Archive for April, 2007

Dumb Dog

Thursday, April 26th, 2007

Sometimes, life just makes a big, old gift basket of a culmination of mishaps and havocs in one day.

Oh, and by the way, dogs DO NOT have better lives than humans. Especially, when they go off to get sprayed by monstrous skunks at 9 p.m. Just laugh.

So, here are some things to remember as you wake up in the morning and are groaning about facing the next day, because, after all, it could have more mishaps than the last!

Siblings watch you closely as you grind your teeth and pull your hair. Be careful what you do in front of them and treat them as you would want to be treated.

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Graciebird

Forgive Us

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

Marilyn Monroe. Judy Garland. Elvis Presley. Princess Diana. Anna Nicole Smith.

Those names will, of course, ring a bell as famous, dead celebrities, though, Elvis is disputed. They all shone, in their way, little lights in this world, illuminating themselves and their occupations, and it was tragic when they died (as is any death). But their deaths have been taken by fans and turned into something more than they should have been, and have added another level to the allurement of those names. Is it possible that they weren’t in a way responsible for their deaths because of their sin, but were just… harmless victims? *Ponders*

You might see a pattern here. The force tempting some to alchemize these celeb’s dead bodies and turn them into superheros or demigods is strong.

As Christians we are fully aware of the mortality of man. At any given moment, you, I or a celebrity could be struck down by a foe, be it cancer or a maniacal young man with a gun. Your standing doesn’t matter when it comes to death. Or does it?

The shootings at Virginia Tech were horrible. It threw the whole nation, again, into mourning for souls that have now flown to either Heaven or Hell –God decides– but they left behind dozens of grief-stricken families. We can’t gloss over the tragedy, quickly saying, “Thy will be done, Amen.” That leaves the family in a darkened daze still wandering around, bumping into the walls of their sin. It’s obvious that these shock victims need a more powerful medication. What do we offer them?

Another question is, how do we get from “Thy will be done,” to “Deliver us from evil?” Ginormous gap; it’s going to let all sorts of unsound loaves of theology sneak past, that really need more time in the baker’s oven. Jesus gave us both verses, but taken out of context, they scorch the receiver and do not apply comfort.

Going back to the actual Lord’s prayer we find this: “Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.”

Forgive us our sins? What sins did we commit to have this horror descend on us, like a cawing bird of doom from out the sky? Still, it remains, as does the other part, …As we forgive those who sin against us. I don’t believe that we need to forgive the killer at Virginia Tech, he’s dead, so that is impossible, but this is referring to those who are desiring and needing forgiveness. For more on this subject go here.

So, this need for forgiveness, what does it have to do with anything? Why apply it to Virginia Tech? Because one tragedy happened, and tragedies still do happen, doesn’t change the truth, that all of humanity needs their sins forgiven. You can’t ignore that fact either, when the whole world is searching for something to purge it of its sins; billions of dollars are spent on the solution every year by the rich and famous, poor and lowly. But narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it. The ONLY forgiveness and comfort for us is found in the LIFE, DEATH and RESURRECTION of our Lord Jesus Christ. Hear that, O sinner!

When we fall into the hands of this living God I doubt we are going to bleat like sheep about what good people we are, and aren’t we fine chaps, won’t you please let us stay? I rather expect we will be flat on our faces, undone and crying for forgiveness. Our standing does matter when we die. The difference is whether or not we have accepted Christ as our one and only Savior.

I think that a psalm from David is in order now, who emphasized both God’s holy will in all of life, deliverance from evil AND his own need for forgiveness and salvation:

1 To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul;
in you I trust, O my God.
Do not let me be put to shame,
nor let my enemies triumph over me.

No one whose hope is in you
will ever be put to shame,
but they will be put to shame
who are treacherous without excuse.

Show me your ways, O LORD,
teach me your paths;

guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior,
and my hope is in you all day long.

Remember, O LORD, your great mercy and love,
for they are from of old.

Remember not the sins of my youth
and my rebellious ways;
according to your love remember me,
for you are good, O LORD.

Good and upright is the LORD;
therefore he instructs sinners in his ways.

He guides the humble in what is right
and teaches them his way.

All the ways of the LORD are loving and faithful
for those who keep the demands of his covenant.

For the sake of your name, O LORD,
forgive my iniquity, though it is great.

Who, then, is the man that fears the LORD ?
He will instruct him in the way chosen for him.

He will spend his days in prosperity,
and his descendants will inherit the land.

The LORD confides in those who fear him;
he makes his covenant known to them.

My eyes are ever on the LORD,
for only he will release my feet from the snare.

Turn to me and be gracious to me,
for I am lonely and afflicted.

The troubles of my heart have multiplied;
free me from my anguish.

Look upon my affliction and my distress
and take away all my sins.

