Powder Hounds

 I still remember that day when, at age six, Papa took Mikaela and I skiing for the first time.  We got a flat tire on the way up the mountain, but compared to the prospect of skiing, that was but a trifle.  Burned into my memory is that first step I tried to take after strapping these long skis to my feet--I reeled back instead of moving forward, and I suddenly realized that this skiing endeavor might be more difficult than I thought. 

And then that night, back at home where sidewalks were not slippery and no impromptu snowball fights could be had, I demonstrated my skiing prowess to Mama on the garage floor and fell asleep with the gliding sensation of skiing still under my feet.  I loved it!

Since that first time, our family has gone skiing nearly every year, but last year it simply did not work out.  That break in tradition only served to bring our anticipation for this year's ski expedition up to fever pitch!  By Monday evening, we were cozily ensconced in our log cabin, secure against the wintry jungle outside.  By Tuesday morning, we were up early, eating a big breakfast, packing sandwiches, organizing fourteen gloves, seven ski bibs, scarves, goggles, lift tickets, and sundry other items.  We bid Mama good-bye, as she spent the day getting some alone time, and the rest of us crowded into the van for the trek up the mountain.   

Doesn't Jonah look great in his ski gear?  The lift operator asked Melanie, "Is that your little brother?"  "Yes," she replied.  "He's cool," the "dude" then informed her.  We couldn't agree more! 

 The first day of skiing was so beautiful!  The snow was a perfect powder, but the sun shone in a periwinkle sky!  The second day, the wind kicked up and it snowed the whole time, but the powdery perfection on the slopes still meant that we were some happy skiers! 

 Mikaela! (She's always up for doing the black diamonds with me!)

 Me!  (With Susanna awaiting her turn at top!)

 Susanna!  (She's a fabulous skier who does not crash unless another skier on the slope slams into her out of the blue.  Then she tends to lose her balance!)

Melanie! (Who both skiied and snowboarded)!

Micah!  (Who made it his goal to expertly spray all of us with snow whenever he careened to a stop next to us!  I just don't have that talent, even though I tried my best!)

And...Papa!  He took all the photos, so we don't have photographic evidence of him on the slopes.  Just trust me on this...he is one great skier! 

 On the lift ride up one day, a snowboarder asked me, "So are you going to party tonight?"  I chuckled and replied, "Oh, we love to play games and watch movies!"  And indeed, after our nightly soaking of our sore bones in the hot tub, we had family party time!  (It was those same snowboarders who, on discovering that we were skiing two days in a row, informed Susanna and I that, "You are powder hounds, that's what you are!")

 Mikaela is trying to win it for her team with a vigorous demonstration of a sword fight!

 Anna and Micah laugh together. 

Can you tell what we are all so intently focused on watching?  Look closely now...

A friend loaned us the new Emma, and I was the only one in the family who had seen the entire thing!  Besides Mikaela and I, most of our family is not very interested in period dramas, but they actually all watched the whole thing and enjoyed it very much!  (Well, the boys might not put it into so many words, but I'm good at reading between the lines!) 

Saying good-bye to "our" cabin for another year!  Until 2013! 

My Pleasure

“Most of them want to come for reasons other than serving or helping, so I require something of them. Those kids have money to burn and closets full of designer clothes!” I overheard a friend talking about his ministry to the homeless in Portland, OR. Of course, my conscience contentedly patted me on the back—I had gone to help him this past fall, doling out hot breakfast, warm clothes, hygiene essentials, encouraging words, and friendly smiles for four hours in the pouring rain.

My friend, however, wasn’t done. “So, there’s a few junior-highers that still come every month. And you know what they say to me when we’re done? ‘I had fun.’ And I think, ‘I didn’t bring you out here to have fun! I didn’t want you to have fun! Tell me you were shocked or humbled or embarrassed—but don’t tell me you had fun!’” He paused a moment to consider. “Maybe these kids can’t be shocked anymore…maybe ‘I had fun’ is the only way they can express themselves.”

Photo Credit

I moved on, but my thoughts stayed on this conversation. I could have just as easily been one of those flippant teenagers saying, “Thanks! Watching five year old homeless boys come out of the woodwork to get a hot meal was fun! I had a great time!” In fact, I could remember many serving opportunities I had judged by the measure of enjoyment they provided.

