Sunday, December 31, 2006
We're Penn State fans, so tomorrow we'll watch the Nittany Lions take on Tennessee in the Outback Bowl. Our daughters got indoctrinated early on into the appreciation of football watching Penn State in its heyday, and being dragged through the shrine to JoePa at Happy Valley numerous times over the years. I hope they win.
The beginning of the new year is also a time to look forward to new adventures. My friend, Melodie, has challenged us to look to the Holy Spirit's direction to 'name' the upcoming year, representing what we believe God is speaking into our lives. I'm naming my new year 'breakthrough'. In Genesis 38, there is an account of twins being born, with 'twin number two' (Perez) breaking through and becoming 'twin number one', ...of something happening which would not have happened in the 'normal' course of events. That event became a blessing later bestowed on Boaz and Ruth "...may your family be like that of Perez" (Ruth 4:12). I'm looking for a Perez year for my family!
I hope that you, too, enjoy the final few hours of 2006 and that 2007 is your best yet!
Friday, December 29, 2006
I finally finished shopping Christmas Eve afternoon around 4:45 P.M.... the closest I've ever cut it :-#. We finished decorating the tree around 11 P.M. and then Leah and Samantha made what was supposed to be a pretzel strawberry jello salad for Christmas dinner. Note: never try this when you are tired and it is late, ... you can't hurry jello. It didn't taste as bad as it looked.
Ash & Nate got the gift we bought at The Sharper Image, tho' they are thinking about exchanging it for the robotic monkey head.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
The President commends the Super Bowl Champion Steelers
Troy Polamalu and James Farrior
and five cousins having fun!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Hayford has written a small book called The Mary Miracle, which I recommend. This broadcast message sums up the message of the book. He speaks of the dynamic that occurs when God gives a word, a promise, to us, and we ask, 'How can this be?' In Luke 1:37 (For with God nothing is impossible), the full meaning of the word impossible is that 'no word of God is absent of the power needed to fulfill it'. Hayford says that when God gives you a word, it is conceived in you, it grows within you, and it is delivered through you. When you are pregnant with a promise, you will be stretched as the promise grows within you, ...and it will change the way you walk.
Here is the link to the broadcast which you can watch online (Oneplace.com, Spirit Formed, Sat. Dec. 23, 2006). I'm sorry, but I couldn't find it as a podcast. I hope you get a chance to watch it (30 minutes), if not today, then sometime soon... and I, too, wish you a Mary Christmas.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
I think many of us are problably motivated by the desire to provide gifts which will please the recipients. I am one of those people who also thinks of contingency plans, and I try to have things to fall back on, or a few gifts in reserve for those unexpected needs. I will NEVER again be faced with the tear-filled puppy-dog eyes of a five year old who can't play with her Talking Mickey Mouse because I forgot to buy the batteries (these were the good ol' days when NOTHIING was open on Christmas Day)! I hate to deal with disappointment, so, I deal with even more self-imposed pressure these last days before Christmas to think of every possible thing that can go wrong, and be ready to 'save the day'.
I was often charged with the task of buying the gifts for my kids on behalf of grandparents/ aunts/uncles who wanted them to have 'things they'd love'. Therefore, I always knew what gifts they were getting, and at the various stages of gift-opening, I was known to say... "If you didn't get what you were hoping for, wait a little while, you still may get it." I knew what was in store for them, because I had prepared it for them; I had things coordinated and in place which I knew would ultimately delight them. They love surprises!
I have found that God gives us what we need, when we need it. Just in the nick of perfect time, He pulls out the last minute gifts. He tells us what we need to know, when we need to know it, and usually not before that. He's the author of our novel, and it's full of surprises and it has a happy ending for those commited to His purpose and called by His name. He says that if we delight in Him, He'll write His desires on our hearts, and fulfill them, and that those who hope in Him will not be disappointed. He's got all the contingency plans covered. So, if you didn't get what you were hoping for, wait a little while, you still may get it. But regardless, know that He's not thwarted by broken toys or depleted batteries.
