Taking a stand.

I am posting this (below) directly from a Worldnet Daily Article – you can read the rest there.  I am, and — you should — if at all possible, take a stand.  I don’t very often make the bold statement to boycott things/companies — companies like McDonald’s who, for example, for personal – anti family – gain, exploit families through their seeming “family friendly” restaurants, cheap meals and trinkets that trap parents and children and entice them to buy into or even to simply accept behaviours, movies, entertainment, clothing, toys and other consumer goods that are absolutely contrary to moral or godly living.

I don’t watch many theater movies and I don’t usually care much about what’s going on in the world of movies or Hollywood or all that jazz — and know I am  probably pushing the envelope here — by simply bringing all this up today — but as a mother of girls of many ages and as a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, the “mainstream” presentation of two movies “that feature pedophilia” is totally over the top and is an egregious, reprehensible outrage. The innocence and purity of little girls — the obligation of society to guard the young — the sensibilities and morality of our society is at stake here.   Our sick, sick societal norms are plummeting to new depths with these —mainstream— movies.  I am not ignorant to the existence of the multi-billion dollar pornography mill and am not shocked or surprised that this sort of vile garbage exists.

Hate, Not Love, Tolerates Evil

quotebegin.gifBy Bob Unruh
© 2008 WorldNetDaily

quotebegin.gifThe founder of Movieguide, a top film-rating organization in Hollywood, is joining a growing call for a boycott of two new movies that feature pedophilia, warning of the dangers that come with themes involving sex with children.

“These despicable movies promote pedophilia, whether intentionally or unintentionally,” said Ted Baehr, who’s well known for his Christian Film & Television Commission work. “There should be a massive public outcry against them. The inclusion of children in sexually explicit films is inappropriate. There also is no excuse for the authorities to allow such material to be shown publicly.”

Baehr cited “Hounddog,” a movie featuring a scene portraying the rape of actress Dakota Fanning, filmed when she was 12, and “Towelhead,” which features 18-year-old actress Summer Bishil playing a 13-year-old Arab-American girl who portrays a “sexual obsession,” experiences “grooming” and other scenes.

“We’ve got to have communities rescue these children. Where’s the sense of shame, outrage, the sense of saying, ‘We’re not going to let this happen,” Baehr told WND. “We cannot do this anymore.”

“The thing we need to do is avoid it,” he said. “These people need to be stopped.”

 

Baehr is joined in the boycott call by a pro-family organization in North Carolina, the state where much of the “Hounddog” movie featuring Fanning’s “rape” was filmed.

quotebegin.gifUnder the headline “Child Pornography is Going Mainstream,” on the website of the Concerned Women for America, Donna Miller, a chapter leader in the Fayetteville, N.C., area and director of the No More Child Porn Campaign, also said those who are concerned by the film’s representation by Fanning of “a 9-year-old that is raped by a man in his late teens, after he tricks her into dancing naked,” should protest to authorities.  

THE ENTIRE WND article HERE

What’s for dinner? And more questions.

teacuppamela.pngEvery day… every day… day after day, there’s the dilemma:  what’s for dinner? Or… for many, the daily questions are more like: What’s for breakfast? When’s coffee? What’s for lunch? What’s for snack? What’s for dinner? Where’s the chocolate for me?

Here are a few dinner recipes and you might also want to print up a couple of these… “Dozens of Dinners” dinner ideas and a page of “Bunches of Lunches” lunch ideas I wrote up for a cookbook a long time ago.

As an aid for the kitchen sink ponderings as to what to have for dinner, I posted these pages on our website several years ago so that women could print them out and tape them to the inside of the kitchen cabinet near the sink.   For most all my homemaking years I have had lists, recipes, notes and photographs on the inside of the doors of my kitchen cabinets so that I will have ‘ready reminders’ of what to fix (lists of meals), how to fix (recipes & notes), and why to fix them (photographs of people I love) — for lunches and dinners and other meals.

Bon appetit!

Hey… and remember those chickens we butchered a few weeks ago?  Well… the cool thing we used for “plucking” or defeathering them was a Whizbang chicken plucker – just like the one shown here at The Deliberate Agrarian!  The first plunging of the chicken into the boiling water and into the Whizbang plucker was stomach-churning. Really.  After the first one, the rest were easier (sort of).  And I don’t know when  if I could ever do the neck slicing deal – you know.  I would say that the best way to do the chicken butchering job is to share it (and the equipment) with friends.  Well… that’s probably the only way I would could do it.

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Have I done a-n-y-thing… really?

teacuppamela.png Have you ever asked that question?  Have you ever been in a valley and wondered what in the world you’ve accomplished in life – or if the things you’ve done have any lasting value?

