Archive for April, 2007
I haven’t written anything on my blog about the shootings at VA Tech last week for several reasons. The first, and most obvious, is that blogging seems to be taking a back burner to life these days. I’ve thought about it, I have thoughts to share, I just haven’t had the time to invest in something meaningful.
Another reason, is that I don’t get a lot of media. We don’t watch television. I rarely check the news online. I rarely hear the news on the radio. If something major happens, like this, I generally hear about it second hand from my husband, mother or sister. They keep me informed. I may then look up information on the topic. Call me ill-informed, but I usually hear about things late. I rarely have lots of intimate details. Mostly, I like it that way.
But, the main reason, would be that so many other bloggers, better bloggers, who have written meaningful things about it, have pretty much covered the story. Often from a perspective I’d rather like to adopt.
76 year old Professor Liviu Lebrescu was a sheepdog yesterday, giving his life to save his students. I honor him with all my heart. We can’t always know by looking who are the sheepdogs among us, but thank God they are there.
If ever anything needed to be turned upside down it is this tabloid reality tv mentality, in which we the viewers are treated like voyeurs who will gasp and gape at the most insensitive and irresponsible fare served up to us under the guise of keeping us informed. We know that it only takes one. If another individual goes on to copy this and wreak the destruction of several lives in a distorted quest for fame, will the media wash their hands behind the excuse that they just do what is in the public interest? When faced with these questions will they evade their part and query back like Pilate, “What is truth?”
**While you are checking out Catez’s blog, why don’t you hop on over and vote for her at the Blogger’s Choice Awards. I can’t think of a better candidate!
I wrote this post not long after Hurricane Katrina. It seemed our area was plagued with lovebugs (worse than usual) and I hypothesized that it was somehow related to the storm. I’m not sure if that was scientific or not, but I know this past September we didn’t have nearly the trouble with them….
Hope you enjoy.
I despise lovebugs.
Hideous, evil, horrid creatures!
If you live in the south you probably share my loathing for this annoying, wretched arthropod. Lovebugs plague this area every year in May and then again in September….
…but this year…this year…they seem to be worse than ever! At first, I thought it was just my house. I’ve only lived here since July, so I missed the May viewing of these perpeturally mating creatons. But I do know lovebugs are quite attracted to the color white (we learned this a few years ago at my good friend’s outdoor, May wedding!) and my house is very white…inside and out!
I am foreseeing two months out of every year dedicated to the destruction of these pests when my mother informs me that they are worse than ever at her house as well. Then I hear everyone else complaining about how excessive our lovebug problem has become this year. It seems that massive amounts of lovebugs have taken residence on/in everyone’s homes/vehicles.
Come to find out, this lovely little plague is just one more of the many blessings of Katrina. Somehow the storm has multiplied our usual problem to epic proportions. Thank you Katrina.
While slapping lovebugs away from my face I have to wonder about Pharoh and his hard heart. I really don’t understand him at all. After this month of sharing my dwelling with millions upon millions of creepy black creatures with bulging red eyes I feel as if I must be going through an Egyptian plague. I mean this plague alone would render me to take on the building of pyramids unaided just after I packed up thousands of slaves with whatever they needed to be on their way…
Or so I rather like to think. I mean, it’s pretty easy to point fingers and say I would have done things differently.
Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not taking up for Pharoh…I just want to examine how we humans are given chance after chance to make the right choice and how we seem to go through anything to keep from doing the right thing. I know I do anyway.
What is it about us that likes to act like we are in control. Or that we can handle things ourselves. We can handle a “little bit” of sin. We can control our own lives. We hang on with our teeth to our sin…grasping for contol while a plague free life awaits us if we just obey God’s commands!
How many times did God show Pharoh signs and wonders-and plagues-for him to only harden his heart and refuse to heed God’s warnings? What was so difficult about obedience? I mean it seems like the obvious solution would have been to obey and stop the plagues that basically ruined Egypt and hurt so many of Pharoh’s people.
Pharoh saw God’s representatives turn a staff to a snake…and his heart was hardened.
Yet Pharaoh’s heart was hardened, and he did not listen to them, as the LORD had said.
…and then there was the Nile turned to blood. Yet Pharoh’s heart was hardened again.
But the magicians of Egypt did the same with their secret arts; and Pharaoh’s heart was hardened, and he did not listen to them, as the LORD had said.
