It takes a village.

Bible
Every night before bed my son and I read together.  He dives under the covers and we read stories that take us to far away places like Little Critter Land and the Island of Sodor.  We also read the classics from my youth like Robert Munsch and The Berenstain Bears. When we were at Costco a few weeks ago we found the Berenstain Bears Storybook Bible and have already read through it completely and are now turning to our favorite stories each night.  My son loves the story of Jesus and finds David to be quite compelling.  It’s been a really fun read together and the pictures are quite delightful.  Each story also comes with commentary from Mom of course and I think he finds it funny.

I love to talk to my son about life and faith and all kinds of things as it happens around us but it’s not something that I do in an age specific way.  It’s something we live in this house and as a result I don’t really think about programming it into our day at a specific time, it’s just what we do.  I think this may be unusual in the Christian circuit, or at least it feels that way to me today.  My son went to a Jump into JK program at our local Christian School to try it out and see if it was a good fit for him.  As he is a shy fellow he wouldn’t let me leave so I got to see what they were doing and I was amazed.  As all the kids sat around the mat they knew word for word ‘Jesus Loves Me’ and X sat there giving me the side eye as I had obviously failed him in not teaching it to him.  It’s not that we don’t listen to Christian music ever.  I have it playing on my iPhone in my mix and he knows some of the songs pretty well.  As we were driving out of the school parking lot he was belting out the chorus from Josh Turner’s Long Black Train.  Hearing a three year old sing “But there’s victory in the Lord I say” is pretty funny especially after he couldn’t sing Jesus Loves Me.

I think part of this stems from the fact that I tend to bounce around.  We’ve been lucky lately in that I’ve only been supplying in one congregation but we move from church to church as a family and as X. is fairly shy he doesn’t jump in and out of Sunday School programs easily.  I teach him at home.  We pray and read and talk about Jesus but he doesn’t get those kid songs that I remember from my youth. I wonder if this is a good thing or a bad thing.  I wonder how it will impact him as he grows.  He is very comfortable in church and is generally well behaved for my husband.  He enjoys listening to hymns and singing along where he can.  Also he shouts out ‘Amen’ at inappropriate times and I find this hilarious. He’s a kid who’s not church-schooled but is very churched.  I wonder how this will work in the future and I suspect he has an advantage, his mom is someone who has resources and tools to teach him at home.  Maybe it’s not conventional but it works for us and he’ll learn it’s okay to probe and question in faith from us.  I’m glad I can do this for him but I wonder about the other kids.  What happens to the families in the church when programming ceases to exist for them.  Where do they turn or do they turn anywhere?

The first thing on the chopping block for any church seems to be Sunday School or child related programming.  This is especially true when the numbers are small.  This is so backward to me.  We should be investing in our children.  Sharing with them and showing them that they are important, that they in fact are the future.  We should let them know that they matter and we should be learning from them, after all Jesus did say unless we become like children there is no getting into the kingdom of heaven. This is a real problem for us.  How can we learn from the children when we don’t see them or place any value on them besides the ten minutes they entertain us during the children’s time in worship?

Do we value our children? Are we giving them what they need?  Do we look to them as our future?

These are questions we really need to be asking.  Like it or not our children are the future.  It’s not about us, it’s about them.  It’s about helping them grow in faith and helping them discover the world around them.  It’s about finding ways to engage and encourage them as they  make their way.  It’s about sharing the gospel in an exciting way because it’s an exciting message. While my son may not know Jesus Loves Me, he will hopefully grow up knowing that God loves him and it’s okay to make mistakes as long as you get back on that horse to try again.  He’ll learn about grace and forgiveness, redemption and living life to the fullest.  I want him to fully engage, to question and ponder.   We will teach these things to him and when we settle once more in a charge I am hopeful that a congregation will assist in this. It takes a village to raise a child.  We need to be that village for our children. To love them and lift them up in faith. To pray for them and give them everything they need to make their way into the world.  Are we doing that?  Are we giving them everything we have?  If not, maybe we should think about what we are doing and ask ourselves if it’s enough.

The month in which I barely blogged

I have neglected my blog terribly this month.  I’ve published 5 times!  It’s been a tough month in these parts and ministry took over my life.  It’s as it should be I suppose but I do need to write, I love to do it.  Somehow this month the universe forgot I’m supposed to be a supply preacher and I worked almost as much as if I was fully employed.  I need some serious scheduling assistance and have decided I have to dedicate time for writing.  My balance is not right and that needs to be corrected.

Balance is important, especially in Holy Week.  I’ve been struggling to find time to really sink into the texts myself and step away from the constant need to improve and play with my services.  I need to find moments of reflection and take time to hear what is happening.  As we gather at the table, as we listen for the hammer of nails, as we rejoice at the tomb I want to be there, present not distracted by details and really remember the story.   Life has been so busy I feel as thought I’m running through things, missing details and that has to stop.  I am going to grab a cup of tea and sit for a while, reflecting on moments and pieces of the story I’ve been too busy to see.  I’ve neglected my blog and myself terribly this month.  Here’s to April having a different outcome.

