the peculiar path

And it has been sort of a peculiar path we’ve traveled over the last few years – one, that for a variety of reasons, I’m not sure I’d ever have chosen early on in our life, but one I’m thankful to be traveling now.

teacuppamela.pngAnd this morning I read an article that resonates well with our experience. I haven’t talked a lot about “home-churching” bcz it tends to be one of those sort of “volatile” subjects – you know, the home birth vs. hospital, or unmedicated brith vs. medicated, home-school vs. public school and on and on. Also, when sort of boasting of great experiences or results or reading an article that touts the benefits of an particular common experience, it might tend to offend those who don’t share that experience or methodology. It’s like touting the benefits of one diet regimen or car or daily schedule: “your results may vary.” So, identifying with the results of the Barna research article might be sort of like homeschoolers identifying with, say, the winner of a national spelling competition and saying: “See, homeschooling works!” And so, just bcz something works for one individual, that same thing won’t work for all.

And just as soon as I say that, I want to defend my reservation and maybe even deny it. For, as with most things I do, I wouldn’t do them unless I thought they were the best or right thing to do. I might even go so far as to say: the best or right thing for all people in all places for all time. But then, that might just be too radical… the statement of a “peculiar people.” That might be no dating, distinctive masculine and feminine dress, home-birthing, divine birth ordering, home-schooling, home-making, submission and headship, home-industry and on and on. So, it’s no surprise, then, that strong conviction might be present concerning the home, or non institutionalized, church.

Here’s the Barna link. My strong disclaimer or addendum here would be that I have *no* animosity toward the those who see thing differently regarding the institutional church per se. It’s the program driven, prescription for growth, dialectic or commercialized stuff that really has nothing to do with the Way and Word. At all. Those are the grievous things to me.

Speaking of house church, and I guess I was, it was sure a great blessing to have as our guests yesterday, Jason and Sharon Nightingale, with Wordsower ministries. Sharon’s living example and Jason’s commanding presence in stature and deep base voice only increases the benefit of his teaching and recitation of the Word of God. Generally, when he visits churches [ in buildings or houses 😉 ] he proclaims or speaks the Revelation. I think the first time I heard him quote the whole book of the Revelation, I was so wowed that he was actually reciting the whole thing I kept thinking of that over and over.  But, as with all things, the hearing of God’s Word never returns void and now, many years later, I read the Word and often hear the tremendous inflection of that deep voice resonating in the back of my mind: “He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches…”

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Hey… a little friend is in the News!

teacuppamela.pngENN, that is! A little friend of ours shares a bit about their little town, Dichton, on the Everyday News Network. A division of the Vision Forum, the Everyday News Network, presents short video stories highlighting everyday things of family life. Every family can benefit from the seeing and hearing of others’ “everyday events” and stories of life in other families.

I share more about this in my “Slices of Life.”

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A letter from LightHouse Trails

I received this letter from Lighthouse Trails today. Interesting.

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Lighthouse Trails Research Project

This story is a follow up to our previous AFA articles that you may view here.

American Family Association’s Resource Center is now including categories in their Spiritual Growth section (*see note below) titled: “Mysticism,” “Contemplative Life,” and “Spiritual Formation.” As we have reported in the past, AFA has been aware that many of the books they sell on their site promote pantheism, altered states of consciousness (i.e., the silence), Eastern mysticism, etc. Emails to numerous customers from AFA staff, as well as AFA president Tim Wildmon, indicated that these books were removed. On the contrary, AFA now has categories specifically for these titles.

Under Mysticism, authors include mystics Jean-Pierre De Caussade, St. John of the Cross, Evelyn Underhill, Calvin Miller, and many, many others with panentheistic persuasions. In Miller’s book, Into the Depths of God, he states:

Centering is the merger of two “selves” – ours and his [God’s]. Centering is union with Christ. It is not a union that eradicates either self but one that heightens both.” (A Time of Departing, p. 185)

On AFA’s category Contemplative Life, they sell books by Phyllis Tickle (who recently said Brian McLaren was like another Luther), pantheist William Shannon (Thomas Merton’s biography and author of Silence on Fire),Brother Roger of Taize, and titles such as The Spiritual Exercises of Saint Ignatius, Silence and Stillness in Every Season by John Main, and the list is lengthy.