We insincerely say “it was my pleasure” as if our entertainment is the highest compliment we can pay to another human being, when it is often just an indicator of our sinful hearts. In this egotistical, self-centered, instant-gratification society of ours, we seek one thing above all others: amusement. The US spent $10,632,527,005[1] (yes, that’s BILLION) on movie tickets alone in 2009—and that doesn’t even begin to include the total entertainment budget. As the world becomes increasingly humanistic and men fall on their faces in awe and worship of themselves, the highest fulfillment—the greatest compliment—the most rewarding purpose has become fun. We are becoming “lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God (II Timothy 3:4).”

A commercial I recently saw was advertising a website with thousands of movies available for instant streaming. “In fact,” the geeky guy exclaimed as he touted his company, “It would take you an entire year to watch all of the titles we have available!” Then he got a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes (or maybe it was just a dumb, idle stupidity—I couldn’t tell). “That would be the best year of my life.” Everyday, men and women pursue the fleeting sensation of fun—and this cotton-candy-like experience claims costly, nonrefundable hours of one’s time. Time, though, is pocket change compared to what many people sell to fuel their addiction: their souls.

So what is a Christian to do? Shun all movies? Live like a medieval monk? Read only the Scripture? Boycott Monopoly? Ultimately, of course, we must come to terms with Hebrews 11:25: “Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season.” John Piper offers a practical and sobering suggestion too: "think about your death. Think about your death a lot....I think about the impact of death, and what I would like to be found doing, and how I would prepare to meet him and give an account to him (see the endnote to read his excellent article in its entirety).[2]" When we have chosen to suffer with God’s people and shun sinful amusement, then we can experience the ecstasy of a God Who fulfills the desires of our heart above and beyond what we could ever imagine. Psalms 35:27 says, “Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favour my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, Let the LORD be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.”

However, may we remember in all our doings and prosperity to say first and foremost, “Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created (Revelations 4:11).” Therefore, the next time you go out to brighten your corner, consider changing your typical “Oh—it was my pleasure!” to something more profound and honest. It’s not all about you, and it’s not all about fun, but it certainly is all about God.

 

"My Pleasure" was originally posted on One Bright Corner on January 12, 2010.

Photo Credit: Cliffjamester. Used by permission under the Creative Commons License.

Scripture taken from the New King James Version. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson,
   Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

[1] "Movie Market Summary for Year 2009." The Numbers - Movie Box Office Data, Film Stars, Idle Speculation. Nash Information Services, LLC, Jan. 2010. http://www.the-numbers.com/market/2009.php.

[2] Piper, John. "How Can I Break Free from an Addiction to Entertainment?" Desiring God. Desiring God, 25 May 2009. http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/ask-pastor-john/how-can-i-break-free-from-an-addiction-to-entertainment.

Roses Are Red

Photo Credit

Every Valentine's Day for the past 10 or more years, a beautiful bouquet of red roses has been handed to me by my Valentine--my Papa.  When I was younger, I used to proudly declare to friends, "My boyfriend gave me these roses!" and then hasten to explain away their confusion.  I thought I was so cute! 

It's not quite time for the Valentine roses yet, but I have already exchanged Valentines with this man who has my heart.  It all started when, several weeks ago, Tiffany announced she was doing a giveaway of three essential oils.  All you had to do was write a Valentine's poem that began with "Roses are red" and then passionately beg, borrow, or steal the most votes for your poem.  This was an interesting idea, but I wasn't really inspired at first.  After all, I'm a single girl, not in a relationship, so what could I write about Valentine's Day?

And then it hit me. 

Roses are red,

The sky is blue.

Daddy,will you be my Valentine?

I'm keeping my heart with you.

I sent it in and e-mailed the link off to Papa so he could vote.  When he arrived home that evening, he smiled, hugged me, and said that since I wrote a poem, he had to write one back to me. With anticipation, I hurried up to my computer.  I vaguely remembered Mama saying that Papa had written her beautiful love poems before they were married, but I was not prepared for what I found embedded in his vote:

Roses are red, an elegant hue,
Graceful, exquisite, just like you!

