“What we have here is a failure to communicate…”

Ever know someone with “a chip on their shoulder”?  One story has that phrase originating from the idea of two boys picking a fight with each other, the one putting a wood chip on his shoulder and daring the other to knock the chip off, thus initiating the knock-down-drag-out. 

The problem with chips on shoulders is that they tend to fall off on their own, starting fights when none were intended.  For example: Continue reading ““What we have here is a failure to communicate…””

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You mean I can relax?

IMG_20150103_172451138Sitting on the deck in the cool morning air of a quiet Pacific Northwest morning, I hear a light tapping on the inside window and turn to see our youngest and her 6-month old peering out to say good morning.  That is to say, the 6-month old wanted to say good morning; mommy wanted a hand off and go back to bed for an hour or so.

Of course, for a first-time mother, it’s still kind of new, this hand off thing, even if it’s to her own mother who raised three children.  Immediately after the pass, mommy was still admonishing me to let her know right away if Sweet One starts crying because she might need to be fed, and oh, she might have pooped and need a diaper change, and….

Honey, go to bed.  Right now.  I’ve got this. 

 So while I was enjoying that grandmother thing, it occurs to me that this is exactly what my Father is telling me.  Continue reading “You mean I can relax?”

The clarity of a foggy morning

wood 2An early morning in June along the Pacific coast in Oregon is a little different than mid-summer in good ‘ole land locked Missouri.  By now, the heat is already stifling and the humidity is beading the on the brow back home, even if I’m in the shade.  Here up north on a family vacation, sitting out on the porch, I’m wearing sweats, sweat shirt, Bob’s hat, wrapped in blanket and drinking hot tea.

Does this place actually exist, or am I just dreaming?

They do have humidity, however.  It’s in the form of fog, and lots of it.  It hangs heavily over the mountains in the distance, and even the near pines are hiding on this particular morning. At least intermittently.  I mean, they kind of come and go.  Continue reading “The clarity of a foggy morning”

God’s “love language*”

neuschwanstein-castle-467116_1280In the part of the Christian pool that I tend to swim in, corporate and private worship takes on many different forms.  Personally, I not one to dance, but I don’t begrudge those who find that particular expression of worship fulfilling.  I do like singing, as well as “dinging, shaking, and otherwise banging” on various instruments.  And generally, those swimming around with me don’t begrudge me that, either.

I was very, very blessed to grow up in a deeply authentic denominational church with a L-O-N-G history of evangelical mission-oriented Continue reading “God’s “love language*””

Challenged accepted!

wood 2If Truth in Palmyra thinks he can throw down the gauntlet and get away with it, then I’m in!  (And I hope, if you’re reading this, you are also!)

Here’s the meme he posted:

another-world

To which my comment included:

“How would I live now if I really embrace fully this concept? What would be different about my responses and concerns?”

Followed by his invitation of:

“That’s a good question…what’s the answer? You first.”

Here’s some beginning thoughts, but perhaps you might add a few more?  I have referenced a several blogs specifically, but anyone can play, as long as we all play nice. (Actually, all Christians could use some insight on this one, so comments are welcomed and solicited.)

My two cents:

  1. If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, that must mean that I have certain otherwise “alien” (non-resident) capacities that are not considered “normal” for this place.  (I should not be put off by modern-day usage of Acts 2 and 1 Corinthians 12-14, for example.)
  2. If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, I should not be taken aback when I am misunderstood, misrepresented, and/or mistreated.  
  3. If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, that may mean that I have certain pit-falls, spiritual “kryptonite” if you will, that must be avoided at all costs, but doesn’t seem to cause any discomfort to those who are of this world.

Okay I guess that three cents instead of two.  And perhaps I should stop, since I’m delving a bit deeper into the Superman analogy (that’s my husband’s blog…)  But when you think of it, that’s what we are called to be, in a sense, naturally not of our own superman-295328_1280power but by the supernatural power from an Other-Worldly Source.

Thoughts?  

Call-outs to all, including but not limited to:

Ancient Skies

A Time to Share

Beyond the Map

Cookie Crumbs to Live By

Elihu’s Corner

Full-time

Matthew Winters Ministries

Pneumythology

Patrick Hawthorne

AND LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST!!

Truth in Palmyra!

And blessings to all.  –dawnlizjones

 

Fix those glasses, please

wood 2Kids are always breaking their spectacles and bringing them to my office for fixing.  Have you ever tried to put one of those microscopic screws back into its place when you’re myoptic yourself???  Then, of course, after trying for awhile, a closer look reveals that the part it fits into is, itself, bent.  I need to get one of those magnifying glasses on a stand so I can see with more than just my own woeful multifocal lenses.

Then, of course, there’s my husband teaching his college students with all those microscopes.  Depending on the power of the scope, you can see deeper and deeper into a world that we otherwise are not privy to, (and many times prefer not to be, if you get my meaning…)  His students are tested in what they see; they have to identify certain creatures, or parts of creatures.  Which means they are learning to see beyond their immediate environment. 

Things are so much more in focus when I can fix the kids glasses—they can see the board and learn.  And Bob’s students use his instruction to interpret what they experience in an otherwise invisible world. 

Hmmm…

“But the Lord said to Samuel, “Don’t judge by his appearance or height, for I have rejected him. The Lord doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”

“Jesus turned to Peter and said, “Get away from me, Satan! You are a dangerous trap to me. You are seeing things merely from a human point of view, not from God’s.”

“So we have stopped evaluating others from a human point of view. At one time we thought of Christ merely from a human point of view. How differently we know him now!”

I think I’ll just leave it at that….

 

1 Samuel 16:7; Matt 16:23; 2 Corinthians 5:16 New Living Translation (NLT)

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Spiritual spelunking

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I love the title of this one, “Regarding his Experience in the Cave”.  I’ve been in caves, not true spelunking, although I’ve seen pictures of those who do.  I had never thought myself afflicted with any form of claustrophobia until I took my three little girls adventuring through Wolf Cave in Indiana’s McCormick’s Creek State Park.  Even though I knew it was safe, the dark, tight turns were an experience I’ll never forget. Some of the cave experiences we go through in Continue reading “Spiritual spelunking”

Spiritual placebos

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wikipedia photo

Did you know that one of the original Snake Oil compounds was found to exclude anything related to a snake?  Thus the term “snake oil” claiming to be a cure-all has become synonymous with quackery of any kind.  Just another placebo in the world of false advertising, I suppose.

By contrast, a double blind drug trial is one in which neither the scientists nor the human “guinea pigs” know who is actually getting the medicine under investigation.  One group gets the real stuff, and the other gets the counterfeit.  It’s an important way to test legitimate new drugs, since even thinking I’m the one getting medicated can produce symptoms, even if all you’re getting is Continue reading “Spiritual placebos”

Shaggy Dog Story

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I did it.  I actually spent the money to have the Mighty Wonder Buck fully groomed.  I mean, the works, like pushing all the buttons at the automated car wash.  He had been shedding profusely, and a little black hair here and there kept turning into black dust bunnies the size of a Star Wars Wookie.

Okay, maybe not quite that Continue reading “Shaggy Dog Story”