See how my enemies have increased
and how fiercely they hate me!

Guard my life and rescue me;
let me not be put to shame,
for I take refuge in you.

May integrity and uprightness protect me,
because my hope is in you.

Redeem Israel, O God,
from all their troubles!

Grace

Editor’s Note Don’t miss the links sprinkled throughout this post. They go to a few posts written by people much older and wiser than I.

After The Rain

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

After a long season of rain and clouds, sopping mud and mopey countenances, the sun has burst upon us like a strong man running a race, singing in the heavens as we revolve around it, over and over, just as all things revolve around Christ.

For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5

More glorious is the dawn after a pitch black night, full of strange noises. More exhilarating is the warm breeze, sweeping down from the hills, after a period of incessant rain. The most satisfying meal is only eaten after a day of intense work under the glaring sun.

These are the simplest of observations. Something a child makes when they yell in delight at the breakthrough of the sun through the all surrounding gray.

Here are a couple simple questions:

Question: How many hours are spent searching for the hidden faults that are seemingly bringing God’s righteous frown down into our daily lives?

Question: How often do we labor under the *Son* only to be turned away when we hold out our palm for the day’s wages?

We were dirty rags, filthy, unfit for anything but destruction, but God chose to weave us into His divine tapestry that spreads itself over and across the heavens, encompassing all of life. We were pieces of coal but He is refining us into diamonds, to shine for eternity in a crown. The fire burns hot, but the fleshly sin burns away, revealing the pure white of Jesus Christ beneath our putrid efforts and attempts. Every which way we turn, we are going to find more of this refinement cutting into our hours and moments. It’s not so simple as laying on a bed of thornless roses, and having God wave a wand, declaring us sanctified.

In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials, that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 1:6-7

Working in a field is backbreaking, thirsty work. God has much mercy, though, and often sends us our own Gunga Dins, with lifegiving water. That is, there are some people who come along us at the hardest times to encourage and exhort us in the faith. But if we aren’t working to point to Christ, and to bring glory to Christ, our laborings are in vain. They are vain, and proud, when they are meant to direct attention to us; we will always feel empty and dissatisfied with the attention that we accept. An example would be, working under the assumption that we are contributing to our salvation. A few more good works and we will be assured of our going to Heaven. Then God frowns, because we are putting ourselves under the judgment of the law again AND saying there is something good in us, even if it be a smidgen. We are to accept only Christ’s sacrifice, not our own.

God is also a harsh, and temperamental God if He cradles us beneath His wings one day, but casts us aside the next. God is eternal and unchanging, once saved we are always saved, but He will require us to shed our old skin, just as Eustace did in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, to reveal the new man. Deeper, we need to go, till we shine in the glory of that new man.

My last thought is this: How often do we labor only to be turned away when we hold out our palms for the day’s wages, only to be given much more than we expected? Ruth only asked to be allowed to gather the heads of grain that fell from the sheaves, but Boaz granted her much more than that. Life is full of sorrows and is much, much harder for those in countries where their Christianity is sure to bring loss, torture and even death, than for us; their reward may not be recieved in full until Heaven. But, God will and does bless His children on this earth, even if that blessing is not what it appears.

My thoughts are just crumbling fragments of a whole picture, but Spurgeon, I knew, would have something applying to my thoughts this day from Morning and Evening:

April 24, Morning,

“And because of all this we make a sure covenant” Nehemiah 9:38

There are many occasions in our experience when we may rightly, and with benefit renew our covenant with God. After recovery from sickness when, like Hezekiah, we have had a new term of years added to our life, we may fitly do it. After any deliverance from trouble, when our joy buds forth anew, let us again visit the foot of the cross, and renew our consecration. Especially, let us do this after any sin which has grieved the Holy Spirit, or brought dishonour upon the cause of God; let us then look to that blood which can make us whiter than snow, and again offer ourselves unto the Lord. We should not only let our troubles confirm our dedication to God, but our prosperity should do the same. If we ever meet with occasions which deserve to be called “crowning mercies” then, surely, if He hath crowned us we ought to also crown our God; let us bring forth anew all the jewels of the divine regalia which have been stored in the jewel-closet of our heart, and let our God sit upon the throne of our love, arrayed in royal apparel. If we should learn to profit by our own prosperity, we should not need so much adversity. If we would gather from a kiss all the good that it might confer upon us, we should not so often smart under the rod. Have we lately recieved some blessing which we little expected? Has the Lord put our feet in a large room? Can we sing of the mercies multiplied? Then this is the day to put our hand upon the horns of the altar, and say, “Bind me here, my God; bind me here with cords, even for ever.” Inasmuch as we need the fulfillment of new promises from God, let us offer renewed prayers that our old vows may not be dishonoured. Let us this morning make with Him a sure covenant, because of the pains of Jesus which for the last month we have been considering with gratitude.”

