Hey… watch out for those Christians…

And those fundamentalist wackos who actually read the Bible and History books that haven’t been revised or combed for anything offensive to any particular ethnic group… and who don’t “believe in” the so-called separation of Church and State.
This sort of thing goes on in media from time to time and I usually ‘turn the other cheek,’ so to speak, and attempt to forgettaboutit. However, the barbs from those who shape the minds and decisions of students around the country are getting increasingly antagonistic and mean-spirited. It will not be surprising then, if one day, in the not so distant future, our schools teach that Christians and Christianity is at the center of all that ails this nation and that both should be completely eradicated. In in the tradition of revisionist history, it would also not be surprising if textbooks cite an entirely different “founding” of this country and completely deny what’s been preserved by genuine historians. It would also not be surprising if the owning of Bibles and original history books became outlawed as well.
So, should Christians and should homeschoolers sound the alarm over being likened to terrorists because they, in general, know, support and proclaim the truth of the Constitution and the Amendments? Should Christians homeschoolers protest the antagonistic terrorist characterization? Would that be of great value or would it, in fact, further fuel the fire and bolster the misconceptions?

I wonder… and I wonder when will it be that believers in this country stand up for the Truth and against the lies.

Read the following excerpt regarding a recent mock-drill that played out in a Burlington, NJ high school. Note who the perpetrators were and the reasoning behind the terrorist attack. Then sit back and think about the implications of such future problem solving exercises and the subtle nuances being conditioned in the minds of these high school students.

Hostage Drill Prepares School for Crisis

quotebegin.gifThe purpose of the drill was to test the reactions of police, faculty and administration.

“You perform as you practice,” Superintendent Chris Manno said prior to the exercise. “We need to practice under conditions as real as possible in order to evaluate our procedures and plans so that they’re as effective as possible.”

The mock terror attack involved two irate men armed with handguns who invaded the high school through the front door. They pretended to shoot several students in the hallway and then barricaded themselves in the media center with 10 student hostages.

Two Burlington Township police detectives portrayed the gunmen. Investigators described them as members of a right-wing fundamentalist group called the “New Crusaders” who don’t believe in separation of church and state. The mock gunmen went to the school seeking justice because the daughter of one had been expelled for praying before class.

To make the drill more realistic, about 10 students volunteered to act as hostages or wounded victims. Several faculty members helped simulate a complete school lockdown, followed by an evacuation.”

This isn’t the first time such a scenario has been used as an exercise to quotebegin.gifprepare” students for an attack and hostage crisis. I remember reading a WorldNet Daily article a few years ago about Homeschoolers being portrayed as terrorists. I blogged about it at the time in my old blog. Homeschoolers across the nation are at risk of a very sickening and unfounded profiling. Is it because public education is at risk that homeschoolers are characterized as terroristas? And… how long will it be before Christians in this country are all labeled terroristas for believing in absolutes, in the Bible and the foundational truths of this nation?

Which leads me to say:
quotebegin.gifKnow History: know Truth. No History: no Truth.

That’s mine, and you can quote it. 😉

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Amazing Rumours

You probably experience this from time to time… you either read about or are told about some amazing thing, event or piece of news (read: rumour or gossip).  At first, you either can’t believe it  or you instantly believe it and then feel like kicking yourself later over your gullibility or lack of honour and discernment.  When you hear some shocking bit of information and you instantly believe the report and then, inevitably, you’re filled with remorse over your lack of loyalty or lack of wisdom——-that, or you instantly deny that rumour and defend your friend or defend a position or make a strong attempt to bear, believe, hope, endure… all things.  Either way, you’re probably a bit ruffled.  I know I’ve sure experienced the gamut of those feelings lately.
Around our town there’re lots and lots of rumours floating around and being batted about.  And you know, I keep rehearsing in my mind the verses in 1 Peter (3.4-6):

quotebegin.gifBut let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.  For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands:  Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.”

