Immunizing with Poison

I was stuck in Seattle traffic the other day, and I realized that I forgot my CD case at home.  Left without my typical source of entertainment, I resorted to calling everyone on my cell phone presets.  Nobody was home. Drat.  So, I dial surfed on the radio.  This time of year, you get your choice of Christmas music, sports, talk radio, or Christmas music.  I wasn’t in the mood for Christmas music, and listening to sports radio makes me want to hurt someone (maybe it brings out latent testosterone).  So, I settled on having someone talk at me for awhile.

I don’t have the stations memorized.  I’ve only lived here for a year and a half, after all.  So, unbeknownst to me, I was listening to NPR.  They were doing an interview with an actress I admire, and I actually found myself enjoying the experience for awhile.

Then, they switched to news.  I wanted to gnaw on my steering wheel.  I watched my finger fly to the radio dial, but just when I was ready to hit the closest button to make it stop, I checked myself.

 ”No,” I said to myself.  “This is good for me.”

Reluctantly, like a slapped puppy, I withdrew my finger and put both hands firmly on the steering wheel.  I forced myself to listen for 10 minutes more, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

In the movie The Princess Bride, Wesley wins his battle of wits by developing immunity to a highly lethal form of poison.  He does this by ingesting a small amount of it, little by little, over the years, gradually increasing his dose, until he could tolerate amounts that would be fatal to most people. 

I couldn’t help but think of brave Wesley as I sat listening to the news and opinions that differed so much from my own view of the world.  Too much of this stuff in one dose would suck the life out of me.  But I could tolerate a little bit.  Tomorrow, I might be able to handle a little bit more. 

For a Christian, there are many reasons to study our culture.  Paul’s missionary perspective was to understand the culture he lived in so he might best serve them.  He was even ready to adopt some different cultural habits, if it meant that he would draw some people to Christ: “To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all men so that by all possible means I might save some” (1 Corinthians 9:22). Keep in mind, though, that Paul wasn’t talking about doing things that were inherently sinful.  Jesus addresses this aspect when he prepares his disciples for ministering in the world: “I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.” (Matthew 10:16).   He wanted them to understand the people and the culture but not to become corrupted by them.  Basically, don’t let the poison get to you.  Be smart about it.

Listening to NPR is just one form of this cultural training.  You could read a book written by someone in secular mainstream right now, someone you know you disagree with in general.  For example, every time I see Christopher Hitchen’s book, God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything, I want to turn all the copies upside down or move them in the fantasy section at the bookstore.  Maybe in addition to that, I should read a copy (On a side note, I don’t like purchasing these books since I realize that I vote with my dollar, so to speak.  I’d rather borrow them from the library or read them at the bookstore.). 

Whatever books you’re reading or cultural forms you’re studying, don’t forget to remain grounded in the Word of God.  It’s our guide through all the murky waters: “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path” (Psalm 119:105).

Why We Call it Black Friday

Black circles under your eyes from waking up so early

Black and blue bruises all over from the flying elbows and cart collisions

Black, the kind of coffee you chug to keep awake

Black, the mood your husband gets into when you drag him along

Black, the color of ink on all those cash register receipts

Black tire marks left in the parking lots when people rush to the next store

Black sky when you leave, black sky when you return

Black, the condition of your heart after you’ve successfully wrestled the last toy in stock from a 5-year-old child

Black, all you see after opening your credit card statement

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Giving Thanks

Ever noticed that on Thanksgiving, people are great at being full of thanks, they’re just horrible at giving thanks?  I hear radio announcers say, “We have a lot to be thankful for,” or kids say, “I’m thankful for my mommy and my daddy and my Action 3000 Super Fighter Lightning Striker Hero.”  They are like containers, brim full of all kinds of thanks, but they don’t direct those thanks towards anyone in particular.  People hoard thanks.  They don’t give the thanks back to the giver.

From the very first Thanksgiving, the holiday was always about giving, not just storing up thanks and gratitude within ourselves.  The Berkley Plantation settlers, who reputedly held the first Thanksgiving, wrote in their charter that the day of their arrival was to be “yearly and perpetually kept holy as a day of Thanksgiving to Almighty God.”  Their thanks were always directed towards God, the good giver of blessings and gifts.

