From sorrow to fury

Edited: I have removed a "nickname" that I gave to the soon-to-be president that, while an accurate description of his attitude towards the unborn, was, well...not very nice. Trying to put the best construction on it...

Heard on the radio this morning that he'll be making a visit to the Oval Office and will have a little sit down with Bush. That's nice. What will they discuss? Well for starters, there's his intention to repeal some key Bush policies, including overturning the restrictions on embryonic stem cell funding.

I am stunned.

Doesn't this man know how to use the internet? Does he not know that there are several non-embryonic sources of stem cells, one of which has shown itself to be scientifically more successful than embryonic stem cells??. Doesn't he know that embroyonic stem cell research is now pretty much obselete?

I bet he does. And I bet he doesn't care.

Yeah, I'm bitter.

4:30 in the afternoon and it's dark already

You know what that means...

Time to break out the No, No, November!!


Itchy feet

I like to travel, you know it.

Every now and then I just get this urge to get out of here and go on an adventure. This must be what Bilbo felt like.

Since I don't have Bilbo's riches at my disposal, I have become the diva of travelling on the cheap.

I know where all the cheap hotels (preferably with free breakfast) are in Niagara Falls, thank you very much. And quite a few along I-95, too.

I noticed the other day that I am getting dangerously low on Jimmy Dean sausage. I think a trip to Buffalo is in order...

What else is there of interest in Buffalo, you ask? Oh, not much. Except pizza, wings, Bills football and, oh yeah, Galen and Jenny's NEW BABY GIRL!!

Since an invitation to visit and meet said baby has not been forthcoming, I guess I'm just going to have to invite myself *grin*

(Yes, Galen. I AM ribbing you. Maybe. Heh heh)

Trying to find a date that works for our clan can be difficult, but I'm up to the challenge!

Strange sorrow

Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Psalm 124:8

Alli and I were talking last night, and somehow the conversation turned to the US election. The results were just starting to come in at this point and it was still anyone's game. Alli wondered who I thought would win.

"Well I hope John McCain wins, but I think probably Barack Obama will."

"Why do you want McCain to win?" She's heard the media disdain for McCain and Palin, I and know she was wondering why her mom wanted "that guy" to win.

I had to wrestle with how much I should tell my daughter. She is 15, but she is still very much an innocent. She barely understands the Canadian political process, let alone the intricacies of US politics. I wasn't in a position to explain to her the ins and outs of Obama's policies – frankly, I don't know them. I only really know his record on abortion. That's all I have to know.

Alli knows about the reality of abortion, of course, but in an abstract, sterile kind of way. At 15, does she really need to know that every year over a million babies in the United States are aborted, and that Obama favours putting as few limits as possible on the slaughter? Did I really want to discuss with her horrors of partial birth abortion, and that Barack Obama voted against banning this barbaric procedure? I didn't want to explain to her that sometimes babies survive abortions and that Obama helped block a bill that was designed solely to protect the life of infants already born, and outside the womb, who had miraculously survived the attempt to kill them during an abortion. No, I really didn't want to have to burden my daughter with this awful knowledge.

But. I do want my daughter to think critically about these matters and not just accept at face value what the media, her peers and her teachers may be telling her. I want her to use discernment, and hold the matter up to the light of Scripture and test it for its truthfulness.

So even though in my heart I wished I could protect her for just a little longer, I talked to her about the holocaust of abortion that is occurring – in the United States, and in our own country – and the political landscape that allows it to continue. And we wept together, and prayed together: for the lost lives, for our countries, and for ourselves.

Today I am grieving. By the time I went to bed last night, I was pretty sure that Obama would be president, but I still prayed for a miracle. In the morning when I saw the news, I burst into tears.

