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Thursday, July 2, 2009 AD

My Cousin Susan Died a Few Days Ago
Second cousin once removed, actually (my mother's first cousin's granddaughter...got that?). She was only 42 -- not quite a year older than I. I only met her twice, I think, but once was during the summer I turned 12, and her family vacationed in New England at the same time my family was in NH, and we spend the better part of a week or two together as I traveled with them to visit their other relatives in the region. I remember the three Barlow girls and I counting all the pigs in their (grandmother's? great aunt's?) collection -- including every porcine picture in every story book. I suspect this was at my instigation; it's the sort of thing I'd want to do even now.

That time was very formative for me. I had never met a family who actually prayed together, and I'd never heard anyone pray, "Dear Jesus..." While I think it's generally most theologically correct to pray to the Father in Jesus' name, it deeply affected me to encounter people for whom the Lord was clearly a real Person with whom they had a real personal connection.

There were a couple other life-changing events that same summer. I went to music camp where we sang sappy songs all week, but again, I was struck by the personal connectedness to Christ I saw in the people around me that week. I walked the aisle on the last night (there were altar calls every night) and told the counselor, "I want to know Jesus better."

Although I've no doubt I was saved long before then, that summer brought a conversion of sorts -- a significant lurch forward in my walk with Christ. It made me brave enough to say no to someone who had been hurting me, even though that meant losing the closest relationship I had. Jesus became enough; His grace became sufficient.

It still is. And I still want to know Him better...like I bet Susie does now!
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009 AD

Paedofaith
"...[W]hat a playground that old church was! When we shouted, the echo would ring from transept to transept and our laughter never, never seemed to be sacrilegious. Unlike some of the stern adults who sometimes frowned on our frolic, I had always thought that the laughter of little children in an empty cathedral was the most beautiful of all hymns of praise. And so we grew up, knowing only a God who enjoyed our presence as we skipped, ran, and played through this building which was built for His Glory."

-- Corrie ten Boom, Tramp for the Lord
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How NOT to Prepare for Worship
So I'm driving down the highway this past Sunday morning, tuned in to a station that plays old editions of Casey Kasem's American Top 40. They'll pick the show from the same week in some previous year. This week it was 1974. Perhaps they chose it because there was a Jackson 5 tune in the top 10. Perhaps because it was 25 years ago...a nice anniversarial number. But whatever the reason, the show was timed with my drive so that just as I turned onto the road where my church meets Casey announced the #4 hit of the week -- a novelty tune that had been remarkably popular. And thus, ladies and gentlemen, the last song I heard before heading into worship was that edifying classic "The Streak."

P.S. Actually, a merry heart doeth good like a kick in the pants, and I can always use a boost of cheerfulness to get my spirit going on Sunday mornings. I chalked it up to Providence and gave thanks for the divine joke. If your god isn't that funny, you have my condolences!
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Monday, June 29, 2009 AD

A Gem from Lewis
When I joined CREC four years ago (May 8, 2005, according to the inscription), the Antkoiwiaks gave me a copy of A Year with C. S. Lewis. I pick it up from time to time, and did so this morning, whereupon I read this entry, quoted from Mere Christianity:
Rats in the Cellar

We begin to notice, besides our particular sinful acts, our sinfulness; begin to be alarmed not only about what we do, but about what we are. This may sound rather difficult, so I will try to make it clear from my own case. When I come to my evening prayers and try to reckon up the sins of the day, nine times out of ten the most obvious one is some sin against charity; I have sulked or snapped or sneered or snubbed or stormed. And the excuse that immediately springs to my mind is that the provocation was so sudden and unexpected; I was caught off my guard, I had not time to collect myself. Now that may be an extenuating circumstance as regards those particular acts: they would obviously be worse if they had been deliberate and premeditated. On the other hand, surely what a man does when he is taken off his guard is the best evidence for what sort of a man he is? Surely what pops out before the man has time to put on a disguise is the truth? If there are rats in a cellar you are most likely to see them if you go in very suddenly. But the suddenness does not create the rats: it only prevents them from hiding. In the same way the suddenness of the provocation does not make me an ill-tempered man; it only shows me what an ill-tempered man I am. The rats are always there in the cellar, but if you go in shouting and noisily they will have taken cover before you switch on the light. Apparently the rats of resentment and vindictiveness are always there in the cellar of my soul. Now that cellar is out of reach of my conscious will. I can to some extent control my acts: I have no direct control over my temperament. And if (as I said before) what we are matters even more than what we do -- if, indeed, what we do matters chiefly as evidence of what we are -- then it follows that the change which I most need to undergo is a change that my own direct, voluntary efforts cannot bring about. And this applies to my good actions too. How many of them were done for the right motive? How many for fear of public opinion, or a desire to show off? How many from a sort of obstinacy or sense of superiority which, in different circumstances, might equally have led to some very bad act? But I cannot, by direct moral effort, give myself new motives. After the first few steps in the Christian life we realise that everything which really needs to be done in our souls can be done only by God.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009 AD

