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Sunday, July 01, 2007

Fireworks

I haven't blogged in a long time, nor would I be now if my husband hadn't gently suggest that I do.  Honestly, I think he is just tired of hearing me vent about my disdain for the holiday soon approaching, and thought he could gain some peace and quiet if I blogged about it instead.  We Grabers do tend to have a few soap boxes that we have trouble climbing down from.    Consider yourself duly warned that this blog is nothing more than me complaining about July 4. 

So, the 4th of July.  It's pretty much my least favorite holiday - for many reasons.  I'm not a big fan of noise and commotion, both of which I'm hearing plenty of outside my door right now.  Which, by the way, is also a point of annoyance.  Why do we have to "celebrate" (if commemoration is indeed the reason why most people shoot fireworks around the 4th - which I doubt) this holiday all week?  I've been hearing what sounds like gunshots around my neighborhood all day - and it's not even the 4th yet!  I think I could cope much better with this holiday if it truly only lasted for one day.  But that's never been my experience.  So, all these loud explosions have me on edge.  I'm naturally a jittery person and it has never taken much to startle me.  Feeling like I'm in a war zone hasn't helped this much.  (Let's just say that it's a good thing these fireworks haven't scared my daughter or kept her from sleeping, or this neighborhood might really turn into a war zone!)

The other thing that bugs me about this holiday is the amount of money we Americans spend on it.  Why anyone would want to spend money on something that's just going to blow up anyway is beyond me!  Besides the fact that fire (and virtually anything that is dangerous) gives me a sense of uneasiness, I would never spend money on something that won't last longer than the fuse it's on.  Even when we lived in "not the best neighborhood" in Green Bay, our neighbors would blow up what seemed like hundreds of dollars a night for the week of the 4th.  I think it's safe to say that I will never have a "fireworks" column in my budget book.

Finally, beyond my mere annoyance with the pyrotechnics that are associated with the celebration of the 4th of July, I find myself contemplating my roll - as a Christian - with government and politics.  A sampling of the many questions regarding these issues that I've wrestled with as of late: 
  • Yes, I believe that we are to honor God-given authority in our lives (including the government placed over us), but at what point does that respect over step its bounds and supplant the reverence that I have for Christ and His Kingdom? 
  • Though I enjoy the freedoms we have in this country, I also see over the course of history that the church grows through persecution and becomes complacent through times of comfort and ease.  Consequently, do I continue to pray for religious freedom, or do I pray for Christ's church in America (and my own spiritual walk) to be sifted like wheat in order to grow and further honor God? 
  • Sometimes I get the feeling that since we are a "Christian nation", we believe that God favors our nation above others, and is "on our side".  How do we maintain a sense of patriotism and still guard against this dangerous assumption?
  • Do we "celebrate" and enjoy our country simply because it is the land of opportunity?  Are we (am I) living the American dream and forgetting that God did not call us to lives of ease and comfort?  Are we clinging to our excess possessions, or do we hold with an open hand our material comforts and lifestyles of luxury?  (Derek Webb's song "Rich Young Ruler" from his album "Mockingbird" has been a big challenge to me on this subject.)
I greatly respect Derek Webb for his honest lyrics that confront current issues in the American church.  Part of his song "A King and a Kingdom" (also from his CD "Mockingbird"), sums up much of what I've been trying to say:

there are two great lies that i’ve heard:
“the day you eat of the fruit of that tree, you will not surely die”
and that Jesus Christ was a white, middle-class republican
and if you wanna be saved you have to learn to be like Him

my first allegiance is not to a flag, a country, or aman
my first allegiance is not to democracy or blood
it's to a king & a kingdom


Thursday, March 01, 2007

a thousand burning bushes

A wise and seasoned mentor of mine told me this week, "God has you in this place right now to teach you to trust Him completely.  As I look back at my life, I can see that you are in a perfect position to learn this lesson."  Though I knew she was right, I was humbled.  Haven't I already learned that?  I mean, isn't that the first lesson you learn on this journey of life with Christ?  Aren't "have faith" and "trust God" cliches I heard over and over again in my junior high girls' Bible classes?  What I am doing here some 14 years later trying to grasp this same subject? 

Do you ever wonder why anyone struggles with faith when proof of God is all around?  Or why we beg God for a sign when He's given us His Word?  Or why I'm sitting here like a cry baby, so upset that not everything in life is going my way - when God has blessed me with more than I could ever ask or even imagine? 

Andy Gullahorn, on his new CD "Room to Breathe", says all of this much better than I:

I’ve never seen a dead man come to life

or seen a blind man get his sight.

I’ve never seen water turned to wine.

It isn’t that I don’t believe

but it would be easier for me

if you would just send down a sign.

 

I remember the childlike innocence.

A faith with no coincidence.

The world around was living proof.

Has that world just disappeared

or is it me that isn’t clear

how to recognize its you.

 

I’m praying for a miracle

to let me know you’re listening.

Waiting for a lightning bolt to strike.

Walking through a garden of a thousand burning bushes

looking up to heaven for a sign.

 

I walk through the water and the waves

looking for a drop of rain

but you’re still not coming through.

Maybe its new eyes that I need

or maybe it takes more faith to see

I’m drowning in the truth.

 


Saturday, December 23, 2006

I love reading Trent's blog (a friend from Moody), where I found this link.  According to an article from Fox News, Jesus Christ could be named the honorary king of Poland.  Evidently the King of the Universe is in need of a vote. 

The first passage of scripture that came to mind when I read this article was Colossians 1:15-20, "He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation.  For by Him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities - all things were created through Him and for Him.  And He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.  And He is the head of the body, the church.  He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything He might be preeminent.  For in Him all the fullness of God  was pleased to dwell, and through Him to reconcile to Himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of His cross."


Friday, December 15, 2006

Currently Listening
The Builder And The Architect
By Sandra McCracken
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Today my toddler told me, "You are funny Mommy!"  At least someone around here appreciates my humor (even if it is someone under 2 years old).


Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Currently Listening
James Taylor at Christmas
By James Taylor
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Tonight, with the soft sounds of Christmas music in the background, I made Christmas cookies with my handsome, ludic husband.  Sigh.  I love this time of year.



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