Tonight I sat in church behind someone who had a cute t-shirt on. It was a WWF t-shirt with a zebra and it said "I've earned my stripes." It was adorable. However, God brought a weekend of seeking Him and personal worship full circle and made that t-shirt a part of my anthem.
I've earned my stripes but He bore them.
I spent part of Saturday morning immersing myself in worship songs, praising my God for all He has done for me. I ended up on YouTube where I found a great video reminding me that We are the Reason that He gave His life. I was struck again of how I take for granted the punishment that I earned but that He endured.
Mentally I know that His beating and death were in lieu of the punishment I deserve. He endured the pain that I might gain the prize. However, the visual imagery of the pain - the whip that tore into His back, the crown of thorns that embedded in His skull, the nails that pierced His hands, the agony that He suffered in love for me - moved me to a place that I haven't been in a long time. It's a humbling thought but sometimes it is too easily forgotten. I don't remember daily that His sacrifice was my gain. I live as though I have the right to do as I please within reason but that isn't the case. Too easily do I forget the pain that gives me peace, the separation that gives me acceptance, the death that covers me in grace, mercy, and the promise of forever. I forget to express my gratitude to Him for saving me from a life without hope and peace. I fail to talk to Him because I take for granted that He knows all I'm going through. I don't share with Him the good in my life but I seek Him out to solve the bad.
I was introduced to a new group this weekend. Their song Can't Get Over You is an amazing worship song. (I linked to the acoustic version because really you just need to sing this as a love song to God.) However, before you can move to the place of complete surrender and focus on Him self must be removed. We didn't earn His mercy or grace; they were a gift extended to us because of His unwavering love. Someday I'll leave this Earth behind and truly turn my eyes to Him. There'll be no distractions, excuses, reasons, or sin separating us. It'll be an eternity to worship Him - 10,000 years and we'll just have begun. There is so much here on Earth that looks to divide me from Him until that day. Yet, if I remind myself of His sacrifice, my eternity, and the job He has called me to do then I won't get over Him anytime soon.
I love the way You love like no other
It's got nothing to do with anything that I do
Time and time again You forgive me
So this time I choose to stay here with You
Hold me
Pull me just a little bit closer
I don't want to lose this moment
You're love has covered me
And now I can't get over You
I can't get over You
I can't get over You
I just can't get over You
Here in the arms of my Father
Only grace can be found
So I lay my fears down
Nothing is the same anymore
You've changed me from the inside out
Now my heart is beating and it's singing won't You...
Hold me
Pull me just a little bit closer
I don't want to lose this moment
You're love has covered me
And now I can't get over You
I can't get over You
I can't get over You
I just can't get over You
I can't get over You
I can't get over the way
Your love stays the same, oh Lord
I can't get over the way
Your love stays the same, oh Lord
Even through the good and the bad times
You stay the same
So my song will remain
Lord...
Hold me
Pull me just a little bit closer
I don't want to lose this moment
You're love has covered me
And now I can't get over You
I can't get over You
I can't get over You
I just can't get over You
I can't get over You
I can't get over You
There's nothing I can't do
I just can't get over You
I can't get over You
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Grace Like Rain
Grace Like Rain by Todd Agnew
On June 1st, I found myself in an interesting position. I left work frustrated with my boss because her procrastination caused me to pick up the pieces again. So instead of heading home I had to run an errand in the opposite direction. While I stood in Staples it downpoured and hailed outside. I rushed through the rain to get home and came to an abrupt stop because of heavy traffic only about a mile from home. I figured there was flooding and switched on the radio. There may have been flooding but the delay was due to a tornado that danced through West Springfield, Springfield, and eventually out to Monson. It took me seven hours to get home that night. As hungry and frustrated as I was when I got home, it all dissipated the next day when I realized the 3.86 mile drive from work to home had been the path the tornado took for about 2.5 of it.
At one point on Wednesday night I found myself on a road unable to go anywhere. The skies opened up and it torrential downpoured. I turned my car off to wait it out when it became evident we weren't going anywhere. The rain kept coming. Tonight as I listened to Grace Like Rain, I thought back to my experience on Wednesday night. His grace kept me safe but I observed a lot about rain that evening also.
While my car was running during the downpour the wipers couldn't keep up. Even on the highest setting they may as well not been on. The rain came down so swiftly that it looked like my car was underwater. Then the water built up underneath the car as there was no outlet for it since there was so much.
Tonight I envisioned God opening up His grace and covering me with it. He pours it out and there is so much that I can't absorb it all. There is so much that even if I wipe it away I am instantly covered again. It collects beneath my feet because I don't soak it all up nor does it disappear as soon as it drips from me. I can splash in it. Sometimes it may feel like God only gave us a drizzle, but I really do think that it is more a steady, unrelenting rain.