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One of the reasons we don’t give thanks to God anymore is because our mainstream culture doesn’t promote it. For example, Maryland schools officially ban students from thanking God at Thanksgiving.  They can thank mommy, daddy, Santa, or the Tooth Fairy, but they can’t give credit to the Almighty (click here for the article).  Even though it might not be school policy everywhere, this mentality permeates our culture.

Jesus longs to receive our thanks, not just on Thanksgiving, but everyday: “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18).  We can give him thanks through prayer and in song, in the quiet of our hearts, or in the ruckus of the family dinner table.   

This Thanksgiving be full of thanks, but don’t forget to give thanks to God for the great things He has done.

Whom will you thank this year?

Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,
for his wondrous works to the children of man!” (Psalm 107:8)

Joy in Temptation

Here’s my fifth edition of the 100 word stories.  This week, I’m focusing on joy in temptation (Click here to watch or listen to the sermon on this topic.)

Click here for the original post describing my project 

For those of you who are following along in the Bible, this section focuses on Philippians 2:12-30 (But I have to be honest in admitting that I had a hard time seeing the connection this week as much as I could with the other weeks). 

Joy in Temptation

I watched them all sipping their cups of liquid therapy, laughing, talking. Lucky ladies.

“Oh, it had to be chocolate again,” Charlene told us, rolling her eyes.

Helen chimed in next.  “For me, it was my soaps.  Goodbye Young and the Restless.  What about you, Maryanne?”

“I gave up coffee this year for Lent,” I said, sipping my water.

“Guess Starbucks was a bad choice for Bible study this week,” Charlene offered, sympathetically.

“Don’t worry.  I’m standing under God’s promise in 1 Corinthians 10:13***.”

“Under which one?” Beth questioned.

“We’ve all got our Bibles here.  Let’s open ‘em up.”

***13No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.

Amy’s Top 10 Christmas Books for Women

Pastor C.J. Mahaney of Soverign Grace Ministries, founding pastor of Covenant Life Church in Maryland (now headed by Joshua Harris), recently announced his yearly list of top Christmas books for the man in your life (click here to read the list).  For me, it’s just another reason to buy more books, which I don’t mind one bit (click here to read a funny list of more excuses for buying books).

I decided to do my own version of Mahaney’s list, but I’d like to focus on books for women.  I’m a regular listener to Moody Radio’s Midday Connection program, which features Christian authors discussing their most recent books, so I’m familiar with most of the current books on women’s issues.  I also spend a great deal of time in bookstores, browsing the newest hot topics and finding the best new books that are out there.  Also, if you’ve spent any time reading this blog, you probably know that I read a lot, so I’ve had some time to peruse several of these books ahead of time.

What follows are my top 10 Christmas recommendations for the women in your life, in no particular order.

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Grown up Girlfriends: Finding and Keeping Real Friends in the Real World
By Erin Smalley and Carrie Oliver

I can imagine that this book would be great for friends to give to each other. I was touched and saddened to learn that one of the authors, Carrie Oliver, had cancer while writing the book, and she died from the disease shortly after it was published.

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Stepping Heavenward: One woman’s Journey into Godliness
By Elizabeth Prentiss

This book isn’t anything new, but I recently discovered it.  So, it’s new to me.  Even though Prentiss wrote it in the mid 1800s, it’s surprisingly applicable to life today and an enjoyable read.

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Completely His: Loving Jesus Without Limits
By Shannon Ethridge

The first chapter is worth the price of this book.  In it, you’ll read Ethridge’s never before told story (publicly) of her vehicular homicide and the love that Jesus shows her through the entire ordeal.  It’s an amazing testimony of God’s grace. 

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“Yup.” “Nope.” “Maybe.”:  A Woman’s Guide to Getting More out of the Language of Men
By Stephen James and David Thomas

My husband and I listened to an interview with the authors, and I couldn’t believe some of the things that go through mens’ minds.  He assured me that, in fact, men actually think this way.  Scary at times, but true. 

