Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Cold Little Bird



There once was a little bird flying South for the winter. He was so cold that he decided to stop in a field in Indiana. As he shivered in the open field, a cow came up and dropped a pile of manure on him. Suddenly, he was warm! The little bird was so happy, he immediately began chirping and singing for joy. The farmer's cat heard the noise and pawed the manure off of the little bird. The cat then promptly ate the bird.


The moral of the story?


  • Not everyone that drops manure on you is your enemy.
  • Not everyone that digs you out of a manure pile is your friend.
  • Should you find yourself in manure, keep your mouth shut!!!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Being Still


If you bury an emotion, it's always buried alive. ~Gary Oliver

Behold, you delight in truth in the inward being, and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart. ~Psalm 51


I haven't blogged for a few days, but with good reason...


There are times when I just need to LISTEN.


Listen to the lessons my Father desires to teach me.


And when I keep speaking/writing/blah, blah, blahing, I hear MY voice and not HIS.


And so, I am taking a few days to "be still" and sit at the feet of my Saviour and learn from Him.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Innocent English

Okay, so on Wednesday I wrote about an note I saw from a Facebook friend who lives in Europe. Here is the actual story:


AP) An Australian publisher is reprinting 7,000 cookbooks over a recipe for pasta with "salt and freshly ground black people." Penguin Group Australia's head of publishing, Bob Sessions, acknowledged the proofreader for the Pasta Bible should have picked up the error, but called it nothing more than a "silly mistake." The "Pasta Bible" recipe for spelt tagliatelle with sardines and prosciutto was supposed to call for black pepper. "We're mortified that this has become an issue of any kind and why anyone would be offended, we don't know," he told The Sydney Morning Herald for a story printed Saturday. "We've said to bookstores that if anyone is small-minded enough to complain about this ... silly mistake, we will happily replace (the book) for them." The reprint will cost Penguin 20,000 Australian dollars ($18,500), but books already in stores will not be recalled because doing so would be "extremely hard," Sessions said.

The reason I am writing about this again is because I think some people think I am being quite racist. Nothing could be further from the truth. People that know me and know my heart would tell you I love people and would never intentionally hurt some one with hate language. It was just a mishap with the English language and it happens to be funny. The end. So those of you that have been eye-balling my innocent little blog looking for racial hatred, stop looking because it ain't here. And that's all I'm going to say about THAT!

But while we're on the topic of innocent mishaps with our language, let me add a few more:

  • Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
  • Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
  • New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
  • Crack Found on Governor’s Daughter
  • Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
  • Hospitals are Sued by Seven Foot Doctors

And, in closing, i share with you my new YouTube favorite:



Laughter...it really is THE BEST medicine!!!!

My Teaching Week Is Over

My teaching week is over. Time for a weekend of freedom to begin! Here are a few of the pictures that capture what I've been up to this past week:






For EARTH DAY we attended the movie Oceans and met this little cutie!

We also went to the museum and met Papilio from the 3D movie, Bugs.

Here we are attempting to make an edible version of Papilio.

Christopher did a fantastic job!


The finished product...yum!!




My homeschool students spending a day at the museum. We had soooooo much fun!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Ya Just Gotta Laugh

Today I woke up and this thought actually popped into my head...Why don't you bake a bug cake during school today?

Totally random thought,eh?

Well, it fit my reality for the day, because one of my students would be gone.. Since we just took a "bug" field trip yesterday, I thought this would be a fun way to conclude our unit. And for thinking it up at the last moment, it turned out to be a fantastic project!

