Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Wordsmith Wednesday

Are "if" and "whether" grammatically interchangeable?

No, actually they are not, though many of us use them as though they are.  The error is one-sided.  We often use "if" when we should use "whether."  Some grammar sites set up a half dozen rules about when to use which one, but it really isn't that complicated.

Use "if" when specifying a condition.

Use "whether" when specifying an alternative or a choice.

That's it.  It really is that simple.

1)  Let me know if you are spending the night at Caleb's house.

2) When will you decide if you are attending the concert?
 
3)  Call me if you decide to spend the night at Caleb's house.

 
In each of the first two sentences, no condition is  being set forth, but an alternative is.  

"Let me know whether or not you are spending the night at Caleb's house" is what we mean.  The "or not" alternative is implied.   

Likewise with #2: "When will you decide whether or not you will attend the concert?"

#3?  Now there we have a condition.  I don't mean call me "whether or not" you decide.  An "if/then" condition has been established.  If you decide, then call.

So...IF we make the alternative clear then our choice is easier.  WHETHER OR NOT we make the alternative explicit, we have to train ourselves to choose the right word!

If you find that it takes you too long to determine whether a condition or an alternative is being offered, mentally throw in the "or not" with whether.  That only takes a millisecond and if it works, then "whether" is the correct choice!  And it almost always is...

Whether you like it or not, I'll be paying attention.  If you don't like it, then feel free to say so!

Course He Isn't Safe...

But He's Good.  

No modern has said it better than Lewis did with those words in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.


Tonight's thunderstorms have been especially long and powerful.  As I sat on the porch feeling the massive voice of God shake the whole house...as I watched his arrows of lightning reveal what the darkness was hiding...I couldn't help but notice that all the while, the gracious, life-giving rain was also falling steadily.  Even in the midst of storm and terror, He sends tokens of His kindness.  

Storms are dangerous  and sometimes terror-inducing.  An exposed and fragile flower can be beaten down by the severity of the wind and rain...its head bowed all the way to the ground in submission or defeat, but inevitably the sun shines again and the rain that accompanied the storm, along with the light of the sun causes its head to raise again...its roots to extend deeper into the ground so that it is more firmly planted.  It grows stronger and bears fruit.  

How like our God, isn't it?  To bring life from death...to lift up our heads...to preserve us throughout the storm and to send His life-giving warmth and presence when they have passed.  "Course He isn't safe...but He's good.  He's the King, I tell you!"

"Oh how manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all."  Psalm 104 

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Weight of Glory


From CS Lewis's essay:

...that is enough to raise our thoughts to what may happen when the redeemed soul, beyond all hope and nearly beyond belief, learns at last that she has pleased Him whom she was created to please. There will be no room for vanity then. She will be free from the miserable illusion that it is her doing. With no taint of what we should now call self-approval she will most innocently rejoice in the thing that God has made her to be, and the moment which heals her old inferiority complex for ever will also drown her pride deeper than Prospero’s book. Perfect humility dispenses with modesty. If God is satisfied with the work, the work may be satisfied with itself; “it is not for her to bandy compliments with her Sovereign.” I can imagine someone saying that he dislikes my idea of heaven as a place where we are patted on the back. But proud misunderstanding is behind that dislike. In the end that Face which is the delight or the terror of the universe must be turned upon each of us either with one expression or with the other, either conferring glory inexpressible or inflicting shame that can never be cured or disguised. I read in a periodical the other day that the fundamental thing is how we think of God. By God Himself, it is not! How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important. Indeed, how we think of Him is of no importance except in so far as it is related to how He thinks of us. It is written that we shall “stand before” Him, shall appear, shall be inspected. The promise of glory is the promise, almost incredible and only possible by the work of Christ, that some of us, that any of us who really chooses, shall actually survive that examination, shall find approval, shall please God. To please God...to be a real ingredient in the divine happiness...to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son—it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is.

Read the essay in its entirety here.