Then frogs. Everywhere. In ovens and beds… *shudder* And Pharoh’s heart is hardened…
But when Pharaoh saw that there was relief, he hardened his heart and did not listen to them, as the LORD had said.
And the lice. Ew. Yet Pharoh’s heart is hardened once again.
Then the magicians said to Pharaoh, ” This is the finger of God.” But Pharaoh’s heart was hardened, and he did not listen to them, as the LORD had said.
Has Pharoh given up yet? Is he willing to obey God? Or does he still cling to the idea that he can control things?
As if the lice were not bad enough! Now there are plagues of flies. And Pharoh still hardens his heart!
But Pharaoh hardened his heart this time also, and he did not let the people go.
Sounding like a broken record yet? Well, believe it or not its not over.
The next plague is against the cattle. They are all dying. And Pharoh still hardens his heart. He does not obey God.
Pharaoh sent, and behold, there was not even one of the livestock of Israel dead. But the heart of Pharaoh was hardened, and he did not let the people go.
And next the entire population of Egypt is covered with painful boils. Does Pharoh relent?
And the LORD hardened Pharaoh’s heart, and he did not listen to them, just as the LORD had spoken to Moses.
And hail and fire destroys the crops of Egypt. And Pharoh still refuses to obey God.
But when Pharaoh saw that the rain and the hail and the thunder had ceased, he sinned again and hardened his heart, he and his servants.
Pharaoh’s heart was hardened, and he did not let the sons of Israel go, just as the LORD had spoken through Moses.
Then the locusts come. If any crops survived the hail and fire…well, needless to say after the locusts the cannot be much left. And Pharoh, getting quite predictable now, still refuses to obey God.
But the LORD hardened Pharaoh’s heart, and he did not let the sons of Israel go.
Next is the plague of darkness. Darkness covers the land and the sun does not shine. And Pharoh still hardens his heart to God’s instruction.
But the LORD hardened Pharaoh’s heart, and he was not willing to let them go.
If Pharoh has hardened his heart to the destruction of his kingdom and his people, what is it going to take to get him to obey God’s command. What extreme will be next. I cannot help but wonder if Pharoh really thought all these plagues would stop. That if he could just survive one more that there would be no others. So far, he has hardened his heart to nine different plagues…none of them too terribly pleasant. Many causing the loss of homes, livlihood and even causing death. Did he really think the consequences would stop?
You would think he’d been given plenty warning that bad stuff was to follow disobedience to the one true God. Yet…he clenches his teeth and refuses to relent…only to have the last and most horrific plague follow because of his stubborn pride.
His son…his firstborn…his heir…is sacrificed for his disobedience. As well as the firstborn of everyone in his kingdom (those who did not obey God’s strict orders) including the livestock.
Now it came about at midnight that the LORD struck all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sat on his throne to the firstborn of the captive who was in the dungeon, and all the firstborn of cattle.
Pharaoh arose in the night, he and all his servants and all the Egyptians, and there was a great cry in Egypt, for there was no home where there was not someone dead.
…and all because Pharoh refused to obey.
I know I have a strong tendancy to be stubborn and disobedient. I don’t always follow God’s instructions. I want to do things Bethany’s way. And I repeatedly fall into sin…even when I know disobedience has consequences.
It seems that for some reason I think that this time I will be spared the consequences. Yet, that never happens. I finally relent. But I’m still faced with the consequences. I say, “Okay, God. I’ll do it your way.”
Then my heart is hardened and I fall into the same or similar sins. I hang on with my teeth to control of my life only to find it in complete chaos. In the midst of a terrible plague…one I could have prevented had I had the sense to obey God.
What is it about me, about us humans, that makes us want to sin-even when we know there are consequences?
I guess I feel like Paul.
For we know that the Law is spiritual, but I am of flesh, sold intobondage to sin.For what I am doing, I do not understand; for I am not practicing what I would like to do, but I am doing the very thing I hate. But if I do the very thing I do not want to do, I agree with the law, confessing that the Law is good. So now, no longer am I the one doing it, but sin which dwells in me. For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh; for the willing is present in me, but the doing of the good is not. For the good that I want, I do not do, but I practice the very evil that I do not want. But if I am doing the very thing I do not want, I am no longer the one doing it, but sin which dwells in me. I find then the principle that evil is present in me, the one who wants to do good. For I joyfully concur with the law of God in the inner man, but I see a different law in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin which is in my members. Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, on the one hand I myself with my mind am serving the law of God, but on the other, with my flesh the law of sin.
