Archive for September, 2007

Life Together (Gabrielle)

Yesterday I finished reading Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s book Life Together which is a discussion on Christian community. It is a fine book even though some of his thoughts are obviously addressed to people without small children. He asks basic important questions such as why should we be in community, what holds a community together, and what should it be about. He states directly that everyone in your community, or family fellowship as his translators call it, will be a sinner and that the worst one of the lot will be you. The finest chapter though, in my opinion, was the chapter on ministry.

Pastor Bonhoeffer says at the very beginning of the chapter that he is not writing about full-time, paid ministry, but that he is writing about Christians serving and living with each in love and harmony. I appreciated how simple some of his thoughts were. He said first and foremost “Don’t say everything that comes into your head. Most of it will probably be either hurtful or unhelpful.”

Often we combat our evil thoughts most effectively if we absolutely refuse to allow them to be expressed in words. It is certain that the spirit of self-justification can be overcome only by the Spirit of grace; nevertheless, isolated thoughts of judgment can be curbed and smothered by never allowing them the right to be uttered, except as confession of sin.

The next thought was “When someone comes to you who needs to talk just listen to him. Don’t talk; just listen.” I found this to be a simple, yet profound thought. Sometimes we just need to shut up in love.

The first service that one owes to others in the fellowship consists in listening to them. Just as love to God begins with listening to His Word, so the beginning of love for the brethren is is learning to listen to them. It is God’s love for us that He not only gave us His Word but also lends us His ear. So it is His work that we do for our brother when we learn to listen to him. Christians, especially ministers, so often think they must always contribute something when they are in the company of others, that this is the one service they have to render. They forget that listening can be a greater service than speaking.

The companion thought is sometimes we need to speak. I was glad Pastor Bonhoeffer said both things because it is very easy to go one way or the other, but it is hard to be wise and discerning to know whether to speak or to shut up.

Where Christians live together the time must inevitably come when in some crisis one person will have to declare God’s Word and will to another. It is unchristian consciously to deprive one another of the one decisive service we can render to him. If we cannot bring ourselves to utter it, we shall have to ask ourselves whether we are not still seeing our brother garbed in his human dignity which we are afraid to touch, and thus forgetting the most important thing, that he, too, no matter how old or highly placed or distinguished he may be, is still a man like us, a sinner in crying need of God’s grace.

And then he says, in no uncertain terms, that we need to do stuff for each other. There is a time to listen, a time to speak and a time to get up and do something for someone else. Take your hands and use them to bless someone and to show love to him. It doesn’t matter how big or, usually, how small the action is. Pick up your hands and do it for your brother and for God.

Nobody is too good for the meanest service. One who worries about the loss of time that such petty outward acts of helpfulness entail is usually taking the importance of his own career too solemnly.

We must allow ourselves to be interrupted by God. God will be constantly crossing our paths and canceling our plans by sending us people with claims and petitions…. Only where hands are not too good for deeds of love and mercy in everyday helpfulness can the mouth joyfully and convincingly proclaim the message of God’s love and mercy.

I’d like to say I was struck by one of these thoughts more than the other, but I think I needed to be reminded of them all. This community thing is hard sometimes, but I do think it is worth it. I just need someone to remind me every few minutes.

“This Is Not a Spectator Sport!” (Gabrielle)

So, I thought life was interesting enough with potty training just one child. But now Justice has taken an interest in this whole “Put your poop in the potty” thing and I’ve heard it’s good to strike while the iron is hot. What hitting heated iron has to do with potty training I haven’t figured out yet. Be that as it will, Crystal has decided to start training Justice since he seems interested.

Today Crystal is out grocery shopping with Arianna and I’m flying solo, which is not unusual, and I realize I should send Noah to the bathroom. And since he’s going I might as well take Justice and let him sit on the toilet and make grunty noises. So we three all troop to the bathroom. While I’m in there the little boys Samuel somes in to express a concern regarding the spider he found in the upstairs bathroom. He was too scared to go kill it so I have him fetch Isaac for me. Soon everybody currently in the house are all gathered in the bathroom. It’s no wonder Noah hasn’t realized going to the bathroom should be a private thing; when he goes it’s like a spectator sport.

Haiku of the Day (Raquel)

friendly silence
like a blank sheet of paper
leaving space to think

Sufjan Stevens (Gabrielle)

I recently bought the Sufjans Stevens album Seven Swans. The style is a combination of folk rock, electronic and Sufjan’s own style. The lyrics aren’t much to read, but when the words are sung they are beautiful and poetic. My favorite song on the album sounds like a love song from a man to his Savior. I’ve been walking around humming this song for the past week or so and it has yet to get boring.