Musical Monday: First Aid Kit

Thanks to my friend, Rachel, for the intro to this female duo:




Monday, August 27, 2012

Monday, August 13, 2012

Musical Monday: Psalm 121

A beautiful rendition of Psalm 121 - a Psalm of Ascent:


By: Gloria Dei Cantores

Monday, August 6, 2012

Be Angry...and Sin Not

A great clamor has arisen over the recent public sin of Jack Schaap, deposed pastor of First Baptist Church, Hammond, Indiana.  I know mine is  rather insignificant in the sea of voices, but I feel compelled to speak.  

I am thoroughly outraged by those who claim that this is nothing more than a mortal man who fell prey to temptation.  Forgive and forget.  Move on.  

I am equally outraged by many who are gloating over Schaap's fall, who are delighting in his demise, and who are mocking the grief of FBC's congregants.  

I don't belong in either camp.  Yet I can sympathize with folks in both because I have belonged to both camps at one time or another, and honestly, even now I find myself vacillating at times between the two.   Here is my perspective, for what it's worth.

I am a sinner.  Not just your average, run-of-the-mill sinner who sometimes speaks impatiently to my children, or selfishly demands my own way, or who doesn't serve my neighbor when it's inconvenient.   No.  It's far beyond that.  "I am a sinner" is more than an intellectual statement of faith for me...it is a felt truth.  For the sake of my sons, who may one day read my blog (and who will eventually know of my sins...just not through this venue!), I won't disclose my particular sins here.  But, suffice it to say, they span most of my adult years and they cover a wide gamut of jaw-dropping, gut-wrenching wanderings that, if known, would cause some to cast me off.   Please, don't sit and speculate about what those sins might be...that's not the point.  The point is, I have known great sin.  I have cried out in abject despair with the Psalmist, "...my sins have taken such hold upon me that I am not able to look up.  They are more in number than the hairs of my head and my heart has failed me!  O Lord, let it be thy pleasure to deliver me; make haste, O Lord, to help me.  I am weary of my groaning; every night I wash my bed and water my couch with my tears.  Save me, O Yahweh, for the waters are coming even unto my soul!  Deliver me from my persecutors for they are too strong for me!" (Psalms 40, 6, 69 - Coverdale Translation)

When once...or more than once...you have found yourself in that pit, covered with shame, unable to save yourself, crying out for mercy, you can never EVER view anyone else's sin in the same way.  When you have seen the frailty and rebellion of your own heart and yet find yourself rescued by the grace of God, you will be unable to delight in the fall of any other human being.  Your heart will be filled with sorrow, with compassion, with empathy, and with prayer for the sinner and everyone who has been devastated by his sin.  

From this vantage point, I empathize with Mr. Schaap.  I grieve for his wife.  I grieve for his congregation.  I grieve for his children.  I grieve for him and for the burdens of guilt and shame that he will carry for a very long time.  I grieve for that young girl who is likely devastated by her own shame and loss and sin.  I grieve for all those who looked to him as an example, because even though I think they shouldn't have, or even though I think their admiration was mindless and idolatrous...the truth is, they have still been devastated.  Their faith is being sorely tried.  They are asking hard questions about the sovereignty of God, about His goodness, about His church, about sin and evil.  HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN and WHERE WERE YOU?  What is true?  Whom can I trust?  This devastation is designed to lead all who are broken-hearted to the feet of Christ  to acknowledge His supremacy, to abandon all our forms of idolatry, to remember that man is but dust, to humble ourselves, to seek His redemption in its fullest sense, to mourn, to repent, to cry out for mercy, and to wait for Him to raise us up again. 

This situation also calls us to examine our own hearts and lives...to be honest before the Lord about our own temptations and sins...to be transparent with others about our weaknesses...to ask for help before it's too late...to acknowledge and repent of our own arrogance toward a brother who sins...to learn what it means to "restore a fallen brother in the spirit of meekness, considering ourselves, lest we also be tempted."   

BUT...(did you know that was coming?)...