As I was praying and going to sleep the other night, I asked the LORD about the value of time and accomplishments to this point in my life.  I wondered: have I done anything — really?

Well, interestingly enough — and I don’t consider it a fluke by any means — my busy-as-a-bee, Hannah, was ordering up our storage closet in the attic and she came across many ‘treasures’ and, yes, other things, too.  Among the ‘treasures’ she set out in the hallway for me to look through were several boxes of photographs, letters, cards, artwork, journals and an old Bible.  Contained in the boxes were answers to my ponderings.

Some of those boxes hadn’t been opened in ten years.  As Naomi tried on my wedding dress and as beautiful Kathryn tried on my veil, I marveled that I began making that dress 31 years ago and, thus, sort of began my journey to home & family at that time, too.   I marveled that the little dress holds such fascination each time a little girl of mine sees it and then I know the next question will be if it can be tried on and have a picture taken. My bridal bouquet – though not properly dried, still looks sweet to me.

In those boxes were piles of childrens’ papers, photos of hundreds of days gone by, awards, a plaster of paris handprint mold of a hand of a three year old — that two year old is now twenty-nine and has children of his own.  In those boxes were letters and cards commemorating birthdays, mother’s days, births of children, gifts given and many more “accomplishments.”  There were childrens’ clothes and little gifts I couldn’t part with.

In the photos I saw my younger self… at the beach with different children… at home celebrating different milestones, birthdays, newborn’s and children at play.  There were photos of funny faces and skinned noses and knees… photos of parents the age I am now.  I looked carefully at the background of some of the photos: the homes we’ve lived in and the decorations – both familiar and forgotten.  I smiled at the messes in some and marveled at the order in many.  I miss some of the furnishings, blankets and flowers I see in the photos.  I realized I had made up the charts and schedules I saw on walls in the photos, and I sewed most of the dresses on the little girls and many of the curtains, valances, aprons, tablecloths and placemats… I nursed and diapered and bathed the babies, watered the plants, arranged and rearranged the furniture, decorated the cakes and pushed the swings I saw in the photos.

I read journal accounts and prayers for the children I saw in the photographs and could almost hear their little voices as I sat in the hallway yesterday looking at all the memories I held in my lap.  Hundreds of photos sparked many more memories. They’ve stayed with me through the night and into this day…

I wondered how all that could have been accomplished in such a short time — for it really doesn’t seem possible that this much time has passed already.  But it has passed and it has passed so quickly.  In just a very short time, life’s been going by.

I came across a little bag in a plastic bag.  On the bag was written: “John & Laurie’s wedding (and in all caps) SAVE (underlined).”  Curious, I opened the little bag and found a couple of imprinted napkins: John and Laurie – June  30, 1990; also in the bag was a (used) plate and fork from the wedding cake; a receipt from the Tux Shop; the little box the tuxedo shirt cuff-links came in, and there were several little gold rings that were tied in the teal ribbon around the tulle sachets of birdseed — I know this bcz one of the circles of tulle was still completely intact with the birdseed and little gold rings and another wasn’t.  That boy was so sentimental – he saved everything.  And yesterday, I was so glad I had saved some of his “everything” when he moved away from home when he got married ten years ago.

Well, that precious couple… the John and Laurie whose wedding memories I held in my hands yesterday… have remained such a blessing to me, in June I had the unbelievable privilege of assisting John helping Laurie in the birth of their 6th child (the midwife didn’t arrive until quite awhile after the birth).  That’s a story for another day — I realize I haven’t written about that marvelous event (and so many more things).

Anyway, to close for today and leave some for tomorrow… I guess the LORD answered  my question — and it sure was in a gentle way.

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Best Canning-Freezing-Preserving-Dehydrating Site

teacuppamela.png I’m in the midst of canning, canning, canning… and I needed some pickle info… and so looked around and found my answer. Wow!  What a great site I discovered.  It’s full of many, many helps, illustrations, photos, recipes, tips and more.  Here it is: pickyourown.org !  I think you’ll be so pleased  – and if you’ve been looking for food preserving “how-to’s” and recipes, then this is the site for you!

I particularly like that site bcz if there’s any question as to the type or appearance of the fruit or vegetable, there are *many* photos and illustrations!  Go ahead… take a look — you’ll be pleased!

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Standing on the shore…

stbx.jpgI’m standing on the shore watching the tide roll in and wash out again. Day after day, over and over and over it rolls.  Day after day more things are washed up on the beach, more things are uncovered at the water rushes back out to sea leaving the exposed shells and seaweed on the wet sand.  Little urchins burrow down and take cover in the wet sand.  Over and over the water flows… sand fleas, clams and other shells, starfish — occasionally a beautiful sand dollar is left sparkling in the sun.  What delight, what a prize each one is… now, something for everyone!

