Mid-Week Good Short Reads

There isn't ever enough time to read all the things I want to read. I feel like it's catch as can catch, and sadly I think I miss a lot of important write-ups. I don't like to read or share negative articles or posts...but I make every effort to share what interests me and sometimes what I feel strongly about. I'm especially careful because I don't intend to offend, nor do I care for debate in public written forums. That said, here are a few articles and blogs that touched me:

Let’s make the most of this beautiful day

March 17, 2014 By Fred Clark

 

Mister Rogers taught us that we’re all capable of being kind or of being cruel, of being loving or of being hateful:

Sometimes people are good
And they do just what they should.
But the very same people who are good sometimes
Are the very same people who are bad sometimes.
It’s funny, but it’s true.
It’s the same, isn’t it for me…
Isn’t it the same for you?

Two Freds, two very different outlooks on life and people.
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/slacktivist/2014/03/17/lets-make-the-most-of-this-beautiful-day/

New 'religious' group just as deadly as the ones that preceded it

Joan Chittister  |  Mar. 19, 2014

 

Here's the problem with religion. You never know which religion you're going to meet: the "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you" kind or the "Get thee behind me, Satan" kind.

 

http://ncronline.org/blogs/where-i-stand/new-religious-group-just-deadly-ones-preceded-it

A Startlingly Simple Theory About the Missing Malaysia Airlines Jet

• By Chris Goodfellow
• 03.18.14
• 6:30 AM

 

  http://www.wired.com/autopia/2014/03/mh370-electrical-fire/

 

 

 

And for uplifting inspiration...saving the best for last!

 

 

 

 Broken Things

by Rachel Haltiwanger

http://www.incourage.me/2014/03/broken-things.html

 

Anticipation...

I'm not sure how this Post Title got published yesterday, all blank and everything. But I hope it did its job. I must admit, I was surprised to see it... I certainly didn't intend to publish a blank post, and now I shall remedy that while I'm thinking of it, and thinking of Carly Simon's Anticipation...

We can never know about the days to come
But we think about them anyway, yay
And I wonder if I'm really with you now
Or just chasin' after some finer day

Anticipation, anticipation
Is makin' me late
Is keepin' me waitin'

Makin' me late...
I've been meaning to post for what? Two weeks. In my queue there are no less than 4 attempts. But alas, I lead a very busy life. And if you believe that, and I'll tell you another. My life is just like yours. There are household chores, and activities, and meetings, and family and friends to spend time with, and oh yes, we are in the midst of a remodeling project...

which will start coming together anytime now, I'm sure of it. The hearth needs rebuilt, a couple of doors and windows to be replaced, and then we can have the new floor installed. But first we'll take up these chestnut planks and repurpose them. It's a great old floor except for the gaps and dips and out of level spots.

For the season of Lent I've determined (not promised, but determined) to live life intentionally. You know, like with more focus and less procrastination. The Lenten season is only a time of practicing, the goal is for this to be a life change. I know, I know, it's getting late in the game -- how long will a life long commitment be at this point anyway? (Smile with me, please, 'cause if we don't, we might cry.)

Keeping me waiting...
I'm not the sort that lets go a project like what we've got going. Instead I let go writing. But in my quest to live intentionally, in praying about what that means for me, I've realized that when something left undone nags at me, that's what I should be doing first. Check it off the list and move on. And surprise...I can enjoy all sorts of serious accomplishments and serendipitous pleasures by intentionally doing what is before me. Feeling good about week one and a half of my Lenten commitment. Anticipating more success with week 2, 3, and 4. By then I'll have it. Right? By then I'll have it right!

Transfiguration Sunday

I loved the way our pastor told the transfiguration story to kids in his children's message yesterday. You know, the part where Peter got all excited about how great it was on the mountain top with Jesus -- and Elijah, and Moses -- surrounded by brilliant dazzling light. True to form, Peter began shooting off his mouth (my words, not pastor's). Peter had a plan -- let's build monument-type houses for you three holy people and then we could all just stay up here on the mountain top... forever.

But in the middle of Peter's reckless goings on about his fantastic idea, God interrupts -- as if he were saying to Peter -- Shut. Up. (Pastor did not use those words when talking to the children, but he did use them in the grown up message -- I guess he figured we oldsters could handle a bit of how it really probably was.) When God interrupted Peter, His voice boomed from a bright cloud:

"This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!"

