Monday, February 08, 2010

Friendly Fan

Twice today’s inbox included conversations pertaining to the idea of church services being “seeker-friendly”. When did plain ol’ “friendly” lose its effectiveness? And when did friendliness trump Spirit & Truth when organizing corporate worship?

When I first visited IBC, it was my habit to slip in the back doors a few seconds after the evening service had begun - after dropping the boys off at AWANA. Folks were nice enough, but it was the Spirit's sweet yet powerful dealings that I was drawn to. The truth of scripture. The spirit of worship. The honesty and humility of people who obviously loved each other pouring their hearts out in prayer. It was such a welcome, comfortable place...but not because I knew all the people...I knew a handful of names and only recognized a few more faces. Not because I knew "the drill". Sunday nights were each a little different and there were no bulletins. (I thought it was Levitical law to print bulletins!)

“But you were already a believer,” you point out, “and already a Baptist!” (Well, I have worshipped at predominantly Baptist churches my whole life, but Jesus wasn’t Baptist, and that’s a “whole nuther” blog. J

What if we were to remove the spiritual element for the sake of analogy...

I know very little about football. Let’s say Bob is an avid fan. I know because of his speech and his sweatshirts and the fact that he doesn’t answer the phone on Sunday afternoon. If I were to attend a game it would be overwhelming. Certainly if Bob had invited me or recognized me at the gate, I might be able to relax a little and see it as almost exhilarating: He and all the other folks who share a passionate interest and enjoyment of football all jammed into the stadium, concentrating on something bigger than any of us. My wardrobe and lack of face paint would mark me as a visitor. I wouldn't know when to stand or when to sit. I wouldn't really feel comfortable cheering...even if I could assess an appropriate time at which to do so. The stats and jargon would be foreign. If there were a printed program I could glean some context clues, but most likely I would walk away knowing those guys simply lived something I didn't. BUT if the seats weren't too hard and the bathrooms were clean, and the people were kind, I'd probably agree to attend again. Shucks, it's possible I'd learn what I needed to learn and begin to enjoy the sport on my own and invest in season tickets.

Acts 17:24-34″The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands….From one man he made every nation of men…and He determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek Him and perhaps reach out for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us. For in Him we live and move and have our being….When they heard about the resurrection of the dead, some of them sneered, but others said, ‘We want to hear you again on this subject.”

God digs seekers. His creation and calling of them is part of His plan. But if somebody’s seekin’ - they done already been saught, know what I’m sayin? God wants to be found and known and loved. When faced with the truth of Christ, some may sneer, but some will believe.

We need to deliberately and demonstratively love others…even befriend them! And when we meet together, we should focus our energies toward contemplating and celebrating God’s goodness and holiness…no matter what that ends up sounding like or looking like…hopefully it would never be the same twice.

I think He can handle the rest. It will be His plesaure.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Saturday Evening Post

Well, shoot.

Mari is sick. We haven't had a tummy bug in our home since January 2009. Elizabeth and I had slight symptoms Wednesday, but seemed better the next day. Mari's is full blown and I feel bad for her. I'm rewinding our day to think of all the friends and family with whom she shared touchy-breathy air and space. Oh me, oh my.

As a result...

I will be staying in tomorrow. No hair. No wardrobe. No lunch prep.

My Saturday evening has been redeemed unto me.

In other remarkable news: Philip has not been called out to work ALL day. (duck and cover 'cause I probably just jinxed that rig right outta the water!)

He took all the kids to watch Luke's game this morning while I attended a baby shower for my sweet, lemon-lovin' friend. What a treat to sip coffee from a [real] tea cup and casually chat and giggle with a roomful of comfortable kindness!

The Johnsons regrouped between games to eat lunch and shuffle carpools. Then it was "grab yer gatorade & git yer coat!" as we were off to sit on hard metal bleachers for the rest of the afternoon. I hate that I missed Luke's game, but Ardyn played great. She was a defensive force with which to be reckoned...just ask her rival-friend Olivia! Ashlin approaches the game with a spunky little rhythm that is a blast to watch.

Asian Salad for supper. This is one of Philip's favorite meals and it is SO simple.

Bag of salad
Chow mien noodles
Mandarin oranges (drained)
Breaded chicken
Catalina dressing

Sometimes, when I have time, I hand-bread fresh chicken pieces and bake them, but for the quicker, junkier version, I simply heat up frozen popcorn chicken. A surprising crowd pleaser.

This evening, as Mari rested on her pallet and dozed in & out of "Annie", Philip tidied up the kitchen mess then challenged Ardyn and Ashli to several lanes of wii bowling. I helped the boys study for their History and English tests while Elizabeth danced a jig in her exersaucer.

Now that it's getting late, my head is sort of swimming. Oh, man, I do NOT want to be sick. I'd better call it a day. Philip's wishing I were over there focused on the movie with him instead of over here clicking and clacking away.

Thank You, God for today. Thank You for providing every possibility to find joy. Please watch over Mari tonight and heal her. Thank You for babies and basketball games and bedtime! You are THE BEST!

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Signs

On a Septic Tank Truck:

Yesterday's Meals on Wheels

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In a
Podiatrist's office:

"Time wounds all heels.." (read it again)

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On a Plumber's truck:

"We repair what your husband fixed."

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At a Tire Shop in Milwaukee:

"Invite us to your next blowout.."

