It got very discouraging. I also didn't see very many teams work together as well as I'd seen in previous years. That was different. However, I still enjoyed watching, listening to the commentary, learning, and following my many favorite cyclists. Some of my favorites withdrew, though.

The final day broadcast includes the highlight footage of the beauty and the fun of the Tour de France, always set to music. I really enjoy those summary montages. That is all part of the enjoyment of watching the tour for me. I sometimes feel like I have virtually visited France and a few surrounding areas and had a nice virtual vacation each July.

I do prefer watching on TV. We've learned that to be there in person is a whole lot of standing and waiting for the woosh of the cyclists and cars and motorcycles that often pass so fast you cannot pick out your favorites or even get a good photo. Waiting on a mountain stage catches a view of the cyclists because they tend to be moving a bit slower on a steep climb, but it is a lot of waiting and less than comfortable bathroom facilities. We've experienced all that by watching stages of the Tour of California.

Someday, I would like to be in the starting town for the Prologue a few days ahead, or in Paris for the final day, watching from a balcony. That would be memorable. Several of my friends and relatives have been in Paris on the final day and described it to me. I enjoy those stories.

I still can't completely explain the scoring...team points and various other score keeping. I understand overall leader and who wins a stage and who wears the yellow jersey. It is a complex sport, and that makes it interesting, especially as I continue to understand strategy.

This year, I again appreciated how it is free to spectators to see the events -- no other professional sport can claim that. The corporate sponsors are where the budgets are met. Very important in this sport. Can you imagine pro football like that? With jerseys with company logos all over? I know we see Nike and other sponsor logos on football uniforms, but not to the extreme like in cycling.

Well, congratulations, Alberto Contador. Again. Thank you Andy Schleck for making it exciting and good luck to you in 2011. Thank you to everyone who provides a great three weeks of watching all this from my home. I will anticipate 2011 with delight.

I Feel the Need...The Need to Read

2010-04-17T13:19:00.000-07:00

So much I want to read. Seriously, if I were independently wealthy, I'd work less, read more, and invite people over all the time to enjoy great food and great conversations about what we're reading and what we're learning and curious about as we all live out our stories.

Today, I want to read:
Cold Tangerine: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature in Everyday Life, by Shauna Nyquist
A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, by Donald Miller

And so many other books already on my shelf.

Today, I'm reading The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis. Fascinating, engaging, stretching me head and how I view the world, curious, compelling, and fast reading. That makes reading fun. For me, anyway.

The new twist for me is slowing way down on buying books. We've downsized our living quarters to have more house to share with others, so book shelf space is now finite and owning more stuff has lost its appeal. We've had to give away many books, and that was actually difficult. Some with autographs even. Autographs were significant to us once upon at time. No longer. Makes it harder to part with stuff, and yet the meaning of an autograph tends to vaporize. Proof we met an author, yet no relationship came from that. So it lost its glitter, brought no life, and gathered the dust of celebrity chasing and some momentarily exciting and mildly validating experience.

So now I'm into the world of book swap. And the need to read.

Cars, Details, Moments, & God

2010-03-03T09:25:00.000-08:00

Last night, about 9:30, while driving on the freeway, Glen announced, "We have lost power." At that moment, I basically sucked in most of the oxygen remaining in the vehicle and began holding my breath in the face of that overwhelming sense of "what do we do now?" Although I did not panic beyond the beginning signs of breath holding, my heart knew to trust God in this tangible moment of intervention, and I quietly acknowledged our need.

Glen then said, "We are coasting." Gulp. So, we coasted gently and quietly across two lanes of highway toward an exit which just happened to be available right there right then. And the lanes were open as we rolled off the freeway. We still had the electrical power -- lights, windows.

We continued coasting off the exit ramp to an intersection where the light had just turned green, right there right then. So we were able to avoid braking and continued on with the dying momentum of the silent car. We came to another intersection and the light turned green as we approached, right there right then. And our coasting momentum though slowing with every rotation of the tire, carried us through the intersection. Glen made an immediate right hand turn into the parking lot of a restaurant and then pressed on the brakes, ending the coast and ceasing the momentum, what was left of it.

Now there was time to think. We were out of traffic in a safe place. The restaurant was busy and the parking lot was well lit. Glen and our friend Craig, who had joined us for the evening, pushed the car into a parking spot and turned off the engine. It was great that Craig was right there right then to help push the car. I called the Auto Club.

One tow truck came, but did not have room for three people to ride, so he left. It was probably 30 minutes or so until a "crew cab" tow truck arrived, but our generous friend Sam showed up simultaneously. Craig and I rode with Sam back to Whittier. Glen and the car rode to the Whittier mechanic. Sam dropped us off at home, where Craig got his car to head home. Sam picked up Glen. Glen got home a little past 11:30pm.

Our car is paid for and vintage. It is a 1996. So almost any repair is better than buying another car. We will see what happened. Car is in the shop today, and my day's plans have been adjusted accordingly.

I would like to express thanks to God for being in the moment and handling the details with us. I was aware of His presence in my sense of calm in the crisis, and in my sense of anticipation that it would all be OK. I am grateful that I wasn't driving alone when this happened. I am grateful that we got off the freeway safely. I am grateful that we got to a safe parking spot safely. I am grateful that nothing was left that day, so we were not panicked to keep up with any schedule. I am grateful that we are able to maintain our Auto Club membership. I am grateful that Sam was able and willing to drive to Cerritos and shuttle us all back home. I am grateful that the towing bill was only about $35 for that distance. I am grateful that my work schedule today is more flexible than most days, so no car is not a stress factor. I am grateful that God is in the moment, in the details. Even with cars, He cares. Crisis can create an awareness of His involvement. God is live and active. Some days, I just pay more attention.

At church on Sunday night, we sang "Everything" by Tim Hughes. This song echoes in my heart this morning. I'd like to add another line, "God in my driving."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6V0rgrt1nTM

Sentimentality, Splintered Wood, and a Wedding Gown

2010-02-04T18:48:00.001-08:00

My wedding dress (circa 1992) is hanging on the wall. A splintered piece of wood, painted green, with the letter G on the side edge and the number 22 on top leans against that same wall. I set the board there near the dress, and thought to myself, "Guess which one I'm keeping." Made me smile. I am keeping the board. I am sending the dress to a thrift store.

My husband and I have decided to rent our second floor. These are challenging economic times for us, as is true for many, and that had the "when push comes to shove" effect this past December. In order to take some steps to creatively use what God has blessed us with to help us during this time, we want to share our resources to learn to live in community, walk in a more sustainable lifestyle, and potentially free up God's resources of time, space, money, and energy to better meet the needs of others near and far.

Glen and I moved into a large home with the heart intentions to share it. We've shared the home with our nephew, a single teacher I worked with, and a married couple remodeling their new home. We have always really enjoyed that, but we both work from home and got comfortable with the place to ourselves. It was nice having a guest room, and rooms for our offices. How often did we use the guest room? About once a year.

It was a pleasure to have the home all to ourselves for a while. I loved the view to the hills from my office window and the view of the sunsets and Los Angeles valley lights at night from the front of the house, not to mention the 4th of July fireworks in a distance.

Anyway, in December we decided to prepare to share our home again and clear out the upstairs in January to rent in February. It is February 4th, and our renters move in tomorrow. A young married couple with their first baby due in mid-March. He is in graduate school locally and they are originally from near San Francisco. Needless to say we are back in the saddle for sharing our home and starting a whole new adventure of sharing the home with a baby girl soon, too.

So the dress and the board are two items carried downstairs to make room for our future housemates. The board is actually one of my prized possessions. It is a broken end of a bench -- a wooden bleacher seat G22 from the bleacher outfield of Wrigley Field. It is old, since I'm sure the benches were replaced with fiberglass or something more modern soon after that game where I walked home with the seat. It had broken off somehow. I walked by, and claimed it for my very unique souvenir. I loved the Cubs back in the day. Third base side, upper deck, looking out toward that ivy covered outfield wall with Lake Michigan in the distance, sailboats blowing by, breeze blowing in, is one of my happy places. This bench piece carries major sentimental value and uniqueness. I loved living near Chicago and it remains my favorite city to this day.

I'll send the wedding dress on out the door. I highly treasure my marriage, but the dress, though I designed it myself and had a dear friend sew it, is only what I wore for the event. This bleacher is meaningful. My marriage is meaningful. The dress is not. Maybe I'll make a small bookshelf out of my bleacher someday.

My First Book, Perhaps

2010-01-13T09:37:00.000-08:00

I am a writer. Sometimes I feel I was born to write. That is my sincere truth. Have I paid any bills or earned any portion of my living with my writing? Not many. Not exactly. Yet I haven't given up, though I continue to pay my way through life with other employment. There is some wisdom in that. My dream and efforts to become a published author lives on.

Yesterday, while sorting through some items in storage from my childhood. I came across a tiny little book. One and five eighths of an inch square to be specific. The title of the book is Mr. Worm Goes Swimming, and the inside cover states "By Cynthia Remington." That is me!

I wrote, illustrated, and self-published this book back in 1960's, while in my elementary school years no doubt. I wrote on index cards and trimmed them to that small size. I wrote the text on the lined side and drew and colored illustrations on the blank sides. This tiny book is twelve pages in length, has a simple, yet suspenseful, little plot line and pleasant resolution. My biggest struggle appears to be planning the cover and title page so that the entire word "Swimming" would fit neatly in the space given.

I was deeply touched yesterday when I discovered this work created as a child. I had no memory of it. It affirmed for me my great and long lasting interest in this creative art. Although I have not kept my interest in illustrating my work, I am still an avid doodler to this day.

For the technically minded, I did hand bind the book with one regular size staple.

This mini-book is a treasure and an inspiration.

Quite the Fume Over Brit Hume

2010-01-09T15:31:00.000-08:00

I listened to and watched Brit Hume's comments about Tiger Woods. I felt it was transparent and kind, but then I'm an insider, so to speak. I also felt is was awkward in the context of the TV program where it occurred, but life is awkward sometimes. We need to grant each other grace. I was innocently surprised by quite the kerfuffle caused by the comments. Moments like this helps define who the haters are, I guess. By hater, I mean people who are quick to draw a line and lambaste someone without relationship or full context.

I prefer to respond out of kindness. I'll quote Rob Bell about being criticized, "Two words -- love wins." In context, Rob Bell means that he has to walk the loving path and respond in love to his critics. He also means when it comes to making a difference on earth, love will win, and we need to focus. So I need to respond out of love, which means I listen respectively and respectfully to the critics who are quite incensed regarding Hume's open thoughts as shared, and learn their perspectives to better love them. Those critics are also nailing my faith choice, so I need to take a breath and respond in love to them.

I read a Huffington Post article: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/eve-tahmincioglu/beware-the-brit-humes-in_b_415579.html

Even the headline for that post felt hostile. That writer had a strong negative reaction to Hume's comments, but seems to be doing what Hume is accused of in the article. The writer seemed to write from a bigoted point of view to me.

I read another article from Politics Daily: http://www.politicsdaily.com/2010/01/08/fox-tiger-and-christianity-a-defense-of-brit-hume/

It was more balanced in my opinion. I suppose "balanced" means -- more agreeable to me, but all the same, I learned from it. I found it fascinating to read comments on Buddhism from Buddhist authorities. It even provided some background to how Brit Hume came to faith as an adult journalist in Washington, D.C. -- very touching to me. A great example of how the community of faith models love as Christ has loved us. I found that part very interesting. Here is an excerpt from that part in the Politics Daily article:

"Such a horror is not something you ever get over. But you have to go on, and Brit Hume was able to do so, by his own account, because of the people who reached out to him in God's name. Nearly 1,000 sympathy cards arrived, from strangers as well as friends.

'I read them all,' Hume told Christianity Today. 'My mailbox would be stuffed with them night after night. I'd weep over some of them. Some of them were prayer cards, some of them would tell me a tree had been planted somewhere. I felt that I was seeing the face of God. I felt people's support and love. To me it was a miracle. I've been trying to face up to the implications of believing in Christ and believing in God ever since.'