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The Moms on Call Guide to Basic Baby Care
Laura Hunter, LPN and Jennifer Walker, RN

This book is great for new moms.  It’s written by pediatric nurses and moms who give their tried and true advice in a simple and easy to understand format.  Plus, these ladies are believers, which gives this book a unique perspective that a lot of the other baby books don’t have.  I can’t say that I have benefited from their advice as of yet, but when the time comes, this book will be on my shelf.

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Singing Through the night: Courageous Stories of Faith from Women in the Persecuted Church

By Anneke Companjen

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The Rest of God: Restoring your Soul by Resorting Sabbath
By Mark Buchanan

This book doesn’t sound very exciting from the cover, but believe me, it’s extremely well written and insightful.  It changed my heart about Sabbath and got me to slow down and rest in God’s peace.  What books have done that for you lately?  This is the one book on the list that might work for a man as well as a woman.

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A Thousand Splendid Suns
By Khaled Hosseini

This is the only mainstream fiction entry on my list, but I think it’s the best fiction of the year.  Hosseini returns to war torn Afghanistan and tells another story, just as poignant as the Kite Runner, from a woman’s perspective. 

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Home to Holly Springs
By Jan Karon

Anyone who loves Jan Karon’s Mitford series will be anxious to start her new series focused on Father Tim.  This is the first book in the series, and it was just released (just in time for the holidays, no doubt). 

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Moments with You: Daily Connections for Couples
By Dennis and Barbara Rainey

This is a great one for a husband to give to a wife, with a note that tells her that he wants to commit to reading the book with her for the year.  We women really dig that sort of thing.  Another great idea for this book is friends and family members who want to give it to couples, along with a certificate for attending a Weekend to Remember conference in your area.  Dan and I went to one and really think they’re great for couples in any stage of marriage.  Click here for a listing of conferences in your state

Putting my Bible on the Shelf(ari)

I just discovered a great new website for booklovers called Shelfari.  Thanks Jen for introducing me to it! 

This site lets you list all your books on a virtual bookshelf.  People can visit your shelf to see what you’re currently reading or get your opinion on books that you’ve read (Click here to visit my Shelfari shelf).  The site also allows you to network with friends and join groups based on similar reading habits.  One feature that I’ve been enjoying has been its suggestions of people who share similar books on their lists.  I’ll visit those people’s shelves to get ideas for future reading.

I’ve been at this for a couple weeks, and it is becoming an addiction far worse than Facebook ever was (By the way, you can add a Shelfari widget to Facebook as well).  I’ll check to see what new books my friends have added, write some more reviews, add some more books I forgot to list, contribute to my ever growing “wish list,” and snoop on what other people are reading. 

A couple days ago, in my snooping, I noticed that another woman with similar reading tastes listed a Bible on her bookshelf.  At that point, I probably had around 40 books on my shelf, but I hadn’t listed a single Bible.  Even worse, after I listed a couple of my favorite Bible versions (The Life Application Study Bible and the new ESV Literary Study Bible), I didn’t bother putting them in my top 10 list of books.  In other words, I had Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice ahead of the Bible.  I needed to get my priorities straight.

In a conversation with a deacon at my church recently, he told me that he’d rather read the Bible than watch TV or read anything else.  That completely caught me off guard.  I can’t say that I share that opinion.  Most of the time, I’d rather read than watch TV, but for me, the Bible isn’t going to top the stack of fiction I have sitting on my nightstand. 

Don’t get me wrong. I like reading my Bible.  I do it every day.  But I don’t know if I get the same sense of enjoyment from it that I get out of other books.  Can I honestly say that I truly love reading my Bible?

There are a lot of reasons why I put other books ahead of the Bible.  Perhaps with my daily devotion to reading it, I’ve made it more of a chore and less of a privilege.  There’s also the fact that the Bible can be pretty hard hitting, where Jane Austen isn’t going to convict me of too much, except a little pride, or some prejudice here and there.  When I read the Bible, I expect to be transformed, and sometimes, I just want to read for fun, for escapism.    