OK, OK...15 Books
This is the hottest meme on Facebook (or was a few weeks ago...it's probably the lukewarmest one now) but I'm going to post it first on my blog and let it feed into FB for more mileage.

The instructions: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Tag 15 friends, including me because I'm interested in seeing what books my friends choose.

1. The Bible (If I don't mention it, y'all'll think I'm a heathen, but it always seems somewhat disrespectful to list it along with any other books)
2. The Chronicles of Narnia (I started to make these 2-8, but I was, surprisingly, able to think of enough others to total 15)
3. The Hiding Place (Corrie Ten Boom)
4. Are You My Mother?
5. Where the Wild Things Are ("The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another...." Had this one memorized and would recite it to Kate on long car trips.)
6. Green Eggs and Ham (First time I remember Kate reading a book out loud. I'd gotten suddenly ill, and was lying on the couch, and she read it to comfort me. So sweet!)
7. The Carrot Seed (Crockett Johnson -- had a record of this as a kid...with songs and everything. I think I still have it, AAMOF. Hmmm...should send it to PBC to convert for me.)
8. Sir Kevin of Devon (Mom borrowed this to read to my cousin Petey. I'm gonna have to steal it back. I think it originally belonged to one of my brothers, but since I was the youngest, I sort of appropriated all of their books along the way. They don't miss them.)
9. A Story About Me (Sweet little tale about a boy named "Me" who meets a shy bear named "Me" and brings him home for milk and cookies.)
10. Wise Words (Peter Leithart. I weep my way through it every time. Listened to it while decorating my mother's birthday cake. One shouldn't listen to blubbering-inducing things while messing about with food products. The only set of stories that comes close to Narnia in my affections.)
11. Stepping Heavenward (I have this on cassette and really need to get it transferred to CD)
12. Madeline (In an old house in Paris all covered with vines.... Never read this much as a child, but read it many times to other children, especially Kate.)
13. The Clown of God (Tomie de Paola. Was delighted to see this at the Trovatos' a few weeks ago.)
14. The Berenstains' B Book (Ah...the joys of alliteration!)
15. How to Be Free from Bitterness (Highest underlines-per-page count of any book I own.)

Yes, most of them are children's books that I've read them so many times they're "stickier" than most other books.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009 AD

Help Me Out with Some Decorating Decisions
Here's what I'm athinkin' (all photos are clickable for larger images).

These on the couch:



These on one chair:



These on the other chair:



The peacock theme is happifying. Should I try to find a little more contrast for the couch coices? I like the first chair pair together, but will they work with the couch ones? I like the second chair pair separately (especially digging that garden gate), but can I get away with them together...and with the rest of the choices? Should I give up on the orange/magenta peacock, and pair the red and white gate with one of the brown ones in the photo above it? Should I stop thinking I can make that bright red work with the darker reds of the couch pillows?

I await your comments with bated breath. ;-)
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Monday, June 15, 2009 AD

Shushing Your Accusers, Inside and Out
Here's a double dose of the kind of medicine I'm always in need of.

From Doug Wilson:
If a misguided father, in the interests of preventing pride from taking root in his children, offered criticism after criticism, the results would not be what he anticipated. Instead of rearing humble children, he would bring up neurotic and jumpy children. "What is it now?" would be their constant internal question. But another father who praised, honored, accepted, delighted in, and rejoiced over his children would be bringing up secure children, children who are able to forget themselves in the interests of others.

Now we are at the Lord's dinner table, where many of these conversations take place. What kind of father do you think He is? Which father represents our heavenly Father best? Far too often we slander Him, as though He were like the first father in the illustration. We pretend that we are being severe with ourselves, when we are actually misrepresenting Him.