It only stands to reason, then, that out of this crucible, Brit Hume would want to share that miracle with others who are hurting -- with Tiger Woods, for example. And so, channeling Mother Teresa and not Tom Shales, Hume's first duty is to smile, as painful as that must be some days. His second duty, as he sees it, is to share the reason he's able to smile. So why would anyone begrudge him that?"

Kierkegaard - "Only A Rumor"

2010-01-02T10:46:00.000-08:00

I read an article today by Soren Kierkegaard, a Danish philosopher of the 1800's. It is titled "Only a Rumor." I found the simple premise profound and engaging.

In response to Matthew 2:1-4, Kierkegaard states, "Although the scribes could explain where the Messiah should be born, they remained quite unperturbed in Jerusalem. They did not accompany the wise men to seek him. Similarly we may know the whole of Christianity, yet make no movement. The power that moved heaven and earth leaves us completely unmoved."

Kierkegaard continues, "What a difference! The three kings had only a rumor to go by. But it moved them to make that long journey. The scribes were much better informed, much better versed. They sat and studied the Scriptures like so many dons, but it did not make them move. Who had the more truth? The three kings who followed a rumor, or the scribes who remained sitting with all their knowledge?"

This provides a good launch to the new year. I need to seek, not just study. Seeking is active and implies movement. Off I go! The wise men had more than a rumor, according to Scripture. They also had a star to follow. I'll follow.

Why I Voted for Obama, Since You Asked

2009-12-30T12:31:00.000-08:00

Someone graciously asked me why I voted for Obama. Here is my response:

I voted for Obama because his platform lined up with my views on more points than did McCain. I felt McCain would cater more to the rich and capitalism's dark side, though I respected his POW/Vietnam experience deeply. I also admired Obama's character, leadership style, transparency, and journey. I admire his family and appreciate his wife, which says something about the man. I acknowledge there is "spin" everywhere, so I can only go on face value. I was intrigued by how many people rallied around him, voted for the first time, and mobilized on his behalf. People I respect also voted for him and gave me good input.

However, from my perspective, how can I ever truly judge a politician equitably and authentically from this distance? I gotta go with my gut, listen to what lots of other thinkers are saying, compare platforms, pray, and then flip a coin. I had reservations. I would with any candidate.

I understand any campaign makes huge promises and any president has much less control and power once elected, so I don't go much on promises. Once in office, they get much more information, and get pulled by so many people. Not to mention, the process of American government is balanced and yet so complex. So, I am a "wait and see" voter. I, shallow as it sounds, end up simply voting for the one I like the best or fear the least after I do my research.

I still respect Obama. There is valid criticism. There is ill-informed criticism. It is WAY too soon to judge how he is doing. I get a kick out of the fact that there is a group of critical voices outraged that he won a Nobel Peace Prize because they feel he hasn't done anything. Yet that same group is outraged by what they credit him with doing. I know that is way oversimplified, and not a completely fair point, but it makes me smile.

I learned a big leadership lesson in my one year in school administration. As a leader, there are so many sides to any story, so many people with opinions who think you should please them first, and so much insight and information that comes your way as a leader that others are not privy to hearing. People you lead can never gain that much insight into why you do what you do. Yet people form opinions from a half-informed, subjective perspective, and get critical. That's just leadership. So, as a young administrator, I vowed to never criticize a leader from my limited perspective, knowing I don't have all the facts. I wait and see how things go long term, trusting God.

I trust God more than government. Most of us do. Obama is our president. I am learning how to show respect, since I saw how badly Bush was treated, regardless of my opinion. God blesses all nations. The U.S. may or may not be in the front of that line. God will work through our leaders, but that work may not look like we thought it would.

U2 Rose Bowl Concert

2009-12-02T19:25:00.000-08:00

The U2 concert affected me in many ways. I'll share some impressions here. It has been over a month since my husband and I attended the U2 concert at the Rose Bowl, Pasadena. What a day! What an event! I am a U2 fan, both for the music and stories told, and for the power of celebrity used for good to change the world. However, I am not as extreme a fan as many I know and love are. In fact, I mentioned to Glen that I feared the U2 police might ask me to step outside as they noticed I was in violation of fan policy #1, #2, and #3. Definitely in violation of policy #4.

U2 Fan Policy
1. Must know all songs by heart and sing along.
2. Must stand the entire concert or a minimum of 95% of the time.
3. Must tip head back, close eyes, and sway in dreamy fantasy fashion for all slow songs performed.
4. Women: Must have some sort of rock star crush on Bono.

I was permitted to stay the entire concert, as it turned out. I was relieved. I actually do know more of the songs than I'd realized.

Other Impressions

The crowd: Oh, my goodness! 96,000+! That is a massive group of people. U2 has all ages and stages of fans and the people watching was superb. In our section, there were people our age, kids, groups of women out for a night with wine glasses in hand, stoners, and a couple that had flown in from Hawaii. Men in groups, families, and couples. Friends from church were there. Although I did not know it at the time, co-workers and husbands were there, too. Other friends were there, too, though we only connected through text messages.
More about the crowd: Navigating a crowd that size took some effort. We pulled into the stadium parking around 1:00pm, since the potential of traffic delays when you have to get approximately 32,000 cars off at a couple of exits and parked scared us into getting there early. There were food booths and entertainment -- music and NFL on big screens -- set up like a massive tailgating picnic prior to the concert. We didn't see any of that, though we did have our own picnic, while sitting in portable chairs we had brought. We relaxed and read and snacked the afternoon away. We also watched people complain at parking guys trying to get them parked in an orderly, functional fashion. May I never turn into a Parking Lot Princess!
Even more about the crowd: We got to our entry gate before 5:00, since the gates were supposed to open at 5:00 for the 7:00 concert. We had to get in a long line. Gates opened about 5:30 or so and our line moved peacefully into the stadium, but I was tired of standing. We found our tunnel to get to our seats. I was really glad we'd eaten near our truck, because the people walking through the crowd with a tray of food in one hand and some beverage in the other really had to use some creative maneuvers to push through and not spill!
Prices: The food, though it looked tasty and interesting, was expensive. Parking was $25 or more. And the tickets. Well, two and a half days of subbing for Glen paid for those. Well worth it. Many of the crowd looked the age that they'd probably had to hire babysitters, too -- another pricey addition to the evening budget. There were a lot of babysitters hired for the evening from the looks of things. I do wonder what the economic impact of the evening was for Pasadena food, parking, and hotel businesses. A good night for some businesses, no doubt.
The choir: When we sang along, it was impressive and moving to me. I will not soon forget that sound -- a good choir, really. There was a sense of unity...all sorts of people, with one voice. It was powerful to me. There is a sense of love and peace in that setting that gives hope for the world, though it is a fleeting feeling in reality. How does music pull people together like that? Amazing.
The crew: Wow! I was fascinated by all the people involved in the production, especially now that I help a little with production of services at my church. I am amazed at all the people doing things well does take. They even lowered lights from the top of "the claw" to the stage before U2 and strapped in 3 people to operate the big lights, then hoisted the equipment back up probably 70 feet or so. Yikes! There were four sets of three people doing that. Amazing.
The technology: The guy from Hawaii, mentioned earlier, took our picture for us -- our camera had broken -- and e-mailed it to us right then and there. The technology of the stage and all the components was stunning. Part of the set-up extended down seven stories, and then collapsed back up. It was also a screen for more visuals. Awesome. In fact, as we walked through the tunnel prior to the concert, and I saw the stage in front of me like a giant spacecraft, I just screamed with excitement. Again, I'd never seen anything like that at a concert, but then I haven't been to a rock concert in years. It was so cool!
Concerts at age 54: Concerts are very physical! I'd forgotten that from the younger years of going to concerts. The walking. The standing. Climbing the steps to our seats -- steep steps at that Rose Bowl! The crunch on the knees -- the rows of seats are too close together, like flying economy. And enduring the lines for the bathroom and pacing when to get in line so as to stay comfortable and also not miss much. And two words. Ear plugs. Bliss.
Bathroom story: while waiting in line for the women's restroom, a small conversation started around me...finding out how far people had traveled to be here and such. So, then I told a woman to enjoy the concert as she walked away. She turned and said, "You, too." I laughed and repeated, "U2," and she realized she'd punned. And we laughed together.
The genius of the band: They connect intimately with the crowd. They encourage everyone to sing with them. They entertain. They impact through excellence as performers and musicians and through promoting social justice. They don't take themselves too seriously -- there were whimsical parts. And they leverage their popularity through several generations. It was a big deal to be there in person. These guys are bigger than the Beatles. I can't imagine having seen the Beatles. I did get to see U2. I will look back on this day with delight for my lifetime. And this band gave 150% -- they gave us such a great night, encores and all.
Lights: The lighting for the concert, for the stadium, and most of all the lights of cell phones added some amazing features to the night. We were asked twice to hold up our cell phones and almost all stadium lights were turned off. It was like a man-made Milky Way. I loved it! Loved it! So cool.
The Peas: That was fun. Not too familiar with Black Eyed Peas --or so I thought, though I think the female has a most awesome voice. They were awesome! And I was familiar with all the songs they did. Cool!
Glen: Sharing the evening with Glen was a big deal for me. He is a HUGE U2 fan. HUGE. He'd seen them in 1987. So he is the real deal. To see him enjoy this concert just blessed me. I was so happy he could be there. I was so happy to be with him. So glad we got the chance to go, thanks to a Facebook friend. It is a chance to enjoy each other, play together, and do something we love. Good for the soul of a marriage.
Smoking, drinking: It is somewhere between interesting and annoying to see (and smell -- gross!) to watch what fans like or need to relax and to increase the enjoyment of the evening. Big night for alcohol vendors from what I saw around us. I'd forgotten that sober is not everyone's choice for an evening.
Spiritual power of music: When music tells a story, when a song feels like a familiar friend, when you are there in person with singers, when you sing with a huge crowd, when you listen to lyrics that move you, it is a spiritual experience at some deep level. Interesting. We felt a part of something bigger than anyone of us. For a few hours.
Adjective shortage: I used the word awesome way too much in this post. Oh, well. It was awesome!

Happy Holidays

2009-11-13T09:25:00.000-08:00

I just got a mega-forwarded e-mail thing, and read a version of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" that carried the torch of the "Happy Holidays" vs. "Merry Christmas" debate. Although it is very clever, I did not care for it. I know it is just a fun poem with profound thoughts, but I don’t think this fits “they’ll know we are Christians by our love.” When we demand separation of church and state in some situations, and then cry out to blend church and retail, that gets a bit fuzzy for me.

I know others will be surprised at this response and disagree with me. Ah, the delights and dangers of public discourse.

I have no problem with the “Happy Holidays” thing. I do not view it as an offense. I do not see a connection between retail, Christmas trees, or Winter Breaks, in connection to the celebration of the advent of Christ for me. If a corporate policy is instituted that employees must say "Happy Holidays," that is not mine to fight. I work for a public school and have my cautions when I represent the state of California. I understand that in context. That helps me with perspective on this at the corporate level.

On a personal level, Christmas trees and shopping are a holiday tradition that adds family fun for me — like fireworks on the 4th of July, really. My celebration of the birth of Christ during this time is directly connected to time in worship and praise, Scripture, prayerful gratitude, some symbols, music, shared meals, celebrations with my community of believers, and quiet reflection. The other parts of Christmas that I also truly enjoy are folk traditions that came along through the years as the celebration expanded, and a way to love others, but not how I focus on Christ's birth directly. Easter egg hunts are fun, but that is not worship, in a similar way.

Also, I do not expect that everyone must acknowledge my faith based traditions. I am considerate of colleagues, friends, and those I work with who are Jewish, Jehovah's Witness, Orthodox, Muslim, or others that are not followers of Christ. I respect their journey. I trust the Holy Spirit to draw all people in His time. It is disrespectful for me to greet my dear Jewish friends with a “Merry Christmas.” I will not and I will not require others to do so.

