tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14844610399289702012024-02-18T21:51:34.883-08:00Everyday peHRtinentUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-4367466923426692472020-02-06T09:08:00.002-08:002020-02-06T09:08:51.896-08:00Monster-in-Law<br />
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Fast forward to 2020. So much has changed in the last
several years. Graduations, marriages, births…these changes have made a monster
out of me. TBF, a monster more in line with Cookie Monster than a Demogorgon,
but a monster nonetheless. I’d like to think I’m a koala-esque, cuddly, and fun
to be around Monster-in-Law. Here’s hoping there is agreement among my
children! BTW, why the term “Monster-in-Law” to begin with? <span style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;">¯\_(</span><span style="color: black; mso-ascii-font-family: "MS Gothic"; mso-bidi-font-family: "MS Gothic"; mso-hansi-font-family: "MS Gothic";">ツ</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica",sans-serif;">)_/¯</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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As a mom of only boys, I can without a doubt say that daughters-in-law
are a different kind of happy. I can’t imagine what it would be like to not
have awesome ones because that’s what I have: truly exceptional
daughters-in-law each unique in their giftedness. It used to be a tradition of
mine to give gifts to my loved ones around my birthday. They have been such a
great gift to me that I wanted to share these words as my public gift to them. That
gift is too great not to share so I decided to gloat here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Periwinkle</i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>is a
balanced mom with an admirable wellness focus. She is consistent, supportive,
and I recently learned, an exceptional written word communicator. One of my
greatest joys has been observing her interactions with my son and see the level
of mutual respect they have. Since their little one, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mr. Squishy Face,</i> was born some years back, it has been a pleasure
watching them parent together. The other great joy I have is seeing how
unconditionally she supports my son’s dreams and aspirations. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Periwinkle</i> is through and through the
best life partner <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">My Little Chicken</i>
could have!<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Hard-working. If I had to select only one word to describe <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Smooth
Operator</i></b>, that’s the one I choose. I have a feeling she’s an employer’s
dream! In the years I’ve known her, watching her work ethic and dependability has
been impressive. She is stable yet forward thinking. Watching her give cuddles
to her babies is so very sweet! She likes surprises and is unable to defer the
joy of knowing what those are. As a life partner, she is patient, accepting,
and compromising. She makes it happen for the good of her family. I frankly don’t
know how she has the energy but I’m sure the three young ones will do their
best to zap it from her!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our newest family addition, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cassia</i></b>, is warm,
dedicated, and infectiously charming! When she says “Hi mom!” it warms my heart
almost as much as her little one, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Bubbles</i>.
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cassia</i> is unassumingly bright and her
love for her family cannot be confined to a few words. She has learned to just
roll with the fact that our family’s sardonic humor is here to stay. When I pull
an r/oldpeoplefacebook type question, she generally answers it without mocking
me. Watching her love my son just the way he is and because of who he is makes
me feel like my prayers for him have been answered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Those prayers continue as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cinci’s</i> future life partner is yet to be discovered/determined but
I know that whoever they are will join a group of extraordinary young women who
are exceptional life partners and excellent moms. They live out that “better
than the promises is the day we got to keep them” and I love them!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-6943501532585249242015-08-27T14:31:00.000-07:002015-08-27T16:36:50.474-07:00You’re Doing it Wrong<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don’t know if your loved ones, or perhaps even your liked ones and you ever get into petty, unimportant, inconsequential disagreements about minor #firstworldproblems type stuff, but, I’ll admit that, in my family, sometimes we do. And, by sometimes, I mean sometimes in the literal sense not in a minimizing and/or sarcastic way. Full disclosure: I received a written release (by text) to include what I am about to share. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The other day, Triple M was dutifully thinking about vehicle usage and miles traveled, probably for resale value purposes or some other guy reason I will never understand. He was contemplating the benefits of switching cars with me for a while because he travels three times as far as me, and his car is newer. During these types of conversations, he’s not only Triple M but rather Alpha Male Triple M. Think Don Draper meets Jack Reacher. At least that is my perception. And when he is “Alpha Male Triple M” you know he means business.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don’t do well with change, particularly this kind of change because it seems it takes me forever to get used to driving a different car. Adjusting seats forward, mirrors, steering wheel, UGH! However, I lean towards attempting to be an Ephesians 5 kind of wife which meant my response should be, <i>“Whatever you think is best”</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This was fine until he started asking questions about the condition of my car, both aesthetically and mechanically. I mentioned I don’t do well with change, but, did I mention I do less well when feeling questioned? The first question was <i>“How clean is your car? Do I need to clean it? </i>Ephesians 5 was the last thing on my mind when I turned to look at him if you know what I mean. My version of “clean” and his version of “clean” are very different. He knows…why does he ask?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He followed with, <i>“When you let go of the wheel, does it veer to one side more than another?” </i>This really confused me. I don’t know under what circumstances I would “let go of the wheel”. I think he was trying to ascertain any alignment issues. I don’t notice these things (hence his questions, right?). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then comes the whopper of the question: <i>“When you drive, do you try to avoid the potholes or do you hit them?”</i> he asked. Now, in his defense, I have in the past mentioned how perhaps, there was a certain pothole on my way to work that, somehow, I hit each and every time for weeks. It therefore wasn’t a wholly unreasonable question. Nonetheless, I was upset. My response was something along the lines of, I totally hit them pretending I was getting Mario points each time; perhaps I should keep score. All this was said in my most pouty, petulant voice I could muster. Then, I reminded him I am not a child </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 16.6877765655518px;">:-)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yet my reaction was one of a child more than of a reasonable, mature person. Here is an excellent idea based on a smart risk assessment but I didn't like it, or like the way it would inconvenience me for maybe a day or two until I got used to it. This encounter brings to the forefront my need of a greater worldview – a view that says, <i>“I realize no one else is like me and I am not like them, but, the goal is not that. The goal is to be more like Him”</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We get confused on this point. The invitation is not to be all alike but rather to be <i>like-minded, having the same love </i>(the love of God Himself),<i> being one in spirit and in mind </i>(Philippians 2:2), <i>to be like minded-be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble</i> (I Peter 3:8),<i> so that with one mind and one voice you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ</i> (Romans 15:6).</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-6416944029484886982015-08-21T12:52:00.000-07:002015-08-21T12:52:01.321-07:00The Canvas<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I fondly yet a little embarrassed remember after school days
when I was about 12 years old. Immediately upon leaving school, I would go to
the library and check out a book. I would then head to a local bodega and
purchase a Diet Pepsi and pork rinds. I’m pretty sure I was almost a complete vegetarian
at that time, and I don’t think I knew what pork rinds were until many years
later. This is way before I began reading the ingredients of most everything I
ate. Those who know me best know about my aversion to BHT and high fructose
corn syrup. Oh, and all things pork. But, I didn’t know pork rinds came from
pork. I must have thought they were like buffalo wings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Comfortably on the stoop with my Pepsi, pork rinds, and
book, I would sit relaxing. If I read something interesting, I would make a
note of it on my…jeans. I had one pair and they were my journal or perhaps more
like a canvas as they kind of became a work of art. I was classy though, and
only wrote on the front of the jeans. I mean, it’s tacky to have writing on the
back, right? That and I didn’t reach the back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I remember these jeans because they “grew with me”, not that
there was much to me at the time. They went from full length jeans to crop to
capris. At some point I must have come across another pair as an upgrade. In
that transition, though I don’t remember it, my other jeans disappeared. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Though I don’t remember how I lost them, I do remember the devastation.
These jeans had been through so much with me (and on me). So much of my heart
was poured via black magic marker on them. Many times, I would sit there and
reread what was written on them. I felt secure with them and in them. But, like
so many things we outgrow, I needed to let them go to make space for something
better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Those jeans are very representative of life during those
years. The canvas of my life had so much already covering it there was little
to no room for anything new. And on a canvas, one can only use the front! I
needed an upgrade on that too and I am thankful that I came across it. More
precisely, I faced the Cross and was given a new canvas. Then the choice of
what would go on this canvas – the canvas of my heart and mind began.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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My favorite volumes are still non-fiction. Your life, my life are non-fiction. He
wants to write in them. He wants to paint on the canvas of our lives. I can only invite you to let Him. I can only
tell you the joy of growing with Him and in Him brings. You have to make a
choice on what you want to go on your canvas. Others will see what’s on it. All
I can say is that the upgrade is worth your while!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Those who know me well know I do not like “F” words. There
are certain ones that make me very uncomfortable when I hear them, to the point
I tell the offending person (maybe not right at that moment but in the near
future) “I do not like the “F” word”. For others, I question why it’s even
necessary to use them.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to all things Google, the English language has
approximately 1,025,110 words. On
average, and although very difficult to document (no pun intended), a native
English speaker may know and/or use between 35,000 to 50,000 words out of those
over a million available. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That is not to say it’s necessary to use every word
imaginable. George Orwell gives great advice when he said “<i>Never use a long word where a short one will do</i>” and “<i>Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific
word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As Blaise Pascal said “<i>Words
differently arranged have a different meaning, and meanings differently arranged
have a different effect</i>.” I think Pascal could have used Orwell’s advice;
nonetheless, words have meaning! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Because words have meaning, the overuse or misuse of these
particular “F” words – failure, fear, and frantic -- really bothers me. I hope you didn’t think I was speaking of
other kinds of “F” words.
