Thursday, October 18, 2007

Is Reform Possible?


As the population of South FL has increased over the past several years, we have been forced to deal with the issue of gators and humans co-existing in harmony. We have been told that the reason the gators are so aggressive is because they associate humans with food. It's not that they really want to eat us, they are just so anxious to get the treat that we are holding out to them. The fact that we lose an arm just for trying to be kind is our fault. This year the hunters were allowed to kill an alarming number of gators in order to provide a safer environment for the humans. Here in HS we are opting for a softer approach. We have started the Gator Social Reform Society. Our main goal is to socialize these gators to the point where they are able to function normally in our society. The dear lady you see pictured here is our pilot project. When we found her she would snap at anything that came near, it was a real job to get her to put some clothes on. We would have gone for something a little less dated, but you should see the figure we had to work with. The hair was added to soften her appearance, I thought a lovely chestnut brown would have been very becoming, but after seeing Ethan there was no convincing her that red was not her color. She has only tried to eat me once, I was running late and Winn-Dixie had already given away the outdated meat we had been feeding her. We really are not sure what to do about her skin issues, we may try Lubriderm. We have taken her to church a few times but people tend to shy away from her. Maybe a manicure would help to ease every one's nerves during the shaking hands part of the service. Voice lessons have gone over big with her, I mean this girl can sing. The problem is that it is a bit disconcerting to watch her. Overall the project is going as well as expected. If anyone is interested in becoming a part of our organization, just let me know. One day we may be maimed heroes.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Flight Tracking

Harold is up in the air today. I thought that there might be some aviation enthusiasts out there who would like to track his route. Go to flightaware.com
Type N300MF for the tail # and you will be able to see where he is.
Enjoy Tim.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Retreat

This past weekend was the annual retreat for the young married couples of our church. We have recently split into two groups, one for over 35 and one for under 35. Since Harold teaches Sunday School we don't get to participate in the weekly gathering of either group, but we still like to be a part of the social activities when possible. Since I am nearing 35, and we have good friends on both sides it has been hard for us to decide which group we belong with. Therefore we have become "wafflers". The older group changed their name from YAMS to ACTS, which was a very good decision. The first retreat with the new name was addressing what the acronym stands for. Active Christians in Today's Society. Since we have had so many discussions in the blog world on the subject of evangelism I was eager to hear some different views on it. Dr. Dan Glick was the special speaker. He spent a lot of time talking about how important pre-evangelism is in today's society where relativism is so rampant. We can no longer just present the Gospel to people and expect them to believe. First we have to convince them of moral absolutes and what their basis is. Harold was reminded of this article that we had both read some time ago. I thought I would share it, as it is a though provoking read. I am not advocating everything in it, just sharing it.



Exploring a Parallel Universe
Philip Yancey, November 2005

For almost ten years, I have participated in a book group comprising people who attended the University of Chicago. Mostly we read current novels, with a preference for those authors (Philip Roth, Saul Bellow, J. M. Coetzee) who have a connection with the school. The group includes a Marxist-leaning professor of philosophy, a childhood-development specialist, a pharmaceutical researcher, a neurologist, and an attorney.

I marvel in our meetings at how the same book can evoke radically different responses. Yet after navigating a sea of ideas, the living room conversations almost always drift back to political issues. Though I live in a red state, all but one of my book buddies are liberal Democrats—the sole exception being a libertarian who opposes nearly all government.

The group views me as a window to a parallel universe. "You know evangelicals, right?" I nod yes. "Can you explain to us why they are so opposed to homosexuals getting married?" I do my best, but the arguments I cite from leading evangelicals make little sense to this group.

After the 2004 election, the Marxist professor launched into a tirade against "right-wing evangelicals." "They're motivated by hate—sheer hate!" he said. I suggested fear as a possible alternative, fear of changes in a society that is moving in a troubling direction. "No, it's hate!" he insisted, uncharacteristically raising his voice and turning red in the face.

"Do you personally know any 'right-wing evangelicals'?" I asked. "Not really," he admitted a little sheepishly, though he said he had known many in his youth.

