Archive for April, 2010

28
Apr

Weaknesses are not signs of holiness

   Posted by: Tamra    in Spiritual

Boundaries and personal limitations are a good thing.

Choosing to abstain from or moderate certain things (sex, certain foods, movies, alcohol, certain kinds of relationships or friendships, certain attachments, etc) is not only good, it is sometimes needful.

Let’s also remember why we have restrictions in the first place, which is that we are sinners who recognize our natural inclination to sin.

It’s ironic that we begin with recognizing a weakness in an area, are convicted to forgo something to guard against sinning in that area, and then over time, suddenly see our act of refraining as a mark of holiness.

The biggest problem with that is then we believe others should also avoid whatever it is we are avoiding, because our twisted minds turn our propensity of weakness in that area into a personal particular strength.

It would be funny if it wasn’t so damaging.

While we should always be checking ourselves and guarding against apathetic acceptance of potentially detrimental activities, there is no higher virtue through shunning things that are not evil in and of themselves.

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27
Apr

You’re not a foot, and I’m not a hand

   Posted by: Tamra    in Spiritual

We talk about how we as Christians are the body of Christ.

We know it, we understand, we preach it, we live it.  And then we do something weird.

We forget it.

If we’re a hand, we do all the things that a hand was designed to do.  Maybe we’re especially gifted to help those who are suffering and downtrodden, and we find great blessing in doing what we are called to do in a way that we are called to do it.

But then we look at a foot and think, why aren’t they doing what I’m doing and in the way I’m doing it?  Can’t they see that there’s fruit in this?  Just think of all that could be accomplished if they did it, too!

Um, what good would it do anyone to have 387 hands and no feet?  Especially if a large percentage of the hands weren’t really hands, but feet and ears and veins trying to do the work of hands?

Robb and I love to have people of all kinds in our home.  We enjoy being a part of the community and getting to know people of all beliefs, worldviews and backgrounds.  We find it easy to develop friendships with people who are very different from ourselves.

What this doesn‘t mean is that we only have people over for Bible studies and prayer, that we only attend Christian events, and that we focus exclusively on fellow believers.

While we don’t hesitate to speak truth where applicable and needed, our focus tends to primarily be on living honorable and honest lives, developing relationships and just having a regular, meaningful presence.

But I don’t expect everyone else to follow suit.

We need people who preach and teach inside the church.  We need people to proclaim the Gospel outside of the church.  We need people who are willing to counsel.  We need those who focus on serving the needy, some who focus on business, others who participate in the arts.

On a personal note, as a woman who is okay with having a variety of people in my home on a daily basis, I would also be wrong to presume that all other women should do the same.  As a couple who loves being out and about, we would be erroneous to expect everyone else to conform to that standard.

No part or function is more or less important or needed than another.

May we appreciate and give grace to all who are of the body.

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26
Apr

guilt by association

   Posted by: Tamra    in Outside the box

When confronted with a general truth that is uncomfortable, why do we feel the need to bring up the exception?  Is it that painful to face something head on?

If it doesn’t apply to us, then it shouldn’t be a big deal.  Consider it a good thing and move on.

If it is something we should take to heart, then let’s do it willingly.  Be honest enough with ourselves and others to do the hard, ugly work of self-examination and change.

And then there’s the reflex so many of us have whenever we hear of someone doing something good.  Something self-sacrificial.  Something amazing.  Instead of admiring, encouraging, and learning from their example, we take the guilt or conviction that we feel to be condemnation.  And usually, the only way we know how to deal with perceived condemnation is to justify ourselves and begin explaining why we aren’t doing this or how we can’t do that.

Or, even worse, we begin to pick apart the person who is, in essence, causing these difficult feelings.  We’re too afraid to admit that maybe we’re lacking or lazy or too self-indulgent or apathetic or whatever, and instead we choose to act like that person is judging us, simply because they are living life.

I don’t know why this is so.  Is it primarily an American mindset?  Something that the past few generations began to feel as we’ve felt more and more entitled to a life of “ME”?  We think we deserve everything and anything we want, and woe to anyone who tries to rain on our parade.  How dare they choose to live differently, to refrain from indulgence like the rest of us?!

Or maybe it’s just because we have come to love mediocrity.  We just want to be happy.  We love contentment.  And when we desire that above all else, we will fight to the death to preserve it, whatever the cost.  It doesn’t bode well for our little happy place to be challenged by the lives of people who don’t worship personal satisfaction.

