Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Haunting Haiku


A snaggletooth grin,
My pumpkin glows in the dark,
Waiting to welcome goblins

Leaves crunch underfoot
Children run helter skelter
Don’t spill your candy

Bowl piled high with sweets
Giggles, flurry of footsteps
Bell rings – trick or treat


Black cats, witches brew,
Mummies, pirates, vampires, too
Who’s there? Oh, it’s you

Night of mystery
Hiding behind a dark mask
I am someone else

Monday, October 29, 2007

Circle of Grace



I watched a great family movie this weekend which, ironically, starred Billy Bob Thornton. The Astronaut Farmer is the story of a former NASA astronaut who never made it out of training because he had to go home and help save the family farm. But he didn’t gave up his dream of space travel, and is pursuing it by building a rocket in the barn and making plans to launch himself into space. Amazingly, his beautiful wife (Virginia Madsen) and three adorable kids support this endeavor wholeheartedly.

In fact, the one time Virginia Madsen and Billy Bob Thornton argue, it’s over this issue and her perception that he’s not taking care of his family. (I don’t want to give anything away, but considering what’s happened so far in the movie, I have to agree with her.) But it’s the next scene that made the biggest impression on me…

She’s getting the kids into their old Suburban the following morning, and her husband follows her outside to try and keep her from leaving him. She tells him it’s Sunday, and they’re simply going to church. Then she says this: “So that I don’t get bitter … I’m going to have to try to figure out a way to forgive you.”

Virginia Madsen had it exactly right. We don’t need to forgive others for their sake, like we’re bestowing some great favor on them. God is the only one who gets to do that. Instead, we need to forgive for our own sake, so anger, disappointment, and resentment won’t consume us. It may take a long time and a lot of soul searching to get to that place where we can forgive, but there’s really no way around it.

In Colossians we’re told,

“Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.” ~ Colossians 3:13 (NIV)

That’s an even better reason to pardon others. How can we possibly not, when we have been acquitted of so much ourselves? When we do, we become part of God’s circle of grace.

Oswald Chambers defines forgiveness as, “the divine miracle of grace.” When I first considered his description, I thought, “Well, that sounds really nice, and sure … if you’re God, miracles are a piece of cake. Not so much for us, though…” But then it occurred to me: Was easy for God to let his one and only son endure a horrific death on the cross? Would it be easy for any parent? Of course not, but He did, and it was all about forgiveness. Miracles aren’t easy, but that’s what makes them so, well, miraculous.

Do you believe in miracles..?

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Merry Christmas, Grandma Delbridge


While talking to my mother on the phone yesterday I discovered, much to my surprise, that my Grandma Delbridge is featured in the current Lillian Vernon catalog. Apparently my cousin the artist works for Lillian Vernon, and when they needed a "the perfect Grandma" to slip into a Christmas frame/ornament for photography, my cousin Joan was able to whip this picture of our Grandma Delbridge out of her wallet tout de suite. (Good thing they weren't depending on me... I'm doing good to keep current photos of my kids in my wallet, and it's not always that easy to find them.) Anyway, Grandma made it into the catalog, where she will be immortalized, at least for the 2008 Christmas season.

Her name wasn't "Pat," by the way. It was Mary Clyde Pearson Delbridge, and most of my memories of her were from the time after my Grandfather Delbridge died. She didn't drive, but worked as an alterations lady for Peebles department store. When my mother and sister and I would visit her, we'd shop for groceries on Saturday afternoon, and then pull around to the back of the store where we would pick her up after work. We'd often have store-bought barbeque for dinner, then Mom would perm Grandma's hair and, while it was setting, Grandma would make Ellen and I Coke floats. On Sunday Grandma made amazing fried chicken in a cast iron skillet for dinner (i.e., lunch). She always gave her grandchildren underwear for Christmas (but it was really nice underwear, from Peebles), and would test our intelligence by asking us to spell "biscuit."

To see Grandma Delbridge's face in a Christmas ornament reminds me of just how much I miss those childhood holidays spent with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Sometimes it's hard to fathom sometimes how I got from there to here, where I am my parents, creating Christmas memories for my children.