I want to be like the Psalmist who wrote Psalm 119, who can’t get enough of reading the Bible:  “Oh, how I love your law! I meditate on it all day long” (119:97).  Over and over, he mentions how much he loves reading God’s word.  He calls the law “my delight” (119:77 & 174), and he prays to understand God’s word even more: “Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law” (119:18).  This is my prayer today, as well.  I too want to see the “wonderful things” in this book and desire it more than any other books.

I put the Bible as my #1 book on my shelf (click here to see the list).  My mind knows this, and I’m praying that my heart and desires follow. 

Goodbye Seattle Polling Places

Last Tuesday, I exercised my democratic rights and voted in the Washington State and King County general elections.  I wanted to participate in what might be the last time I’d ever join my neighbors in voting at the polls.  Our county is moving towards all absentee voting for future elections, making communal polling a nostalgic experience of the past.

My polling place is an elementary school a mile and a half away from my home.  As I walked closer to the polling place, I saw my neighbors returning from voting or going there themselves.  Typically, it was a mother with a couple children in tow.  I loved seeing all of us heading to the same destination for a common purpose.

At the polling site, I witnessed the community interacting.  I saw the poll workers greet their neighbors with hugs and handshakes.  People came in with their new babies, and soon, they had a huddle of voters around them, meeting the new addition to the community. 

When it was my turn to cast my vote, I took my ballot to the row of white partitioned voting booths and removed my “cheat sheet” out of my purse.  The night before, Dan and I had read through the voter’s guide and visited all the candidates’ web sites to determine how we would vote.  At first, I’d tried to memorize whether I was going to vote “yes” or “no” on referendum number 67, initiative 960, or resolution 4215, but I realized that I could never keep all of that straight.  Dan reminded me that it wasn’t a test, and I could take along notes.  I still felt a little sneaky copying down all my answers.

Before I left the polling place, I signed up for the mailed ballots.  As I handed the poll worker my form, I realized that he too was losing a meaningful part of his life.  Without any polls, there aren’t any more poll workers.  We talked for awhile about this possibly being the last time the community would gather here.  He seemed sad, but he wasn’t sad for long.  A neighbor showed up with a new baby, and he was off to say hello.

Even though I’m losing one form of community involvement, I still have the most precious one.   I’m thankful that each week, I get to join my community members in worship at church.

Just like at the polling places, our community regularly heads there with a common purpose, but instead of voting, our purpose is to worship God together.  We also gather and meet new members of the community and catch up with old friends. 

There are also some more complex parallels, in that what we do there is both private and corporate.  We go to the polls to cast our private ballots, corporately.  The polling places go to great lengths to preserve the private nature of the experience, with the partitions and the voting booths, but we’re never far from our neighbors and others who are casting their ballots in the exact same manner.  Church is also both private and corporate.  At church, our worship is a private affair of the heart.  It’s between us and God.  However, God loves it when “two or three come together in [Jesus'] name,” so we worshop corporately as well (Matthew 18:20).

I hope that with the loss of the polling places in Seattle, people will seek what they are missing in a church community. If you hear anyone reminiscing about the “good old days” of going to the polls, why not tell them about the ways a church could fulfill those same desires?

Joy in Humility

Ready or not, here comes another short story on one of the themes from Philippians.  This week, I’m focusing on joy in humility (Click here to watch or listen to the sermon on this topic.)

Once again, I’m writing a 100 word (or less) story on this topic (here’s the original post describing my project). 

For those of you who are following along in the Bible, this section focuses on Philippians 2:1-11.  Here’s my favorite verse on humility from this passage: “Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves” (2:3). 

Joy in Humility

Great is thy Faithfulness…la de de dum de dum”

“Pastor Earl, is that you?”

“I’m just about done. The bathroom will be yours in a minute.”

“Oh, don’t hurry…wait…what are you doing in there?”

“Somebody has got to clean this place.  Do you know how much mildew I find in here?”

“I’m coming in.  Pastor, I know money is tight, but this is ridiculous.  Our retired pastor emeritus shouldn’t be on his knees scrubbing toilets.”