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23
Apr

Religion - we love it, we hate it

   Posted by: Tamra    in Spiritual

The other day I wrote about the difference between religion and the gospel.

I hate religion.

It has caused terrible misunderstandings, lists of impossible rules, cruelty, extreme guilt due to never being able to measure up, and on and on.  Tragedies of untold proportions.

But some of us love religion.

Believing that we can earn a ticket to heaven by doing certain things can give a false sense of security.  We think, hey, if I just do x, y, and z, I’m all good!  So we fill in our little checklist and then live life however the heck we want.   There is no need for real relationship with Christ that is evident by a transformed life.

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22
Apr

Ditto. I cannot even imagine that.

   Posted by: Tamra    in parenting

It was an interesting phone conversation, to say the least.

“Six children?!” she gasped.  “I cannot even imagine that.  I have enough trouble taking care of my cats!”

She went on to tell me about her three cats, one of which she recently began “fostering”.  They don’t get along well and their likely “troubled past” means that this one has to eat at this time, and these two have to eat this kind of food, and they can’t be in that room, and these two can’t be together, and oops, it’s time for this one’s medicine, and this one cries all night, and…

I just listened.

Three cats.

Three.

Cats.

Lord, help us.

I’m not hating on animals.  I’m not even hating on people who love animals.  But, really.  Really?!

For two years I had about 30 hens and 40+ goats.  There were days when I would spend an entire day helping mama goats birth babies, feed baby goats, milking goats, feeding goats…

And yet, even that could not even begin to compare to the exhilarating, exhausting, frustrating, and all-encompassing act of nurturing just one child.

And, um, just one more thing.

Animals, any animal, no matter how adorable, are not babies. Love on them, take pictures of them, whatever you want, but you are not their parent.  They are not your child.

It’s like telling a fireman about the match you lit the other day and then blew out.

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21
Apr

adoption/foster process update

   Posted by: Tamra    in Adoption

We are nine hours into the 27 hour foster parent licensing classes.

Each week, we sit for three hours and listen to someone read from the Department of Human Services rules and guidelines books.

Fascinating stuff.  Here’s just one example of the riveting material.

“Substantial noncompliance” means repeated violation of the act or an administrative rule promulgated under the act, or noncompliance with the act, a rule promulgated under the act, or the terms of a license that jeopardized the health, safety, care, treatment, maintenance, or supervision of individuals receiving services or, in the case of an applicant, individuals who may receive services.

You want me to continue, don’t you.

Unfortunately, only a small portion of time is spent listening to someone read a booklet aloud.  It seems the main purpose of the class is a platform for the instructor to share anecdotes and state personal opinion as fact.

It brings back a lot of memories of high school and college, when a teacher would use their position of authority and the fact they had a captive audience to blab their viewpoints as if it were undeniable truths, unimpeded by the apathy or unquestioning acceptance of  their students.

Hey, obviously I have nothing against vocalizing one’s particular personal beliefs and thoughts, if it is acknowledged that they are just that - personal beliefs and thoughts.

That’s what blogs are for, not classrooms.  Ha.

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20
Apr

religion vs. the gospel

   Posted by: Tamra    in Spiritual

I recently witnessed a Christian being attacked for openly living out their faith because, as the accuser put it, the Christian had a wild past and had “practically invented sin.”

And there it is.  One of the most common misconceptions about Christianity.

There’s a frequent misunderstanding that those who are seeking to live Christ-like think they are better than other people, and make no mistakes.  That couldn’t be further from the truth.

A true Christian actually acknowledges that they goof up, hurt people, and offend often, because they are full of sin.  They understand that they are not good people and desperately need a Savior.

Bringing up their past is irrelevant, because they trust that there is now no condemnation since they have been forgiven and cleansed through the blood of Jesus.  If anything, a dark past only gives them a greater thankfulness for the saving mercy that they did not deserve but joyfully trust in.

And that is the Gospel.  That Jesus came to save sinners (and all Christians are sinners) by atoning for their sin through his own death and resurrection.

But you can’t blame people for not understanding the Gospel.  Because Christians are known for getting it mixed up themselves.

See, once one has received grace, which is totally unmerited, the natural inclination is to turn thankfulness into a checklist of service.  Oh, there is definitely some changes that occur when one is truly saved, as they become transformed.  A new person.  I’m not denying that.

What I’m talking about is confusing the Spirit’s fruits and resulting good works with our need to measure up.  We forget it’s impossible to measure up.  We forget that our even our righteous deeds are filthy, disgusting rags that God absolutely cannot accept.

