Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Approaching the New Year



I just finished reading A Year of Biblical Womanhood by Rachel Held Evans.  My daughter Kathryn is friends with Rachel and got me started reading Rachel’s blog.  Her writings have had a big impact on both Phil and me.  We have gotten to meet Rachel and her husband Dan on several occasions, and we have enjoyed getting to know them. Her book is an experiment she embarked upon to look at what the Bible specifically says to and about women. 

As a result of reading her book I have decided to embark upon my own “experiment.”  It is one that I have had on my mind before, but I could not figure out how to make it work.  Rachel’s book has given me an outline for how to structure my own project.

Over the next year I am going to begin to try each month to focus on a spiritual discipline.  The list of disciplines will be based upon The Celebration of Disciplines by Richard Foster.  I will select a topic for the month and post a list of practical suggestions on how to apply that particular discipline.  After that I will try to live with that discipline in focus.


Before I begin this project in January I have decided to take another passage from Rachel’s book and apply it.  In the final chapter she observes Rosh Hoshanah, the Jewish New Year celebration.  In leading up to the new year, Jews take time during this celebration to reflect on the past year and confess their sins.  I intend to do this, taking stock of the past year and confessing where I have failed and fallen short.  I will put those sins behind me as I look forward to a new year of opportunity to live a life more and more pleasing to the Lord.

I am looking for some partners in this undertaking.  I need some friends to accompany me to keep me accountable and also just to share the impact of these things in their lives.  I would happy to have friends near by who can meet with me to discuss what we are learning, but would also invite my online friends to join me virtually.  You can let me know if you’re in by emailing me or contacting me on Facebook.

The whole purpose of this project is to draw nearer to our Lord Jesus and to know Him better in the process.  The better we know Him, the better we will love Him, and the better we’ll be able to reflect His love to the world around us.



Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sunday's Comin'


I just finished reading yet another Philip Yancey book, The Jesus I Never Knew.  As I read the concluding passage of the book I could not help but think how applicable it is in light of the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School.

In the book, Yancy references a famous sermon that you may be familiar with called "It's Friday, but Sunday's comin.'"  The sermon contrasts Good Friday with Resurrection Sunday.  Yancy takes it a step further saying that today we live in that in-between day, the Saturday of darkness, grieving, confusion, and uncertainty.

 Can we trust that God can make something holy and beautiful and good out of a world that includes Bosnia and Rwanda [and the Holocaust] and inner-city ghettoes and jammed prisons (and now Sandy Hook) in the richest nation on earth?  It’s Saturday on planet earth; will Sunday ever come?

That dark, Golgothan Friday can only be called Good because of what happened on Easter Sunday, a day which gives a tantalizing clue to the riddle of the universe.  Easter opened up a crack in a universe winding down toward entropy and decay, sealing the promise that someday God will enlarge the miracle of Easter to cosmic scale.

It is a good thing to remember that in the cosmic drama, we live out our days on Saturday, the in-between day with no name.”

Why are we left in this state?  Yancy’s conclusion is that this is the cost of giving humans a free will, a will to choose God’s love or to reject it.  Through the tragedy of this particular Friday in Connecticut, we see once again the high cost this proposition brings to the world, and the idea is unfathomable from our perspective.

All we can do is cling to this hope… “Sunday’s comin’.”

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Eshet chayil! Woman of Valor!

Kim with her granddaughter

“Eshet chayil—woman of valor— has long been a blessing of praise in the Jewish community. Husbands often sing the line from Proverbs 31 to their wives at Sabbath meals. Women cheer one another on through accomplishments in homemaking, career, education, parenting, and justice by shouting a hearty “eshet chayil!” after each milestone.  Great women of the faith, like Sarah and Ruth and Deborah, are identified as women of valor.”
--Rachel Held Evans

My friend Rachel, who makes her living as a writer and hosts a blog, has a series dedicated to women of valor.  She highlights women she knows, and also had a contest in which other women could write a tribute to a “woman of valor” in their own life.  I have been inspired by these stories and want to share this story as my own reflection on a “woman of valor” who I have come to know.