It bothers me because sometimes, they should have no space in our brains the
way they do, and even worse, take hold in our hearts in such a way that they
skew our perspective.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Take failure. Why all the, as Cinci would say, hatorade
towards it? I recently heard a lecture quoting NASA Administrator Charles
Bolden regarding failure. He says “<i>Risk
intolerance is a guarantee of failure to accomplish anything of significance.” </i> I really love that! We fail when we refuse to
try but unless we try, what do we accomplish? Another different perspective on
failure is these words by Henry Ford:<i>"Failure is an opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently." </i><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">It’s okay to
fail as long as we learn and move forward. A good Bible verse to remember is:</span></span><br />
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: center;"><i style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="color: #0070c0;">“For the righteous falls seven times and rises again, but the
wicked stumble in times of calamity.” </span>- Proverbs 24:16 (ESV)</i></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then there is fear. In my personal experience, this one is tied closely to failure. I don't know about you, but I am sometimes afraid of failing at that which is important to me. I have feared not being a good enough mom, a good enough wife, a good enough Christian, a good enough worker, a good enough friend...basically, name a relationship, I have feared that my inadequacies may ruin them. I appreciate the wordsmithing of Andrew Peterson in the song "Just as I am". He says:</span><br />
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life I've held on to this fear<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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thistles and vines, ensnare and entwine<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What flowers
appeared<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's the fear
that I'll fall one too many times<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's the fear
that His love is no better than mine<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And I have feared especially the last part. However, through
faith I can believe that is not the mindset Jesus wants for me. 2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And Isaiah
41:10 affirms:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0070c0;">“Fear not, for I am with
you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help
you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.</span></i></b><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #001320;">”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The chorus to the song quoted above says:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just as I am and
just as I was<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just as I will be
He loves me, He does<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He showed me the
day that<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He shed His own
blood<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He loves me, oh, He
loves me, He does<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I can believe
this and not fear my shortcomings because of His sacrifice for me! And, you can
too because of His sacrifice and love for you too!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Frantic is a
little different. I don’t think I use the word as much as living it at times. Am
I so hurried that the activity steals my peace? Am I so frenzied and full of
worry about trivial things I cannot pause to reflect on His goodness? Do I let
#firstworldproblems steal my joy? I know that is not how I should think and
certainly not the way I should live. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From John
16:33 to Isaiah 26:3 to Psalm 27 to Matthew 6:31-34 to Psalm 46 to John 14:27
and more – the message is clear. He’s got this!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And since He’s
got this, we can heed the advice of Philippians 4:6-7:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #0070c0;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Be
anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with
thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God,
which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through
Christ Jesus.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He will guard
our hearts and minds and replace those “F” words. He will give us <b><span style="color: #0070c0;">flawless</span></b><span style="color: #0070c0;"> </span>instead
of failure, <b><span style="color: #0070c0;">faith </span></b>instead of fear, <b><span style="color: #0070c0;">fulfilled</span></b><span style="color: #0070c0;"> </span>instead of frantic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What’s your
favorite <b><u>positive</u></b> “F” word?</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don’t know if like me you are fascinated with those little
guys/gals zooming around, so happily clearing all sorts of grime, scum, dirt
and entirely gross bathroom fixtures. It’s magical thinking about their
dedication and precision, making such a task not only enjoyable, but even delightful!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The thought of how they work is whimsical, but the reality
of how much they may not makes me sad. It makes me sad because I so want to
believe it then, alas, I still have to get the scrubber for the ring around the
tub. Even worse is the other cleaner that “guarantees” no scrubbing and deceitfully
turns from blue to white when “ready” to be wiped. The problem is that when the
grime, scum, dirt and other gross stuff is way beyond the surface, a simple “wiping”
does not work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Likewise, it’s the same when cleaning the closets of my
heart. Wiping my heart just on the outside doesn’t work. It’s worse still when
I am constantly trying to use rags filthy with unrighteousness (Isaiah 64:6).
For real, consistent, and long-lasting cleansing, I can’t use my own rag. I
need something more powerful. I can come close to appearing to those around me as
“sanitized” (Matthew 23:27-28) through my behavioral changes, but the reality
is different. And even if I am successful in appearing that way, what I truly need
is to be sanctified. I need to be cleansed from the inside out. And for that, I
need to be covered in red. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In ways I can’t explain with logic, and unlike those
household cleaners that turn from blue to white when “ready”, the blood that
covers me does indeed turn my unrighteousness from red to white if I accept it.
There is a step we can’t skip. We respond to His invitation in acceptance, and
we let Him clean it all up. We let Him live in us and through us daily. This is
the promise in Isaiah 1:18 (ESV):<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: blue;">“Come now, let us reason together, says the
Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though
they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And this is true regardless of our past! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="color: blue;">“…but you were
washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord
Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God.”</span></i>- I Corinthians 6:11(NASB)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="color: blue;">“But when the
kindness of God our Savior and His love for mankind appeared, He saved us, not
on the basis of deeds which we have done in righteousness, but according to His
mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewing by the Holy Spirit, whom He
poured out upon us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being
justified by His grace we would be made heirs according to the hope of eternal
life.”</span></i> – Titus 3:4-7<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It isn’t magic, it is love and sacrifice. And if you are
discouraged because of those layers of grime, scum, dirt and entirely gross
sinful things from years past, take heart! Like Charles Spurgeon you can say:</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span></o:p><i style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“I have a great need for Christ and I have a
Great Christ for my need.”</b></span></i></div>
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Have you ever heard the story of the
old farmer and his son? The farmer had worked in the fields for many years. One
day his horse ran away. When the neighbors heard the news, they came to find
out what happened. I don’t know if they were genuinely concerned or just curious.
They wanted to comfort the farmer and said, "Such bad luck,” The farmer
replied, "Who knows; we shall see." <o:p></o:p></div>
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The next morning, the horse
returned, bringing with him three other wild horses. The neighbors again heard
the news (I don’t even think they learned about this through Facebook or
Twitter but they came fast!). "How wonderful," the neighbors said.
"Who knows; we shall see." once again replied the old man. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The day after, the farmer’s son
tried to ride one of the wild horses. He was thrown from the horse and broke
his leg. The neighbors came over again to offer their sympathy on their seemingly
continuing bad luck. What do you think the farmer replied? You are correct! He
replied, "Who knows; we shall see." <o:p></o:p></div>
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A few days later, military
officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Since the son's
leg was broken, the son was not drafted. The neighbors attempted to celebrate
with the farmer given how things turned out. The response? "Who knows; we
shall see." said the farmer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When we’ve had our fill of life
circumstances, we are usually quick to assume they are either blessings or
trials. At least I do. Even in the old “is the glass half full or half empty?”
question, we are tasked with making the decision one way or another. What would
happen if instead we replied, “Who knows; we shall see.”? What would happen if
we allowed some time to determine God’s response to a particular situation and
for Him to let us know His will throughout it?<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I think of the neighbors’ well-meaning
assumptions about the various circumstances the farmer and his son endured, I
think about how I assume blessings or trials on the “cups” of which other people
must partake. This is especially true when thinking about the life paths of my
own children and the decisions they must make. As I observe their “cup”, full
of opportunity and blessing, I often ignore that to them, the cup is full of
unknowns and bittersweet options. Their “cups runneth over” but I, even as a
mom, cannot say with certainty with what.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I may be thinking their
experience should be like David’s in Psalm 23:5 when David’s cup of blessings
and good things overflows, when in their reality, the experience is more like
Jesus’ experience asking the Father <i>“if
it be possible, let this cup pass from Me”</i> like we see in Matthew 26:39 and
Luke 22:42. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I am learning that I don’t always know best, but we can have assurance
that <i>“in all things God works for the
good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose”</i>
(Romans 8:28 NIV). I am also confident that, no matter what the cup is filled
with, as we remain in God’s will He is faithful in providing the best options
and outcomes, so that we can endure any challenge (my paraphrase of I
Corinthians 10:13).<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the midst of any situation, I can say outwardly “Who knows; we shall
see?” Inwardly however, I can stand
confident knowing He already knows and He has the best solution with our best
interest in mind.</div>
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<o:p></o:p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-69890767833300015612015-01-16T11:07:00.000-08:002015-01-16T11:07:12.632-08:00Putting Away Childish Things<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Some
years ago, a friend of mine gave me some bright and colorful plush toy spider monkeys.