On June 1st, I found myself in an interesting position. I left work frustrated with my boss because her procrastination caused me to pick up the pieces again. So instead of heading home I had to run an errand in the opposite direction. While I stood in Staples it downpoured and hailed outside. I rushed through the rain to get home and came to an abrupt stop because of heavy traffic only about a mile from home. I figured there was flooding and switched on the radio. There may have been flooding but the delay was due to a tornado that danced through West Springfield, Springfield, and eventually out to Monson. It took me seven hours to get home that night. As hungry and frustrated as I was when I got home, it all dissipated the next day when I realized the 3.86 mile drive from work to home had been the path the tornado took for about 2.5 of it.
At one point on Wednesday night I found myself on a road unable to go anywhere. The skies opened up and it torrential downpoured. I turned my car off to wait it out when it became evident we weren't going anywhere. The rain kept coming. Tonight as I listened to Grace Like Rain, I thought back to my experience on Wednesday night. His grace kept me safe but I observed a lot about rain that evening also.
While my car was running during the downpour the wipers couldn't keep up. Even on the highest setting they may as well not been on. The rain came down so swiftly that it looked like my car was underwater. Then the water built up underneath the car as there was no outlet for it since there was so much.
Tonight I envisioned God opening up His grace and covering me with it. He pours it out and there is so much that I can't absorb it all. There is so much that even if I wipe it away I am instantly covered again. It collects beneath my feet because I don't soak it all up nor does it disappear as soon as it drips from me. I can splash in it. Sometimes it may feel like God only gave us a drizzle, but I really do think that it is more a steady, unrelenting rain.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Leaving
Karenkingsbury.com
Leaving If you've never read a Karen Kingsbury book before - DON'T START WITH THIS ONE.
This is far from Karen's best. As a matter of fact I'd say she can't see the forest through the trees and has wandered aimlessly lost. Bailey, patterned after Karen's daughter, is an impossible character. She is impossible to live up to. Impossible to like. Impossible to empathize with. Impossible to cheer for.
I also take issue with the behavior exhibited by Bailey and condoned by her parents. Brandon Paul (prior to being saved) regularly came onto Bailey and she allowed it and her parents never cautioned her about it. While Bailey was in a relationship she allowed herself to be in situations with Brandon that Cody could misunderstand. Overall Bailey is the victim of Cody's decision but her own actions played a huge part in his decision. However, now Bailey is being pursued by the hottest actor in Hollywood with unlimited funds and charm to bring a smile to coldest of hearts. Ahem. Of course she fell for Brandon. She facebook stalked her ex and now he is in a relationship and Brandon is always there to cheer her up when Cody breaks her heart one more time. Of course she fell for him he made her feel like Cinderella.
These stories leave the realm of reality and travel into a mother's fantasy wish for her daughter. The problem is that "Jenny" can't guide her daughter down a path that is honorary to God. This book condones allowing feelings to override God's will. Was Bailey supposed to be with Cody? Was that God's will for her life? She forgot to stop and ask God while Brandon was flying her all over the country and whispering in her ear. I get Learning and Leaving confused but at one point Brandon and Bailey are alone together in an apartment. For real? What mother condones that? Why would you promote that to your readers? Temptation abounds when you don't protect yourself by avoiding all appearances of evil. Besides what kind of testimony is that to the people who read the magazines that the paparazzi that chased them sold the pictures to? Great way to promote the Christian faith. "Yes, we disappeared into the apartment together for four hours and we were alone but I swear I never touched her. I'm a good Christian now. You have to believe me."
Overall the Bailey Flanigan series is a compilation of compromise. God is a convenient thread but we can work in two young adults being alone together for the purpose of the story, Facebook stalking (and not having a private profile), eating disorders, and many other "white" sins that seem so innocent but in reality are a bad influence on the pre-teens and teens that may read and look up to Bailey Flanigan. There was plenty of exposition about what a wonderful girl Bailey is but that just made her seem unreal when the action parts of the story left so much to be desired in showing us.
I'm also quite concerned with the Team Cody and Team Brandon that has become popular and so reminiscent of Twilight. My feelings on Twilight besides it being a big pile of poo is that Bella should have thrown both Jacob and Edward to the curb and found someone truly good for her. Twilight had no faith element in it so let's draw the comparison to Bailey. Cody/Edward left Bailey/Bella to "protect her" rather than be honest and work it out together. Cody/Edward made the decision. The friend Brandon/Jacob manipulated the situation and the feelings afterwards to weasel into Bailey/Bella's life where they probably don't belong. Bailey Flanigan, the girl who loved, served, and pursued God, should have trusted Him. If Cody is the one for her then she should have never given into Brandon's manipulation. If Cody wasn't for her then she should have given him over to God and pursued God for His will. This team stuff is scary because it has nothing to do with looks, history, who is better for Bailey, or anything of the sort. It is about who God would have her be with.
