Archive for November, 2011

We have been warned that in the magical venue of Universal Studio’s Harry Potter World that there are attractions that our family should avoid like the Avada Kedavra curse:
  • Belatrix’s Hair Salon
  • Dementor’s Kissing Booth
  • Death Eater’s Pie Shop
  • Malfoy’s Day Care
  • Basalik’s Optometry
  • Inferi’s Dunk Tank
  • Voldermort’s Tattoo Parlor
  • Grayback’s Dental Care
  • Hagrid’s Rock Cakes Hut
  • Aragog’s Petting Zoo
Please leave your ideas as comments! We want to be safe.

 

Well I heard there was a secret chord 
That David played, and it pleased the Lord 
But you don’t really care for music, do ya? 
Well it goes like this 
The fourth, the fifth 
The minor fall and the major lift 
The baffled king composing Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah!

We arrived Here in August.

We’ve celebrated one birthday quietly.

We greeted Halloween on the nauseous knees of a stomach virus.

Middle Pop was too sick to even Trick-or-Treat.

Our family is established enough to have our maintenance routines in operation.

Lunches are being packed,
Laundry is being washed, dried and folded,
Kids fight about whose turn it is
to do the litter box,
and Sweep or Clear.

The Homework table hums with
Quality Work Process,
We continue to dine on
“It’s Going to Fast, and
It’s Going to be Yummy,”
for dinner most every night.

The Banana Ministry
has baked and
delivered over
50 loaves of
warm bread to
new hands and homes.

There have been
Jammie Jams,
7 I think,
but there’s
novelty there still,
and two of the kids
have yet to have had guests.

Overall, the kids have acclimated to their new schools. They share the perspective that there are aspects of their new programs that they do not enjoy as much as their old schools, and others they genuinely like more. There’s novelty there still too, but their days have become more routine now.

All Glory to God, of course, and none of them small feats for a family of six their first quarter of relocation.

The upcoming Holidays, however, do not feel routine.

During a season steeped with tradition, there’s just too much connect to what we used to do when and with whom.

It’s been difficult for us to architect a palatable Thanksgiving plan.

As if a keeper on the Quididitch field, Harry Potter flew to the rescue.

We will leave early in the morning to Universal Studios to visit Harry Potter World among other attractions.

Our hope is to slip into the magic of family adventure at an amusement park and build a new tradition there together.

We are grateful for your love and the gift of relationship you bring to our worlds.

We love you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Well maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who’d OUT DREW YA
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen in the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah!

As a tutor, I challenge students to vet the facts to themselves and prove their calculations correct whether in algebraic expressions or Miltonian interpretations.

I am also a big fan of looking things up.
Google is our friend.
I have said more often to children to,
“Look it up,” than
“Clean the litter box.”

This is not only true because I can not order students to clean our litter box, but what is possible to know has never been so much larger than the human capacity to comprehend.

The data delta out scores cat poop by more than a million percent.

At least at my pay grade, Math problems yield more indisputable answers than literature.

The concrete nature of Math builds comfort for some.

Math has a side as soft as Shakespeare, however, when the quotient is experience.

The Husband and I chatted about our Family Math tonight.

The last several weeks have presented more challenges than usual.

I have to pull my fingers off the keyboard in midsentence to keep from slapping down a colon to catalogue a list in a fit of woeful, blogger Tourettes.

What is the ultimate Truth I have to vet here?

More than ever,
as ever,
I need to Trust Him.

I will give Him my every worry,
and He will give me
one heart
and a new Spirit:
He will take from me
my heart of stone
and give me a tender
heart of love
for our God.

There are times when it is important to look up the right answer.

