tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331685342024-03-14T05:45:05.228-04:00Thoughts Along the JourneyWe are all on the journey of life. These are my thoughts along my journey...with God, in my faith, with my family, and my friends.Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.comBlogger563125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-29661330748479397402023-06-15T18:39:00.001-04:002023-06-15T18:41:50.169-04:00A Tribute <p>Five days ago, there passed from this life a woman who influenced my life so greatly. She was, first of all, my aunt. She was also my Missionettes leader, my Sunday school teacher, my children's church teacher, and so much more. Her daughters and I grew up attending the same school and the same church. We are all pretty close in age. I spent many Sunday afternoons and overnights at their house. I always knew that if my own mom wasn't available, Aunt Sue was.</p><p>When I was pondering about a way to pay tribute to her life, one word kept coming back to me: genuine. There are a lot of other words to describe her. Everyone knew her as one of the kindest people they knew. She was a servant in every way. She made everyone feel that they were important to her, and that their life mattered. But to say she was genuine, I feel speaks of the love she showed to everyone because of the love she had for her Savior. To say she was the most genuine Christian I have ever met is not an exaggeration.</p><p>I have specific memories of incidents that took place when I was growing up. When I was very young, I said something to one of her children which was very, very unkind. But as a child, I didn't realize how cruel it was. Aunt Sue brought me into the room where she was sitting at her sewing machine. She asked me the simple question of, did I say this? I answered yes. She didn't condemn me or become angry at me. Instead, she quietly explained to me why what I had said was so nasty. She reminded me of the love that God has for each of us, no matter what our appearance or physical qualities. She spoke to me in love, but without wavering from the truth.</p><p>One night in our Missionettes group, I asked a question about doing something wrong when we knew God would forgive us later anyway. She quoted James 4:17, "Therefore,to him who knows to do good and does not do it, to him it is sin." Almost 50 years later, I am still often reminded of the scripture.</p><p>On another day several years later, I spoke up at a meal regarding something I had been taught at school. I was, of course, just repeating what my teacher had told me. Aunt Sue quickly stopped me and corrected me. Again, though, the words of correction were spoken with love.</p><p>Every time we have had a chance to visit my family in Kansas, she was one of the people I always made an effort to see. Because you see, I felt like I was visiting my other mom.</p><p>Thank you, Aunt Sue, for your life and your love. Thank you for loving me enough to tell me the truth. And thank you for being so genuinely in love with Jesus that those around you couldn't help but want to love Him too.</p>Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-12966501546778743012022-05-08T22:05:00.000-04:002022-05-08T22:05:00.348-04:00The "Happy" Mother's Day That Wasn't<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxnsdBV30qpDvgLGV-MlsRZtDVH34j2faRxMlJZ6Z3LVN0SQyo5-hv2HJ-6_cfBx9ENhH5HgoE9pnsqe5GYESsogd5qf5himwngybytM3rYMC3YRiDctJ9hJSCtE2jDPij3BDiMImHykSoPrzKNWgdZdDKxIwx3kmeffizfO3TeCUqTtOOw/s299/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxnsdBV30qpDvgLGV-MlsRZtDVH34j2faRxMlJZ6Z3LVN0SQyo5-hv2HJ-6_cfBx9ENhH5HgoE9pnsqe5GYESsogd5qf5himwngybytM3rYMC3YRiDctJ9hJSCtE2jDPij3BDiMImHykSoPrzKNWgdZdDKxIwx3kmeffizfO3TeCUqTtOOw/s1600/images.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><br /><p>Sunday, May 14, 1995</p><p>Mother's Day had become a burden. After almost six years of marriage, it was yet another holiday to be celebrated without a child. I had not anticipated this day, but rather dreaded it. </p><p>The previous week, we had attended our denomination's District Council. I had no doubt I was <u>not</u> pregnant, as the usual monthly cycle had come once again. I was quite depressed. I spent some time away from the meetings and fellowship. Sleeping in the hotel was my little escape.</p><p>The last morning of the council, in a very special service, our district superintendent spoke. I honestly don't remember his sermon. What I do hold in my memory was the moment he said the Holy Spirit was leading him to have us pray for those who needed healing. Keith took my hand, and we stood together. We told no one of our childlessness. They simply laid their hands on us and prayed.</p><p>When Mother's Day arrived, Keith and I planned to go out to breakfast. We skipped morning service at church. This turned out to be an even worse plan. The restaurant was filled with families honoring their mothers. We weren't at church to celebrate our friends who were moms. All I wanted to do was go home and be in solitude.</p><p>That evening, we did attend church. A friend asked how our Mother's Day had been? My response was only to say, "Mother's Day isn't a good day for us." </p><p>A few weeks later, we attended another ministers' gathering. Through a series of events which I won't detail here, I ended up in a women's restroom sobbing. My heart was broken. I was never going to be a mother. My wonderful husband knocked at the door, and took me by the hand. We embarked on a short walk alone. He finally said, "We have to give this to God. Even if we never have a child of our own, we need to be open to adopting. Whatever God has for us, we need to be willing to obey." [Probably not his exact words, but it was something similar.]</p><p>And so we prayed...</p><p>Within a week's time, I was sitting in a doctor's office waiting. The nurse popped her head around the corner. With a big smile, she announced: "It's positive!" The date? June 17, 1995. It was our sixth wedding anniversary. And also the day before Father's Day.</p><p>For some reason, on this Mother's Day 27 years later, my heart has been filled with our story. I felt someone needed to hear it. Whoever you are, remember that God has a plan. I have friends who have been called to parent their biological children. I have friends who have been called to parent through foster parenting. I have friends who have been called to parent through adoption. I have friends who have been called to parent through mentoring young people in their church or community. </p><p>Hold on to hope. Hold on to God's hand and let Him lead you.</p><p>And know that I am praying.