I feel that Bailey Flanigan series is off the mark. It has become the Win A Date With Tad Hamilton of the Christian literary scene. A fantasy allowed to play out like a daydream. Very disappointing as the opportunity was ripe to challenge readers young and old, duaghter and mother, to take a good long look at relationships (romantic and familial) and honor God in all they do.
Leaving If you've never read a Karen Kingsbury book before - DON'T START WITH THIS ONE.
This is far from Karen's best. As a matter of fact I'd say she can't see the forest through the trees and has wandered aimlessly lost. Bailey, patterned after Karen's daughter, is an impossible character. She is impossible to live up to. Impossible to like. Impossible to empathize with. Impossible to cheer for.
I also take issue with the behavior exhibited by Bailey and condoned by her parents. Brandon Paul (prior to being saved) regularly came onto Bailey and she allowed it and her parents never cautioned her about it. While Bailey was in a relationship she allowed herself to be in situations with Brandon that Cody could misunderstand. Overall Bailey is the victim of Cody's decision but her own actions played a huge part in his decision. However, now Bailey is being pursued by the hottest actor in Hollywood with unlimited funds and charm to bring a smile to coldest of hearts. Ahem. Of course she fell for Brandon. She facebook stalked her ex and now he is in a relationship and Brandon is always there to cheer her up when Cody breaks her heart one more time. Of course she fell for him he made her feel like Cinderella.
These stories leave the realm of reality and travel into a mother's fantasy wish for her daughter. The problem is that "Jenny" can't guide her daughter down a path that is honorary to God. This book condones allowing feelings to override God's will. Was Bailey supposed to be with Cody? Was that God's will for her life? She forgot to stop and ask God while Brandon was flying her all over the country and whispering in her ear. I get Learning and Leaving confused but at one point Brandon and Bailey are alone together in an apartment. For real? What mother condones that? Why would you promote that to your readers? Temptation abounds when you don't protect yourself by avoiding all appearances of evil. Besides what kind of testimony is that to the people who read the magazines that the paparazzi that chased them sold the pictures to? Great way to promote the Christian faith. "Yes, we disappeared into the apartment together for four hours and we were alone but I swear I never touched her. I'm a good Christian now. You have to believe me."
Overall the Bailey Flanigan series is a compilation of compromise. God is a convenient thread but we can work in two young adults being alone together for the purpose of the story, Facebook stalking (and not having a private profile), eating disorders, and many other "white" sins that seem so innocent but in reality are a bad influence on the pre-teens and teens that may read and look up to Bailey Flanigan. There was plenty of exposition about what a wonderful girl Bailey is but that just made her seem unreal when the action parts of the story left so much to be desired in showing us.
I'm also quite concerned with the Team Cody and Team Brandon that has become popular and so reminiscent of Twilight. My feelings on Twilight besides it being a big pile of poo is that Bella should have thrown both Jacob and Edward to the curb and found someone truly good for her. Twilight had no faith element in it so let's draw the comparison to Bailey. Cody/Edward left Bailey/Bella to "protect her" rather than be honest and work it out together. Cody/Edward made the decision. The friend Brandon/Jacob manipulated the situation and the feelings afterwards to weasel into Bailey/Bella's life where they probably don't belong. Bailey Flanigan, the girl who loved, served, and pursued God, should have trusted Him. If Cody is the one for her then she should have never given into Brandon's manipulation. If Cody wasn't for her then she should have given him over to God and pursued God for His will. This team stuff is scary because it has nothing to do with looks, history, who is better for Bailey, or anything of the sort. It is about who God would have her be with.
I feel that Bailey Flanigan series is off the mark. It has become the Win A Date With Tad Hamilton of the Christian literary scene. A fantasy allowed to play out like a daydream. Very disappointing as the opportunity was ripe to challenge readers young and old, duaghter and mother, to take a good long look at relationships (romantic and familial) and honor God in all they do.
Friday, March 11, 2011
The World Today
Friday, March 11, 2011
Earthquakes, tsunamis, war, protests, hunger, NFL contract negotiations, IPad 2, Charlie Sheen, and Kate Middleton's weight; most of us woke up this morning to the news of the earthquake and subsequent tsunami that hit Japan and its far reaching effects. Still others heard the news as they waited in line to be one of the first with a new IPad. As midnight EST approached, greed threatened the upcoming football season. Charlie Sheen continues to suffer from verbal diarrhea and yet more people use Charlie-isms, but couldn't explain what is happening in Libya if they could even find it on a map.