In death, a resurrection.

Yesterday was grey here.  The kind of grey that looms over you and has you wondering if spring will ever come. Our city has been in mourning as our summer music festival was cancelled. The outpouring of grief that flooded the newspaper was unsurprising to me. For a generation it has been the thing that brought this struggling place to life and reminded us of what was possible. Each summer the downtown core was resurrected and we bore witness to life and vitality. As I read and listened, it wasn’t the music people were mourning but the loss of community, of connectedness. It was a place people would gather, would come home to.  It was more than just the music, it was the people.

Yesterday was grey here. The kind of grey that hangs heavy in your heart and as I walked from my car towards the hospice death was on my mind. But in that moment a burst of noise shot forth around me.  As I walked towards the place where life intersects with death I saw glimpses of what was to come. The honking grew loud, I turned to look up and I saw the Canadian Geese coming home. Together they flew in two groups, majestic and proud.  The song of their flight brought hope for the spring, remembrances of resurrection. For as they return, so too will the color.  Soon we will see green shoots on the ground.  Daffodils will dance once more.  The leaves will shoot forth and new life will be seen. The world will once again bear witness to the resurrection.

Even on the greyest of days there is hope.  Easter is coming.  New life will come.

Multitude Monday.

I’d like to thank Karen @ Faith Family and Fibro for giving me the idea of counting my blessings today. Her post about theatre camp & things to be thankful for got me thinking about what I’m grateful for. Today’s been a good day. My list is good and full.

Today I’m thankful for:

1: An early morning call from a friend I haven’t talked to in a while.  It was wonderful to connect and hear how her life was going.

2: A morning coffee date with another friend {a wise woman} who graciously gives of her time and teaches me how to live well through her actions and words.

3: An energetic boy who never seems to run out of steam.

4: Left over Chili in the fridge so Momma doesn’t have to make dinner.

5: Thomas the Tank Engine {in book, tv, pillow and toy fashion}.  Thomas makes X. very happy.

6: A husband who while busy throughout the day never fails to check in on us to make sure we’re ok.

7: The opportunity to be Matron of Honor at my sister’s wedding.  Hooray!

8: Tomato plants that are over 5 feet tall and loaded with tomatoes.

9: My son’s interest in dinosaurs.  I love dinosaurs and have really enjoyed learning about all of the new discoveries since I was a kid.

10: Vacation and summer brain fog.  It means I’ve stopped working and have time to just exist.  It’s wonderful even if I appear slightly stupid at times.  :)

Tropical Blueberry Dream.

The Tropical Blueberry Dream.  A dramatic name for what may be my best smoothie yet.  Seriously delicious, packing nutrition in every sip this smoothie will transport you to a beach in the Caribbean {in your mind anyways}.  It’s a vacation in a glass and you won’t be disappointed.  Enjoy!

Ingredients:

  • 1 pint blueberries
  • 1 banana
  • 1/4 of a whole pineapple
  • 1 c almond milk
  • 2 c packed baby spinach
Instructions:

  • Load all the ingredients in your blender and blend until smooth. 
Extra Information:
  • If you don’t have a high powered blender {like my Vitamix} you may want to blend as you go adding as the mix gets smooth.  I’m ever so grateful that my husband gifted me with my Vitamix as it makes smoothie making a breeze.

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And then there was silence.

At present I am unoccupied on Sundays.  It’s a glorious thing.  There is nothing forcing me anywhere at any specific time.  I can go anywhere I want, to any church I want or even not to church if I’m so inclined.  I’m currently on a three week break and I’m really enjoying it.  I was a little burnt out, tired of always being the cheerleader and I needed some time alone.

As a serious introvert I do need time away.  I need quiet time in the day to relax and unwind.  When I’m working I often loose that time as I keep X. company during the day, visit with my husband at night and manage to cram work in.   On top of that I am apparently an empath {or at least my husband jokingly calls me that} and I have a tendency to feel the feelings of the people around me.  This can be a good and a bad thing at times.

Usually I have barriers in place to keep myself happy and at peace.  Lately it’s just all gotten to be too much.  Every church I went to had some type of anxiety, fear, worry or hesitation.  So many voices.  So many questions.  So many demands. I know it’s the way things are but it was wearing me down so I took a break.  And then there was silence…

The silence has been wonderful.  With the voices gone, I’ve sunk into life.  I’ve felt God’s presence.  I’ve embraced comfortable jeans, watched movies with my husband and dug in my garden.  I’ve prayed and prayed.  I’ve read and debated.  I’ve sat in silence and marveled at the world around me.   The anxiety and fear are not present here.   There is no worry or hesitation.  In my house there is peace.

I love peace.

Feeling peace is incredible.  It doesn’t mean there aren’t moments of passion or heated debate.  It doesn’t mean there aren’t questions or moments of wonder.  It just means that through it all you know things are ok, God is there and will continue to be there. I wish the church could feel this peace, could embrace God’s presence and feel peace as it walks through this time of transition.

