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Posted in Church God Faith
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Since our church did not have a formal meeting tonight, we were encouraged to have a home worship time. I made an outline that people could follow if they wanted guidance for their home worship. We changed writing a Psalm to writing a haiku because of the ages of the younger kids and the length of time it was all taking. Our haiku: Jesus
Holy Lamb of God removes the sin of the world Slain Lamb is Lion. Our favorite part was writing a song to the tune of The Addams family: Their acting sure is great They live in an old house They learn the Golden Rule When they are in homeschool The Cardwell family |
Posted in Family
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We have been talking in Sunday School about the differences in men and women, and how those differences affect the marriage relationship. One example is that women want men to understand their emotional response to a problem without rushing in to try to fix the problem. (For a better explanation, you can get the book For Men Only.) Jason explained it to the guys this way: If your wife sees something and she perceives that it is a bear, and she believes that bears eat people, her emotional response is fear. Now guys typically want to go out and shoot the bear OR convince her that no its a tree stump not a bear or guess what bears are herbivores and eat berries not people. But what she wants is for him to come sit and hold her hand and tell her he is sorry the bear frightened her, In other words, start with the emotional response, not with the problem. Sounds simple enough for us gals, but apparently this is mind boggling for the guys. So tonight I was
And in that statement, I knew he understood me. I knew he recognized my emotions even if he didn't understand or agree with them. And you know what, that was enough. |
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During their Bible lesson today, Jason asked the kids how we can know that what Jesus said about Himself is true, i.e. that He is the Son of God, He rose from the dead etc. Macy's answer: Because He never lies. Bad logic. Good theology. |
Here's what we did today. I didn't get a good one of Spenser or Reed. (We are part of a homeschool tennis group) Macy  Sydney |
Posted in Family Theatre
My family is deeply involved in the play Magician's Nephew at Family Theatre this month. Jason is directing, I am the stage manager, Spenser is doing lights, and the three girls are acting in it. it is double cast, and the girls are in the Saturday night cast. Here are some pics from the show:.jpg) This is one of the Aslans instructing Digory to go get an apple.  Digory being tempted by Jadis  Queen Jadis in the world of Charn.  Polly and Digory (Friday cast)  Aunt Letty  Aunt Letty  Promo Pic  Promo Pic  The Creatures of Narnia (Saturday cast, missing the bear and the beaver). Sydney is the purple unicorn, Macy is the little leopard.  Polly from the Friday cast getting a ring from Uncle Andrew  Reed as Polly, shushing Digory as he tries to tell her not to accept the ring  .jpg)  Uncle Andrew (he is the same actor both nights)  Digory and Polly  Temptation |
Posted in WFMW
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This site is great for helping young writers improve their writing skills. It forces them to think about their word choices, word order, and the flow of their writing. For other great ideas, check out Rocks in My Dryer |
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Beth Moore tells a story about a dog that her friend owned. The dog was pregnant, and a few weeks before delivery, she was in an unfortunate accident with a lawn mower. The vet had to remove her two back legs, but the puppies were still viable. The dog relearned how to walk-- dragging her hind legs behind her. The puppies were born and were in fine health. But when they learned to walk, they walked the same as their mom-- dragging their hind legs behind them. They were not lame, but they didn't know any better. That story made me weep. I couldn't shake the weight of that message-- my children will have the same struggles, the same weaknesses, the same lameness that I have. They will be crippled by the bad choices I make, the willful decisions I insist on, the horrible sins that I commit. Suddenly, the need for transformation becomes so much more apparent, so much more pressing, so.. immediate. Is there any hope? And I am reminded of the story of Mephibosheth. Mephibosheth was the grandson of Saul, the son of Jonathan. He was lame in both feet, wounded in a fall when the nurse who carried him ran away from the danger that threatened them. (2 Samuel 4) One day David asks is there anyone left in Saul's family that I can show kindness to on account of Jonathan? And he finds out that Jonathan, the friend of his youth, had a son. Mephibosheth. He was lame. Wounded, crippled, forgotten. But David showed him mercy, on account of his friend Jonathan. And we have a picture of the love of God, who shows us mercy on account of His Son, Jesus. He overlooks our guilt, He overlooks our lameness, and He invites us to dine at His table.
There is a song I love by Leeland that shares this message much better than I do. Carried to the Table Wounded and forsaken
My favorite line: And I don’t see my brokenness anymore |
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Shannon is having a haiku contest for Mother's Day and the prize is $1000. Here are three that my 13-year-old son wrote (about me). His inspiration was catching me singing a Miley Cyrus song. Note to self: Don't buy your teenager a phone with video capability or you will live to regret it: My mom likes to sing, My mom loves singing, Hannah Montana,
While he is somewhat annoyed by the fact that I can think of a song for practically every word in the English language (and sing them spontaneously without realizing it), if it means we win $1000 I think he will forgive me next time I burst into song. And I will forgive him for videoing me singing a Miley Cyrus song.
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So... we had some glitches yesterday morning during our worship service. Some of them were obvious, like mikes going out. Others were less apparent, like not repeating one of the choruses. Only the keen observer or those involved in the planning process would notice probably. But these little things can add up when you are aware of all of them and can be very frustrating. The worship team works very hard to plan a worship service that is meaningful and seamless and, um, worship-ful. And yet, things always happen. Annoying things. Technological things. Frustrating things. I liken a worship service to live theater in some ways. It is NOT a performance, unless you mean for an audience of One, but it does have some of the elements of a play. When you watch a movie, there are no glitches. That is because filming a movie has the benefits of retakes and extensive editing. But in a live play, there are no retakes, no do-overs, no edits. Lines are dropped, props are forgotten, scenery falls. Sometimes things get out of order. But that is also what makes it exciting and fresh and vital-- you never get the same show twice. It can be frustrating to the actors and director because little things happen and you never get a perfect show, but the audience often has no idea. They don't have a script. And they are willing to go along with the noticeable foibles because it is worth it. Friday and Saturday night at The Magician's Nephew, we had some glitches. A picture fell off the wall, a special effect failed to work, some sound cues were too loud, a few little people forgot their lines. But none of that diminished the power of the story, none of it negated the talent of those involved in the show. It's just part of it. It happens. Often. Maybe less often at more professional theaters, maybe not. I was at a show at the Springer where they warned the kids that there would be a gunshot sound effect and not to be alarmed. Guess what? No gun shot. I don't know what happened, but it didn't detract from the show. If they hadn't warned us ahead of time, I wouldn't have known it was missing. Obviously a worship service is much different than a play. It is eternally significant, whereas a play is just entertainment. And when we are involved in something of eternal significance, we don't want to look sloppy or half-hearted. We don't want to detract or distract from the message or the One whose message we are bringing. But I don't think we will ever have a perfect worship service, at least not on this earth. Things will always happen. But they should only serve to remind us that we are imperfect, fallen creatures in need of grace. Nothing we do will ever fully reflect His glory and His majesty and His perfection. Our worship will always be tainted by our humanness. We will never be good enough. But none of that can diminish the power of the story we are commanded to tell. God has chosen us, His jars of clay, to carry His message, to proclaim His glory, to tell his story, knowing that we would never get it exactly right. |