Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I've Fallen & I Can't Get Up!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Guy Clark Concert

Monday, September 28, 2009
Leisurely Woman's Daybook 12
I am thinking
...that I might want to find some volunteer work...maybe at a local hospital or cancer center.I am wearing...red Under-Armour shirt and gray running pants...it was a tad chilly this AM. My new strategy to make myself keep walking/running is this (and I have to force it because I am bored out of my head with the routine!): when my husband drives the children to carpool, I ride along and have them drop me off somewhere along the way. If I want to get home, I gotta hoof it. Whatever it takes, you know?
I am hearing...John Gorka - Armed with a Broken Heart. I've been a fan of this folk singer/songwriter since I first encountered him on a Windham Hill compilation in the late 80's. My favorite album: Land of the Bottom Line. Here's a review from Amazon: His rich baritone and literate songwriting are John Gorka's links to an urban folk tradition that belies his years, linking him more to early '60s troubadors than to the singer-songwriters of the '70s and '80s. Ranging from snapshots of modern life (as on the title song), to quietly devastating love songs ("Armed with a Broken Heart," "I Saw a Stranger with Your Hair") and funny, wistful meditations ("Italian Girls"), Gorka's songs are studded with dry wordplay, precise imagery, and sudden glimpses of deep feeling. Gorka and producer Bill Kollar resist more conventional commercial polish to keep the arrangements lean and largely acoustic, with Gorka's voice sparingly shadowed by occasional vocal harmonies from Shawn Colvin, among others. --Sam Sutherland
I am thankful...for my faithful, hardworking, exemplary father.
Plans for my week...a minimalist week, really. The usual: reading, writing, doing chores...MAYBE I'll clean out the VBS closet at church. MAYBE I'll paint the risers on the stairway to the second floor. MAYBE I'll shop for new bedding. MAYBE I'll actually look for a volunteer position. MAYBE I'll start writing a book. MAYBE...
A photo/video I am sharing...Last year was my boys' first at Westminster Christian Academy. We experienced our first Spirit Week there, which is quite a production and about which (as usual) I was very skeptical. As it turns out, it was a lot of fun! Here's a video from the previous year - they call this the Blue Man Stomp...each class comes up with a rhythm routine, which they peform with "primitive" resources...paint buckets, garbage cans, plastic pipes, glass jars, etc. These kids can get pretty creative.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Psalm 38
Do not forsake me, O Yahweh!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Helen Keller
Helen never lost her resolve to experience the world and all of life as fully as any human with all his sensory faculties intact. Indeed, her descriptions of scenery and events reveal an acute sense of observation which far exceeds my own! In spite of her limitations, she learned to know everything around her with great precision. At first, she was wholly dependent on others for this knowledge, but in time she even learned to observe, know, and understand much on her own.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Symphonic Theology
A quick and fairly easy read.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Trinity & Reality
Monday, September 21, 2009
Leisurely Woman's Daybook 11
From the kitchen...I made eggs the Julia Childs' way this morning. "Chef Bugnard cracked two eggs and added a dash of salt and pepper, 'Like this,' he said, gently blending the yolks and whites together with a fork. Not too much. He smeared the bottom and sides of a frying pan with butter, then gently poured the eggs in. Keeping the heat low, he stared intently at the pan. Nothing happened. After a long three minutes, the eggs began to thicken into a custard. Stirring rapidly with the fork, sliding the pan off and on the burner, Bugnard gently pulled the egg curds together - 'Keep them a little bit loose, this is very important,' he instructed. 'Now the cream or butter,' he said [I used 1 T. of each!] looking at me with raised eyebrows. 'This will stop the cooking, you see?' His eggs were always perfect." Let me tell you...they were decadent! So much so that I could only eat 1/2!!
Around the house...cleaning and organizing the boys' rooms, closets, drawers, washing quilts, curtains, etc.
A favorite thing...my i-Pod. 5000 songs at my fingertips everywhere I go. You just can't beat that.
I am hearing...Guy Clark and Emmylou Harris.
I am thankful that...God gave me sons instead of the daughters I thought I wanted. He knew what I needed. Imagine that.
Plans for my week...deep clean in preparation for weekend company...Parent/Teacher conferences on Thursday...Guy Clark concert on Friday night...Oktoberfest at Growlers on Saturday...celebrate Daddy's 67th birthday at my house on Sunday.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Debi's Not-So-Snooty Buffalo Chicken Dip
Serve with Fritos and celery sticks.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Florence Nightingale
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wordsmith Wednesdays
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Silver Lining? Whatever.