A beautiful boat sails by and I look up and observe that it’s severely listing first to the left and then to the right and seems as though it will capsize from all the people hurrying en masse to one side and then to the other.  Few seem to be questioning whether or not the boat is even going in the right direction.

I’ve been standing on the beach… occasionally pacing back and forth… should I wade into the rolling waters or just stand here observing the tide aware of the chilly wet sand beneath my feet? Should I just jump in and ride the waves?  I mean, it seems like everyone’s getting in the water… it must be alright… everyone’s doing it!  O, wait, maybe I ought to just swim out to the boat and climb aboard and join the crowd there.

Nah… I think I’ll just stand here on the shoreline and eat bread and watch the waves and soak in the son a little while longer.

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the hard wooden chair

teacuppamela.pngI have, on several recent occasions, had opportunity to feel the effects of sitting long on a hard wooden chair.  And, I suppose, the more difficult part of sitting on that chair has been to sit there and quietly observe the conversation at the table.  I’m not sure if I can sit there quietly bcz I have had increasing experience sitting there or if incredulity keeps me quiet.  I know that a slack jaw keeps me quiet on a whole bunch of things — such as the sitting in stunned silence at the progression of the erosion of faith in the church.

So, the hard wooden chair…

I’ve sat listening to various arguments and comments extolling the virtues of a presidential candidate and the flaws and short comings of the other.  I’ve listened to convictions, preconceptions and misconceptions and insinuations in discussions about qualifications, abilities, attributes, inexperience, successes, incompetency and a whole lot more concerning the various presidential candidates.  I cannot count the number of times I listen and come to the exact opposite conclusion to the one sitting across the table. I shift on my chair… the firmness beneath me seems to increase and I wonder how long I will sit there quietly… quietly observing a conversation.  Occasionally I muster courage to comment – occasionally I simply cannot refrain from a more lengthy observation.

Usually, though, it’s just plain easier to nod and smile — not in agreement — but as a form of self preservation. O, sure there’s tremendous temptation to fling out a few well articulated and carefully aimed zingers, cheeky comments or subtle innuendos.  It’s easy for us as women to load up a comment, time it just right for maximum impact. I find I sit there, and think sort of Ann of Green Gables-ish: “… but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don’t…”

I sort of blog this way, too. But not always.

I’m working on a talk I’ll be giving at a monthly women’s meeting tomorrow night – I’m continuing on through Titus2 as ‘scheduled’ for the year.   As I look out my window just now, I see our white picket fence with the little hearts cut out of each picket and then there’re the long lacy branches of the huge old weeping willow tree nearly touching the shadowy sunshine on the soft green grass… and I marvel and the timing or timeliness of this message I’m working on.  The ‘why’ behind the mandate is what’s particularly thought provoking to me these days. The message this month is: “…to be keepers at home” and, as has been the motivating reason, I will, as I do each month, stress that the basis for living out this charge given to women is: “that the Word of God be not blasphemed.” Titus 2.5  See? Timely.

The Word is sometimes like a hard wooden chair. It’s so solid. You can stand on it.

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It takes a mama…

teacuppamela.png I don’t get out much… some, but not much.  And, for the most part, I like it that way.  O, don’t get me wrong: I love to go places, I love to do things and I love to see new things.  But I love being home. When I do go out… I sure see why it’s important for me to be here… at home, keeping the home and caring for each one and each thing here.

I love keeping our home and I love home-work.  I love making sure that home’s home.  O, I know that anyone can clean houses, make food, clean it up and make more food and clean that up, too and do it over and over and over again.  I know that anyone can put stuff in the washer, move it from there to the dryer, put more stuff in the washer and do the same thing over and over and over again.  I know that anyone can supervise the existence of children in a home and maybe even teach them things, too.  I know that anyone can tidy up, dust, vacuum, sweep, wipe, mop, and turn lights on or off in a home. I know that anyone can bar a door from intruders and anyone can uphold a schedule and order.

But it takes a mama to make a home home.  It takes a mama to care for the things of a home.  It takes a mama to care for the apparel and appearance of the children and husband in her home and it takes a mama to care for the quality of the food and the presentation of the meals and the appearance of the table and the conversation that happens there.  It so matters what goes on them,what goes in them and what goes on around them. 