BUT...I would also suggest that there is more here than meets the eye, as is evidenced by the furor of many former members who experienced similar sins in this church's past.  Yes, man is man in every era, so in that sense, we should not be surprised when any man in any church in any era is overtaken in a fault.  But this church and school system have a history that makes this latest incident even more disturbing.  There are, as the law would call them, aggravating circumstances that elevate the grossness of this sin.  

The first aggravating circumstance is created by the sermons issuing forth from the FBC pulpit.  They are fraught with arrogance, with denigration of women, with self-righteousness, with way too many sexual references (both implicit and explicit), with a sickening tone of false-piety, with distortions of The Scriptures and The Gospel.   Pharisaism is rampant.  I am speaking as an outsider now, but I was once fully-integrated into this body that some call a cult.   I was once filled with the same sense of self-righteous indignation at others' "sins."  I even - to my great shame - reported those whom I caught committing  the grave sins of wearing slacks (gasp!) or going to a movie (horrors!).  I am mocking myself, but seriously, folks.  Because I submitted to what the church leaders taught, I BELIEVED that these were sinful behaviors and that one could not be a Christian and do such vile acts.  I am 100% serious.  This is the form of legalism that dominates this place and once I broke free from it, I realized how very false and unbiblical it is...how much it violates the freedom and grace of The Gospel...how utterly absurd and ridiculous it is!    The problem is, there remains at FBC a prevailing sense of spiritual superiority and a deep running pride that permeates Schaap's sermons and that needs to be purged.  Not only is that pride ungodly, it is absolutely unjustified.  

It is unjustified because of this second aggravating circumstance.  While girls who wore slacks, or boys who held a girl's hand, or kids who went to the theater were punished...yes, I said punished (spanked at school, given "demerits", publicly called out and humiliated, etc.)...when sinful, immoral, Commandment-breaking behavior was discovered among the school or church male leadership, it was ignored.  Diminished.  Swept under the rug.  Our family was forced out in order to shut us up...like others before and after us.  

Now, let me be quick to say this.  I have had no personal contact with Jack or Dave Hyles since we left Hammond.  I have visited Dave's Facebook page and, quite honestly, it seems that he has genuinely repented and has found in Christ the mercy we all desperately seek.  He appears to be a grace-filled man who is gentle and godly in his speech and in his thoughts and in his response to others who are not so gracious toward him.  It's possible that he belongs to the Lord and has been redeemed.  NONE OF US IS BEYOND REDEMPTION.   However, it seems to me that the Hyles men never quite understood the destructive nature of their actions.  The consequences, the hurt, the pain, the humiliation CONTINUE, in large part, I believe, because there has not been private and/or public repentance, restitution, and restoration offered to the many, many girls who were violated during their reign.  I think this is a necessary step that would result in much good for the Kingdom of God.  Every single girl who was victimized on any level NEEDS to hear Dave say, "I violated you.  I robbed you of your innocence.  I used my position of power to seduce you.  In doing so, I misrepresented Christ to you and I am sorry...for all I stole, for the hurt, the humiliation, the confusion, etc."  I believe that sincere, personal apologies would provide the possibility of healing for most, if not all, of those young women (now middle-aged women) who were denied the dignity of an acknowledgement or an apology in the past.    

And then, because Jack is dead, I think a representative of the church - in his stead - ought to make a public acknowledgment and apology for all the past sins that he actively hid in order to protect himself, his son, and other men in power.   This would be a compelling testimony to the integrity of The Body of Christ, a  much-needed validation of the wrongs done to the victims themselves, and it might even repair some of the collateral damage to the families and friends of the victims.  I'm not talking about a "PR" statement in order to "save face."  I'm talking about a humble apology from someone in authority who recognizes and enters into the deep grief caused by this organization and its leaders in the past...who offers no excuse, no justification, no softening of the facts.  Just a truthful, from-the-heart, meaningful public apology. 