Thank goodness for God’s unending mercy and forgiveness.
Oh yes. I blame…Mopsy! Because of this post, which features her adorable baby and a t-shirt I’d like to own, my family has been hooked on YouTube Muppet clips!! For days now!! It’s been fun and annoying…since Muh-nuh-muh-nuh is stuck in the head of every family member except Rebekah.
I forgot how much fun the Swedish Chef is! This is our favorite!
Don’t you just love Animal?
What is your favorite Muppet memory?
Oh, and uh, thanks Mopsy. This has been fun!
I’m terribly proud of the fact that I have beautiful kids. Can you blame me? I mean, I know, that I really didn’t have that much to do with it…especially since the baby is the only one that really looks anything like me…but still…
They are gorgeous!!
It’s been done before. By every blogger in existence. It’s been done before by me! But I can’t resist. I. Must. Post. Weird. Google. Searches!!
Some of my most recent, strange Google searches include, but are not limited to, the following:
Cherry Pie picture photo fancy
Uh…okay. Whatever. I’m not sure what they were looking for.
L.M. Montgomery’s crazy husband
Did she have a crazy husband? I have no idea. I’ve never heard or read anything about her husband. I just always assumed he was dark, handsome, and artistic like Teddy Kent. How disappointing if that’s not the case. I guess I’ll have to Google this to find out.
Do snakes have legs?
I’m not sure I’ve ever answered this on my blog (although I do know how they got here) but in case anyone else ever needs to know, I’ll let you know. No. Snakes do not have legs. I’ve held many a snake and I used to be a science teacher. I know this.
Did snakes have legs?
Not sure on this one. I suppose it’s debatable. The curse on the snake in the garden sounds to me like the snake may not have slithered around on its belly before…I rather like to think it did have legs. But I’m not 100% sure.
For no particular reason
I guess they did this search for no particular reason…
pictures of who heartbeat the fast a kid or grownup
I think that is an advanced question. Wait until second grade and ask your teacher then. (That is, um…special.)
name of 7 foot weall at volkslauf
Once again, I feel unqualified to answer this. I guess I skipped class the day we learned this fascinating tidbit.
picture battered church bride
Now, I have recently posted a picture of a beautiful, gorgeous bride. Not battered though. Is this in reference to the Bride of Christ? Is this in reference to anything sane? I’m so confused!
listen to beautiful scandalous night
Do you think Google minds being bossed around like that? They didn’t even say please. (By the way, I did listen to Beautiful Scandalous Night. Great song!)
Thank you blogger. I really appreciate you changing, or not recognizing my password!! Argh!!
I, somehow, cannot comment on Blogger sites anymore. It doesn’t recognize my password. The password that I’ve used for everything for years. The one that I’m gonna be in trouble if someone finds it out because it’s the password to my gradebook, blog, email, tax information, and I even used it to schedule my college classes ages ago!!
For, it was stressed, that if you were serving in a way that did not make you happy, that you in fact dreaded, you were not serving in the way God wired you. I guess God had left a deficit of people with the gift of childcare in that large church and placed them all in some small church with little to no children.
Good stuff! Real good stuff.
And Laura, I left you a really great comment, telling you how wonderful your post was, but I guess Blogger was hungry and ate it!
Aren’t they a gorgeous couple?
Just playing at the park…
Around this time last year, I got all nostalgic and wrote one of my favorite posts! I thought I’d share it again, because, well, I’m too lazy to write anything new and just because I like it!
Hope you enjoy this old post called Home.
You know, I’ll always be a country girl. I have been my entire life. I grew up at the end of gravel roads…miles from the nearest “town”. And by town, I mean churches (well, this is the Bible Belt…we have a church for every third person!), school, a Piggly Wiggly, and a volunteer fire department.
I know all there is to know about honeysuckle, creeks, snapping turtles, tin roofs…
You’re talking to a girl who used to dress baby pigs up in baby doll clothes and play hide-and-seek in a corn field. I’ve tasted the honeysuckle and know that the tiny violets that grow in grass, wild onions, and seeds from pine cones are edible. Some of my earliest memories are from camping on creek banks and riding up and down the creek in my dad’s old green boat checking catfish lines.