I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.
Jer. 29:11 The Message
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I find myself speculating on what it would have been like to be one of His brothers or sisters, who apparently didn't know or believe He was God until after His death and resurrection. I wonder what went through their minds when they did finally realize it, and think... 'yeah, I always wondered why He was the best at Hide 'n Seek... He always KNEW where we were hiding!' I wonder if, looking back, they were ashamed at how they sometimes treated Him, or a little angry when He always forgave them when they took His things, instead of beating them up. I wonder if, while remembering things from their childhood, He seemed bigger in their eyes.
In the book, Prince Caspian, by C. S. Lewis (part of the Chronicles of Narnia, another one of my favorites), the four children return to Narnia, having grown up a little. While searching in the hills, Lucy sees Aslan (Jesus) once again, and she says to him, "Aslan, you're bigger!" And he answers her, "That is because you are older." Jack Hayford suggests that statement reflects the fact that the longer we know Him, and the more we learn of Him, the bigger He becomes in our eyes.
This goes contrary to what is normal... usually, things become smaller, less extraordinary in our eyes, the more familiar we become with them. But this isn't true of knowing God. The more I see Him at work in my life, and with each 'big' thing I see Him do, I feel smaller and He grows bigger, and bigger.About a year ago, a woman in Brazil gave birth to a big baby ... a whopping 17 lbs. (ouch!), one of the biggest on record. Doctors believe that as he grows, he'll become more 'normal' in size, relative to his peers. Jesus was likely a normal size baby, and as He grew physically, He probably looked 'normal' relative to His peers. But as they learned more of Him, He became much bigger. When I think of Jesus as a baby, I think of my own spiritual state when I was 're-born'... I trusted Him for my salvation. As I have grown, my trust, faith and expectations of Him have grown. And, the more I know of Him, the bigger He becomes.
But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there. Aslan
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
My primary reaction to that realization was one of complacency. Yeah, whatever... just buy them something! We went into The Sharper Image store, which I'd never done before, and I was fascinated by some of their merchandise. They had every imaginable iPod accessory, something called a Men's Turbo Groomer (which I hope is just a fancy shaver tho' it didn't look like one), battery operated votive candles that flicker... just like the real thing (??), and an electronic chimpanzee head that moves and squawks and responds to touch... just like the real thing! We actually spent about 10 minutes playing with that one, and for about 3 seconds, I considered buying it because it was... different, and... on sale! Fortunately, my daughter dragged me away because we were, well, drawing a crowd. I really did have fun in that store, though, and even bought something there.
I know that we give gifts at Christmastime to celebrate the birthday of The Savior. And I'm not going to patronize you by trying to explain that. I know that I'll participate in the ritual, finish my shopping, and give the normal gifts. And, I will continue to ask my Father to fill in the gaps for the other gifts I'd give if I could... for the feeble minds and the fragile bodies, for the aching hearts and the hopes deferred, for the plans and the future. I'll do what I can do, and trust that He will do what's best. I was fascinated by a robotic monkey head; He made the real monkey! I choose to overcome my complacency, and rejoice in the fact that the Giver is the Gift. The joy of giving won't come from what I can give, but from what He has already given.
When the 3 Magi came to see Jesus, they brought Him gifts. The Bible says they were overjoyed... they saw the child, they bowed down, and worshiped him; then they opened their treasures. They fell down, worshipped and gave. Me, too.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
I began doing this in conjunction with the Quick Study Life Lessons ministry (Ron & Rod Hembree), which provides a daily commentary and schedule for reading. I supplemented my reading with a Bible Commentary... it helped tremendously because it put what I was reading in context with the history of the world, as well as the rest of the Bible. The Bible commentary I started out with was actually one that I had purchased for my children and it was very concise and easy to underdstand (What the Bible is All About for Young Explorers). I eventually graduated to other, more extensive commentaries and other resources, but still refer back to the kid's book sometimes for timelines, etc. Once I understood certain connections between the books of the Bible, later references to events and characters I'd read earlier made so much more sense than just picking it up and reading it out of context. I'd been previously told by well-meaning Christians, that I didn't really need to read the Old Testament. Actually, the Old Testament books are my favorites, and I came to know God, The Father, as a compassionate, patient, loving and awesome God.