It seems strange that I should be so grieved at the outcome of an election in a country that is not my own. (We elected our own national leader just three short weeks ago, but it barely made a blip on my radar…though to be fair, the outcome of the election was to keep the status quo – we re-elected the Conservatives to another term.) I guess I just thought that the tides were turning and that maybe the end of the atrocity of abortion was in sight. I saw in McCain and Palin a real possibility of dismantling the abortion industry. Many times, what happens in the US trickles down (or up, as the case may be) into Canada. And I got my hopes up.

This is a lesson, it seems, that I am destined to learn over and over again: When you put your trust in that which you should only be trusting in the Lord for, you will inevitably be disappointed.

Our help is not found in any man, or political process, or legislation. Our help is in the name of the Lord.

Finally!

Beth has been patiently waiting for pictures of our wallpapering adventure.

It took me many months to pick out the paper - I changed my mind so many times I've lost count - but in the end I think we made a great choice and I'm happy with the results.

Ken has been working on this all week and he finally got it finished this afternoon. It took a long time to complete - it's a LONG hall - but I think he did a fabulous job. :)


Here is a a "before" of the long, white hall. It was clean, but institutional looking.


Here's how it looks now (with my hubby still working at the top of steps!)
Here's the front entrance

You can see the patterns and colours a bit better in this one





Also the front entrance, facing the front door


gratitude

I do not show my thanks as I should. Ever.

I do not even know all the Good that I ought to acknowledge.

But I offer my weak and feeble thanks nonetheless, knowing that even for that much I owe a debt of thanks to You.

Second-hand smoke

A couple of days ago I started smelling cigarette smoke. I was at work when I first noticed it and initially I thought somebody was smoking outside and a door or window was open somewhere. The smell was quite strong and unpleasant. I smelled it the whole afternoon until I went home.

Yesterday I could smell it again, not as strong but I smelled it for most of the time I was at work.
Today I noticed the smell almost as soon as I got to the office and I smelled it all day. I asked around, but nobody else smelled anything. I started thinking it was all in my head.

Except I'm home now and I can still smell smoke. It's so frustrating

I began to wonder if maybe something is wrong with me so I looked it up on the internet and it looks like its a fairly common medical phenomenon. The most likely cause is.either a sinus infecion or a brain tumor. So I'm kinda hoping for a sinus infection.

Anyways, I guess I'm going to have to live with the revolting smell of smoke for a few more days until I can get in to see the doctor. Yuck.

Everything I really needed to know about Jesus I learned in Sunday School

Last week our Sunday School lesson was about Moses and the Bronze Serpent.


Then they journeyed from Mount Hor by the Way of the Red Sea, to go around the land of Edom; and the soul of the people became very discouraged on the way. And the people spoke against God and against Moses: "Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? For there is no food and no water, and our soul loathes this worthless bread." So the LORD sent fiery serpents among the people, and they bit the people; and many of the people of Israel died.

Therefore the people came to Moses, and said, "We have sinned, for we have spoken against the LORD and against you; pray to the LORD that He take away the serpents from us." So Moses prayed for the people.

Then the LORD said to Moses, "Make a fiery serpent, and set it on a pole; and it shall be that everyone who is bitten, when he looks at it, shall live." So Moses made a bronze serpent, and put it on a pole; and so it was, if a serpent had bitten anyone, when he looked at the bronze serpent, he lived.
Numbers 21:4-9 (NKJV)

Now that I'm teaching the Grade 1 class, (I formerly taught Grade 5) I have to remember to keep the lesson objectives simple. For our craft, we cut and paste a serpent onto a wooden pole and Jesus onto a cross. Then as a quick game, I asked them to hold up the correct pole when ever I said "God saved the Isrealites from the snakes" or "God saved us from sin". That's basically what the lesson boils down to - just as God saved the Isrealites in the wilderness from dying from the serpent's bite, so He saves us from the death that we deserve as a consequence of our sin.