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At a Towing company:

"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows."

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In a Non-smoking Area:

"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."

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On a Maternity Room door:

"Push. Push. Push."

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At an Optometrist's Office:

"If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place."

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On a Taxidermist's window:

"We really know our stuff."

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On a Fence:

"Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!"

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At a Car Dealership:

"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment."

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Outside a Muffler Shop:

"No appointment necessary.. We hear you coming."

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In a Veterinarian's waiting room:

"Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!"

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At the Electric Company:

"We would be delighted if you send in your payment.

However, if you don't, you will
be."

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And one more before we go.....


Sign on the back of another Septic Tank Truck:

"Caution - This Truck is full of Political Promises"

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Ardyn's Photo Scavenger Hunt

Ardyn had some friends come over this morning to celebrate her 9th birthday. They had a list of captions for which they had to pose. Philip had taken all the other kids to Luke's basketball game, so I followed the high-pitched gaggle of girls around, snapping shots until their list was checked off.

"Story Time"


"I Can't Believe We All Fit In Here"


"No One's Feet Touching the Ground"


"In Someone Else's Shoes"


Then, as they decorated their photo albums, I tried to upload the pictures to W@lgr**n.com so that within an hour or so I could have the prints picked up. It was a no go. (snort, stomp, huff) I'll just have to include some prints in the thank you notes next week.

We cleaned up our craftiness & rolled out and baked some stuffed-crust pizza. I sliced a fresh pineapple for the first time in my life. The girls were quick to point out that I failed to read the instructions, but it tasted great.

We sang and ate cookie slices and hugged on the birthday girl.


Thank You, God, for Ardyn Grace. She is beautiful and enthusiastic and generous. You have blessed her with kind friends who share a love for You. Thank You for blessing our home with her life.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Thanksgiving @ Horncreek

Just had fun looking through some more photos from our trip to Colorado. I thought I'd share...

My dad's sister, Jeannie, and me with all my brothers...plus baby Johnathan:)

I LOVE this photo of my mom with Elizabeth! So pretty!

Mari Alice hangin' out in the lodge...

Tim & Me & Josh at breakfast...family dynamics.


Thank You, God, for allowing us to take such a great trip last fall. It is so easy to praise You surrounded by such natural beauty, joy & devotion! Thank You for my sweet family. I have been blessed. Thank You!

Friday, January 15, 2010

Sweet Sixteen

Today is our 16th wedding anniversary. The florist delivered an enormous silk wreath with twigs and sprigs and flowers and fruit. It's fantastically messy...which means that my neat'n'tidy mind could have never created it. I love it! It's on the front door for now, but I'm hoping to find a warm, cozy spot for it inside. Any suggestions?


Thank You, God, for Love.
For Being Love.
For Authoring Love.
For Sustaining Love.

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Simple Woman's Daybook



FOR TODAY Thursday, January 7, 2010...

Outside my window...Honkin' COLD! Predicted wind chill of zero degrees tonight. Frostbitten Texans, anyone?

I am remembering...how cold it was last Christmas when we took the kids to $ilver Doll@r City. Even forty dollars worth of REALLY good hot cocoa couldn't keep us warm. But it was big, cold, fun.

I am thankful for...Elizabeth. I cannot imagine life without her. She is a beautiful note on which to end the song of childbirth.

I am creating...quilted stockings for next Christmas...and a musical for MP3.

I am going...to drive Landen to his first DNow tomorrow night. (sniff, sigh)

I am reading...in the evenings - Your God is Too Safe by Mark Buchanan and to the kids after lunch - The Potato Chip Puzzle by Eric Berlin.

I am hoping...that Philip is safe and sound as he goes out into this weather to restore some one's power. Dear Lord, please surround Philip with Your safety and warmth.

On my mind...purposeful and diligent living. It's January, what can I say??

From the learning rooms...wrapping up the 3rd quarter. One more round of spiral notebooks, a box of pencils and some G2 pens (Luke settles for nothing less than the best), and we'll have this year in the bag.

Noticing that...I'm on my third glass of ice water this evening and I'm still thirsty. My lips are chapped too. Wish I could turn the heater down, but I'd freeze all the darlings.

Pondering these words... "No one has EVER been TOO Heavenly minded. You can be of no earthly good, that's for sure; but it's NOT because you're too heavenly minded. When you have hope, 2 Peter says 'You purify yourselves as He is pure,' and you become dangerous, radical, holy, loving, self-sacrificing servants on the planet until He returns." -John Piper "Subjected in Hope" 12/29/09

From the kitchen...Spaghetti, salad, green beans, and cheesy bread.

Around the house...Philip just left, but he was enjoying the UT game with the boys. Ardyn's reading in her room and the other girls are asleep. Oscar is visibly weighing the options of warm fire in the living room verses drafty spot under Momma's computer chair in the bedroom. His constant relocation speaks of his indecision and sense of chill.

One of my favorite things...B@th'n'B@dyW@rks hand soap. Everyone knows I MUST have kitchen lemon at the kitchen sink, but since Christmas I have scented foam in both bathrooms. There's no more asking the kids if they washed with soap. When they return from their biznez, hands- dampened and heavily fragranced -verify their righteousness. Hallelujah! Cotton Blossom and Sugar Fig ROCK!

From my picture journal...

Our Thanksgiving Cabin, HornCreek 2009


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