</p><p><i><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 1.575em; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the </span><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 1.575em; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Lord</span></b></span></i><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 1.575em; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><span style="color: red;"><b>, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"</b></span></i><span style="color: #3d3d3d;"> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 1.575em;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Jeremiah 29:11, NIV</b></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-26784315157911678392021-10-29T13:53:00.004-04:002021-10-29T13:57:50.888-04:00RemembrancesIt has been two years since you left us. Yet, if I blink my eyes... <div><br /></div><div>I can see you sitting in your favorite chair. I can hear your voice as you talk about the state of the crops, or the condition of the cattle market. I can recall your playful tone when I called and said, "It's Joni", and you responded, "It is you, isn't it?". Or when it was Mom's turn, you handed her the phone, and said, "It's Jopey." </div><div><br /></div><div>I have memories of you crawling under whatever tractor decided it was good to break down during planting season--or a combine with the same crazy idea during harvest. </div><div><br /></div><div>Your implement store cap, bill upturned, shading your face, but never stopping the dust of the Plains from coating your face. The grease from a thousand and one repairs never completely erased from under your nails. The farmer's tan, earned from decades of working under the sweltering Kansas sun. Wrestling and roughly rubbing down a newborn calf to coax warmth and life into its little body, and helping clean up the back porch after the baby was safely returned to its mama. A lifetime of dealing with the droughts, floods, snows, storms, and crazily fluctuating market prices etching themselves into the lines of your dear, caring face. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hear your laughter as you share the latest "overhead in the coffee shop" joke, or as you read a humorous tidbit from whatever newspaper you have in hand. </div><div><br /></div><div>I reminisce about making the trek to church, no matter what the weatherman said. I see you sitting at the head of the table, thanking God for providing another meal. In my mind's eye, there is a permanent photo album of church memories: Sunday school class, teaching the children another "Did you know?", late-night board meetings, sitting at the end of the pew, and giving me "the look" if I misbehaved. Standing (and in later years sitting, when standing was no longer possible) at the church doors, greeting everyone with a welcoming smile and a word or two to let every individual know they were welcome.</div><div><br /></div><div>Too many memories to count... </div><div><br /></div><div>Journeys to Colorado. Fishing in the mountain streams. Those perilous, rough trips in the Jeep, as we made our way slowly up the seemingly impassable mountain trails.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sitting at the kitchen table, eating Life cereal, because that's what my daddy eats.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seeing you in the stands as I struggled with my confidence as a basketball player, and your words of encouragement after you conferred with the coach. We both knew I loved to play, but I was never going to be a sports standout. </div><div><br /></div><div>Always looking for your face in the audience, and many times knowing the farm had taken precedence over a play, sporting event, or music festival. But also knowing you would always want to know how it went.</div><div><br /></div><div>The feeling of your dear, thin hand as we said our last "in person" goodbyes. And the sound of your feeble voice in that final, precious phone call. </div><div><br /></div><div> You are forever in my heart, Daddy. Two years is nothing in light of eternity.</div>Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-31101431372478294022021-04-04T15:43:00.003-04:002021-04-04T21:42:20.849-04:00A Gift from the Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7O_rKzicALnrX3Q92aKU8KSFiYf70SxyjSieOyWENVWH3KKX_crjvN4DUDt0xZLMSEebYDXrFx0WpoYaTTlMs54h4s8kExYXKf-bgVx_A9UVNfve0c6GhqvoWb4kso7XeX046/s1300/5881304-nicely-wrapped-present-isolated-on-a-white-background-.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="1300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7O_rKzicALnrX3Q92aKU8KSFiYf70SxyjSieOyWENVWH3KKX_crjvN4DUDt0xZLMSEebYDXrFx0WpoYaTTlMs54h4s8kExYXKf-bgVx_A9UVNfve0c6GhqvoWb4kso7XeX046/s320/5881304-nicely-wrapped-present-isolated-on-a-white-background-.jpg"/></a></div>
Have you ever looked into the eyes of someone who was less than thrilled with a gift? You can see it the moment the paper falls away. What is revealed is far less than what they had expected. Disappointment is very obvious. The words are still spoken, "Thank you!", but there is no doubt the recipient is feeling let down.
The problem is, you had spent hours and hours looking for just the right item. You put a lot of thought and time into choosing a gift that would bring a smile to the face and joy to the heart. Yet, there is only a forced smile and a pretense of gratitude.
The same holds true for the ultimate Gift Giver. His greatest Gift to the world was not a spur of the moment decision. When searching for the very best Gift, money was no object. He would not give anything less than the very best. He held nothing back.
Scripture says, "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before Him."
Ponder those words: Before the foundation of the world. Before the Garden of Eden. Before the first bite of the fruit. Before Cain or Abel. Before all of it. BEFORE creation was even formed, God had chosen the Gift. He had formed the plan, and knew the outcome. He even knew the reaction of every recipient. He knew whether that Gift would be received or rejected.
This past week, we have pondered again the plan. We remembered the triumphant entry into Jerusalem. We paused again to reflect on the overturning of the tables in the temple of Jerusalem. We walked through the Triduum--the last three days--of the life of Jesus. We relived the Last Supper. We walked to the Garden of Gethsemane with Him. We witnessed His agony in prayer, and the betrayal by one of His followers. We reminsced on the importance of the private, quick trial and hasty conviction of One who had taught, healed, and worked other miracles publicly. We recalled His brutal scourging and horrific death on a Roman cross of crucifixion. Then, quite joyfully, we celebrated His coming back to life: the resurrection of a man who died a brutal death. We sang the songs. We wore the beautiful clothes.
But what is that in our eyes? Is it disappointment? Are we feeling let down? Is there a moment of, "Oh, is that all?"
Remember the verse quoted above: In Christ, God has given us EVERY spiritual blessing. In accepting that amazing, seemingly impossible Gift, we are participating in the plan begun "before the foundation of the world". God knew what would happen. He knew we would often choose other things that sparkled or offered more momentary joy. He knew. Yet, He continued with the plan. He went forward with offering His own Son to come, live, die, and resurrect. He didn't withhold anything.
Romans 8:31-32 says, "What then shall we say to this? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not spare His own Son but gave Him up for us all, will He not also give us all things with Him?"
My hope and prayer is that today, you will take some time to reflect on the value of this Gift. Don't stop at Easter Sunday, and decide to set Him aside. Open the entire Gift, and let Him give you "all things" that He desires: Life. Love. Strength. Wisdom. Understanding. Fortitude. Knowledge. Piety. Peace. Joy. Longsuffering. Kindness. Goodness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self-control. And so much more!
Accept the Gift. Acknowledge the Giver with unbridled joy and deep thankfulness of heart. This is definitely the Gift that keeps on giving!