They were white with bright pink or bright purple. I thought they were super
cute and, since they had long arms, I promptly got on my bed, on my tippy toes
and hung all three of them on my ceiling fan because, that is what a mid-30s
woman does with plush toy monkeys. It seemed a reasonable way to display them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I
quite enjoyed turning on the ceiling fan and watching them become flying
monkeys! I would repeat this process multiple times a day. I reasoned that we
can all be like children from time to time especially when you don’t share your
room with another adult. I had these
monkeys (and followed my fun process) for about two years, then circumstances
changed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">It
was a good change. It was a fantastic change! It was even better than watching
plush toy spider monkeys flying off my ceiling fan. It was love…a marriage
proposal…a wedding…and moving.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I
realized that the monkeys should not go with me when I married and moved in
with my husband. For some reason, it seemed silly to take them with me since a)
I don’t have small children, b) we wouldn’t have a ceiling fan, and c) I was
pretty sure my husband would not appreciate them as much as I did. I can be
perceptive like that. Because of my greater love for my husband than the
fascination I had with these monkeys, I gave them to the friend who gave them
to me. That seemed reasonable since, by this time, said friend had a toddler. A
toddler would appreciate these monkeys for sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Lately,
I’ve been thinking about how proud I was with myself for being able to give up
my monkeys. It was a process for me to be okay with giving them up. One would
think it should have been an obvious and easy decision but for me, it was a
struggle as I did not want to feel as if I was “giving up who I am”. I was
determined I wouldn’t do this for anyone, no matter how much I loved them. Yet
because of love, this particular decision was easy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">More
recently, I have also been thinking about other childish things I have been
very unwilling to give up or how in many ways, I have been unwilling to mature.
I have stubbornly said to myself “I am not giving up who I am” no matter how
much I love someone and with that thought, I realized how very shallow my love is
for others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Corinthians 13 is knowns as “The Love Chapter”. It is often read at weddings.
Because of its (in my opinion) overuse, I had developed a disdain for this
chapter. I have rolled my eyes often when I’ve heard it. I forbade the
officiant of our wedding to even think of quoting from this chapter. I now believe
that, deep inside, I felt “called out” every time I heard it. Listening to this
chapter reminds me how little I know how to love and how unlovable and
unreasonable I can be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Most
days, I can be eloquent, knowledgeable, unwavering, hard-working, and generous.
On those same days I can be inpatient, envious, arrogant, egocentric, rude, and/or
easily offended. Many days I don’t want to think the best in people, not hoping
for the best in circumstances or motives, especially relating to those I love.
Certainly I don’t feel like enduring their shortcomings. And, because of my
lack of true love for them, in my mind, they seem to return the favor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Not “giving up who I am” often translates
for me as an innate ability to hold grudges. The Hooligans have often told me I
can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. I have been proud of that as if I
received a medal.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">This particular trait is in stark contrast
with 1 Corinthians 13. This is probably another reason I have not appreciated
this chapter as much as I should. “…</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">bears all things, believes
all things, hopes all things, endures all things” in verse seven has been
particularly challenging lately. It has challenged me to grow up. It is my
challenge to continually put away the childish (self-centered) things that keep
me from loving like Him. Monkeys
are cute unless they are slinging vile at you! My grudge-holding abilities are
like that. It’s not attractive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">In contrast to how I am, He suffers long and is kind; He does not
envy. Never has He sought things for Himself and no matter how I behave, He is
never provoked to despise me. He thinks great plans for me, and doesn’t quite
like when I am unjust. When I am honest with myself and with Him, He rejoices!
He bears all with me, believes in me, provides hope, and endures with me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Giving up who I am” – giving up childish things - provides the room
so that I can be like Him not in part, but entirely and the true version of who
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-39443773512805661622012-12-24T08:45:00.000-08:002012-12-24T08:45:15.634-08:00The Castle<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When <em>My Little Chicken</em> was just that (about four years old), he wanted a medieval castle more than anything in the world, including tomatoes. It should almost go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, since I’ve been known from time to time to state the obvious, that every four year old little boy wanted the particular castle for Christmas, except I didn’t know it at the time. I love <em>My Little Chicken</em> a lot and so there was nothing that I wanted to give him more than that castle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I’m typically a planner (you can refer to http://pehrtinent.blogspot.com/2011/06/planny-planny.html) for an example) but somehow, I underestimated what it would take to find one of these castles. Surely, I thought, “how hard could it be”! From about the beginning of November to December 24th I searched high, I searched low, I searched nigh, I searched all…and nothing. Now, this is before the interwebs so shopping online was not possible which is probably a good thing since I would have had to give my right arm to the online bid poster for this castle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I got tired of driving around various interstates during the winter in the Northeast to find this castle. Oh, did I mention I was six months along with <em>Muscles</em>? Then, I got smart! On Christmas Eve, I began calling all the stores in the immediate proximity of my workplace to see if they had the castle. Voila, I found one and begged the clerk to “hold it for me” promising that I would be there right away. She said she would hold it 15 minutes. I frantically wobbled to my supervisor and asked if I could leave to get this castle (I don’t think I spoke intelligibly but we’d worked together long enough for him to know “how I get” plus, who messes with a pregnant woman, right???). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It was snowing A LOT this day and I remember driving as fast as I could and as cautiously as I could to Caldor’s to get the castle…I arrived just in time to purchase the monstrosity. Now, I’m already short and VERY round. The box was about 3’ x. I don’t really know how I carried it to the car. I was successful and I just knew <em>My Little Chicken</em> would be thrilled with his gift.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>My Little Chicken</em> opened his gift on Christmas morning and played with it the whole day…then no more! I was pretty disgusted with him. He wanted that castle more than anything in the world including tomatoes. <em>My Little Chicken</em> LOVES tomatoes. How could he lose interest so quickly?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The answer lies in human nature, I imagine. We seem to constantly be chasing for the bigger, better, newer and not fully satisfied or content with the blessings we have. Now, he was only four and he has grown up to be a wonderful young man since then. But sometimes I think of how I am and how I perhaps haven’t grown up as much as I should and continue (sometimes) chasing after the wind and not appreciating the sacrifice of my Heavenly Father who searches high, searches low, searches nigh; searches for all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">God sent His Son – Christmas reminds us of this. Additionally, He, the Son, after completing His task here on earth, went to prepare a place for us so that where He is, we can also be. He’s prepared the best “castles” ever for us and I don’t think we’ll bore quickly of them. More importantly, though, we should want to be in His presence more than longing for the castle…I guess we should want Him as much as <em>My Little Chicken</em> likes tomatoes :-).</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-45725960174408716202012-02-09T14:10:00.000-08:002012-02-09T14:10:36.738-08:00Getting it StraightI shall have a Sophia Petrillo channeling moment – picture this, February 8, 2012. Southeast, United States. It is my birthday. I am opening presents at Triple M’s house (soon to be “our” house). On this day, he has already sent a gorgeous flower arrangement with a little teddy bear hanging from the vase to my job. Totally adorable! I am spoiled, I know. He wanted me to open the presents before we went out for my birthday dinner. I first opened the cards. His parents sent me a card that made me boo hoo in a good way, and then I opened his card. That was followed by hugs for him. <br />
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The first present I opened was purportedly from “The Hooligans” I say purportedly because they’ve never, ever purchased a birthday present for me previously and they have no money. It was a beautiful metal picture frame with the word “LOVE” above the actual frame and one of my favorite pictures of Triple M and me in it! This is now safely placed above my credenza at work. Great! Fantastic! The second present was a…flat iron. <br />
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Now, don’t go thinking, “A flat iron. What kind of present is a flat iron?” I actually asked for a flat iron. Just the day before, I had forwarded a Groupon offer for a specific flat iron at a great price to Triple M for a “hint, hint”. However, I neglected to specifically specify that I wanted that specific one and only that one. The look on my face was not one of joy or delight, I am sure, and for that, I am sorry. <br />
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I inspected the flat iron, as I knew he put a lot of effort into purchasing this for me. He didn’t grow up with sisters and he shaves his head so this flat iron arena is all new for him. I would imagine he has not visited that section of the store in many, many years, if ever. So for that, kudos, Triple M! As I inspected the iron I realized it has the round edging instead of squared!!! Why the excitement? Well, I’d been wanting a 1” curling iron and I knew this would do the trick! I tried it this morning, and VOILA!<br />
