Sunday, June 28, 2009
It feels like I am constantly behind. It's driving me a little nuts these days and yet, I'm not doing much to "catch up." Life just moves fast!
My baby girl is staying with her grandparents for 2 whole weeks! I really expected her to come home before the time was up but right now it looks like she will make it! I'm glad that she is having a great time and they are keeping her pretty busy so it doesn't sound like she's missing us yet. I hope she won't. I hate the thought of her crying and not being there for her. It's probably one of those times/things in which it's more difficult for me than her. I hope so! After all, I'm supposed to be the grown up!
It's also been fun just hanging out with my 2 older girls. Last Thursday we went to see Land of the Lost. I thought it was safe--it was PG-13. That means it's safe for kids 13 and up right? Uh, no! Not quite! It was hilarious but it was also completely inappropriate!
Thankfully, most of the sex jokes floated above Val's head but I'm guessing that my Merkster understood but I did not ask! I'm not sure that I want to know! Don't get me wrong, she's a good kid but she is in Jr. High and they talk quite a bit!
Anyway, that's the update from the Karrsonage. Peace out!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Jennifer recommended this book, which I got because I always value Jennifer's reading suggestions. The author of Life is a Verb, Patti Digh worked her book around these topics concerning life as a verb:
Thursday, June 18, 2009
His words demonstrate more than anything I could say.
There is not a place to which the Christian can withdraw from the world,
whether it be outwardly or in the sphere of the inner life. Any attempt to
escape from the world must sooner or later be paid for with a sinful surrender
to the world. (Ethics)
The first service that one owes to others in the fellowship consists of listening to them. Just as love of God begins with listening to his word, so the beginning of love for our brothers and sisters is learning to listen to them. (Life Together)
From God we hear the word: “If you want my goodness to stay with you then serve your neighbor, for that is where God comes to you.” (In the anthology, No Rusty Swords)
Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others, we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as ourselves. (The Cost of Discipleship)
There remains an experience of incomparable value . . . to see the great events of world history from below; from the perspective of the outcast, the suspects, the maltreated, the powerless, the oppressed, the reviled ---- in short, from the perspective of those who suffer . . . to look with new eyes on matters great and small. (Letters and Papers from Prison)
Christianity stands or falls with its revolutionary protest against violence, arbitrariness and pride of power and with its plea for the weak. Christians are doing too little to make these points clear rather than too much. Christendom adjusts itself far too easily to the worship of power. Christians should give more offense, shock the world far more, than they are doing now. Christian should take a stronger stand in favor of the weak rather than considering first the possible right of the strong. (Sermon on II Cor. 12:9)
There is no way to peace along the way to safety. For peace must be dared. It is the great venture. (Address at Fano)
The followers of Christ have been called to peace. . . . And they must not only have peace but also make it. And to that end they renounce all violence and tumult. In the cause of Christ nothing is to be gained by such methods. . . . His disciples keep the peace by choosing to endure suffering themselves rather than inflict it on others. They maintain fellowship where others would break it off. They renounce hatred and wrong. In so doing they over-come evil with good, and establish the peace of God in the midst of a world of war and hate. (The Cost of Discipleship)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
If Men Could Menstruate by Gloria Steinem
Of course, intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguements. Without the biological gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets, how could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics-- or the ability to measure anything at all?
If we let them.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Zan can transform into any form of water, including liquid, mist, steam, or,
perhaps most usefully, any kind of functioning ice structure. Also, at one time,
he changed into a gelatinous form. By combining with already-existing water, Zan
could also increase his mass or volume in the water form chosen. In addition, he
could transform himself into weather patterns involving water, such as a
blizzard, a monsoon, or a typhoon.
Jayna can transform into any animal, whether real, mythological, indigenous to Earth or to some other planet, like Beast Boy. She did need to know the name of the animal in order to assume its form, as she would turn into whatever animal she named.
In addition, they had a pet Space Monkey called Gleek who had a useful prehensile tail and whose body could act as a conduit for the twins to activate their powers should they be out of reach. Gleek also served as a courier when the twins needed to travel: Jayna would typically transform into a large eagle, and Zan would transform
into (plain) water, "jumping" into a bucket which Gleek conveniently would be
holding. (This led to the joke by some fans that Gleek's superpower was to make
a bucket appear and disappear at will.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I realize that citing Mary Daly as one of my heroes may be offensive to some--often poeple forget the amazing things she has written, said, and done and focus only on the most outrageous things she has written, said, and done.
I had the pleasure of listening to her talk and meeting her after the lecture several years ago. She was quite gentle with the folks in the audiance who heckled her--quite vehemently I might add. I had expected her to "rip him a new one" but that wasn't at all what she did. She treated him with respect, even though he gave her none whatsoever, and took the time to listen to what he said and then said something to the effect of "you don't really care what i say or think, so i won't waste my time arguing with you" and moved on. I was highly impressed.
If it wasn't for Mary Daly's loud voice and courage to speak against the church's stance on women would those of us who are now pastors and preachers be here? She was a large part of the voices which demanded that women have a new role role in the church. She came to believe that there wasn't room in the church for her or other women. Obviously, I don't agree with everything she says but I honor and respect her intelligence, strength and courage to stand for what she believes in.