Other times, the right answer is to look Up.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

 

The Zuks, a Wedding, and the Rose That Changed Everything

The sunrise paints beautiful streaks of color over the Zuks’ home. Streaks of gold, orange, pink, and crimson swathe the dawn sky with a feeling of tranquility. Zyklezo, the tribe’s leader sits up and stretches. His petals are a blood red hue, and his body is grass green. He has small, strait, and delicate arms and legs. His face is made of rose petals and his features are made up of dots and lines. In short, Zyklezo is a miniature rose. He rubs his black eyes with his knobby hands, and stands. Zyklezo looks almost identical to the other members of the Zuk tribe; one of the only differences is that he is about a centimeter taller, a big distinction by the standards of the rose people. The only other difference of the people of the rose tribe is that no Zuk has the same color of petals. As he did his morning yoga which involve bending, stretching, and over all unfolding, Zyklezo thought about the beautiful rose that his tribe called home. The stem was thick and healthy; the petals were a beautiful pink with white lines twisting through them and best of all, it was in the middle of a huge garden of roses. Roses of all shapes, sizes, and colors bloomed in the field. It was bliss for the peaceful Zuks. They felt truly at home.

Zyklezo straightened. The chief of the Zuk people started through the forest of petals that makes up the uppermost part of the rose inhabited by the Zuks. He made his way to the hollowed out stem and stuck his petals in to it.

“Hak lak mekr nssd sohfls” He called. It’s time to gather the dew. Making a noise that was his way of sighing contentedly, he made his way up the rose petal staircase to the top of the rose. The Zuks would come to his call. They always did, every morning when they were called for breakfast. The dew gave the rose people the vitamins that they needed to function through out the day. Each morning they would come, eat the dew, and start their daily activities.

The other Zuks that also lived in the rose slept in the cozy tunnels burrowed in the stem of the rose. The leader of the tribe would always sleep in the top, so that he or she could protect the tribe in case of trouble. As Zyklezo reached the top of the staircase, the dewdrops came into view. Zyklezo froze when he saw the rose crushers. They had the garden tools in their hands, and they were shouting at the top of their lungs. (They weren’t really shouting, but the Zuks have very sensitive ears, so regular speech seems extremely loud.”

“Why are we cutting the roses down this time?” the tall one asked.

“The clients are planning a wedding, a big one.” The fat one replied. “It should be huge; we need to cut down a lot of roses.” They grinned at each other. The tall one started to say,

“Did you hear the proposal? They say that the guy hired-” Zyklezo needed to hear no more. He needed to warn the others, fast! Then, Zyklezo did something that is only done when there is great peril. Emitting a faint popping sound, the chief of the Zuks drew in his knobby arms and stubby legs closed his petals so that his facial features were hidden, and rolled down the stairs faster than dew down a Zuk’s throat.

“Hak dak rak bak neert! Hak dak rak bak neert! Hak dak rak bak neert!” He called, meeting in the conference room now! Distressed, disheveled, confused, but ever loyal, the members of the Zuk tribe promptly drew in their equally knobby arms and equally stubby legs, closed their petals, and rolled after him.

Once in the conference room, Zyklezo told his tribe about the “invasion.”

“Mek mak hak rak tak dak gak bak wak tredgthy howds vowds quensd.”  He told them about the huge invasion coming up, how a lot of roses would be ruthlessly slaughtered, and how somebody had hired a gunman to take them down. When the chief of the army forces, a subdued person, Zekles, asked him to be surer of the translations, Zyklezo consulted the books.

“Joh hos wic bwei sic khdsil iosj lis fh” Wedding definitely translates into invasion. The plan was made; the peaceful Zuk people had no choice but to defend their nest. The parting word of the council was the chant that all Zuk people were obligated to do before going into battle:

“We fight for protection, not glory money or fame. For the least amount of harm possible is our aim. We will return soon to our home. For far from that we never shall rome.” The night before, they had been peaceful people, now; they readied their weapons for war.

The next morning, everything was prepared. The rose guns had been loaded, and the warriors were ready. The design of the guns was that they shot rose seeds, and when they landed, a rose sprouted. It didn’t matter where the seed landed. Every seed had been coated in a top-secret growth formula. If the seed landed on a person, that person would have a rose sprout, and would even have to water it daily. If it landed on a brick wall, a huge creeping vine of roses would soon envelop it. If it landed in the ocean, there would be a surfer rose riding the waves, and doing tricks. The small guns were only to get to the satellite controls however. Once the Zuks had overridden the system, they would transform satellites into huge guns and have them all shoot at once to transform the very planet itself into a huge, blooming, rose. The “rose crushers” would all be killed instantly, and the Zuks would have a whole new planet all to themselves. Everything was in place, except for one thing, or Zuk.

