Things I Like…

31 December 2004

…just because I think I should 😉

1. Turtle socks (I have 3 pairs…none of which I’ve bought for myself)
2. Getting in touch with old friends
3. Little dogs
4. Big dogs
5. Celtic hymns
6. Caroline Cox
7. Fountain pens
8. Hero Bracelets
9. Snow
10. Running
11. Laura Ingalls Wilder books

…tbc

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Things I Like…

31 December 2004

…just because I think I should 😉

1. Turtle socks (I have 3 pairs…none of which I’ve bought for myself)
2. Getting in touch with old friends
3. Little dogs
4. Big dogs
5. Celtic hymns
6. Caroline Cox
7. Fountain pens
8. Hero Bracelets
9. Snow
10. Running
11. Laura Ingalls Wilder books

…tbc

Wow

30 December 2004

Ok, so that’s an understatement. Over 117,000 dead. What does it say about me that one of my first responses is “I want to go there.” Go and help, I mean…or at least, that’s what I mean now. But I also wonder what that would be like. I mean, I can’t imagine losing 1/4 of my community. How would I react? How would I function? What would I be thinking? I really do want answers to these questions.

I’ve always had some not-so-perverse desire to actually experience something bad…I mean, really bad. Not because I’m strange, or have sado-masochistic tendencies or anything, but because I feel so…insulated, sometimes. I mean, I’ve never seen anyone die. In other parts of the world, and in our part of the world in previous times, that was unheard of. You would have to be strange or cowardly or something to not have had that experience. I mean, I sit here and look at my Christmas tree, and at the pile of my gifts still stacked under it (because that’s what we do with Christmas gifts in our family), and I get that sense that in some real way I don’t live in the same world as the people for whom life is now just a string of minutes held together only by the need to survive through all of them.

And yet there’s the selfish part of me, too–the part of me that doesn’t really want to sell my new iPod so that I can send money to help them all. If I could sell it and go, and be with them, and hear their stories and come to understand their lives…now that would be tempting. In the end, that’s what I want to do. I want to know people from all over the world, and to hear their stories, and maybe to tell those stories to others. I don’t want to do this so that the rich send money to the poor, though that would be great, too; I want to do it because I think it’s important that, as we live and move and breathe in our insulated world, we need to have some sense of what’s really going on in the rest of the world. The time is coming (and maybe is here?) when we need to have a global perspective. And that doesn’t mean trying to make them all like us. It means, instead, that we know what the world is about, that we know what life is really like in other places, not so we can help, and not so we can change them and make them like us, but so that we can relate, and truly love each other.

I’m not sure why this is so important to me, and I’m not sure that it’s not just some of my own neuroses coming out to play.

Oh, and by the way, I think it’s less that we’re stingy and more that the world doesn’t want to accept our help in the way we give it. I mean, sure, we had interests in the Iraq invasion, but we’re still there, mostly, to help out the Iraqis. And everyone rags on us for it. Yet we’re going into more and more debt, and people are dying and children are growing up without fathers because of it. How can that be stingy? Maybe we shouldn’t give that way…but that’s not my point. My point is that we ARE giving…and all we get is criticism. Different love languages, anyone?

Christmas addendum

26 December 2004

Ok, so not only was I supposed to listen to a poor Christmas sermon once, but it was recycled for this morning’s sermon. My mom and I spotted it, and left between services.

Two things on Christmas…

25 December 2004

Last night, I went to my parent’s church (I can call it that without qualms now…that MUST indicate growth 😉 ) and I got so mad. First of all, what I heard over and over was, “Jesus was born on Christmas, but look! then he DIED!! Look, he DIED!!! For you!!! Sure, he was born, but he DIED!!” Ok, so Jesus’s birth wouldn’t mean anything if he hadn’t died, but, as Christians, we have a WHOLE, entire holiday just for that. It’s called Easter. And, if you celebrate it “properly,” you have 40 whole days in which you can say as much about his death as you want.

