There is Power in the Cord





Oh boy, do I feel sheepish!!  I took our computer in Monday morning and picked it up this afternoon.  The computer wouldn’t even power up causing us dry gulps and sinking stomachs.

It was the power cord.

The gracious technician carried the computer to my car, handed me a new power cord, and didn’t bill me for his time.  Believe me, we are backing up whatever wasn’t backed up.  Gotta catch up on email, blogs, etc.  I need to type my school schedule for November.  I never knew how much we used the web for reference until it was gone.  Whew!  Praise God from Whom all blessings, even impotent power cords, flow.


Steady Hand, Full Cup

The fire in the woodstove has taken the edge off of a
chilly morning; a sense of serene stillness hovers over
the neighborhood. Everything outside of me is peace and tranquility. 

On the inside, though, there is much scurrying:  reviewing
my to-do list, trading priorities like baseball players, scuttling
this job so that one gets done, wondering how today’s
deadlines will get met. 

This busy morning, on a whim, I picked up a notebook my
father kept and read this quote he wrote down sixty years ago
at 7 p.m. 4-19-46 at St. Giles Church in Vancouver BC:  

It takes a steady hand to hold a full cup. 


Those words immediately altered my perspective and calmed my spirit.  I instinctively link the words full cup with the word blessing.  Yes, I have been blessed with a full cup today.  Give me a steady hand and a steady heart, Lord.  I pray that I don’t spill too many drops.   



Secret Sin

It is a sober week in my small town.  The sin of a local youth pastor has been exposed and he has been arrested.  Some of the very people he was supposed to shepherd and nurture have become victims.  The church where he worked is shocked and distraught.  The consequences are far-reaching; the fall-out will be coming down for a long, long time.  Our hearts ache for our friends who are facing such a heavy, heavy thing.

Sin is so ugly. 

Secret sin is insidious.

In a letter of apology to the church this pastor said something like this: I thought I could control this.  But it controlled me.

It’s a mercy, really, that he was caught.  It’s always a mercy when a dark corner is exposed to light.  The opportunity to privately and publicly confess the sin can begin the healing that needs to take place.  James says that God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.  Justice also needs to be served, and that is now in the hands of the judicial system.

We are humbled by the knowledge that none of us are immune to the temptations that brought this man down.  We are talking in our family about the need to seek help when you are struggling with wrong desires, no matter how shameful they may seem.  We’ve discussed  the trajectory  that  sin takes.  One does not wake up  out of the blue one morning and say, “Let’s see, I think I’ll go do _____ today.”  Jeremiah Burroughs put it this way:

Take heed of secret sins.  They will undo thee if loved and maintained: one moth may spoil the garment; one leak drown the ship; a penknife stab can kill a man as well as a sword; so one sin my damn the soul; nay, there is more danger of a secret sin causing the miscarrying of the soul than open profaneness, because not so obvious to the reproofs of the world; therefore take heed that secret sinning eat not out good beginnings.

Another warning about secret sins from Thomas Goodwin:

Go down into your hearts and take the keys to them and ransack your private cupboards, and narrowly observe what junkets your souls have hitherto lived upon, and gone behind the door and there secretly and stoutly made a meal of them.  As dogs have bones they hide and secretly steal forth to gnaw upon, so men have sins they hide under their tongues as sweet bits.

Lord, have mercy.

What DON’T You Do?

The 1995 ACCS (Association of Classical and Christian Schools) conference was our initial introduction to classical education; by the final session, “Educating Yourself” both my husband and I had a severe case of “brain bulge.”  A young man in his late twenties hoisted a stack of books on the front table.  He introduced The Question: how can we give our children the kind of education that we never received?  The Answer: educate yourself.  He handed out “Top 100 must read books”. I thrive on reading lists.

I eagerly scanned it and was dismayed to realize that the first book I had read was number 63 on the list! Oy vey.  With weary resignation we listened as the speaker enthusiastically talked about fifth century BC Greece, his current reading, and the motivation to be an autodidact. 

