Sunday, February 26, 2006

Family Fun

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This has been a good week for me since I have been able to spend so much of it with family. On Wednesday my mom came to spend the night with us. We had fun staying up until midnight talking and playing Canasta. The next morning I had a flashback when my mom drove me to work since my car was in the shop. There is nothing like stepping out of your mom's van onto the steps of a middle school campus to make you feel like you are 13 again...

Yesterday Jake and Denea came over. We downloaded hundreds of her cds onto our mp3 player, played Risk, looked at pregnancy magazines, talked about the baby, and Denea cut my hair. At first I was a little nervous, but she assured me that she had done it once before. In the end, I think she did a great job so we decided that she would be my new hair stylist.

Today Landon's dad came over and spent the afternoon with us. We also went to visit Landon's grandpa. It's too bad that a certain someone who will remain nameless decided not to come. This person said that they were feeling lazy but we both know that she was just scared of a Canasta rematch.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Two Cultures Collide

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Image We are very excited to have one of our favorite stores come to town. We just never dreamed we would see the day! Stephenville is the Cowboy Capital of the world. We produce more milk than any other county in Texas and at least a fourth of the nation's famous bull riders call this town home. Here's a little restaurant background: a wonderful lunch spot that served Greek and Middle Eastern cuisine with baklava for dessert at very decent prices couldn't make it in this town because their name was Saffron Grill, but a place called Burger Joint in the same location has proven to be a hit. Tonight we went to pick up some tea for A. We buy drinks less often these days and opt for the tea, coffee, and syrup in bulk. It's much cheaper to buy it this way and go home and make it ourselves.

Anyway, next time you go to Starbucks, count the number of doolies (trucks with four back wheels), cowboy hats, and camo shirts. Then imagine the barista smiling across the counter and asking, "D' y'all wawnna pastray with yer cawfee?" We left cracking up! We'll see how this chain, often labeled in the camp with "liberals" and "tree-huggers," holds up in a town where most people say, "I take my cup-of-joe black!"

Thursday, February 23, 2006

LEAVE A COMMENT!

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This is a rant. I repeat, this is only a rant. Should a real emergency occur, be alarmed, but this is only a rant. SAY SOMETHING! SAY ANYTHING! JUST LET ME KNOW YOU ARE LISTENING! LET ME KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE! LET ME KNOW YOU CARE! Have you ever poured your heart out about something, only to have the person you are talking to change the subject without even acknowledging you said anything at all? Leave a comment! It takes two seconds! It's called dialog. It's what humans do to communicate. You know, words, they're in the dictionary.

I feel better now. Bye.

A Good Team

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Pepa, me, and the internet all make a pretty good team! The big round black thing in this picture is my automatic choke, and the wire and contraption connected to it is the manual choke my dad had installed a few years ago when we were having trouble starting my truck in cold weather. A few days ago, I was again having trouble starting old Omp (named for the license plate I used to have), so I got under the hood, messed around and identified what you see in the picture as the problem. After diagnosis, however, I still didn't know how to fix it. This is a common problem I have with Omp, but the solution is always the same...call Pepa. I told him the problem and he struggled, asking many questions and trying to help. Then he finally said, "If I was there to see what your talking about I could probably help you better." We just sat there on the phone wishing and hoping for a little while before the light came on for me. Technology hit me over the head like a ton of bricks! "Hey! I can take a picture and e-mail it to you!" Thirty minutes later we were back on the phone, looking at my choke and carberator, and I was taking notes. After we got off the phone, I was back under the hood and had it going in no time! I'm glad to know that anywhere in the world I go, I can take my mechanic with me!

Pepa helped me rebuild the engine in my old truck when I bought it 10 years ago from Pa, my great-grandfather (Mema's dad). We took apart and re-assembled every single item under the hood. I gained a wealth of information from those two weeks that I will use the rest of my life. Since then, I've replaced many parts of that truck, done brake work, re-packed bearings, etc. It has left me stranded a few times. A couple of years ago I broke down outside of Comanche. It was hot and humid. I was tired, frustrated, and broke. I was livid about this inconvenience. When I got it going and got back on the road I remember having a conversation with God I'll never forget. It went something like this:

"God, look at all these cars on the road newer and nicer than mine! I love You and serve You, and I deserve something better. I need something reliable, so I can be better equipped to go around doing ministry." I distinctly heard God say, "Do you remember replacing the alternator in Katy's car?" My reply - "Yes." God - "How did you know how to do that?" Me - "Because my alternator went out a couple of years ago." God - "Do you remember replacing the brake pads on Heather's car?" "Yes." "How did you know how to do that?" "Because I've replaced brake pads on my truck before." "What about the starter on Shane's truck?" "I've had to replace my starter." Over and over I was reminded of the people I had helped fix their vehicle, more than two dozen that I can remember, and each because I had previously been burdened with the same problem. Suddenly I realized that God had given me that truck for a reason, so He could use me to bless others! It was a revelation I desperately needed in that self-righteous moment.