I have learned from this group how threatening religion can seem, especially to those who see themselves as a minority of agnostics in a land of belief. They tend to regard evangelicals as morals police determined to impose their ideas of proper behavior on people who do not share their beliefs.

Visiting another city a few months ago, I met with three gay men who consider themselves Christians, attend church regularly, and take their faith seriously. They view the political landscape through the same lens as my reading group friends, though with a far more acute sense of alarm. "We feel like we're in the same situation as the Jews in the early days of Hitler's regime," said one. "We're trying to discern whether it's 1933 or 1939. Should we all flee to Canada now? It's obvious the country doesn't want us, and I believe most evangelicals would like to see us exterminated."

I responded with sheer incredulity. "How can you think such a thing! Homosexuals have more rights in this country than ever. And I don't know a single Christian who wants to have you exterminated." The three cited legislative efforts in several states to roll back rights granted homosexuals and gave me several pages of inflammatory rhetoric against homosexuals by prominent evangelical political activists.

I went away from that discussion with my head spinning, just as sometimes happens at the university reading group. How can people who inhabit the same society have such different perceptions? More ominously, what have we evangelicals done to make Good News—the very meaning of the word evangelical—sound like such a threat?

Only one person in the reading group has expressed interest in matters of faith. One evening Josh told us about his sister, now a conservative evangelical. She had been a drug addict, unable to hold a job or keep a marriage together. "Then one day she found Jesus," Josh said. "There's no other explanation. She changed from night to day."

Josh asked me to recommend some books by C. S. Lewis or someone else who could explain the faith in a way that he could understand. "My sister sends me Christian books, but they're totally unconvincing," he said. "They seem written for people who already believe them." I happily complied.

Reflecting on our conversation, I remembered a remark by Lewis, who drew a distinction between communicating with a society that hears the gospel for the first time and one that has embraced and then largely rejected it. A person must court a virgin differently than a divorcée, said Lewis. One welcomes the charming words; the other needs a demonstration of love to overcome inbuilt skepticism.

I thought, too, how tempting it can be—and how distracting from our primary mission—to devote so many efforts to rehabilitating society at large, especially when these efforts demonize the opposition. (After all, neither Jesus nor Paul showed much concern about cleaning up the degenerate Roman Empire.) As history has proven, especially in times when church and state closely mingle, it is possible for the church to gain a nation and in the process lose the kingdom.

Monday, October 8, 2007

My Daily Prayer For Grace





Have you ever seen a lizard have a nervous breakdown? I got to experience this phenomenon first hand last week. The boys filled up the wagon with soap and water and were just getting ready to scrub the first two lizards in their collection when I walked out the door. The poor little creatures were frantically trying to get away while bubbles dripped from their tails and gizzards. I tried to be patient as I emptied the wagon and tried to explain why we don't bathe lizards. I had already explained to Collin at least five times why we don't put lizards in plastic bags and freeze them. Don't ask me why he wanted to do this, I have no explanation. Shortly after this escapade was over Harold suggested that we go to the beach for the evening. Now those of you who know me well know that the beach is not my favorite place to take the boys simply because of the mess it creates in the car and house. But in the interest of being a good Mom, I consented. So after I changed them out of the stinky wet clothes they were wearing and into their swim shorts we piled into the van and headed for the beach. Now I will never understand how they managed to get sand from the top of their heads to the bottom of their feet, I mean their scalps were even covered. So we came back home with all our wet, sandy clothes and towels to pile in the washer on top of the already stinky wet ones. When I walked into the house and saw a snake on the floor I looked somewhat like the lizard that I had rescued earlier in the day. Okay, it was only a plastic one, but in the dimly lit house it took me off guard. By the time they were done in the bathroom it looked like the "sands of the sea" had all been deposited in my tub. Needless to say my patience was wearing thin. I was in the mood to fuss. Then Harold called me to computer to look at the pictures that I had taken that day. I quickly realized that I needed a new perspective. These aren't outlaws I am dealing with they are just little boys. How often have I overreacted to something that in the light of eternity really didn't matter. My hope is that God will give me wisdom to decipher between character flaws and childish curiosity. My daily prayer is for the "Grace", the courage to let little boys be little boys, to realize how fleeting the moments of childhood are. So if you see my boys covered with mud, swinging from the trees, or bathing lizards, they are not being neglected, they are just being little boys. Here are a few lines from a poem I recently read. I don't know who the author is, but her words spoke to my heart.