You are here, at His Table. Forgiveness has been declared over you. You have heard the Word proclaimed. You have sung psalms and hymns to Him, and all of it has been received in the Lord Jesus. You are seated here, and you are welcome here. You are seated in the company of the blessed, and you are not the odd man out. This is your home. This is your meal. These are your people. He is your God. Quiet your fears. Set them aside. My commission as a minister is to tell you to set them aside. Did God pay the price He paid in order to be able to bring you in here to snarl at you? Of course not. Come and welcome.
From Peter Leithart:
"With what disgust, contempt, and hatred Christ must look upon every second of our lives, the reviewing of which must be a long torture for us, were such a judgment in our future!"

These are the words of a Presbyterian minister, writing in a prominent evangelical magazine. He's trying to refute the belief that we'll be judged according to works at the last day. He's wrong on that point. Paul says clearly and repeatedly that everyone will be judged according to his works. But that's not my main interest this morning. My interest is the attitude this writer attributes to Jesus.

Do you think Jesus is filled with "disgust, contempt, and hatred...every second of our lives"? Many Christians do, and there are others who want to reinforce that view. Job's friends did. They posed as "comforters" but they were really little "satans," accusers more interested in convicting than comforting.

Job's response is not meekly to turn over and take it. His response is not, "Well, you've got a point there. I admit I'm totally depraved." His response is to deny their accusations and defend himself. That should be our response too. But how? We know how sinful we are, how often we fail and fall. How can we defend ourselves with the same confidence as Job?

The answer will come in a few moments, as it comes every week in the liturgy. As we enter the Lord's presence, we first need to be cleansed by confessing our sins. When we've confessed, the Father tells us how he regards us, and He doesn't express disgust, contempt, or hatred. What He expresses is free and absolute forgiveness, love, favor, brotherly kindness, mercy. Because you are in the Son, "He forgives you all your sins."

When the accusations come, don't grovel and don't let yourself be manipulated. Instead: Remember the words of absolution and realize that even more than Job you have grounds to protest your innocence. Remember the declaration of forgiveness, and believe that in Christ your sins are completely, utterly gone. Remember that you have been cleansed, silence the satans, and know that Jesus Christ by His Spirit is the true Comforter.

The next time some sophisticated theological accuser, some Confessional satan, wants to convict you of sin, you've got a choice: Believe the accuser, or believe God.
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009 AD

One of My Favorite Poems
I posted this a couple years ago, but I was thinking of it again tonight as I arranged some seashells on some shelves...and as I thought about how much more room I would have in my life for others if self didn't take up so very much space.
"Indwelling," by T.E. Brown

If thou couldst empty all thy self of self,
Like to a shell disinhabited,
Then might He find thee on the Ocean shelf,
And say -- "This is not dead," --
And fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou art all replete with very thou,
And hast such shrewd activity,
That, when He comes, He says -- "This is enow
Unto itself -- 'Twere better let it be:
It is so small and full, there is no room for Me."
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009 AD

Two Communion Poems
I offer these in the spirit of "anything worth doing is worth doing badly." I spent the past couple days at the Trovatos' house (so much for my determined plans to do housework yesterday) and found Billy Collins's Ballistics, a remnant of Kristy's thesis, having fallen behind the bed where I slept. Reading led to writing, and there you have it. I have no idea what I'm about in this poetry business, so I covet your critiquing!


Beelzebub

Jesus is, in a sense,
the Lord of the flies.
There is not one small gnat
over which He does not cry,
Mine!

including the dead one
floating in my communion
wine on Sunday.

He ordained it
and ordained that I would catch it
and ordained that I would catch the elder
at the back row
to exchange the fly in the ointment
for fresh Balm of Gilead.

He ordained the buzzing
wee beasties my own soul
strains against
(and the dromedaries
in my throat),
claims them as His,

and catches me
in the back row
to offer His clean
blood in exchange.


Recognizing the Body of Christ

As the elements are passed
I look around
and always seek
a certain six-year-old
face.

Too undisciplined
to sit somberly
and stone-countenanced,

we swap
sister-sinner smiles.