But thoughts of my grandparents and other relatives long gone are also comforting, like quilts I can pull out of a cedar chest and wrap around me. My friend Lori lost her mother this week, and last night, at a memorial service, I was reminded of this verse:

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” ~ Hebrews 12:1 (NIV)

Doesn't knowing who's cheering you on in the stands make the race just a little easier?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Love Song for a Savior



In open fields of wild flowers
She breathes the air, flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses
In no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all

He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call her
And she will come running
Fall in his arms, the tears will fall down
And she'll pray

I want to fall in love with you

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it
Goes to the people who stare into nowhere
Can't feel the chains on their souls

He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday we'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call us
And we will come running
Fall in his arms
The tears will fall down and we'll pray

I want to fall in love with you
Seems to easy to call you savior
Not close enough to call you a god
So as I sit and think of
Words I can mention to show my devotion

I want to fall in love with you


Jars of Clay ~ "Jars of Clay"


When I first heard this song from Jars of Clay’s first album in 1995 I just didn’t get it. The idea of “falling in love” with Jesus had never occurred to me. I mean, he’s GOD, right? So how do you fall in love with the creator of the universe ... the one who created and saved you? In fact, it all seemed a little irreverent to me. (I was way more legalistic back then.)

Think about it though… When you’re “in love” with someone, you:

• Want to know as much as possible about them.
• Want to spend time with them.
• Can’t stop thinking about them.
• Talk about them to everyone you know.
• Want to please them.
• Put them before yourself.

When the truth behind the concept of falling in love with Jesus dawned on me, it was a huge revelation, and I still marvel at imagery of this song. Now it’s what I yearn for, and what I long for my children to have.

In Romans 8:38-39 (NIV) Paul says,

"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

That’s how much He loves us. And what about us? Well, in Matthew 22:37 (NIV) Jesus said,

“‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’”

Sounds like the “real thing” to me, and that’s what I want. A friend recently told me, “It’s one thing to know God loves you. But it’s another thing entirely to feel it.”

I want to feel it every second of every minute of every day. I want to be “in love” with Him.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Reality TV Meets Lord of the Flies?


I admit it: I’m a reality TV addict. Survivor … The Apprentice … The Amazing Race … I’ve watched them all (although The Amazing Race stresses me out). So it was only natural that the newcomer this season would pique my interest.

Kid Nation. I’ve heard it described as “Reality TV Meets Lord of the Flies,” but from what I’ve seen so far (and that’s not a lot, because I have to switch back and forth between Kid Nation and America’s Next Top Model, which is Hannah’s favorite), it isn’t quite that dramatic. In fact, like some other reality TV shows, Kid Nation is turning out to be a fairly accurate microcosm of real world society.

Now I realize that the term “reality TV” is an oxymoron. In fact, it’s more like “unreality TV,” because the reality is all in the editing. So to say a television show is a true reflection of society is risky, at best. But I do believe that a group of people, if left to themselves, will create an ordered (if not orderly) social structure, and these kids are no exception. Oh, they’ve had some help from adults, i.e. writers, directors, and producers, who wrote a competition into each episode to determine which groups would be the laborers, cooks, merchants, and upper class for the next week. But I’m getting ahead of myself….

If you haven’t caught Kid Nation yet, the premise is an old west town made up entirely of kids. The tagline is, “40 children, 40 days, no adults — eager to prove they can build a better world for tomorrow.” Here’s the idea, in a nutshell:

“Settling in Bonanza City, New Mexico, once a thriving mining town but now deserted, these kids, ages 8 to 15 and from all walks of life, will build their own new world, pioneer-style. They will confront grown-up issues while coping with the classic childhood emotions of homesickness, peer pressure and the urge to break every rule. Episodes end with a town meeting in which the kids award one child a gold star worth $20,000, all leading to the grand finale, with an unimaginable test, the biggest awards and a special surprise for every child.”

Kid Nation had its fair share of controversy, even before the first episode aired, and of course, the debate only served to further promote the show. Questions arose as to whether these children were abused by virtue of being without adult supervision. But there were adults on-site, and parents signed documents legally allowing their children to participate, so I concluded the only merit in the controversy was some really effective PR.