My entire day was a study in contrasts and extremes. This morning I woke up and learned that Japan had been rocked by an earthquake and then battered by a tsunami. The first project of the day at work was to auction off art work to raise money for Feeding America. I checked to see how Hawaii had fared and then I manned a table at a tag sale to raise more money for Feeding America. In the afternoon I prepped payroll for a company where the majority of employees live paycheck to paycheck and now must combat rising gas prices to continue to make ends meet. On my drive home I learned that the negotiations between the players in the NFL and the owners have dissolved and the upcoming season is in jeopardy. All this happened as unrest continues to rule the Middle East and Africa, our soldiers are still defending our country, and Apple released a new IPad.
In 2009, 50.2 million Americans lived in food insecure households, 33 million adults and 17.2 million children
We need perspective. Let's do a study in contrasts. Food insecurity is as simple as one not knowing where their next meal is coming from. It means that Joe is struggling with the decision to feed his family or pay his mortgage. Sue isn't sure where the money will come from to provide formula for her newborn. The new Apple IPad's price tag starts at $499. The value of $500 is astronomical when put into the right hands. An Apple enthusiast might possess one shiny new IPad, but "a $500 contribution will allow 100 volunteers to package 2,000 meal 2,000 meals in less than an hour." 2,000 meals!
In 2009, 43.6 million people (14.3 percent) were in poverty
The National Football League consists of two sides - owners and players. It is according to published reports a 9 billion dollar industry. Apparently NFL owners want to take $2 billion off the top instead of the $1 billion they are receiving right now to offset the cost of having teams and games. Tom Brady, quarterback of the New England Patriots, is currently the highest paid player. His contract extension for four years was $72 million dollars. The Indianapolis Colts have guaranteed that their quarterback, Peyton Manning, will be the highest paid player.
In 2009, 24.7 million (12.9 percent) of people aged 18-64 were in poverty
The average cost of an NFL ticket is $252. Minimum wage currently is $7.85/hour. If someone was only receiving minimum wage they would need to work just shy of 33 hours (with no tax taken out) in order to buy one ticket to the average NFL game. The NFL owners claim they have enough money to go two seasons without a game being played before they'll feel the financial burden.
"The median household income in the United States is $46,326."
It would take the average family 1,554 years to make Brady's $72 million. That is of course his football money. Beyond that is endorsement deals, free cars, and appearance fees. To be fair not every player is making half of Brady's money. Still is anyone really worth $72 million over four years to throw a ball?
"Finally, people should remember this won’t be over tomorrow. This will not go away in six months. Too often, cameras rush in for two weeks after a crisis and then leave. But recovery is a marathon that starts with a sprint; have no doubt, this will be a very long marathon." Robert Jensen on the road ahead of Japan.
The people of Japan in 24 hours have lost nearly everything - homes, vehicles, loved ones. They will spend the next year or two rebuilding to reach where they were moments before the earthquake. If we have learned anything from prior catastrophes is that life doesn't return to normal the minute the water recedes. The effects will be felt long term and around the world. In a few weeks we will cease to hear about Japan as military conflict arises in another country. Other natural disasters will take shape. How are the people of Haiti and New Orleans? We probably can't recall the story that moved us to tears days after the event, but we can quote Charlie Sheen in all his witless blubbering. We'll forget about political struggles (anyone remember Egypt?) but the internet will be abuzz with debate as to if Kate is too thin during her wedding to Prince William.
Still we wonder why our world is fubar. We refuse to recognize our contributions to the lopsided and often misguided issues at hand. We'll follow Charlie Sheen on twitter to be the first with the gossip at the water cooler. We argue Brady vs. Manning, but we won't know Wes Leonard or Brad Rhoades' names. We over pay athletes and celebrities and then act shocked when they get caught up in scandal. We run out to be one of the first to play with Apples new toys while passing the homeless on our way to play with it. We buy items hawked to us by pretty faces and famous names because "this season" demands we stay in stride with the changing tides.
I love football. I have shiny toys. I know about Charlie Sheen and his fallen-too-far-into-the-deep-end antics. I'm not immune nor do I confess to be above celeb gossip. I try to keep it all in perspective though. I'm a Patriots fan and feel blessed that Tom Brady is our quarterback. Yet what I want to ask professional athletes when they get ridiculous contracts is simply, "do you have no skill set beyond playing a game for when this is all over?" I want to ask the owners "what happens when the fans stop buying tickets?" Charlie Sheen made easy money mocking what turned out to be his life. He did it on camera and got overpaid to act a fool. Now he acts a bigger fool and the world will pay more attention. Who cares who is cheating, who is pregnant, who is sober, who isn't, who just made another movie. Their actions exist in a realm outside of where 95% of the population lives. I don't care who is carrying a Coach purse, I refuse to buy a purse that leaves my wallet empty.