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I don’t know that there is a great lesson or moral to this story except perhaps to specifically specify what you want and/or need if you want to keep it straight! I’ll keep that in mind in the future…the future that continues…forever!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In various fairytales (insert your favorite right here; I actually loathe the “Knight in Shining Armor ones”) or in comic books (I was quite fond of the Batman myself until I realized I’d been duped), the hero of the story wears a uniform which consists of some sort of spandex fabric and a cape. I know there are some that don’t have the cape and perhaps others with some armor or something but since I am neither a 12 year old boy nor a fan of <em>The Big Bang Theory</em>, I am no expert in such matters. However, as insightful black and white Hollywood movies point out, heroes are dressed in trench overcoats and fedora hats. What say you? I am mistaken? I don’t think so!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In a reverse sort of classic movie scene (“of all the joints in all the world, he had to walk into mine”) this plays out. I say “reverse” because it’s typically the dame that’s doing the walking and the gentleman that’s doing the talking. In my story, the dame (yours truly) was minding her own business when he walked in. I’ve recounted this before (http://pehrtinent.blogspot.com/2011/04/bats-pecan-swirls-and-laundry-rooms.html) so I won’t repeat myself. I’ve been thinking lately how he has liberated parts of me just like that hero would untie the ropes off the railroad tracks or catch the damsel as she falls off some building. Usually, the “dame” has gotten HERSELF in trouble. I’ll admit, this is the same for me. He doesn’t wear spandex and capes, thankfully. I tell you, THAT would make for a rather interesting blog. He does wear fedoras…and overcoats. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That’s why I say Hollywood got it right. Or maybe it’s the part that real men open doors and say thank you. Perhaps it’s the part that real men let their affections be known, though usually privately. I probably have to take back the “Hollywood” as a whole but maybe keep the Old black and white Hollywood. There are things that <em>are</em> black and white such as decency and honesty; hard work and compassion. It’s exceptionally freeing to be liberated to share and act with someone on these. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, out of all the joints in all the world, I am thankful he did indeed walk into “mine”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This brought me back to a time when I had all four of The Hooligans at home. This particular year would be a rough Christmas as I was only working 30 hours per week making about $12 per hour with no other income or assistance. I believe their ages were 4, 6, 11, and 13. Those were the best of times and the worst of times. I’m sorry that I quoted Dickens but it fits. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One of the better parts of that period was my developing friendship with Wistful. Wistful and I met through mutual friends coordinating an event earlier that spring. We continued getting together and were becoming pretty good friends. She knew of my struggles and how sad it made me that I couldn’t “do” for my boys that Christmas. This was the same year that she coordinated a trip to The Biltmore and had “sponsors” pay for our tickets. There’s another wonderful story associated with that trip and Cinci, but we’ll save that one for another time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hanging on my door when we got back was a bag. This was very curious because I lived in the boonies at the time. It was very odd. When I opened it, I was very surprised. The bag contained a Christmas card, and within it a very generous gift card! When you think “generous” think a few hundred dollars generous. The card was unsigned and anonymous. I immediately thought it was from my home church.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A day or two later Wistful came over to help decorate the tree I purchased with said gift card and I kept going on and on…and on…and on about how thankful I was that my church family (according to me) thought enough to help me in this way. I also unashamedly and unequivocally, rambled on about how the young adult group we were a part of (in a different church) could not possibly understand my struggles as a single mom but thank goodness for my home church. This went on probably about ten minutes and Wistful could not take it anymore! She finally said, <em>“Look, I wanted it to be a secret but since you keep going on…and on…and on…about how your ‘church family’ understands and loves you so much, you need to know it was from us – the young adult group”.</em> (Disclaimer – I don’t remember the exact words as I was very embarrassed so, Wistful, feel free to correct as needed). All I could say was, <strong>"I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you"</strong>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">During Christmas time, I believe my story has variations in others’ lives. We forget whom it is supposed to be about and we forget whom it is that provides for such merry. John 1:10 (ESV) says, <em>“He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him.”</em> I’d spent countless hours with this group and I did not know them either! I didn’t realize they understood and loved us enough to be so gracious. The Good News Version of John 1:16 summarizes this point well as it relates to Jesus – "<em>Out of the fullness of his grace he has blessed us all, giving us one blessing after another".</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am thankful that Wistful was gracious enough to forgive my ignorance and I even more thankful that <em>"out of His fullness (abundance) we have all received [all had a share and we were all supplied with] one grace after another and spiritual blessing upon spiritual blessing and even favor upon favor and gift [heaped] upon gift".</em> John 1:16, Amplified version.</span><br />
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The words excess, and its cousin superabundance, articulate well how blessed I feel and the blessings I’ve experienced God share with me this year. The more I think about them, the more I think about how undeserving I am and how Wonderful He is! It’s a great place to be.<br />
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The One that says, <em>“I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”</em> (John 10:10) and <em>“who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask”</em> (Ephesians 3:20) has superabundantly proved it. Although I wonder, if I’ve just been paying more attention.<br />
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This year, though full of challenges professionally, and some economic uncertainties, has been abundantly and exceedingly filled with greatness. Cinci is the healthiest he’s been in years, Muscles continues to grow into an honorable young man, The Original Hooligans have made more appearances than usual, true friends are constant though not abounding, and I am loved beyond imagination.<br />
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Most of all, I understand more fully why “there is no law” against certain things. There is no excess when it comes to love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22-23). I want to live that superabundantly. It is the season when it’s better to give than to receive after all. However, I pray this, being filled by the Spirit, is not seasonal but always excessively obvious in me. <br />
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I remember when The Original Hooligans and The Hooligans were babies. I would stare into their precious faces and felt that their whole beings were beautiful by design because their Designer made them so. I saw art and uniqueness in their eyes, their little noses (some smaller than others), and the way their brain works. It seemed to me, there would be no time that they would be unlovely to this mom…and there has not been! I still see the art in them and I still believe they were designed specifically to be them.<br />
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Why is it that I can see the art in them but question the art and design in me? Oh, I very well know. It’s because instead of looking at the Designer, as I did in my children’s faces, I am looking only at me. I thought about this recently because I am blessed with people that see past the “me” in me but must see me through Him. I can think of no other reason why I should be unconditionally loved. It’s a beautiful thing to feel loved in that way. <br />
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Behold!, 1 John 3:1 reminds us that God Himself loves us and sees us this way! <em>“Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God!”</em> Yet, even though God and His Beauty is all around us, not everyone sees Him.<br />
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There’s another lovely passage I like that says, <em>“...Christ is our example. By beholding Him we are to be changed into His image, from glory to glory, from character to character. This is our work. God help us rightly represent the Savior to the world."</em> –1SM 172 (RH Aug. 13, 1901).<br />
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Therefore, my challenge is to choose to behold the beauty and art in each other, but most of all, to behold the Artist and Designer. He loves us in such a manner as to bestow the best of a Fantastic Father!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-48733945426669385312011-12-02T13:33:00.000-08:002011-12-02T13:33:41.428-08:00Built to LastOne of my favorite parables Jesus told was the parable of the men that wanted to live by the sea. We all know that in real estate it’s all about – <strong>location, location, location</strong>. Beachfront homes are fun even though insurance tends to be very expensive. You can read about it in Matthew 7:24-27. <br />
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There is also a cute children’s song about this very thing. I’ve abbreviated it for your enjoyment – “<em>The wise man built his house upon the rock…And the rain came tumbling down…Oh, the rain came down. And the floods came up…And the wise man's house stood firm. The foolish man built his house upon the sand…And the rain came tumbling down. Oh, the rain came down. And the floods came up…And the foolish man's house went "splat!...”</em><br />
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I am continually amazed at how God, through such seemingly simple yet direct lessons, reminds us of what makes things, in this case, a building, lasting. The principle, though, can be applied to more than must building. I admit, however, that all this came to mind while I was hanging up my clothes yesterday.<br />
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The Hooligans and I moved to a rental this past summer. We’ve had to adapt to very different sleeping and space arrangements than any of us were previously used to experiencing. The new arrangements caused me to take a bedroom without a closet! I had a HUGE walk-in closet in my old house. Now, I would not only have to share the one bathroom with two teenage boys (I must give them kudos because they’ve been very cognizant of how important it is for them to keep the bathroom in reasonably decent and clean condition) but I had no place to hang up my clothes. In the greater scheme of life, this is minor, but you just don’t know the number of dresses I own! Much like a great superhero came Triple M to the rescue.<br />
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Triple M offered to put of a closet rod with brackets. Now, we had only been dating a few months and I was not 100% confident that I would like this little project. I was already upset I did not have a closet and I was concerned that this would turn out badly. In hindsight, I should have known better. INTJ males are not known for doing things 99.9% -- they tend to do things 100%+! <br />
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We went shopping for the supplies and he came over with all the things needed and some power tools. It was cute. I have to tell you, this is the fanciest exposed closet I have ever seen. I was apprehensive about loading up all the clothes but it held up. This is how Triple M builds things. He builds them with care and he builds them to last.<br />
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I am blessed that his “building” abilities don’t stop there. He is proactively helpful, and considerate. He is the kind of person that you can call in an emergency and have the confidence he can help you. He puts us first (The Hooligans and me) more than he should most times, and speaks the truths that need to be spoken in love most of the time (he’s human, after all). He puts God first and others right after. I’ve seen him be selfless beyond need. All of that reminds me of the rest of that children’s song – <em>“So, build your house on the Lord Jesus Christ... And the blessings will come down. Oh, the blessings come down as your prayers go up…So build your house on the Lord Jesus Christ.”</em><br />