Beauty and radiance, reflecting the Son,
Growing in Christ, ‘til the day is done.

I cherish the rose, I water and feed,
I turn up the soil, meet every need.

Prune the dry limbs, repair the fence,
Enjoy the beauty and the pleasance.

The Master Gardner will bring a new vine,
For you are His own, you’re really not mine.

Engraft your heart, the new vine will nourish,
Your delicate bloom will continue to flourish.

But until then, I’ll cherish your heart,
Guarding it always, we’ll never part.

Yes, I cried.  I just went to a funeral where a daughter had to sing to her Daddy in Heaven, so I cried.  I've seen too many daughters whose Daddies don't cherish them, water them, feed them, or prune them, so I cried because I am so blessed with such a godly father.  I realized that this stage in life in my father's house won't last forever, so I cried. My Valentine's Day came early this year, and that's just fine with me! 

If you are interested in voting for this father-daughter duo (which is currently not in the lead), then head over here and cast your vote for #1.  The votes must be in before Friday is over!

Called to Deny

Photo Credit

“’For Christians, every day we're called to a life of biblical self-denial,’ [Alan Chambers] says. ‘We take up our cross and follow Christ, and we deny what comes naturally.’ But he says denial isn't without reward: ‘Those who reject the concept of self-denial haven't reaped the joys that come with it.’

“Self-denial isn't a new concept to Chambers. The 39-year-old president of Exodus International—a Christian ministry that helps people struggling with homosexuality—grew up in a Christian home but embraced homosexuality as a teenager. But through years of an active gay lifestyle, Chambers couldn't shake the biblical conviction that what came naturally to him was also sinful. He didn't want to be gay[1].”

Whether you call yourself a Christian or merely a “good citizen” with moral standards and codes of ethics, you choose to deny yourself every day. You deny yourself the the wish for those luxuriously supple leather shoes because you cannot afford them and you will not steal. You deny yourself the temptation to eat the last slice of double-layered chocolate fudge cake because you know your daughter will want a piece when she gets home. You avoid those friends with wrong influences, refrain from illegal drugs, and don’t pull a gun on the woman who cut in line—all because you believe in right and wrong to some extent or another.

And whether you like to admit it or not, your moral code is inextricably based on God’s moral code—His standard of absolute right and wrong laid out in Scripture and imprinted upon our conscience (see Exodus 20). For denying ourselves is not evil—it is good, and something which everyone but sociopaths and psychotics have come to terms with in one way or another. Christians, however, are called to habitually deny themselves, not because they believe themselves to be good, but because they recognize their own sin natures and rely upon the strength of God to live blameless and harmless in the world.

Although there are many moral battles for this generation, the truly current moral battle is that of homosexuality. 2011 was the first year that a majority (53%) of Americans stated that they believed homosexual marriage should be recognized by law[2]. 56% of Americans now believe that homosexuality is morally acceptable, a number which has steadily grown since the 2001 number of 40%[3]. On our watch, we have played the audience to the runaway success of homosexuality, debuting as "morality" and receiving widespread acclaim from critics.

Homosexuality, however, is morally wrong. God, through His Word, has declared it to be such. "Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God (I Corinthians 6:9-10)." Homosexuals are not created differently and then unjustly turned on their head by a god who has a personal vendetta against their orientation. No, they are created in the image and likeness of God, just as I am, and they are born with a virulent sin nature, just as I am. They must deny their sin nature each and every day, just as I must, and they should be treated with the same compassion and support as I am by those who keep me accountable. Homosexuality is no different than theft, addiction, libel, bribes, or adultery--except that many of these sins are still deemed immoral and illegal by those around us.

If you are a Christian, then recognize God’s Word for what it says, and hold up that standard of Truth with love and mercy. Defend morality against the onslaught of media, politics, and liberal churches. Do not base your definition of morality upon the whims of culture, but upon the unchanging and infallible God of the universe. Stand upon God’s Word and act now: for future generations. 2012 is a year of crisis, a determining factor in this millenial battle of good versus evil. Furthermore, if you live in Washington State, you have a special task for today.