I had never known before, for example, that at one time (931 - 722 B.C.), the Jews comprised two separate nations who often opposed one another. I thought Judah and Israel were just two different names for the same group. They aren't, and it makes such a difference to know this when reading the writings of the prophets, for example. I was missing a lot. It also became clear to me that the book of the Revelation completes the promises begun in Genesis and things come full-circle.
One Bible commentator, Henrietta Mears, says that the Bible is not a history of mankind and the world, but it's a history of salvation, and God's relationship with man. Seen from that perspective, it made so much more sense to me.
Our church (Allison Park Church) always kicks the new year off by challenging us to be intentionally disciplined in seeking a deeper understanding of God, and a closer walk with Him. January would be a great time to begin reading the Bible from cover to cover, if you've never done that before. And if you have, try reading it again in a different translation. I intend to.
Some resources: Hayford's Bible Handbook, NIV Bible Commentary (F. F. Bruce, editor), Manners and Customs of the Bible (Packer & Tenny, editors), Followtherabbi.com
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Periodically, I like to go to the website that has photos from the Hubble Telescope. And while photographs can only give a limited perspective, based upon the limitations of the camera's 'eye', it totally amazes me to realize how small our planet is in the scope of the universe. Our sun, which is so, so big, is really comparatively small, and just a drop in the bucket of the cosmos. The cosmic photos on the website are really beautiful, and they represent billions and billions of unique celestial creations. Yet, even with the help of Hubble and other telescopes now scanning our universe from space, scientists admit to have no idea what makes up 99% of the universe.
And God made it all. And God knows it all. And most amazingly, Psalm 147:4 tells us that He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. And yet he knows the number of hairs on my head... and yours, too... and He cares for us.
When we look up into the sky at night and see so many stars, we are only seeing a feeble glimse of what is out there. One of the exciting records of the Hubble Telescope is called the Hubble Deep Field, produced when the telescope photographed a tiny patch of what seemed to be almost starless space for 10 days and subsequently showed an image full of galaxies. Even though they couldn't be 'seen', they were (and are) still there.
The reason this all stirs my soul... and it really does... is because my little brain is screaming, "Dear God, I've forgotten... how big... You are." I can get so wrapped up in my 'impossibilities', and focused upon what I think I know, that I forget that there's so much more going on than my 'eye' can see. I don't need a telescope to know that He's working in ways I can't perceive, because He says so.
And that's called faith... being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Just because I can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there.
If this piques your astronomical imagination, here's an amateur video online which talks about the Hubble Deep Field (tho' from a more secular perspective).
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
This is Maggie, our Old English Sheepdog. This is pretty much what she looked like at 3:00 A.M. this morning, too.
Maggie became a member of our family when she was 6 weeks old... that was over 11 years ago. So, in dog years, she's about 79. She's acting her age and doing some odd things she never did before. She's the only dog we've ever had, so I don't know if it's normal behavior, but then again, she's NEVER been normal. But I love her, nonetheless.
She's got arthritis in her back legs, so she doesn't do steps anymore. This is a challenge in a split entry home. Lately, she's also decided that she likes sleeping in the living room at night instead in our bedroom, AND she doesn't like to sleep there alone. So, around 1:00 A.M. for the past 4 nights, she's been in the living room, barking. Loudly. If one of us goes and sits with her, she'll lie down there and go to sleep. But if we get up and move back to the bedroom, she knows... and she starts barking and pacing again. So, for the past two nights, I've been up with her (and Bruce the two nights prior to that). And while Maggie CAN sleep in the living room, I CAN'T. I really can't reason with her, and she's too big to carry, so I sit with her, I have compassion on her. And, wide awake, I think, 'how can I blog this?'