As I listened to the FBC service from Wednesday night, I actually heard one of the men who has been there for 30+ years say, "This church has been a safe place for young people for decades," and I wanted to scream, "LIAR!!  LIAR!!  STOP THE LIES!  YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE!"  There is no reason to perpetuate that myth.  That public lie cuts to the heart of every girl who was pursued or violated by a man in a position of authority.  It, AGAIN, declares that what happened to them either "didn't really happen" or "it didn't matter."  And let me tell you.  It mattered.  It STILL matters.  These women matter.  AND SO DOES THE NAME OF CHRIST, which has been blasphemed because of the hypocrisy and deceit.

Besides the offering of personal apologies from Dave (or other offenders), and apologies from the church's leadership, the church needs to humbly and thoughtfully examine its view of women.  I know the view I was given of myself as a woman and of my position of subservience in relation to men.  I was taught that my role was one of silence and unquestioning submission.  The intensity of that teaching and its form have escalated over the years because recent sermons I have heard from Jack Schaap are even more offensive and hateful and ungodly than anything I remember hearing while growing up there.  His view of women is nauseating.  His view of the superiority of men is even more nauseating.  FBC needs to search the Scriptures from outside of their presuppositions and let the Spirit of God open their eyes to their errors.   

Because of the arrogance and false piety, because of the history of abuse at FBC, and because of the unbiblical, hateful view of women, I believe this new situation ought to arouse our indignation.  I believe that both we and they should shine the light of truth into every corner and expose all the deeds of darkness.  We and they must not take this lightly.  It cannot be treated as a normal case of a brother who fell and needs to be restored.

And that leads me to the other aggravating circumstance, which is this: Jack Schaap didn't "have an affair" with another woman.  Jack Schaap, age 54, had sex with a 16-year-old girl who was under his authority and under his counsel.  He is old enough to be her grandfather and he held sway over her in a position of power and authority.  If you, for one moment want to equate the two, think of any 54-year-old man you know and any 16-year-old girl you know and let that sharpen your perspective.  It is a grotesque violation.  It is abusive.  It doesn't matter one whit what the "legal age of consent" is in Indiana (abortion is legal too...that doesn't make it ethical or moral or right!).  She was a tender sheep in his flock who needed wise shepherding...and this is what she got?  God help that child.

Before I shift gears and say this next thing, let me be very clear, in case I haven't been clear enough yet.  I HATE what has happened at FBC...then AND now.  I HATE the misuse of authority...I HATE the violation of innocent young women...I HATE the covering of sin in order to retain power...I HATE the pretense that holiness prevails when known wickedness is brewing underneath the surface.  I despise all of that.  

BUT...(yep, there's another but...)

BUT...while I understand the anger of so many who experienced the sins and hypocrisies of FBC in the past, I am truly appalled at the venomous speech spewing from the mouths of professing Christians.  Don't shut me out yet.  I too am VERY angry.  I too have had a wide range of memories and emotions stirred up by the recent news.  I too am thoroughly disgusted by the fact that this is STILL happening.  I, like many others, am fed up and want to see the past and the present remedied in righteous ways, even if that means the end of FBC!  I get it.  I do.  The anger, the demands, the drudging up of the unresolved past...these things are largely appropriate and necessary!  

But we cannot resort to personal hatred.  We can and should pray the imprecatory Psalms...that the enemies of God would be put to shame, whoever they might be in this situation.  But we should also pray for complete and full repentance for everyone involved.  We should not delight in their suffering.  We should long for them to experience the same mercy and grace of which we have been made partakers.  We have to find a way to hold both in hand...the righteous anger and the demand that everything be laid bare and finally dealt with must be held in tandem with the reality of man's fallenness.  

There is David, after all.  (I am NOT saying that J.S. is a David...but truth is, I don't KNOW who he is and what is in his heart right now.)  Remember, David took advantage of a woman who was also under his care...he misused his authority over her...when he was done with her, he was willing to cast her aside... he made heroic attempts to hide his sin...when that didn't work, he resorted to murder.  That's about as low as a soul can go, people.  And we know from David's response to Nathan, that he was willing to arrogantly and harshly judge his fellow man for stealing another man's sheep, in spite of his own, more heinous sin. 