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I wonder if the beachfront houses had closets??? <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I don’t know if your life is like mine – a life where in the last year you’ve experienced losses and wins, pain and enjoyment, disappointments and unexpected surprises, broken relationships and loving relationships, mental breakdowns and sanity, misfortune and blessings. I will guess that it is. There has been “plenty” of all the aforementioned filling my life this year. It’s been a cornucopia filled with all of life’s experiences that have somehow made me stronger and my life even more beautiful overall. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Since God’s “no” has manifested as “No, because I want something better for you” I have no logical reason to complain. Have I always liked it? No, I have not. In addition, I’ve told Him as much! Thankfully, He is very patient with me and has a great sense of humor. I am blessed with human relationships that mirror those qualities as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In response to such a beautiful life I lead with wonderful adventures awaiting and exceptional people to share it with, you know, like the cream of the cannoli, I choose to be grateful hopefully not just this Thanksgiving season but also every day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Fill someone’s life with goodness today. It makes it sweeter.</span><br />
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I’ve been thinking about a picture of Triple M and me…one where we look like total tree huggers and not because we are environmentalists in any way, shape or form, but because we were literally hugging a tree in his back yard as his right hand reached for my left hand. Aww. That sounds so beautiful. What made the event even more special was that I earlier spilled some coconut milk (seed from a tree…did you like that reference) on my T-shirt at an awkward angle above the waist while making piña coladas. Bama Girl did not think they were special enough. I got her back though. That’s another story. There is something romantic, even redeeming about trees.<br />
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The first tree that comes to mind is the tree of knowledge of good and evil as depicted in Genesis (first book of the Christian Bible). God is so Wonderful and He was willing to share everything, well, almost. He asked, ever so politely, I might add, for Adam and Eve to eat from everything else except that tree because it would not be good for them. I will venture to say most of you know the story but if not, I invite you to read Genesis Chapters one through at least four to get the full scoop. Somehow, even though I am sure the Garden of Eden was like, well, Eden or Paradise. Eve was fooled into thinking 99.9% wasn’t enough. She wanted that 0.01%. I don’t understand that. Regardless, even in the “hey, I’ve prepared a megabizzillion wonderful goodies for you from which you can feast…just don’t touch this one, or even go near it” invitation to all things wonderful, Eve chose stupidly.<br />
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The next tree I am reminded of is a tree in transition. This tree became a cross. It was transformed into a redemptive tool for you and me. As Chris Rice wrote from Jesus’ point of view, “Now I can never forget how much you mean to me. 'Cause I will always remember whenever I see. Where I carved your name into my tree. Where I wrapped my heart around your name. Then I took your arrow through my heart…Just to say, ‘I love you’. ‘I really love you’.”<br />
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The last tree that comprises my enthrallment is the tree from the song “Don’t sit under the apple tree…” There is something very romantic about this song. I must admit that I thought the spirit and feeling of that song would be my experience with Triple M when we went apple picking. I’d pictured tall apple trees and small ladders leading to plentiful fruit filled trees. I even got a flannel shirt, the kind with the snaps for the outing. <br />
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I thought Triple M and I would skip along and he would say, “Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me”, and we would sit under the tree. At that very moment, he would take a bite out of a beautiful apple, and I would tilt my head, giggle, and respond, “I won’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you…” I was deceived by Groupon. And somewhere along the way I became dissatisfied with my 99.9% everyday experience with him, and wanted that 0.01%. We did get our picture taken…while standing up. It turned out to be one of my favorite M & M pictures. <br />
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I think back now and see how foolish it is to search for that 0.01% of what can never be instead of being filled with joy for the 99.9% that is – the reaching out in hands and heart to wrap me in the love of all things wonderful. I’ll be deceived no more. <br />
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The times I specifically wonder are when I am watching one of those “hoarding” shows. For some reason I cannot fully understand, I get concerned I will end up with 17,295 jars in my 800 sq. ft. rental with every intent in the world to repurpose as a gift for someone…because we all know how many people MUST be lining up to receive a jar from me! <br />
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I’ve watched this show semi-regularly for about a year. I am always both disturbed and disheartened by the plight of the sufferer or “hoarder” on the show. There is almost always a defining moment that transformed some sort of collection activity to an obsession and usually tied in with severe and traumatic loss of a loved one. I’ve been thinking about defining moments and how they can (but don’t have to) overwhelm us or bury us in different ways. I’ve also been thinking about how our own actions further deepen the depth of our condition.<br />
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There are some specific ways we bury our life unnecessarily. I’ve listed some below but I bet we can come up with numerous others.<br />
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• We bury ourselves with worry<br />
• We bury ourselves with our destructive behavior<br />
• We bury ourselves with isolation<br />
• We bury ourselves with our selves and our selfish desires<br />
• We bury ourselves in our work<br />
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It seems to me that the more I let myself be buried by those things I listed above, the less likely I am to acknowledge the wonderful people around me that motivate me to make those cutesy jars to begin with! In addition, I marvel at the fact that Jesus likes to think of us as jars. <strong><em>2 Corinthians 4:7 says that “But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us</em></strong>.” (ESV). <br />
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This is the buried life we should live – to know that within each of us is treasure, even though sometimes it seems hidden. The power of God reveals it, if we let Him. The only kind of “buried life” I want to live is the one I chose when I decided to follow Jesus…<br />
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<strong><em>Romans 6:4: We were buried therefore with Him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life</em></strong>. (ESV)<br />
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And so we can walk in newness of life instead of a buried life! I like that; I like that a lot! I invite you along and hey, I might even make you a jar! I will fill yours up with jellybeans...<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-48019155921014052052011-09-01T14:06:00.000-07:002011-09-01T14:06:23.961-07:00Furiously Fasting for Donuts<em>(<strong>Warning</strong>: may not be suitable for those that have cravings of the circular sweet and delightfully cakey kind)</em><br />
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Those close to me can tell you I typically prefer green juice to sweets any day. Yes, I am weird like that and perfectly okay with it. There is something magical about this green beverage with its sprouts, kiwi, broccoli, green apples, celery, lime…As I used to tell the Original Hooligans and The Hooligans when they were small – “Yummy, yummy in my tummy”. Every once in a while, however, and as Muscles sometimes says, I get a hankering for something sweet. This past Saturday night, I got a hankering for a Krispy Kreme chocolate cake donut. Lucky for me, the closest Krispy Kreme is only a few miles from my house and on the way to and from Triple M’s house. Unluckily for my thighs, the closest Krispy Kreme is only a few miles from my house and on the way to and from Triple M’s house.<br />
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For those of you not familiar with Krispy Kreme donuts, they are like a guilty pleasure with glaze. Now, it’s amusing that my guilty pleasure (S-E-X and the get out of her my people) showcased this on one of their episodes. I can’t go into the episode here because then this will turn from G, or possibly PG to not so PG quickly. My favorite donut is the chocolate cake donut, with glaze, of course. <br />
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As I normally do on Saturday evenings, I was spending some much needed quality time with my favorite super hero, Triple M. I think Triple M would agree that I don’t ask for a lot. I am neither neurotic in my requests nor demanding. Somehow, though, when I do ask for something, my timing is impeccably inappropriate. It’s a gift; what can I say. <br />
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On the way to my house from Triple M’s house (by the way, his house is always appropriately impeccable), I saw the light! I literally saw the light…of the Krispy Kreme storefront all lit up! I asked if I could pretty please with wonderful glaze on top have a chocolate cake donut. “Are you sure? It’s so packed”, announced Triple M. Now, “Are you sure?” in Triple M dialect means, “I love you but I really would rather listen to Sara Groves than pull into a ridiculously packed small parking lot on a Saturday night…” I very whiningly said we didn’t have to but what a nice opportunity it would be if we did then he could teach me how to make a left turn on this busy complicated street (batting my dark chocolate brown eyes). I don’t ask for a lot, so to the turning lane he goes.<br />
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From this moment on, words cannot eloquently explain what happened next so you have to visualize it in terms of awesome cars like a Charger a la Fast and the Furious. He gets in the left turn lane with another car approaching head on to turn the opposite way. Triple M then moves over rather quickly (think my nails on the dashboard by now) and back around that car to make a left turn. He turns…almost unto vehicles leaving or at least attempting to leave the parking lot. Triple M tries to go through the drive-through and then rethinks this when there are literally about ten cars ahead of us…no room to park either. What happens next, is kind of a blur but it involves him backing out while a car is pulling in the lot behind us, turning around to turn left across three lanes of traffic. He did it by zig zagging between a few cars then says, “that’s how you turn left here…”<br />
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I was speechless, which was a good thing because from the looks of my Racer, he was in no mood to, well, for anything! We drove the rest of the few miles to my place without any sort of donut, not even a sprinkled one (insert sad face here). Triple M did offer to stop at a convenience store and get a donut, but you know, it’s just not the same. And that’s how I ended up fasting for a donut on a Saturday night.<br />
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Don’t fret friend! The story has a happy ending. We stopped by Krispy Kreme on the way to his house on Sunday afternoon. You didn’t think my super hero would fail me, did you? He never does. It’s always a circular way to a sweet delightful ending. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484461039928970201.post-65740056515291671482011-08-26T13:54:00.000-07:002011-08-26T13:54:17.560-07:00Jr.-like salvation (not the department store kind)If you asked me my favorite ages in children, I would likely say the “tween” years (10-13) followed by two to three year olds and then teenagers overall. I am not certain what this says about my mind’s stability, but I can tell you that there are, in my opinion, no other more crucial times in a child’s life than during those years and in my opinion, in that order. We all know that I received my training in the school of “A Wing and a Prayer” so I must be 100% correct. That and spending the majority of my life raising children and continuing on, as Maureen says, to do so.<br />