For more information:
<a href="https://www.catholic.com/qa/the-seven-gifts-of-the-holy-spirit" target="_blank">https://www.catholic.com/qa/the-seven-gifts-of-the-holy-spirit</a>Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-3545264859479935842021-01-02T22:09:00.004-05:002021-01-02T22:09:42.515-05:00A Year of Firsts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMnRCWoRkmtvFVtLwqU54RTZ-DgsrOs1C9y1zs04v8Gg-duhL3G2Gdl9UCz04pniFuxv0byxwUXEGfBhAA6-GhKHaBDU7v4F_UICnK44lG9OgWcxgwnZl8qiJNbQKMMnSld_Z/s1885/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1414" data-original-width="1885" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMnRCWoRkmtvFVtLwqU54RTZ-DgsrOs1C9y1zs04v8Gg-duhL3G2Gdl9UCz04pniFuxv0byxwUXEGfBhAA6-GhKHaBDU7v4F_UICnK44lG9OgWcxgwnZl8qiJNbQKMMnSld_Z/w400-h300/Untitled.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I could simply type "2020" and everyone would have a whole recollection of "firsts" for the past year. So many unexpected experiences. I have seen the word "unprecedented" more in the past twelve months than I have in my whole life. Yes, it is definitely a year that will not quickly pass from memory.</p><p>Like all of you, I have undergone a series of "firsts":</p><p>1) First time wearing a mask when entering a bank (add church, grocery store, etc. etc.); 2) First time not going to church for two months, because we weren't allowed to be there in person; 3) First time seeing our family and not hugging them; 4) First time attending church at a distance from others; 5) First time attending church and being told not to sing; 6) First time staying at a motel with a complimentary breakfast--and being given a brown bag; 7) First time trying to connect with people without them seeing me smile back; 8) First time visiting friends with a door, window, or at least 6' between us; 9) First time teaching piano lessons remotely (which began with a whole lot of other "firsts"); and, 10) First time I have taken a walk EVERY day for several weeks in a row just so I could be out of the house!</p><p>As you're reading this, you can probably relate to most or all of those "firsts" as well.</p><p>But, totally unrelated to COVID-19, this has been another year of "firsts" (beginning in October, 2019):</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeJtTRjnRdrBfCoB_H8h8Nqwj1n49uWDrSxEWiPJE0FK8NK1Asl1Vn0MO0nZAa-ZzkWowty1YBCXairBEka4rw6rI4_xVR8PbsTDYIZCLcJ0c5hP0SJukgkB3Xqpc2Ix0t5GV/s625/2020-08-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="469" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeJtTRjnRdrBfCoB_H8h8Nqwj1n49uWDrSxEWiPJE0FK8NK1Asl1Vn0MO0nZAa-ZzkWowty1YBCXairBEka4rw6rI4_xVR8PbsTDYIZCLcJ0c5hP0SJukgkB3Xqpc2Ix0t5GV/w150-h200/2020-08-06.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br />1) First year my dad celebrated his birthday in the presence of his Lord; 2) First year of not having Dad call to ask about the weather, and "are you kids safe up there?"; 3) First year of going to Kansas, but Dad wasn't there to greet us; and, 4) First year of longing for heaven so much it physically hurts.<p></p><p>This list could go on and on, but I'm sure you get the picture. </p><p>Let's move on, though. What are some of the truly positive "firsts"?</p><p>Our family has spent more time together than ever before. In certain moments, that may have felt like a negative instead of a positive. I mean, four adults together in a 2-bedroom apartment?! But even on those occasions when we all just needed some s-p-a-c-e, it was a positive. We have learned new ways to talk through our differences and help each other through the craziness of life. </p><p>Our oldest son landed his first full-time job. That, my friends, is definitely a positive.</p><p>Our family has gone on more outdoor adventures than ever before. Including, but not limited to, getting lost on a hiking trail, along with about 20 strangers. (Which reminds me of a letter I should write to the Cuyahoga County Parks folks. Trail markers are an important tool in life!)</p><p>In far deeper ways, I have learned to appreciate the times I do have with friends and family. </p><p>I have learned how much strength I draw from being at church with my brothers and sisters in Christ, and from the reception of Holy Communion. From March to May, watching Mass via a computer screen, it created this deep longing inside. The first time "public" Mass was offered at our church, we were there, masks in place!</p><p>I have experienced life without my dad's verbal encouragement, yes. But I have learned to live out his words of wisdom by simply remembering his example. What a gift! </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelihDDaHu1VH-Y_vJADhJqZPtUb7NCkUlEYlCGqHIBGEHi3dox1_yBmhOTzHolU8AeZUi3Jf-NN3dTfxyEKoGyA03uq054UQR_lbYSYN0Cepw-kA628iZ4yQ1OgDvlxdosDva/s225/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelihDDaHu1VH-Y_vJADhJqZPtUb7NCkUlEYlCGqHIBGEHi3dox1_yBmhOTzHolU8AeZUi3Jf-NN3dTfxyEKoGyA03uq054UQR_lbYSYN0Cepw-kA628iZ4yQ1OgDvlxdosDva/w134-h134/download.jpg" width="134" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://stevemarselstudio.com" target="_blank">stevemarselstudio.com</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table>I think the biggest lesson I have learned throughout the madness of 2020 is that we all NEED each other. Sure, we have a plethora of different views on religion, politics, etc. But in the end, we are all <br />PEOPLE. We were created for relationship. I pray that we all learn the importance of that in new ways in the year 2021.</p><p>May your new year be filled with more positive "firsts" and less negative! </p>Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-80416634500344879792020-04-19T18:01:00.000-04:002020-04-19T18:16:23.493-04:00Th-th-th-that's NOT all, folks!One week ago, we were all rejoicing at the glory of Christ's resurrection. We recalled His triumphal entry into Jerusalem. We mourned as we remembered His cruel death. We waited in silence, as we called to mind His time in the grave. On Sunday, though, we were full of joy as we relived the discovery of an empty tomb. There it is. One more Easter in the books. Let's move along and bide our time until Memorial Day. Check off another holiday!<br />
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In the Catholic Church, we celebrate a time known as the Octave of Easter. Eight days of singing the Gloria! and letting forth a resounding Alleluia! Today, on the eighth day, we celebrate the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YrfxXb8Uwk" target="_blank">Feast of Divine Mercy</a>. How glorious it is to call to mind the great mercy of God, who sent His Son for our salvation. Check off another holy day!<br />
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This is just the beginning! We also celebrate not just one day, but a <u>season</u> of fifty days of Easter! From Easter Sunday, we spend the next 7 weeks delighting in the goodness of His life, which brings us life. After 40 days of fasting, alms giving, and prayer, we take this period of time to express our thanks to God. At the end of these fifty days, we will reach another wonderful time: Pentecost.<br />
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One would think, then, that with the worldwide pandemic situation, I would be a mess. All the usual things should be plaguing me: Who else is going to contract coronavirus? How many more people will die? What if one of my family members shows symptoms? What if life has changed forever? What if this quickly-moving virus has stolen everything we thought we knew?<br />
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I can honestly say, though, this has not happened to me. I am naturally concerned. I do worry some when I feel like people are basically "thumbing their noses" to all the advice given by the medical professionals. On a GOOD day, washing our hands, covering our coughs, drinking plenty of fluids, etc., is great advice. These steps help protect us from the common cold, flu, and other viruses. After having gone through two fairly rough battles with two different strains of influenza, I will testify to the necessity of these basic hygiene steps. They are a bulwark again any germ that strives to grow<br />
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But these are not "good" days in our world, are they? Millions of people have contracted COVID-19. Over 100,000 people have died. Healthcare workers and hospitals are stretched beyond their limits. Businesses have been shut down. Unemployment has skyrocketed. We have learned a new "normal" as we have adapted to social distancing, staying at home, washing and rewashing our hands, sanitizing surfaces repeatedly, and watching the reports to see how the fight against this pandemic is progressing.<br />
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But, I'm not worried. I have had one small panic attack during this entire ordeal, and it wasn't directly related to all of this. It was just a normal life thing.<br />
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How is that possible?!<br />
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The answer can be found in today's Gospel reading from Luke 24: <br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">"While they were still speaking about this, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">he stood in their midst and said to them, '</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Peace be with you.'”</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">The world of Jesus's disciples had been turned upside down. He had been arrested, crucified, and buried. The tomb was now empty. They weren't completely sure what to do or believe. Then, He came to them. Knowing the turmoil in their hearts, His first words: "Peace be with you" spoke to the core of their beings.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">The same risen Lord is speaking that to us today as well. He knows the world is crazy. He knows there is disease, anxiety, confusion, and despair. Yet He still speaks those simple words, "Peace be with you." He has overcome the grave. We no longer need to fear death.</span></span><br />
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Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-9419311412600031842020-04-13T22:09:00.001-04:002020-04-13T22:17:26.338-04:00The Light Shines in the DarknessAs a continuation of my last post from Holy Saturday...<br />
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Early Sunday morning, Mary Magdalene came to them with the craziest notion: she had seen the Lord. Alive. He spoke to her. There were angels as well, telling her not to seek the living among the dead. What was this nonsense? Peter and John ran to the tomb. Someone must have stolen the body of Jesus, and was playing some kind of cruel trick.<br />
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But stepping into the darkened space, they saw something beyond belief. There was no longer a body of a dead Man. There was the simple burial cloth, folded and set aside. If someone had stolen His body, they wouldn't have taken the time to do that, would they?<br />