It takes a mama to remember the nuances of life… the candlelight and the music of life — to share the yesteryears and stories of generations gone before.  It takes a mama to remember the preferences and particular idiosyncrasies that make up each child’s unique personalities and to really care how those children feel and how their character is shaped. It takes a mama to genuinely attend to a nursling, a baby, a toddling child, a maturing son or daughter and all the needs each age and each season brings — it takes a mama to anticipate what the changes will be and what they’ll necessarily require.  It takes a mama to care about a rash, a fever, a first step, a composition, a heartache, dental appointment, a physical exam, pictures on the fridge, a skinned knee, an awkward incident, a disappointment, an accomplishment…

It takes a mama to set the tone, the order, the routines, guide the activities and make the sweet memories of the home.  It takes a mama to demonstrate God’s precious and specific order for one of the halves of His creation.  It takes a mama to show what the Word says… to demonstrate the living Word of God in word and in deed.  It takes a mama to hear the heart of her children — and to care what’s going on in each heart.  It takes a mama to teach a child to pray… and to listen to the LORD.  It takes a mama to do all that matters (and a mama knows it all matters… a lot).

It takes a mama to make a home sweet and it takes a mama to give a home a heart and it takes a mama to make a home a wonderful place to remember and a dear place to long for.  It takes a mama to be a real sweetheart for her husband and the first sweetheart of each of her children. It takes a mama to make a home a journey, a launch-pad, a destination and a desire.

When mama’s not home… the home has no heart and there’s really no-one to look well to the ways thereof.  God’s clear design is marred and distorted when mothers lose sight of, or disregard, the inestimable value of motherhood… when women choose lesser things.

Hme.  It takes a mother’s kiss to make some things all better.  It so matters when mother’s there.  And it so matters when she’s not.

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Another first day of school

  teacuppamelaI woke up this morning with eager anticipation for the day: our 21st “first day of homeschool.”  In the early days of homeschooling, I would not have even guessed where we would be today — in terms of both where we’ve been or how many children have been taught at the table.  I could not have asked or imagined the blessings that have come through the years.  Additionally, I most certainly didn’t know enough to know that there would be days of anguish or exasperation — near despair over what I don’t know and couldn’t communicate.  But I also didn’t know enough to know that there would also be days of immeasurable satisfaction and that the accomplishments over the years would bring such great joy.  I suppose, I didn’t know the LORD enough to know that He would be my strength and my song — my ever present help in trouble or in time of need.

As always, we seek to train up the children in the way — in the way they should go — in the fear and admonition of the LORD.  My goal/our goal is for the children to be taught of the LORD at His pace – in peace – in His time.  As a homeschooling mother, I’ve been learning that the greatest achievement will not be what I do, say or model, but what the LORD does in and through each of the children based on how and what they learn and how they apply their studies. So then, I’m profoundly aware each day of the awesome task before me – I’m mindful that they will be influenced for good or evil, to be industrious or slothful in work, attentive or ignorant in learning, obedient or disobedient in behaviour, careful or careless in presentation, eager or apathetic concerning the things of God, studies or prayer or a myriad of other things.  If my work is half-hearted, if I murmur or if my example is poor, then the resulting teaching will be unfruitful and will bring them a snare.

quote… a child left to himself bring his mother to shame.”  —proverbs 29.15

what a powerful proverb. But what joy a mother has whose children walk with the LORD.

quoteI have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.” –3John 1.4
Truly, I am beginning to grasp the tremendous truth and blessing of faithful children.  I know no greater joy than this… and so, today as we embark on another year of homeschooling, I’m desiring this above all things — that the children will walk in Truth — that they will know Him.

quote But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto children’s children;” –Psalms 103.17

I pray to teach them to love to work, to love to read, help, learn and then I pray to see frequent use of education through application and teaching of others by example.  Above all, I pray each one of our children will be found faithful.  I pray they will have good understanding and rich insight and that the LORD will make them wise.

I pray to be found faithful to the unparalled calling of motherhood and I pray to demonstrate this in joy to each one of our children.  How grateful I am to know that I am not alone in this great calling — in this great charge.  King Lemuel’s mother (or Soloman’s mother) taught him well — and, my-o-my, what an example we’ve been given in theProverbs 31 passage of Scripture.

quoteAnd that from a child thou hast known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. –2Timothy 3.15

 

Okay, so…

this is funny…

teacuppamela.pngI was browsing the news and the headline: “Is Oprah Biased?” jumped out at me.  I just had to laugh.  The question was asked by an ABC News journalist.  I think my mama would have said: “well, now, that’s like the pot calling the kettle black.”  Well, or I would say that.

I’ve actually been wondering why the democrat nominee even has to raise campaign funds anyway.  But maybe it’s just me.