Nine years ago Kim VanDyken had a problem.  Her daughter was having difficulty in dealing with another girl at school. As Kim learned about the problems facing the difficult girl, she recognized some great needs in the girl’s life.  This girl needed someone to care about her, someone to reach out to her, someone to be a positive influence in her life. This situation was very troubling to all those involved, but in the end God used it to create something beautiful.  Kim felt God’s call to be a part of reaching out as a mentor to girls who have great needs in their lives.

The program Kim created was called Tender Loving Care (TLC).  Kim began by asking the schools to refer girls in need to TLC.  Each girl who agrees to become part of the program gets a sponsor (women from different churches in our community) who sends a gift once a month throughout the school year.  This gift is a way of reaching out to the girl with the love of Christ.  Kim also holds events four or five times during the school year to which all the girls who have become a part of TLC are invited.

On Thursday there was a Christmas party for the girls.  I was able to attend this party and observe some remarkable things.  Almost 50 girls of assorted ages came to the party hosted by Kim and her crew of faithful helpers.  There was a spaghetti supper, gift exchange, devotions, a movie and some games.  During the devotion, the girls were asked to respond to several questions about how God might be working in their lives.  One of the questions was, “Which of you girls just needs a hug?”  The response was overwhelming.  So there was just a time for giving and receiving hugs, reaching out and wrapping the arms of God around girls in need of love.

And in the midst of it was a line…girls waiting in line to get a hug from Kim.

The connection Kim has created with this group of girls is remarkable.   You can see her love for the girls and their great affection for her.  She consistently shines the light of the gospel of Christ into their lives.  Many of the girls have been coming for several years and are stepping up to become leaders and mentors in their own right.

I am thankful that I’ve been able to be a small part of this ministry from the beginning.  And I’m more than proud of my sister Kim who took a difficulty she encountered and turned it into a beautiful outpouring of God’s love into the lives of some very needy girls.

And so to Kim I say…
Eshet chayil!




Monday, November 5, 2012

Politics and Elections



In light of the election on Tuesday I have been reading several interesting sources that have a lot to say about politics and faith.  I have grave concerns about the way Christians approach politics; I find that they are often very confrontational and belligerent.  I have often thought that when we take sides in politics, we build a wall between people who take the other side.  Will that wall help them win others to Christ?   If not, then we need to rethink that wall.

Now I’m not saying that we shouldn’t vote or that we shouldn’t have opinions about politics.  I’m just saying that we need to be more gracious in dealing with those who have different opinions.

I recently read, What’s So Amazing About Grace?  by Philip Yancey.  He had several interesting ideas about faith and politics:

I share a deep concern for our society.  I am struck, though by the alternative power of mercy as demonstrated by Jesus, who came for the sick and not the well, for the sinners and not the righteous.  Jesus never countenanced evil, but he did stand ready to forgive it.  Somehow, he gained the reputation as a lover of sinners, a reputation that his followers are in danger of losing today.  As Dorothy Day put it, “I really only love God as much as I love the person I love the least.”  (p. 158)

When I ask my seatmates, “What comes to mind when I say the words ‘evangelical Christian’?” they usually respond in political terms.  Yet the gospel of Jesus was not primarily a political platform.  In all the talk of voting blocs and culture wars, the message of grace—the main distinctive Christians have to offer—tends to fall aside.  It is difficult, if not impossible, to communicate the message of grace from the corridors of power. 
The church is becoming more and more politicized, and as society unravels I hear calls that we emphasize mercy less and morality more.  Stigmatize homosexuals, shame unwed mothers, persecute immigrants, harass the homeless, punish lawbreakers—I get the sense from some Christians that if we simply pass enough harsh laws in Washington, we can turn our country around.  One prominent spiritual leader insists, “The only way to have a genuine spiritual revival is to have legislative reform.”  Could he have that backwards? (p. 230)