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So many questions. Mary's answer didn't seem plausible. Yet she was so emphatic that she had actually seen Jesus and heard His voice. Could it be? <i>How</i> could it be?<br />
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Two other disciples showed up with another impossible story. A man had been walking along the road to Emmaus with them. When they stopped for their evening meal, they invited the man to stay with them. As the time approached for the blessing, they asked their visitor to pray. In His actions, they began to know and truly see. As soon as He left them (disappeared, they said!), they returned to Jerusalem to tell the eleven disciples. Is this really happening? It all seemed too incredible to be true!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span class="text Luke-24-36" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">"Jesus himself stood among them, and said to them, 'Peace to you.'</span><span class="text Luke-24-37" id="en-RSVCE-30193" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> </span>But they were startled and frightened, and supposed that they saw a spirit. </span><span class="text Luke-24-38" id="en-RSVCE-30194" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">And he said to them, 'Why are you troubled, and why do questionings rise in your hearts?</span><span class="text Luke-24-39" id="en-RSVCE-30195" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> </span>See my hands and my feet, that it is I myself; handle me, and see; for a spirit has not flesh and bones as you see that I have.' </span><span class="text Luke-24-40" id="en-RSVCE-30196" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> </span>And when he had said this, he showed them his hands and his feet.</span><span class="text Luke-24-41" id="en-RSVCE-30197" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"> </span>And while they still disbelieved for joy, and wondered, he said to them, 'Have you anything here to eat?' </span><span class="text Luke-24-42" id="en-RSVCE-30198" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">They gave him a piece of broiled fish, </span><span class="text Luke-24-43" id="en-RSVCE-30199" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">and he took it and ate before them."</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="text Luke-24-43" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="text Luke-24-43" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">As John would later testify, <i>"</i></span><i><span class="text 1John-1-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon and touched with our hands, concerning the word of life—</span><span class="text 1John-1-2" id="en-RSVCE-34700" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">the life was made manifest, and we saw it, and testify to it, and proclaim to you the eternal life which was with the Father and was made manifest to us—</span><span class="text 1John-1-3" id="en-RSVCE-34701" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px;">that which we have seen and heard we proclaim also to you, so that you may have fellowship with us; and our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son Jesus Christ." </span></i></span><br />
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Jerusalem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Crowds took up the shouts of
“Hosanna to the Son of David”, “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the
Lord!” “Blessed is the kingdom of our father David that is coming!”, and
“Hosanna in the highest heaven!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Palm
branches and garments were strewn across His path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Such actions were surely in recognition of a
king, or maybe…the Messiah?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was
nothing less than a great teacher or prophet, this Nazarene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stories of His teachings, His miracles of
healing, the multiplying of bread and fish, and even the raising of the dead
had circulated throughout the countryside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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great Feast of the Passover in the coming days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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The religious leaders recognized the center of attention
right away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They, too, knew the stories
of His miracles and teachings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was
no ordinary man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most of the leaders
felt threatened by His mere presence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>And here He was, riding on a donkey, and accepting the acclamation given
by the people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They tried to put a stop
to it at once.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From Luke 19:39-40:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And some of the Pharisees in the multitude
said to him, ‘Teacher, rebuke your disciples.’ He answered, ‘I tell you, if
these were silent, the very stones would cry out.’”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The mood of the crowd does not appear to have
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On the following day, Jesus taught in the temple, answered
the questions meant to entrap Him, and did not shy away from public
attention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m sure many in Jerusalem
were further intrigued by the authority of the teachings given by this
Man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was welcomed into the Holy City
with shouts of triumph.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The leaders
seemed to be against Him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And yet, here
He was in the temple, teaching publicly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He even tossed over some tables, and not a finger was laid on Him!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(see Luke 19:45-48)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Laz′arus was, whom Jesus had raised from the dead.” (John 12:1)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He traveled outside the city to the home of
Lazarus, Martha, and Mary—a journey of about 2 miles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here, He and His disciples were given a
supper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For all appearances, this did
not seem to differ from previous visits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, a seemingly small act changed it all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mary knelt at the feet of Jesus, and poured
costly, perfumed oil on His feet, then wiped His feet with her hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a moment of insight and foreshadowing, the
writer notes a comment made by Judas—who would betray Him—that this oil could
have been sold, and the money given to the poor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<span style="background: white; color: black;">This he said, not that he cared for the poor but
because he was a thief, and as he had the money box he used to take what was
put into it.” (John 12:6)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can only
imagine the puzzled glances as Jesus responded that she was anointing Him for
his burial.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Matthew 26:12)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">Judas began showing his true colors over the next
few days, as he proceeded back into the city and cut a deal with the chief
priests.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What will you give me if I
deliver Him to you?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That day, thirty
pieces of silver became the price of more than one life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">As the Feast of Passover approached, Jesus gave
instructions for the celebration of the Seder (a Jewish ritual service and
ceremonial dinner).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A room was secured,
provisions purchased, and preparations made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Perhaps they felt a bit of hopefulness in the traditions being
practiced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Surely Jesus was merely tired
when He kept speaking of His impending death?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Passover was a time to rejoice and celebrate the release from
captivity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">Jesus began the evening by washing the feet of
His disciples.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was usually the job
of the lowest of servants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet here He
was on bended knee, washing the dust and filth from their feet, and wiping them
dry with a towel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Obviously, this made
His followers very uncomfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Peter
even decried the actions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jesus made it
very clear that this was an important moment, though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was an action He wanted them to imitate,
as they learned to serve each other as well as any others under their care.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">He then spoke of a betrayal that would take
place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one seemed to see Judas as a
suspect, as they all questioned Him, “Is it I?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Almost immediately after this, Judas went away to fulfill his agreement
with the leaders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where was Judas
going?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was he taking an offering to the
poor in observance of this holy feast? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ceremony.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As He offered the bread, He
called it His own body, which would be given up for them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of the usual cup blessing, He spoke
of it as His blood, which would be poured out for them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was this?! Certainly not the traditional words they had
spoken since their childhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">Following the meal, they went out to the Kidron
valley to pray.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a garden there,
at the foot of the Mount of Olives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There, Jesus walked away to pray by Himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There, He fought the final battle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Upon His return to His disciples, He found