Zekles, the leader of the Zuk warriors, was taking one last ride through the field before it was destroyed. He personally didn’t see any need for violence because he could understand the language of the rose crushers perfectly, and he knew that it wasn’t really a “yegd” an invasion. But, orders were orders and he had no choice but to follow them. Also, what was better than one huge rose that they could be completely safe on? This is better. He thought to himself as he burrowed down into his flowerpot. Zekles had begun to sneak out of the rose five years ago. He simply hung back when the others were eating the dew, clambered up to the top of the rose, and, using a seed gun, shoot a flower into a flower pot so that it would get picked up by the plant trolley and, sitting on top of the rose, he could see the whole field. The workers had cut some roses for the wedding, but now they were planting new ones in their place. Not that he hadn’t seen this before, Zekles had snuck out before and he had made this trip thousands of times. The trolley carried the plants that needed a lot of care; so everyday it was wheeled around the field and back. But, this would be the last time.

As he gazed at the endless haven of roses, Zekles thought about how he could convince Zyklezo that the rose crushers really weren’t earth crushers and were really good things. After a good deal of contemplation, an irrational plan came to him. It had a 99.99% chance of failure, but he had no choice except to rely on that 00.01 chance. It was time to stand up for what was right. The plan relied on one secret, the fact that the Zuk people weren’t totally a secret from the humans. There was one person who knew, a girl whose name was Zuri.

Five years earlier: Zekles was riding his regular flowerpot through the field of roses. It was considerably smaller than it is now, but it was still huge to the curious Zuk. It was a normal day, they had recently eater their dew, and Zekles had hopped on the flowerpot for the daily ride across the field. Today a girl with extraordinary eyesight pushed the cart. She was half way through the field when she saw him. Being a smart girl, she kept her head and didn’t scream. She pretended that she hadn’t seen him, and wheeled the cart into the lab.

“I’ll just check some samples she said aloud, hoping that Zekles would be fooled luckily, he was. Zekles wasn’t unduly worried. He was slightly annoyed that he would miss origami class, but he didn’t realize that anything was wrong. He did realize this however, when Zuri plucked him up and set him under the microscope.

“Interesting” she said, peering at him. Zekles was so flustered that he forgot to pretend to be an inanimate object like he had been taught to do in the What-To-Do-If-Under-a-Microscope-Being-Looked-At-By-a-Human crash course that he took in school, instead, he stood up and, calling on him limited knowledge of the rose crusher’s language, he slowly said,

“I am nothing of the sort my dame, hem hem madam! Now led me go, let me go I demand it!” instead of being scared, Zuri was fascinated. She quickly explained that she wanted to do Zekles no harm and that she worked as a gardener in the field. As soon as that was cleared up, they began chatting amicably and by the next day, they were friends. Zuri taught Zekles more English and, in turn, Zekles told Zuri any thing she wanted to know about everything. Because they were so small, Zuks could see things that humans couldn’t, so he told her about the thing that he saw.

Present: Zekles needed to contact her, now! When the trolley stopped right next to the intercom, he knew how. Zekles climbed up onto the edge of the trolley and jumped! He was able to grab the cord and, as he fell, he said through the speaker,

“Zoe, person who works in the rose field, please take the trolley from other person who also hopefully works at the rose field.” Zoe came over.

“I wonder why.” She thought to herself. She immediately spotted Zekles, jumping up and down and waving his thin arms like a crazy person. She went down on the pretense of fixing her shoe. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

“You don’t have to shout.” He said back.

“What?” she asked? “Oh, just come here!” She him picked up and plopped him on the cart. When they got to the lab, He scuttled to the microscope and went underneath it. A few months earlier, they had installed a microphone/silencer in the microscope so that both could see and hear each other more comfortably.

“There,” he said. “Zuri, the most terrible thing has happened! Zyklezo, the chief has misenterprited some workers talking about a wedding! He thought that in our language, it translates to invasion! He called a council and weapons have been made. Tomorrow we will take over the world! I will have to lead the warriors in a desperate march across the country to the NASA space station! Then, our technology will take over their system, and we will take over the satellites and turn the whole planet into a giant rose!” By the end of his sentence, Zekles had become so distressed that his words blended together in to a long assertion.