 

I think his message to Peter, and those of us like Peter is...Stop with your own plans already. Stop thinking of yourself. It's not about you, it's about Jesus. Focus on my beloved Son, Jesus. And for heaven's sake, stop talking, because when you're talking you can't listen. 

 

God got the attention of the disciples; they were scared witless. Peter and the others were overcome and fell to the ground, but Jesus told them not to be afraid. Then the gist of what He said was get up, and let's all get down off this mountain. And he told them not to be telling anyone what happened (the appearance of Elijah and Moses, and the voice of God) until after the resurrection.

 

So, they had to come down from their mountain top experience and get back to the real world. Just like we do when we've had mountain top experiences. You've got to come back down to earth and not only face the world, but embrace it, serve it, care for it and for people in it. At least that was my take away.

 

Pastor followed his message with a challenge for us to think and pray about what we could change in our lives to make us healthier physically, mentally, or spiritually. Lent is traditionally the time for giving up, and sometimes our giving up is rather frivolous. In case you don't know, there are good reasons to give something up for lent and there are not so good reasons. Here's a short read to help you sort that out: The Right and Wrong Reasons for Giving Something Up for Lent. But why not consider a deeper view, taking something on. Something that will change us for the better and make us stronger. You might find some good help here: Pastor Phil's blog: 20 Things to Give Up for Lent. Both of these links are from the Lutheran Church of the Good Shepherd in New Jersey.

 

In our church we were each given a card to write down what we want/need to deal with...giving up, or taking on, or both. And if we get it written down and turned in Pastor Brian will pray for us throughout the Lenten season.



Give it up, Take it on!

I have prayed about it and I think ______________ is hurting me and/or my

relationships. I commit to

Give it up!

 

I have prayed about it and I think God wants me to _______________________,

so I can be more healthy, mentally, physically, or spiritually. I commit to

Take it ON!

 

Name  (Optional) _______________________________

 

Of course we don't have to sign our cards, but the only way to get prayed for by name is to sign the card. I'll sign mine and turn it in, but I'm thinking I'll just leave it blank here on my blog. Truth is, I don't know how to fit all the things I think I ought to give up or take on in those little bitty blanks. I'll have to seek God for the answer to that.

 

Tomorrow is Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday...

 A last chance to have a blast

before beginning your fast.

 

I think I'll use tomorrow as a practice day for my "give it up, take it on" challenge instead.

One Day... and Another

The frosty air and fluffy snow made for great skiing on Monday.

 

85 degrees and sunshine made for great swimming on Tuesday.

 

Honestly, it's like we're on another planet.

 

And oh, by the way, it's strawberry season here.

 

We came to Florida to have strawberry shortcake with our Brown Hill neighbors!

 

Of course we're here do a few things for Dad and to keep him company, but we're out and about having fun too. We couldn't talk him into the long drive with us to go have a strawberry shortcake at Parkdale Farms. He knew his favorite daughter would bring strawberries back and make him a home made shortcake.  (There's more than one way to find out if your sisters read your blog!)  

 

The shortcake is on the list for tomorrow, along with more swimming for me, golfing for Tom, and believe it or not we'll find time for a few chores to earn our keep. How we can improve upon what he's got going is hard to fathom, but I suppose it's the little things that make it as pristine and beautiful as it is.

 

Sunday, Sunday...Love That Day!

Tom is always up first. No matter the day, he's the early riser. That means when I come downstairs, provided I'm early enough, a radio program called With Heart and Voice will greet me. Well orchestrated old hymns. Quite beautiful. Lovely way to start the day.

Sunday School, church service, out to lunch with friends, quiet afternoons that lead to delightful Sunday naps, and then whatever we want. Today I'm ruminating.

I had an epiphany in Sunday School this morning. A woman spoke of her years attending the church from whence we happened to come. We were speaking of our (now) Lutheran service that begins every single week with confession and forgiveness. She said that was one thing she missed during her stint at the less liturgical church. But then she equated the frequent altar calls at that church and others like it with our confession. Interesting correlation I thought. And yes, perhaps that would be the best use of a regular altar call -- a weekly coming clean.

At St. Paul's ELCA we do it this way: Most merciful God, we confess that we are in bondage to sin and cannot free ourselves. We have sinned against you in thought, word, and deed, by what we have done and by what we have left undone. We have not loved you with our whole heart; we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves. For the sake of your Son, Jesus Christ, have mercy on us. Forgive us, renew us, and lead us, so that we may delight in your will and walk in your ways, to the glory of your holy name. Amen.