The reality in life is simple. You won't be taking it with you. You have a choice to leave behind a legacy that improves life for those who follow behind you. It is a concentrated effort that is exerted into every decision. Is the world a worse off place because I read that Justin and Jessica broke up? No, but it isn't a better place because those three minutes didn't contribute anything. There are still entirely too many children homeless and hungry. Too many soldiers are fighting for my freedom to post my opinion online freely and dying in the process. Too many people are dying neglected and alone.
The world I live in today is not one that I want to leave for those who follow behind me.
Earthquakes, tsunamis, war, protests, hunger, NFL contract negotiations, IPad 2, Charlie Sheen, and Kate Middleton's weight; most of us woke up this morning to the news of the earthquake and subsequent tsunami that hit Japan and its far reaching effects. Still others heard the news as they waited in line to be one of the first with a new IPad. As midnight EST approached, greed threatened the upcoming football season. Charlie Sheen continues to suffer from verbal diarrhea and yet more people use Charlie-isms, but couldn't explain what is happening in Libya if they could even find it on a map.
My entire day was a study in contrasts and extremes. This morning I woke up and learned that Japan had been rocked by an earthquake and then battered by a tsunami. The first project of the day at work was to auction off art work to raise money for Feeding America. I checked to see how Hawaii had fared and then I manned a table at a tag sale to raise more money for Feeding America. In the afternoon I prepped payroll for a company where the majority of employees live paycheck to paycheck and now must combat rising gas prices to continue to make ends meet. On my drive home I learned that the negotiations between the players in the NFL and the owners have dissolved and the upcoming season is in jeopardy. All this happened as unrest continues to rule the Middle East and Africa, our soldiers are still defending our country, and Apple released a new IPad.
In 2009, 50.2 million Americans lived in food insecure households, 33 million adults and 17.2 million children
We need perspective. Let's do a study in contrasts. Food insecurity is as simple as one not knowing where their next meal is coming from. It means that Joe is struggling with the decision to feed his family or pay his mortgage. Sue isn't sure where the money will come from to provide formula for her newborn. The new Apple IPad's price tag starts at $499. The value of $500 is astronomical when put into the right hands. An Apple enthusiast might possess one shiny new IPad, but "a $500 contribution will allow 100 volunteers to package 2,000 meal 2,000 meals in less than an hour." 2,000 meals!
In 2009, 43.6 million people (14.3 percent) were in poverty
The National Football League consists of two sides - owners and players. It is according to published reports a 9 billion dollar industry. Apparently NFL owners want to take $2 billion off the top instead of the $1 billion they are receiving right now to offset the cost of having teams and games. Tom Brady, quarterback of the New England Patriots, is currently the highest paid player. His contract extension for four years was $72 million dollars. The Indianapolis Colts have guaranteed that their quarterback, Peyton Manning, will be the highest paid player.
In 2009, 24.7 million (12.9 percent) of people aged 18-64 were in poverty
The average cost of an NFL ticket is $252. Minimum wage currently is $7.85/hour. If someone was only receiving minimum wage they would need to work just shy of 33 hours (with no tax taken out) in order to buy one ticket to the average NFL game. The NFL owners claim they have enough money to go two seasons without a game being played before they'll feel the financial burden.
"The median household income in the United States is $46,326."
It would take the average family 1,554 years to make Brady's $72 million. That is of course his football money. Beyond that is endorsement deals, free cars, and appearance fees. To be fair not every player is making half of Brady's money. Still is anyone really worth $72 million over four years to throw a ball?
"Finally, people should remember this won’t be over tomorrow. This will not go away in six months. Too often, cameras rush in for two weeks after a crisis and then leave. But recovery is a marathon that starts with a sprint; have no doubt, this will be a very long marathon." Robert Jensen on the road ahead of Japan.
The people of Japan in 24 hours have lost nearly everything - homes, vehicles, loved ones. They will spend the next year or two rebuilding to reach where they were moments before the earthquake. If we have learned anything from prior catastrophes is that life doesn't return to normal the minute the water recedes. The effects will be felt long term and around the world. In a few weeks we will cease to hear about Japan as military conflict arises in another country. Other natural disasters will take shape. How are the people of Haiti and New Orleans? We probably can't recall the story that moved us to tears days after the event, but we can quote Charlie Sheen in all his witless blubbering. We'll forget about political struggles (anyone remember Egypt?) but the internet will be abuzz with debate as to if Kate is too thin during her wedding to Prince William.
Still we wonder why our world is fubar. We refuse to recognize our contributions to the lopsided and often misguided issues at hand. We'll follow Charlie Sheen on twitter to be the first with the gossip at the water cooler. We argue Brady vs. Manning, but we won't know Wes Leonard or Brad Rhoades' names. We over pay athletes and celebrities and then act shocked when they get caught up in scandal. We run out to be one of the first to play with Apples new toys while passing the homeless on our way to play with it. We buy items hawked to us by pretty faces and famous names because "this season" demands we stay in stride with the changing tides.