I mentioned once before that one of my all time favorite books is Le Petite Prince (The Little Prince) by Antoine de St. Exupéry. I was thinking about a quote from that book, which says, "Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce qu tu as apprivoisé." In English, it translates, "You become forever responsible for that which you have tamed." I majored in French in college, so I've read it in it's original language, and the French word apprivoisé carries more meaning than the English counterpart, tamed. It is used here as domesticated, but it is describing a relationship which involves one party depending upon, trusting in, and expecting from the other. It is not like a lion tamer subduing a lion with a chair and a whip, but it implies a voluntary submission of one to the other based upon a lesson learned, a character known. I tamed Maggie; I feed her regularly, walk her, talk to her. She has come to trust that I'd never harm her, that I'll protect her, and our home is her refuge. She has become comfortable as my companion, and she seeks me out, and shows me her affection... often with a big sloppy tongue. She barks, I pay attention.
So, at 3:00 A.M. this morning, I got to thinking that I'm a lot like Maggie, and I have been apprivoisée by my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I've voluntarily submitted myself to Him, depend on Him and expect Him to do all He says He'll do. He's responsible for me, forever. I actually was struggling with some troubling thoughts of my own last night and wasn't resting anyway. I was praying about the situation, ...and I think I may have been barking and pacing. As I drew the parallel in my mind, He sat down with me. I was able to sort out my thoughts, and reject the ones that I know aren't in His Word, and which don't align with the charcter of God I've come to know. I chose to allow His peace to surpass my understanding. Though I was tired, I felt much better. I pondered this:
For everyone who asks [barks] receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! Matt. 7:7-11
Saturday, December 9, 2006
And when we had our children, we took naming them very seriously. So seriously in fact, that none of them had a name till they were almost four days old, because my husband and I couldn't agree on their name. For days, the poor little things were lying there in the hospital nursery, with sorrowful tags on their bassinets dubbing them 'Baby Girl Edwards'. They told us we couldn't take them home until we named them (back in the old days, when they kept you in the hospital 3 or 4 days).
Not to be bullied by the pressure, we nonetheless took our responsibility seriously. Our youngest daughter, was pleasant and delightful, so we gave her the middle name of Eden. We would've chosen it as her first name but we were concerned that it was too unusual and she would resent having an unusual name. So we went with the feminine counterpart to Samuel, which means heard of God, and named her Samantha.
Our second born was a happy baby, and she made us happy... so we called her Ashley, which we sort of took from the Biblical name, Asher (means happy). Some baby books give the meaning, from the Ash tree meadow... but that is NOT what HER name means... it means happy! We gave her the middle name of Christina, which is the feminine counterpart to Christopher, or Christ follower. Pretty good so far.
When our first daughter was born, Emily was a popular name, and it means industrious, so we gave her that as a middle name. I had always loved the name, Leah, and thought it was such a beautiful name. Our baby was beautiful, and I really wanted to give her this beautiful name. We'd tell her that her name means industrious, and hard worker. She'd never have to know more, right?? And then... one day, when she was in high school, some big mouth was looking up baby names, and came across the name Leah, and told her that in Hebrew it means, ...wild cow. For days, she would look at me with glazed eyes and say "... wild cow?!?!? wild cow?!!?? " Fortunately, by that point in her life, she was confident with her identity. And, among other things, she is a hard worker.
Leah took that opportunity to start collecting cow paraphanalia. It was a good catharsis. On the other hand, Ashley started collecting monkeys. And Samantha collects lambs, and penguins. Go figure.
Friday, December 8, 2006
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
I am sorry to admit that about seven years ago, I didn't even know where Rwanda was. Then, a group of Rwandan students from La Roche College began to attend our church. As we grew to know them, and to learn of their faith, their fortitude and their heritage, our lives were touched. And I learned where Rwanda is.