Should I be ashamed to admit that every week I need to pray this all over again? Yes, maybe. But I'm in good company. No one makes it through the week, all week long blameless. And, if I say I have no sin, I'm only deceiving myself.

Another "aha" moment came during the children's sermon. Pastor Brian asked the kiddos what they thought our "passing of the peace" is all about... Every week, mid service we greet one another, shaking hands and saying something like "the peace of Christ be with you". It's often shortened to "peace" or "peace of Christ" or, if I catch someone's eye from across several pews and an aisle, I've been known to point and flash the peace sign, two fingers up making a 'V' -- '70's style peace.

Anyway, that's what we do, and Pastor explained to the kids that this is our way of practicing peacemaking. When we leave church, peace is something we can take with us into all the world: school, work, sports, neighborhoods. Regardless how big or small our world is -- take peace, make peace, give peace away.

And now in my head I'm singing Give Peace a Chance. Isn't that just what Jesus would have us do? Give peace a chance, starting with me and you...take it, make it, share it.

So before we even got to the message for big people I was encouraged, spurred on to love and good works (like peacemaking). I guess that's why I try not to neglect meeting together, that's why I love going to church, that's why I love Sundays!

                                 Peace...

Small Things Great Love

There are a hundred things I'd like to post for Valentine's Day. I probably should have started sooner. I could post the best known love passage in the Bible 1st Corinthians, chapter 13.

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love,

I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

² If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,

 and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

³ If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship

 that I may boast, but do not have love,

I gain nothing. 

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,

it keeps no record of wrongs.

⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

 ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease;

where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part,

¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.

¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child,

I reasoned like a child. When I became a man,

I put the ways of childhood behind me.

¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror;

 then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part; then I shall know fully,

even as I am fully known.

¹³And now these three remain: faith hope and love.

But the greatest of these is love.

And then there are all the wonderful love commandments, especially the Greatest Commandment to Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, strength and soul, and the second which is like it, to love your neighbor as yourself. I absolutely love that verse. It makes the gospel so clear and easy -- really, just love, that's what it's all about.

And there are love songs. Bazillions of them. I like this children's song, "Love, love, love makes people happy. Love, love, love makes people kind. Love makes people do the things they know they ought to do. Love is...I don't remember the rest. But it's something sweet and lovable.

 But I think for now, I'll settle for this:

"Not all of us can do great things, but we can do small things with great love." Mother Teresa

This seems appropriate for Valentines Day.

Take Up Your Cause and Try to Be Nice

I learn by doing. I do what I enjoy. This time of year I'm learning a lot about skiing, reading, and writing. Housework -- not so much. I tend to housekeeping chores out of necessity, which involves lots of doing that doesn't fall into the enjoyable category. If I must clean, and I must, I try to re-organize so the next frantic run through will be quicker. Frantic because -- I clean when company is coming. Man, I'm good under pressure.

As you may know from a previous post, we're under construction here. When everything is in a state of disarray I have a hard time getting at the things I enjoy. I consider all the things I should do and all the things I want to do, both vying for my attention. It's paralyzing. And as the minutes and hours tick by I get a panicked feeling that I'm wasting my life.

It's the same with social issues and causes. I don't want my life to be a waste, but I get paralyzed by all that is sad, hurtful, wrong in the world. As a Christian, I want to take up my cross to follow Jesus. But there's a fine line between taking up my cross and taking up my cause. Either way, I want to do it in a godly fashion.

A friend of mine posted a quote from Billy Graham. Apparently he was asked, "If Christianity is valid, why is there so much evil in the world?" Graham replied something like...with so much soap in the world, why are there still dirty people? And he made that relative by adding that in each case they must be personally applied to do any good.

Yeah, okay, although that sounds judgmental, I get it. But I get it more for the soap than the religion. I think it's not a very good answer in that it's a terribly flippant answer to a very serious and valid question. It's distressing to me that the premise of Christ's way, God's law, the basic tenet of the religion called Christianity is love and grace -- and yet there is little peace among believers let alone in the world.

If you hadn't heard there was a debate this week. Ken Ham the creationist guy and Bill Nye the science guy debated the foundations of the earth. They were fairly respectful of one another, all things considered. I have to admit, I love Bill Nye: the way he dresses, talks and thinks. I believe God loves him too, though for whatever reason he hasn't yet gifted him with faith. (He's probably letting Bill come to faith through science. That's an epiphany I look forward to hearing about on one side or the other of eternity.)