I like to ask others, such as retail people, “What holiday are you celebrating and what are your traditions?” It opens up a conversation that helps me learn about my neighbor and thereby learn to care about them. I don’t expect others to share my beliefs or guess which greeting they should speak to me. I don’t want to invest emotion in the unintended potential offense of some sweet unsuspecting person saying, “Happy Holidays,” only to hear a defensive correction from me. I want to communicate Christ in kindness.

In my opinion, this little poem can subtly create unnecessary division and continue to build borders of pride. When Christians don’t get their way in America during December, I’ll think I'll use it as a reminder to pray for the serious oppression of believers in other nations. And will remember how much is awesome in society around this season. Carols on radio stations like KOST. And Winter Break -- I am grateful to have two weeks off around my faith holiday and holy day. My Jewish co-worker has to work on her holy days. And Thanksgiving! A national holiday to give thanks with family and friends. Rock on!

When we read Scripture, do I see anything that tells me the world will not oppose to the walk of the faithful? So is that a surprise or an expectation?

Last night I heard that the top three perceptions of Christians in America are:

Anti-gay
Judgmental
Hypocrites

I think that is heartbreaking. How can I live in a way that pleases Christ and acknowledges the power of the Holy Spirit to wake the dead in every soul? Does “Merry Christmas” really play into that? I don’t know. To me, the Kingdom of God on earth has nothing to do with what happens as described in this poem. The power of God works around, beyond, through, and above all that in my view.

And who is “forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.” It cannot be stopped. The trees would cry out — maybe even Christmas trees! :-) And to name politicians as reindeer? Is that the disrespect of people...the “do unto others” that we wish to model for others? And “inclusive, sensitive, and di-ver-sity” is the Kingdom of God. I cannot mock that.

This is not a hill for me to die on. We, as believers, are here to love, and we have work to do. I will focus on the love that this season invites. I wish to be considerate of those who struggle for lack of love painfully accentuated at this time of year.

So, happy holidays and Merry Christmas!

The Downside of Marrying a Good Man

2009-11-02T08:39:00.000-08:00

My friend has a perspective angel. Love that! That angel has been visiting me lately, too.

My husband has had three first interviews in a couple weeks and a second interview for one already. So, being hired is getting closer every day.

It hit me this weekend that we've worked at home together for six years. A day job for him will take him to an office each day, and there will be commute time, too. A routine common to most, and familiar to us.

I have so enjoyed so much time with him, including many random lunches during the work week in our kitchen. One job involves some international travel. He would be so excited about that. So, I'm grieving the loss of the luxury of generous time with him and gearing up for him to be in a job, meaningful work, and free from the financial stress we've experienced, often more stressful for him.

I do recall that I married at 37, so I was a master of living on my own and loved it. So, I'm wrapping my head and heart around reality, and making my plan to be generous with him and seek new and familiar ways to invest my time when he is away that brings a new contentment. We'll need to be intentional with the time together we do have, but isn't that true for all loved ones?!! [He and the dog are playing on the couch right now -- so cute (who's spoiled?? we make him stay on a beach towel! -- Glen that is -- just kidding).]

Oh, the downside of marrying good men!

P.S. Perhaps we can add housecleaning help into the budget. I once saw that as a wealthy indulgence. However, when both work and then clean in spare time, it takes time away from time together. Someone else can clean. No one else can keep your marriage interesting, and that takes time together to relax, talk, and play.

Intentional Boldness to Care

2009-10-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

I just shared with a friend that in my current life stage, I am taking small steps to invest boldly in the lives of people available to me, time permiting. For instance, in response to a friend's openness to share a little life along the way with me, I am taking time to take a longer look at what is meaningful to her, as well as practicing good listening in pursuit of understanding. Then when a friend talks about what is meaningful, I'll have a better perspective and perhaps a brighter on-ramp to true community.

I noticed a short while ago how I was chasing people who were not really available to me at this time, though wonderful people. It felt frustrating. Tiring. The thought finally hit me, "Why? Take another look around and see who is near you, and find the value in them. Be intentional and see what God has in store. That's all. It's simple." So, I'm investigating that. It's fun. And freeing. No strings. No promises. Just seeing what's up ahead with others on my path.

I think when Jesus went to Zack's house, he modeled that. The simplicity of being together. Powerful, really. I'll see what God brings to mind as far as how this will look. Jesus invited all the time. Invited people to follow. To be together with him. Not tricky, but in our busy lives without enough margin, it can be missed. I don't want to miss being with others or being with Jesus in others.

Obama Nobel Peace Sur-prize

2009-10-09T15:45:00.000-07:00

Included in the crowd of people who are surprised that Obama got a Nobel Peace Prize is President Obama himself. In his comments, he noted that he feels he does not deserve the award, so again, many are together on that -- including Mr. President. In his own words:

"This morning, Michelle and I awoke to some surprising and humbling news. At 6 a.m., we received word that I'd been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for 2009.

To be honest, I do not feel that I deserve to be in the company of so many of the transformative figures who've been honored by this prize -- men and women who've inspired me and inspired the entire world through their courageous pursuit of peace.

But I also know that throughout history the Nobel Peace Prize has not just been used to honor specific achievement; it's also been used as a means to give momentum to a set of causes."

I appreciate his candor and perspective. I learned more about the Nobel Peace Prize, as I thought it was just for achievement. I have been thinking deeply lately about how our culture values doing more than being and how that impacts my life, so this seemed another timely lesson for me. I am also learning in new ways how to think deeply about issues and care authentically for people. I am listening to opinions from great people -- friends -- who see things differently from me. I am learning the broader lessons of living in community and loving unconditionally.

I live in the tension between expectations, obligations, and traditions and in the transforming light of grace, mercy, kindness, love, and healthy boundaries. Now there is a delicate dance! And I've never been a very good dancer. I am discovering a bunch of friends who don't mind disagreement because we grant one another dignity. How blessed to be amidst those kind of folks! We pause to take the time to understand the view of one another, and then walk forward on the common ground side by side.

"We can't allow the differences between peoples to define the way that we see one another, and that's why we must pursue a new beginning among people of different faiths and races and religions; one based upon mutual interest and mutual respect." - B. Obama

Mutual interest. Mutual respect.

Life & Career Paths

2009-10-08T18:05:00.000-07:00

Today, I was reflecting on my varied vocational experiences and perspective, having worked in the business world until I was 35, then doing a career shift to education. I have taught in private Christian school (gr. 4 & 5), public school (middle school), served a long year as an assistant principal, worked on a district project as a consultant, served as a district liaison supporting homeless children, and now serve public charter homeschool families in Los Angeles county (gr.K-12). I headed into education to teach high school social studies, and student-taught Sociology and Econ at a high school in rural Indiana. Some people recommend a point A to point B career path. I prefer the scenic route.

Lessons from My Dogs

2009-09-20T12:16:00.000-07:00

I love my dogs. I am so happy to have two. They enrich my life, grow my capacity to look out for someone else, provide good company, listen to me, show unconditional positive regard, lower my blood pressure, release stress, make me laugh, show me sensitivity, and help me live longer. In addition to all that, here are the lessons I've learned and why I admire them and their authentic, honest lives:

10 Lessons My Dogs Taught Me

Work hard to get things done.
Know how to get what you need.
Please the good people.
Enjoy praise from good people.
Drink enough water.
Get enough exercise so you don't cause trouble.
Exercise is fun.
Get enough rest.
Be intentional about hanging out with people you love while you can.
Laugh with your tail. Well, maybe 'show it when you are happy' would be more suitable.

Oh, and they don't need to own much to be happy. I like that, too.

The Shower - Traditions of American Women

2009-09-20T09:55:00.001-07:00

Let me just confess...I don't like going to showers -- wedding or baby. I usually do not like the games, though I'm a big fan of squishing a chunk of new bubble gum into a baby shape. I'm kind of a champion at that. Sitting around and watching someone open many gifts, passing them around a big circle, and small talk just feels like a waste of time when I could be reading outside at home. And picking out a gift -- that can be tough for me, too. We never seem to have enough money to spend $20 on gifts for these occasions, and $20 is not very generous as things go. That carries its own social pressures. Along with that, there are certain expectations on how to dress, maybe originating from my mother's proper training. Again, we have a very limited budget. I have very basic clothes and functional shoes. No frilly, feminine fun sun dresses and flirty sandals. I often feel slightly out of place. So, for the most part, I'd just prefer to be busy and skip the event.

My own wedding shower was awkward. I didn't like sitting in the central place, while everyone watched me open things and express thanks sincerely a million different ways, hoping --as the wrapping paper came off, hoping that it would truly be something for which I'd feel thankful for getting. It was fun in the end, once the presents part was over. We did not have kids, so I never had to endure a baby shower on my behalf. No regrets.

A few months ago, my perspective shifted. I said yes to attend a baby shower. I didn't really know the pregnant young woman. However, and here is where the shift began, I am friends with the soon-to-be-grandmother and great aunt. I was excited to be in on this life-changing time for my friends. Now my friends are no longer the ones having the babies, but the loved ones of the moms-to-be. It is a treasure to share in these meaningful moments and milestones of life. My perspective has shifted.

So, I went to this shower, not completely convinced it was my ideal way to spend an afternoon, but this host always throws a great party. I did have a good time. The home was crowded with all kinds of women. There was no shortage of conversation, hugs, and smiles.

Here are some highlights that were enjoyable to me:

The power of traditions of women: With a bachelor's degree and a heart for sociology, I still relate to life from a sociological view. I enjoy observing people interacting in groups. We live in a fast-paced culture and have lost much of the values of living in small communities or tribes. A "shower" marks a milestone for the tribe, the community -- the multiple generations of women connected to the soon-to-arrive child. That impresses me and is touching. I watched several age layers of women interact and share stories and good wishes. An afternoon of generational generosity. A pause in busy lives to connect, and love, and pass along wisdom. Powerful. Rare.
Women of history honored: The mom-to-be is expecting a girl. So, at each place setting, there was a brief bio of famous women in history with a photo of the woman. This tribute was printed on vellum and attached to colorful card stock with a gingham ribbon. Classy. I enjoyed reading about women in history who accomplished things that made life better. It lifted my thoughts and reminded me to encourage women to live lives of meaningful contribution. [No female entertainers were represented.]
The mixer game: We were handed a piece of paper with random statements, each statement was true for someone in attendance. We walked around to discover who matched what statement, and that process triggered great little conversations. I had the chance to have a conversation with women who bring value because of what they know and their life's experiences. I want to seek out more of the stories of oldest generation next time I'm in a situation like this. I met some awesome women.
Sharing the wisdom of women: We each got a white note card. We were invited to write out some wisdom and encouragement for the new mom. I've never been a mom, but that made no difference. I was a child and remember things my mom did that were meaningful. I have been a teacher for many children and know things that encourage security and value of learning. I am always learning lessons on caring for others, even if not as a mom. For instance, cleaning can wait -- time with loved ones does not. Also, read together frequently, if not every night at bedtime, and let your child see you reading, too.
All the tiny pink stuff: Could it ever get any cuter? All those tiny little pink things for the new baby girl soon to join the world. Pink is one of my favorite colors. This was pink heaven.
All the tools: How in the world did anyone in my generation survived childhood? No car seats. Being bathed in the sink. Our moms got by without the gadgets, tools, specialty items, and gimmicks. And consumed a lot less. I was struck at the volume of consumer products this precious event and raising children has "given birth to," another piece of how our nation's economy is supported by what we consume (and often do not need). Crazy stuff is now for sale to "help" you raise your baby. For instance, one gift was a cup designed to rinse a baby's head designed to prevents water from going in the baby's face. Really? Do you need a tool for this? Enough to spend money on it? And can the less fortunate (economically) raise their children right without owning all this stuff?
The name tags: Each name tag stated how the person was connected to the mom-to-be. That was interesting and an easy way to know more about others, see how the group connected, and start conversations with strangers.
The tablecloths and centerpieces: Each table had a square of fabric in baby prints and designs in the nursery theme the mom had planned. The centerpieces were potted flowers with items (tub toys, little decorative things, etc.) stuck in the pots for a little added design, theme, fun, and sparkle -- the mom could use those items later . The room looked so festive and nice!