My very earliest memory (my parents think I was about five months old) is of going to the creek to see some of my dad’s friends. They had caught the most enormous snapping turtle and had it tied to a stake on the creek bank. I remember my mother holding me tightly (she later confessed that the turtle made her nervous and she wanted to leave) and feeling afraid…but safe. This memory is completely in black and white and with no sound. Kinda weird, ya think?
When the song Boondocks came out by Little Big Town, I must say, I truly understood. It is the song of my life.
I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
And I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar
And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it’s still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing
It’s where I learned about living
It’s where I learned about love
It’s where I learned about working hard
and getting by with just enough
It’s where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that’s home to me
It feels like home to me
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks
You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the crawfish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning
Only we were more likely to play Hearts or Rummy on Saturday night! Ohhh…but that midnight train. I remember!
Even when we moved closer to “town” when I was in second grade, we still lived in the country. We still lived at the end of a gravel road. And we were in walking distance of not one, but two creeks. I grew up playing in the woods surrounding our house, wading in the smaller creek behind our house (even been known to do that on the coldest of December days…), and hiking to the larger creek across the road in front of our house to swim. We would have rope swings and log bridges to jump from. (My parents still live here…)
In high school, I went through a period of being a bit ashamed of coming from a small town and living in the country. It didn’t seem too terribly exciting. It seemed terribly glamorous to be able to say you were from New York City, LA, Chicago….or even Atlanta or Dallas….And words like redneck, hick and country bumpkin were never said with much admiration….
It seemed new students would come from all over and feel that they had been forced to live in the worst place in the world. Moving from a city to our small world must have been a shocker…(you can ask my husband about that! Raised in Tuscon and LA and then moving to Diamondhead, MS at the age of 16!) but I let it color my perspective of where I came from.
I must say that I’m way over that feeling now. I’ve been to many, many large cities. They are fun. They are exciting. But I will always be a county-girl at heart. My favorite places will be secluded places…with water and trees. I’ll always love a large yard, woods bursting with pine trees, a babbling, gurgling creek with their sandy bars lined with honeysuckle, gravel roads, barbed-wire fences, woodpiles, old barns, bullous vines (yummy)….
So, since I’ve moved to the city (Gulfport, MS…a small city by all standards but quite large enough for this country girl) and live by a busy four way stop where people love to drive through, squealing their breaks and blasting their radios at 2:00 in the morning (which I’ve finally gotten used to) I must admit, I’m not in such a bad situation.
You see…all these pictures were taken in my backyard.
There are not many places like this left in Gulfport. But fortunately, if I have to live in the city, God has seen fit to bless me with a place that still has a very open and country feel. Even if every plane flies right over my house before landing at the airport!
This is one of our favorite of Landon’s shirts. It says, “Chicks dig scrawny pale guys”. It cracks us up! If you are wondering, it looks better when not covered in snot.
It was a Christmas present from his Uncle David, who just so happens to be a scrawny pale guy himself!
Landon, this six year old angel/demon child is a piece of work. Last week, I bribed him into eating all his dinner by promising to teach him long division. He’s six. Math is his obsession.
Well, math, and slingshots, and disgusting, sugary, teeth eating candy. And baseball, and soccer, and basketball, and the stick thing. You know, the male stick thing. Picking up sticks, pretending they are swords, poking trees with them, throwing them…whatever. If it involves sticks it’s gotta be cool.
It doesn’t take much to make this kid happy. He’s on the brink of giddiness most of the time. His Uncle David (the one who gave him the goofy shirt) makes him lose his mind completely. Whenever he sees him, he begins shaking and giggling, and loses the ability to speak. Which is a feat…since his mouth is usually going 90 miles per hour.
He’s a handful. I’ll admit. He and one of the neighbor boys had a contest to see who could smash the biggest hole in the landlords shed with a sledgehammer. Landon won. Yikes! He’s not the most well-behaved kid at school and has been known to yell and scream theological disagreements in the cafeteria (I promise this is not made up! His dad had a difficult time fussing at him for this one!)
But he’s a sweetie…even if I’m a little uncomfortable with his interest in girls at such a young age, and I sometimes wish he didn’t break everything he came into contact with, and his inability to use Kleenex drives me insane (although he’s obsessed with brushing his teeth…I don’t get it). He’s charming, and friendly, and handsome, and neurotic, and wild, and carefree, and popular, and impulsive, and perfectly boyish.
That’s my Landon!