Here is the video I found only 30 minutes before I left for work:



How to make an inchworm cake and bug cupcakes

I have pictures, but I'll have to share them later.
When I got home, I was so tired and was ready to cancel my afternoon classes. My one ear is really bothering me and is totally blocked at this point, so it just sounded good to relax for awhile. Then the phone rang and I found out my classes were cancelled! Hallelujah!!!
But, alas, my happiness was rather short-lived. Bill called and I could tell he was driving in his car. Before he could even tell me, my intuition kicked into high gear and my only thought was
"L A Y O F F !" I was right...sort of. They told Bill that they were in between contracts so he could take a few days off. Hopefully, he will be called back in next week, but last time this happened "next week" turned out to be about four months. Please pray!
That's when laughter became my medicine. One of my friends posted a news article about a cookbook that was causing an uproar in Europe. Apparently it should have read, "add crushed black pepper". Instead, it was written as, "add crushed black people". Jesse Jackson might show up at my house tomorrow, but I couldn't help it...I laughed!!!!
Then David came downstairs to tell me about a dating website. He sent messages to "Men Looking for Women" instead of to "Women Looking for Men". He figured out the mistake he made, but not before he got an email informing him that "Steve has sent you a message!" That provided a much needed laugh, as well!
Despite circumstances, it just feels good to laugh, doesn't it?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sleepless Night/Satisfying Day


Did you ever have one of those nights when you long to sleep, but it just eludes you? That was me last night. Finally, I just gave up and got up.

First thing I noticed was that my right ear felt funny and was making funny noises inside of my head. I put my hand to my ear, and it was bleeding. Oh, great! I tried not to panic and talked myself out of hyper-ventilating. But the first chance I had, I called Dr. Klinke!

I had to leave for work really early because we had a field trip today. I took my students to the museum where we watched a great 3-D movie about bugs. We also saw a special exhibit on magic. They had lots of interesting artifacts from Harry Houdini and other magicians, as well as many interesting videos of classic magical tricks. One of my students kept exclaiming in a very

L O U D voice, "How did they do that?!!!" I think she was asking the question that the rest of us wanted to ask but were too embarrassed to. (ARGH!!! I don't like ending sentences with a preposition, but how else do I word this?)

After the field trip, I had two Dr. appointments. They couldn't see anything in my ear because of the blood, so I was given drops to use and told to come back when the drops are gone.

Then it was on to more teaching. My youngest student made a breakthrough today. She started to read! I love to be witness to the awesome awakening of discovery! I wish I could have captured the precious look on her face as she joyfully shouted, "I DID IT ALL BY MYSELF!!!"

Off to bed...hope I sleep better tonight.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

A Most Unexpected Entry

Here is a sentence I NEVER thought I would write: I just got finished working in the yard.



As a child, I remember my sister Nancy always mowing our little lawn on Larkspur Avenue. When we moved to a larger home with a sizable yard, my Dad did the work. Well, most of it. But he had beautiful rose bushes, and the most interesting flowering trees. At our cottage is where my Dad really went above and beyond the expectations of what most people would consider a yard for a cottage to be like. It was my job to pick up the sticks in the yard during the week so that when he drove up for the weekend, he was able to mow the lawn. I got a penny per stick! We had a large, circular driveway that was outlined by cinder blocks. Every block had three holes and into each hole he planted annuals. Sometimes he planted marigolds and sometimes he planted petunias. We had the best looking yard on the lake!


Unfortunately, I did not inherit my Dad's green thumb. Florists and gardeners would probably ban me from their shops if they knew the devastating effect I seem to have on anything alive and green.


Well, for sometime now, I have been toying with the idea of redoing the little front entrance to our house. And today was the day! I took out the dying azaleas and replaced them with gardenias. I put the azalea bushes in pots and am going to try to baby them back to health. If they survive, I would like to replant them along the side of our house.


Here are a few pictures of the fruits of my labor. I thought I better take pictures today, because there is no telling how those little flowers are going to look next week at this time! Not too bad for a beginner, eh? Oh, and I was so proud of the fact that I went all by myself to some way-out-in-the-country place to hand pick the pavers! I had to put them on a cart, get the cart weighed and then put them all in my trunk. I had so much fun there that I want to go back and get more pavers for around the base of our trees.







Bella checking out this most historic occasion.
She can't believe her eyes!




My next wish is to get a bench to put on the front "porch" and maybe some planters! Stay tuned...