This week I was able to watch the entire show, uninterrupted by Tyra Banks and her models (Hannah was at the school Homecoming bonfire). The key issue in Bonanza City this week was religion, and it was simply uncanny how like adults these kids were acting, struggling to determine whether faith had a place in their new society.

The question of whether people of different religious backgrounds could worship as a whole was front and center (the answer was no), but ultimately a smaller, interdenominational group came together to pray. Another query that we deal with as adults stumped the children, as well: Why are we afraid to learn about different religions? And I was a little sad to hear some kids, clearly echoing the adults in their lives, say that they knew what they believed, so why did they even need to know about other religions? Some touted the separation of church and state, and it was pointed out, more than once, that entire wars have been fought over religion. I’m sure the children chosen to participate in Kid Nation were picked, in part, because of their diversity. They’re of different ages, races, and yes, religions. There were even kids who seemed to think they knew enough to be sure there is no God. Imagine a child atheist… On the other hand, one child posed what I thought was a pretty profound question: Did God bring them to Kid Nation for a reason?

One of the most surprising moments in the show came when, following the competition, the entire town got to choose between a huge putt-putt golf course, to be constructed in the middle of Bonanza City, or a stash of “religious books.” Amazingly they chose the books, and a group of them actually were filmed pouring over the Bible, the Torah, and other books later in the show. I confess that their choice made me wonder about the authenticity of this program. In fact, my son Ben just walked through the kitchen, and upon hearing what I was writing about announced, “It’s fake.”


Nonetheless, I thought it was an interesting show this week, and I appreciated the religious focus. After all, corporate worship has been the hub around which societies have revolved since the beginning of time. Why should a television community be any different?

Of course, ultimately it all comes down to this:

Master, which is the great commandment in the law? Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second [is] like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. ~ Matthew 22:36-40

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Quit Your Whining!


Disclaimers: I know I have friends who feel passionately about the bracelets they wear daily, and I have great respect for them and the causes they support. In this post I’m just talking about one bracelet in particular. Also, I thought this poster tied directly into the theme of my post, but halfway through I realized it didn’t. I still think it’s funny though, so I'm leaving it in.

During last year’s local Relay for Life event, I picked up one of those rubber band bracelets. You know what I’m talking about… They come in every color of the rainbow and promote every cause known to mankind. This one was purple, and at first I assumed it was to promote the fight against cancer, since that was what the weekend was about. But when I took a closer look, it read, "A Complaint Free World.org". A complaint free world seemed like a good idea, too, so I slipped it on.

A few days later, as I was dusting my dresser and had to move the bracelet out of the way, I thought, “I should check this out on the web.”

It turns out the bracelets are distributed by a church in Missouri, free of charge, and here’s the way they’re supposed to work, as stated on their website:

Scientists believe it takes 21 days to form a new habit and complaining is habitual for most of us. … The bracelet is a tool to remind you of how well you are creating your life with positive intention. Here are the suggested rules:

1. Begin to wear the bracelet, on either wrist.

2. When you catch yourself complaining, gossiping or criticizing (it’s ok, everyone does) move the bracelet to the other arm and begin again.

3. If you hear someone else who is wearing a bracelet complain, you may point out their need to switch the bracelet to the other arm; BUT if you’re going to do this, you must move your bracelet first!

4. Stay with it. It may take many months but when you reach 21 days you will find that your entire life is happier, more loving, more positive, and more abundant


Complaining/murmuring/whining … I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking the Israelites could have really used two to three million of these during the Exodus…

Also, it’s important to me to say I have a lot of theological differences with this church. I can discern this from simply reading their website, and some of the wording about the purpose and intended results of getting through 21 days without having to move this band from one wrist to the other.

And I’m not wearing a purple rubber bracelet that advertises anything for 21 days, even if I aced the program that quickly. It just doesn’t go with that many things in my wardrobe, yanno?

But I will concede that complaining, gossiping, and criticizing less is a worthy goal, one that would honor God, not to mention make everyone around me happier. So even though I’m not making a fashion statement with a purple rubber band around my wrist, my level of consciousness of these bad habits in myself has been raised somewhat, and that’s got to be a good thing, right?

Maybe someone should just put “Philippians 2:14-15” on a bracelet instead:

“Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe.” (NIV)