I see the confusion of politics and religion as one of the greatest barriers to grace.  C.S. Lewis observed that almost all crimes of Christian history have come about when religion is confused with politics.   Politics, which always runs by the rules of ungrace, allures us to trade away grace for power, a temptation the church has often been unable to resist…When the church has joined with the state, it tended to wield power rather than dispense grace.  (p. 233)

I know how easy it is to get swept away by the politics of polarization, to shout across picket lines at the “enemy” on the other side.  But Jesus commanded, “Love your enemies.”…Who is my enemy?  The abortionist?  The Hollywood producer polluting our culture?  The politician threatening my moral principles?  The drug lord ruling my inner city?  If my activism, however well-motivated, drives out love, then I have misunderstood Jesus’ gospel.  I am stuck with law, not the gospel of grace.  (p. 242)

We all know that there is extreme gridlock in Congress.  I tend to think that the beginning of all this came from the religious Right forming organizations like the Moral Majority.  Although their intentions were good, mixing the church and politics leads to the great divide we find at the center of our problems today.  Democrats and Republicans can find no middle ground on which to stand.  Even the leaders of some of these organizations realize the problems:

Cal Thomas, one of the leaders of the Moral Majority said, "Two decades after conservative Christians charged into the political arena, bringing new voters and millions of dollars with them in the hopes of transforming the culture through political power, it must now be acknowledged that we have failed.  We failed, not because we were wrong about our critique of culture, or because we lacked conviction, or because there were not enough of us, or because too many were lethargic and uncommitted.  We failed because we were unable to redirect a nation from the top down.  Real change must come from the bottom up or, better yet, from the inside out."

''There is virtually nothing to show for an 18-year commitment,'' laments Gary Bauer, president of the Family Research Council, who once served in the Reagan White House.

And finally, there were a couple of interesting quotes from Jim Wallis in Sojouners magazine (November):

I am referring, in particular, to efforts that cast Barack Obama as “the other.”  The contention of the “birthers” that the president wasn’t born in America and doesn’t have a birth certificate, or of those who suggest he isn’t a real American, and those who charge that he isn’t really a Christian but is secretly a Muslim—all these are racial messages.  They should be confronted by people of faith, regardless of our political views and no matter how we will vote.

“The phrase ‘middle-class’ was likely the most repeated phrase at the conventions.  And even though both parties are utterly dependent on their wealthy donors (a fact they don’t like to talk about), they know that middle-class voters will determine the outcome of the election.  Now, I believe a strong middle-class is good for the country, but Jesus didn’t say, “What you have done for the middle-class, you have done for me.”  Rather Matthew 25 says, “What you have done to the least of these you have done to me.”

These writings have given me lots to think about in this current election.  It has been good to hear a variety of voices.   Maybe they will help you too.



Saturday, November 3, 2012

Pumpkin Lesson

Sometimes at this time of year I get to share one of my favorite lessons.  It is not original with me, but I love the analogy, and I've used it often to illustrate God's work in our lives.  I thought I would share it again here.

For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.  Hebrews 4:12


God's word pierces our hearts and makes us sensitive to what's inside our hearts and minds.  It makes us aware of what God already knows...


that we're a mess inside.  Romans 3:23 says, "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God."


"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."  1 Jn. 1:9


Then God sends His Holy Spirit to inhabit our lives.  His presence brings light to the darkness.


Then He places us out in the dark world to shine for Him.  "You are the light of the world."







Sunday, October 28, 2012

The Help


On our last trip to Canada, Phil and I listened to The Help by Kathryn Stockett.  It was unabridged which meant it was 15 CDs with 18 hours of story.  The actresses who did the reading were phenomenal.  They gave such expression and emotion to the characters that they came alive.  They skillfully used their voices to make the listening a moving experience.  I know many of you may have watched the movie (I have bought it but not watched it yet), but I’ll wager that the book is much better than the movie.  Books usually are.