Friday, April 16, 2010

Madea Gives Relationship Advice

Are you familiar with Tyler Perry? This is one of my favorite clips. It's long but full of some thought provoking ideas about relationships. If you can't watch the whole thing, skip to about the five minute mark where she/he talks about seasonal friends...something interesting to think about.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Don't Worry! Be Happy!

4Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Phillipian 4: 4-7


Back in 1988, a rather simple little song captured the attention of the world. It was sung by Bobby McFerrin and it was titled, Don't Worry. Be Happy. Here are a few of the lyrics:

In every life we have some trouble/ When you worry you make it double/ Don't worry, be happy.
Ain't got no place to lay your head/ Somebody came and took your bed/ Don't worry, be happy.
The landlord say your rent is late/ He may have to litigate/ Don't worry, be happy.
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style/ Ain't got no gal to make you smile/ But don't worry, be happy.

The song made it clear that life is hard! But don't worry! Be happy!

To many people, that might be what they think Paul is talking about in Philippians 4: 4-7. Paul, however, is going a bit deeper than Bobby McFerrin. Paul isn't just talking about happiness. Paul is talking about joy!

So what's the difference between happiness and joy? Happiness is something we try to conjure up ourselves. Happiness is all about us. If we find enough pleasures in this life, then we will be happy. If we feel down, eat a candy bar. That will make you happy. Or buy a new pair of shoes. That will make you really happy!! Find the right purse, drive the latest car, move to the nicest neighborhood! Sheer happiness!

The problem is, these things make us happy for a while, but eventually the happiness fades.

Joy has more substance. More depth. Joy doesn't depend on our circumstances and it doesn't slowly fade away like the morning dew. Truth be told, joy doesn't depend on us at all! That's why Paul can tell believers to be full of joy. Why? Because, like it says in verse 5, the Lord is near!

Someone once wrote, "Joy is not the absense of pain, but the presense of God." And when He is near, when we have prayed to Him about our worries and concerns, He goes one step further. Paul tells us that He guards our hearts. Satan is always ready to try to steal our joy, but God is near. He not only shares our concerns; He doesn't only guards our hearts. He gives us something that the candy bar can't offer; God gives His children peace.

Your Father is near, beloved. Rejoice!

Dear Heavenly Father, Thank You for Your gift of joy. Forgive us when we try to find joy in places where it can't be found. Patiently teach us, Father, that true joy is only found in knowing You.

* This is a part of a Devotional Carnival hosted by Rachel Olsen. To see more devotions on the topic of JOY, please visit http://rachelolsen.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Our Weird and Whacky English Language



I used to think teaching high school English in Mississippi was a challenge. And it was...until I moved to Texas! Every afternoon, I have the privilege of teaching English to students of all ages and stages. I have a student who is a medical doctor. I also have a student who is a chemical engineer. And then I have my "babies": sweet little elementary age children who are simply precious. They all have one thing in common - for all of them, English is a second language.

Just this week, my youngest student keeps asking me the same question: "Where were you a baby?" Today her question finally made sense: she's been trying to figure out why I don't speak her first language. I guess it just makes perfect sense to her that because I was a baby in the United States, I only speak English. But she takes GREAT pride in the fact that she speaks Italian, Spanish, and "a little Japanese"!

Today something cute happened. A second grade student was reading me a Dr. Seuss book. The consistent rhyme scheme in his books are wonderful for emergent readers of English. Today the story had the word "bow" in it. She pronounced it "bow" as in "low" or "tow" - with a long "o" sound. The problem was, the word, based on context should have been pronounced "bow" as in "now" or "how". She shot me an astonished look when I corrected her. Thankfully, I could show her the rhyming word in the story for "bow" was "WOW!!!". Finally, she was able to trust that what I was saying was, indeed, true.

This little scenario reminded me of an email that I received from my college roommate. She, too, was an English major. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. And, for me, it really puts into perspective the difficulty my students have learning this silly language of ours!

1) The bandage was wound around the wound.

2) The farm was used to produce produce .

3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.

4) We must polish the Polish furniture.

5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.

6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present .

8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.