them sleeping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had been a long day,
filled with the final preparations for their celebration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still, could they not pray with Him for even
one hour? Surely they felt embarrassed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">From this point, events began to happen in rapid
succession.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The temple guards, led by
Judas, came into the garden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Judas
kissed Jesus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Peter cut off a servant’s
ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jesus healed the man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then, He was bound and taken away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The disciples ran, supposing they too could
be arrested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John alone followed at a
distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">Later, Peter would find his way into the
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">All too soon, morning arrived, and Jesus was
taken by the leaders to Pilate, then to Herod, and back again to Pilate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In an attempt to appease the crowds, yet not
condemn an innocent man, Pilate offered to release Jesus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a common act of good will at each
year’s Passover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the leaders stirred
up the crowd, and they shouted, “Away with Him!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Give us Barabbas!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Upon further
insistence of this Man’s innocence, they responded to Pilate with even more
vigor, “Crucify Him!”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span>He was scourged (a horrible, brutal whipping).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was mocked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was crowned with a thorny wreath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was spit upon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His blood oozed from wounds which marred His
entire body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was given a cross to
carry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His weakened, battered body was
given a burden so cruel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet the bigger
burden was unseen, for He was carrying the very sin of the world on His
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">In the end, His was a death common to so many
others who were crucified.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was nailed
to the crossbeam, both through His hands and feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cross was lifted for all to see.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was mocked, even by others suffering the
same fate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a difference,
though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This Man called out for His
Father to forgive his tormentors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He offered
no words of anger or revilement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There
was no response to the accusations of, “He saved others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let Him come down from the cross and save
Himself.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He answered not a word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">With His last breath, He spoke the simple words:
“It is finished (accomplished, consummated).”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then He bowed His head and died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">In the moments after His death, Joseph of Arimathea asked for
Jesus’s body to be given to him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
women who were there followed him, and Nicodemus provided the spices and oils
to prepare His body for burial.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
religious leaders asked for a guard and a seal for the tomb.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">So there they were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Holy Saturday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A day of stunned
silence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the hopes and dreams of the
past three years seem to be as dead as the Man who invoked them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They didn’t know the end of the story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They only knew what they could observe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was dead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Their lives were more than likely at risk as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Judas hanged himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All seemed lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">As we have journeyed through this Lent and the
COVID-19 situation at the same time, you may be feeling somewhat similar
emotions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our world has come to an
almost standstill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our usual
preparations for celebrating Easter have been stifled by an invisible, yet
very real enemy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our hopes may seem as
buried in despair as the hopes of the disciples almost 2,000 years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white;">Have you experienced the gamut of emotions they
felt during that first Holy Week? </span><span style="background-color: white;">Are you feeling that stunned silence? </span></div>
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<br />Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-43160216432017626622020-01-11T12:41:00.003-05:002020-01-11T13:05:50.762-05:00PerspectivesLast night, as I lay awake (insomnia is great for introspective moments), this blog came to mind. It was begun back in 2006, as our family made a faith journey, as well as a literal journey from one state to another. I needed a sort of "incognito" space to express my thoughts and feelings as we moved from the denomination of our childhoods to a new place. (As a wise friend put it, we were learning to stop putting God in <u>our</u> boxes.) From time to time, I also shared some of the struggles of dealing with anxiety and panic attacks.<br />
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Then, as we settled into a new phase of life, the postings became a bit more of the practical, day-to-day-in-the-life-of-a-home-schooling-mom style. It was an outlet for me. I spent most of my hours being "mom" and "teacher". Sometimes I just needed to be "Joni".<br />
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Along the way, I met several other bloggers. I learned so much from their writing styles and techniques. On a deeper level, though, I learned from their journeys. They were experiencing trials and joys unique to their own paths. Their openness and willingness to share their fears, doubts, joys, triumphs, and sorrows, and yet still clinging to God in the midst of it all, encouraged me to do the same. (As a side note, I am now "friends" with most of these fine people on Facebook. I've also had the privilege of meeting some of them face-to-face!)<br />
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Over the past several years, our lives have taken on a new perspective. My husband began a discernment period that stretched over 4 1/2 years, and ended in great disappointment and hurt for our family. (Every cloud does have a silver lining. My husband has moved into a previously unexpected job position, for which we are truly grateful.) However, those times of trial have changed all of us.<br />
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Both of our sons have grown into adulthood, which has brought about a whole new phase of worries, but also many times of joy! We are incredibly proud of both of them. It is especially interesting to watch the ways they grow in their faith. Of course, they have their own sets of struggles, doubts, and learning curves. But God is always faithful in the midst of it all.<br />
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The one thing we have been walking through as a family is the loss of my dad. Though we knew the time would come, experiencing it has been difficult. If you've read <a href="https://journeythoughts.blogspot.com/2014/07/let-me-tell-you-about-man.html" target="_blank">my post about Dad</a>, I hope you have even an inkling of what a special man he was to all of us. Our grief is not without hope, as my dad was truly a friend of God. But it is still hard, nonetheless.<br />
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And so, it is my 53rd birthday. (I admitted my age!!!) I have become a reflective person, though I feel I have always been one in at least some small sense.<br />
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Let's see where the next year takes me as a writer/blogger.<br />
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I gasp when I see the time lapses between my posts. This blog used to be a daily ritual! It's not that I have nothing about which to write. I often lay awake at night, thinking of a myriad of topics I could address. But alas, life and it's busyness take over my time. Writing is a luxury, not a priority.</div>
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This evening, I was viewing a one (of the thousands) of videos that pop up in my Facebook news feed. It caught my attention, as I have been intrigued (and sickened) by the Holocaust since my childhood. It is a level of inhumanity I cannot comprehend. </div>
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The subject of this particular video was Eva Mozes Kor, one of the "Mengele twins". If you're not familiar with this term, these twins were the human guinea pigs of Dr. Josef Mengele ("Angel of Death"). Dr. Mengele conducted experiments on these children, with seemingly no care for their health. His goal was to find new ways to expand the Aryan race.</div>
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Eva arrived at Auschwitz with her family: father, mother, and siblings. A short time after disembarking the train, she and her sister were separated from their parents and older sisters. They never saw those family members again. Eva and Miriam were taken to a barracks building, where they joined many other children. Until the day of their liberation, they suffered indescribable atrocities at the hands of men whose only interest in them was as "lab rats" for their horrific genetic research.</div>
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But that was not the end of her story. If you take the time to watch <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdgPAetNY5U" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the video</a>, you will probably shed a tear or two. There was more grief, but there was also victory.</div>