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There is a certain je ne c'est quoi (I used that term just to try to impress Muscles) about pre-teen children that both attracts and eludes. They have developed their own little selves, are still playful, and are trying to figure out who they want to become, or even whom to pattern after. It’s such a formative time. Those of us that are blessed and responsible to contribute to their edification have a high calling and task ahead.<br />
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For many years, I taught the 10 to 13 year old age group at church. I cannot begin to tell you how AWESOME this experience was for me. In fact, I miss it, and miss it a lot. The kids were so inquisitive and attentive. I remember distinctly that I learned as much from them as I tried to share. If I had to pick the one thing I liked most about them was that they are exceptional readers of genuine communication versus canned attempts; they are great doo doo detectors. <br />
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If they asked a question about God, they didn’t want “textbook” answers. They wanted experiential answers. They wanted to know what it meant to “me” and why it should mean something to them. Oh, don’t get me wrong, my little group wanted to prove it with their Bibles but wanted to know how to apply and why they should even try to apply it to their lives. <br />
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Another reason they are my favorite age group is of all the groups, they are the most real in their skin and in their actions. Life is awkward. Life is always changing and is unscripted. They answer abruptly (the way I sometimes want to), they feel deeply (the way we all should), and they acknowledge they don’t really know what’s going on! I heartily believe that at the core and center of who we are, we are perennial seventh graders waiting for the braces to come off and hit the growth spurt! <br />
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I know it’s not always appropriate to be like a seventh grader (just like it’s not appropriate to continue shopping in the Jr.’s department past the age of 22 per Stacey and Clinton from What Not to Wear). But when it comes to salvation, I feel pretty certain that Jesus wants us to bring our awkwardness and grievances of unfairness to Him, just like Juniors tend to verbalize it. I think the kids get the excellent doo doo detection skills from Him! I am also certain He calls some of us to help these “kids” develop the script of their life. That’s even more fun than hitting the mall… <br />
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I’ve decided to name her <em>Ageless</em> for the following reasons:<br />
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<ul><li>In an un-annoying way, she never seems to physically age. She looks beautiful even though years keep passing. They seem to pass her by.</li>
<li>She is a classic and wonderful dresser! She is always trendy without being inappropriate. </li>
<li>Her core values transcend societal norms. She is a great mom and has been together with the same man for more than half her life. Some even dub her “Wonder Woman”. I agree</li>
<li>No matter how much time passes between our “visits”, she remains a true friend; really more like a sister that lives across the country.</li>
</ul><em>Ageless</em> and I worked together almost ten years ago. We worked in a small office and became good friends. I think she won me over with her exceptional sweet tea and cheese ball. Those were great days…when she brought sweet tea and cheese balls. I was also chunkier. I’m not saying it was her fault or anything but…<br />
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We had little traditions like getting sweet tea (for her) and a Diet Coke with lemon and no ice (for me). I also would make smoothies for us from time to time. You should ask her sometime about the infamous “wheat germ” smoothie. That was something. I digress though.<br />
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<em>Ageless</em> listened to me throughout some of the worst years of my life. She listened more than she offered opinions although I know sometimes she wished she could shake some sense into me to take control of those things that I could control. Still, she always showed love and understanding, even when she wanted to intervene violently on my behalf.<br />
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I specifically remember the time that my home was robbed. It was a very curious event. The “robber(s)” entered with a key and only took all of my belongings including all my clothes, makeup, and those feminine products that are advertised with women only wearing white clothes. The “robber(s)” also took my journals that I had since I was a teenager which were hidden behind several other books. It was an interesting robbery. The police were pretty sure they knew who burglarized my home since none of the children’s belongings were taken, but could never prove it. Somehow, some things are never this person’s fault!<br />
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The next day, I went to work with the same exact clothes I had on the day before. Now, I am not a spiffy dresser like <em>Ageless</em> but she knew something was wrong. I shared my tale of nakedness and such and I could tell she once again wanted to intervene violently on my behalf. She is the kind of friend that suffers with you. She’s precious. Somewhere along the way, another coworker ran out and bought me a black sweater. It was lovely except for one thing – it shed a lot. For the next few days, I wore this sweater and left a trail of little black lint balls everywhere I went in the office. Thankfully for the vacuum cleaner, the insurance check came in and I could replace my clothes. Guess who agreed to go with me to the mall? Of course <em>Ageless</em> did! I think she did a better job than Stacey and Clinton on “What Not to Wear”.<br />
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It meant so much to me that she would take the time to do this for and with me. During this rough patch, her support and compassion helped me shed more than just that sweater. She helped me shed some negative thoughts and she helped me shed light on the person I really am. She even helped me shed my circumstances and take charge of the things I can control.<br />
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I can honestly attribute some of the successes I’ve enjoyed to her support and friendship. She helped me shed my shell of insecurity and embrace new ways to view and display myself without leaving a trail of little black anything behind.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>19. Law of God:</em></strong> No if salvation issue means I believe I can be saved by obeying them. The law is a written version, shall we say a temperament or character assessment of God. Why would I want to hurt God’s feelings after all He has done for me by purposely defying Him and ruining my life in the process? So yes, I believe that the Ten Commandments are still valid. Do I believe that I can be saved by keeping them? No. Do I believe I can be lost by breaking them? Possibly. I just don’t think Jesus likes to get slapped in the face. I don’t plan to murder anyone or lie or steal, so those are easy. I would say for me, taking the name Christian in vain probably has had the most effect. Some actions alienate me from Jesus, so those are salvation related.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>20. Sabbath:</em></strong> Maybe I’m dumb, but I’ve never understood why this is separate from the one above. Yes, I believe that the 7th day of the week known as Saturday is the actual day God ordained for us to rest from our labors; actually it was before that at Creation so we could have quality time. It’s so great. But I don’t believe keeping it will save me and I don’t believe it’s more special than the other commandments. Boy, I wish we would focus on “thou shalt not commit adultery” a little more. In this day and age, we also need emphasis on that one. I know it’s a point of contention especially as we get to the end of time and in particular with Rome’s influence on other Protestant churches observance as Sunday. I would go to church both days without feeling any guilt. But I like going to church and I like to be with people that praise and love the Lord every day of the week. Sabbath for some is such drudgery. Have some fun people. God wants to spend time with you and not that I want to speak for Him, but showing a little more enthusiasm about seeing Him would probably make Him happy. By the way, I totally believe in Sabbath preparation and doing only what’s necessary. Don’t label me yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>21. Stewardship:</em></strong> God doesn’t need our money but wants our heart. This is a personal issue. It may be a salvation issue for those that choose to rob God of what is rightfully His but I can’t say that’s the intent. I think there is a lot of confusion on this topic. For example, some feel that their time is the same as their money. I don’t know quite how to argue against that. I tithe, I do and I’ve seen miracles. Have I always been 100% faithful? I’m ashamed to say I’ve not been but God has treated me more like a daughter than like an IRS agent and I am thankful for that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>22. Christian Behavior:</em></strong> not a salvation issue to the extent that my behavior doesn’t smack Jesus in the face. I don’t believe that I would be lost if I wore earrings or makeup or painted my toe nails. I do wear makeup and I do paint my toe nails. Please don’t begin looking at my toes! If you do and think I’m going to Hades, please at least say so to me directly! I’ve never been fond of jewelry. I think it’s ridiculous how it’s okay to get a watch when you get engaged, oh, and wear it on your right wrist. The watch can cost $2k but as long as it’s not an engagement ring, it’s okay. It seems to me the modest $250 engagement ring is less offensive, but whatever! I don’t even have my ears pierced so…Tastes are so subjective. So if I’m blessed enough to find someone that will love me enough to want to marry me, and he gives me a ring, I will wear it. I guess after all the above, I may be dis-fellowshipped already, so maybe I don’t have to worry? j/k. I hope you still love me after this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>23. Marriage and the Family:</em></strong> Salvation depends on the Lord! Having a great family is gravy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>24. Christ's Ministry in the Heavenly Sanctuary:</em></strong> Absolutely a salvation issue. He makes intercession for me. And I bet several of you think I really need it. Seriously though, He is our Advocate and I am happy to accept Him as such. I need Him. I am confident in Him and that His sacrifice is enough. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>25. Second Coming of Christ:</strong></em> Christ will physically return with the entire world watching. He will resurrect the righteous of the dead and they and the righteous living will be taken to heaven. All others will die. The fulfillment of prophecy and the present condition of the world indicate that Christ's coming is imminent. I preface this by saying I whole heartedly believe that Christ’s second coming will not be in secret, and will be audible, visible, and known by all as the Bible says. However, I really don’t see someone understanding this differently as a salvation issue. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>26. Death and Resurrection: </em></strong>Because we sin, we must die. After death, we will sleep until Christ wakes and resurrects the righteous. Although I believe this, I don’t see someone’s different interpretation as a salvation issue. I’ve belonged to churches that won’t sing “I’ll Fly Away” because it could be misinterpreted but we sing “The Old Rugged Cross”. I don’t get that. In the latter, you can argue we are singing about the instrument and not the Savior. When I fall asleep in Jesus, I will have no sense of time; therefore my next thought is being with the Lord. I do however think it’s a little creepy to assign omnipresent prowess to relatives that have passed on. I will leave it at that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>27. Millennium and the End of Sin:</em></strong> The earth will be occupied not by Jesus, but by Satan for a thousand years. The dead will be judged and no humans shall survive. At the end of the millennium, Jesus and the angels will return to banish Satan and with fire cleanse the earth to remove all trace of sin. I guess by this time I’m safely saved so…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>28. New Earth:</em></strong> The redeemed will have an eternal and perfect dwelling with God, and will live without sin. This was part of the point. But we should remember the main point is eternal life with our Lord and Savior.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you stayed with me through the end, I look forward to your feedback. I am not looking to argue nor defend any position I presented here and it was not my intent to offend anyone. I don’t think our difference in denominations makes one more “Christian” than the other. We’re supposed to be Christians first, then…whatever. Should there even be a whatever?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you know me well, you know I equate most experiences with a song. I invite you to sing along with me the words to that simple yet AFLAC (you have to check out www.stuffchristianslike.net to understand that one) hymn, <em><strong>“O, How I love Jesus”</strong></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It sounds like music in my ear, the sweetest name on earth</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>O, how I love Jesus, O, how I love Jesus, O, how I love Jesus</strong></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Because He first loved me</strong></span></em><br />
