Hangups, Hiccups and Honeymoons: When The Stardust Falls From Our Eyes

As I was putting the bottom sheet on my daughter's crib mattress this evening, I admired the pretty purple and pink flowers set against the cream background. I tucked it in nice and snug and smiled as I reflected back to before she ever slept on those sheets. Before she arrived. I remember looking at the crib then, all set up and girlishly adorable, ready to receive my perfect, beautiful baby girl. My husband and I would gaze at the lovely crib set, sigh and say, "Our little girl is going to sleep here!" Swoon! 

I certainly didn't stand there and say, "Oh my God... she's going to fight naps so hard that I'm going to throw myself on the floor and bawl piteously." Likewise, I did not muse, "She's not going to sleep through the night until she's 8 months old." or "She's going to have night terrors that break our hearts." We pictured a perfect baby, slumbering sweetly on cute sheets next to the somewhat matching teddy bear that was destined to be her favorite. Well, she prefers the little stuffed squirrel to the bear and those sheets have seen copious amounts of spit up, varying degrees of poopy, a little sprinkling of tinkling and most recently, a whole hell of a lot of snot. 

We get ideas in our heads and they sparkle. Marriage, for instance. Ladies- how many of you envisioned your days after "I do" to be as shimmering as that gorgeous diamond you coveted so much? The days are not always dazzling, am-I-riiight!? We embark on cognitive honeymoons and it's not always pretty when the truth of life sets in. 

The imagination is a fantastic thing, but it can often lead us to pastures we thought were going to be a lot greener. This morning, the associate pastor was opening her sermon and in a slip up, she said "idolatry" instead of "ideology". Now, shortly thereafter, my cherub started squawking so I courteously toted her out into the Narthex so uh, I basically missed the entire message. (Yeah, I'm that mom who drags her toddler to the pew instead of going to the nursery but hey- she loves the choir and she never fails to make someone smile). 

Anyway, the two isolated incidents got me thinking. The sheets, and what they represented before the reality of motherhood and the notion of idolatry. Typically when you think of idolatry all sorts of golden calves or celebrities spring to mind. Now, I'm not bowing before Tim McGraw (tempting as that may be) and a simple fitted sheet is not exactly a graven image but don't we sometimes get swept up in something material or even just the idea of something and give it more power than we ought to? Then what happens when we experience a violation of our expectations?

Can you think of anything in your life that has the same pull? How much does it truly weigh, and what really matters?

What is real?

God love 'em, the Robertsons boil it down to Faith, Family and Ducks. What's on your list and how do you keep it on the top? Ducks might not be on your list (oddly enough, they are on my daughter's) but hopefully FAITH and family are. It's okay to be a huge fan of something or someone but remember who you should be the biggest fan of. And it's okay to have dreams and be optimistic, but don't let your kingdom crumble when your visions don't align with reality. 

Sometimes a violation of our expectations is a good thing. It reminds us that God is at the helm and as usual (like it or not at the time) He knows best. Sometimes, a silly little squirrel is better than a fancy bear anyway. 

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, the will walk and not be faint.

 ~ Isaiah 40:28-31

Sticks and Stones

A conversation sprung up this weekend. It's one you've probably heard before, even though the subject is one of two you're never supposed to bring up (religion and politics). Guess which one it was?

At any rate, one of the more vocal points was, "I don't like organized religion..." There was more to the stance, but we don't need to go into that. Another sentiment was regarding how people of one sect of Christianity treat people of a different sect of Christianity. Seemed a bit silly to me. I wanted to open my mouth and say, "Hey baby, I'm Lutheran. We're pretty chill. We love everybody." I kept that quip under my hat. I did voice, "That's not how it's supposed to be." And I shook my head thinking about it and feeling sorry for the people who put others down because they're not of one particular branch of Christianity. I'm all about a joke here and there, but to honestly and intentionally make someone feel awful because of their faith? There's something wrong with that. 

Aren't we all in this together? Don't we all serve one God (now and forever amen?) Don't we all believe that Jesus was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, was crucified died and was buried? And that He did it for us? So... what's the problem? I literally scratched my head just now. 

Love thy neighbor as thyself. Thy Baptist neighbor (gasp!), thy Presbyterian neighbor, thy Catholic neighbor... and guess what? Even your non-Christian neighbor. No one is saying you've gotta wash their feet with your hair but you certainly don't have to throw stones for their perceived transgression of choosing the wrong denomination. Or no denomination. I've never exactly been a "turn the other cheek" kinda gal, though I've been doing more than my fair share of it in recent years- but there's definitely something wrong with going on the offensive or shunning someone for no valid reason. (And someone not genuflecting when they pray isn't what I'd call a valid reason for turning up your nose). 

