Boiling Mad

Watched Food Inc. again. I get angrier and angrier every time. You want a real healthcare bill? Rebuild, not change, rebuild the food system in this country = fewer sick, fewer obese, fewer diabetic, fewer medicaid claims, fewer employee absences, lower employer costs, businesses can afford to expand and employ, fewer food industry subsidies–use the $$ to assist individuals and small business with legal fees when sued by Monsanto(how much freaking money do they need?) — criminals receive a free attorney, why not Joe Farmer? No more competing with other countries’ crop prices so Mexico can farm again without U.S. companies advertising in their papers to bring illegal workers to slaughterhouses reducing immigration issues. I could go on. And it’s all McDonald’s fault. (if you’ve seen “Food Inc” you’ll understand)

I’m changing my mind on many things. Sue the hell out of fast food. Not because parents don’t have responsibility but because we have been groomed for 60 years to think its cheaper to eat crap. It worked for tobacco. We all have a personal responsibility for certain. It’d just be much easier if I didn’t have to battle corporate america’s foot on my neck every time I go through a check out line.

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I Hate Holidays

I just realized that for the most part, I can’t stand holidays. I have grand visions of how I want them celebrated and 95% of the time, it doesn’t work out how I envisioned.

For instance. 4th of July. On the 4th, and not the 3rd and in no particular order, we’d see a parade, have a party at our house with awesome food and drink and the kids would play. Or maybe we’d go hang out at a local festival and listen to music, visit craft tables, eat corn dogs and have coke in a cup with ice, a lid and a straw–no cans. Then fireworks. We’d go to a park with 40,000 other people, put down our blankets and watch the professionals light off awesome fireworks–including ground displays of the American flag. The town employees would take up a collection through the crowd to help pay for the fireworks show. We’d battle traffic on the way home or gloat as we pull out of our friend’s driveway–the friend that lives 2 blocks from the park–and easily make it home. Then the kids would wash up, put on pjs and go to bed. They would fall asleep without screaming, crying and having to “duck and cover” under the sheets thanks to the neighborhood pyrotechnic amateurs. We’d all be happy. ER docs would be bored. No arrests would need to be made.

Don’t get me started about New Year’s Eve, Memorial and Labor Days, or Christmas. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go call the  police on the “over served” lighting off something a few houses down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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What I “got out of” church this weekend.

After two weeks of craziness, I finally got to go to church this past weekend. I hate not going to church. I feel like I’m missing out so I was excited to go. At the same time, I felt blah–just feeling kind of down with a MONSTER headache and same ol’ pain deal. I did my best to connect with the singing and the message and for the most part I was hanging with it. Greed vs. Generosity. Christianity is not an add-on or something you do. C.S. Lewis quote: “I haven’t come to torture your natural self but to give you a completely new self.” The Gospel is the epitome of generosity. From Mark 10:5-8 “freely you have received, freely give.” The Gospel demands more than you thought and offers more than you could imagine. See Scott? I was totally listening with that glazed over look on my face!

Light bulb moment though was when Scott simply mentioned that for some people in that room, this might be the first time they heard or it truly resonated that God gives to them freely–not because the good list is a little longer than the bad list–because God is generous. So now my brain gets totally excited thinking that somewhere in that room, someone’s life needed a change and they were receiving it right now. Someone needed a change in their relationships, addictions, thoughts of self or pain and they were receiving it right now. Church, in that moment, stopped being about “wish my foot didn’t hurt” and started being about “pray that the ‘someone’ will yield an open heart to Jesus”.

My perspective about church has shifted dramatically over the last few years thanks to the Orchard. It’s not about me. It’s not about me. I have received an amazingly generous gift in the Gospel. Freely, I must be able to share this in word, deed or spirit and get excited that someone in that room will soon be telling a new story about their life. And that absolutely rocks!

Things I Think Of Once

Would we create jobs if we stopped paying our bills online and went back to making of pile of envelopes someone needed to open?

Is it a government conspiracy that I can never remember my login information to pay the Sallie Mae bill online so I have to buy a stamp and send via U.S. mail?

Would it ever be possible to create an allergen-free grocery store strip mall so you wouldn’t have to drive everywhere for a decent price? You could have the wheat & gluten-free store next to the tree and peanut-free store next to the egg-free store next to the no-lacto-zone store next to the soy-free and fish-free stores all in the space of a supermarket but with separate entrances. Shoppers, what do you think?