But we also know that when confronted, he repented. It appears that he grieved deeply and for a long, long time over his sin.  And of course, he and others suffered many consequences for many years.

My point?  Let's not embody the arrogance we despise.  Let's not rejoice in Schaap's fall.  Let's not fill our hearts and mouths with venomous, vengeful speech.  Let's speak the truth.  Let's express righteous anger (which doesn't have to be passive or timid!).  Let's turn up the light and the heat so that all remaining corruption is brought into the open.  But let's stop short of setting ourselves up as "better than."  Let's not add to the shame of Christ by calling for castration or his rape in prison.  Let's remember who we are and whom we represent.  Let's offer love and rebuke and encouragement and truth where it's needed.  Let's pray for those who have been despitefully used.  Let's pray for courage and wisdom for the men in leadership, who appear - for the first time in FBC history - willing to bring justice and restore the honor of Christ and His church.  Let's pray for all whose faith and lives have been crushed by Schaap's sin.  Let's pray for righteous judgment to be meted out.  Let's pray for healing for that young lady-child.  Let's actually attempt to reflect the character of the One whose name we claim.  Be angry...and sin not.

Feel free to comment and give your perspective, but I ask that you forego profane, hateful, or rude comments or sordid details that don't need to be aired in this particular forum.  I apologize if my own commentary has been hurtful to anyone.  That is not my intent.  

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Paleo Schmaleo!

Until Monday, I had resisted the "incredibly strong temptation" posed by the ever-popular, paleo phenomenon known as KALE.


OK.  I confess.  There was actually ZERO temptation value.  I had no desire whatsoever to try it...primarily because it is all the rage in the Paleo way of eating (which, by the way, I eschew for the simple reason that it is based on a highly-flawed philosophy, in my opinion...well, OK...the real reason is because they ban a soul from CREAM and BUTTER BACON...my dietary staples!!!)

Anyhow.  I saw a large bag of kale in the grocery store on Monday and decided to give it a go IN SPITE OF its trendy popularity.  Basically, it tastes like bitter cabbage, but I'm OK with that.  One time, I smothered it in Asiago Peppercorn dressing...another time in lemon juice, white wine vinegar, salt, and Splenda...but my favorite version was this rebellious NON-PALEO concoction:

Saute red onion in bacon grease until slightly tender.

Add kale to skillet and continue to sauté until dark green, but still somewhat firm.

Add crumbled bacon and pepper jack cheese.

Stir.  Eat.  YUM.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Dinner for One

Keepin' it simple...but delicious...AND low carb.


1 Tilapia fillet - brown in butter just until done

Shred with fork.

Douse heavily with lime juice and Splenda.

EAT.

Really?












Monday, July 23, 2012

Musical Monday: Long Tall Texan

Of course, the final version is my favorite, but I find it fascinating how a song like this can span so many decades and genres.   Give each version 30 seconds or so (if you can't tolerate all 4 in their entirety) but listen to Lyle's version all the way through! 







Monday, July 16, 2012

Musical Monday: Alabama Shakes

I must acknowledge my friend, Annie, who introduced me to Alabama Shakes back in November before they hit it big.  She's a genius, that Annie.  They have a soulful, bluesy sound from days gone by and yet they're imminently hip.

So here's a little song they perform in a coat closet...yeah...a coat closet.  Raw, unproduced, pure music.  Enjoy.
Boys & Girls



Oh why can't we be
Best friends anymore?
They say a friend
Ain't to be
Between a girl and a boy.
I don't know who said it
Or why it got to be so wrong

Oh why don't you call?
Don't you care anymore?
It's not fair;
Don't let 'em get you.
It took us both and now I got to fix you -
Well I don't know how to fix you.
They say it's just the way it's gonna be, but how so?