I did have fun at the shower. I might go to the next one I'm invited to, also.

Cry If You Want To...

2009-08-22T10:45:00.000-07:00

Great song! There are days, or times, or seasons when I could be this kind of friend and let someone...CRY IF YOU WANT TO (By Holly Cole). Here are the lyrics:

Cry if you want
I wont tell you not to
I won’t try to cheer you up
Ill just be here if you want me

It’s no use in keeping a stiff upper lip
You can weep you can sleep you can loosen your grip
You can frown you can drown and go down with the ship
You cry if you want to
Don’t ever apologize venting your pain
Its something to me you don’t need to explain
I don’t need to know why
I don’t think it’s insane
You can cry if you want to

The windows are closed
The neighbors aren’t home
If it’s better with me than to do it alone
Ills draw all the curtains and unplug the phone
You can cry if you want

You can stare at the ceiling and tear at your hair
Swallow your feelings and stager and swear
You could show things and throw things and I wouldn’t care
You can cry if you want to

I won’t make fun of you
I won’t tell any one
I won’t analyze what you do or you should have done
I won’t advise you to go and have fun
You can cry if you want to

Well it’s empty and ugly and terribly sad
I can’t feel what you feel but I no it feel bad
I no that its real and it makes you so mad
You could cry

Cry if you want to I won’t tell you not to
I won’t try and cheer you up
Ill just be here if you want me; to be
Near you

There is a great scene in "Lars and the Real Girl," where church folk serve as simply "sitters." After a tragedy, they come to Lars home day after day and just sit with him. I think that is powerful. No words needed. Just the flesh and blood company of quiet people who care to physically remind someone they are not alone. Must be a huge comfort. If the church had a sitting committee, I'd serve.

Part I: God & Public Schools - A Theological/Philosophical Landmine

2009-08-21T12:08:00.000-07:00

What in the world is going on? Who created this confusion and chaos? Any guesses???

There is such division on this topic and the most hostility comes from believers. How winning for Christ can that possibly be???

My background as a person and an educator: I have taught in private Christian schools. I have taught in a public middle school. I work with a public charter school that only offers homeschooling. I have degrees from a private Christian college, a large state university, and a faith-affiliated private university. I have been an assistant principal at a public middle school. I am a follower of Christ, learning to love God and my neighbor as myself. I tend to vote for the Democratic candidate because I often agree with more of the platform positions as stated at the time of the election, though I am a registered "independent" voter. I would say I am politically "liberal," if you know the true definition of the term in political perspective. I also studied the meaning of separation of church and state in graduate school, and feel I have a clear understanding of what the purpose is and how to navigate those waters. And I support it and feel it is for the good of all. It is misunderstood on a daily basis by some, I am learning.

Someone told me last week, an acquaintance with a New Age view of life, looking for a homeschool option, that she has seen all sorts of things on the web for Christians to do to cheat the public charter schools -- get their cake and eat it, too -- take the public funds but still do things in a way that a public school can't endorse?? Is that ethical? There is a fine middle ground, which hopefully, I'll get to later. In the meantime, I have some other things to say. Stay tuned. Right now, I have to get back to work for the public charter school.

As a teaser, here is something I saw on http://www.exploringhomeschooling.com/

"Avoid government homeschooling programs such as "charter schools" and public school independent study programs. These government programs usurp the father’s God-given headship over the family and focus the homeschool on humanist goals and curriculum."

I need more information. This has not been my experience. More later....

College Tension

2009-08-16T10:11:00.000-07:00

Things are really changing right now in the world. I've been re-evaluating my views on "College for all." So, I'm processing that and weighing the tension in various perspectives.

As an educator, I am well aware of the statistics on getting a bachelor's degree. Graduates tend to earn a more livable wage over time, are better able to get work that can help sustain support for a family, and moves a person ahead of so many others in competing for a job. And those facts are true no matter what the degree. I also know it is easiest and cheapest to complete a degree as soon as one can. Life adds other responsibilities as time passes that make going to school more complicated.

The college experiences broadens a person. It affords the opportunity to work with a wild variety of other people and ideas, process assignments independently to finish within a time limit, and to think deeply about many things, while giving a person more time to mature and become responsible. If circumstances set-up in such a way that the door to a college degree opens, it is a privilege to walk through that door.

All that said, I do not think God works in ways that make complete sense in the world of human (and American) logic. We are simply called to love God and others. We are equipped with gifts to build the body of Christ. So, I honestly no longer see college as the key to success for all, especially in Kingdom living.

I believe it is good to be careful with our limited resources of time and money, in order to focus on what God has for us today. I wish determining big things like our future, college or not, if so when, and how God wants to use us in the days to come was easier to determine. As a teacher, we are expected to equip kids for college. I no longer think that is the easy answer or the best for every person in God's plan.

Leadership Summit Learning I - "Third Culture"

2009-08-10T09:33:00.000-07:00

Thoughts from Dave Gibbons, The Monkey and the Fish

"Third culture is the mindset and will to love, learn, and serve in any culture, even in the midst of pain and discomfort."

"If there's one quality that matters most to the fate of the church in the twenty-first century, it's adaptability."

"The church has an amazing opportunity to become what God is hoping we will become. We need fresh counter intuitive ways of leading-in practice and in philosophy."

"Our task as the church is to be water. To flow. Not crash."

"Our water--our message--remains what it always has been: the love of Jesus. Our forms, our containers can change. Must change. Furthermore, our conflicts shouldn't be about forms."

"Being third culture is about being water to a world that is deeply thirsty when it comes to spirituality and meaning, and is in need of adaptive and contextualized language and forms when talking about God and Christianity."

"The mindset-a passion to be open to new cultures and new ways, and a devotion to see shifts in society and the world at large and to respond exuberantly and artfully --is at the heart of being a third-culture church."

Surviving the Heat - Mind over Matter

2009-07-22T10:58:00.000-07:00

It has been in the 90's all week. Not the 1990's. That would be weird. Temperature 90's. Hot. Summer. Expected, though we've had decent weather until now. I am thankful that mornings and evenings are cool. I'm thankful that I'm so cool. Huh?

So, I realized I have a strategy for surviving as the day heats up. Our home does not have air conditioning, so that plays in to my strategy.

15 Tips to Beat the Heat

Start out wearing warmer clothes: long pants or jeans, a shirt with sleeves.
When it gets too hot mid-afternoon, change into shorts and a sleeveless top to feel relief.
I can usually take a shower, and if I rinse my head -- or wash my hair -- ahhhhh! Such coolness as the hair air dries. Thankfully, I don't have to use a blow dryer.
I also have a little kid's wading pool. I fill it, put a chair next to it, grab a book and read while I just put my feet in the pool. I don't need a big pool. My feet don't know the difference, and the cooling effect is delightful.
Make "sun tea" -- ice tea that brews in the sun. That makes the heat productive and rewards us with a cool drink.
Go to the YMCA -- it is air conditioned and I can exercise there -- even swim in the pool! Nice.
Keep lights off, of course.
Enjoy the shade.
Go to the coast.
Get indoors at a public space: library, restaurant, store, or movie; or take a drive in the air conditioned car!
Eat a cold soup such as Summer Borscht, Gazpacho, or Vichyssoise.
Eat crispy cool salads.
Eat BBQ burgers or hot dogs or anything from the grill; sure -- the grill gets too hot, but if you are hot already, at least it feels like a fun occassion.
Get plenty of water to stay hydrated.
If outdoors, use an umbrella for shade.
Look at pictures of winter and snow.
Sing snow songs.
Water balloon fights and sprinkler runs.

Things to Avoid in Hot Weather

Watching my dogs pant. I always tell them it is too warm for pants -- go change; or I tell them it is going to be hot today, they may want to take off their coats. They don't even laugh.
Baking cookies.
Wearing socks and shoes.
Sitting in the sun.
Going without water.
Planning a trip to the dessert.

Cindi Psalm 1

2009-06-26T12:02:00.000-07:00

Lord of Heaven
You call our name
You whisper in our heart
May we grow to love like You
May we learn to see what’s true
May we choose to follow You
Lord of Heaven

Lord of Heaven
Your word gives life
You waken up our soul
May we follow where You lead
May we recognize the need
May we honor You in deed
Lord of Heaven

Dear Mr. Obama

2009-06-25T13:37:00.000-07:00

Dear President Obama,

I just read another (e-mail forwarded, of course,) letter supposedly from another teacher, and let me just say, I have had it, too. But in contrast to how that other letter started, I have had it with all the nasty and divisive criticism of your administration. I am saddened by the treatment you have received by people who would never allow their kids to speak of a classmate or neighbor the way they criticize you, by people who claim to know Christ and claim to value love and kindness. I have had enough. I apologize to you for our selfish, small-minded interpretation of things you have done and said.

I commend you, Michelle, and your team for all that you do on behalf of the United States of America. I am deeply touched by your leadership and integrity, impressed with your intelligence, value your ability to articulate truth, appreciate your sense of humor (Stephen Colbert’s haircut, for example), applaud your decency, respect your commitment to Michelle and your daughters and how you champion fatherhood, envy your coolness under pressure, admire your ability to think on your feet, applaud your down-to-earth approachability as evidenced in interviews and other efforts, cheer for your commitment to the greater good, and thank you for many things, including keen insight into complicated issues, boldness in values, heart for service, humility in understanding the complexity of our times, kindness to your new dog, patience with pundits, and sacrifices both personal and professional demanded through this job you have been graciously willing to take on for the people.

I know you are intelligent, grounded, and wise enough to surround yourself with others who will look at details, statistics, and strategies beyond what I will ever be able to know or calculate. My pledge to you: I will grant you time and space to lead without being second-guessed on everything by me. I will acknowledge failure is an expected part of success, and grant you the grace needed to move ahead. I will concentrate on the areas where I have influence and control, and use my energies to make a positive difference in my arena, and support you in yours without assuming I have enough information to judge.

Your speech in Cairo was profound. Your visits to other countries inspired. Your delicate walk with the situation in Iran educated me. Your comments on abortion at Notre Dame’s graduation elevated that conversation. Bravo!

In the first few months of your presidency, I have learned powerful lessons and been reminded of how I want to live in response to the crazy stuff going on through various talk TV and radio personalities, forwarded e-mails, and conversations with people:
• I choose to not be critical from this far away from what goes on in federal government, since I do not have all the information, and often the information I do have is not accurate.
• I want my words and actions to be true to The Golden Rule.
• I want to remember to be kind to all presidents in how I speak of them, even if I do not agree.
• I want to be part of solutions and service, not of division and damaging words and efforts.

My demographics: I am about to turn 54, live outside a major city in a state that is broke, registered as an Independent voter, a follower of Christ that attends a large evangelical church, public school educator, have a Master of Science degree in Education Administration, worked briefly in public relations, was an intern for the State of Indiana Assembly, and lived outside of Chicago for about 14 years – and Chicago remains my favorite city to this day! I am happily married to Glen (a Democrat), have no children, and have really had to learn to live more simply with reduced income in recent years due to my husband’s worthy vocational choice (consultant to build capacity for community organizations).

I’d like to say more in support of you, your words, and your administration, about issues I’ve heard some friends and family members cruelly speak against, but who has time. There is a lot to do together.

You are a good man and a capable leader and president. Keep it up. Stay safe. Love your family. Play basketball. Live the faith. Thanks for everything. It is a new day in the USA, and I’ll walk with you to move on. God bless you and everyone, and God bless the United States of America and all nations. We hope to meet you someday.

Sincerely,
Another Real American
Cindi Peterson

Global Responsibility

2009-06-25T13:36:00.000-07:00

Challenging excerpt from a One report on a meeting at the UN, June 25, 2009...