Is there a cell phone you could give to your kids where the only texts they can send/receive are to/from the parents and the only numbers they can dial are the parents’ and 911? I suppose its called a walkie-talkie eh?

There’s GOT to be a way to provide library cards to low income township residents so their kids can bring books home. Many families are single parent households who may not be able to get to the library to read to the kids during library hours. Right now the cost is about $170 (in my area) per family per year payable in a lump sum. Somebody brainstorm with me. How does your library district handle unincorporated residents?

Rethinking evolution-sort of

Pretty sure my dog has developed thumbs.

I was so proud of myself. I had the breakfast dishes cleaned up and food put away plus fed the dog BEFORE taking kids to school this morning. Feeling confident. I returned home to an empty container sitting on the floor, that used to hold a pan of cornbread from last nights dinner. Somehow, my dog knocked the closed tupperware container off the counter, wrestled the lid off(see my first statement about thumbs) and ate the entire pan of cornbread–about 10 pieces. Oddly, he left behind the napkin. The minute I saw that and gasped “Nooooooo!”, Champ immediately ducked his head and went right to his crate and laid down. Jerk. He must have been inspired by Denver’s appearance on Good Morning America yesterday.

Water, water everywhere…

I am currently sobbing over this past Sunday’s episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition with the Hurston family from Cocoa, Florida. Joe Hurston, who runs the nonprofit relief organization Air Mobile Disaster Relief , has delivered portable water purifiers to disaster sites worldwide and installed about 660 water purification devices in 38 countries.  Joe a pilot and Cindy, a nurse, met in Haiti and adopted their eldest daughter Juliet (17) from Haiti when she was 3 yrs old. They have a son, Peter (13) and daughter, Dieunika(5) who was adopted into the family from Haiti when she was 2.

While away from home, one of their pipes burst, flooding the house. Ironically, as Ty Pennington points out, the very thing they provide as relief to others around the world, provided devastation to their own home. When a massive earthquake struck Haiti last year, they made a conscious decision to put the repairs of their home on the back burner because the people of Haiti were in more desperate need. Even as they tour their home with Ty, the show’s designers and crew, they resist feelings of sadness over their situation because there are many of their friends living in tents of sheets or sticks, and have no access to water. They are thankful when they return from continued relief trips to Haiti, that they can live in a modest mobile home parked in their yard. A half bath in the main house provides the only actual plumbing in the home. I was struck at how Mr. Hurston’s demeanor energized as he described what his little plane could do. Its an old small workhorse  but it can land in small places and can bring water purifiers just about anywhere. His joy for his mission is inspiring. One wish? That the plane had more fuel range. Part of the home makeover extends to the airplane as well.

Watching this family is nothing less than spectacular. I crave to raise a family as concerned for others as theirs. Please watch this episode and check out Air Mobile. Oh. Did I forget to mention that Air Mobile is a faith based organization? It’s not mentioned in the show–whether by design of the family or of the editors who knows or cares? They always directed the focus to the people in need and what can be done. The Hurstons are an awesome example of the love of Christ.

God bless the Hurston family in their continuing mission, safe travels, and the growth of their influence.

The Stones Would Cry Out

37 As he was drawing near–already on the way down the Mount of Olives–the whole multitude of his disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen, 38 saying, “Blessed isthe King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” 39 And some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.” 40 He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.” Luke 19:37-40 ESV

“But God shows his anger from heaven against all sinful, wicked people who suppress the truth by their wickedness. They know the truth about God because he has made it obvious to them. For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God. – Romans 1:18-20 NLT

“If these were silent, the very stones would cry out.” Interesting. Have you ever noticed that our involuntary response to victory or pure joy is raising our arms and hands in the air? It’s a little hard to whoop and holler without raising your arms perhaps with a fist pump here or there. Why? Why is that such an automatic response? I wonder if this is our body’s instinctual way of worshipping the creator. Creation itself testifies to the power and nature of God. When the Pharisees tell Jesus to rebuke his disciples for praising him, Jesus basically says, “Even if I did tell them to stop, these stones would cry out in praise. You cannot stop it.”

Just something to ruminate over.