People dole out tons of reasons for us to get scrappy. You've gotta pick your battles or sooner or later, you're gonna burn out. Try your hand at acceptance. Within reason, of course. If someone is setting puppies on fire, maybe don't be so cool with that. If someone simply comes to God through a different door than you- or they never made it out of the parking lot- that's no reason to label them a leper. 

Regarding the organized religion bit, one point I did make most earnestly, is that sometimes, you get the greatest worship and greatest fellowship when you're not sitting in a pew. So having ill feelings toward organized religion is hardly cause to count the good out. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my church. I absolutely adore our pastor- he's hands down the coolest man of the cloth you'll ever meet. But God's voice is not limited to brick and stone alone. It is a pity that the organized part of religion has run so many people off. Be not afraid! So you're suspicious of the Bible because it "has too many authors", so you don't jive with being a member of a church because you don't agree with who is at the helm... all that matters is you come to Jesus with love in your heart and do your best to live as rightly as you can. 

Spit out the bad taste in your mouth and fill your cup back up with something GOOD. And hey, lighten up on everybody unless you've got a damn good reason not to. 

For where two or three gather in my name, there I am with them. ~ Matthew 18:20

Step Into My Parlor, Said the Spider to the Fly

What do you do when you are confronted with sins or temptations? Do you even recognize them when you see them? Wasn't original sin spawned in a beautiful garden? A place of paradise? How easy is it for you to dismiss the wrong in your life or mind simply because of cultural norms?

What's your apple? Does temptation haunt your door? And what is a sin by your determination? Is it limited solely to physical actions and speech or is a sin of the heart or mind equally as unconscionable? 

We are forgiven. How often does that lend a sensation of having a "free pass"? 

It's so easy for us to get swept up into temptation, no matter how small the transgression seems to be. A judgmental leer, a mean spirited quip, an impure thought, choosing dishonesty, giving in to a double sided tongue. We fall. And we do it a lot. 

Pray and stay the course. 

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. ~ Romans 12:2

You've Changed, Sunday.

On the 7th day, He rested. 

And we used to as well. Or at least, that's what was expected. From a biblical standpoint, that 7th day is Saturday but we Christians do our honoring on Sunday. From the 'for what it's worth department', here's an interesting take on why. 

Many of you can remember the days when stores were actually closed on Sundays. God rested and in the old days, His people did too. Way back in the day people weren't even supposed to do housework on a Sunday. Sunday was meant for worship, fellowship and reflection. In this day and age, largely and for the most part, Sunday is usually just a day to sleep in or a day off from work (although many folks do attend church!) However, anyone can see, Sunday has changed. 

St. Paul's Episcopal- Richmond, VA

Instead of the cup running over, our modern society has watered down Sunday. Don't get me wrong- it's super convenient being able to run out to Target on a Sunday if I suddenly realize we've run out of something but looking back on what Sunday used to be and what Sunday has become is a little sad. 

Remember the Sabbath to keep it holy. Do you feel there has been a shift? How holy do we keep it and what is enough?

In our home in the fall you're probably more likely to hear Fox's NFL theme and the blowing of whistles than scripture quoted aloud. I certainly don't think there's a seat in hell reserved for us because of that but I get the feeling from now on there might be a little more Jesus to go with our Baltimore Ravens. Growing up, the tradition in my family has it that burgers are to be served on Sunday... but in my youth I don't recall thanks being given for the expertly prepared beef on a bun. In reflection on what Sunday was and what Sunday should look a little more like, I want to set a better tone for my family. A happy medium between "not darning a single sock, reading the bible, going to church"- and the "just another day off" mentality. 

We race through our days. Life is hectic. Life is crazy. It's hard to catch a breath between work, social obligations and maintaining yourself and your home. To reference the linked article, God didn't create a day of rest for Himself- it was created for His people. Shouldn't we take that gift and do more with it? Take five and do a quick devotional. Say an extra prayer. Make sure your family sits down together for a proper meal. Go to church. Have fellowship with family and friends. Reflect on your relationship with Jesus. I'm not saying sit in a darkened room with your nose in the Old Testament from sun up to sunset. I'm just saying slow down and recapture the essence of what the Lord's day is supposed to be. You don't have to go bananas- simply taking the time to read this post and cultivate your own meditation is already a great way. 

Society is never going to turn back the clock on Sunday. We've entered into an entirely new era. You can revive Sunday in your own life though, and pattern it a little closer to what God intended. 

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us REJOICE and be glad in it. ~ Psalm 118:24