I keep thinking: what is hidden in my heart? (The Word, The Truth…)  Is it an ornament of grace?  Is it a meek and quiet spirit and am I trusting in God?  Or, does my reaction reflect otherwise?   In my response to this or that rumour, am I doing well and not reacting in fear or amazement?

It’s interesting how the LORD seems to send lessons in groups or in succession – seemingly to cement a proper response or teaching.  Recently, I’ve had opportunity to hear several sorts of “reports” in various places and I’ve been keenly aware that each is a sort of “testing of my faith” so to speak.  I’m amazed at the ploys of the enemy to destroy believers and to wedge division between them—but it’s his ploy and is seeming very effective.  But what should I do when I hear a bad report or read of an account in the local paper or hear some gossip rumour?  I’m determining to not be “afraid with any amazement (or fear) and I am determined to react in 1 Corinthians love… bearing, believing, hoping, enduring — all things.

And coupled with those, I am seeking the LORD and asking: Lord, is this of You or of the enemy—if it’s of You, what, then, should I do?  If it’s of the enemy, I ask: Lord, please show me the Truth and help me to act in accordance with Your will.  And above all, help me be still, help me yield to You and help me demonstrate loving kindness that, in the end, regardless the outcome or truth or lies, I will have been still in the Hand of the Father.
I pray to finish well.  Still in the Hand of the Potter.

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Another boy deal…

So, we came home from the wedding.  Whew… were we ever tired—long day of hurry-scurry and then it was over, the reception was all set up, served and cleaned up and we looked forward to a rest.  We’d had a whirlwind weekend with Timothy stopping in to spend the night and to leave while we were at the wedding.
We returned home and came in to see that Timothy had left notes on the counter before he headed back to Oregon to Mission’s/Bible school.

So on this sheet of paper I see an empty Top Ramen package with a note that read: See exhibit A:  (and the words) Ramen package with opening.  Then an arrow points to the portion of the package that was chewed.  On a second sheet there was a note that read: see exhibit B and an arrow pointed to a circle drawn on the page.  In the circle were tiny evidences that a mouse had been in the drawer.  Ah yes.  Boys.

The girls screamed and shrieked.  The boys practically passed out from laughing.

Ah, the pleasures of living in an old-old farmhouse.  And… O, the pleasures of boys.

mowing and pruning and boys…

teacuppamela.pngIt was such a strange day today. Strange bcz it was peculiarly quiet and strange bcz it was so cold… yet, bcz it was sunny out, the children were delighted to play all day—even the work was play for them today.

Yet another boy has mastered the mowing and was so thrilled to be making patterns in the grassy yard where the volleyball “court” is. I looked out to see him practically running as he eagerly mowed that portion of our yard. It was shear delight to him as he saw his work take shape and was utterly pleased with the outcome. I smiled as I thought of that little boy who, only recently it seems, was too short and not quite strong enough to use the mower. But now, an accomplished gardener! ~wink~ I stood there thinking to myself: wow…. this is now our sixth son to reach this milestone. Where did the time go?
I stood there a bit longer… different memories seemed to replay before me… I thought of volleyball games, tether-ball and kick-ball. I thought of the exuberant children playing “Red-Rover…” and all the running around. And then I thought of that yard that was, only a few months ago, covered in water and again I marveled at the swift passage of time.

As I walked around the yard to inspect all the rose bushes I was thrilled to see all the new shoots and leaves. O, the deep pruning each February always grips me… sort of like deep pruning in my own life and heart… deep down I wonder, will things ever grow again? And, as each Spring continues, the answer is obvious: yes. But you know… pruning a rose bush is sort of like giving a boy a haircut. You know you might make a mistake here and there, but eventually the hair grows a little and the smile on the face sort of covers over a lot of errors you might’ve made. So, also, the bushes will fill out and give you smiles and fragrance later. Speaking of smiling… I smiled at the old climbing rose bush – the one I dug up from Wes’ Dad’s ranch… the one that appeared to be dead through and through and yet I dug it up anyway and planted it a few years ago here in our yard. Well, not only was it *not* dead, it was to become the most prolific of all the roses in the gardens. Already divided several times, it’s a thrill to me to see just how alive it is! I think Dad would’ve marveled at these beautiful rose bushes! Well… beautiful is what they will be in a month or two. For now, some are recovering from their recent pruning.