A bill (Senate Bill 6239 and House Bill 2516) is making its way to the House and Senate floors which would cause “Washington [to] join New York, Connecticut, Iowa, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont and the District of Columbia in legalizing gay marriage. The state has had a domestic partnership law since 2007, and an ‘everything but marriage’ law since 2009[4].”



People line up outside an overflow room for a
Senate committee hearing on SB6239 that would legalize
same-sex marriage, Monday, Jan. 23, 2012, at the Capitol
in Olympia, Wash. (AP Photo/Ted S. Warren)



 One of the variations of the bill being considered would even require couples (whether straight or gay) to take each other as "spouses" instead of as "man and wife" in marriage[5]. The bill would also add a discrimination section to the Washington Marriage Code, raising the potential for future litigation of “discriminators”[6].

The liberal sponser of the bill, Rep. Jamie Pederson, D-Seattle was exhorting his supporters, but what he said has much relevance to the Christians as well: "I want to re-emphasize that we fully expect that this issue is going to end up on the ballot. People should not be complacent [7].”

Washington State needs your prayers and your action. Please use this simple form below to email your senator and representatives. And please proclaim morality in 2012.

Photo Credit: Chris Moncus. Used by permission.

Scripture taken from the New King James Version. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

[1] Dean, Jamie. "2011 Daniel of the Year: Alan Chambers: Change We Can Believe In." World 17 Dec. 2011. http://www.worldmag.com/articles/18908.

[2] Newport, Frank. "For First Time, Majority of Americans Favor Legal Gay Marriage: Republicans and Older Americans Remain Opposed." Gallup Politics. Gallup, Inc, 20 May 2011. http://www.gallup.com/poll/147662/First-Time-Majority-Americans-Favor-Legal-Gay-Marriage.aspx

[3] Jones, Jeffrey M. "Support for Legal Gay Relations Hits New High." Gallup Politics. Gallup, Inc., 25 May 2011. http://www.gallup.com/poll/147785/Support-Legal-Gay-Relations-Hits-New-High.aspx.

[4] Corte, Rachel La. "Washington Has Enough Votes to Legalize Gay Marriage." The Associated Press. The Associated Press, 23 Jan. 2012. http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_XGR_GAY_MARRIAGE?SITE=NCAGW.

[5] Faust, Rebecca. "Family Policy Institute of Washington - Washington’s Voice for Families - Senate Committee Will Consider Substitute Bill." Family Policy Institute of Washington. Family Policy Institute of Washington, 22 Jan. 2012. http://www.fpiw.org/about/family-policy-blog/senate-committee-will-consider-substitute-bill.html.

[6] Fuiten, Joe. "Pastors, Are You Ready for a Gay Wedding in Your Sanctuary?" Family Policy Institute of Washington. Family Policy Institute of Washington, 17 Jan. 2012. http://www.fpiw.org/about/family-policy-blog/pastors,-are-you-ready-for-a-gay-wedding-in-your-sanctuary.html.

[7] Corte, Rachel La. "Washington Has Enough Votes to Legalize Gay Marriage." The Associated Press. The Associated Press, 23 Jan. 2012. http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_XGR_GAY_MARRIAGE?SITE=NCAGW.

Fount of Fonts: A Fairy Tale

Photo Credit

Once upon a time, there was a village wherein every person had one day been given a special gift.  When any inhabitant of this place spoke, their words floated through the air as letters from a book, and they could be seen as they were spoken.  You could see tongues lashing their words to the timeline of history.  This gift had its benefits.  For one thing, it made the question, “What did you say?” quite archaic, as everyone’s words trailed out behind them endlessly and it was easy to read a sentence your ears missed.  But as you can imagine, there were also difficulties. 

The inhabitants of the town could watch the Times New Roman shoot from a boy's lips, all angles, and embed in his sister’s heart.  They could see feeble diplomatic truisms fade as soon as they appeared, like a double rainbow in a noon sky.  These gifted citizens could watch someone’s lips moving, but see issuing out only transparent letters faintly outlined in black: empty and hypocritical.  In this village, a person could voice whatever he wanted, but the truth would be revealed in the form taken by the letters sliding into the atmosphere.  For once, the euphemism “white lie” actually held true, for deceitful words were as colorless as hypocritical ones.  Furthermore, there would be no doubt as to whether a person was angry (red words), depressed (blue), or sarcastic (orange).