Afterwards, I approached him and asked, “What don’t you do?” 

He gave me a quizzical look. “You have a family, you have a job, you have duties: how do you get it all done?  What do you choose NOT to do?” 

Ah, the lines in his face disappeared and he replied,  “I found out that I can get by with about four or five hours of sleep.” Although I was amazed at his stamina, I needed more.

“What else?” I prompted.

“Let’s see,” he thought, “I don’t read the daily newspaper, I don’t watch TV…”  His voice trailed off.  I think his secret was staying up to 1:00 in the morning and rising at 5:00.  Wow.

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It’s good to both affirm and deny.  It is good to be deliberate both in what I choose to do and in what I choose not to do.

When it comes to getting things done, efficiency is important, but even more so are the choices to include or exclude an activity.  Mental multi-vitamin (scroll to 8.03.2006) writes about making time and included a list of don’ts.  On her list is answering the phone (she turns the ringer off), mall shopping, reading junk mail, elaborate cooking, and wasting time on doubt. 

Right now I’m working towards balance, searching for order, and pursuing proper priorities.  What stays?  What goes? Where shall I say no? What can I prune from my life in order to say yes to the things I desperately want?  I watch little TV, but will that resolve hold when American Idol starts a new season?  I don’t play Spider Solitaire on the computer because it somehow disappeared a few months ago. That was a huge time waster in my life.  Computer time is another time eater, but I really enjoy and I think I truly benefit from my online reading. 

How do you manage your computer time?

Any ideas out there?  What do you say no to?  I’d love to hear.

 

Taking Suggestions

Blogging will be spotty for the next few days.  Our church Family Camp is this weekend.  My son and I shopped for food today, completely filling the Suburban with cases and boxes of edibles.  Shoppers always approach us and ask “What are you going to do with all that ______?”  (26 loaves of bread, 40 pounds of breakfast links, 36 pounds of butter, 10 #10 cans of green beans, 24 red peppers…)  One of the best gifts we can give the mothers in our church is a weekend free of cooking and cleaning up.  We hire the best cook in the world and the teenagers graciously do all the cleanup. 

Next week we are leaving the shire and trekking to the city for some medical appointments.  The city = shopping.  Shopping = Trader Joes and Costco.  I am a veteran Costco shopper, but Trader Joes is a relatively new delight.  Do you have a favorite item at either/both store/s that you like to get?  Please leave a comment and let me know. 

I’m delighted that Costco has restocked two items that have been MIA for quite some time: Sun-Dried Tomatos and Aronia Berry Juice. 

A Favorite Find

Our strawberries are coming on strong and the raspberries are abundant for the first time since we planted them two years ago.  I have experimented with many different pectin products and this, dear reader, is my favorite.  Don’t you just love the fresh, sassy taste of freezer jam?  What I love about Ball’s Fruit Jell is its low proportion of sugar to fruit: 1 1/2 cups sugar to 4 cups fruit.  That’s the best I’ve found so far.  One small spoonful of jam mixed into a dish of plain yogurt….heaven!  It’s on sale this week for 99 cents. (doing cartwheels in my mind…)

Google Earth

One of my son’s favorite college professors taught geography.   “He would come into class with a newspaper, read a short news story, and tell you all the geographical background of that story,” Carson enthused. 

I remember the “aha” moment when the significance of  Hannibal crossing the alps with elephants sunk in.  It sure helps to know his starting point and destination.

Here’s a great teaching (and learning!) tool:  Google Earth.  If you google “Google Earth” in Google you will see the link for a free download.   Then you will  be able to see satellite images of any place on the planet.  Metropolitan areas have sharper pictures that you can zoom in on.  Rural areas tend to be fuzzier. 

When you read a book with geographical references, you could type the town in Google Earth and see a bird’s-eye view of it.  You can see obstacles that confronted someone going from point A to point B. 