I love football. I have shiny toys. I know about Charlie Sheen and his fallen-too-far-into-the-deep-end antics. I'm not immune nor do I confess to be above celeb gossip. I try to keep it all in perspective though. I'm a Patriots fan and feel blessed that Tom Brady is our quarterback. Yet what I want to ask professional athletes when they get ridiculous contracts is simply, "do you have no skill set beyond playing a game for when this is all over?" I want to ask the owners "what happens when the fans stop buying tickets?" Charlie Sheen made easy money mocking what turned out to be his life. He did it on camera and got overpaid to act a fool. Now he acts a bigger fool and the world will pay more attention. Who cares who is cheating, who is pregnant, who is sober, who isn't, who just made another movie. Their actions exist in a realm outside of where 95% of the population lives. I don't care who is carrying a Coach purse, I refuse to buy a purse that leaves my wallet empty.
The reality in life is simple. You won't be taking it with you. You have a choice to leave behind a legacy that improves life for those who follow behind you. It is a concentrated effort that is exerted into every decision. Is the world a worse off place because I read that Justin and Jessica broke up? No, but it isn't a better place because those three minutes didn't contribute anything. There are still entirely too many children homeless and hungry. Too many soldiers are fighting for my freedom to post my opinion online freely and dying in the process. Too many people are dying neglected and alone.
The world I live in today is not one that I want to leave for those who follow behind me.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Atonement Child
http://francinerivers.com/
The Atonement Child will ask you to answer questions about yourself that you may not want to confront. Dynah Carey's life is on track. She's attending Bible college and engaged to a future pastor. Her life is torn apart one night when she is raped. After speaking to the police and seeing a doctor, she chooses to ignore what happened. A few weeks later she realizes that she can't ignore that night. She's pregnant with a rapist's baby. Suddenly the preacher she's engaged to is asking her to get an abortion. Her roommate is pushing her to do the same. The college asks her to leave because unless she broadcasts that she was raped she is portraying an immoral image. She eventually returns home where things aren't easier.
Dynah's mother has a secret of her own that is threatening to tear apart her marriage. As Dynah's parents disagree on whether an abortion is the right answer to Dynah's situation, Dynah must decide what is right for herself.
Is abortion ever the right answer? Do certain situations call for abortion? Is God's will perfect even when we can't see it? All these questions arise through the pages of this book.
Rivers crafted an amazing book that will challenge any reader. Do we forgive past sins? Can we be faithful to God through the good times and the bad?
The Atonement Child will ask you to answer questions about yourself that you may not want to confront. Dynah Carey's life is on track. She's attending Bible college and engaged to a future pastor. Her life is torn apart one night when she is raped. After speaking to the police and seeing a doctor, she chooses to ignore what happened. A few weeks later she realizes that she can't ignore that night. She's pregnant with a rapist's baby. Suddenly the preacher she's engaged to is asking her to get an abortion. Her roommate is pushing her to do the same. The college asks her to leave because unless she broadcasts that she was raped she is portraying an immoral image. She eventually returns home where things aren't easier.
Dynah's mother has a secret of her own that is threatening to tear apart her marriage. As Dynah's parents disagree on whether an abortion is the right answer to Dynah's situation, Dynah must decide what is right for herself.
Is abortion ever the right answer? Do certain situations call for abortion? Is God's will perfect even when we can't see it? All these questions arise through the pages of this book.
Rivers crafted an amazing book that will challenge any reader. Do we forgive past sins? Can we be faithful to God through the good times and the bad?
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Cyber Monday
Thanksgiving is 72 hours behind us. As quickly as it became history we immersed ourselves in shopping for the holiday season. Black Friday brings us shopping lines miles long just after midnight. We marathon shop, burning off the calories we devoured as we kicked off the holiday season. A two day break leads us into Cyber Monday. It's the 21st Century answer to Black Friday. It's the answer to keeping pace with the changing times.
Anything we could possibly want is at our fingertips. Including, but certainly not limited to, a spouse. No matter what your taste there is someone out there. And there are a variety of sites to choose from to meet your specifications. As much similarity as there is in dating and interviewing, there are striking similarities to shopping for a pair of boots or a new husband in one browser.
No matter what website you are looking at there is the option to join a mailing list whether you are getting boots or a man. You can also set your preferences so that you only receive suggestions that will appeal to you. No booties. Yes, to the guy who enjoys football. No heels higher than four inches. No, convicted felons. Yes, to the black, brown, and gray boots. I only want to see guys who want kids. No, to the guy who has more piercings than I do. Banker? Boring. Mechanic? Dirty. Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no. You can build a profile tailored to stimulate your fancy.