Now, when my truck breaks down I just wonder, "When will I meet someone who needs to fix their manual choke from sticking, or their automatic choke and carberator adjusted?" I love my old truck; we've been a lot of miles and made a lot of memories. As we get ready to leave the country I'm probably going to sell it, but I'll always remember how God blessed me with Pepa and cursed me with...O.K., blessed me with Omp, so I could bless others with the turn of a screwdriver or the crank of a ratchet.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Mother Teresa on Suffering...

These words have been food for thought for me over the past several weeks:

"Suffering is nothing by itself, but suffering that is shared with the passion of Christ is a wonderful gift and a sign of love. God is very good to give you so much suffering and so much love."

"Without our suffering, our task would be merely a social task, very beautiful and useful, but not Jesus' work. It would not be a part of redemption. Jesus has wished to offer us His help by sharing our life, our loneliness, our agony, our death. It was necessary for Him to become one with us in order to save us. We are allowed to do likewise. The afflictions of the poor, not only their material misery but also their spiritual lowliness are to be redeemed. We have to share these afflictions, since only by becoming poor will we be able to save them - that is, to bring God into their lives and to bring them to God. When suffering comes close to us, let us accept it with a smile. This is God's gift: having the courage to accept with a small all He gives us and all He requires of us."

"Sacrifice, in order to be genuine, has to empty us of ourselves. We often say to Christ, 'Make us partakers of Your suffering.' But, when someone is insensitive to us, how easily we forget that this is the moment to share with Christ! It would be enough for us to remember that it is Jesus who gives us, through such a person or circumstance, the opportunity to do something beautiful for Him."

-L

Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger

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Normally, we post book reviews on "Our Library", but several posts over the next few weeks will be a result of this book that I just started reading. I first saw it in B & N, then it was recommended by Jeremy. This is a book for every American Christian. I've said this before, but everyone who reads this blog is richer than 98% of the world. If you drive a car, have a heater, hot water, and electricity, this means you. According to the World Bank, more than 2.8 billion people live in heart-breaking poverty (less than $2 per day). Americans rank DEAD LAST in giving toward foreign aid relief efforts (food, clothing, health-care, etc.) giving on average a whopping .14 percent of their income toward this cause. And Christian Americans, are no different. At this point I must add that at this point neither am I. That is about to change. Here are two statistics that make me want to puke. Reflect on this as you go about your day, swiping the card and shopping for "necessities": 1. $3 billion dollars, given strategically, could have saved 5 million people from dying of starvation last year. Americans spent about 40 billion dollars on diet aids to reduce their calorie intake. 2. If all the money spent on golf in the U.S. were instead spent to feed the poor of the world, we could totally end world poverty. I would venture to say this would be true if we substituted the word "golf" with "movies", "dining out", or possibly "church renovations". Weigh in with your thoughts. Do you think this is bogus? If you are like me, do you wonder, where can we begin? I spent 16 bucks for this book that I just found out could have saved 16 children from becoming blind! How do we decide what we don't really "need"? Do you feel like we as Christians are doing our part as individuals? as a church? I would love to hear your thoughts.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Happy Valentine's!

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Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Kiss someone you love. Between these two pictures 2 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 8 hours, 8 minutes, and 21 seconds have passed. We aren't really celebrating Valentine's Day this year, it's more like Valentine's Week. We started it at the PVBC Valentine's Banquet on Sunday night. We had a wonderful time with mom and dad (they owe us another shot at Canasta after narrowly beating us by 5 scrawny points). Tonight we went to a movie and later this week we are planning a picnic. We love you all and hope you have a special Valentine's Day/Week!
~ L & A

Saturday, February 11, 2006

My Job

When one teaches, two learn.
~Robert Half

The longer I teach, the more I realize the truth in the above quote. In fact, at the end of the day I'm not always sure whether any of my students learned (or were even listening!) anything but I usually walk away with something. Lately I have been learning a lesson that I think will be important for me to remember for the rest of my life.

So many times I get frustrated with my students for acting disrespectfully or for not finishing their homework (again!), but as I sit through parent conferences, talk with my students personally, or chat with other teachers during the passing period, I have realized that before I become too impatient...I need to know what is going on behind the scenes. For example, I had recently seen a huge change in one of my students. He had detentions lined up for the next two weeks and his grades were dropping. Then we found out that his grandmother was in the hospital, his two younger half-brothers had been taken to live with one of their relatives, and he was being passed around from friend to friend. He began sobbing as he shared this with one of the other teachers and I finally understood. If I were living through those circumstances, I wouldn't care about dividing fractions or finding adverbs either.

Please pray with me that I will be patient and loving with my students...so many of them are dealing with things that 12 and 13 year olds should never have to deal with. I have almost 140 students and the class periods are only 45 minutes long, but pray that I will have time to know their personal stories and heartaches and joys. And pray that as they share their lives with me, I will be able to share my God with them.

