Wednesday, August 6, 2014
It's not called babysitting when they're your own kids.
I remember building stuff with my dad, and him chaperoning field trips, and us sharing Whatchamacallit candy bars.
I agree with this video (It's an ad, but with a good point.); we need more smart dads represented in the media. Involved parenting changes our future, to be sure, but it more importantly changes our now.
I agree, but do I "Like" it?
We are blessed with such great friends who pray with and for us, even when (especially when) we can't share much information except that a need exists.
We held a pretty big life change under wraps until we could tell my parents face-to-face, and in the intervening weeks we hinted around that change was afoot but not what it was.
Now that we finally can tell people (one-to-one at least, we're still not entirely out of radio silence... but ask me in person!), the most common response has been, "How do you feel about it?", with a strong undercurrent of "I'm with you. I support you. I stand by your decisions and will take whatever side of the discussion you want me to take."
To that end, I think, FB needs a "empathy "button. It's better than a "like" button. You click "empathy" when you like something or agree with someone or laugh along with them. You click "empathy" when someone posts something you agree with and dislike alongside them. You click "empathy" when prayer is needed. When a friend is hurting. When there is injustice.
Our children's ministry director, under whom I've taught 2nd/3rd long enough that my first crop of 3rd graders are college juniors, asked me to send a list of requests for the kids to pray with us in junior worship. I told her to tell the kids that I believe they are not the church of the future, they are the church now.
We held a pretty big life change under wraps until we could tell my parents face-to-face, and in the intervening weeks we hinted around that change was afoot but not what it was.
Now that we finally can tell people (one-to-one at least, we're still not entirely out of radio silence... but ask me in person!), the most common response has been, "How do you feel about it?", with a strong undercurrent of "I'm with you. I support you. I stand by your decisions and will take whatever side of the discussion you want me to take."
To that end, I think, FB needs a "empathy "button. It's better than a "like" button. You click "empathy" when you like something or agree with someone or laugh along with them. You click "empathy" when someone posts something you agree with and dislike alongside them. You click "empathy" when prayer is needed. When a friend is hurting. When there is injustice.
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between
my brothers and my sisters
All over this land.
We are so blessed by our pray-ers. Thank you.
Our children's ministry director, under whom I've taught 2nd/3rd long enough that my first crop of 3rd graders are college juniors, asked me to send a list of requests for the kids to pray with us in junior worship. I told her to tell the kids that I believe they are not the church of the future, they are the church now.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Keenly observant
I'm the church terp, so I face the congregation during worship. Today after worship, one of my friends (whose wonderfully enthusiastic daughter is in my Sunday School class) came up to me and asked, "Do you know you have an eyeball on your dress?"
Yes, yes, I do. I was #vandaleyes-ed by my delightfully creative niece. The last time I wore this dress, she noticed that I'd lost a jewel. Fortunately she remembered that I always have emergency googly eyes in my purse. Thank you, Anne Wheaton!
My niece is awesome.
HOOH!
My dashboard lights blinked out on me today. THAT was disconcerting. And it was just the dashboard lights -- the radio's lights and the odometer LCD, both on the dimmer were just fine. But I called my mechanic friend to see if he knew what fuse needed to be replaced and he said he'd take a look. It wasn't a fuse. He said the whole dome of the dash would have to be taken apart to see what was wrong. Bummer. How expensive/time consuming would that be?
Well, we hadn't talked for awhile so we chewed the fat for about 20 min (lots of changes in both our families), and I suddenly looked over to discover that my dash lights were back on! Entirely of their own accord. My car healed itself. (Amazing self-healing machine, HOOH!)
I told my friend he should add that to his resume, that he laid hands on cars to heal them.
Well, we hadn't talked for awhile so we chewed the fat for about 20 min (lots of changes in both our families), and I suddenly looked over to discover that my dash lights were back on! Entirely of their own accord. My car healed itself. (Amazing self-healing machine, HOOH!)
I told my friend he should add that to his resume, that he laid hands on cars to heal them.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Know your audience
Looking at a dumpling menu which includes one filled with "pork and scallions".
ESL friend: What are scallions?
me: They're related to green onions...
...Do you have onion grass, chives, growing in your yard?...
...In the VeggieTales Daniel & the Lions Den? They're the guys who go "Dunn-dunn-dunn..." (moving shoulders back and forth, as in "Oh No, what we gonna do").
ESL friend: Thank you! Now I know what you're talking about!
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