I am what you might call a hardcore pessimist. To the best of my recollection, no one has ever had to warn me not to view the world through rose-colored glasses, nor have I ever been scolded for having a "Pollyanna" perspective on life. In fact, it takes no effort at all for me to recognize the objections, potential pitfalls, or negative outcomes of a given situation. My glass is perpetually half-empty (well, OK...two-thirds empty, but whoever coined the phrase didn't know me!). It is about faith.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Leisurely Woman's Daybook 10
From the kitchen...tried a new brew this weekend and loved it: Unibroue's Chambly Noire. Give it a try, if you're so inclined.
Around the house...the windows are open and the whole house fan is freshening the place.
A favorite thing...my sewing machine. I miss using it and am determined to find a way to incorporate sewing back into my life!
I am thinking...that when Solomon advised us to "guard your heart with all diligence for from it flow the issues of life" he knew what he was talking about.
I am wearing...a Cardinals hat. Yes...they just got swept by the Braves. But when's the last time they got swept? Better yet, when is the last time they even lost a series? Hmmm? That would be late July. And they have swept 5 series since then. So, hey. We're good! Go CARDS!
I am reading...Helen Keller's The Story of My Life.
I am thankful...for my sister-in-law, Trina!
Plans for my week...wallow in self-pity...wrestle with myself loathing...stare into the abyss as I slip slowly into madness...
A photo/video I am sharing...from the wedding archives: my siblings with me from our wedding 17 years ago. I was struck by how dark-haired all of us were. Not anymore! Grey and artificial color prevail now! The six of us sang "Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us" during the ceremony.

Thursday, September 10, 2009
Well Donne
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Wordsmith Wednesdays
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Pilgrim's Progress
I started it yesterday morning and had to force myself to put it down and go to bed at 2 AM this morning! The timing of reading this could not have been better for me...in fact, if I believed in all that "sovereignty stuff," I might even say it was Providential! Over the next few days I'll share some particulary poignant passages, starting with this one:
While at the Interpreter's house, Christian is shown a fireplace in which the fire burns high and hot, in spite of one who stands by throwing water on it to quench it. When he asks the meaning, Interpreter explains: This fire is the work of grace that is wrought in the heart; he that casts water upon it, to extinguish and put it out is the devil: but in that thou seest the fire, notwithstanding, burn higher and hotter, thou shalt also see the reason of that. So he had him to the back side of the wall, where he saw a man with a vessel of oil in his hand, of the which he did also continually cast (but secretly) into the fire.
Then Christian said, What means this?
The Interpreter answered, This is Christ, who continually, with the oil of his grace, maintains the work already begun in the heart, by the means of which, notwithstanding what the devil can do, the souls of his people prove gracious still. And in that thou sawest, that the man stood behind the wall to maintain the fire; this is to teach thee, that it is hard for the tempted to see how this work of grace is maintained in the soul.
Even, maybe especially, when we are unaware of his presence, Christ will, as He has promised, continue the work which he has begun in us...even in the midst of attempts to extinguish the fires of faith.
Soon afterward, Christian is engaged in fierce battle with Apollyon and is sorely wounded in the fight. Apollyon attempts to persuade Christian that his allegiance belongs with him and that he will provide wages equal to that of the King. Christian replies: To speak truth, I like his service, his wages, his servants, his company, his government, his company and country better than thine; and therefore leave off to persuade me further: I am his servant, and I will follow him. Apollyon continues to accuse him of treason and his faithless following of the King, reminding him of his wanderings and sins along the path...he even sends blows which leave Christian without his sword to defend and despairing of his life. Just before he receives the final blow, Christian retrieves his sword, crying out, Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy! When I fall, I shall arise! and with that, he gave him a deadly thrust which made him give back as one that had received a mortal wound. He then sings over his defeated enemy:
Great Beelzebub, the captain of this fiend,
Design'd my ruin; therefore to this end
He sent him harness'd out; and he, with rage
That hellish was, did fiercely me engage:
But blessed Michael helped me, and I,
By dint of sword, did quickly make him fly;
Therefore to Him let me give lasting praise,
And thank and bless His holy name always.
We are not alone in the battle in which we are engaged and the Sword, the Word of God, will prove a trusty weapon able to put back even the fiercest of enemies who would draw our souls away from allegiance to Christ! Take heart and rejoice...!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Leisurely Woman's Daybook 9
Around the house...Unless Yahweh builds the house, they labor in vain who build it.