Mr. Miguel d’Escoto Brockmann, the President of the General Assembly, stated at the outset of his speech that we are meeting because “we are going through the most singular moment in human history when our common future is at stake.” He said we must acknowledge that the current economic and financial crisis is the result of “an egotistical and irresponsible way of living, producing, consuming and establishing relationships among ourselves and with nature that involved systematic aggression against Earth and its ecosystems,” which masked social imbalance and global social injustice. He called for “a sustainable way of life,” which stems from a shared vision of the values and principles that promote the well-being of present and future generations, and a creation of a new global ethic to share our common global good that is the “Mother Earth.” This should be extended in dealing with the concerns of environment as well as humanitarian issues including poverty, which is a “time bomb” against humanities of all societies. He concluded his moving speech with a plea that that we “arm ourselves with solidarity and cooperation in order to make a qualitative leap forward to a future of peace and well-being.”

Oma, Opa, and Raspberries

2009-06-19T14:03:00.000-07:00

I just ate a little bowl of fresh raspberries, drizzled with cream and a light sprinkle of sugar. This is a summer treat from my childhood. When I was growing up in Akron, Ohio, I was introduced to this summer delight. I would go with my next door neighbors, Annette and Debbie, to visit their grandparents for the morning or afternoon. I remember four things: 1) we called them Oma and Opa, 2) they were of German descent, still with an accent, 3) they had the most fabulous doll house there, and 4) they'd sometimes serve us fresh summer raspberries with cream and sugar. Delightful dessert and memories for me to this day. [Sorry I don't have a photo of fresh raspberries right now. I just ate them.]

Immigration Reform

2009-06-19T11:16:00.000-07:00

As I learn more about the issues of immigration reform, I have walked away from the black and white standard responses of my previous positions. My mind has been touched by real life situations that bust some myths wide open. My heart has been broken in repentance for systemic sins.

Through further study of Scripture, I have gained broader perspective on citizenship, personalized alien status, and looked deeper into the eyes of people impacted by this complicated issue. I am now cautious about blaming a people group for problems, without being willing to listen. As a public educator, I have a higher purpose when I look into the eyes of a child. I grasp the power of education to move out of poverty. I will work to educate that child. I cannot police who is deserving.

I must continue to learn. I am called to love...God, neighbors, and enemies. That will keep me busy for years. I look forward to moments that nurture understanding and establish caring conversation on the topic.

Goodbye Guest Room Wallpaper!

2009-06-18T13:47:00.000-07:00

Today, I finished removing the wallpaper in the guest room. We have lived in this house for 13 years. We had many rooms that need to lose the wallpaper. Glen's office and the dining room have reached that goal. Now the guest room can be added to the list.

I don't have any memory of serious wall paper removal. Glen did that task in his office. We paid a friend to do that for the dining room. I tackled the guest room. "How hard can it be?" I thought to myself. It was time consuming, but moved along faster than expected. It was physically hard, but manageable. The perfect physical task after winding up another school year! I went in the room and sprayed and scraped and saw progress each day. A nice way to unwind, really. Thankfully, the temperature was pleasant outside, too.

I learned a lot doing this myself. Glen helped me understand the process with some good tips. I cannot believe it is done and soon will be painted. The grand thing about projects like this is once it is done, I don't have to do it again -- no more wallpaper there. That is in contrast to chores, which do have to be done over and over. Another plus is the feeling of satisfaction as I walked out from under the cloud of procrastination and away from the frustration of never getting to it. That right there has payback when it comes to energy given back.

I am excited to see the room freshly painted in a Bennington Gray (looks like coffee with plenty of cream). I can't wait to finish it up with two more mini-blinds and other decorative accents, most of which we already own. When my parents visit in December, it will be a welcoming room after so many years of annoying walls and unorganized storage. I call it "The Nutcracker Suite" when they visit; not a comment on them, just a holiday name for a room.

We do like to share the room. Friends are coming next week, thus the push to get at it! A family of five from the Midwest will use it a base camp while the sight see in the area. I will look forward to sharing it more readily, now that it will look nicer. It is a delightful room, facing west, plenty of windows, and a pretty view through the trees. We can even see downtown L.A. in the distance at night -- the lighted skyline.

So why did it take so long to get it done? So many years of meaning to get to it, and then in less than a week it is ready to paint? We are busy, but really?!! Anyway, it is done now. As I thought of the procrastination, while I was scraping away, I noted a hint of something interesting within myself. When a task is undone, lots of dreaming of the day it is done goes on for me, bringing me joy and something to look forward to. And yet, once the task is complete, the dreaming stops. The "looking forward to" becomes reality. There a mild sense of loss of a dream that prevents us from moving ahead. Do I subconsciously think what if I don't like it once done, what will I have to look forward to creatively then, and what if I can't do what my ideas have crafted in our heads? This may be the curse of the creative person. Not all creative people are procrastinators, though. Anyway, I moved past that moment of melancholy. It did make me pause to see if that is a little of what makes me procrastinate. I'd rather dream than do.

The Bakery Quest

2009-06-14T21:47:00.000-07:00

This weekend, I started a new quest. I began to look for little bakeries as I travel around. My friend recommended two to me. One in Santa Barbara and another in Capitola, California. We stopped at Our Daily Bread in Santa Barbara on Friday afternoon for a late lunch. We did not get to Gayle's in Capitola. Another friend recommended The Buttery in Santa Cruz, which was very close to our hotel. We stopped there on the way out of town this morning.

There is something quaint, charming, and welcoming about a town bakery. It is a personal touch in a crazy world, and people gather there to enjoy something good and often to share relaxed conversation with others. Is it the daytime version of what a neighborhood bar might be at night? I don't know. The bakery seems to be a gentle peek into a local community for a tourist, providing a neighborhood connection. A bakery is a nice alternative to the fast paced world of food chains.

So, I'm enjoying this new quest. We'll see what I learn from observations and sampled treats! As a sociologist by education (B.A. Sociology), I love learning how people function in groups in society, and a bakery can provide interesting perspective.

The Tortilla Chip of Engagement

2009-06-10T20:49:00.000-07:00

On June 10, 1992, Glen turned to me over dinner at the Uptown Mexican Cafe, and romantically and practically speaking, said, "Well, marry me, then." My first act of biblical wifely submission. I said, "OK." Pause. "Are we engaged now?" I inquired. He said that he thought so. So, there we were over refried beans, and a simple exchange of a few words changed our lives forever.

We were therefore and thereby engaged. We needed some sort of ceremony or ritual to make it feel real. So, we each took a tortilla chip in hand, dipped each said chip in the salsa, linked our arms in that feeding the wedding cake kind of awkward motion and fed one another a chip. That officially became our tradition of promise, the beloved "Tortilla Chip of Engagement." And we all know, a one time ritual like that can bring memories of delight as the years go by.

I'd say "yes" all over again. And in fact, each day in marriage requires some broad sense of generous yes. I still have a crush on my husband. I am grateful to God for Glen. Marriage is hard. A good marriage is hard. And worth it. Most days, we have a great time here. Seventeen years later, I'm still happy he asked and I said yes.

My First Zumba

2009-06-06T11:53:00.000-07:00

Now I've gotten in touch with my inner Latina. And I now consider entertainers who can breathe, dance, and sing, like Beyonce, athletes!

I went to my community YMCA this morning for the Zumba® class. I have never been before. I had read the description, and thought I'd give it a try since I like Latin musica. Zumba® is described on the official web site this way: "fuses hypnotic Latin rhythms and easy to follow moves to create a dynamic fitness program that will blow you away."

http://www.zumba.com/us/

I lasted 25 minutes. I was wishing I'd brought water. It was a workout, baby!

The dance studio/exercise room was crowded. Besides myself, there was one other woman who looked to be of northern European descent. The only language I heard spoken before class began was Spanish. Maybe I picked the wrong day to wear my t-shirt with the United States flag on it, but my globe t-shirt was in the wash. [I don't have a globe t-shirt.] One man participated.

I headed to the back wall and claimed my spot. The instructor came in, set-up her i-Pod, and moved to the front and center. And the music started. The beat pounded from the speaker over me head, and women all around me, all ages and stages, sizes and shapes, tattooed and not, started to move a little.

Then the teacher started moving. She did not speak. The music was too loud for that anyway. And we all followed her. Forward, back, left to right, side to side, bend, twist, arms up, arms back. And shake it, girlfriend. If that's fun for you.

What a workout! I had fun, but thought I should cool down at the end of 25 minutes. Actually, I thought I might die if I did not. So, I left for today. I walked around the parking lot twice to slow down my pulse before driving home for a big glass of water. Wow! That was exercise. And it was fun.

I laughed at how uncomfortable I was "dancing," basically. I laughed at how uncoordinated I am. It was tricky for me to feel the flow of it all. I discovered I am a decent mimic, so I followed the teacher OK. I did not hurt myself or anyone else in my attempts to move this way and that. I did OK.

Let me just say...some of the Zumba sisters got it going on! They can move to the groove with a flair that is enviable. I, on the other hand, remain rather mechanical and comfortable with that. This seems to be a group that has Zumba'd many times. Some even wore trademark Zumba clothes! I may have been the only one new. That's cause for some minor discomfort, too. Hey, it keeps me young to learn in new situations. And the activity, in spite of the small moments of self-consciousness, is a great investment in life.

Hooray...for getting to the gym. For getting exercise. On a Saturday.

That Bugs!

2009-06-02T13:38:00.001-07:00

Bugs are eating my spearmint, oregano, and basil plant leaves. Ugh! That bugs! Those bugs. I can't seem to catch them in the act to put them on time out. But I see their scat and the holes in the leaves. What shall I do?

Mother's Day, The Civil War, Temperance, & Carnations

2009-05-12T20:00:00.000-07:00

I was surprised to learn today that Mother's Day was connected to the Civil War and an anti-war observance. I never saw a card about that at Hallmark!

Source: Wikipedia

Early "Mother's Day" was mostly marked by women's peace groups. A common early activity was the meeting of groups of mothers whose sons had fought or died on opposite sides of the American Civil War. In New York City, Julia Ward Howe led a "Mother's Day" anti-war observance in 1872, which was accompanied by a Mother's Day Proclamation. The observance continued in Boston for about 10 years under Howe's personal sponsorship, then died out.

Several years later, a Mother's Day observance on May 13, 1877 was held in Albion, Michigan, over a dispute related to the temperance movement. According to local legend, Albion pioneer, Juliet Calhoun Blakeley, stepped up to complete the sermon of the Rev. Myron Daughterty, who was distraught because an anti-temperance group had forced his son and two other temperance advocates to spend the night in a saloon and become publicly drunk. In the pulpit, Blakeley called on other mothers to join her. Blakeley's two sons, both traveling salesmen, were so moved that they vowed to return each year to pay tribute to her and embarked on a campaign to urge their business contacts to do likewise. At their urging, in the early 1880s, the Methodist Episcopal Church in Albion set aside the second Sunday in May to recognize the special contributions of mothers.

Frank E. Hering, President of the Fraternal Order of Eagles, made the first known public plea for "a national day to honor our mothers" in 1904.

In its present form, Mother's Day was established by Anna Marie Jarvis, following the death of her mother on May 9, 1905; she campaigned to establish Mother's Day as a U.S. national, and later an international, holiday.

Originally the Andrew's Methodist Episcopal Church, the site of the original Mother's Day commemoration, where Anna handed out carnations, the International Mother's Day Shrine is now a National Historic Landmark. From there, the custom caught on—spreading eventually to 46 states. The holiday was declared officially by some states as early as 1912, beginning with West Virginia. On May 8, 1914, the U.S. Congress passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day and requesting a proclamation. On May 9, 1914, President Woodrow Wilson made that proclamation, declaring the first national Mother's Day, as a day for American citizens to show the flag in honor of those mothers whose sons had died in war.