9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

10) I did not object to the object.

11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row .

13) They were too close to the door to close it.

14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.

15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.

16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

18) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

19) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

20) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France . Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Ahhhhh, Sweet Saturday!


Today was so casual and relaxing and well, just plain great! I awoke to some very unexpected rain, and it appeared that our plans to work in the yard would have to be put on hold. But then the clouds dissipated and the sun came out in all of her glory! God graced us with beautiful weather, and it was just the right temperature to make the outside work enjoyable.


After dropping David off at work, we headed to a place to eat that we had never tried before - the Grand Lux. It is owned by the Cheesecake Factory and it has a very similar menu. I had a wonderful Southwestern salad, while Bill enjoyed a hamburger.


Bill afforded me the luxury of spending 45 minutes to browse in a store...not the stores, but A store! He knows me too well and the temptations that lurk for me if I am set loose in a mall. Anyway, I put my 45 minutes to good use and found a pair of navy blue shoes - on sale!!! I have been looking for the longest time for casual navy shoes and just couldn't find any. Black, yes. I found tons of black shoes I liked, but they never came in navy. But today, there they were! And if shoes could talk, they were calling my name!


What made this even more wonderful was the women that sold me the shoes. It's terrible to admit, but I really looked bad. I shouldn't have gone out in public the way I looked...no makeup, messy hair, and my Trinity sweatshirt. Get the picture? So there I was, schlepping around the Galleria - a very high-end, rather sophisticated shopping district - in jeans and a sweatshirt. I start looking at the shoes and this women comes to ask if I need any help. The first thing she said after the initial, "May I help you" was. "I noticed your sweatshirt". (Yeah lady, you and everyone else in this store! I know, I know, I should not be allowed out on the streets looking like this!) Then she said. "Where is Trinity?" When I told her it was in Chicago, she was most disappointed. She is new to the Houston area and she is looking for a college where she can take Bible courses.


Then she asked, "Are you a student there?" (Wow, lady, you are my new best friend!) I told her no, I was a student there but that it was LONG ago and that now my daughter attends Trinity. I asked her if she was looking for a specific denomination and she said, "Well, I was raised Presbyterian." "I'm Presbyterian!", I said. Oh, we had such a grand time talking. She moved here from Kenya. She was a host on a Christian radio for almost 7 years...that's the job I want to have when I grow up!!! But then she met a wonderful American , married, and moved to Houston. Now she is ready to go back to a seminary. She had started her degree - has even taken Greek! - but is now looking for a place where she can continue her education.


Needless to say, my 45 minutes went by WAY too fast. But you know what? When I returned to the car, Bill wasn't there. So I walked to a cute little store where they sell delicious non-fat frozen yogurt by the ounce. You pick your bowl size, fill the bowl, select fresh fruit toppings, and then they weigh it. My, was it good! I carried if to the car, where Bill was waiting with his hands on his hips as if he was ready to say, "I told you 45 minutes, woman!" But he didn't. Instead, he said, "Let's sit outside and eat this over by the fountain." Ahhhh! It just doesn't get any better that this...me, on a bench, with yogurt in my hand, my husband on one side, and my shopping bag containing my new navy blue shoes on the other!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Asperger's is Difficult


This post is to add just a little awareness to my world, The world of Autism. And more specifically, for me, the world of Asperger's Syndrome. It's not easy. Everyday brings some sort of struggle. I am my son's voice. Yes, my son is now an adult, but this world is a frustrating place for him. He is that proverbial square that is always trying to fit into the round peg. And it hurts. It hurts my heart to see him struggle. To see people avoid him. To witness people that make fun of him behind his back. To see him ignored, as if his life doesn't matter.

Last week I heard about a documentary that was made about Autism in China. This is the trailer for that movie and I think it gives a little picture in the wonderful highs and devastating lows of living in the world of the autistic.


Autism CHILDREN OF THE STARS Documentary (Trailer) - Celebrity bloopers here

And here is a poem written by a mother that knows this world all too well.