“Son, as head pastor, it’s time you realize that the best way to lead is on your knees.”

Killing Ourselves and Loving it and Hating it

In the past couple months, three random strangers have initiated deep theological discussions with me, centered on the topic of smoking.   The funny thing is, they don’t realize that’s what they’re doing.

Encounter #1

It all started at the neighborhood shopping complex, and interestingly enough, it ended there too.  A middle aged woman was standing outside the drugstore, when I exited into her plume of smoke.  She blocked the sidewalk a bit, and as I passed her, she stopped me, asking if I smoked.  Taken aback, I mean, this is Seattle after all, where people aren’t supposed to randomly talk to each other in public (see my post on this topic), I told her “nope,” and headed off on my merry way.  Behind me, I heard her say, “Good. It’ll kill you.”  I’m sure my steps faltered a bit, but I kept going. 

Encounter #2. 

At my apartment complex, I was returning from a run, doused in sweat and anxious to hit the showers.  A neighbor was out facilitating her dog’s bathroom break, and she stopped me to see if I smoked.  I think she was looking to bum one off of me.  When I politely told her, “no,” she gave me the same line: “Good, it’ll kill you.”  I chuckled, took a gulp from my water bottle, and wished her a good day.    My response was an improvement from running away, but it could still use some work.

Encounter #3

Back at the shopping center, I was leaving my car and heading to the grocery store when a voice called out to me from the parking lot.  I looked back to see an elderly black woman leaning against her car, inhaling deeply on a cigarette. “Do ya smoke?” she drawled, out of a smoke plume.  I looked around to see if she was talking to me.  “Nope,” I said, grimacing a little as I tried not to cough from her smoke fumes drifting my way.  Without missing a beat, she threw back at me, “Good. It’ll kill ya.”

There it was again.  That same line.  Here I was, once again, without a decent response. 

As I sat there, sheepishly smiling and trying to think of something witty to say, I heard a small voice speak up from the other side of her car.  A whiney little 4-year-old girl in pigtails piped up and said to the woman, “So why you do it?”

I suppressed a laugh, thinking how that little girl had the best possible response.  It wasn’t an accusation.  It was a simple question. If something is going to kill you, and you know it, why do you do it?

When I told my husband about this strange occurrence, he simply responded, “Out of the mouths of babes…” 

I promised a theological connection here.  I didn’t realize the theological nature of these women’s questions until this little girl responded.  This is the problem we all cope with, every day of our lives.  We know what we shouldn’t do, but we keep doing it anyway.  It’s called sin, and we love it, and we hate it.

Paul, the pillar of faith and apostle extraordinaire struggled with this same issue.  If he lived today, maybe the thorn in his side would be a pack of Marlboros.   He also had this desire to do what kills us: “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do” (Romans 7:15). 

Having this conversation three times is enough to give me incentive to prepare an adequate response.  I at least know what I’d have said to the little girl.

“We do what we don’t want to do, kid.  And it kills us.”

“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 6:23). 

Joy in Death

It’s time for the third installment in the Philippians story series.  This week, the topic is Joy in Death.  (Click here to watch or listen to the sermon on this topic.)

Once again, I’m writing a 100 word (or less) story on this topic (here’s the original post describing my project). 

The sermon focuses on Philippians 1:19-30, but the heart of it is found in verse 21: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”

I’ve been dwelling on stories about sickbeds a lot lately (probably what comes from being married to a doctor), so I decided to tackle death from an unconventional angle.  Perhaps the best way to think of this is “Joy in the face of death.”

Joy in Death

Her veil hides her smile.  She moves quickly, straight ahead, trying to keep in the middle of the crowd and not draw attention. 

Yesterday, she had a close call.  An armed guard saw her pause at a book display, her typical drop spot.  He’d demanded to see her hands.  She’d lifted the disguised Bible.

“What is that book, woman?” He’d snarled.

“Poetry,” she’d quickly replied.  And prophecy, and history, and Truth.

He’d let her go. But now, they would be watching. 

Today, she delivers the book, unscathed. 

Either way, live or die, she succeeds. 

God willing, she’ll return tomorrow.