“Calm down, calm down!” Zoe protested, “What do you suggest that we do? You have tried reason with Zyklezo, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Zekles nearly shouted in his desperation. “During the council I asked him to check to be sure because I knew that he was wrong, but I can’t contradict the chief. So he looked at the books,” Here Zekles slumped down defeated. His voice shrank down to barely a whisper.  Zuri waited patiently as he let out a huge sigh and continued. “The books, the books. They are all wrong! They say that white means black and that solid means liquid and they are just all wrong!”

“Are you just going to let it happen?” Zuri asked. There was no accusation in her voice she just wanted her question to be answered.

“I was going to, but I can’t!” Zekles answered. “It wouldn’t be right,” he continued, “to destroy something that is so beautiful. I was thinking about it on my way around on the trolley. I could refuse to fight, but there are many other warriors, I could sabotage the weapons, but I would be thrown out of the Zuk tribe, and Zyklezo would just order new ones to be made. He won’t give up until the earth is destroyed unless-”

“Unless we change his mind.” Zekles and Zuri said at the same Zekles quickly explained his desperate plan; Zuri listened quietly, pointed out some minor flaws, and softly suggested some revisions. In five minutes, they had constructed a plan that could save the world.

Zekles raced breathlessly into Zyklezo’s room.

“Zyklezo, there’s something that you have to see!” He shouted, “it’s in the field, we already have a ride.” If the chief was suspicious he didn’t show it, he silently followed Zekles through the maze of tunnels that the Zuk people had drilled in the rose.

“Zekles-” he started to say,

“No time!” Zekles shouted he was worried that if Zyklezo asked to many questions, his and Zuri’s plan would be discovered. They had made it through the maze of tunnels, up the rose petal staircase, and through the delicate walkways on top, and on to the trolley, Zuri had phase two of the plan set up, and the chief had grown impatient, he wanted an explanation, and he wanted it now!

“Zekles!” Zyklezo shouted with indignation, “What is the meaning of this? Taking us into enemy territory, not resting up for the attack! What on Zunis has gotten in to you?”

“I just thought that you should see the world the way I see it.” Zekles tried to explain. “No offense, but you look at the world through reftg eyes, you vision is cloudy.” Then, Zekles repeated an old Zuk prophecy: “Rewt huyt besd, hefd kelsd makexd, if you have dirt in your eyes, it is hard to see.” Being a reasonable Zuk, Zyklezo agreed with one condition:

“If I am not convinced, we will go on with the invasion.”

“I understand completely.” Zekles replied. I hope that this works! He thought to himself, the plan had started, and now it was time to let it unfold.

While Zekles had been working on Zyklezo, Zuri had been talking to the field inspector, Ayden. Using the power of persuasion that she was born with, Zuri convinced Ayden to inspect the field with her right now, even though the inspection was scheduled for the next month with the field supervisor. Zekles never figured out how one quick text on her part convinced the inspector to fly all the way back from Paris to California, but it had.

“I take it that this is the um… how do you Americans say it? Oh yes, yes, the special plant trolley.”  Although Ayden was strictly American, when he went on vacation in foreign places, he picked up there habits.

“Yes Mr. Ayden,” Zoe started on the tour making sure to keep her body angled towards the trolley so that Zyklezo could hear. “This is where we put the plants that need more air and sunlight then all of the others. Every day we wheel it around the field and talk to them, we believe that this helps them grow.” Zyklezo was amazed. What is this? He thought to himself. “These are the rose crushers! Why are they giving such special attention to the roses? He listened in amazement as Zuri continued:

“It is time to take the trolley around, and I really don’t want these poor plants to miss their walk. Do you think perhaps that the inspection could take place during the walk? We would go around the whole field.”

“That would be fine.” Ayden replied.

“Thank you very much Mr. Ayden.” Zoe responded “Now, to continue, this is the main rose garden. As you can see, we water our plants every day, and also fertilize with our specially made, all natural, completely safe to both plants and humans stimulant. We make this in our lab, to the left, and use it on all of our plants.” As the tour progressed, Zuri hinted all she could about loving the roses and taking care of them. By the end of the tour, Zyklezo was dumb struck.