The book highlights the lives of black maids working for white ladies in Jackson, Mississippi in the 60’s and 70’s.  It shows the good and the bad of these relationships.  Most of all, it shows how the culture you are brought up in shapes your life and your thinking.  The characters in the story challenge others to look at the reality of what they are doing, and to realize how those outside their culture perceive them.

I always know a good book by the amount of thinking it causes me to do.  I know that it is a powerful story when I’m still thinking about it weeks after I have read it.  It gave Phil and me so many things to talk about on our trip, and we are still having conversations surrounding it as Will is now listening to this on his many trips over the mountain.

One of the most profound things it has led me to think about is the culture I was raised in.   Growing up in a Christian home and going to church all my life has shaped how I think.  Mostly it is for the good.  But I realize that there are things I do, ideas I hold, that when looked at outside my culture seem strange.  And it causes me to want to look harder at what I say and do, and to be more aware of how those things are perceived by others outside my culture.

  


Sunday, October 21, 2012

Transfiguration


This summer at camp we learned 1 Timothy 4:12 which says, “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believer in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.”  I’ve been thinking lately that I wish there was another verse that said, “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are old, but set an example for the believer…”  In many ways, some of the older folks I’m watching are not setting a good example of what a believer should look like in the later stages of life.

In The Jesus Creed, Scot McKnight writes about Jesus’ transfiguration.  In the transfiguration Jesus reveals His glory to His disciples.  It is the glory that awaits Him when He returns to His rightful place in heaven.  But it is also the glory that awaits us …And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.  (2 Cor. 3:18)

McKnight makes the case that, as we mature in Christ and as we age physically, we should be experiencing transfiguration.  He gives the example of  Hyung  Goo, whose wife wrote about his battle with AIDS and eventual death from the disease.  She watched his body fade away, but his spirit was being transfigured before her eyes.

“Maybe that was what I was seeing when Hyung Goo looked at me and all I could see was love.  I was not succumbing to sentimental imagination.  I was living with an icon, with a person whose face had begun to shine like Moses’ did when he came down from the mountain.  [She adds…] Hyung Goo was more whole when he died than he had been at any other time in his life."

Andrew Peterson has a song I love along these same lines.  Part of the lyrics to “Queen of Iowa” goes like this:

            I met the queen of Iowa
She was dying on a couch in the suburbs
And with all of the things she was dying of
She was more alive than the others

Her majesty was all ablaze
She was burning hot but not consumed
            Our shoes removed in that holy place
In the hallowed ground of the living room

As I drove to Indiana this week to help some of my elderly relatives, I got to see some spectacular displays of color from the fall foliage.  Some of it just took my breath away.  And then the thought came to me…”The leaves are dying, and yet they are ablaze and full of glory.”  Recently I read a post from Donald Miller that said, “All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.” 

That’s what I want when I grow old:  to be ablaze with glory, so much that it takes someone’s breath away.  I don’t want to worry about the things I may be losing.  God has a plan.  He is in perfect control.
Proverbs 4:18 (MSG) says “The ways of right-living people glow with light; the longer they live, the brighter they shine.”  I am praying that I find some elderly who are like that.  And most of all I am praying that I might be one of them, when the time comes, that sets an example for others to follow.



Monday, October 15, 2012

Celebrating Education

'Amazing Teachers' photo (c) 2011, Bunches and Bits {Karina} - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/



It is popular in a lot of the books and magazines I read these days to find impassioned calls for “social justice.”  These ideas proceed from God’s call in the scripture in places like Isaiah 58 (one of my very favorite passages in the Bible):

“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?

Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday.

The church I grew up in was very cautious about this idea.  The fear was that emphasis on these social issues would overshadow the true need—the need to share the gospel, the good news of Jesus’ death and resurrection.  As a result, Phil and I would say we were taught to be good, but not to do good. 

As we have matured, we have realized more and more that Jesus calls us to such work constantly.  All through the Gospels, He is doing this work and setting the example for us to follow.  Jesus cares about social justice.