Boys are often a bit too zealous to eliminate the old canes and the bushes sustain a pruning that’s a bit more aggressive than might have been necessary. But I like to have boys out there doing all sorts of phases of gardening so that they get a handle on the processes and the seasons and what to anticipate in each. This way, they sort of get in on the whole spectrum and see the results of proper pruning and well… the results of overly aggressive or improper pruning. Let’s just say that some years the bushes and the trees were given a nice long rest from producing fruit. And we go through a canning season and make no applesauce. I must confess, I was sort of glad the couple of years with no apples that I didn’t have sauce to can (but I regretted it months later when popping open jars of applesauce would have been a delectable treat!) So, when there’s been a very power-packed pruning job and I can see the trees are going to rest from producing any fruit… I tell the young men, in that case, the tree will be that much stronger next year. I try not to belabour the point… it’s just not worth it. They get it. Besides… we’re talking about trees. They’re just trees. Boys are surely more precious than trees.
So the boys are beginning to see they’re very capable and they’re also seeing how much they help me—and O, I let them know it. I’ve learned that there’s no such thing as heaping too much praise on a boy. Sort of like cups of milk and chocolate chip cookies… to a boy, there’s no such thing as too many of those, either. Well, at least they don’t think so, anyway.

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another sideline note

teacuppamela.png I read this comic strip this morning and while a few of the children here laughed, I didn’t laugh.   we spend years attempting to train up our children, they cry when we leave and rejoice when we return.  They cling to our skirts and hang out at the bathroom door waiting for us to get finished in there so that they can hand us dandelions and give us sloppy kisses and then… one day it sort of just happens… and they’re independent, they have their own life… (at least some of the time).  We’re never ready for it when it happens – but it happens with each child, and we sure feel dumb when it does.  For some of our children the process is greater and hits a bit deeper, and for others it’s very subtle and not all that noticeable most of the time.  But it’s another phase of life…  It’s all part of mothering from the sidelines. 

O, they aren’t leaving and they sure don’t want us to leave them either, but there comes a point where we’re just not as cool to them and all their friends as we used to be.  We sort of take the sideline.  As an older mom, It’s funny how I never realized when my mom went to the sideline.  One of those melancholy thoughts… I sort of join her there now… but in a bittersweet twist: I’m there cheering mine on and she’s still there cheering me on.

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Kathryn’s Letters and another birthday

What a blessing it has been to be able to occasionally talk with Kathryn on the phone and also to receive her letters from Jinja, Uganda where she’s working in an orphanage.  I know as she wraps up the month of March there, she’s likely thinking that the time is moving too swiftly!

Her letters have been such a source of encouragement to us and have really been informative as to the nature of her work there and all that’s going on.

I’m missing her very much today as we’ve just returned from celebrating my birthday with most all our children and grand-dears, too.  I looked around the room… all the children seated at the table and it was a bittersweet thing to be missing two of them.  I smiled as I pictured the days ahead and considered that perhaps for the next birthday there would be more or fewer at the table.  One thing I know and it is this: all God’s ways are good and all His paths are peace.  I trust Him for that and rest in His grace and merciful kindness.

One of the sweetest things I received for my birthday was a bouquet of tulips from Naomi… I love that she was so enthusiastic to ask daddy to drive her to the store so she could buy a card and the tulips, and chocolates!  She doesn’t know about the umpteenth and one diet. :o)  and perhaps I send to many mixed messages… one day *no* bad food.  The next day some bad food and maybe a mocha, the next day no bad food… and on and on and on.

But now… my birthday has passed and I am older and wiser and perhaps I learned something this birthday… I was reflecting on how the LORD has blessed through the years and I determined to not miss another day by fretting over what wasn’t done well enough and instead, to just be glad.  Glad… that’s what I want the year ahead to be… a glad year.