“Meet me in my rooms after this is over.” He ordered Zekles. Then he sighed, hopped down from the trolley, and made his way carefully down the stairs. Zuri had seen him go, but had no idea what he had said, and she had Ayden looking at her expectedly.

“I’ll just straighten these blossoms.” She improvised, and then quickly bent down towards the rose that Zekles was still on. “Did it go well?” She inquired.

“I have no idea,” He replied helplessly. “But I’ve never seen him like this, the news is either good, or bad. This might be goodbye though.”

“Don’t talk like that!” Zuri admonished. “We are going to get out of this! You will convince Zyklezo that we really won’t cut down all the roses in the field! You have to help all the humans, you can’t let Zyklezo destroy the earth!”

“I know, but what will I say?”

“You know Zyklezo more than I do! I think that he was impressed with the tour, but he might need some more convincing. Just tell him the truth, that we really won’t destroy the rose!”

“I’ll try, but it might be tough.”

“You have to try, the world depends on it!”

As it turned out, Zyklezo needed no convincing.

“For the first time in my life, I, the amazing, the dependable, the faultless,” Zyklezo began, “the perfect, the humble chief of the Zuks am wrong. I have misjudged the rose crushers. The one called Zuri has taught us all a lesson.  When there is dirt in your eyes, you can’t see.” Zekles decided to not say that it had been Zyklezo that had been taught the lesson, not the other way around.

“I believe that we all have all learned many different things in many different ways oh chief.” Zekles proclaimed, “Do you think that this would be enough reason to call of the attack?”

“Of course it would!” Zyklezo shouted with indignation. “It would be wrong to attack something that would not hurt us! That would be barbaric!” With some difficulty, Zekles avoided stating that Zyklezo was about to do just that.

“Excellent decision Zyklezo,” he began “I am glad that you cancelled the takeover.”

“Yes, yes, now,” The chief began, “later we will have a council meeting to tell everyone that the invasion has been called off. Until then, go do something.”

It wouldn’t be fair or true to say that there was never another almost invasion from both the Zuks and the humans. There was one narrowly avoided mishap where the Zuks’ rose was almost clipped, but with Zuri’s help, that to was avoided. After a while, Zyklezo stepped down, and Zekles became the chief. He was truly humble, wise, kind, and the best chief that the Zuk people will ever know. As for Zuri, she worked happily in the rose field for many years, averting many an unfortunate disaster. When she retired, her son, Zachary took her place and his daughter after that. It went on like this for many years until the rose field was shut down for financial reasons. Zabrina, Zuri’s great great great great great granddaughter helped the Zuk people manufacture the rose guns into gardening tools and eventually made a very successful business out of it. As for the Zuks, their tribe lived happily for some time on their rose. Many chiefs came and went, although none quite as good as Zekles. They became more trusting of the “rose crushers” which they eventually promoted to humans, and not more than a few days went by when a young, adventurous Zuk was not sent out with a pack, and a compass to have an adventure, and come home stronger and happier than when they had left.

Girls Will Be Girls

Girls Will Be Girls

I have heard it said that “boys will be boys”

They will run and wrestle, and play

I have heard it said that boys need fresh air and sunshine

They will get dirty, muddy, and bruised

If I have heard that boys will be boys, than of course you have heard
it said that girls will be girls

I have heard it said that girls will be girls

They will primp, polish, and prime

I have heard it said that girls  need lipstick and mascara

That will get powered, painted, and curled

I have heard it said that girls and boys are really just the same

Although I have heard it said that the two play a different game

No boy can equal the words of hurt that fly

From girls mouth because they really can try

To inflict the most hurt that they possibly can

Just for one moment when everyone laughs

Just for one moment where they get the spotlight

Maybe boys will be boys, and girls will girls

But one is by far more dangerous

Surround yourself with good girls, so that you to will be

The kind of girl who is not a girl who always tries to please, but a

girl who has a group of friends who would stay together until the end

Before you indite me for a lack of follow through, and to those of you that are unaware, yesterday had some unexpected medical experiences.

Thank you to to my Faithful prayer team that covered our families during the surgery. We find asylum in the sanctuary of your love.