Why
Is an awful lot of question,
And I can't give me no answer
I keep wondering on.

Oh why can't you see
That I'm not trying to be
No kind of bother?
I'm just trying to save what was left between you and me
And where we left it before they took it
And took it all
And took off.

Oh why did I let them drive a wedge between?
Well I watched it, and I didn't say nothing
And now I'm crying when I sleep.
Now I'm sayin', I'm prayin', to that sweet melody in my soul.

Why
Is an awful lot of question,
And I can't give me no answer
I keep wondering on.

I wanna know, who said it

Well who said that, oh Lord?

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Bacon Cups

My friend, Meha, posted a link to a recipe for Bacon Bowls tonight...and I couldn't wait to try them.  So...I didn't!  Wait, that is. 


Not Martha offers a helpful demonstration on forming the bowls.  Because my only muffin tin is a mini, I decided to make little appetizer size cups instead of big bowls.   Forming them was a bit high-maintenance.  I didn't use foil...I draped 2 pieces (1/3 of a slice each piece) across the bottom of the tin...then baked them for 25 minutes total...checking on them every few minutes to make sure they were holding their shape...re-forming them when necessary.

When they looked nearly done, I removed the little cups from the back of the pan, flipped it over and put each cup into one of the muffin tins, squishing it down until it formed a deeper cup.  I then cooked them for an additional 5 minutes.

I let them cool a couple minutes in the pan, then removed them to a paper towel.  I filled them as follows:

1)  Hard-boiled egg with mayo - it was quite good, but may have been improved with the addition of some chipotle, which I was OUT OF for the first time in 6 years!!  (My food photography skills stink...and I've never been good at making beautiful food...so you'll have to take my word for it when I say these are a lot more tasty than they LOOK in these pics!)


2)  Shredded Beef with Summer Marinade - very good.   I think it would be even better with a slice of rare tenderloin and some horseradish.  Mmmm.


3) 3-4 chocolate chips in the bottom, with hot caramel poured over the top and a little Sea Salt to top it all off  Ecstasy.  Pure ecstasy.  


I am going to work on perfecting the bowl part and finding a simpler method.  I'll let you know what I come up with!

In the meantime, give it a go!  You won't regret it...

Friday, July 13, 2012

Are you KIDDING Me?!

As we sat in a crowded license office today, waiting for our number to be called, Eric reminded me of his intention to drive up to St. Charles tonight and watch his friend, Noah, perform in Music Man.   I made the mistake of actually THINKING about that reality: my baby is driving off alone...on the freeway...at night...on a Friday when the crazies are out...to an area with which he is unfamiliar.

You'd think I'd know by now not to go there.  Because you KNOW what follows those thoughts.  Random images flashed through my mother's mind - crumpled vehicles...sirens...coffins... - all in a matter of seconds before I could stop the flow.  Well, I didn't stop them quickly enough.  I teared up.  To make it worse, Eric saw me!  He put his arm around me and assured me, "I'll be fine, Mom."  And, of course, that sweet gesture ramped up the whole teary-eyed thing into an all-out cry thing.  Are you KIDDING me?!?!  Nice, Lori.  Nice.  Way to be a reasonable grown up.  Way to humiliate your son in front of 73 strangers! 

Only, you know what?  He wasn't humiliated.  He was sensitive and sweet and I THINK he recognized that I love him.  I had to laugh at myself and then told him, "I'll be fine...I did this when you went to Kindergarten too...and there was relatively little possibility that Kindergarten would end in death or dismemberment."

And now we're back home.  Well, not really.  I'M home.  He's already left for his first solo adventure.  And so it begins...   

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Wordsmith Wednesday

It's been a while since I've blogged a Wordsmith post.   Five months, to be a little more precise.   I think it's about time. 

I was asked recently - in the middle of a party - if there is a difference between historic and historical.   Without giving the question any thought, I popped off, "Not really.  They're both adjectives and therefore can be used interchangeably."   Another voice in the crowd contradicted mine, but I paid little attention and we all moved on.