One of the greatest social issues in our country and around the world is education.  Where people are given access to education, their lives improve in so many ways.  Where the right to education is denied, people suffer.

This past week a Pakistani girl was shot in the head by members of the Taliban this week for her outspoken advocacy for the rights of girls in her country to go to school. She blogged for the BBC about education and won the National Peace Award in Paskistan last year.  This story wakes me up to what education means to people, especially girls and women, in third world regions.

So I have been reflecting on my career as a teacher.  I have been a teacher for over 32 years.  I have spent my time working in some of the poorest schools in Tennessee, working with students who come from severe poverty in many cases.  And in doing so, I have been a part of bringing social justice to people in this area.  Public education is one of the greatest endeavors our nation has undertaken.  It is the way out of poverty for those who will take advantage of it and embrace the potential it brings to their lives.

I wish I had always looked at it as the great calling that it is.  Lots of times I just looked at it as a job, as a way to make money.  But education is a great calling.  It brings hope to people’s lives. 

So today I celebrate being a public school educator.  I am proud of being a part of an institution, which, although it has lots of problems and challenges, is the great equalizer, the great leveler of the playing field.  It is the best tool anyone has for digging themselves out of the pit of poverty. 

I am proud also of the many wonderful teachers I have had the privilege of working with throughout the years. They are underpaid and underappreciated, but they do us all a tremendous service, a service that will help keep our country strong in years to come.  Let me encourage you who are working in education with these words:

“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”  Galatians 6:9




Saturday, October 13, 2012

What We Did in Canada

I've been home a week.  We jumped back into "real life" with both feet...came home to school and car problems and all the real stuff that we don't deal with much in Canada.  But I wanted to let you know what we did while we were there.  Phil did some hunting and fishing, and we both enjoyed lots of beautiful scenery, but we also did some real work.

One of Phil's projects is making bowls for the benefit of the camp.  He has made some for Johnny and Becky to give as gifts to people they want to acknowledge.  He's also working on bowls that he can give to people who agree to give monthly support to Camp of the Woods.  Here's some of his work from our trip.

Learning to use woodburning

Moose bowl

Branching out

Teaching Becky to turn

Phil turned wood with several people while we were there the past few weeks.  He is a good teacher and it gives him a chance to have some one-on-one time with so many different people.  They seek him out, and if he weren't turning wood, I'm not sure that they would.  It has given him many opportunities for conversation and for him to be an encouragement.

We spent the first week getting ready to host a family day at camp which was quite successful even though the weather wasn't great.  Phil helped get a tent for outside and set it up along with some inflatables that were rented.  I just helped with the general set up of the lodge and any details that needed to be attended to.

This was a game I ran called Seek and Find.

Phil and Kaleigh ran the cotton candy machine.




The other two weeks I spent time helping with the home schooling, cooking some of the meals and we both spent time doing lots of reading and thinking.  The quiet time is always valuable even though it looks like you're not accomplishing much.  I also spent time on a year-long project, sending birthday cards to all the campers including a picture of them from camp.  



Another thing that can't be underestimated as far as its value goes is just the time spent in conversation and building relationships with those at camp.  I'm so glad we keep getting chances to encourage and help our friends who are there in Canada full time and dealing with all the responsibilities of the ministry.

While I was there I was also able to skype with my eighth grade students during their class and show them some pictures of the area and what it's like to be there.  That was fun.  And since I've returned I was able to show pictures of what I do as a missionary to the kids in Kids Club on Wednesday night.

So there it is...what we accomplished, and yet we left things undone and unsaid.  We left wishing we were staying, with thoughts of what we might do in the future and some plans to make them happen.  It is exciting and it makes us both very happy. 



Sunday, September 23, 2012

My Aunt & Uncle




Another episode in my life that has been going on recently concerns my aunt and uncle.  Back in April I helped them down the rocky road of moving into assisted living.  It became a necessity when they both became disabled, my aunt with a broken foot, and my uncle with pneumonia.  They had to be housed in separate parts of the residence because of my aunt’s dementia.  This proved to be very disconcerting to them both.