We actually think we can please God in and of ourselves.

So we do ridiculous things to pass muster and then, unbelievably, start to think that everyone else should be doing them too.  We turn good convictions into law, even where God did not make law.  If I style my hair like this, or don’t wear that, or go to church here, or don’t meet there, or don’t drink that, or always do this, or never do that… and how on earth could they do this, and don’t they know they’re not supposed to do that?

And that is religion.  It is ugly.  It is more than ugly.  It is deadly.  It is the enemy of the Gospel.  Because it’s saying that Jesus’ perfect life and torturous, willing death, and miraculous life-giving resurrection isn’t enough. I also have to do a, b, and c and make sure that you also do x, y, z.

The Gospel is life.  Don’t confuse religion with the Gospel.  You not only risk misunderstanding why people who love Jesus also love talking about him, you also risk looking like an idiot as you tack your cute little rule list to the cross next to Jesus’ outstretched arms.

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For those interested in the house updates…

I’ve been working on the backyard whenever it’s been warm (and dry) enough.  It didn’t even get close to finished last year since 1) I focused mainly on the front yard and 2)  Any time I did spend back there was usually spent ripping overgrown brush and dead bushes out before there was any chance of putting anything in.

Here are the before pictures.

This is by the shed. The broken concrete led to a handy dandy gas grill, complete with wasp nest.

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To the right a little, with more broken up concrete.

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And, moving further to the right. Notice the lovely (broken) air conditioner unit hidden behind the (ugly) fence section.

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And even more to the right..

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Beautiful.

Now, the after pics. I used the unbroken cement squares and made a checkerboard pattern. Weird, but the kids like it.

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I extended the bed to go all around the tree.

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Late last fall, the Green Stewards guys got rid of the air conditioner unit and put in the patio and little walkways. I’m wanting to plant espaliered apple trees along the brick wall.  I’m also thinking I’ll plant tomatoes and peppers under the windows, or maybe bush cucumbers, since it gets lots of afternoon sun there.  I can envision containers of strawberries too.

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We found tons of patio stone and bricks half buried and covered by grass, brush and ground cover. I reshaped the beds (managing to save some groundcover) and re-laid a small patio edged with the found bricks. On the center stone, I want a fountain. I left some dirt to plant flowers or something around the fountain, again using leaf compost to build up the soil.

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We were at a restaurant, waiting to be seated.

The hostess seated a group of people, which opened some spaces on the booth at the entrance waiting area.  A couple  immediately claimed the seats for their two children, even though there were elderly people left standing.

Later, another couple came in.  A seat a little further away was open, and they spent five minutes coaxing their young daughter to sit there while they waited for a table, even though she seemed perfectly content, even seemed to prefer, to stand with her parents.

What I want to know is

Am I the only one who thinks this is strange??

Since when do children, who don’t even like to sit very long, have first dibs on a seat, even over elderly people?  Kids have enough energy and stamina to ride bikes all afternoon or jump on the trampoline for hours, but they can’t stand for 10 minutes?

We have such weird ideas about children in this country.  We coddle them and dumb everything down, from insisting on a crappy children’s menu for our little darlings (that is full of fried, mono-colored food) to slathering everything they “own” with cartoon characters.

Oh, but that means we love children, right?  Our culture is just embracing childhood, right?  Hm.

Then why don’t we want them around?  Instead of truly including them in our lives, we fill their time with activities and events separate from us.  Pretty much everything a family could do together, from learning anything to our time at church, we reflexively follow a pattern in which we are disconnected and disengaged.  Oh, we call it something happy and cheery sounding so that we can feel like we’re doing a really great thing for them, but really, we just want a break.  Throw in some bright colors and annoying music, and wow, now we’ve really soothed our conscience.  Because doggone it, look at how much we cherish our children.

It’s as if we think that for children to have fun, they need to be doing something mindless.  Think about it.  When they’re babies, they absolutely love “helping”.  Give them a broom or a damp rag, and they’re entertained.  Children absolutely thrill at the opportunity to follow mommy and daddy, copying everything they do.  Heck, kids even love playing with a cardboard box.

The ironic thing is, even before children are interested, the majority of parents already begin to make the world of thoughtless foolishness mandatory by pushing their children away so they can “get something done” and, in the hopes of holding their children’s attention span longer, filling their day with plastic junk.

I remember the first time I lay my first child under one of those infant play centers.  It played music and flashed colored lights, supposedly to keep my baby entertained.  I lay him down, placed it over him and turned it on.  He stared at it with huge eyes for a few seconds, then promptly began screaming.  Sensory overload, much?