However, on our drive home, I began thinking about the two words and decided that I had answered carelessly and probably wrongly because, even though they share a common etymology and are often used interchangeably, each has a unique denotation which calls for a more precise use.

Historical is an adjective which primarily means "related to history".  It is used to communicate that this particular person, place, event, or idea, has ties to the past.  Simple as that.  

Mark Twain is an important historical figure in Missouri.

The Eugene Field house is a historical site with which all Missourians should be familiar.

Whereas, historic is an adjective which primarily means "having significance".   It is used to communicate that this particular person, place, event, or idea, is of great importance.

On July 20, 1969, we sat glued to our televisions as a historic event unfolded before our eyes.

Students should memorize their native country's most historic speeches.

Another issue often arises when these two words are used...whether to use "a" or "an" before them.  The common rule is that "a" is used before nouns whose initial phoneme is a consonant: a book, a ukelele, a coat, a photo, a ship; while "an" is used before words whose initial phoneme is a vowel: an island, an elephant, an orange, an umbrella, an hour, etc. 

Under these rules, we should always use "a" before both adjectives, since both begin with a consonant sound.  Because I've heard highly-educated folks say, "an historic occasion," I wondered if these words called for an exception.  As it turns out, they don't.  Confusion has arisen because the British tend to silence the "h" when pronouncing these words, which changes them from an initial consonant phoneme to an initial vowel phoneme.  So, if you're British, or if you drop the "h" sound for some other random reason, then you must use "an" instead of "a".    Otherwise, THE ORIGINAL RULE APPLIES!

Monday, July 9, 2012

Musical Monday: Mumford & Sons



And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Thing 3



Thing 3:  Err on the Side of Grace

If...no, let me rephrase that...WHEN you wonder whether you're being too hard on your child, whether your expectations are reasonable, whether you should crack down or lighten up, I would encourage you - when you're uncertain - to always err on the side of grace and compassion.    While that may sound obvious and lovely (who doesn't want to be compassionate and generous?), the reality is that it will often require Herculean patience, great inconvenience, and will sometimes even require you to absorb your child's forgetfulness or willfulness or irresponsibility.  It may result in some public humiliation for you as well!  (whose child has not embarrassed them publicly: "I didn't TEACH them to be that way...REALLY!!")


Whether the issue is breaking your child of a habit (thumb-sucking, tantrums, etc.), or creating a new habit (toilet training, bed-making, etc.), or refining a skill (piano, cleaning their room, etc.), following the family rules (curfew, schoolwork, etc.), living faithfully within the household or community or church, developing needed personal discipline...regardless of the issue...strive to be full of generosity and grace.  


I am not suggesting you let your children be unruly, undisciplined, wild little hellions.  Not at all.  In fact, I am quite a proponent of order and self-control and obedience, which is the reason this has been a hard lesson for me to learn!  I am suggesting that it sometimes seems easier to achieve a desired outcome by enforcing strict punishments and consequences.  Yet overly harsh responses, demands, and expectations can be burdensome to our children and create hard hearts or conforming perfectionists.  


Sometimes a hard line is called for and is absolutely needed, but toughness should not be our default mode.  If instead, we reserve those tough actions for the situations when they are really necessary, they will have a greater impact.  In the meantime, we do well to remind ourselves of our own frequent failings and the unprecedented long-suffering that Christ extends to us in our frailty and even in our stubborn rebellion.  


Parent in such a way that your children expect understanding and grace from you.   "But they might take advantage of me!"  Indeed, they may.  Just as we sometimes think lightly of God's mercies to us.  In the long run, they, like we, will begin to recognize the beauty of grace and will begin to live in gratitude for it.   They will know they are loved.  They will know how to receive the grace of Christ.  They will know how to extend the same grace, mercy, and love to those around them.  


That's it folks.  That's all I've got.  Three things.  Done.