I guess Christ’s coming has meant a lot to me this year. Look, he CAME. He was here; he was among us. He came, as helpless and needy and wanting as the babies I’ve seen recently. And he was God. And he did it by choice (No, Molly, being stung by bees never really was an option). Now, that’s cool. I feel like I could think about that forever and ever and ever. I mean, he chose to be here, rather than in heaven, which we all, as good evangelicals, know is infinitely better than earth. And I believe that. But he CHOSE to be here, to be with us.

Ok, so I’m rambling. And I’m rambling because I don’t have any real solid thoughts on the topic besides “Wow” (which, as a general reaction to the whole thing, doesn’t seem entirely out of line). And I could have more thoughts on it if the sermon last night had been about Christmas, about Christ’s-mass, about his coming to be among us, and not about 7 reasons why we should celebrate Jesus (among which were things like “Because more has been written about him than about any other man in the history of the world,” which sounds a lot like “Because many other people do,” which is some kind of logical fallacy…fab, preacher, let’s CON them in to becoming Christians). I wanted teaching. I was hungry for it. And I got…well, it’s Christmas, so I won’t say what I got…mercy, and all that.

My second thought about Christmas, besides “Jesus’s coming is cool enough to get it’s own holiday,” is http://www.herobracelets.org I don’t know how to make that a real link, but I’m all about what they’re doing. I don’t have one yet, only because the Web buying site is down. But if you’ll wear a Lance Armstrong LiveStrong bracelet, the least you can do is wear one for a fallen service man, whether you think he should have been there or not.

My second second thought is “I love you, Renee.” Pray for Renee and her family, especially today. It’s their first Christmas without Gabe, and they’re on my heart.

Two things on Christmas…

25 December 2004

Last night, I went to my parent’s church (I can call it that without qualms now…that MUST indicate growth 😉 ) and I got so mad. First of all, what I heard over and over was, “Jesus was born on Christmas, but look! then he DIED!! Look, he DIED!!! For you!!! Sure, he was born, but he DIED!!” Ok, so Jesus’s birth wouldn’t mean anything if he hadn’t died, but, as Christians, we have a WHOLE, entire holiday just for that. It’s called Easter. And, if you celebrate it “properly,” you have 40 whole days in which you can say as much about his death as you want.

I guess Christ’s coming has meant a lot to me this year. Look, he CAME. He was here; he was among us. He came, as helpless and needy and wanting as the babies I’ve seen recently. And he was God. And he did it by choice (No, Molly, being stung by bees never really was an option). Now, that’s cool. I feel like I could think about that forever and ever and ever. I mean, he chose to be here, rather than in heaven, which we all, as good evangelicals, know is infinitely better than earth. And I believe that. But he CHOSE to be here, to be with us.

Ok, so I’m rambling. And I’m rambling because I don’t have any real solid thoughts on the topic besides “Wow” (which, as a general reaction to the whole thing, doesn’t seem entirely out of line). And I could have more thoughts on it if the sermon last night had been about Christmas, about Christ’s-mass, about his coming to be among us, and not about 7 reasons why we should celebrate Jesus (among which were things like “Because more has been written about him than about any other man in the history of the world,” which sounds a lot like “Because many other people do,” which is some kind of logical fallacy…fab, preacher, let’s CON them in to becoming Christians). I wanted teaching. I was hungry for it. And I got…well, it’s Christmas, so I won’t say what I got…mercy, and all that.

My second thought about Christmas, besides “Jesus’s coming is cool enough to get it’s own holiday,” is http://www.herobracelets.org I don’t know how to make that a real link, but I’m all about what they’re doing. I don’t have one yet, only because the Web buying site is down. But if you’ll wear a Lance Armstrong LiveStrong bracelet, the least you can do is wear one for a fallen service man, whether you think he should have been there or not.

My second second thought is “I love you, Renee.” Pray for Renee and her family, especially today. It’s their first Christmas without Gabe, and they’re on my heart.

Please Pray…

12 December 2004

A friend of mine might be losing her baby, or might have already lost it. She’s on her way to the emergency room right now…pray for them.