In addition, her writing is fantastic and she is bitingly funny. I adore how she crafts her own words--I love my copy of the Wickedary--her dictionary of these crafted words. I highly reccomend that you check it out. My favorite paper that I wrote in seminary was a paper that I wrote about Mary Daly. I took the freedom to write as she does and it was the most passionate and fun paper I've ever written.
God bless Mary Daly!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I totally want to go! I wondered if anyone else might be interested in attending or already planning to attend--anyone?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
"Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars...Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"
"Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time; the need for mankind to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to oppression and violence. Mankind must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love."
Monday, June 8, 2009
Okay, one last thing, John Wesley was attacked by dogs, folks threw rotten food at him, chased & beat him at times and yet he kept preaching--we all need such courage and determination!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Ever since I began thinking about this heroes thing, my eldest daughter Merkin keeps popping into my head. She is one of my heroes.
Ever since she was tiny she was mostly fearless. She was and continues to be scared of heights but that hasn't stopped her from riding and loving rollercoasters, climbing some crazy stairs to the top of a lighthouse, it's not stopped her from doing anything that I know of.
When she was 5 she wrote a song at Christmas time about Jesus. I have it somewhere but I haven't a clue--boxed away I'm sure. Anywho, my little 5 year girl got up at church and sang her song to everyone. She preached a sermon that she wrote when she was 10 years old. She's one brave girl. I absolutely love her courage and confidence (although it can be a bit overbearing at times).
Despite the bravado that I sometimes put on, I hate talking in front of people (yet more proof that God has a wicked sense of humor). I'm often too terrified of what someone might think of me that I simply play it cool (now you know my weakness!).
She's not like that and I am eternally grateful that God has blessed her with a bright and shining spirit.
Zorra commented that it was cool that I come from strong and loving women--I am completely blessed by this and I am blessed because I am also the mother of some amazing young women. Ainsley and Valerie fall a bit on the shy side but seem to be coming out of that a bit. I can't help but think having Merkin as their big sister helps even if she can be a bit cruel to them from time to time. Afterall, she is a 13 year old girl! I'm glad that she's made it through a big transition this year and instead of losing her "voice" like many girls her age do, I think hers has gotten stronger. She makes me proud to be her mother (so do Valerie & Ainsley).
Holy God, thank you for my wonderful girls and thank you for making Merkin strong and outspoken (even if it makes me a bit crazy from time to time). Please continue to bless her, Valerie & Ainsley with strength, courage, and love. Amen.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Grandma held the family together. She was rather short and unassuming, my grandfather was over 6ft and rather intimidating. However, the people who knew them understood that it was Grandma was the one you didn't want to mess with! She wasn't mean or cruel but the spoke what she thought clearly and (seemingly) without hesitation.
I loved to listen to the stories of her childhood--I wish I knew more of them. She had wanted to be a doctor but couldn't go to school (I think it had to do with $). She learned all she could on her own and she took care of all of us. She was the family matriarch. When she died, our family fell apart without her--she was our glue.
She was a woman of great strength--physically, mentally, and spiritually. She didn't attend church because she didn't like the pretense of it--folks keeping watch over who was or was not there on Sundays, pretending on Sundays that life was grand while their lives were falling apart during the week. She was intelligent and loving. She worked hard when they had the farm and when they left the farm and bought the cafe in Americus--she worked equally as hard. Amazingly she still found the time and energy to grow a huge flower garden and food garden as well.
She lived with integrity and helped everyone she could. I don't think there was a fake bone in her body. She made my mother strong and both of them taught me to be strong as well.
She died trying to help someone else. As my grandparents were driving home one evening there were big boxes in the middle of the road. They pulled over so she and Grandpa could move the boxes and prevent someone from getting in an accident. Ironically enough, a woman driving too fast and not paying attention to the road hit my grandmother, sending her soaring through the air and landing in a field. She was dead before they could get her to the hospital. It was very hard to lose her. I saw her nearly everyday of my life and then she was suddenly gone.
However, there are times that I feel her presence with me. About 15 years ago, I was having a very difficult time and as I was walking to work and passed under the awning (I worked at a gas station at the time) a daisy fell onto my arm. There weren't any daisies to be found around the area--I just knew it was from my grandma letting me know that everything was going to be okay.
I love you Grandma!
I'm not sure what the craziest part was--my ex-husband shooting me perhaps 2ft away, or a gradeschool friend saving my life, or perhaps my beloved hubby wanting to divorce me because I had spoken with my ex-husband.
Not the best way to start the morning!
Oh well, at least it was just a dream!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
This is really all any of us can do. We can only listen to the voice within us that tells us something isn't right and if we follow this voice we can do good things, small things that help to bring about some small victories of justice in this world. Rosa Parks showed us this truth. She was simply tired and refused to be bullied. It took great courage for her to do this and it took great strength even if she was tired.
Be sure to check out Rosa and Raymond Park's Institute for Self Development.
God bless you, Rosa Parks!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
It seems that she feared absolutely nothing. She experienced what it meant to be thrown in jail and yet continued to devote her life to others and creating a place for justice.