On the Spiritual Formation category, AFA lists emerging church leaders and writers like Rob Bell and Don Miller as well as C. Peter Wagner, Dallas Willard, Richard Rohr, Jim Wallis, and over 700 other titles in this category.

Other authors the AFA store includes are Henri Nouwen, Larry Crabb, Brian McLaren, Ruth Haley Barton, Brennan Manning, Thomas Merton, Rick Warren and countless others who promote contemplative spirituality.

AFA has made a bold statement by adding these categories. And just what does this statement tell us? Three things. First, AFA misled people, and quite frankly they seem indifferent to the consequences of that. Secondly, AFA is absolutely promoting heretical books and authors, and it doesn’t look like they are going to stop. Thirdly, this illustrates very well that the concerns, which compel Lighthouse Trails and its authors, are not something obscure, on the fringe, or faddish. Christendom is without a doubt immersed in contemplative spirituality so much so that those who oppose it are standing on the outside of this mystical, contemplative church and being labeled divisive, false converts, resisters, leaders from hell and just plain old—standing in the way of progress. With that in mind, each of us must decide to which church we belong … a church where the biblical Jesus Christ is the head or a mystical contemplative church that ultimately denies the Cross and replaces it with a pantheistic universal spirituality.

*Note: To find these categories on AFA Resource Center site, 1. Go to AFA main website. 2. Scroll down to bottom of left column and under AFA Support, click on AFA Products 3. Then at top of page, click on Resource Center 4. Then at top left of page, click on BOOKS. 5. Then see right hand column, Browse by Category, and scroll down to “Spiritual Growth,” then open up “+” sign.)

Lighthouse Trails Research Project
P.O. Box 958
Silverton, Oregon 97381
Phone: 503/873-9092
Fax: 503/873-3879
Please feel free to distribute this important press release.

Another year…

teacuppamela.pngPraise the LORD! And may He be honoured and blessed throughout the 2007 year.
Psalm 65

1 Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion: and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
3 Iniquities prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
4 Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea:
6 Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:
7 Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
8 They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
9 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
10 Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing

Thou crownest the year with thy goodness;
and thy paths drop fatness.

I had put this in the blog entry for January 2006 and was looking back at that month’s blog and the blog for the year before that and the year before that and…

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To all the whosoever’s

teacuppamela.pngIt’s amazing to me tonight to consider that ten years have passed since I held my newborn in my arms. I smiled this morning as Wes read the “Christmas story” account from the book of Luke. How incredible it must’ve been for Mary to ponder in her heart all that she had heard and had now seen. I gave birth to our baby Naomi in the comfort and warmth of our home on Christmas night ten years ago. I had the protection, comfort and loving attention of my precious husband and our caring midwife. Our children were safe and warm –satisfied with good things and Christmas treats.

It truly was calm and bright that night. The snowstorm had not yet come. I enjoyed soft blankets, candlelight and a warm bath following her birth. I had a soft bed and fluffy pillows and hot tea, and a warmth from the wood heat. The baby’s blankets, diaper and gown were soft and clean and warm. What a contrast to the way and to the place of the birth of my precious LORD and Saviour.

I recall feeling that no mother in all the world could ever have loved a baby as I loved Naomi that night. But Mary. But Mary and all the other mothers who’ve swaddled their baby and held them close and kissed their little fingers and stroked their little foreheads.

But Mary… who held the baby —the LORD Jesus— and had none of the luxuries I was given for the birth of our baby that night.

But for all that love and all that compassion for the helpless little babe, tonight I’m awestruck that that love pales to nothing in comparison with the love the Father has for each one of us: that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

So, to all the whosoever’s: Happy Christmas! For unto us a child is born. To all the whosoever’s peace has come to earth and there is great joy in heaven.

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Happy Christmas

quotebegin.gifAnd the angel said unto them, Fear not:
for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour,
which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe
wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host
praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, good will toward men.
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Luke 2.10-14
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year

blueheartmughalf.jpgIt’s the most wonderful time of the year…  ♪  It’s the happ–iest season of alllllll… ♪

I was baking cookies and making fudge last night while listening from time to time to the music in the background.  I think that song came on a half dozen times and I got to thinking about some of the words  to that song and then to another: I’ll be home for Christmas… You can count on me… I’ll be home for Christmas… if on-ly ♪ in my dreams.  My cynical side piped in: O, yes, you can *count on me!*  -if only in my dreams.   What a definite, sure: maybe.