That summer, my husband, Bruce, our pastor, Jeff Leake, and Mike Santistevan traveled to Rwanda for a ceremony marking the installation of the nation's first Critical Care Unit in a Kigali hospital, which our church financed. They met some of the extended family of the students, and they made new friends. Those relationships have developed and grown with a mutual affection and respect. Bruce has returned to Rwanda two more times with 20 others, including our youngest daughter, Samantha, this past summer. Another trip is in the works for this summer (more on that later).
Much publicity has abounded about the 1994 genocide and civil war in Rwanda, with movies, documentaries, and books. One of our friends was one of the people sheltered in Hotel des Milles Collines (Hotel Rwanda). Another is a granddaughter of Pastor Murinzi, the man featured in the remarkable and compelling story of Imaculée Ilibagiza in her book, Left To Tell. Imaculée's story was covered on this past Sunday's broadcast of 60 Minutes. If you didn't catch the original broadcast, you can watch it online at http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/60minutes/main3415.shtml .
In Imaculée's words, "The love of a single heart can make a world of difference. I believe that we can heal Rwanda - and our world - by healing one heart at a time."
Friday, December 1, 2006
There's white smoke everywhere... my chest hurts... a lot. Have I been shot???
Air Bag Air Bag Air Bag
That crazy deer ran right into my car! And of course, the front end collision caused the air bag to explode. Air bags deploy at the speed of 180 mph, filling the car's interior with a haze of corn starch.
The glint of light flickering off the badge, ...the tapping on the window... "You OK, Ma'am? Boy, he got you good... you want him?? I had to shoot him because he wasn't killed in the collision, and he was running all over the highway! If you don't want him, I have a friend who will take him..."
Some people wait years to nail an eight-point buck. And I didn't even want one! And I was helpless to prevent it... he was cavorting down a four-lane highway... in my lane!
If you gasped a minute ago, fear not... this happened a few years ago, and the horrible air-bag-in-the-chest pain subsided after a few days. I made some man happy to eat venison for the next year. But I was scarred emotionally. And at this time of year, when the deer are roaming the streets looking for love, I'm particularly... paranoid. I tell my friends and family... 'watch out for the deer', as if that would stop a crazy eight-point buck from attacking. In spite of my warnings, two of my daughters were subsequently attacked, as deer valiantly bolted from the woods into the sides of their cars!
I know we're not alone in this; auto insurance companies even offer lower 'deductibles' on repair costs from deer attacks, as long as you provide them with some 'fur' as evidence (eeeuuuuuw!).
So why, am I sharing this??? It occurs to me that we daily live our lives as best we can. We're good people, not doing anything 'wrong', and BANG!, something runs into us and wreaks havoc, causes pain, blurs our vision. But it's important to remember we're not alone in this. Soon, a little gecko, or Charro, or Little Richard shows up to remind us about our good auto insurance. Or better yet, it's the words of author, Susan May Warren (from her newsletter), who reminds us of some good life insurance:
"1 Thessalonians 5:24 "He who called you is faithful to do it."
The reason Hayford's mention of this meteorological marvel encouraged me is because it describes a frozen, hard, and seemingly unalterable situation (i.e. a foot of snow in the Rocky Mountains in the winter) being changed in a somewhat unexpected, dramatic and sudden way. He went on to point out that God can, and often does, respond to our frozen, hard and seemingly unalterable situations the same way (i.e. a house that won't sell, a financial impossibility, a debilitating illness, a hope deferred). HE breathes, and things change.
As I sit here at my computer, the winds are howling outside my window... garbage cans (not ours, Bruce...), tree limbs, Elphaba (??), and someone's morning paper are blowing away, and the power has gone out four times. And I'm encouraged once again, ...because I've been reminded that God breathes and things change, suddenly!
He sends His commands to the earth; His Word runs swiftly. He sends His Word and melts them. He stirs up His breezes and the waters flow. (Psalm 147: 15,18)