I’ve had the most fun with friends looking at the places where they grew up.  We would type in their address and see what it looks like today.  Collin typed in Yankee Stadium just for kicks. Too much fun!

Graves

This evening my DH and I went for a walk.  As we ambled by a cemetery, we decided to take some time to explore it.  My throat is still constricted.  Our part of the country was settled during the Oregon Trail migration.  The earliest date of death I found was 1845.  What stories are hiding between those two sets of numbers which identify each occupant? 

There were two small gravestones for two children.  Henry lived four years, one month, and three days (all those words were engraved, quite an expense).  Basil lived four years, one month.  With their similar ages at death, I assumed they were twins.  Then I looked closer: Henry died in 1891 and Basil in 1899.  My heart groaned for the mother who went through two such infernos. 

I find epitaphs interesting.  “Gone but not forgotten” is only true  for a few generations.  I asked my high school students once to name a great-grandparent and I don’t think any could.  My favorite epitaph seen tonight: “Safe in Jesus.”  I would like to return to the cemetery and read the book of Ecclesiastes there.

My friend Edie sent me an email today about Nixon’s grave.  Regardless of how you feel about Nixon, this is such a sad commentary on our culture:

Sometimes, events in life just hit you as “strange.”  Last night, I helped
chaperone the PROM!  That concept, in itself is hard to wrap your mind around
isn’t it?  Anyway, I went because of the location . . . The Nixon Library in
Yorba Linda.  I figured I should know what it looks like, since I live not that
far away from it.  Maybe this summer I will also visit the Reagan Library and I
will be totally up to speed with dead president’s libraries in So CA.  Anyway,
how strange to have the teen-agers stroll in on a red carpet which half way
covered up the presidential seal on the floor of the entry way.  Even stranger
is to have them dance the way they do – which is more like a rehearsal for a
PORN movie – inside the conference area of the library.  Stranger yet was when I
was sitting outside, near where they were taking photos, and I suddenly noticed
in front of my bench were the two gravestones for Richard & Patricia Nixon. 
I was stunned.  Here I sat, in front of a former U.S. president’s grave site,
listening to the outdoor Karoke event, watching students get their photos taken
with their dates, with the original farmhouse that Nixon grew up in on one side
of me and the official grave site in front of me.  I was sitting next to a gal
whom I’ve had in class for 2 years.  She read the inscription on Richard’s
tombstone – it had to do with opening up doors for peace.  I commented that I
thought that was Red China.  She was not aware.  A young male student came
along, talked for awhile with us, and suddenly, he noticed the tombstone for
Richard Nixon.  He was stunned also.  He asked if Nixon was really under the
ground.
 
I thought about how Nixon was disgraced and his legacy, despite the
beautiful grounds, seems to be continuing in a manner that lacks the level of
respect you would deem appropriate for someone who served as a World leader for
many years.


I did a little research this morning.  There was a dispute between the two Nixon
daughters that lasted almost 5 years.  It had to do with HOW the library would
be managed – by the family or by the board.  Older men who had some say have now
died off and finally, the two sisters have come to some agreements, via the
courts, which then freed up 19 million that goes towards the library.  In the
meantime, the library had to be resourceful in bringing in revenues, hence you
can rent the grounds for weddings,  events, etc. 

Opera and Country: Two Peas in a Pod

Ironing is one of my least favorite chores.  So I end up letting it pile up until the basket, which is deep, is heaping over with wrinkled clothes.  Some of my favorite coping mechanisms are to listen to a book on tape while I iron, call a relative and talk all crook-necked for a while, listen to a sermon, or listen to music. 

Today I’m listening to the Three Tenors Live.  I opened the liner notes and read the words in English.  Guess what?  Opera lyrics and country western lyrics have A LOT in common:  women are fickle, my love left me, I can’t live without you, I loved you and you mock me, you lied to me!  It doesn’t have the twang and any lyric sounds better in Italian.  I’d call opera and country fraternal twins. Who knew?