Which means, “I love you!” in the beautiful language I’m trying so hard to learn—Swedish. This will be one of the native tongues for my second grandchild, as her wonderful Pappa is Swedish, and they are soon to be living there.
As a point of connection, (and, as a grandmother, when you live as far away as I do, you actively seek points of connection), I’m investing some time in this little project. She’ll know English also, but she’ll have fun giggling at her “mormor”, (the Swedish name for maternal grandmother), as I stumble through and unintentionally desecrate an otherwise delightful sounding language.Continue reading ““Jag älskar dig!””
I am one to know my resources, and use them as needed. Therefore, this is not a manipulative ploy to get some “pingbacks” (Still not sure what that is? I think it’s when someone links to your site?) On the contrary, over the three (count ‘em, 3!!) years of blogging, I’ve come to trust some pretty cool writers that I’ve met only via the dot-wordpress-dot-com world.
Having said that, they have value, not only intrinsically as friends, but I also appreciate their instrumental value in terms of experiential wisdom and intellectual honesty.
And those are things in somewhat short supply, in case you haven’t noticed.
So, without further ado, I post yet another “I Gotta Question”, with specific links to a few (but not all—I have many) of the blogs I respect. If you have time to give your thoughts, that would be great. Better yet, perhaps this could be a prompt for a post on your own site, if you feel so inclined. (If so, please do link to me so I don’t miss it!)
Question: How does this apply? What does it look like?
For the Kingdom of God is not just a lot of talk; it is living by God’s power.
If you’re reading this and not included in the list, please also feel free to comment! And if you haven’t surfed over to the sites in my list above, don’t miss out! These would certainly be worth your time.
My husband, Bob, is a biology prof at a small college in a small Midwestern town. His classes have been very unique, sometimes only comprised of, say, five or so students learning genetics or molecular biology. I mention this by way of context, since despite the small size, he also has plenty of office hours, and even with those, is quite flexible and available, and has even had an occasion of a personal phone call or two about an upcoming test.
In other words, he makes his knowledge very accessible to his students.
Unfortunately, in the 25+ years that he has prof’d at this college, I have heard plenty about the genre of students who don’t bother to utilized what he so generously offers, don’t even show up for lecture or lab…and thus the “down notices” go out needlessly. He hates that, because he does everything he can to help his students succeed.
At this writing, Bob and I are waking up in a Portland airport hotel after scooping our kinder from Norway and waiting on the New Yorker to arrive after which we will travel a little more to meet additional loved ones for a week of high fives, and plenty of family-based jocularity. I missed a really great photo-op as we cruised right past Mount Hood, but here’s a reasonable facsimile:
In typical fashion, being the only early riser in the whole extended clan, (thus the name “Dawn”, I suppose), I am sitting out on some backside patio before the hotel’s breakfast is even ready, listening to the birds compete with the jet planes roaring off in the not-so-far distance. I’m impressed by the sound of their immense power, with just two puny little humans at the helm. Wow.
Now, granted, those two puny little humans had to go to school and learn some pretty impressive things, like to properly engage that immense power. Otherwise, that plane, as pretty as it looks, is just not going anywhere.
Or worse, yet, it might go somewhere it shouldn’t…
“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves…For the Kingdom of God is not just a lot of talk; it is living by God’s power.”
One of the challenges for Christians in my culture (translated: for me) is the misunderstanding of the power that resides within us/me. I look in the Bible and see things, powerful things, and I have to wonder, “Am I really living all that God has for me?”
(Oh! There goes another one into the wild blue yonder!! Man, those engines are huge.)
Or am I just shaking my head and thinking, “Yep, that’s a nice plane”, but never bothering to go to school and learn to fly for myself?
The thing is, God says the power, His power, the power His Son died for, is already in all of His children. Fueled up, ready to go. Many times, however, I stay grounded, not only by ignorance, but also by fear, self-contempt and blame, offense, and the list goes on.
This doesn’t mean God doesn’t love me any less—no way. It’s just that He calls me to more. And He needs me for more. Others need me for more:
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up…”
Today our sweet 2-year-old granddaughter turns THREE!! I continue to store up memories that only grandchildren can bestow. Her memory, however, is a bit different:
For example, our dear one won’t remember the day she received her wonderful cartoon bed as a gift from her parents. Her dad found it especially for Christmas, modeled after a favorite anime character, and it is as soft and comfortable and cute as can be. At two and a half, however, her brain is so busy forming a gazillion neuro-pathways that it’s a little Continue reading “Where’d THAT come from?”