Gracie

Balmy and Batty

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

Well, I was typing up this lovely post yesterday concerning bread baking, complete with pictures, when the very first picture of bread I tried to upload was rejected by whatever forces lie behind the posting on this blog!

Never mind that it was perfectly willing to take other pictures, but every single picture of BREAD it would not accept. Something screwy is going on…

…So I decided to get my frustrated little person out of the house, with camera in hand, to take more pictures to put on my blog. It was the most beautiful spring day and the shadow play was superb, allowing for some of these shots:

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If you aren’t a native to California then you won’t know what scotch broom is and all I can tell you is, it is a terrible weed!

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Our Spanish lavender, I believe.

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Oh! How did more scotch broom get in here?

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A green leaf. Need I say more?

Well, I guess I do need to say more, because now my blog is refusing to upload anymore pics! *Bitter laugh* I think I will have my daddy take a look and try to hunt down any bugs I know are lurking. Humph. Quite batty.

If I get my pictures working again I will post a bread ballad next! Today, I am going to be busy cooking cinnamon raisin bread using an “old dough” from Amy’s Bread.
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I also started a fake sourdough starter last night which is now ready for use! I think I can substitue it in any recipe that calls for a real starter. The possibilities are endless!

Grace

Praise Him

Sunday, April 8th, 2007

Declare the name of Jesus Christ throughout the streets today! Praise the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, our Lord is risen.

Lift your chains, He holds the keys. He sets the captives free and makes the valley of dead bones live. Even if you are driven out under the farthest part of heaven from there God will gather you, because Christ paid your death price.

Lift your eyes today higher than your own sins and sorrows and fix your eyes on the highest prize, Jesus Christ!

Gracie

The Road Not Taken

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007

How did you spend your 24 hours today? Do the days go by as fast for you as for me? Did you accomplish an infinitely larger amount of work than I did today?

Well, I just accomplished making a batch of muesli, only to be eaten in small amounts for better digestion, but it will be wonderful spread out on granola with some fresh fruit as an afterthought on top. I enlisted my willing younger brother to help make it, but it only took 10 minutes to put together and a half hour in the oven to bake.

I also accomplished a fair bit of writing today, something I consider a victory, since I have been having a bit of writer’s block lately. So I’ll post an excerpt from the short fictional story that I’m writing. I won’t pretend that it is good, because I only have vague ideas and thoughts pinging around in my mind for it. I’m not too terribly good at writing fiction, anyhow. But that’s enough, here it is:

Lighting the dilapidated space heater that had cost her an outrageous price, and mindfully adjusting the setting to low to conserve her alloted amount of energy, she selected from among her twenty or so odd and well-read volumes, her only book of poetry The Poetry of Robert Frost. She would not have chosen this book on her own, but choice had little to do with it, she took what was given her.

More to herself than to the old woman, she read in a well practiced and flowing voice. Reading out loud in the evenings was routine. Faith most certainly didn’t want to forget how to speak, but aside from that, the thoughts and prose, shockingly full of hot and cold emotions, delighted her. She began:

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Faith resumed her normal breathing and knew without looking that the despised and reproached creature next to her was asleep, but had no chance of waking next morning. No doctor or physician had ever cured her of the sickness that had infected her body since conception. It was not unusual sickness, on the contrary, everyone had been infected with it, including Faith herself, but the cure was not so well known. The government spent millions every year researching and studying it, but of course they would never produce a cure. Many even chose not to go through the healing process. They’d rather, well, live with it. It didn’t hurt much, at first. But death was not silent, even if it was unobserved by most.

“Man is supremely foolish, you know.” She whispered to sleep-stupored ears. “And sorry that I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood. Sin mixed with good works in life make life sweet, doesn’t it? When he can’t see the end of the one road it is pleasant to travel on. Thank the force that pulls him onto and down the other road, but it still doesn’t stop him from longing after what he can’t have, even if the end is his demise.”

Orchestration

Monday, April 2nd, 2007

Sometimes I just cannot believe life.

I was quietly cleaning the bathroom this afternoon when my youngest sister came and showed me what had shrunk in the dryer. It was my FAVORITE shirt!!!

After grumpily stomping around and glaring at my youngest sister who had quickly donned the article in question, a thought pinged me. God allowed this to happen.

Yes, for some reason of His own, God allowed my shirt to shrink. Quite possibly, it’s because I thought I was way too cute in it. Seriously though, when I profess to believe that there isn’t a single dust mote around whose floatings aren’t orchestrated by God, I can’t get away with saying that this shirt-shrinking-incident was out of His hands.

So I’ll laugh (while secretly bemoaning the fact that I now need to find a new shirt) but I need to remember that God uses even small things like this to put me back into my place, and I’ll remember not to be flippant about humbleness anymore with my sister.

Graciebird