Of course this can also work to your advantage as you describe yourself. I am so a size 6 jeans. I'm arm candy. Yes, I'd look great in spandex because there is not an ounce of flab on me. Usher would freakin' love me. He sings about me all the time, "measurements was 36-25-34." And yes, I can work it. I am sure I won't get a muffin top if I go with the hip hugger jeans. No, I don't have any emotional baggage from the last piece of crap I dated. I am completely content with myself and don't pop diet pills to lose another three pounds so I can fit into my skinny jeans.
Every site you shop on is going to offer you images too. You can pull up a picture of that purse you want and zoom in to see the pattern. Your e-mail announces you have new matches and six of the eight have photos. If we can't see a good picture of what we are looking to buy we are more than likely going not even give it a second glance. Who cares if there is a 100% review rating and everyone is claiming this is the best purse you'll ever invest $175 in. It doesn't matter that the potential suitor wrote from his heart and really laid it all out there and previewed his soul. Nope. We move on to find something that we are "attracted to." We won't discuss that there are no reviews for potential suitors. I'm sure that'd be entirely unfair. However, for some it might help. "I know his profile picture looks like a mug shot but he is so much cuter in person."
Internet shopping makes it easy to shop around because there are no eager sales people/suitors to look in the eye as you reject the product/them. With one click you can move on until you find something that you like better. These boots are almost what I want, but I'm not in love with them. Let's head over to DSW.com because I got a coupon in my email. He's 6'1", makes over a hundred grand a year, drives a BMW. Crap. His favorite band is Metallica. Who listens to that crap? Next? Oh look this one loves quiet walks on the beach, dancing in the rain, pina coladas, and apparently crappy 70s music. Next. Holy crap!!!! Payless is having another BOGO. Should I get these? I don't really love them but they are 50% off. Even if I don't love them I didn't spend that much on them. And if when they arrive I hate them, I'll just return them.
Yet, the thing missing from internet shopping is the personal experience. Going into the dressing room and trying on the jeans. Finding out that yes, you are a size 8 and your butt looks fab in those jeans. Sitting with a guy and realizing that his favorite movie is Fight Club, and you freakin' hate it but you'll sit with him anyway just to be with him. Pulling on a pair of shoes and realizing you need a half size larger so you can wear warm socks though the winter. Talking to a guy covered in car grease who has a really great smile and will clean up nicely if he just uses that goop that smells like oranges. Spending time with a friend going through every rack and just enjoying a few hours of girl time. Learning to change the tire on your car not because he'll ever make you do it but because it means you get to be together.
In the past week I've received four pairs of boots in the mail. (Shut up! I beat the crowds even the ones doing the online shopping.) The first two pair that arrived I didn't get too excited over. I've worn one pair and I'm debating returning the other. I received two other pair today and I can't wait to wear them to work tomorrow. The hardest part is going to be choosing which ones to wear and then finding the clothes to go with them. I'm pretty sure that everyone else would appreciate it if I wore clothes with the boots tomorrow. It was hit-or-miss with them. I always had the fail safe of returning them which probably helped to keep the apprehension at bay as I hit the "submit order" button.
It is a lot harder to return the guy. When you've brought him home you can't just throw him back in the box and send him back. The boots will never know they didn't have a home with me. Someone else will come along and take them home. (Surprisingly there are more woman that I thought that have feet as large as mine.) Guys are more like puppies. They may not eat your shoes but they'll complain about how many you have. They have to be fed, watered, and encouraged to bathe. And they have a tendency to know when you've about reached your limit. They'll turn those sad eyes on you and offer up a lick (the puppies get your mind out of the gutter) or an apology and you can't help but give them one more chance. They'll end up staying until they've grown on you and you can't imagine your life without them. Even as you walk them in the middle of winter in the middle of the night in the middle of a snowstorm.
Yes, I turned 30 a month ago. No, I never thought on my thirtieth birthday I'd be single. I figured by now I'd be married with at least two kids or maybe four. Somehow though I can't bring myself to browse the online dating websites looking for "The One." I'd probably miss a great one because it is so much easier to be shallow when you are reading a profile. And despite the probably massive number of grammatical errors that are floating around in this entry, a large pet peeve is misspellings and lack of punctuation. I'd move on quickly if there were no definitive paragraphs. I may buy my boots online but maybe if I start buying them in stores there'll be a chance encounter in aisle six with a really great guy that doesn't look good on paper but is beyond irresistible.
Anything we could possibly want is at our fingertips. Including, but certainly not limited to, a spouse. No matter what your taste there is someone out there. And there are a variety of sites to choose from to meet your specifications. As much similarity as there is in dating and interviewing, there are striking similarities to shopping for a pair of boots or a new husband in one browser.