Parking Lots Can Be Prolific

I am in the parking lot

digging for keys

coming

d

o

w

n

from

a pediatric dental visit




I am fumbling in my purse

among folded stacks of pre-op paperwork

forms I need to fill out

for the son that

refuses to open his mouth

and

requires a hospital stay

(they better give him an extra turn at the treasure chest for that)




She pulls her black suv into the parking spot next to mine

another suburban mom

another appointment

and

I hear her waking her sleeping beauty

small arms stirring in the carseat

a flash of brunette curls through the open passenger door




I stuff my boys into the back of the Volvo

absorbed in Deductibles

20% co-pays,

the potential risks of General Anesthesia




Deafeated

because

Why. Does. Everything. Have. To. Be. So. Hard?!




I turn to find

a tiny fairy princess

awakened

drenched in pink

her mama bending over her

making sure the straps aren't too tight

on her custom built

wheelchair




My self-pity

p u d d l e s

at my feet




I do not compare our pain

because

it doesn't make sense

to silently compete




we are both mothers, after all




I just quietly realize

that this world is filled with women

like me

loving their babies

fearful of the future

really freakin tired at the end of the day




I bet

if we went out for coffee

we could finish each other's sentences

the facts slightly fluctuating

but the bottom line,

our desire to protect, nurture, provide for our little ones without losing our minds

the same




and with this thought

I feel my strength renewed

despite knowing we will see plenty of

simple things

almost

always

become

very

complicated







in this silent communion

with this mother I do not know

I feel

a sense

of

peace




and on the short drive home

I wonder

if that

sturdy metal wheelchair

will manage to keep up

with her

daughter's

GIANT

dreams



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Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Sneeze

I don't know if this story has made its rounds on the email circuit already, but I just received this today and thought it was a wonderfully uplifting story to share! Thanks, Nancy!

THE SNEEZE


They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt.

Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears.

This class would NOT pray during the commencements, not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it.

The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.

The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech received a standing ovation.

A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened.

All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED !!!!

The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said,

'GOD BLESS YOU'

And he walked off the stage...
The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval.

This is a true story; it happened at the University of Maryland .

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Wildflowers

My dad was an interesting character. He seemed to have very definite "stages" of interests that he went through. While I was in junior high, he was an avid coin collector. He spent countless hours going through bags of coins in hot pursuit of specific pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters. Next, he moved on to cars. He collected antique cars and restored them. It was great fun going to car shows with him. He often won "Best of Show".


After cars, he moved on to antique glassware. His collection started off with tumblers and exploded from there! I was married by this time, but I remember visiting my parents when their condo basement was overflowing with Depression Glass and Carnival Glass. My parents went to many glassware conventions and my Dad was often a featured speaker.


But woven through each of these distinctive hobby stages, there was a hobby that remained constant - photography. My Dad loved taking pictures. And even with photography, he had unique stages! One time he took pictures of mailboxes! He would walk or ride his bike and look for unusual mailboxes. He found mailboxes in all sorts of weird and wacky designs!


And then there was his "sign" stage. He and Mom traveled a lot in their RV. Every time they came to a state sign, he took a picture of my Mother and the sign!


But I remember most his love for taking pictures of flowers. It was fun is to hear him go on and on about the azaleas and Magnolias and wisteria that he enjoyed when he would visit us in Mississippi.


I think I am just starting to appreciate his fascination with flowers. Last Saturday, Bill, David and I drove to Brenham,Texas. Brenham is the home of Blue Bell ice cream. (Be still my heart!)




Ice cream, however, was not what we were looking for on this trip. On this trip we were in search of the beautiful Texas wildflowers. We were not disappointed! We were treated to acres and acres of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush. The blues and oranges, the yellows and fuchsias were truly breathtaking. With each stop of the car to try and capture snapshots of the beauty we were enjoying, I found myself growing in appreciation of my Dad's love of both creation and the Creator!









Please make plans to visit us next Spring so we can share these beautiful scenes with you!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Let's Hear It For Old Age!

Words worth applauding!