A favorite thing...The law of Your mouth is better to me than thousands of gold and silver pieces.
I am thinking...With Yahweh there is mercy and with Him is abundant redemption.
I am wearing...The king's daughter is all-glorious within, she shall be brought to the king in raiment of needlework.
I am hearing...God has spoken once, twice have I heard this: that power belongs to God. Also to You, Lord, belongs mercy.
I am thankful that...God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave, for He shall receive me.
Plans for my week...Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Derivative Thoughts on the Nature and Purpose of Work
The last thing I expected when I followed Reverend Galt's link to Matthew Crawford's NYTimes article, "The Case for Working with Your Hands," was to hear echoes of the great Christian thinker, Dorothy Sayers. But the connections were inescapable.
Mr. Crawford found himself as a highly-educated "knowledge worker," trapped in less-than-desirable conditions in which he was expected to "project an image of rationality, but not engage in too much actual reasoning," while he also underwent "a bit of moral re-education" which demanded that he suppress his innate sense of responsibility and integrity for the sake of meeting quotas and bolstering the company's bottom line.
Ms. Sayers' discontent stemmed largely from what she calls, "...the appalling squirrel cage of economic confusion...in which we landed ourselves by acquiescing in a social system based on Envy and Avarice," and in which "consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going."
On the surface, Crawford's arguments appear to be economic and practical, while Sayers' are overtly theological, yet their premises and conclusions run parallel on a number of levels and both authors support the overarching belief that: Work has intrinsic value which is not attached to, derived from, or measured by its monetary profitability.
Sayers:" The habit of thinking about work as something one does to make money is so ingrained in us that we can scarcely imagine what a revolutionary change it would be to think about it instead in terms of the work done."
The foundational value of work is not bound up in profit, but rather in man's creation as an Imager of God. Again from Sayers: "[Work] should be looked upon - not as a necessary drudgery to be undergone for the purpose of making money, but as a way of life in which the nature of man should find its proper exercise and delight and so fulfill itself...it should, in fact, be thought of as a creative activity undertaken for the love of the work itself; and that man, made in God's image, should make things as God makes them, for the sake of doing well a thing that is well worth doing."
Both Crawford and Sayers assert that the primary motivation for work should be that it provides satisfaction and delight. One way to make that true, is by directing people toward careers that fit their interests, talents and abilities.
Crawford: "...maybe it isn't true that all 18-year-olds need to be imparted with a sense of panic about getting into college (though they certainly need to learn). Some are hustled off to college, then to the cubicle, against their own inclinations and natural bents, when they would rather be learning to build or fix things. When we praise people who do work that is straightforwardly useful, the praise often betrays an assumption that they had no other option. But what if such work answers as well to a basic human need of the one who does it? A gifted young person who chooses to become a mechanic rather than to accumulate academic credentials is viewed as eccentric, if not self-destructive. Because the work is dirty, many people assume it is also stupid."
Sayers: "At present we have no clear grasp of the principle that every
man should do the work for which he is fitted by nature. The employer is
obsessed by the notion that he must find cheap labor and the worker by the
notion that the best paid job is for him. Only feebly, inadequately, and
spasmodically do we ever attempt to answer the question from the other end and
inquire: What type of worker is suited to this type of work? [Thus] the right men
and women are persistently thrust into the wrong jobs."
Another consideration for ensuring that work is satisfying and delightful is to make the work itself worthwhile.
Crawford: When hired to write abstracts for magazines and professional/academic journals, Crawford's experience was that the work and the product were valueless. He was taught that there's a method needs to be applied and that this can be done without understanding the text [which he was summarizing]. “I felt trapped in a contradiction: the [quotas] and fast pace demanded complete focus on the task yet that pace also made real concentration impossible. I had to actively suppress my own ability to think, because the more you think, the more the inadequacies in your understanding of the author's argument come into focus. To not do justice to an author who had poured himself into the subject at hand felt like violence against what was best in myself. I had to suppress my sense of responsibility to the article itself and to others - to the author as well as the hapless [readers] who might suppose that my abstract reflected the author's work.” He recounts incidents where co-workers intentionally sabotaged their abstracts in order to compensate for their boredom and feelings of being confined and stultified. "Everyone is highly concerned about economic growth on the one hand and unemployment on the other, but the character of the work doesn't figure much in public debate. On the nature of the job itself, the dominant political and economic paradigms are mute. Yet work forms us, and deforms us, with broad public consequences."