No matter what website you are looking at there is the option to join a mailing list whether you are getting boots or a man. You can also set your preferences so that you only receive suggestions that will appeal to you. No booties. Yes, to the guy who enjoys football. No heels higher than four inches. No, convicted felons. Yes, to the black, brown, and gray boots. I only want to see guys who want kids. No, to the guy who has more piercings than I do. Banker? Boring. Mechanic? Dirty. Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no. You can build a profile tailored to stimulate your fancy.
Of course this can also work to your advantage as you describe yourself. I am so a size 6 jeans. I'm arm candy. Yes, I'd look great in spandex because there is not an ounce of flab on me. Usher would freakin' love me. He sings about me all the time, "measurements was 36-25-34." And yes, I can work it. I am sure I won't get a muffin top if I go with the hip hugger jeans. No, I don't have any emotional baggage from the last piece of crap I dated. I am completely content with myself and don't pop diet pills to lose another three pounds so I can fit into my skinny jeans.
Every site you shop on is going to offer you images too. You can pull up a picture of that purse you want and zoom in to see the pattern. Your e-mail announces you have new matches and six of the eight have photos. If we can't see a good picture of what we are looking to buy we are more than likely going not even give it a second glance. Who cares if there is a 100% review rating and everyone is claiming this is the best purse you'll ever invest $175 in. It doesn't matter that the potential suitor wrote from his heart and really laid it all out there and previewed his soul. Nope. We move on to find something that we are "attracted to." We won't discuss that there are no reviews for potential suitors. I'm sure that'd be entirely unfair. However, for some it might help. "I know his profile picture looks like a mug shot but he is so much cuter in person."
Internet shopping makes it easy to shop around because there are no eager sales people/suitors to look in the eye as you reject the product/them. With one click you can move on until you find something that you like better. These boots are almost what I want, but I'm not in love with them. Let's head over to DSW.com because I got a coupon in my email. He's 6'1", makes over a hundred grand a year, drives a BMW. Crap. His favorite band is Metallica. Who listens to that crap? Next? Oh look this one loves quiet walks on the beach, dancing in the rain, pina coladas, and apparently crappy 70s music. Next. Holy crap!!!! Payless is having another BOGO. Should I get these? I don't really love them but they are 50% off. Even if I don't love them I didn't spend that much on them. And if when they arrive I hate them, I'll just return them.
Yet, the thing missing from internet shopping is the personal experience. Going into the dressing room and trying on the jeans. Finding out that yes, you are a size 8 and your butt looks fab in those jeans. Sitting with a guy and realizing that his favorite movie is Fight Club, and you freakin' hate it but you'll sit with him anyway just to be with him. Pulling on a pair of shoes and realizing you need a half size larger so you can wear warm socks though the winter. Talking to a guy covered in car grease who has a really great smile and will clean up nicely if he just uses that goop that smells like oranges. Spending time with a friend going through every rack and just enjoying a few hours of girl time. Learning to change the tire on your car not because he'll ever make you do it but because it means you get to be together.
In the past week I've received four pairs of boots in the mail. (Shut up! I beat the crowds even the ones doing the online shopping.) The first two pair that arrived I didn't get too excited over. I've worn one pair and I'm debating returning the other. I received two other pair today and I can't wait to wear them to work tomorrow. The hardest part is going to be choosing which ones to wear and then finding the clothes to go with them. I'm pretty sure that everyone else would appreciate it if I wore clothes with the boots tomorrow. It was hit-or-miss with them. I always had the fail safe of returning them which probably helped to keep the apprehension at bay as I hit the "submit order" button.
It is a lot harder to return the guy. When you've brought him home you can't just throw him back in the box and send him back. The boots will never know they didn't have a home with me. Someone else will come along and take them home. (Surprisingly there are more woman that I thought that have feet as large as mine.) Guys are more like puppies. They may not eat your shoes but they'll complain about how many you have. They have to be fed, watered, and encouraged to bathe. And they have a tendency to know when you've about reached your limit. They'll turn those sad eyes on you and offer up a lick (the puppies get your mind out of the gutter) or an apology and you can't help but give them one more chance. They'll end up staying until they've grown on you and you can't imagine your life without them. Even as you walk them in the middle of winter in the middle of the night in the middle of a snowstorm.
Yes, I turned 30 a month ago. No, I never thought on my thirtieth birthday I'd be single. I figured by now I'd be married with at least two kids or maybe four. Somehow though I can't bring myself to browse the online dating websites looking for "The One." I'd probably miss a great one because it is so much easier to be shallow when you are reading a profile. And despite the probably massive number of grammatical errors that are floating around in this entry, a large pet peeve is misspellings and lack of punctuation. I'd move on quickly if there were no definitive paragraphs. I may buy my boots online but maybe if I start buying them in stores there'll be a chance encounter in aisle six with a really great guy that doesn't look good on paper but is beyond irresistible.
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