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<em> </em><em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It tells me of a Savior’s love, who died to set me free</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It tells me of His precious blood, the sinner’s perfect plea</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It tells of One whose loving heart can feel my deepest woe</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who in each sorrow bears a part that none can bear below</span></em><br />
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After I stared into my fair (read pasty white) freckled face yesterday and finished considering what color eye shadow I was going to use to enhance my fabulous dark chocolate brown eyes, I got ready to put on my favorite (and only) powder foundation. Then – an event of epic and astronomical proportions such as never has occurred to anyone ever on earth: I realized I was out of my famous pink brand Ivory 2 powder foundation. <br />
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What do you imagine my reaction was? Do you imagine I shrugged my arms and thought, “No one will notice” and continued on, as Maureen says? INCORRECT. Do you imagine that I searched high and low for another type of foundation? NOPE, wrong again! Do you imagine that I opted for clown face instead therefore not necessitating famous pink brand Ivory 2 powder foundation? No…I did the most logical and sensible thing one does in such cases. I went directly to Facebook and posted the following on the wall of my famous pink brand make-up consultant. I guess we shall call her <strong><em>MKC</em></strong>-“<em>I have a makeup emergency! No more powder foundation =(</em>“ <br />
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Then I waited…well I couldn’t actually wait forever since I had to be at work so I guess then I went to work. While at work, I pondered on my “emergency”.<br />
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Regretfully I confess that this has not been my first “make-up emergency”. I have a feeling that you may be like me. Perhaps we’ve used words such as “astronomical, epic, life changing” for events that truly are of little consequence. We don’t appreciate the word “emergency” as we should. How many times in the last 18 months have we heard the ridiculous reports about someone calling <em>9-1-1</em> due to a minor slight such as not receiving the correct number of upside down W chicken nuggets? Is this what we’ve come to? Was calling <em>9-1-1</em> an option I neglected? I mean, I am rather scary without appropriate make-up and with all the talk of vampires and zombies, I certainly don’t want to be mistaken for one! <br />
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The unsuitable and exaggerated use of those words has desensitized us to their true meaning. Tsunamis, earthquakes, famines, droughts, our economy, death…those ARE events of astronomical and epic proportions. Being slightly pale for a couple of days, not so much. <br />
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I hope to remember that myself the next time I chip a nail, I get behind a car going the speed limit when I’m in a hurry, or I buy a teal pen by mistake instead of a turquoise one. I tell you, making up emergencies is truly exausting!<br />
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<strong><em>10. Experience of Salvation</em></strong>. Salvation issue. However, in my opinion, we Adventists are such joy kills to others on this point. Do we really have to fight over once saved always saved? The Christians, whatever denomination they are, that truly live in a constant state of knowing they are saved, loving God, serving others, are the happiest people I know. I’m more of a believer like the song “Savior please, keep saving me.” It was once and for all, wasn’t it? I hate playing semantics with this one. It makes people mad. Honestly, I can totally see why. It’s like we convince people Jesus is Mighty to save no matter what our transgressions and people are like “YES!” then we pull the carpet out from under them and say, “No, no, no, not so fast. Don’t be too sure. Did you do everything right yesterday. There you go. You can’t act too sure. Yes, He’s Mighty but you never know…”<br />
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<strong><em>11. Growing in Christ:</em></strong> Salvation issue but this is individual. Who can judge it? Baby steps to some may look like leaps and bounds to others. Yes, I said earlier there is evidence. And there is. But we have to continually allow the Holy Spirit to show us that evidence. Because we label so much or we expect so much, we don’t see. We end up impeding progress by our demands instead of letting Jesus work individually with others. Let’s pay more attention to ourselves on this point, shall we? We know. We know what the Lord is saying to our hearts. Let’s focus on that.<br />
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<strong><em>12. Church:</em></strong> Here I go. I’m actually not sure if I categorize this as a salvation issue or not. There are those that through persecution cannot meet together, there are those that have experienced toxic church situations but are still followers, there are those that are shut in. So can I say belonging to a church is a salvation issue, I can’t. Do I believe personally in the advantages of going to church? Absolutely. And I go, so that should speak more than my indecision. Ask me during the time of trouble.<br />
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<strong><em>13. Remnant and Its Mission:</em></strong> I don’t think this qualifies as either precisely. The remnant is composed of individuals that as moved and prompted, share the Good News with those that don’t know Jesus. I do have a problem with any denomination that claims to be the only one that has been called or does God’s work. I don’t get that, especially if remnant is what’s left and we are not at that point yet. Very, very, near, yes, but I have way too many brethren in other denominations to assign myself that label yet.<br />
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<strong><em>14. Unity in the Body of Christ:</em></strong> If we define salvation issue as something that helps us stay alive, then yes. Have you ever belonged to a church or home that’s divided? It’s rough. Our relationships with each other help mold us. Look up Ephesians 4:29 for my position on how we should treat each other.<br />
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<strong><em>15. Baptism:</em></strong> Yes and no. It’s kind of like this. If you have the opportunity and you are preparing for it but keep postponing it because it’s not convenient, then that’s a reason for some soul searching. It’s kind of like the couple that’s engaged for like 10 years and never gets married. What’s the point? Some people don’t get the opportunity therefore I can’t just say yes. <br />
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<strong><em>16. Lord's Supper:</em></strong> I have to say no. Anything that we measure or test people’s growth in before we allow them or they feel like they can participate, I have to say no to. I love communion, it’s a fantabulous time. I will NEVER say no to a party with Jesus. But it can become simply tradition so I have to say no.<br />
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<strong><em>17. Spiritual Gifts and Ministries:</em></strong> not using them or using them inappropriately is in my opinion an affront to God. However, sometimes this part becomes too works oriented so I have to say no. I say this because if I got hit by a train tomorrow and survived and could do nothing, I rest assured in my relationship with the Lord. Even if I could do nothing for Him, I would still be saved. <br />
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<em><strong>18. The Gift of Prophecy</strong>:</em> Here we go again. And sometimes as Adventists we forget the church’s actual position on her writings<em>.</em> <br />
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<em><strong>AFFIRMATIONS</strong> </em><br />
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<em>1. We believe that Scripture is the divinely revealed word of God and is inspired by the Holy Spirit. </em><br />
<em>2. We believe that the canon of Scripture is composed only of the sixty-six books of the Old and New Testaments. </em><br />
<em>3. We believe that Scripture is the foundation of faith and the final authority in all matters of doctrine and practice. </em><br />
<em>4. We believe that Scripture is the Word of God in human language. </em><br />
<em>5. We believe that Scripture teaches that the gift of prophecy will be manifest in the Christian church after New Testament times. </em><br />
<em>6. We believe that the ministry and writings of Ellen White were a manifestation of the gift of prophecy. </em><br />
<em>7. We believe that Ellen White was inspired by the Holy Spirit and that her writings, the product of that inspiration, are applicable and authoritative, especially to Seventh-day Adventists. </em><br />
<em>8. We believe that the purposes of the Ellen White writings include guidance in understanding the teaching of Scripture and application of these teachings, with prophetic urgency, to the spiritual and moral life. </em><br />
<em>9. We believe that the acceptance of the prophetic gift of Ellen White is important to the nurture and unity of the Seventh-day Adventist Church. </em><br />
<em>10. We believe that Ellen White's use of literary sources and assistants finds parallels in some of the writings of the Bible. </em><br />
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<strong><em>DENIALS</em></strong><br />
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<em>1. We do not believe that the quality or degree of inspiration in the writings of Ellen White is different from that of Scripture. </em><br />
<em>2. We do not believe that the writings of Ellen White are an addition to the canon of Sacred Scripture. </em><br />
<em>3. We do not believe that the writings of Ellen White function as the foundation and final authority of Christian faith as does Scripture. </em><br />
<em>4. We do not believe that the writings of Ellen White may be used as the basis of doctrine. </em><br />
<em>5. We do not believe that the study of the writings of Ellen White may be used to replace the study of Scripture. </em><br />
<em>6. We do not believe that Scripture can be understood only through the writings of Ellen White. </em><br />
<em>7. We do not believe that the writings of Ellen White exhaust the meaning of Scripture. </em><br />
<em>8. We do not believe that the writings of Ellen White are essential for the proclamation of the truths of Scripture to society at large. </em><br />
<em>9. We do not believe that the writings of Ellen White are the product of mere Christian piety. </em><br />
<em>10. We do not believe that Ellen White's use of literary sources and assistants negates the inspiration of her writings. </em><br />
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<em>We conclude, therefore, that a correct understanding of the inspiration and authority of the writings of Ellen White will avoid two extremes: (1) regarding these writings as functioning on a canonical level identical with Scripture, or (2) considering them as ordinary Christian literature. </em><br />