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Eva was a real-life hero. She didn't score a touchdown with 5 seconds left in the 4th quarter. She never won an Oscar. She wasn't born into a wealthy family, with TV cameras following her every move. She didn't star in "The Avengers". She never put in the 3-point, last-second shot. She didn't even host a talk show for debating the perceived ills of the world, revealing how to solve them through her gift of repartee. </div>
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No, Eva did none of those things. </div>
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What Eva did was beyond the scope of what our society deems as worthy of hero worship. First, she survived. She made it through the unspeakable months of torture which was masqueraded as "medical investigation". She outlasted the barbarity, and came out on the other side. Wounded both inside and out, yes. </div>
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Second--and I believe more noteworthy--was a decision she made fifty years later. She chose to let go of her woundedness. She took the road less traveled. She determined to be a world changer.</div>
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She chose to forgive.</div>
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Now, if you're a Christian reader, you might be thinking, "Okay, but we all know Jesus did that first. He said, 'Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.' He was <b>the</b> example." Of course, you are absolutely correct. But isn't it kind of an "easy out" to say this? I mean, after all, He was God-in-the-flesh. He was perfect. He suffered, yes, but He knew He would rise from the dead, and all would be well. Again, though, you are absolutely correct. It's just that sometimes it is too easy to overlook the heroes all around us in our modern world.</div>
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True heroism is seen in <u>every person</u> who reflects that aspect of our Lord. Anyone who suffers in ways beyond our imagination, and still chooses to forgive? A hero.</div>
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And now I look into the mirror and ask, "Am I a heroine? Do I forgive every wrong, whether real or perceived?"</div>
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I invite you to look into your mirror, too.</div>
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Let's be real-life heroes.</div>
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What a crazy spring and summer it has been!<br />
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In April, my dad fell a couple of times. He had just recuperated from Influenza B, and was coughing again, too. Thankfully, after some quick phone calls, he was taken to the ER. He was experiencing several health issues. Within the next two weeks, we almost lost him. Dad was taken to the Kansas Heart hospital, and went through a couple of weeks of tremendous pain and sickness. <br />
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While Dad was in the hospital, Mom had eye surgery for wet macular degeneration. I'm so thankful for my three older sisters, and all the ways they cared for my parents during this time! <br />
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The following weekend, Dad's condition worsened again. <br />
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Our family made a quick, one-day journey to Kansas. The day after we arrived, Dad began a transition into hospice care. Within a short time, he was moved to a nursing care facility closer to their home. I stayed with Mom for two weeks, and helped transport her to see Dad. My husband and sons were only able to stay for one week.<br />
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While in Kansas, Keith developed some symptoms that appeared to be a sinus infection. He visited the local ER, and was put on antibiotics. He seemed to be improving. However, on his way back to Ohio, his symptoms returned. After visiting our doctor's office and having more tests, it was determined he was having thyroid issues.<br />
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The four of us finally reunited in Ohio on Memorial Day. <br />
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June was a month of other issues, which I won't go into here. During July, we had even more situations come at our family. <br />
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My dad continues to be in hospice care. My mom travels 40 miles round trip so she can see him every day. My two oldest sisters and their families are going beyond the call of duty to care for both of them.<br />
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But the stretching wasn't done!<br />
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Keith saw an open position at a parish near us. He has been looking for just such a position for several years. Within a week of applying and his interview, he had the job! He began his new employment this week. This evening, our family attended Mass and a youth event at our new home parish. We have attended the same parish for 13 years now, so yes, this is another bit of stretching.<br />
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I'm not sure what God has in store for our fall...but He is faithful, and it will be good! <br />
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We are never done growing and stretching!<br />
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Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-61345416089675331832018-11-03T20:32:00.004-04:002018-11-03T20:32:59.037-04:00Gasp!I haven't posted on this blog in over a year! <br />
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Facebook has become so much easier. A few sentences, and everyone is caught up on my life. But it just doesn't have the "got the writing out of me" satisfaction that I have gained from blogging all these years.<br />
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This week is one of those that makes life interesting. It stretched my faith and keeps me on my knees.<br />
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My husband came down with a cold-type thing last week, which turned into bronchitis. Earlier this week, the germs caught up with me. <br />
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On Monday, my car began making horrible noises. The mechanic discovered a few problems with the exhaust system. That meant a trip to a muffler shop. There are more repairs that will need to be made ASAP--don't want to lose the transmission or gas tank in the middle of winter, right? After taking care of all that, I came home and went straight to bed. Those nasty germs.<br />
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That evening, we supported our local library by ordering Chipotle. In the middle of that meal, a piece of one of my teeth broke off. Yep.<br />
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I also received results of blood work. I have too much bad cholesterol, too little good cholesterol, and my blood sugar is too high.<br />
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The things I hate dealing with the most--car problems, doctor appointments, and dental appointments--all hit in one week. <br /><br />Just trying to remind myself that no matter what happens, God is still in control. My kids are safe. There are more cars. The tooth can be repaired. I CAN eat a healthier diet and exercise regularly! And the necessary funds for all this will be provided.<br />
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God is good!<br />
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How has your week gone???<br />
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<br />Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-23208706316524735982017-09-25T23:11:00.000-04:002017-09-25T23:15:48.880-04:00A Father's HeartI haven't posted on this blog in about 6 months. No excuses from this blogger, only the fact: Life. <br />
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In the past, my times of silence have been due to the busy-ness of life. You know how it is, right? Activities, work, appointments, family events...life.<br />
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This period of quiet as had another source, though. Grief. Grief for situations in our personal lives and the lives of those we love. This has been a year of great loss for our family and extended family. Loss of dreams, loss of loved ones, and loss of hope in the midst of seemingly insurmountable tragedy.<br />
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In the past five days, it all seems to have escalated:<br />
- a dear family (from our church) lost their home to a fire. A family of 10, including a newborn, suddenly became homeless;<br />
- a family member underwent a scary health situation, which is still not completely resolved;<br />
- a man close to our family is undergoing tests to hopefully reveal the cause of physical symptoms that could be life-threatening;<br />
- my uncle is fighting the last stages of a debilitating brain disease, which has in so many ways taken away the man we loved already;<br />
- someone very close to my family is also battling a similar disease;<br />
- one of my young piano students just found out she is going to lose her grandfather. This young lady has already lost so much, and now this;<br />
- a relative in his 40's suffered a massive stroke;<br />
- our friends' teenage grandson has received news that the cancer has returned for the second time and,<br />
- my cousin lost her husband in a horrific stabbing. She and her sons are facing all the difficulties of losing a spouse and father, in addition to the violence that caused his death.<br />
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My heart is so full of grief, it seems it will burst. <br />
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<b><i><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">"Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows..." Isaiah 53:4<br /></span></i></b><br />
<br />Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-4900294284189046232017-03-08T14:11:00.002-05:002017-03-08T14:12:08.586-05:00Bottled UpLife doesn't always treat us the way we've planned. Over the past month or so, my life has been turned inside out and upside down in more ways than one. I've cried a lot of tears and felt a lot of pain. <br />