Carnations /flowers have come to represent Mother's Day, since they were delivered at one of its first celebrations by its founder. This also started the custom of wearing a carnation on Mother's Day. The founder, Anna Jarvis, chose the carnation because it was the favorite flower of her mother. In part due to the shortage of white carnations, and in part due to the efforts to expand the sales of more types of flowers in Mother's Day, the florists promoted wearing a red carnation if your mother was living, or a white one if she was dead; this was tirelessly promoted until it made its way into the popular observations at churches.

In May 2008, the US House of Representatives voted twice on a resolution commemorating Mother's Day, the first one being unanimous so that all congressmen would be on record showing support for Mother's Day.

In the United States, "Mother's Day Work Clubs" were organized by Anna Jarvis's mother, Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (1832-1905), to improve sanitation and health in the area. These clubs also assisted both Union and Confederate encampments controlling a typhoid outbreak, and conducted a "Mothers' Friendship Day" to reconcile families divided by the Civil War.

Backyard Inspiration

2009-05-05T16:14:00.000-07:00

So, I'm sitting at my desk right now, in my second floor office. Window open. Delightful spring breeze freshens the room. Late afternoon sunshine spills in. And then what to my wondering ears? The Vangelis theme from "Chariots of Fire" fills the yard...the neighborhood...at least several backyards near us. Suddenly, I feel inspired. I feel the urge to run in slow motion along the water on a sandy shore. But the bigger urge is to figure out where this large sound is coming from...and why??...and why only the first 8 measures or so?

That "Flying Scotsman," Eric Liddell, sure inspired us all, didn't he? Unless you were not born in 1981, or going to movies at the time. This film must be a cultural icon and I bet just reading this makes you hum the theme song, whether you saw the movie or not. I know I am humming. No, wait. It's not me. It's the actual song playing again through our backyard. I think I know where it is coming from. What a pleasant distraction, really. After all, the mystery neighborhood DJ could have selected a little something from Metallica! I wonder if they are taking requests.

Well, back to work. Gotta love living in an urban community.

American Violet

2009-04-17T14:54:00.000-07:00

I would like to see the new movie "American Violet," released today, to better understand my world and issues of racial injustice. Unfortunately, it is not playing in my neighborhood. It is locally only in 2 theaters...both 45 minutes away. That's difficult.

www.americanviolet.com

Yet, "17 Again" with tween heart throb Zac Efron is everywhere around here. So, marketers know how people will spend their movie money in this area.

Is this any kind of social statement? Are people out here not interested in urban struggles? So a movie promoter won't risk showing it in the suburban areas? Maybe. Maybe not. I cannot claim to make that assumption. Marketers do their research and, plain and simple, movies that target kids are always the big money makers. The heavier themed movies don't create the box office buzz. Naturally, this impacts the money promoters will put behind a movie. Can't blame them. This is business to them. That is a wise business decision.

Many go to movies for entertainment, and films like "American Violet," might not be a seen to distract from everyday life and entertain. I like entertaining movies, too. I can't find fault with that.

Consider "Slumdog Millionaire." That movie took the theater going audience by storm after barely getting any attention from the movie business. That one was a brilliant blend of tough social issues and entertainment, as evidenced by the popularity.

So, back to if the lack of theaters showing the movie a social statement. Not really. Would crowds in my area be interested in "American Violet?" I know many who would. Truthfully, word of mouth will need to carry this one and move people to go see it, support it, and/or rent it.

The personal irony is that I've eliminated spending money on most non-essentials like movies in theaters. So, I probably won't go. I'd love to be part of the good turn-out this weekend to catch the attention and get wider release, but my money priorities are elsewhere right now. I'll look forward to renting it. Glen makes excellent popcorn! Better than theater popcorn any day!

My Big Question of the Day

2009-04-06T18:20:00.001-07:00

Why are homemade cookies so good?

"Great Spirits"...Great Quote

2009-04-03T12:22:00.001-07:00

I find myself weary of seeing the previous post. I noticed I hadn't blogged for over a month -- almost two. Even though March was busy and brimming with blogolicious moments, events, and ponderings, none of that has yet to be included here.

So, for today's purpose, which is to merely move along the previous post, let me quote a brilliant man, Albert Einstein:

"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."

Don't you just feel like that some days? Either living the role of the great spirit or the mediocre mind.

Junk Mail Amusement

2009-02-11T09:50:00.000-08:00

Today I went through our mail, and here is what I scanned through:

Save hundreds of dollars a year! (Insurance offer)
Changes to the IRS Code have been passed that directly affect your Teacher Retirement System benefits -- Mr. Peterson (I'm the teacher in the house)
An extra $5,000 now... (preferred homeowners)
Our bundle is better (Charter Cable)
Glen, we have $7,500 available for you RIGHT NOW. (financial services)
Open a free checking account and cash in our $100 offer (bank merge)
This is to inform you that your automotive warranty may have expired (company not clearly identified)

It is my lucky day! So many opportunities to profit...or not. Well, I'm off to the shredder.

Rachel Carson Insight

2009-02-08T12:19:00.000-08:00

I am reading The Sense of Wonder, by Rachel Carson, 1956. The text is memorable to me...I do love nature. She is quotable.

"If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in."

"I sincerely believe that for the child, and for the parent seeking to guide him, it is not half so important to know as to feel. If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow. The years of early childhood are the time to prepare the soil. Once the emotions have been aroused -- a sense of the beautiful, the excitement of the new and the unknown, a feeling of sympathy, pity, admiration, or love-- then we wish for knowledge about the object of our emotional response. Once found, it has lasting meaning. It is more important to pave the way for the child to want to know than to put him on a diet of facts he is not ready to assimilate."

These are powerful thoughts. I hear parents and educators express anxiety about not knowing enough. Find freedom as a preparer of soil, as facilitator.

As an educator, and as an aunt and friend to children and young adults, I think Carson's perspective provides an anchor to learning together. We are now in a postmodern society and some education and parenting is still in the modern tradition (facts rule).

What are kids really into as they reach perhaps middle school and on into adult life -- music. Where would you categorize music, if you had to do so? Fact? Or emotion?

Think about traditional school life, largely based on fact management, so as to make it easy to test kids and evaluate the success of the school. Probably because emotion is hard to quantify and term useful or productive in modern tradition. As school years progress, have you noticed that many kids disconnect from learning as modeled for them in tradition school experiences? I have.

Listen to great people in interviews as to why so many drop out of high school. Their answers miss the obvious in many responses, at least for me. Perhaps an answer may be found in these thoughts shared by Carson. The delicate balance of facts and emotion. I also think the force (as in the silent hand that steers all things classroom) to learn the facts continues to quietly shout or whisper with a roar in such a way that many kids inadvertently become convinced that they are stupid, or at least not good enough, that they do not measure up. So why would they stay in school? Besides the fact that school gives them time to listen to their Ipods [music...emotion] and possibly feel something, even if only drama, in friendships.

Older students are fighting for meaning. Traditional school often does not offer that. Isn't it more powerful to be able to know how to research and find facts (which do tend to change and expand anyway...I memorized nine planets, case in point), and discern the truth (I once saw several pages of Internet opportunities to go whale watching in Lake Michigan, for example), and then use the truth. Kids often merely memorize and complete assignments to play the game of school, often without true context and connection, often at stages of development that cannot support the experience (higher math for me). [Note: I do highly value the important skill of completing assignments and doing so on time...very practical.]

Thank you, Lord, for teachers that engage students and prepare the "soil" for the facts to grow through best practices in the classroom and hearts to serve human beings fighting for their souls while society values them as future producers in the economy. Good teachers facilitate the invitation for a child to "want to know," and provide earthy, warm, nutritious soil to grow.

And what about passing along a life-gripping, authentic faith in Christ to the next generation? Do we simply pound the facts of the faith and neglect the emotions which connect with the untamed mystery of God, those emotions that reveal a God bigger than my image of Him? I have observed many kids growing up with all the facts of the faith, but it doesn't quite translate in to a passion to follow Christ in authentic living and continued hunger and growth. They often can simple tell you why they are right and others are wrong. That is a bridge to nowhere. Get out the yellow "Caution" tape.

We all learn to give the right answers. How do we learn to ask the right questions? To wonder. I wonder. Thank you, Rachel Carson, for a good read on the Sense of Wonder.

A Great Day

2009-02-08T12:10:00.000-08:00

Today is a great day. I'll try a haiku to capture it.

Winter, cloudy, cold,
Cozy with promise of rain,
Home by fire reading.

Broken Dishwasher Strengthens Marriage

2009-01-28T10:27:00.000-08:00

Our dishwasher is broken. It has been broken for several weeks. We now hand wash the dishes. Sometimes that is a time demand that is tough to keep up during our busy days. We are unable to replace the dishwasher at this time due to other priorities and the need to research a new one, with the hope of getting a reliable one.

For much of our marriage the rule is whoever cooks does the clean-up. That has been practical because of our cooking styles. Glen cleans up as he goes. I love to spread my cooking mess around the kitchen like a junk yard of culinary fun. So, naturally, Glen prefers that I clean up after my cooking adventures.

Last night, Glen and I did the dishes together. He washed and I dried and put away. This old fashioned activity got us up off the evening couch, postponed our TV vegetative states, and took us away from our laptops. The laptops have been known to consume the evenings, since we both work and play on our computers, side by side, as the night slips away.

I have to confess that time spent side by side doing the dishes provided a time to unwind together, accomplish a goal with immediate reward, and a venue for light-hearted, random conversation. It was fun. I really enjoyed it.

I hope we do more dish washing together. It was just such a simple way to enjoy time together, like a leisurely ride in the car. Plus, the cook gets out of the kitchen faster when two tackle the dishes.

So, in this day and age of so many "conveniences," do we lose that easy going time together that inconveniences provide? That are a path to slowing down and sharing life in conversation? In addition, we stopped eating out as often several years ago. I discovered how we each enjoy the creative process of taking time to collect and combine various food ingredients into a rewarding (usually) evening meal, less expensive and usually healthier in portions and nutrition! Back to the simpler way of living step-by-step. We also clean our home on our own now, due to budget cuts. That is relaxing and rewarding, too. At least for us. And it involves a bit of physical activity, which is always good. Big, yet subtle, benefits. Finding time is still the challenge, but the benefits are nice. Am I crazy?

"A & A" E-mails (Alarm & Alert)...Groan!

2009-01-25T16:28:00.000-08:00

I have recently thought more about these “A&A” e-mails...”Alarm & Alert” that I get from time to time, usually forwarded. I realize that I can give little to no attention to them. I don’t have the time, energy, or priority space to dig deeper to find out truth and separate bias and then truly influence an outcome. I must devote my days to things that I can impact and want to give heart energy and head space to — things that God has called me to devote my life to in serving Him.

There is so much information available to us through e-mail that we each need to determine how to manage it. And this is my plan. I must each figure out how to avoid the distractions of electronic information, in an effort to focus on what is before me that truly needs my attention. At my 80th birthday party, when I look back on my life, will I think figuring out a right response to these types of e-mails made a difference? Of course, not! If I gave the time to studying God’s word instead, wouldn’t that be time better spent? Or sharing a cup of coffee to catch up with a neighbor? Or bowing in prayer for the leaders of my church and nation? Here is a good filter from Stephen Covey:

Circle of Concern - Circle of Influence
From The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People
Habit 1: Be Proactive
Determine what you can do instead of worry over what you have no control over.
Circle of Concerns - all those worries
Circle of Influence - from those worries, select things you can actually do something about. Be pro-active and get going! This will decrease the list of worries.

"Covey distinguishes between the have's ('If only I had...') and the be's ('I can be...'). Focusing on what you don't like is disempowering. Focusing on what you can do is proactive and empowering. 'Be part of the solution,' Covey suggests, 'not part of the problem.'"

[Comments from Mary R. Bast, PhD]

And the rest...learn to let it go and trust God. So, I will be deleting "A & A" e-mails and moving on.