Sayers: "Work should be the full expression of the worker's faculties, the thing in which he finds spiritual, mental, and bodily satisfaction and the medium in which he offers himself to God.
No one is required by economic or any other considerations to devote himself to work that is contemptible, soul-destroying, or harmful.
We should ask of an enterprise, not 'will it pay?' but 'is it good?', of goods, not 'can we induce people to buy them?' but 'are they useful things well made?', of employment, not 'how much a week?' but 'will it exercise my faculties to the utmost?'"
But not only should the work itself not be demeaning or valueless, but the thing produced should be worthy as well.
Crawford decided to leave the cubicle life and open his own motorcycle repair shop, where he found great intellectual satisfaction in the necessary problem-solving, as well as delight and meaning in the product he produced.
Crawford: “Seeing a motorcycle about to leave my shop under its own power, several days after arriving in the back of a pickup truck, I don't feel tired even though I've been standing on a concrete floor all day. Peering into the portal of his helmet, I think I can make out the edges of a grin on the face of a guy who hasn't ridden his bike in a while. I give him a wave. With one of his hands on the throttle and the other on the clutch, I know he can't wave back. But I can hear his salute in the exuberant 'bwaaAAAP!' of a crisp throttle, gratuitously revved. That sound pleases me, as I know it does him. It's a ventriloquist conversation in one mechanical voice, and the gist of it is ‘Yeah!’"
Sayers: In a world where we thought more carefully about work, “We should fight tooth and nail...for the quality of the work that we had to do. We should clamor to be engaged in work that was worth doing, and in which we could take pride. The worker would demand that the stuff he helped to turn out would be good stuff. There would be protests and strikes not only about pay and conditions, but about the quality of the work demanded and the honesty, beauty, and usefulness of the goods produced. The greatest insult which a commercial age has offered to the worker has been to rob him of all interest in the end product of his work and to force him to dedicate his life to making badly things which were not worth making.”
The only Christian work is good work well done. For the Christian worker, his satisfaction comes, in godlike manner, from looking upon what he has made and finding it very good. The Church's approach to an intelligent carpenter is usually confined to exhorting him not to be drunk and disorderly in his leisure hours, and to come to church on Sundays. What the Church should be telling him is this: that the very first demand his religion makes upon him is that he should make good tables! As we are, so we make.
Finally, work is made satisfying and delightful in its social implications- that is, the way it builds community, bonding us to those from whom we learn and those whom we serve.
Crawford's foray into motorcycle repair taught him that it would probably be impossible to do such work in isolation, without access to a collective historical memory; you have to be embedded in a community of mechanic antiquarians. These relationships are maintained by telephone, in a network of reciprocal favors that spans the country. “My business is based entirely on word of mouth. I sometimes barter services with machinists and metal fabricators. This has a very different feel than transactions with money; it situates me in a community. The result is that I really don't want to mess up anybody's motorcycle or charge more than a fair price.”
Sayers' talks at length about the worker serving the work itself, not the community. Though it sounds odd at first, her point is that once you begin to do your work for the sake of pleasing others, the quality of the work suffers from a false focus, you begin to feel that others "owe" you something for your pains, or you end up merely filling a public demand without regard for the quality of the thing produced. The only true way of serving the community is to be truly in sympathy with the community, to be oneself a part of the community, and then to serve the work without giving the community another thought. Then the work will endure, because it will be true to itself. It is the work that serves the community; the business of the worker is to serve the work.
The conclusion: Work has intrinsic value and can be made satisfying and delightful for the worker by fitting the work to the worker, making both the work itself and the goods it produces worthwhile, and by attaching ourselves to a community via our work.
I have only extracted small nuggets of truth from Mr. Crawford and Miss Sayers, and I highly encourage you to read both intelligent, thorough, and thought-provoking essays in their entirety! Sayers' essay "Why Work?" can be found in a compilation of her essays titled, Letters to a Diminished Church, or in the link provided.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Curiosities
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Wordsmith Wednesdays
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
AQI: Because You Care
Ever notice, as you're speeding along on the freeway, the AQI indicators parked along the side of the road? What, you ask, is an AQI indicator? You know...that guilt-inducing mobile unit that announces to you - now that you're halfway to work already - that the Air Quality Index (AQI) today is RED and you should be carpooling so that all the elderly, the children and the asthmatics don't die on account of your reckless, self-absorbed, single-passenger, behavior? Yeah...that thing.
