Sunday, May 15, 2005

Holy Spirit, Reign in Me...

...or rain on me!

Happy Pentecost! What a joyous day to remember that as followers of Jesus Christ, we merely need to ask for the power of the Holy Spirt and it is ours! That glorious power that enables us to have peace and strength and wisdom and hope is a gift that is abundant because of His eternal love for us.

Friday, May 06, 2005

Catch Up

I guess I take some time to catch up on the latest musings and events in my life.

My husband was thinking about me the other day. He brought home an article about the Patriot Act and libraries. That is how my husband shows love. My husband is not very political, but he is a Teamster, so you know what kind of propaganda he has been fed in recent years. In spite of this, he is now more politically aware and we tend to agree on most issues.

The article, "Check This Out" is by Deroy Murdock and maybe found here:

http://www.nationalreview.com/murdock/murdock200504250750.asp

This is a scary, but true comment Mr. Murdock makes:

"These dangerously naïve or clandestinely seditious librarians are beyond foolish. They potentially jeopardize the lives of American citizens."

I am not one of them, but I'm sure the majority in lock-step with the ALA are.

(Please forgive me if I didn't get the link right, this is my first try!)


A Lesson in Humility--

My self-righteousness regarding the extended breastfeeding of my girls was recently challenged. My eldest daughter was never sick until she went to Kindergarten. I clamed for years it was the breastmilk. The youngest was weaned last August at 13 months only because I had to start taking some medication. She's in daycare and been sick a bit more. The other day, my daycare giver said that Rotavirus was going around. Well, baby daughter was not quite herself, but nothing too bad. I patted myself on the back because I read that breastfed babies usually don't get it as bad. Well, last Thursday night we found ourselves in our local e.r. with our 22 month old hooked up to an I.V. for rehydration. She wasn't very dehydrated, but better safe than sorry. It was a stomach virus, but not rotavirus. I don't know how people with really sick children cope. The worst part was I was working a split-shift so I could take the big girl to work with me in the morning and then work the 6-10 shift that night. I had to leave dear baby girl with daddy at the hospital to answer maybe one reference question! God did take good care of all of us. My mom was even in town so she could come to the hospital with me until my husband came and then return to my house to meet my big girl when she returned from time with her dad.
Everyone is now fine...God is Good, All the Time, God is Good!

Wedding Ring--

My husband and I got married in a hurry due to a few things coming together at the right time. (No, I was not pregnant!) We bought our wedding rings a week later in our very small hometown. Mine was custom made of platinum and 18K gold. It was set with diamond's from my husband's late mother. It was very pretty and just what I wanted. I got it in April 2002.

Just before Christmas, I noticed a very small, but sentimental diamond was missing. I took it in to a new jeweler as our jeweler moved. The new jeweler said that there was a crack in the band and that it was poorly cast. Foolishly, I thought that I could still wear it until I had time to take it in for repair. Well, soon thereafter, the whole top of the ring broke off. Fortunately, it was at home and I found all of the pieces.

After Christmas, I contacted the first jeweler and sent the ring out for repair. A month later I got it back, looking all shiny and new. A week later, I was in church admiring it under the sanctuary lights...admiring God's wonderful creations...metal and diamonds! All of a sudden, I was clapping to a P&W song and my ring felt loose again. I looked down and my diamonds had all dropped down in the cracks of the pew cushion in front of me. I tried to quickly dig the diamonds out without success. The women behind me asked what was wrong. One handed me a metal nail file to dig out the diamonds and the other held out her hands to catch the pieces and put them in a small baggie.

That night I took the pieces home and placed them on my dresser with plans to forget about them. The next morning, I told my husband why I wasn't wearing my ring so he wouldn't think I was mad at him or anything. I said don't worry about it, we don't have to replace it. A gold band from Meijer's would be fine.

The following Saturday, my husband, who is incredibly frugal and always worried about money, took me to the jewelry store. We selected a beautiful white gold setting and had the jeweler add some yellow gold to it to craft a lovely ring. A month later, I put it on my hand. It is so very pretty and highlights my late mother in law's diamonds beautifully. They are pretty small diamonds, but all lined up together they look like a million bucks.

FYI: One of the reasons my original ring fell apart was because it was welded together with a lazer welder. A laser welder, according to the current jeweler, works like a piece of tape on the outside, but doesn't completely weld the pieces together. A regular welder, used on the new ring is like glue...welding the entire piece to the other.

Also: Platinum might be a pure metal or something like it, but that is just marketing....Gold is eternal! (Then a tin band would have been fine, too... and I LOVE jewelry.)

I end this post here and write more later.

Traffic

Traffic...I love my car, but traffic makes me nervous. And now, I'm getting a little traffic on my blog. It is very frightening. I want to share my observations, but not offend. I want to write well, but I don't have much time to craft witty sentences, much less edit them...I've written some wonderful entries in my head away from the computer...lost to daily distractions. Maybe practice makes perfect...maybe...someday...

I will take the advice of a history prof at Michigan State and just write. After all, isn't that what a blog is? A log, a journal, a diary...who proofreads their diary anyway??? MLA or APA format??? Just write!!!!


I've been reading book reviews today and stumbled across one for a book called,
Worship wars in early Luterhanism: choir, congregation, and three centuries of conflict.

I think those wars are still going on and not just in the Lutheran church. Today's war is more on the type of music, but a worship war nonetheless. I was raised in the Lutheran church...I play the cello...I play Bach (Lutheran, too.) on the cello...I sing soprano in choral groups...I've chanted the Lutheran liturgy. If I ever thought I would never do those things again in church, I would feel cut off and not able to worship God in one of the ways He called me to worship Him.

However, I met my husband singing praise and worship music at a Presbyterian singles class (he plays guitar). Now we sometimes sing and play P&W music at our current Lutheran Church. I personally like both styles of worship music. However, I have my own worship wars...I really don't like all the old traditional evangelical standbys like "Just as I Am" or the "Old Rugged Cross". I don't hate them, I'd just rather sing hymns like, "Lift High the Cross", or "Crown Him With Many Crowns", which I guess are more European. I also don't like watered down, blended services, either. I want full-blown, praise and worship or reverent liturgical contemplation. I am so very blessed to find a Lutheran Church that offers options, including a blended service. (We attend Sunday School during that hour).

I really hate to see churches think they have to make a total switch away from liturgy and formal music. I believe this leaves a spiritual void in liturgically based congregations and many times, this is the only way kids get exposed to classical music at all. One of the reasons I think mega-churches succeed is they offer a variety of worship experiences and opportunities to serve musically. My home church is not a mega church. It is an average size church offering a traditional, blended, and contemporary service every Sunday. Not every service is a packed house, but there is a place for everyone to worship in his or her own way. Praise God for that freedom and Thank God for His music, all of his music!