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You may check out the complete statement at http://www.whiteestate.org/issues/scripsda.html Replacing the Bible with Ellen White’s writings is definitely a salvation issue. She was a prophet. She is dead now. She left wonderful works. She is not God and not part of the Godhead. If we studied our Bibles more, we would not “need” her. It can be a crutch. It’s a salvation issue not in a good way.<br />
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<strong>TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR PART THREE AND FINAL THOUGHTS!</strong> <br />
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I wrote this last summer. I won’t provide all the boring and now not relevant background on what started it. Let’s just say someone thought I was not “Christianee” enough. You see, while I hold steadfastly to what I believe, and feel extremely comfortable not having to defend this, I measure, if measure is the right word, others’ relationship with the Lord based on the evidence in their life, and not on what they necessarily profess. If it’s real, it’s lived out loud. You can’t fake loving the Lord, and if you love the Lord, you don’t have to fake it. In my opinion, it’s impossible to hide it (check out Peter trying to deny Jesus successfully for an example). <br />
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I’ve often said that I became a Seventh Day Adventist first and later a Christian. What I mean by that is that it’s possible to profess by tradition, doctrinal regurgitation, and behavior, a faith that does not live up to what being a Christian encompasses. Being a follower of Jesus is more than observance, it’s more than tradition, it’s more than a denomination – it’s more than a label. <br />
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We like to label things. It begins when we are born. We get a name. If we’re lucky, our parents have enough sense not to name us something “unique” aka ridiculous. Then as we develop, other labels appear. Some are descriptors like happy, quirky, outgoing, reserved, quiet, extroverted, etc. Some are not nice like loser, ugly, pain, know-it-all, etc. Later as adults we get the fun ones, like liberal, conservative, anarchist, etc. Labels by design are descriptors that forewarn the audience of the content. The problem with labels as it relates to people is that people can’t be defined by one label, at least not usually. It’s the inclusivity of it all. We want to belong. The only label that I have accepted as my own is “Christian” since being labeled a Christian would be the biggest affirmation that Christ has changed my life. Asides from that one, I can do without labels. <br />
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My biggest issue with labels is that placing all-inclusive labels on people limits our healthy perception. For example, it’s not a secret that my face typically expresses my excitement. However, that doesn’t mean you know me if you don’t know how to interpret those faces. Partly because of my work, and partly because of my temperament (ENTP with ENTJ tendencies--I’m always one point away from either P or J; it’s weird, I know-- aka Choleric/Sanguine) I have trained myself to NOT make faces. So, although you may think you can typically guess how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking, you can’t. I have learned to be very guarded. An extrovert that is guarded is very strange, but I digress by labeling myself. We limit healthy perceptions of others by disregarding conditions and the Lord’s leading when we automatically assign a position or frame of mind to someone without asking them what they really believe or think. I believe this happens within denominations.<br />
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There are differences between denominations, this is true. Some differences are self imposed, many based on tradition, a few based on preferences, and others based on different interpretation of particular Bible teachings. With the exception of what may be included in the latter, most differences are not what I believe are salvation issues. A salvation issue (my words) is one that separates us from God, alienates us from a continuing relationship with Jesus, and interferes with the Holy Spirit’s sanctifying work in our lives. If it doesn’t do that, I don’t think it’s an issue worth fighting over. But that’s just me; feel free to disagree. <br />
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With that in mind, I wanted to go through our denominational beliefs or creed and give my take on them. I hope that, whatever denomination you are, you take the time to reflect on the same. You may surprise yourself with what you really think and remind yourself of what you should believe. Adventists hold 28 beliefs. When we are baptized, we attest to them all. I’ve yet to meet one that follows them all or believes 100% in each. Something about being human and God allowing us to make our minds up for ourselves…<br />
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My commentary on each is simply going to reflect whether I believe it’s a salvation issue or a non salvation issue and why. I am hoping I don’t get dis-fellowshipped after this, but I am simply being honest. <br />
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<strong><em>1.</em></strong> <strong><em>Holy Scriptures: The Holy Scriptures, Old and New Testaments, are the written infallible revelation of the will and Word of God.</em></strong> Absolutely a salvation issue. The Bible truly is God’s letter to us. Not only is Jesus revealed throughout, we can see history unfold via prophecy, and receive common sense everyday guidance on daily living topics like health, work, inter personal relationships, and so much more. If we don’t believe what the Bible has to say, then how can we believe God?<br />
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<strong><em>2. Trinity: There is one God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, a unity of three co-eternal Persons. God is immortal, omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient.</em></strong> Absolutely a salvation issue. I cannot fathom having a relationship with Jesus without believing that in conjunction with the Father and Holy Spirit, they made available the plan of salvation. <br />
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<strong><em>3. Father: God is the loving and merciful creator and ruler of all</em></strong>. Salvation issue. We were designed by God and He makes provision for us. I cannot imagine His Splendor. <br />
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<strong><em>4. Son: Jesus was conceived of the Holy Spirit and born of the virgin Mary. He lived to experience temptation and to be an example of the power and righteousness of God. Jesus will return to deliver salvation and order to all.</em></strong> Salvation issue. “No one comes to the Father except through the Son.” Jesus died for us, for me!!! Furthermore, He’s coming back for me soon. Talk about happily ever after and Prince Charming. There is something to that little girl’s longing for a hero to rescue her and carry her off to safety. Jesus is that and so much more.<br />
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<strong><em>5. Holy Spirit: Through the Holy Spirit, God inspired the writers of Scripture. The spirit gives us faith and conviction to share the goodness of God with our fellow man. </em></strong>Salvation issue. I don’t know how we could have victory without the Holy Spirit, the Comforter strengthening us. <br />
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<strong><em>6. Creation: God has created all things, and set aside the Sabbath as a day of rest in memory of the glory of the creation of the earth and man.</em></strong> Salvation issue. Well, at least the understanding that the Godhead created us in their image and wanted to spend time with us. You can’t have a relationship without spending time together, uninterrupted time. Yes, I am a quality time person so this one is essential for me.<br />
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<strong><em>7. Nature of Man: Man and woman were made in the image of God, and are blessed with a free will. We are imperfect, and are thus subject to suffering and death. God calls all to love one another and to care for all of creation.</em></strong> Salvation issue but reflected more in how we treat other people. We need to give people freedom, love, time, and truth for their development. That last part is courtesy of Dr. Tom McFarland. “They’ll know we are Christians by our love.”<br />
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<strong><em>8. Great Controversy: There is a great controversy between good and evil, between Christ and Satan. The rebellion provoked by Satan has led to sin and strife between us as well. Although tempted by Satan, man is guided and protected by the Holy Spirit and angels sent by Christ.</em></strong> Salvation issue. A basic understanding of this helps us understand why bad things happen to good people. We are therefore not resentful towards God and hence our relationship is stronger.<br />
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<strong><em>9. Life, Death, and Resurrection of Christ.</em></strong> Duh! Absolute salvation issue. His example leads me to be a better person in serving others, His death paid the penalty for my sin, and His resurrection sealed the possibility of my eternal life. That does sound selfish but considering He would have done it for just me (or just you), hey, I’m happy.<br />
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<strong><em>TUNE IN NEXT FRIDAY FOR PART TWO!</em></strong><br />
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This switching of sides for giggles and grins backfires from time to time. It’s difficult to prove yourself credible when people don’t know where you really stand on an issue. Although I enjoy a debate, it’s equally enjoyable to me for those I care about to know confidently what my important “isms” are. I am speaking of the “isms” that represent my philosophical, political, moral, and/or belief system.<br />
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I had such a backfire, or maybe it was a misfire, I am not sure, last night. All I know is that yesterday while watching episode five of “The Pacific” with Triple M, I began a ridiculous conversation about Military Recruiters and their hideous tactics. My main source of information in my very intellectual (read as misinformed) argument was Michael Moore. Yes, Michael Moore. The guy that dropped out of college, hates guns, will not appear on a wellness poster any time soon, and hates most “isms” that I deeply value, especially capitalism. That guy. That was my one and only source. <br />
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I tried to recover; I sure did. Triple M was gracious. He looked disturbed though and while attempting to understand what in the world I was trying to say got the Joe Friday, <em>“Just the facts, ma’am”</em> look on his face. My “recovery” included the wonderful phrase, “We can agree to disagree” except I really didn’t know what I was talking about. I think he forgave me. That or I shall find myself in the presence of his dad (who was drafted back in the day), in front of a podium at Triple M’s house to continue the debate while his dad observes and judges for credibility. <br />
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Thankfully, my spirits were lifted when I got home. I had a special parcel from Señorita! She sent me the most beautiful journal with a painting of dogs sitting on beach chairs. This reminded me of another time I didn’t know what I was talking about while searching for the beach (the kind surrounded by an ocean). I was misinformed and misguided on that particular trek, but eventually found the place I meant to find. Señorita also included the loveliest note. She made me sound like golden retriever puppies that smell of cotton candy and have bubbles surrounding them. <br />
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I am thankful for the agapism as shown by Señorita in her awesome note. I am thankful that Triple M puts up with my conceptualism even when it’s not filled with intellectualism and Michael Moore, boo you! I am all about capitalism. I’m writing <em>THAT</em> in my new journal!<br />
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