The good people of this city have a curious comprehension of the volume of their words.  The story goes that the mouth of one young miss was never quiet.  On that bewildering day when the people woke up with the gift of seeing their words pour out in front of them like warm breath on a December day, this miss was cured of her gabbiness.  Wherever she went on that day, her tongue wagging, she was spinning a mile long train of letters which grew to be such a weight that she could hardly drag them behind her.  Furthermore, the other inhabitants of the town either cackled uproariously at her embarassingly long train of words or skittered away, amply warned of her active tongue.  She soon learned listening was better than littering the ground behind her with words. 

Another vice was demolished that day as well—gossip.  The ladies of the town used to indulge in a chat about all the other people in the town like some people indulge in chocolate.  It only took a week or so before one of these ladies turned around from her chat and greeted the one she had been gossiping about—who could easily see the snarky sentences the woman had just been speaking spelled out in front of her.  If you had to drag those caustic words around behind you all day, you would think twice before speaking them, too.  The fact that they were whispered in secret only served to italicize them, not to hide them from the public eye.

But words of praise were all the more sweet and prevalent because they were displayed all the day long.  Words of repentance challenged every other person who saw them to clear up clouds in their own lives.  Words of love let everyone know who was important to each person. 

This gift simply appeared on that sunny June morning, and one gray Monday five years later, it just as suddenly disappeared.  The first early bird awoke, stretched, and whispered “Good morning” to his wife, then suddenly grabbed at his mouth.  He tried again, and the words sounded, but no words flowed from his mouth.  He shook his wife awake in desperation, and she grumbled, “What is it?”  before her eyes widened and she realized that the gift was gone. 

The whole town was abuzz with the loss of their gift, and they poured out of their doors, milling around in the town square and mourning together as if their sole source of livelihood had been destroyed.  The young miss who had previously been a gabber tentatively began to gab again, now that no one could see her words dragging her down.  The gossips began to speculate about who could be to blame, and nearly everyone forgot to praise their loved ones.  The confusion was only growing, and some citizens were plotting desperate action to recover their gift. 

Suddenly, a young man leapt atop a chicken crate, filled his mouth with his fingers, and whistled ear-piercingly.  The whistle slammed against the rumbling of the townspeople, shocked silence billowed, and the young man cleared his throat. 

“Good people!  I hail from yonder village, and my grandfather here has a tale he wishes to tell you of!  Give him heed!”

The young man helped up an aged man with a silvery pointed beard, who opened his mouth and spoke with a great deep voice.  He needed no words floating in the air to communicate.

“When I was but a boy, I heard my father tell the story of a mysterious gift that had been bestowed on our village when he had been but a youngster.  This gift, I now know, was the same one you have enjoyed for the past years, and like yours, it too disappeared after five years.  Was it all just fantasy, my father said his townspeople asked?  Nay, he said, and I agree.  True, your words now do not incarnate themselves in visual form, but all the ramifications of speech embodied in visible symbols still hold true.  Do shots from our lips not pain our loved ones as truly as a bloody stab?  Do meaningless niceties not get devoured by true, courageous statements?  Does not gossip somehow spread like food poisoning at a picnic…almost as if you trailed the words behind you? 

“Hear me when I say to you that even though you may no longer be able to discern the true motive behind every word others speak to you, God still can.  Furthermore, He sees our words as deeply as if we could see them flowing from our mouths, a fount of fonts.  And His sight is far more important than ours.”

The old man stepped down, and the young man grasped his grandfather's elbow as the old man hobbled away.  The townspeople were silenced, and then, in that silence, they began to look at each other and smile.  The gift was not all gone, then, and they lived that day and every day afterwards as if the gift was still in their possession.  And not a happier or more prosperous town existed in the entire land. 

“But I say to you that for every idle word men may speak, they will give account of it in the day of judgment.”  -Matthew 12:36

Scripture taken from the New King James Version. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.