To Be Alone With You-

I’d swim across lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room

To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you

You gave your body to the lonely
They took your clothes
You gave up a wife and a family
You gave your goals

To be alone with me
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
You went up on a tree

To be alone with me you went up on the tree

I’ve never met a man who loved me

A Private Conversation I Felt Compelled to Post on the World Wide Web (Gabrielle)

Recently a girl from our church posted an Instant Message conversation between her and her sister. I was amused. It made me think of some IM conversations Raquel and I have either enjoyed or suffered through. I started wondering if people would be amused if I posted one of our conversations. And today we had a conversation that was so typical of us I just knew this was the one to post. So here, in its entirety is our conversation.

Raquel: I think I left my camera at your house.
Did I mention that my nose is on fire and there are 15 wild badgers living in my trousers?

me: (angry look)
I…

Raquel: I’m sorry would you prefer ferrets?

me: I forget what I’m supposed to say here, but it is very angry and has to do with my personal insecurity issues.
So, um, just fill it in

Raquel: There, there

me: Yes, I see your camera

Raquel: wow
you’re good

me: And I raise you two highchairs

Raquel: oh
yeah

me: (stage whisper) Your line in “I’ll see your two highchairs and raise you—)

Raquel: oh, oh, sorry
my bad
um
I’ll see your two highchairs and raise you…. folding chairs?

me: Folding chairs, huh?
I fold

Raquel: phew

me: hee, hee, hee
I am so funny!

Raquel: I’m laughing
eh, kind of a giggle

me: I know, I can hear you

Raquel: giggle/chuckle

me: I think you might be chortling

Raquel: ah
really?

me: Undoubtably
That can’t be how that’s spell
Is that how it’s spelled?

Raquel: hm
I can’t do any better, but it doesn’t look right

me: Shouldn’t there be a random e thrown in there for good measure?

Raquel: uendoubtably?
is that random enough?

me: Undouebtabley

Raquel: oh, google says it’s undoubtedly
and google is never wrong

me: All hail the great Google
So, recently Jessica posted an IM conversation between her and Tiffany

Raquel: yeah
did you see my comment?

me: I was thinking about doing the same except instead of her it would be me and instead of Tiffany it would be you

Raquel: ah

me: Thoughts?
Specifically I was thinking it could be this one

Raquel: not me instead of her, and you instead of Tiffany?

me: No, no
certainly not!
Let’s not get silly

Raquel: right
that would be, um…
ungood

me: double plus ungood

Raquel: Sure, we should post one.
this one, if you think it’s good

me: Hows aboot this one?
Ah, good
Excellent
I will get right on that
Soon

Raquel: good
I should go now.

me: k
I’ll try to make sure nobody breaks your camera

Raquel: good
I’ll send someone down for it eventually
maybe me
maybe not

me: SHiny
I wait the discovery of this great mystery with great anticipation
Well
Have a better one
Bye

Raquel: you too :-)
bye

Sometimes life seems a little strange… (Raquel)

…but then it goes back to being extremely weird.

Theresa’s out taking Moriah to an allergist appointment this morning, so it falls to me to answer all the interesting questions of life that come up. My life sounds a little like this today–
I overhear this:

“Stop talking to me.”
“Okay.”
“I said stop talking to me!”
“I will!”
“I DON’T WANT YOU TO TALK TO ME ANYMORE!”
“I SAID I’LL STOP!”

If this weren’t obviously such a serious problem it would be funny. Thankfully it takes a little very intervention to clear this up, as there was in theory an agreement over the lack of talking. I decide not to go into why they agreed not to talk to each other, since they both seem happy with it. (I go back to scrubbing the cast iron pot.)

“Am I allowed to say ‘oh glory be’?” Um. Huh. As an exclamation? Having never had the slightest inclination to use this particular phrase I’ve never considered whether it was appropriate or not. I decide that it’s borderline at best, and so give it a ‘no, don’t use it’ until higher authorities can be consulted. (I check to make sure I actually started the dishwasher when I finished loading it. Yay! I actually did!)

“Can the baby eat this?” Um, sure, why not. It can’t be too contaminated since it’s been on the table since breakfast, and she was eating then. (I try to remember what I was doing before. Hm…)

“Can you put his head back on?” Sure! I’ll just put that back on… Um. You’re eating granola crumbs off the table… Okay, never mind. I let the baby do it, I guess you can too. (I go back to wiping the table.)

“Can I use your scissors?” Yes, but only if you can find them. And put them back when you’re done! (I go to throw something away and realize that I didn’t put a new bag in the trash can after I took out the old one.)

“How do they make shapes in fireworks?” Er… This one requires a little research. This site clears up all the of the questions I had, and is at least clear enough to the child who originally asked that they lose interest in further explanations. (I go back to writing a blog post while the baby alternates between tangling my yarn, crying because I’m not holding her, and banging on keys on my laptop when I pick her up. This slows my progress somewhat.)