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There's this really amazing portion of a psalm (56:8) that has been rolling around in my heart:<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In ancient times, mourners would collect their tears in a bottle. The tears would be placed at the tomb of a loved one as a visual reminder of their grief. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">From Wikipedia: "</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Tear Catchers were commonly used during</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Roman" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none;" title="Ancient Roman">Ancient Roman</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">times, with mourners filling glass bottles with their tears, and placing them in tombs as a symbol of their respect for the deceased. It was also used to show remorse, guilt, love and grief. The women cried during the procession, and the more tears collected in tear bottles meant the deceased was more important. The bottles used during the Roman era were lavishly decorated and measured up to four inches in height.</span><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1" style="color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tear_catcher#cite_note-1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;">[1]</a></sup><br />
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Tear bottles were designed with special seals, which allowed the tears to evaporate. By the time that the tears were assumed to have evaporated, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mourning" style="background: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none;" title="Mourning">mourning</a> period was considered over."</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">David's psalm supposes that God has collected his tears as a remembrance of David's mourning and trials. God has numbered, not only the hairs of his head, but every tear drop he has shed, keeping track of them in a book. This is, of course, figurative. But how beautiful!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the New Testament, the woman sits at Jesus' feet and washes His feet with her tears. She then wipes them clean with her hair. Some scholars have speculated that she had plenty of tears, because she had been collecting them. But the death here was not of a friend, but of her own sins and self. It was a show of surrender to the Lord.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Tears are healing. I don't know what you're experiencing, but I do know you don't have to hold back or hide your tears from God. And when you do, trust me, the healing can begin. God is faithful. God is love. Of that I am confident. Let Him hold your tears and heal your heart.</span>Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-66401473677693720032017-01-23T12:14:00.000-05:002018-11-05T12:10:31.859-05:00But what does it mean?!One of my favorite movies of all time is "Eloise at the Plaza." If you're unfamiliar with the Eloise movies, here is the basic story line: Eloise is the 6 year old daughter of a world-traveling mom. Eloise lives at the Plaza Hotel in New York City with her nanny, whose name is...Nanny. Miss E has many adventures and a contagious smile. <br />
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In one, very "Eloise-esque" moment, she is trying to discover the meaning of a French phrase. She follows her tutor, Philip, into the bar at the hotel. Of course, she is underage, being 6 and all. She puts on her "little man" disguise and strides right on in. And, in a way only she can, she wants to know the phrase. She knows the words, but she wants to know what they MEAN.<br />
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It's humorous, and I hope you enjoyed the clip. But, of course, I'm going somewhere with this.<br />
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The words "Pro Life" and "Pro Choice" are thrown around in our society as catch-phrases that are supposed to somehow comprehensively take in who a person is with regard to their politics, religion, feminism, and views on others' lives in general. <br />
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As someone who considers herself "Pro Life," I must admit there are MANY times when I am astonished and horrified at how the media portrays the Pro Life movement and those who support it. Apparently, I am a hateful, uncaring person, who wants nothing more than to impose my own views on other women, take them back to the dark ages of civil rights, and tell them how, when, where and with whom they should or should not have sex. I love babies, but hate the women who find themselves facing an unplanned pregnancy. I am an old, super-religious person who has nothing better to do than wag my finger in the face of progressive, professional women who have lives to lead and ladders to climb. I am standing in the way of society's efforts to improve and enrich the lives of all women, young and old.<br />
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If you know me, you know these things really are not who I am. What does it mean to say I am pro life?<br />
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When I say I'm pro life, I mean ALL life. From the tiniest human being, created at the "spark" of conception, to the oldest human, breathing their last breath after a lifetime of sparks, I am pro YOU. Whether you look like a "clean-cut professional" or have piercings, tattoos, shaved hair, long hair, purple hair, gray hair, or no hair, I am pro "your" life. Whether you have been healthy your whole life, or you have suffered with a debilitating disease, if you have fought and beat cancer, or if cancer is kicking your butt right now...I am pro YOU. Whether you are liberal, conservative, independent, or you're just not quite sure where you stand politically, I am pro "your" life. Whether you are a virgin, or whether you have known an active, complex sex life, I am pro YOU. Whether you are rich or poor, and no matter what color your skin may be, I am pro "your" life. Whether you are "normal" (who really is, though?), or have been labeled as having a physical or mental challenge, I am pro YOU. Because, though our lives' stories are made up of many experiences and choices, the bottom line is this: you are a person of value, simply because you ARE. You have value because you exist. No matter who you are, or where your experiences and choices have taken you in life...I am pro "your" life.<br />
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Will I always agree with your politics, religious views, etc. etc. etc.? Probably not. But you probably won't agree with mine, either, right? But does that make either of us less valuable? My answer would be: NO. We are both of equal value.<br />
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Now, having said all that, I think the other side of the terminology deserves some consideration as well. Is the definition of Pro Choice shown clearly in the media? Do all the women (who attended the Women's March--or wanted to) have the same stands on every issue? Do they all think abortion is simply another method of birth control? Do they all stand behind the mantra, "as much sex as possible with as many people as possible?" Do they all string together as many f-bombs as possible to express their point of view? Are they all atheists, or at least anti-religion? Do they all hate ME?<br />
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<br />Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-44929594953814080352016-11-18T16:11:00.000-05:002016-11-18T16:11:10.826-05:00The Further Adventures of...Me!Last week, I made another journey to my home state: Kansas. I grew up in the southwest corner of the state, where the horizon is farmland, the people are friendly, and life moves at a slower pace (well, mostly!). <div>
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While I was visiting, the weather was unseasonably warm--record-breaking, actually--and mild. (The northwest corner of the state has had snow since then!) I didn't do anything "exciting" by most people's standards. But I spent quality time with my parents, two of my sisters, and a few of my nieces and my nephew. I reconnected with friends and church family from my formative years. I breathed fresh Kansas air and saw AMAZING views of the harvest moon over the cornfields. I saw cotton fields for the first time in my life. Yeah, it was a great trip.</div>
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On my journey west, I experienced one of the best Veteran's Days ever. At every point of my journey, we were applauding the veterans in our midst. The airline (Delta--giving credit where credit is due) handed out blue and red wrapped chocolates at the end of each flight to honor the veterans. A group of young sailors, who were about to board their flight, were surrounded by well-wishers and words of thanks for their willingness to serve. My lunch at Popeye's was shared with a Vietnam Vet from Arkansas. It was awesome!</div>
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I also witnessed the kindness of Americans toward one another. A young mom was traveling with her 8 month old son to visit relatives. As she was navigating the first airport, she realized she had forgotten her son's pacifier. A complete stranger, who happened to have a brand-new one in her diaper bag, offered it to this young woman. The gentleman sitting next to her on our flight took over the role of "grandpa" so she could attend to her son's needs. Every time the pacifier hit the floor, the stewardesses were there in a moment to rinse it. Then someone on the flight produced a lanyard. Three adults (including myself) figured out a way to hook it to the pacifier, so that mommy wouldn't have to keep searching the floor for it. There was applause for successful moments and laughter at the sweet little guy's antics. We became a family on that flight. When we began to disembark, all those seated near her were helping to gather blankets, etc. People of every size, shape, and color united to keep a baby happy for 1 1/2 hours. It was beautiful!</div>
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On my next flight, I sat next to a gentleman from New Jersey, who was on his way to join in the beginning of pheasant season in Kansas. "I'm going to a place called 'Greensburg'. Have you ever heard of it?" I laughed. "Yes! That's where I'm going, too!" He peppered me with questions, and entertained me and our seatmate with his hunting stories. I hope he had fun. It was a hoot!</div>
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On my return yesterday, I had a brand new experience. I met a family of immigrants. In the interest of their safety and privacy, I cannot tell you their names, their country of origin, or their destination. What I can tell you is that I was drawn to them. Imagine for a moment needing to uproot your entire family from the only home they have ever known, and having to trust complete strangers for safe passage to a new country...only to be surrounded by people whose language you cannot understand and whose customs are totally other than anything you have ever known. A busy airport. Tired children. I did my best to converse with them (thank you, Google Translate!) and express American hospitality to these newcomers. I hope I was successful. My prayers are with them as they begin their new life here and that the adjustments to our country will be aided by loving, caring people. It was life-changing for me!<br /><br />My heart is full.</div>
Adminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17038325796029051894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33168534.post-23687597639682975972016-11-08T12:00:00.000-05:002016-11-08T12:00:46.524-05:00That "One Thing"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCv-6bgVnYvwH60ijfnVWqi7m5Gwl1cByCTufps-7U6SczK0p_NXG8HfIgI2sinAv71DpNvG3DiErBKySFoqHVy44Lb3nOFTf0nOKjT-XShGYQcMA6Io3POVHsLVYHZ3PBSnY6/s1600/410mX6sOU1L._AC_UL246_SR190%252C246_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCv-6bgVnYvwH60ijfnVWqi7m5Gwl1cByCTufps-7U6SczK0p_NXG8HfIgI2sinAv71DpNvG3DiErBKySFoqHVy44Lb3nOFTf0nOKjT-XShGYQcMA6Io3POVHsLVYHZ3PBSnY6/s1600/410mX6sOU1L._AC_UL246_SR190%252C246_.jpg" /></a>So now that it is Election Day in the United States of America, I am finally posting about this several months' long experience we call "the process." (If you're like me, you may feel as if you've been put through a food processor! We're put in, a little at a time, and then the large "whirrrrrrr" and we're chopped, processed, and totally mixed up!)<br />
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I have friends on both sides of the political spectrum, as well as a few in the middle. I consider myself conservative, but have been known to cast a few ballots for "the other side" in my day.<br />
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Some people wonder what is the big deal, anyway? After all, as long as we have someone in the White House who will take charge and keep things running along, it will all pan out, right?<br />
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Others have asked me why so many conservative Christians seem to focus on a one-issue paradigm. Thus, this article.<br />
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Because honestly, it really is a one-issue election for me. I can sum it up in one word: LIFE. <br />
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Then come the accusations of only caring for babies, and not being concerned about women, and so many other issues, such as social justice; equal rights for all genders, races, belief systems, etc.; immigration policies; the death penalty; reproductive rights; health care; international affairs; and the list goes on.<br />
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I offer this to you, though. If we do not base our vote on LIFE, how do the other issues matter? If a child is not given the chance to live, then the story is over. No need for social justice, because he/she is dead. No need for equal rights, because their life has ended. If we do not care about LIFE, then no other position has any credence. If we do not care about helping someone live the end of their life in a loving, caring environment, anything else we have done throughout their life is senseless. If people only have value when they are contributing to society, then why bother with health care? If we do not place importance on caring for those with physical disabilities or mental issues, what good are equal rights? Are those rights only for the "elite, acceptable" people in our population?<br />
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box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span> your God<span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-RSVCE-5725a" data-link="[<a href="#fen-RSVCE-5725a" title="See footnote a">a</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">[<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Deuteronomy%2030:15-20&version=RSVCE#fen-RSVCE-5725a" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #b34b2c; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;" title="See footnote a">a</a>]</span> which I command you this day, by loving the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span> your God, by walking in his ways, and by keeping his commandments and his statutes and his ordinances, then you shall live and multiply, and the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; 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therefore choose life, that you and your descendants may live, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"></span><span class="text Deut-30-20" id="en-RSVCE-5729" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "verdana" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">20 </span>loving the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span> your God, obeying his voice, and cleaving to him; for that means life to you and length of days, that you may dwell in the land which the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; 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On this last day of August, it occurs to me that summer is winding down, and fall will soon be upon us. Gasp. (Have you heard the forecast for winter? Let's not talk about that.) It may just be my age, but it seems every summer zooms by a bit more quickly than the last. (But let's not talk about my age, either. Thanks.)<div>
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Our family's summer was neatly planned back in the late months of winter. This being my husband's Jubilee Year (yes, he turned 50 in December), he wanted to spend the year celebrating, not bemoaning the progression of the hands of time. Every vacation day and personal day were arranged for optimal memory-making. Our family was going to visit the sites of Keith's life--Detroit, Chicago, Springfield (Missouri), and...others. And then...</div>
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On a fateful day at the beginning of June, his job ended. Suddenly, all our well-laid plans had to be set aside in deference to the sudden lack of income. It was a blow, but not the final count.</div>
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Within days, friends were dropping off food and other necessities. Surprise cards in the mail containing monetary gifts. Gift cards to the local grocery store. If I had the words, I would describe that feeling of amazed gratitude and awe at how good God is, and how incredible it is to be blessed by His people. I cried so many tears of thanksgiving. </div>
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One of those unexpected gifts was a check that arrived with a note, telling us to take our previously-planned-then-cancelled trip to Kansas to visit my family. The check covered our expenses, and then some. Wow. Our trip had been postponed, but was quickly rescheduled!</div>
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Some of our other plans have had to be set aside, as Keith has begun a new job. I teach piano, so the school year is my busy time for lessons. Our oldest son has returned to college for his junior year. Our younger son is in his senior year of high school. Keith is back to his formation classes for his final year, in preparation (God willing) to be ordained a deacon in May. </div>
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Not as WE had planned, but certainly not outside God's plans. <br /><br />If you're reading this, and things are super tough right now, please don't misunderstand this post. Our family has gone through some financial trials in the past when no money came in the mail, no groceries were dropped at our door, and there seemed no way out. But God has always provided. Not in the ways we may have prayed He would, but always in a way that helped us remember His goodness and faithfulness. We've done without a lot of things the world thinks are "necessities." That's really okay. It has taught us to rely on Him and not on "things." God is good in ways that go beyond the material and stretch us in our faith...to see how good a Father He really is to each of us.</div>
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A few months ago, a great deal on plane tickets showed up in my email. I decided this was my opportunity to visit my sister and her family in Colorado. Anyone who knows me at all knows trips are a major stressor for me. And traveling in the winter? Not me! But this was a too-good-to-pass-up deal. I made up my mind that I was going to do this! Long story short is that I made the trip and had a wonderful time. However, I learned some lessons that definitely translate to the bigger picture of life!<br />
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1. If you have indigestion the night before your flight leaves to go back home, it may not be indigestion.<br />
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3. Sisters are great nurses. <br />
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5. Colorado is just as beautiful in the winter as it is in the summer.<br />
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9. Sister time is waaay underrated. (As is seeing them with their grandkids.)<br />
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11. No matter how old you are, if a 1 yr. old offers you invisible food in a pot, and tells you it is "hot," you will blow on it, just to see the joy on his face.<br />
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12. "Bump and Jumps" are a great invention.<br />
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18. Free pretzels from an airline may get tiresome after a few hours, but at least it's food!<br />
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19. Auntie Anne's across the hall from your flight's gate is a definite gift from God when you've only had free soda and juice for several hours.<br />
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21. Racing across an airport in record time, only to discover the doors are closed and you have to wait two hours for the next flight...is sometimes a blessing. You have time to eat a pretzel. :)<br />
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22. People on moving walkways and in terminal hallways should not text/talk on said walkways or in the middle of said hallways, just in case someone is racing across the airport in record time.<br />
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23. A monorail train can hold a lot of people, especially if several flights have gate changes.<br />
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24. A pink hoodie can be a great reward for a weary traveler. (Especially when it's on sale!)<br />
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25. Just because a sandwich costs $10.00 and has a fancy name, doesn't necessarily mean it is tasty or delicious.<br />
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26. Being away from your husband and sons for a week is tough!<br />
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27. Being greeted at the airport when you've been gone a week is WONDERFUL.<br />
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28. Missing a major snowstorm is a great idea. I definitely recommend it.<br />
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29. People-watching is either the greatest or most agonizing thing ever. I haven't reached a conclusion.<br />
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20. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.<br />
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