People who travel to other countries come to realize how odd it really is here.  Take Sweden, for example.  They don’t have state of the art playgrounds and most of the schoolyards don’t even have a fence.  But they acknowledge the need for open play.  That’s imaginative, child-led play.  They embrace the inherent ways children learn and grow, and seek to nurture that in the way they educate and plan a child’s day.

It’s a crazy concept for us here, where children begin organized sports at three years old and where we wouldn’t think of allowing Precious to play without rubber mulch to cushion her fall.  An elementary school teacher recently told me her students only have half an hour recess.  Per week.  Indoors.  It’s heartbreaking!

I read with interest a recent parenting article that suggested moms could make Spring Break spent at home an opportunity to teach their children life skills.  Things like sorting laundry, loading the dishwasher, and gardening were cited as excellent ways to bond while learning something beneficial.  I completely agree, but find it sad that such an idea is considered innovative.  More disheartening are the comments that follow such a recommendation, as parents lament the fact that their kids “would never” participate in such activities, or would complain the entire time.

Really?  May I just suggest we are raising a generation of brats?

And then there’s all the stuff.  Just looking at the crap toys we have for children can drive a parent mad.  I was reminded of the tragedy that is our country’s toy stores when I recently tried finding a couple big trucks that didn’t make noise and a doll stroller that was a normal color.  (As in, not fluorescent pink.)  I walked out of the store empty-handed.  The aisles are loaded with television character action figures, Disney junk and video games.  Anything that requires imagination, or is made from a natural material, or at least isn’t colored a sickly color, is lost on a back shelf or nonexistent.  Thank goodness for online shopping, the saving grace of weird parents.

Bottom line - I am bewildered by the general parenting trends.  On one hand we expect ridiculously too much from our children.  We eventually view the erroneous conclusions of a horrid misunderstanding of children’s needs as normal, even necessary.  Things like eight hour school days for young children, majority of time spent indoors, more intense “education” and “socialization” at an increasingly younger age, and pushing infants to function independently.

On the other hand we then mollycoddle them, even despite our better judgment, in a misguided effort to make them “happy”.  Flavored milk and endless snacks devoid of nutrition , way too much television and video games, and minimal chores are par for the course.

Hey, I’m the last to claim I have this parenting gig figured out.  Maybe I’m way off.  Could it be I’m making a grave mistake by expecting my children to be more than consumers?

Maybe it’d be better to baby them endlessly by waiting on them hand and foot and fulfilling their every whim, turning them into such whiny brats that we ship them off every chance we get just to get a little peace and quiet.

You can tell it’s working quite well by the vast numbers of thankful, appreciative teenagers it’s producing.

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6
Apr

And so it goes

   Posted by: Tamra    in Adoption

Here’s an adoption/foster update..

Um, nothing.  Well, that’s not exactly true.  Nothing on the part of Department of Human Services (DHS).

I think this may be a pattern.

So, after I received the “packet”  (the sarcastic quotations explained in this first adoption related post) I’ve called the Genesee County Foster Care Recruitment Specialist five different times since March 29th.  She, who shall be hereby referred to as Ms. Industrious *cough* has never answered the phone.  So I have left five messages, explaining that I have some specific questions and also that I want to register for the required foster training classes, which start this Wednesday.

I have never heard from her.

So finally I called the main DHS number.  I stopped counting after 23 rings, and eventually someone picked up.  I explained what I needed, and they gave me a different number to call.

I called the new number as directed, and they gave me yet a different number to call.

So I called that number.  This woman said she may be able to help me, but she was in the middle of something and would call me back.  She, who shall hereby be referred to as Ms. Diligent *cough, cough* sounded half asleep and I, hesitant to end a call with someone who could actually assist me, said that I just had a few quick questions.  She simply answered that she would call me back in 30 minutes.

I waited an hour and a half, with (surprise, surprise) no call from her.  I called her office again, only to reach her voice mail.  So I left a message.

Here we go again.

*Update:  After leaving yet another voice mail for Ms. Industrious, I was able to speak with Ms. Diligent this morning.  Yay!  She answered all of my questions very patiently and sweetly, and assured me that it was fine to show up for the classes despite no confirmation letter.  So, tomorrow we begin the PRIDE classes that are required for fostering.

Oh, a funny thing.  I learned that Ms. Industrious teaches the PRIDE classes.  Think she’ll recognize my name from all the voice mails I’ve left? :)

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