I Took His Hand and Followed

My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed,
Where his eager footsteps led.

Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little sons and I,
Exploring all the great outdoors,
Beneath the summer sky

That my house was neglected,
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth,
Will know or even care

But that I've helped my little boy,
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years the whole wide world,
May look and see and know.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Just A Few Pictures








I thought that I would take just a few moments at the end of this long day to share a few pictures. The wedding was beautiful. Anita actually watched it from England, so it may be in the archives on the church's web site. I will write more about it when I am get a little rested up. As you can see from the title my imagination is not working right now. Please enjoy!

Monday, September 24, 2007

A New Alligator Hunter


For over a year now the world has mourned the loss of the "Alligator Hunter". Many have given up hope of a new hero for the future. Alas friends I bring good news. Up through the mist of no-seeums a new hero is rising. As you can see he knows no fear. Eight teeth have been cut on gator hide and we are hoping for a few more to come through in the future.


Well, Starbucks won 9 to 4. The vote wasn't really fair since Harold voted for Dunkin Donuts three, maybe four times. As you can see he doesn't have a preference. The only conclusion I can come to is that my readers are somewhat more sophisticated than I. I guess that I should be flattered, thanks for condescending to read what I have to say.
Life is quite busy these days, as I'm sure all of you know. I worked Wed, Thurs, and Sat. nights last week. I looked in the mirror this morning and thought "that cream was supposed to have been proven to reduce the signs of aging". Oh well, nothing a few good nights of sleep won't cure. Ethan is doing well in 1st grade this year. Harold is very devoted to being the one to help him with his homework every night, and Ethan is thriving on all the special one on one time. Collin is loving school, he is developing quite a little social life. His teacher told me the other day "You were so worried about him, and he is doing fine". We are so thankful that we realized his hearing problems and were able to get help for him before school age. Landon is staying home helping me. He loves to wash dishes and dust, so I am utilizing that as much as possible. He told my Mom the other day "Maw maw, I think my wisdom teeth are loose". Dylan is growing like a weed. When most babies start pulling up and trying to walk the mothers are so proud. I keep saying "no, don't do that, you're too little". I know that I can't keep him a baby forever, but it doesn't stop me from trying. We are going into another busy week with a wedding at the end. I will try to post some pictures as soon as I can. Well I must go, my bed awaits.

I've been tagged. Thanks Misty. I posted my seven things on the sidebar. I will follow the example of Kimberly and Sonja, and not tag anyone myself. This is mostly due to the fact that most everyone has already been tagged and I feel like it would be rude of me to take the few that are left.

Monday, September 17, 2007

"Going To The Chapel"




On Sept. 29 our family will add a new member. Most of you will remember my niece Danielle. She was the flower girl in our wedding eleven years ago. It is hard to believe that she is now old enough to walk down the aisle herself. Her fiance's name is Sean Adams. They met last year through a mutual friend, and quickly realized that it was to be more than a friendship. Sean is a new Christian and it is so refreshing to see his hunger to know more about God. They are some of my boys favorite people. There is no end to the excitement in our house when Sean and Danielle come over.
As I said before the big day is Sept. 29. The preparations are well underway. Harold was very flattered to have been asked to be a groomsman. Ethan is the Bible Bearer and Collin is the Miniature Groom. We are all trying to help where we are needed, but keep Carla in your prayers as the brunt of the stress falls on her.

Last Thurs. night MaryEllen, Lenita, Jan, and I had the privelige of hosting the Bridal Shower. We were very sorry that Jan wasn't able to be there. I think it turned out very nice, and Danielle was overwhelmed with all the gifts.

Here all the ladies on Harold's side of the family, except for Kelly .

Danielle with a group of her closest friends.

Please keep them in your prayers as they make this lifelong commitment.