And then it was time for zone work.

“He Was Very Tall” (Gabrielle

Ever now and then I look at my books and notice all the books I own that I have not read. Recently I had this strange thought- maybe I could start reading those books. And since I collect Ray Bradbury I thought I should start there.

I love reading Bradbury. When I grow up and become a writer I want to write like a combination of him, P. G. Wodehouse and Douglas Adams. Ray Bradbury can make words dance better than any other author I’ve read. There are places in his books when nothing is really happening and I am enthralled by his description of it. His words read like poetry in prose. He makes the words dance a ballet and I just love sitting in the front row and watching. Douglas Adams comes close to Ray Bradbury’s skill with words, but since he makes words dance a polka the affect is rather different.

The book I’m reading right now is Something Wicked This Way Comes. The two main characters in the book are two thirteen-year-old boys, Will and Jim, who always run together. The first secondary character is one of the boys’s father. He married late to a woman younger than himself, had his only son when he as forty and now he feels old and tired all the time. Before he got married he was a wanderer, going from town to town collecting knowledge, looking for wisdom. He stopped in this town because he met the woman who is now his wife and he didn’t want to leave her. But now he is very distant from his family and he spends his nights at the library where he works as janitor, still looking for wisdom and trying to be good when he knows he is a sinner. He almost never talks to his son and while they love each other they don’t really know each other.

Then evil comes to town and Will and Jim get caught up in its plans. Will’s father is the last person we expect them to look to for help, but he somehow knows they need him and rises to the occasion. He reveals himself to be a perceptive, eloquent man who carries a great portion of wisdom that he has never shown anybody other than the books he surrounds himself with. There is one part in particular that I thought was especially beautiful. The boys are hidden under a grill in the floor and Mr. Halloway, Will’s father, is standing right over them talking to the evil man who is looking for the boys. Mr. Halloway manages to lie to the man who leaves in a fury. Will looks up and realizes that his father is very tall. He’d never noticed before then.

Last night the kids and I watched Small Soldiers, By no means an excellent movie, but the toys walk and talk and fight and that’s always fun. One set of parents are presented as being a little over-bearing (the other set are complete buffoons), but towards the end in the big battle the father fights for his family right in front of his son. I never noticed this part when I was younger, but this time through I noticed and appreciated the look on the son’s face when he realizes his father is strong.

These moments resonate with me. I know what it feels like to be protected by a father who loves me. There was this one time Elizabeth and I were building a snow fort in the parking lot behind our house. Four or five neighborhood boys came along and took our fort from us so we moved across the parking lot and started another fort. When we were about half-way done they declared war on us and stood over us pelting us with snowballs. Elizabeth had just gotten stitches out of her head (another fun story) and got really scared that her cut had broken open. Thankfully her fear looked like anger so she stood up and told the boys that she might be bleeding now and it was all their fault. And then we went home.

My father was mad. He walked back with us and listened to the boys lie to his his face. He told them off anyway. To their credit, after they lied one of the boys said he was sorry, he hadn’t known she had just gotten stitches out of her head. It didn’t count for much because he had just stood there and listed to his friends lie to my father, but it counts for a little. Anyway, I felt so good standing there next to my daddy watching him defend me from the neighborhood bullies. As I look back on it I remember him being very tall.

Moving Truth (Raquel)

Do you ever have one of those ‘brilliant’ ideas that makes you feel like an idiot because you should have thought of it sooner? Say, for instance, posting a link to a website you really like–just to pick a not-so-random example…

Moving Truth

This is a website I visit regularly, and it finally occurred to me that I have blog readers who might enjoy it too. It’s focused on photography and movie-making, but there’s also general discussion about Christian culture and art. Since they just redid the website and most of the old posts couldn’t be transferred it might look a little sparse but we’re working on it. It wouldn’t hurt to have some new members come add their opinions though. (Hint, hint.) :-)

Cook-Out (Gabrielle)

Yesterday evening we went to our first ever neighborhood cook-out. I got to chat with some neighbors I knew and meet some neighbors I didn’t. It was very buggy out and we were given very short notice so I was surprised at how many people showed up. I talked with a lady who lives across the street from us who says she used to sit on her porch and watch the work being done on our house. We talked about arches and hardwood floors and now hopefully I won’t mangle her name the next time I see her. I ended up leaving early with Justice because I was fed up with being eaten and he, who hadn’t napped, was done being okay with all the people. Even so I had a fine time. Thank you, Anne and Tom, for making it happen!

Triumph! (Gabrielle)

Saturday Seth and I finished putting up the shed! He and Crystal had started this shed sometime in May I believe it was. And then it sat there looking very forlorn. We put a roof panel on sometime in June I think. And then it sat there some more looking very forlorn. And now it is finished! Done! Completed! Hooray for us!

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