The most-beautiful-three-and-a-half-year-old on the planet decided to help me do a little crocheting when she and her parents were visiting. One of her favorite cartoon characters, the brilliant Richard Scarry’s Lowly Worm, was in the process of being recreated in yarn. Not a terribly difficult project for a 58-year-old grandmother who learned to crochet decades ago (from my grandmother, BTW, only I was a bit older.) Continue reading “Projects take time”
My dear father-in-law was beautifully British. I remember seeing a castle just sitting out in the field one time while visiting and driving through the Anglican countryside. Now there’s a site you don’t see amidst the corn in Midwest rural America!
Quite a different lifestyle, that was. It conjures up pictures of courtiers and knights and princesses tucked away in gabled towers. Here comes the enemy, so just pull up the drawbridge, and release the alligators into the moat. How convenient would that be when the IRS comes lurking about? Continue reading “Ivory towers—nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there. “
I’ve heard the phrase, “patience of Job”, which seems a bit overstated, at least on a cursory first reading of the account. Not that I would have done any better, and most probably a lot worse. The idea is that, despite all his suffering, he never let go of God. Okay, I get that.
Then there’s this one: “wisdom of Solomon”. As the account reads, God had given Solomon a blank check, and instead of riches and fame, he humbly asked for wisdom. God was pretty happy about that, and gave the new king riches and fame in addition to the wisdom. That’s pretty neat. Continue reading “Applied wisdom”
Nope. Got nuthing…
Happy New Year anyway!!
I’ve never been a superstitious individual. I think black cats are beautiful, I have no problem walking under ladders (unless my husband, Bob, is cleaning the gutters…then I get messy!), and carrying a disembodied rabbit’s foot in one’s pocket is, well…disgusting.
But what if…??
I rather like frogs; actually, I really quite fancy them. (No, not to eat!)
Along with the crickets, they sing me to sleep at night, and keep serenading me in the pre-dawn mornings on the patio before work. Bob, my biology-professor husband, likes them also, but has a much more practical bent toward them. Whereas I always want to catch them, pick them up, look at them eyeball-to-eyeball, the prof always says, “leave it alone, it’s a scared little creature”.
How does he know if it’s scared? (Turtles, on the other hand, right, I know what they do…) Besides, as far as I’m concerned, one of a frog’s life functions is to let me pick it up. So there. Continue reading “Frogs, and other useful tools”
As a past worship leader, I appreciate, at least in a small degree, the importance and effort that goes into putting song sets together for the congregation. In the case of contemporary music, there’s rhythm and flow to be considered, as well as your team’s availability for that week, and hopefully prayerful discernment.
Of course, then I would break a guitar string in them middle of it all, and God shows His sense of humor…Not only does the string almost hit you in the face, but it throws the rest of the instrument out of tune, and naturally it can’t happen during practice, oh no, but during the set, in front of the congregation.
So then there’s life, well planned, even prayerfully so, and then…
…BOOOIIIINNNGGG! (And usually not in private, right?)
Kinda sounds like this worship leader from a long time ago. His name was Heman, an ancestor of Ezra, so he’s got an impressive Hebrew pedigree. The note at the beginning of his song reads as follows:
“A song to be sung to the tune ‘The Suffering of Affliction.’”
(…because that would certainly be a go-to for a Sunday morning.)
“O Lord, God of my salvation,
I cry out to you by day.
I come to you at night.”
Starts out okay, but kinda plays on that “out of tune instrument” from then on.
“For my life is full of troubles,
and death draws near.
I am as good as dead,
like a strong man with no strength left.
They have left me among the dead,
and I lie like a corpse in a grave.
I am forgotten,
cut off from your care.
You have thrown me into the lowest pit,
into the darkest depths.”
ETC, etc, etc…. Then he says this.
“Can those in the grave declare your unfailing love?
Can they proclaim your faithfulness in the place of destruction?
Can the darkness speak of your wonderful deeds?
Can anyone in the land of forgetfulness talk about your righteousness?”
Now, c’mon, how can he talk about God forgetting him (and worse) in one breath, and in the other speak of God’s unfailing love and faithfulness, His wonderful deeds and His righteousness??