And Ken Ham? Well I love him as a brother in Christ, but (and anything you say after the "but" discounts what came before) the very first time I heard him speak he was disrespectful of other famous Christian authorities who disagreed with his opinion on the age of the earth. He called them out by name and said if you don't agree with me and the Bible, you're doomed. Yep, that's how he spoke about his brothers in Christ. I don't believe he mentioned any women, which is another topic altogether -- an extremely relevant topic. Sorry, Ken, but I still love you. (Whatever comes after the "but" discounts what came before.  I guess I'm not all that sorry, Ken. I repent.)

There was one question put to Ken Ham that caused me to stop listening. He was asked if anything could change his mind about his stance on the age of the earth. He didn't answer the question. It has a very simple answer, but no, he went on and on "proving" his stance and didn't answer the question.

The answer is -- only God could change his mind. That, I would have respected. It would have presented a modicum of humility and submission to his higher authority.

As Christians we've got this personal relationship with a God who loves us so much he gives us a long leash, but he doesn't let us go. He lets us have our way and our opinions, ever reminding us to be humble and come to him, which we don't always do even though we  know he is the final authority and he knows everything. So the correct answer to the question about what could change our minds about anything and everything is GOD. But he won't if we don't want him to. He rarely interferes while we're still on our high horse using and misusing his Word to prove a point to which we we've married ourselves, forgetting completely that His ways are higher than our own.

Ps. 51:17 A humble and contrite heart God does not despise.

1 Peter 5:6   Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God

And this is what the Lord requires of us:

Micah 6:8b That we act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with our God.

And with that, I must get off my high horse. A friend of mine posted a blog this morning which calmed my anxious spirit. She spoke of seeking common ground, and not missing opportunities to make the world a better place. I'm going to go read Yvonne's Midpoint Musings again. Then I'm going take my anxious thoughts to God in prayer knowing that the peace of God transcends understanding -- yours, mine and ours -- His peace transcends our understanding.

And look! Once again he's sprinkled my yard with diamonds. I'm off now to do the next enjoyable thing on my docket. And before I go, I want to remind myself, there is a lot right with the world: Good things and good people, happy times and loving people. The chief end of humankind is to glorify, and enjoy God. I'm on it!

  
Can you see the sparkle?

Snow Rollers

What an interesting phenomenon! There must be 4 weather conditions happening simultaneously for snow rollers to occur: just right temps and wind, a crust of icy snow beneath fresh fallen fluffy snow. (This is my interpretation -- word of mouth, to my ear, through the filter of not the greatest memory -- straight to you. So if you really want to know about snow rollers, look it up!) People in our neck of the woods weren't familiar with them prior to last week. It's no wonder. I have it from a reliable source that conditions around here haven't been just right for 60 years or something like that.

Here's a close up of a snow roller -- courtesy of our friend Steve Ferguson. I believe this one was in his own yard.

More snow rollers from our back yard/ fields.

 

 

Oh the wonders of nature...God's handiwork!

The Liebster Award -- I Accept!

Well look at that. An award. I'm honored... Really honored.

 

It's taken me months to decide to accept this award and act on it. Months of self-doubting and insecurity and a bit of embarrassment before I realized it would be a shame to miss an opportunity like this. So, here I am, this is me...claiming my award.

 

First, I want to tell you that my friend, Kristine Riddle sent this honor my way. She blogs at Bright Tuesday, Scribbles from the Back of My Napkin. Kristine blogs faithfully with tongue-in-cheek humor, a touch of sarcasm, and more than a bit of poignancy. Her family friendly posts include dear and clever things she has to say about her husband, children, and family pets. And she blogs about nature, deep thoughts, and/or crafty stuff. She crochets, and blogs about that as well.

 

And with no further ado here's how the Liebster Award works -- at least I think this is how it works. You see it's a bit like the telephone game. Who knows how much damage has been done in the passing on of information, filtered through incredibly creative writers. We abhor copying and pasting, don't we? So we rewrite. And on the rewrite, we're remaking it.

 

Directions: Introduce the award and link to the blogger who nominated you. Answer 10 questions provided by that blogger. Choose 5 blogs -- all of which have less than 1,000 followers -- and nominate them for a Liebster Award. Provide them 10 questions to answer, and that's it! (If you're confused Google the award and you'll find several variations of rules and requirements. Pick the one you like best and go for it.)

 

Here are the questions put to me and my answers:

 1. What made you decide to take up blogging? In 2005 my son was being shipped to Iraq. He started a blog and helped me get started on one too. It was a wonderful way to offer him bits of home while he was so very far away.