Here’s a link for Kathryn’s Letters

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a sad note

The Maxwell’s baby, Susannah Joy, has passed from this life………….. and we pray into the arms of the LORD.
Our deep sympathy to the Maxwell family, especially to Nathan and Melanie… sweet parents… grieving the loss of their newborn – their firstborn child.   Please remember them in your prayers as they walk through the days ahead.  Sweet comfort is that they are trusting in the merciful grace of the LORD.

Humbling

My name is Pride. I am a cheater.

I cheat you of your God-given destiny… because you demand your own way.
I cheat you of contentment… because you “deserve better than this.”
I cheat you of knowledge… because you already know it all.
I cheat you of healing… because you’re too full of me to forgive.
I cheat you of holiness… because you refuse to admit when you’re wrong.
I cheat you of vision… because you’d rather look in the mirror than out a window.
I cheat you of genuine friendship… because nobody’s going to know the real you.
I cheat you of love…because real romance demands sacrifice.
I cheat you of greatness in heaven…
because you refuse to wash another’s feet on earth.
I cheat you of God’s glory… because I convince you to seek your own.
My name is Pride. I am a cheater.
You like me because you think I’m always looking out for you. Untrue.
God has so much for you, I admit.
But don’t worry…
If you stick with me, you’ll never know.

-from Beth Moore’s Praying God’s Word

a battle of wills

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I was standing in the kitchen a little while ago and, as I do most every morning, I was waiting for my tea water to boil. Instantly, Doubter came in along with his friends, Sabotager and Shame to visit She-who-must-be-obeyed. You see, She-who-must-be-obeyed has been battling against My-will-to-obey and She-who-must-be-obeyed is very very cunning and has a litany of excuses as to why she deserves whatever she wants… especially when she listens to friends, Doubter, Sabotager and Shame. They’re all bent on tempting her to listen and bent on destroying My-will-to-obey.

You see, My-will-to-obey is often weak and even seems to exchange places with She-who-must-be-obeyed when My-will-to-obey is not drinking from the fresh life-spring of the Word of God. When My-will-to-obey just meanders through the morning, very quickly My-will-to-obey exchanges the sweet fruit of the spirit for the carnage of the world and begins to linger on with She-who-must-be-obeyed. One of the ways Doubter influences this is to tell his friends Sabotager and Shame to remind My-will-to-obey that it’s never going to get better or that things will never improve or that the day is bleak and so probably, since things will never change, it won’t matter if the bag of cookies is consumed. For, if little or no weight-loss has been achieved, what’s the point in My-will-to-obey continuing working at healthful eating and learning to exercise?

And then it dawns on me (as if for the first time, but for the umpteenth time) …every day’s a battle—O, it’s not about cookies or whatever other weapon the enemy uses to sabotage our flesh- but every day’s a battle of the will to obey God or self. For in each of us is this “She-who-must-be-obeyed” self… and yet, when we put our trust in the LORD Jesus Christ, we have the indwelling of the Holy Spirit and by the Spirit we yield not to self but to God. I find in the LORD all I need and whatever self or the world offers or demands is by comparison: nothing. I, therefore, must be renewed daily in the spirit of my mind that I do not that which “She-who-must-be-obeyed” would do but rather that which is pleasing to the LORD—that which is led of the LORD— who is my all in all… my-will-to-obey.

Excerpts of Romans 7.6-25

quotebegin.gifBut now we are delivered from the law, that being dead wherein we were held; that we should serve in newness of spirit, and not in the oldness of the letter. What shall we say then? Is the law sin? God forbid. Nay, I had not known sin, but by the law: for I had not known lust, except the law had said, Thou shalt not covet.

But sin, taking occasion by the commandment, wrought in me all manner of concupiscence. For without the law sin was dead. For I was alive without the law once: but when the commandment came, sin revived, and I died. And the commandment, which was ordained to life, I found to be unto death.

For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin. For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I. If then I do that which I would not, I consent unto the law that it is good. Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.

For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me. For I delight in the law of God after the inward man:

But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members. O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.”

I did not eat the cookies Doubter offered to She-who-must-be-obeyed.

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