As the night went on and I continued to make and bake and stir and pour, I thought of the different songs… the different sentiments… hundreds of memories and, O, yes… the job at hand.  I thought about that first song.  “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” and thought, well, yes and the most dangerous one, too.  It’s the time of year we all read the ads and see not so much what we think we want, but all the glamour and abundance reminds us of our lack and then occasionally our “meet-my-wants, feed-my-(perceived)-needs” engine get revved up and our dissatisfaction mode takes over and it’s no longer the “hap-happiest time of the year!”   I’m re-reminded that we need to guard our minds (2Corinthians 10.5), guard our heart and thoughts.  This hap-piest time of the year can also be the most dangerous to the mind, dangerous to the eyes, and certainly most dangerous to the thighs.

I allowed myself a taste of each thing I was making—not each phase of the making and baking, but a taste of the product.  I knew that a taste could lead to a few and a few could lead to a dish and a dish could lead to a bowl and a bowl could lead to a few more.  So, a taste.  And then the items had to be double wrapped and put away.  Some mommy’s put stuff away so the children don’t sneak snatches of treats.  This mommy puts stuff away so the mommy doesn’t sneak snatches of treats.  Isn’t it funny how we think we’re “sneaking” a treat.  We think no one will know or notice.  But they have eyes!  And we have mirrors and scales.  Sneaking treats? No matter what it seems, it’s not possible to keep that hidden.  I think of 2Timothy3.6  Some indulgences in life cannot be hidden — even black dresses don’t hide overindulgence.

O, so… I’ll be home for Christmas…  I was thinking about that again this morning and am determined today to miss the days for the what was or what should have been’s.  I want to make home be home for Christmas.  I want to make sure everyone’s glad to be home and that the days, tastes, sights, sounds and thoughts will be sweet.  Especially mama’s.   Sort of the “Be here now” motto and not allow myself the sinful luxury of being somewhere else or doing things because other people do them or in ways I think might seem best to others.  Instead… I’ll be home for Christmas… really.

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celebrating the blessings of Christmas

We celebrate so many things this year… the blessing of the gift, life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ our LORD and Saviour.  How how great is the love of the Father that He lavishes us daily with gifts and joy unspeakable.  We celebrate the birth of our Saviour and praise the God of Heaven and earth for His goodness and mercy.  As each day passes, we are more profoundly aware of how little we can fathom the love of God.  So… all we can do is take the gift of salvation and say: Thank You, LORD… thank You.

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We celebrate the gift of our 9th child, the precious little gift born in our home on Christmas Night ten years ago.

Today’s slice…

blueheartmughalf.jpgEach day there are tremendously encouraging or insightful blog entries that I wish I had time to link and share and, in addition, we receive emails each day from brothers and sisters in many different places and walks of life, along with an entry or two in our guestbook on our website each day and I wish I could share them all. From time to time I highlight a guest’s website so that others can also enjoy what we’re seeing and be blessed by other people’s efforts. Today was no exception. Two , in particular, stood out today. One, as always, Barbara links to the most pertinent or informative things!

I had seen this Dove piece a few weeks ago and thought how sad it is that ideals are less than skin deep. And it is because of these ideals that women come to a point of hating themselves because they never match up—never—and they never will because the ideals are a figment of someone’s imagination–the imagination at the end of an airbrush. Take a look at Barbara’s blog posting here.

The other link was one we received in the guestbook. Not only the modesty article, but also the weblog here. I must say, I was first intrigued by the name of the website alone: the Conservative Brunette. It’s name doesn’t correlate with a political group or fashion industry… quite the opposite, really. I love the fresh enthusiasm of younger sisters… I’ve much to learn from them as I walk along becoming too familiar with the path and forget to be eager and enthusiastic about the road ahead.
Time’s up… table linens await and are calling my name. And there’s that very important task of getting the Christmas letters and cards in the mail… yes, paper, envelopes and stamps! ~smile~ Old fashioned things are sweet!
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