Call me a cynic, but I can't help wondering how many Isrealites died because they didn't look at the snake. I'm pretty sure I would have died. Because it doesn't really make sense. Think about it: I'm lying on the ground, feverish and convulsing from the snake venom that's coursing through my blood. A snakebite is the cause of my suffering and will soon be the cause of my death. And then along comes Moses who tells me to look at an effigy of the snake - the very cause of my suffering! - and I will be saved from death by snakebite. (Uh...yeah. Sure Moses, anything you say.) It just doesn't make sense, does it?

In fact it seems like the opposite should be true. The snake, apparently, was called "Nehushtan" (2 Kings 18:4). The word "Nehushtan" is not only a combination of the Hebrew words for "bronze" and "snake" but it also sounds much like the Hebrew word that means "unclean thing". And my intellect tells me that I have no good reason to believe the "unclean thing" will be of any help to me. In fact it tells me the opposite: the unclean thing can't be trusted.

Yet obviously some of the Isrealites believed and looked at the bronze serpent and were healed. Despite the fact that it made no human sense whatsoever, they trusted that God would be true to His word and looked up for their healing.

In the same sort of paradoxical way, Luther had this idea that the Cross turned everything that we think we know about God on its head. From a human perspective what kind of Messiah is a dead messiah? How are we supposed to trust a Messiah - killed in the most shameful way that the Romans could devise, whose followers appeared to have deserted Him and who seemed to lack the power to stop even his own unjust death sentence - to save us? Like the serpent on the pole, the Messiah on the Cross as a means of salvation makes no sense.

Yet Luther insisted that the shame and agony and senselessness of the Cross is precisely where God best reveals Himself to us. God hides himself (Isaiah 45:15) in what appears to be weak and foolish yet paradoxically this is where the very power and wisdom of God are found. God, who is all-powerful, hides Himself in weakness. God, who is all wise, hides Himself in foolishness. God, who is living, hides Himself in death. Luther called this the "Theology of the Cross".

To fully understand the implications of Theology of the Cross (if such a thing is even possible), one must first understand it's converse: what Luther called the Theology of Glory. Under such a theology, man seeks for himself the glory that belongs to God alone. Thus, theologians of glory see themselves as having the capacity to understand God - and even approach Him - apart from His final Revelation to man, which is Christ. The theologian of glory applies his human reason to understand what God is like.

This is why the Sunday School lesson is so powerful. Human reason tells us that a bronze snake on a pole is not going to save us from a poisonous bite. And human reason tells us that a dead man on a cross is no help to us either. Yet in both cases our human reason deceives us.

The children in Sunday School, whose faith God began in their baptisms, accept unquestioningly that God saves through a lifeless bronze serpent and they accept equally unquestioningly that Jesus dying on the cross saves them from death. They don't believe it because they have applied human reason, or reached an "age of understanding". They believe it because God, who revealed His greatest promise in the paradox of the Cross, gave them faith to trust that His promises are true.

Here endeth the Sunday School lesson.

Spykids

Yesterday was our big Sunday School Rally. Our Sunday School goes on hiatus during the summer months and starts up again in September when we go back to two Sunday morning services. (We have an "early" service at 8:30 am, a late service at 11 am and Sunday School for the kids/Bible study for the adults in between.)

There is no grade 5 class this year so I am helping out with the grade 1/2 class instead. Our first lesson was about the 12 spies that God told Moses to send to Canaan so we made the kids be the "spies" and told them they had to find out about the land and the people. We gave them "ID" cards and took their pictures and their fingerprints for their cards. Then we gave the the story and the had to listen for the "clues".

The kids seemed to enjoy it. One little fellow came out of the classroom waving his ID card. "Look!" he said, showing his brother his card. "I'm working for JESUS!". Too cute.

The other federal election

Canada will be going to the polls on October 14, one day after Thanksgiving. The election was called yesterday.

Which means we'll have a new government before our neighbours to the south have even finished their (endless YEARS of) campaigning. *Smirk*

Doesn't it make you wish you were Canadian?