Liberal or Conservative Quiz

2009-01-24T14:07:00.000-08:00

I just took a quiz online to see if I'm liberal or conservative on political issues. It was interesting. I tested "liberal." I am not surprised. I'm beginning to relax about the label. The label can cause negative reactions from people I call friends and loved ones. Hopefully, they've taken the time to hear my perspective and to understand it, even though we may not agree. To begin with, I determine my opinions by using my world view based in following Christ and what I know of him through Scripture and other wise followers. This is probably very similar to how conservatives form their opinions, interestingly enough. After starting there, I then reflect on my experience with real people in real situations and I study different social, economic, and political issues. I am conservative with Scripture. Liberal is not a bad thing to be.

Encarta® World English Dictionary © 1999
lib·er·al (adj)

tolerant of different views and standards of behavior in others
favoring gradual reform, especially political reforms that extend democracy, distribute wealth more evenly, and protect the personal freedom of the individual
generous with money, time, or some other asset
not limited to the literal meaning in translation or interpretation
concerned with general cultural matters and broadening of the mind rather than professional or technical study
relating to a political ideology of liberalism

Elusive Contentment & Words of Whoa!

2009-01-21T09:45:00.000-08:00

If complaints were laden with calories, would you be overweight? If comments that build up a brother or sister -- any person created in God's image burned calories, would you be lean? I'm all for discernment, wisdom, and good judgement, and even critical thinking and solid reasoning. I acknowledge we are all on a journey. Yet I need to work on my responses to events and choices others make. I want to be a more thoughtful and understanding person. So often I may jump to conclusions, criticizing a complete stranger or someone well known without knowing the full story and without stopping to realize this person is of value to God the father and I don't know how God is working in that moment. As Andy Marin, author of Love is an Orientation, wisely shared, "God is at work in a person's life. We do not know when that starts or where it will end." I need to remember this and stay open to God's work hidden or visible to me, and learn to love with my words and deeds. This reflection was prompted by listening to people respond to the ingauguration ceremony and the prayers and the poem and the fashion for the ball. Here we go!

Inauguration Impressions

2009-01-20T08:47:00.000-08:00

Peaceful transfer of power - this is a big deal in and of itself in today's world
The sea of people crested in waves of American flags in joyful patient assembly
Rick Warren's prayer: "You are loving to everyone you have made...hinge point of history...our first African American president...grateful to live in a land...give to our new president the wisdom to lead us with humility...bless and protect...united not by race, religion, or blood but by our commitment to freedom and justice for all....to share, to serve, and to seek the common good of all...to work for a more just, healthy,...peaceful planet....
"Simple Gifts" played eloquently
A speech to be read in review as soon as it is published on the web
Silence of my friends who fear his leadership and doubt his authenticity
Praise song reading
A benediction..."God of our weary years...silent tears...who brought us along thus far...we give thanks and pray for you blessing upon your servant, his family, and his adminsitration....mend our brokenness, heal our wounds, and end us from exploiting the poor...." [worth reading once it is on the web]
And hooray! It's a new day in America.

A New Song for a New Day

2009-01-19T23:05:00.000-08:00

http://dipdive.com/

MLK Day & GOBAMA!

2009-01-19T13:52:00.000-08:00

The words and ideals of Martin Luther King, Jr. inspire me and continue to challenge my heart. I honor his legacy and courage today.

The inauguration of the 44th President has been significant for me. Maybe it's because it feels to me like he is a common man, not from a wealthy political family, that connects for me. Maybe it's because he moved to Chicago, as did I, after college and still love Chicago to this day. Maybe it is because I'm a fan of Michelle and think the girls are sweet. I won't go into more detail here and now on why I am so engaged in the new day with new leadership and responding to the call to participate in the "we" of "Yes, we can." It has been stirring and tomorrow, Inauguration Ceremony and other festivities, will be a highlight. I pray for the health and safety of the family, along with God's wisdom and grace in days to come.

So, no more fat and critical. I'll work to be fit and hopeful so I can keep up with the work ahead for all of us, living in a way that honors God and helps me learn to love my neighbor making life for others more meaningful through values that unite these states.

Birth Order

2009-01-14T22:50:00.000-08:00

I once spoke to an author of a book on birth order and how that impacts our development as people. At that time, I thought I was first born. I realized recently that I am in fact second born. My older sister did not survive and I don't know her yet, but hope to meet her one day in Heaven. So, does that make me second born with first born expectations? I've always felt I didn't have exactly the qualities of first borns. Maybe this is part of it. How much weight do we put in all that anyway? It is interesting, but I won't lose sleep over it.
Something that is more interesting to me is my younger brother. Second born or third? Who knows how those things go? What I do know is that he and I are friends now and that is a recent development over the past couple years. I'm really enjoying having a sibling friend. I guess I was kind of an only child for about 10 years while my brother had split from the family. He is such a blessing to the family now and has been so kind to our aging parents in Ohio. I am grateful. Ric is pictured below.

Now, think about this. My husband is first born, and if I have the first born role, experts say two first borns should never marry. Well, I'm so glad we did. It is fun. [Top photo is Glen, my husband, and I]

Welcome 2009!

2009-01-01T17:17:00.000-08:00

I am glad to greet the new year. I have some things to look forward to doing. I'm grateful to God for his guidance and for each new day he gives. Although I had (have) a cold over my winter break (Christmas vacation), I enjoyed time with loved ones -- family and friends. I enjoyed our home, even though decorations were minimal this year. Most of all, I enjoyed sharing life with my very cool husband, who is making popcorn as I write. I just felt so grateful for all the good in the times at hand.

Announcement #1

2008-12-16T09:16:00.000-08:00

I read Luke 1:1-25 today. It is Christmas, so naturally I love reading those related passages in Scripture. So here is how it goes down...

Zechariah is at work. An angel named Gabriel appears at his job site. Zechariah feels fear. So, the fear thing at seeing an angel. Isn't that so human?!! I can relate to that response. The angel addresses that fear with "Don't be afraid." That's good. Would I snap out of it that easily?

Anyway, the angel goes on to say "For God has heard your prayer and your wife, Elizabeth, will bear you a son!" Were there other wives? OK. Not the point. The prayer may be referenced in v. 25. So the angel goes on with the specifics: call him John, no wine because he'll be filled with the Holy Spirit, even before his birth, and his work will be to turn people to the Lord.*

Zechariah listens to the "good news" and questions immediately. Oh, so human! The part where we all flee to the facts in the face of faith..."How can I know this will happen? I'm an old man now, and my wife is also well along in years." And then the angel silenced him for a few months. So there.

Then he goes outside where the people have been waiting for him. And he can't speak. "They then realized from his gestures that he must have seen a vision." Now picture that! There's a round of Charades not to be missed. I can just imagine that non-verbal communication.

I can also relate to God answering my prayer and me being surprised or questioning. Oh, brother. Humans!

Anyway, God is amazing.

*I'm curious to think more about why "no wine or hard liquor" is connected with being filled with the Spirit. I am also curious about the concept of "turn" people to the Lord. When I turn, I change my direction, my focus, my view. That sounds nice and an invitation to something else. It doesn't sound like that's a condemnation.

The Purpose of Christmas, A Book

2008-12-06T15:52:00.000-08:00

I have recently noticed a new book by Rick Warren, called The Purpose of Christmas. Here is some information I read on the web about it that made me more curious to read it. I haven't heard anyone mention this title yet. I just don't want another cliche Christmas book. I have so much respect for Rick Warren, so I'm interested in what the book might say, but haven't bought it to read. I was also moved to see what the proceeds will go to fund and my heart also aches for the five issues mentioned below in the last section. If you have read the book, let me know.

From a web article:

Rick Warren: “This book, The Purpose of Christmas, is the most clear definition of Christianity – of what it means to follow Jesus, what it means to be saved – of anything I’ve ever written,” Warren says.

Using Christmas, the book explains why Jesus Christ came to earth – which Warren says can be summed up through the three statements given by the angels that appeared at the first Christmas.

“First, he (the angel) said ‘I bring you good news of great joy.’ It’s a time for celebration,” explains Warren. “And then he says, ‘for on this day is born to you a savior, who is Christ the Lord.’ It’s a time for salvation. And then he says ‘Peace on earth; goodwill toward men.’ It’s a time for reconciliation."

“Jesus Christ came to the earth for celebration, salvation, and reconciliation,” Warren says. “In other words, to make peace with God, to make peace with ourselves, to make peace with other people.”

Like the book, all net proceeds of the CD will go to benefit Saddleback Church's PEACE Plan – a global initiative created by Warren to mobilize millions of Christians in the fight against the five global giants of spiritual emptiness, self-centered leadership, extreme poverty, pandemic disease and illiteracy/education.

http://www.christianpost.com/article/20081107/rick-warren-releases-new-book-star-studded-christmas-cd.htm

Favorite Flavors

2008-12-06T13:19:00.000-08:00

I love Christmas time for many reasons. Simple, playful, and deeply meaningful reasons and everything in-between. I have two favorite flavors that dominate this season. Peppermint and eggnog -- not together, however. Peppermint ice cream, Starbuck's Peppermint Mocha holiday beverage, peppermint tea, peppermint milkshakes (introduced to me by my mother-in-law), peppermint bark -- it's all good. In moderation, of course. And then eggnog. Eggnog ice cream, Starbuck's Eggnog Latte holiday beverage, and a frothy cup of good old eggnog. I think I'll make eggnog milkshakes this year for something new to me. Growing up, my family would sit quietly at the end of the day on Christmas Eve, near the lovely decorated tree, still empty beneath, and sip a traditional cup of eggnog from little demitasse cups used only for this occasion, while we paused to be still at the apex of Christmas excitement for children. I remember that with fondness. Oh, and by the way, my eggnog enjoyment does not involve brandy or rum, just the creamy, thick, richness of the glug-glugging eggnog plain.

Hooray for a Hundred

2008-12-02T16:49:00.000-08:00

I just reached my 100th friend on Facebook. And I actually know most of them. Yippee. That's plenty for me. I'll rest now.

Thanksgiving...Possibly My Favorite

2008-11-26T16:45:00.001-08:00

I love Thanksgiving. I love the simplicity of meeting in a warm home, a table generously spread with delicious food, and loved ones gathered all around for the purpose of giving thanks. No gifts to buy. No schedule to keep that is overwhelming. I am blessed because I have enjoyed my family and my in-laws through the years, as well as many wonderful friends. I know of others have a difficult time returning home for holiday events, and my heart goes out to them. I also know of others who have nowhere to go, and though I keep an eye out for those souls each year, I've found it difficult to locate them to invite them to join us.

I am so grateful to God for his lessons, his blessings, and his faithfulness to his plan for me expressed in love. Good gifts come from him. He gives us things to enjoy. This year was sprinkled with fears and challenges, as well as days of peace, happiness, and fun. In all circumstances, I survive or thrive with God's blessing.

Our needs were met. We redefined our wants. Our hearts broke for others with struggles in health, loss of loved ones, immigration status, emotional battles, natural disasters, broken hearts, and more -- all reminders of the brokenness of the world and our need for a loving Savior -- each day and the hope of Heaven. And from Thanksgiving, I move on to anticipation...Advent...remembering the coming of Christ to earth. Will I ever be able to truly grasp the bigness of that event? I, just the same, celebrate with joy.

In Response to a Forwarded E-Mail

2008-11-12T10:49:00.000-08:00

I got an e-mail about the outrage of a holiday stamp not reflecting Christmas. Here are my thoughts:

Why would anyone not of the [a certain] faith buy this stamp anyway? I don’t think a BOYCOTT is needed. I think to list “Remember...[a list of tragedies credited to a certain group]” creates fear and anger and distracts us from Christ’s direction to love our neighbors and our enemies. Plus, this e-mail is focused against extremists, which is unfair and breeds hate, again, not a virtue Christ calls us to seek. And the whole “Remember...” thing...that has nothing to do with forgiveness modeled by my Savior, the ultimate Ruler of the universe and beyond.

[The e-mail stated, "They don't even believe in Christ and they're getting their own Christmas stamp, but don't dream of posting the ten commandments on federal property?"]