2. What does your family think about you being a blogger? Some of my kids read my blog and appreciate the afore mentioned bits of home. My husband is a faithful reader...and he's an above average photographer. His photos serve as grist for the idea mill as well as illustrations for some posts. My parents are my biggest fans. Mom recently passed away, but Dad still checks my blog.
 

3. At what time of day do you do your most productive writing/blogging? Whenever I sit myself down to the computer, as long as I'm not checking Facebook and email, I'm productive. Time of day? Yeah, that varies.

4. What is your favorite form of social media and why? Facebook, is my favorite because it’s quick and easy and always there. Facebook is my least favorite for all the same reasons, emphasis on always there, i.e. always distracting me, always demanding my attention, always reminding me I have absolutely no self-control.

5. What is your most vivid childhood memory? I remember holding my baby brother, when I was 10 years old. He was the last of 7 and I was #2 in the line-up. I had just asked my mother how many more babies we were going to have. She said she hoped Robbie would be the last one. Seven is enough she said. I lay on the couch and held my 6 month old brother up in the air, facing me. I studied his face and his chubby little arms and legs. I drank him in, memorized him just like he was on that day. I was truly heartbroken that there might not be another baby. I can still call that memory up like it was yesterday.

6. What is your favorite book? To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

7. What was your favorite subject in high school? Gym. I was athletic. I was good at physical education. I couldn’t write the best essay, couldn’t punctuate, conjugate, or spell with the best of them. But I could turn a cartwheel, jump a hurdle, beat 'most any girl my age in a foot race.

8. Where would you like to go on holiday, assuming no money restraints? Hawaii or Australia…But wait, I’m a people person, and I don’t know anyone in either of those places. So I’ll choose Paris, because my sister lives there and I’ve been once. I know how to do Paris.

9. Which superpower do you wish you had and why? I would like to have the superpower to speed read and remember everything I read. Or no, not that, I would like to have a superpower that would allow me to always say the best, nicest, right thing all the time. No, this -- I’m a writer so I want a superpower that will make me write everything perfectly, kindly, creatively, and humorously when appropriate. 

10. What would you like to share about yourself that your readers might not know? I wish I had more chutzpah.  


And now, the bloggers I have chosen for the Liebster Award! For a couple of my nominees I hope this will be an inspiration to blog more often because YOU have much to offer, and the world will be a better place for hearing from you. One of my nominees has just begun blogging. I see incredible potential in what she has to offer, her honesty, her openness, her wit, her pick-yourself-up-dust-yourself-off-and-help-others attitude will not only serve her well, but untold others too.
 
So gals, should you accept this award and shamelessly proudly help yourself to a little self-promotion, let me be the first to congratulate you.

 

RuthAnn at Labyrinth Living http://labyrinthliving.wordpress.com/

 

Ellen Campbell at Nana Knits and Jams http://nanaknitsandjams.blogspot.com/

 

Missa Borah at A Gay Christian... from her intro page: Yes, you heard that right. I'm a huge, walking oxymoron. But I've learned to be okay with that. I hope after reading my blog you'll see why and learn to be okay with it too. http://www.missaborah.com/

 

Lisa Vella at Getting it Write for You http://www.lisavella.blogspot.com/

 

Yvonne Thayer at Midpoint Musings http://yvonne-midpointmusings.blogspot.com/

 

My 10 Questions to you:

1. Why did you start blogging?

2. In one sentence, who in the world are you?

3. Who is your most admired hero/heroine? (Superheroes count.)

4. Name four of your favorite things.

5. What are you passionate about?

6. What do you do for fun?

7. What animal best describes you and your personality? Explain.

8. What is your best childhood memory?

9. Name a chore you put off or avoid with all your might.

10. What could possibly help you change your attitude toward that chore?

I Knew Him Before He Had a Name

I began following a blog some time ago. A blog by an anonymous author. This competent and confident young man's story captivated me, his writing blessed me, and his heart and words tugged at my heart. Quite frankly, his writing edified...and intrigued me. I sensed something beneath what I was reading, something oozing between the lines. But what was it? Pain? Perhaps shame, but I couldn't be sure. So I followed him like a stalker. How else do you follow someone who doesn't want to be known? He was simply the Registered Runaway. After a lapse of a year or so -- on my part, not his -- I found him again. And now he has a name!

 

Once upon a time Benjamin Moberg was living a life of faith and blogging anonymously. He's still blogging, still living a life of faith, and he's living it openly.  These days Benjamin is living it out.