Something tells me this is more about Heman reminding himself of God’s goodness, than reminding God to take care of him. Obviously, somewhere in his past, Heman has an intimate history with the Deity of his ancestors, as well as a working knowledge of God’s unchanging character leading up to this personal crisis. He’s hurting, but not hopeless. He’s frustrated, but in still fanning the flames of faith.
I find it most informative, and incredibly encouraging, that God has included Heman’s depressing little song of woe in the eternal Word of the Ages, alongside “the Lord is my Shepherd”, and “I am fearfully and wonderfully made”, and “those who live in the shelter of the Most High”, and “I will lift my eyes to the hills”. It allows me to be real with my Father Who art in Heaven, even though His name be hallowed.
He’s got big enough shoulders to cry on.
But then, there is plenty of reason to dry the tears also. Because, as Heman’s song shows by its very poetic construction, God’s “unfailing love, faithfulness, wonderful deeds, and righteousness” are in there, smack-dab in the middle of my mucky life situations (“grave, destruction, darkness and forgetfulness”)!
Like Heman’s predecessor and fellow hymn-writer (King David) penned, “yea, though I walk THROUGH the valley of the shadow of death, Thou art with me…” (Emphasis mine.)
And that’s something to smile about.
Psalm 88:1,3-6,11-12 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
When we formally met the man who was to become one of our sons-in-law, we wanted to give him “the tour” of the small Midwestern town our girls where we live and are girls grew up. He is Swedish, but had lived and worked in both the Big Apple and sunny Cal. However, he had not yet been initiated into rural mid-America. Even so, he liked camo, and he wanted a cowboy hat.
He came to the right place.
His soon-to-be sister-in-law, (daughter #2), decided it would be a good idea to devise a scavenger hunt throughout the town, hiding clues in places that would take him all over the familiar haunts including the high school, an old abandoned farm tractor who’s final resting place was behind a local grain elevator, a landmark eating establishment with the finest in traditional, heart-stopping American hamburgers and milkshakes, and the like.
Of course, the end point was a true-to-earth Midwest Farm and Home store, where he got to pick out his own real life cowboy hat.
Together, they have since put on a similar “treasure hunt” for his nieces and nephews. There’s just so much fun in watching the kids’ excitement as they follow the clues and find good stuff!
Which gives me pause to consider that this enjoyment must have its foundation in Someone who similarly enjoys His children searching and finding.
“He is the Holy Spirit, who leads into all truth.”
There is a thought circulating that if God is so intent on us knowing Him, why doesn’t He just make it easier, speaking more directly, personally, getting our attention more efficiently. Allowing this new member of our family to look for and find each clue was hopefully causing a greater connection with the town (experientially) and with us (personally). It took some time and creative energy to put that together! And he was worth every bit of it.
Granted, God has and still could use an occasional burning bush, talking donkey, or disembodied hand writing on the wall, I suppose. Those tend to be a bit more compelling, but not necessarily as effective toward His everyday purpose. Which is…?
Glad you asked.
“And this is the way to have eternal life—to know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, the one you sent to earth.”
Eternal life—not just pie in the sky by and by, but true moment-by-moment intimacy with Creator God. Right now. Nothing less.
However, the funny thing about clues is that they are easily missed unless one is actively looking for them.
“The world cannot receive him, because it isn’t looking for him and doesn’t recognize him.”
We were not about to let our daughter’s loved one miss out on even one clue, as we gathered around him to help him out, (which is a huge part of what God’s family is supposed to be doing with each other as well.) We knew what we had waiting for him at the end of the ordeal.
And so does God. Only it’s not a cowboy hat…
John 15:17; John 17:3 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
I have a tendency to make improbable things happen, rarely intimated by what others would consider sorely inconvenient or even overwhelming obstacles. Bob considers it one of the challenging/scary parts of my personality compared to his very ordered/cautious one. There are several common analogies for this particular trait:
Mover and shaker.
He who hesitates is lost.
God can steer a boat easier if it’s not tied to the dock…all that.
Then there’s this one:
Biting off more than you can chew—yep, I know about that one also. Sometimes, it includes my own foot, if you get my drift. And things can get messy. Continue reading “Pop Quiz!”