The pacemaker was placed last night around 6:00 p.m. BJ responded beautifully and reported feeling measurably better last night. He was taken for a chest X-ray this morning. Its result and his progress today will determine when he will be ready for discharge.

When I picked The Boy up from school  yesterday, he had what we thought was a spider bite under his arm. His arm began to swell measurably, extending pain into his shoulder that radiated down his arm. The pediatrician’s office referred us to the ER.

Once there, it was determined it was not a bite, but a bacterial infection He was treated for pain and given with antibiotics. Still sore, he feels much more like himself this morning.

I hope you understand that last night I was too pooped to pen prose, though I did plot my choice on the Joshua continuum.

As for me and my house, we chose rest last night.

Back to Joshua and how the choices we make align or detour our goals to be more like Christ next time.

xo

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof 
You saw her bathing on the roof 
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you 
she tied you to her kitchen chair 
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair 
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah!

One of my children’s favorite biblical stories from Children’s Church is about how Joshua fought the battle at Jericho.

Their excitement to retell Joshua: 6:1-23 and chronicle his incredible tale, complete with fun ditty and hand motions remains palpable.

Come on, I know you’re humming it right now,
“Joshua fought the battle of Jericho,
Jericho, Jericho,
Joshua fought the battle of Jericho,
And the walls came tumbling down!

It’s an epic quest that resonates with the imagination of youth and their elastic creativity.

There’s much for children to mine from the narrative about obedience. Joshua did exactly what God asked him to do and how He asked him to do it. Joshua listened carefully and because he followed directions, God blessed him with victory and opens the walls of Jericho.

Can’t you almost smell the sweet, corn scent of Bugles that the kids nibbled during the lesson, too many mini trumpet blasts to count!

Of course, the verses invite the grown-ups to peel back more layers of meaning from the Living Word like layers of an onion.

One of the ideas that captivates me centers around the tension the story creates between natural and Supernatural tensions.

In the natural, Joshua is our Arnold Swarchenegger figure. He’s a warrior, man. We expect to see him all suited up and go all, “Astalavista, Baby,” on Jericho. I mean that is how battles are won! Shoot ‘em up cowboy and get me some Jericho.

In the Supernatural, however, God has a completely different plan.

Joshua’s army would march around the city along with seven priests and God’s holy box one time every day for six days.
Priests would blow their trumpets.
The people would be quiet
On the seventh day, they would march around the city wall seven times with sevens priests and God’s holy box and the priests would blow one, long trumpet blast and the people would cry out.

Imagine Joshua with his previous military training and experience. In the natural order of a warrior, God’s strategy for taking the city was at best uncommon to Joshua and bordering on wholly unorthodox, Batman.

At first blush, the plan must not have made much sense to the young, shield-toting, sword-wielding Joshua.

God called Joshua to trust Him through uncommon obedience.
God asked Joshua to set aside his strategy and lay it all on the line to obey God’s plan.

Can’t you almost hear the tension of a rope being yanked during a tug-of-war, the taut pull between natural and Supernatural tensions?

And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;” - Colossians 3:23 (KJV)

Joshua obeyed.
Joshua obeyed God’s uncommon and extraordinary plan to open the walls of Jericho.
Joshua laid it all the line to obey God: his life, the life of his men, the battle, and his reputation as a leader, not to mention Rehad and her family.
The plan did not make sense to Joshua, but he chose to trust with uncommon obedience.

Most of us know how the story ends.

Just as God instructed, Joshua marched with his army, seven priests and God’s holy box around the city for six days.
The priests blew their trumpets, but everyone else was quiet.
On day seventh day, the ensemble marched around the city seven times.
Then the trumpets blew a long blast and the people shouted!
Suddenly, everyone heard rumbling; the walls of Jericho fell.
God opened the city walls!
God’s army took the city.
Rahab and her family were saved.

In his youth, Joshua modeled uncommon obedience. God called Joshua to trust him in an uncommon way to seed in him leadership that surmounted natural tensions to honor Supernatural trust.

It is this Joshua soldier that many picture when they hear his name: young, strong, warrior, obedient, victor.

Seventeen short chapers later, however, Joshua is senior citizen: After a long time had passed and the LORD had given Israel rest from all their enemies around them, Joshua, by then a very old man,” (Joshua 23:1).