I will continue to enjoy my time.  I will watch my brother and sister graduate, enjoy picnics in the park and maybe take in a show or two.  The time will pass to quickly and soon I will be back to work.  Until then I’ll exist in the silence, I will embrace the gift of time that God has given me.

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I’d love to know how you recharge when you’re feeling overwhelmed?  Leave a comment below…

Easter is hard.

Easter is hard. Jesus starts the week triumphant, riding on a donkey. He ends it on a cross.  In between there is pain. There is agony. There are questions.  Then comes death.  Emotions run high.  Despair and emptiness are almost felt in the air.  That emptiness lingered when he was gone. Amplified by his absence.

Swirling in the disciples minds are thoughts of anguish and despair.
Ashamed at their actions, horrified by their decisions, they hide and mourn. Then something changed. The world was somehow different. The rock is rolled away. The tomb is vacated. Before the women arrive, hope returns but no one knows it yet.  When the women arrive, hope starts to spread.  Life springs forth. Everything is new once more.

Easter is hard. We want to skip over the bad parts, to travel right from the triumphant entry into the empty tomb.  We want to travel from hope into hope.

Given the choice, we would gloss over the real parts, we would ignore the ugliness of humanity.  These parts of the story resonate too deeply in our souls.  But if we allow ourselves to live the story, to go from start to finish we find something incredible.  In despair we see God. In ugliness we find beauty. In darkness we find light.  In shame we find forgiveness.  Through it all, we see Jesus.

We see Jesus.
The one who brings hope. The one who is light. The one who is.

When we enter the story we see Jesus.  That’s what’s truly hard.  Seeing Jesus forces us to confront his place in our lives. Seeing Jesus forces us to let him in. When we let Jesus in our lives change.  Easter changes us and change can be scary.

Don’t be afraid to let Jesus in this week. Easter may be hard, but nothing great ever came easily.  Just ask Jesus…

An open letter to Courtney Stodden

Dear Courtney,

We don’t know each other but I feel connected to you somehow.  It may have something to do with the countless hits I get daily from people searching for news on you, your clothing and {lately} some rather interesting body parts.  How surprised they must be when they happen upon a website run by a minister/mother who said you would be welcome in their church.  I’m sure my site is not what they were looking for.

We have a few things in common.  We’re both vegetarian and devout Christians. My twitter feed tends to be a little tamer than yours but I do update regularly so that’s another thing we both enjoy.  I’m into fashion as well.  But where you like feather boas and giant stilettos, I tend to lean towards accent scarves and cute ballerina flats.

I guess from there the similarities end. At 17 I was often found tucked in my bedroom reading magazines, dreaming of my future and trying to find a way to finish the homework I’d left to the last minute.  I wasn’t married and famous.  I didn’t even have a boyfriends.  I didn’t have to put on a show every time I went with my friends and believe me that’s a good thing.  I enjoyed my friends and loved goofing off.

I wonder what it must be like for you, to be 17 and hyper-sexualized.  To think that the only thing that matters to other people is how you look and how you dress.  I wonder if you’re able to have a normal teenage day.  Do you have friends and goof around?  Do you go to football games and pep rallies?  Do you ever get to take off the mask and just be you?

I’d love to get to know you.  To find out what really matters to you. Most of all, I’d love to give you a hug and tell you it’s okay to be 17.  You’ve got all the time in the world to be an adult but only moments left of that precious time called adolescence.

Take care of yourself,

Becky

The Lorax

I really want to see the Lorax.  Luckily I live with a little guy so I have the perfect excuse to go to this movie.  I can pretend it’s all about him.  Seriously though, I love the message of the Lorax and want my son to realize how truthful this line is:

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better.  It’s not.” – The Lorax by Dr. Seuss


Am I the only one who wants to see this movie?  Please tell me I’m not alone!

Random Thought Thursday: February 23rd Edition

  1. I have forced myself to get active once more. My treadmill has been giving me the evil eye every time I go downstairs to watch t.v. and I have these dreams that I will become a runner.  I stink at running but a girl can dream and any kind of exercise is good for me.
  2. I may have purchased some new TOMS for spring.  They are so cute and it gives someone else a pair of shoes.   I’m quite excited for warm, non-rainy weather to wear them!
  3. This week at the Olive Garden my favorite sweater was destroyed when our lovely {and I mean that sincerely} waitress accidentally poured wine all over it.  I wasn’t angry but am so sad about it.  I know I shouldn’t be attached to things but it was just so comfy.
  4. There are buds on the tree next door, the sap is running in the trees and there are spring decorations in my home.  I might be pushing it but I’m looking forward to warmer weather and a little sunshine.  I love spring!
  5. Now that we’ve caught up on Storage Wars and are anxiously awaiting new episodes we’ve been forced to turn to Pawn Stars in replacement.  I find myself sucked in by the history behind artifacts and love seeing unique pieces.  We’ve really been enjoying it lately.
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