~A

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The Poor in Spirit

I would like to share Mother Teresa's words concerning The Word which says, "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." Mother Teresa and the Sisters who followed her took a vow of poverty, which she had written, saying:
"Our response to the call of Christ is our vow of poverty. This entails a life which is poor in reality and in spirit, sober and industrious, and a stranger to earthly riches. It also involves dependence and limitation in the use and disposition of goods. By this vow we freely give to God our natural right and freedom to accept and to dispose freely of anything that has monetary value. Therefore, we shall never keep, give way, lend or borrow things of money value without leave of the Superior. With regard to God, our poverty is our humble recognition and acceptance of our sinfulness, helplessness and utter nothingness, and the acknowledgement of our eediness before Him, which expresses itself as hope in Him, as an openness to recieve all things from Him as from our Father. Our poverty shoul be true Gospel poverty: gentle, tender, glad and openhearted, always ready to give an expression of love. Poverty is love before it is renunciation: To love it is necessary to give. To give, it is necessary to be free from selfishness."
Obviously, this vow isn't for everyone. It isn't scripture or anything, but it makes me think, "What have I vowed? What am I truly deeply committed to?" Are there any "vows" in your life? There are a few things that come to mind: I have vowed to never watch TV in my home, to live with and love A as long as I have breath, to always live below my means. There just aren't many. I think there are a lot of people called to live much simpler lives who never do for the sake of comfort. For that matter, I think a big percent of people in Church are called to "Sell all they have and follow [God]," probably to another country, but many never do.

I can't help but bring Bonhoeffer into the discussion, who changed my life when I read this in Cost of Discipleship, "The difference between ourselves and the rich young man (editor's note: Matthew 19:6) is that he was not allowed to solace his regrets by saying, 'Never mind what Jesus says, I can still hold on to my riches, but in a spirit of inner detachment.'" In other words, this man was not given the luxury of a figurative interpretaion. When Jesus said those words, the man immediately knew...I must do just this in order to follow Jesus. He goes on to say,
"If Jesus said to someone, 'Leave all else behind and follow me; resign your profession, quit your family, your people, and the home of your fathers,' then he knew that to this call there was only one answer - the answer of single minded obedience, and that it is only to this obedience that the promise of fellowship with Jesus is given. But we should probably argue thus: 'Of course we are meant to take the call of Jesus with absolute seriousness, but after all the true way of obedience would be to continue all the more in our present occupations, to stay with our families, and serve him there in a spirit of true inward detachment.' If Jesus challenged us with the command: 'Get out of it' we should take him to mean: 'Stay where you are but cultivate that inward detachment.' Again, if he were to say to us: 'Be not anxious,' we should take him to mean: 'Of course it is not wrong for us to be anxious: we must work and provide for ourselves and our dependants. If we did not we should be shirking our responsibilities. But all the time we out to be inwardly free from all anxiety.' Jesus might say, 'Seek ye first the kingdom of God,' and we should interpret it thus: 'Of course we should have to seek all sorts of other things first; how could we otherwise exist? What he really means is the final preparedness to stake all on the kingdom of God.' All along the line we are trying to evade the obligation of single-minded obedience."
So, what is God calling you to do? How will you interpret scripture and what the Holy Spirit is saying to your heart? The poor have been on my mind more and more recently, mainly due to the awareness my friend Jeremy is raising in my conscience. He said recently in a really good discussion about the poor on his blog (you should check it out by the way at Big Blue Sofa, there are several posts) basically that Jesus spent a lot of time with the poor and had a lot to say about the rich. By the way, if you think all the verses in scripture about the rich don't apply to you, such as the one about how it's harder for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than to get into heaven, you should realize that if you have a car, running water, and electricity, you are probably in the richest 2% of the WORLD! Also, there is a sermon illustration about how "the eye of the needle" refers to a tax gate in Jerusalem. I checked it out and confirmed that while there is such a gate this is pretty much a bogus interpretation. I know this offends people who have been to the Holy Land and seen the gate and love to share the illustration, but it's true.

I didn't mean to deviate so much from my original post about Mother Teresa's words, it just kinda happened. I'll share one more thought. Anyway, we recently heard the State of the Union Address where the president evaluates the nation's status. I think we each need to take our own little status evaluation. Come up with a good, candid speech about our own little empires and then give it to ourselves in the mirror. Today I passed Patrick on the road. He rides a three-wheel bike everywhere. Doesn't have a job and lives in a place where rent is dirt cheap. I don't think he showers much or shaves. Anyway, I've seen him around town and talked with him a few times. He says he was shot in the Vietnam War and is really bitter about life. I at least believe the bitter part. I saw him today, trying to get his bike over a curb, but I was "busy" so I drove by. I think next time I see him I'm going to take him to lunch. That's really a drop-in-the-bucket, but it's a start.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Presentation in College Station

Well, as promised here is the presentation I gave in College Station. Disclaimer: This is really boring and you may not understand much of it without an explanation. I wouldn't have posted it at all except that I promised I would. Anyway, just in case you really, really wanted to know what I've been up to at TSU. DOWNLOAD PRESENTATION