"We do ourselves and others a disservice when we make old age something to be feared. Life is not a resource to be used up, so that the older we get, the less life we have left. Life is the accumulation of wisdom, love and experience of people encountered and obstacles overcome. The longer we live, the more life we possess."

Monday, April 5, 2010

Some Blah Blah Blah...

Yesterday when I turned on the computer, this video was featured...maybe some of you saw it.




Have you ever felt like the grey whale in this video? Me too! Struggle as I may, seems like the "killer whale" is never far away, eyeing my every move, ready to attack at any moment.

Yup! Some days it's just difficult to "Rejoice always!". Today I read a wonderful article that helped me realize why I have so many days when I feel like that poor, vulnerable migrating whale.

I've taped these into my journal and I'm sure I will find myself returning to them often.

Here are some of the factors that I think make me slip from the fundamentals of abiding in Christ:

* I start fixing my attention on the stream of experience and ordinariness instead of on Christ.
* I get tyrannized by busyness.
* I allow what’s true and what’s important to get hazy in my mind.
* I get fixated on little daily annoyances.
* I get trapped in fears of the future or regrets of the past.
* I get bogged down in worldly contentedness, even with wretched things.
* I skip a prayer time here and a prayer time there, and I tell myself it’s temporary and reversible.
* I start thinking visible things are more real than invisible.
* I don’t fight back against spiritual lethargy or depression. (This is abetted by bad theology about doctrines of grace that encourage complacency by mistaking obedience for works righteousness. found in World Magazine

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Happy Easter


I know that my Redeemer lives!

Job 19:25

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Face of Christ vs. Facing Christ

Because this is Passion Week, there have been many televised programs about the life and death of Christ. The one that received the most attention, however, was a documentary that aired on the History Channel. In this program, artists used the Shroud of Turin to calculate a 3-D image of what Christ may have looked like.


Image on the Shroud of Turin


One of the 3-d images based on the image from the Shroud

While I found the program interesting, it is nothing on which I base my faith. At the end of February, I spoke on Isaiah 61 at a women's retreat. During one of the lessons, we compared Isaiah 61 to Isaiah 53. I find it interesting that in chapter 53, Jesus is described as a person that was not what we might consider good-looking.

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
Isaiah 53:2

(Sorry...I can't seem to get my computer out of the italic mode!!!) I don't know about you, but whenever I think of the face of Jesus, I imagine Him to be most attractive...especially His eyes. Maybe I have been conditioned over time by various pictures I have seen. No where in the New Testament, to my knowledge, does it talk about what Jesus actually looked like. I have come to reason that this is because looks don't matter. The attraction of Jesus, for me, is His heart - His deep compassion for people and His unmistakable love for humanity. I believe God wanted the people attracted to His message rather than to His looks.

I think there is a far more critical question than the one asked by the History Channel in regards to Jesus' face. I believe a much more urgent question that needs to be answered is this: "Am I ready to face Jesus?".

But then, that question doesn't appeal much to our society today, does it?


Friday, April 2, 2010

Bill Update

Bill went to Dr. Klinke yesterday. He feels it is improving and is located in Bill's salivary gland...similar to mumps. He also gave Bill more antibiotics. It is visibly better, but still swollen.

Today, Bill had the day off. Together we watched a program about the crucifixion. Things I learned from my most intelligent husband:
  • A Passover lamb had to be perfect. It took 5 days to complete the exam for the lamb to insure it was blameless. It was exactly 5 days from Jesus triumphant entry into Jerusalem until his death on the cross.
  • The Passover lamb was offered at 3:00. Jesus died at 3:00.
I also found it interesting that there are outside historical accounts (other than the Bible) that it became dark from noon to 3:00. It was such a puzzling phenomena that secular historians of the time (eye witnesses) wrote about it.

Now, we are going to plant some flowers...(and tomatoes!)

Good Friday



Because of Christ's death, John Donne was able to write these words in his Holy Sonnet X:

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.


I Corinthians 15:55
"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?"


And that is why we call this Friday "Good".