[The e-mail also stated to pass the e-mail along to every Christian and patriotic American. It also made the statement] Religious holidays have nothing to do with patriotism in my mind. And regarding the connection to the 10 commandments in public schools or wherever. Whoever wrote that does not understand the separation of church and state concept accurately, which really does serve believers well. Nor are the 10 commandments the main focus or the magic bullet of Christianity and getting morality into culture. The state cannot endorse a religion, so posting the 10 commandments in a school where children are required to attend is a violation of that premise. However, purchasing a stamp is purely preferential and optional, so it is not an endorsement of anything. Probably just a marketing idea.

The Kingdom of God does not have political borders. All are invited. Christ died to save us all. It we concentrate on drawing divisive lines on things as small and unimportant as a stamp purchase, we are ignoring a greater call.

I read some background on the stamp from the US Postal Service. It is interesting. I found the explanation of the festivals interesting. I’m not going to give this much more thought than that. I wish everyone believed in Christ, but a stamp is not a roadblock to that.

And by the way, who calls this a “new Christmas stamp” as stated in the Subject line of the e-mail? That’s kinda funny. It isn’t a Christmas stamp. It is a holiday stamp for another faith group. They probably don’t buy our Christmas stamps. I wonder if they send around similar e-mails.

The Theology of Politics

2008-11-06T09:51:00.000-08:00

I know many, many Christians were praying for the election and the results. I believe God answered those prayers. So, now what? The one I voted for won. Many loved ones are unhappy with the outcome. So, did God not answer their prayers? Did they get an answer they don't want? Are they not grateful for God's providence? Do we think we know how God is working and why He does what he does? With my nearsighted limits, spiritually thinking, I cannot presume to know God's plan. I can presume to know God's promises because they are clear in His Word. So, to me, it's still good. How do we know when the government becomes too important to having our lives go our way? I'm not even sure I know what I mean by that exactly. I'm just fascinated by how politics shapes our theology, when I imagine it needs to be the other way around. Too deep for so early in the day.

Things You Don't Hear in Campain Commercials

2008-11-03T08:56:00.000-08:00

[Yes, I did spell "campaign" wrong in the post title. It has been a pain at times.]

This is an excerpt from Donald Miller's blog. Donald Miller closed in prayer at the Democratic National Convention 2008. He is a Christian, an author, and more. I found his blog post, "From Reagan to Obama, a Brief Political History," profound.

http://donmilleris.com/2008/11/03/from-reagan-to-obama-a-brief-political-history/

"While in Denver I met people from the Obama Campaign. I met Joshua Dubois and Paul Monteiro, Obama’s faith-policy advisors. Paul, like me, had been a Republican until recently. He is a staunch pro-life conservative who got tired of Republicans not making enough strides on the issue and was won over by the dramatic effect economic policy has on unwanted pregnancy and the bottom-up effects of economic stimulation as opposed to the conservative, supply-side policy. And Joshua spoke to me about Senator Obama’s personal faith, his commitment to close his events in prayer, his daily morning devotions and his twenty-year history of talking openly about Jesus. I didn’t need to be won over. I’d started a mentoring foundation in Portland two years before and was attracted to Obama’s message on responsible fatherhood (along with his backing of The Responsible Fatherhood Act.)"

Editorial from Biola Student

2008-11-02T11:18:00.000-08:00

This editorial was sent in an e-mail to me by a friend. The writer does a great job expressing some of the complexities of campaign issues for followers of Christ. I found it well done and hopeful.

By Student Author
October 28, 2008, 8:48 p.m.

I’m writing this article because I think the Christian Right needs to take
a long hard look at its policy agenda and make some changes.

Religion, morality, and politics are inherently intermingled and therefore
should not be separated. However, in order for Christians to be a witness
to the secular world, changes must occur in our political ideology and
group behaviors. It’s time for the Christian Right to end its exclusive
ties with the Republican Party. Republicans focus on personal morality
issues like gay marriage and abortion, but they often ignore the equally
important issues of social injustices and human rights.

Same-sex marriage is understandably a controversial issue. Christians are
correct in opposing same-sex marriages; however if we’re amending the
California Constitution to state “only marriage between a man and a
woman,” why not add “until death do them part” and outlaw divorce, too?
This would kill two birds with one stone. I am being facetious, but
honestly divorce is a larger problem in our society than gay marriage will
ever be. Our resources might be better spent enriching family life than
denying rights to gays, especially considering the Christian divorce rate
is virtually the same as the secular one.

The other moral issue, abortion, is an emotional issue because it
represents the negative implications of a fallen culture. Abortion is
morally wrong; however overturning Roe v. Wade would be problematic on a
logistical level. Studies show homosexuals are the leading group showing
interest in adoption, and there are currently not enough Christian
families willing to adopt the annual 1.2 million aborted babies. I’m sure
you can figure out why this is a problem.

Criminalization of abortion also creates a criminal law dilemma.
Illegalizing abortion would force district attorneys to prosecute
back-alley abortions as first-degree murder. Prosecuting scared teenage
girls with murder when their motivation was not malicious but driven by
fear, creates a messy legal predicament and hinders true justice.

Abortion-on-demand is wrong, and will be judged by God. Meanwhile,
Christians should focus their attention on de facto abortions rather than
de jure abortions, meaning we should increase sex education, promote
abstinence, and support crisis pregnancy centers and allow for the
proliferation of birth control use. These are the most effective ways of
deterring abortion.

Aside from these moral issues, the Christian right associates with the
political party which often opposes minimum wage increases, worker’s
unions, and wealth redistribution through entitlements. The Bible is clear
about how important the poor, disabled, widowed, and elderly are to God,
and how evil the love of money is. While there are Christians who do care
for the needy, there is a gap between how much non-government agents are
accomplishing and how much help is needed.

Republicans often advocate increased defense spending over entitlement
programs. This allocation pulls resources from our own single mothers,
widowers and orphans. And as for international aid, it takes away from the
resources needed to help the millions across the globe who live on under a
dollar a day. As Christians, we should advocate foreign aid being lent out
in the form of food and medical supplies, not weapons. The Republican
Party supports the war against radical Islamic fascism while ignoring
genocide, disease and human trafficking problems. The majority of our
society is unaware of the genocide in Rwanda and Darfur, or that Orange
County has an extremely large concentration of enslaved human trafficking
victims.

In summation I am calling for a reevaluation of the policymaking agenda
set by the Christian right. By reallocating our time, energy and money
into reforms that are biblical, efficient, and free of hypocrisy, the
Christian Right can better tackle societal ills and serve as a witness to
the world.

What is a Liberal, Politically Speaking?

2008-11-02T11:11:00.000-08:00

The term "liberal" has been thrown around lately as a label that is selected to describe some of my loved ones and some of my own political positions on issues. It sounded negative to me, and I didn't care for it. Then I realized I didn't really know what the term means in American politics. So I started some research. Here's what Wikipedia had to say. It's nice, actually. I can see the liabilities, but overall, it is a good political perspective. I was pleasantly surprised. I don't totally trust Wikipedia, but that is an easy place to start.

Liberalism is a broad class of political philosophies that consider individual liberty to be the most important political goal.^[1]

Liberalism emphasizes individual rights and equality of opportunity. Within liberalism there are various streams of thought which compete over the use of the term "liberal" and may propose very different policies, but they are generally united by their support for a number of principles, including freedom of thought and speech, limitations on the power of governments, the rule of law, an individual's right to private property,^[2] free markets,^[2] and a transparent system of government.^[3] All liberals, as well as some adherents of other political ideologies, support some variant of the form of government known as liberal democracy, with open and fair elections, where all citizens have equal rights by law.^[4]

Modern liberalism has its roots in the Age of Enlightenment and rejected many foundational assumptions that dominated most earlier theories of government, such as the Divine Right of Kings, hereditary status, established religion, and economic protectionism.^[5]^[6]^[7]

The first modern liberal state was the United States of America^[8], founded on the principle that "all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to insure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.^[9] Pioneers of liberalism such as Adam Smith conceptualized free markets, free trade, invisible hand, spontaneous order, and how they lead to prosperity. Liberals argued that economic systems based on free markets are more efficient and generate more prosperity.^[10]

Thoughts from Thinkers

2008-11-01T12:55:00.000-07:00

“The political leaders with whom we are familiar generally aspire to be superstars rather than heroes. The distinction is crucial. Superstars strive for approbation*; heroes walk alone. Superstars crave consensus; heroes define themselves by the judgment of a future they see it as their task to bring about.”

-- Henry Kissinger
[*ap·pro·ba·tion n: 1. approval, consent, or appreciation; 2. the official approving, authorizing, or sanctioning of something]

“God Almighty has set before me two great objects: the suppression of the Slave Trade and the reformation of manners.”

-- William Wilberforce

October 28, 1787

[Note: 46 years later and three days before his death, slavery was abolished throughout the entire British empire.]

Truth to Pierce the Heart

2008-10-29T07:38:00.000-07:00

"This type of thinking and name-calling is the beginning of the dehumanization of a person or ethnic group. We objectify and project negative qualities onto those we fear or despise. It is difficult to discriminate against and mistreat a person when you identify with them or think of them as being "like us." However, if we can reduce them to 'ni----- [I chose to leave the word out], 'terrorists,' 'savages,' or 'dogs,' or distance them from ourselves as 'illegal aliens,' they become less than human and acceptable objects of mistreatment. After that, the transition from discrimination to hatred and bigotry becomes easier and easier; racism and 'ethnic cleansing' can be justified by well-meaning people as something they are doing to protect the good in the name of the Lord."

Brenda Salter McNeil
A Credible Witness
p. 31

This is a painful path that is brewing all around us. As a follower of Christ, I must live my life in step with Jesus as demonstrated in his encounter with the woman at the well.

Immigrant

2008-10-27T13:07:00.000-07:00

I am 1/4 Dutch. My grandpa immigrated through Ellis Island at age 19 from Rotterdam. My heart goes out to others who immigrated through less politically popular circumstances. Many good people come to this country with much to offer, just the same as my grandfather, but coming from a different latitude to face other attitudes. Where is the justice? Just wondering. I understand there are limits to resources to care well for each other. But what is truly limiting those resources? And are those limits equitable?

I started thinking about this issue again when my friend recently told me she was third generation American, same as I am. She told me someone recently asked her what part of Mexico she was from. She wasn't sure if that question implied any attitude or not, but it caught her off guard. And she didn't know for sure where her grandfather was from in Mexico, anyway. No one ever asks me what part of Holland/The Netherlands I'm from. Made me think.

Foamy Soap

2008-10-25T10:32:00.000-07:00

I just love foamy soap. This is currently one of the simple, little, inconsequential highlights in my life. And why not?!! I've been wrestling with all the propositions pending on our November ballot, trying to weave my way through the propaganda to find truth in light of Scripture, and form an opinion. That has been exhausting. So, soap is a pleasant distraction. I have a soap dispenser at the kitchen sink. It fills my hand with a squirt of soft, foamy, lemony bubbles. It has a light feel, a fresh smell, and a silly look -- this foamy soap in my hand. More public restrooms have it now, too. It's easier to wash my hands with that kind of soap, too. But I just enjoy the light, fresh bubbliness. It is just that simple. A little ahhhhhhhhhh in the day.

Pugs on Parade

2008-10-18T14:54:00.001-07:00

In the "tail" end of an o-too-long campaign, I must have needed a lighthearted moment. I was driving to meet a friend for brunch this morning, stopped at a light. A man was crossing the street with his two Pug brand dogs on leashes marching along beside him. Suddenly and randomly, I realized the dogs' quick little legs were stepping along with the rhythm of the jazz piece playing on my car radio, and the man's stride was matching a second layer of beat in the jazz song. I just had to laugh. Yes, it was a "had to be there" kind of moment, but like a mini-marching band without instruments, on the move, it was musical fun to watch, listening to Saturday morning happy jazz. All in the few moments it takes to wait at the light, I realized the rhythms of life continue no matter what issues are on the ballot and who is elected to office. Sweet!