In July they celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary.

During the summer two of their nieces began investigating to see if there were facilities that would let them live together.  They made arrangements for the move.  I arrived the weekend before the move, and was shocked at how much my uncle had declined after the summer.  I questioned the move, and he backed out.  I regret how I handle all that transpired, but in the end, arrangements were put back into place, and they were able to move last weekend.

It has been difficult for all those involved, and because my aunt will not stay put, she will not be able to live with my uncle in this facility either.  The nieces who have been helping out have been working hard to make the transition as easy as possible, but I know it has been a heavy load.

I am learning so much about what to do and what not to do.  It is new territory, but I see in the future that I will need much wisdom about how to handle many of the loved ones in my life.
 
Betty holding Andy
When I visited my aunt I was not sure she would see me because she was very angry with me when she first moved into assisted living.  It was a great answer to prayer for my uncle and me to find that she had forgotten all the upheaval and received me with great joy.  I took some old photos to remind her of times that are clearer in her mind and to let her and my uncle know what a blessing they have been to me through the years.  Here are a few of those pictures.
Waiting for the cuckoo clock to go off was great entertainment at their house.
A visit with them at the Falls.

Ralph and Betty loaned us the money to buy this piano which Kathryn learned to play on.

They gave us this desk that Kathryn had in her room for a long time.

Will took his first steps on this visit to their place in Florida.

Friday, September 21, 2012

My Roommates

Cheryl, Peggy and I at the Broad Street Grill

The past few weeks have been busy.  I jumped back into school, and it is going well.  We've taken time to connect and reconnect with lots of friends and family.  One of my connections was with my college roommates, Peggy and Cheryl.

Cheryl and I grew up together and attended the same church when we were in high school.  When we both decided to go off to Tennessee Temple, rooming with someone I already knew made it a little easier to go so far from home.  After one of our roommates left at the end of our freshman year, we were happy to add Peggy to our happy home-away-from-home.

We were in each others weddings, all in 1979.  Then, we all went our separate ways.  As I lived in Tennessee with a career as a school teacher and raising two kids, Cheryl's and Peggy's lives were very different from mine.

Cheryl has spent her life as an educator also.  Gifted in music, she has taught piano lessons, lead choirs and other musical groups,  and composed and published her own music.  When her kids were small, she and her husband Steve felt the call to missions and made a new life in Budapest, Hungary.  There she became involved in providing special education services in the international school, and she is currently finishing up her doctorate in special education.  I'm so proud of all she has accomplished and her faithful service to the Lord.

Peggy is also an educator.  She has homeschooled all her children, and in the process has provided them with some phenomenal opportunities.  One of the many I could mention is that her daughter Ashley became a C.S. Lewis Fellow, has traveled to England to study, and continues to be a mentor in that program.  Peggy is currently serving in administration at a university model school in Rome, GA, one of only three in the state of Georgia.  All this is in addition to being a full-time pastor's wife, and serving the community in many ways including working at the local crisis pregnancy center.

And though our lives have taken us in very different directions, we still have many things in common.  All three of us had a daughter first, and then a son, all of them about the same ages.  Peggy broke the pattern by having a third child (a daughter) who is now 11 years old.  (Cheryl and I both say better her than us!)  We all three had problems in pregnancy including infertility and miscarriages.  We all have wonderful adult children who are working at jobs and finishing school and making us proud to be their mamas.  I can't fail to mention that we have all been married to the fine men we met when we were young, and have stuck with them through thick and thin.  

And as with any friendship worth its salt, whenever we can all get together, we pick right up where we left off.  We share our hearts and know the others are there for us in our times of need.  Cheryl and Peggy have tender hearts and praying minds that I know have lifted me up many times, and they will continue to do so as the years pass.  I am thankful for all that they mean to me, and the impact they continue to have on my life.  They are my dearest friends and always will be.