Just has God presented Joshau an uncommon invitation to serve Him in his youth, Joshua assembled all the tribes of Israel at Shechem to present them with an uncommon call to serve the Lord.

Joshua asked the people to make a choice, “<C>hoose for yourselves this day whom you will serve,” (Joshua 24:15).

Tomorrow we will peel back that choice and examine how our Faith journey is a noncompartmentallized continuum wherein every choice we make draws us closer or further away from becoming more like Christ.

Talk about the natural versus the Supernatural tension!

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

 

 

 

My recent passion for Pursuit was prompted by the Prince of Peace.

He gave me a gentle nudge in church Sunday.
Actually it was a shove.
Alright, I was all but thrown from the pew.

The Spirit can rock it
in more than one way during Worship.
I needed an icepack for my esteem.
It was a secondary injury
as I compensated my gate
due to my severe Pursuit sprain.

You know how sometimes the Lord,
all sweet and gentle
like a love song,
croons the Truth in your ear?

This was NOT like that.

Nope,
this was more like
when I came home late
as a teenager
and my dad could
hear in my walk
from two rooms away
before he ever looked
into my eyes that
I’d made some poor choices,
and that I’d strayed
from the rules
he had for me
in his home.

My heart blushed as hot
as my cheeks once did
When Father God boomed

(In all fairness to Abba, it
wasn’t a MEAN boom,
just a crystal clear one
the kind that
any kid who’s ever been
caught by the short hairs
of obedience
knows is worse…
That whole internalized
code gone rogue.
Again.)

Anyway,
He booms to me
so loud I know
that the people
in the parking lot
can hear His voice message
just for me
in stereo sound
like a Howler
at Hogwarts.

He thunder transmits
two simple questions
like short
sudden squalls:

1. Do you think a church community is gonna come find you?

2. Do you think that blog is gonna write itself?

The jury’s still out, but I’m of the mind
there’s also an implied question.

3. Is you or ain’t you mine?

Thus, I humbly share with you our family’s renewed commitment to plug into NL Church and share an editorial calendar for the rest of the month:

bh’s First Transparent, Editorial Calendar: November 2011:

  • Wednesday, November 9, 2011:  Joshua (from his senior years): The Choice
  • Thursday, November 10, 2011: Choice Continuum
  • Friday, November 11, 2011: I Meant What I Said and I Said What I Meant
  • Saturday, November 12, 2011: Banana Bread Ministry
  • Monday, November 14, 2011: Rule Mutation and Other Hazards of Policy
  • Tuesday, November 15, 2011: Psalm 92:2
  • Wednesday, November 16, 2011:  720 PB&Js
  • Thursday, November 17, 2011: I Don’t Like Spiders & Snakes
  • Sunday, November 20, 2011: First Aid FAQS or Carnival
  • Monday, November 21, 2011:  1st Day of  Thanksgiving
  • Tuesday, November 22, 2011: 2nd Day of Thanksgiving
  • Wednesday, November 23, 2011: 3rd Day of Thanksgiving
  • Thursday, November 24, 2001: Thanksgiving Prime
  • Sunday, November 27, 2011: Arsenic, Lace & Christmas Carols
  • Monday, November 28, 2011: Holiday Euphemisms
  • Tuesday, November 29, 2011: Project Confidential Part 1
  • Wednesday, November 30, 2011: Project Confidential Part 2
I don’t want to stray no more, no more…
And thank you for your “Yays,” via comments, email and texts!
I love partnership!
xoxo

Well there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah
Hallelujah!

I realized over the weekend that I had sprained my Persuit.

When we landed Here, I shopped for a church and blogged with the hot persuit of a hostile transplant.

Then life got busy, the kids’s school years began, illnesses and rashes and assorted fires began to blaze, and triage became my only mode.

I’ve decided to marry two needs of my life into one.

Tomorrow I will post my first bh Editorial Calendar to include Joshua and Thanksgiving.

Give me a quick, “Yes,” comment if you want to partner my accountibility to more regular pew and post activities!

xo

Well baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya 
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march 
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah 
Hallelujah
Hallelujah 
Hallelujah
Hallelujah!