Her gap-toothed grin,
His face,
His favor.
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Thursday, May 21, 2009 AD

Liquor Store Adventures
Living as I do in the People's Republic of Maryland, I can't just pick up booze along with bread, butter and bananas at the local supermarket. No...I must go to that aesthetically challenged category of retail establishments known as The Liquor Store. And sometimes I have adventures there.

A few weeks ago I stopped to buy Cabernet at a place I've never been. And I still would never have been there except that it was Friday and Sunday was acomin' and I was out of communion wine and it was on the way home. This store was in a poorer area of town, as evidenced by the pitiful selection of the fruit of the vine. And then, on my way out, I was accosted by a panhandler at the very door of the shop. That, my friends, is what we call brazen.

Tonight I went to pick up a couple cases of Yellow Tail, which ought to spare me another liquor store trip for nearly two years. The sales clerk carted the boxes out to my car and deposited them in my trunk...wherein I promptly locked my keys. Liquor store parking lots are not the most savory places for loitering, but happily, the Magic Spare Key Fairy was at home, and came and rescued me within a few minutes. Thank you, Magic Spare Key Fairy!
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Monday, May 11, 2009 AD

WLC on #5
We've been going through the Westminster Larger Cataclysm...er...Catechism as our confession of faith at CREC, and the past few weeks we've had a couple questions per Sunday from the section on the fifth commandment. Lots to chew on here:
Question 123: Which is the fifth commandment?

Answer: The fifth commandment is "Honor thy father and thy mother that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God gives thee."

Question 124: Who are meant by father and mother in the fifth commandment?

Answer: By father and mother in the fifth commandment are meant not only natural parents, but all superiors in age and gifts, and especially such as by God's ordinance are over us in place of authority, whether in family, church, or commonwealth.

Question 125: Why are superiors styled father and mother?

Answer: Superiors are styled father and mother both to teach them in all duties toward their inferiors like natural parents, to express love and tenderness to them according to their several relations, and to work inferiors to a greater willingness and cheerfulness in performing their duties to their superiors as to their parents.

Question 126: What is the general scope of the fifth commandment?

Answer: The general scope of the fifth commandment is the performance of those duties which we mutually owe in our several relations as inferiors, superiors, or equals.

Question 127: What is the honor that inferiors owe to their superiors?

Answer: The honor which inferiors owe to their superiors is all due reverence in heart, word, and behavior; prayer and thanksgiving for them; imitation of their virtues and graces; willing obedience to their lawful commands and counsels; due submission to their corrections; fidelity to, defense and maintenance of their persons and authority according to their several ranks and the nature of their places; bearing with their infirmities and covering them in love that so they may be an honor to them and to their government.

Question 128: What are the sins of inferiors against their superiors?

Answer: The sins of inferiors against their superiors are all neglect of the duties required toward them; envying at, contempt of, and rebellion against their persons and places in their lawful counsels, commands, and corrections; cursing, mocking, and all such refractory and scandalous carriage as proves a shame and dishonor to them and their government.

Question 129: What is required of superiors towards their inferiors?

Answer: It is required of superiors according to that power they receive from God and that relation wherein they stand to love, pray for, and bless their inferiors; to instruct, counsel, and admonish them -- countenancing, commending, and rewarding such as do well and discountenancing, reproving, and chastising such as do ill; to protect and provide for them all things necessary for soul and body; and by grave, wise, holy, and exemplary carriage to procure glory to God, honor to themselves, and so to preserve that authority which God has put upon them.

Question 130: What are the sins of superiors?

Answer: The sins of superiors are, besides the neglect of the duties required of them, an inordinate seeking of themselves, their own glory, ease, profit, or pleasure; commanding things unlawful or not in the power of inferiors to perform; counseling, encouraging, or favoring them in that which is evil; dissuading, discouraging, or discountenancing them in that which is good; correcting them unduly; carelessly exposing or leaving them to wrong, temptation, and danger; provoking them to wrath; or any way dishonoring themselves or lessening their authority by an unjust, indiscreet, rigorous, or remiss behavior.

Question 131: What are the duties of equals?

Answer: The duties of equals are to regard the dignity and worth of each other in giving honor to go one before another and to rejoice in each other's gifts and advancement as their own.

Question 132: What are the sins of equals?

Answer: The sins of equals are, besides the neglect of the duties required, the undervaluing of the worth, envying the gifts, or grieving at the advancement of prosperity one of another, and usurping preeminence one over another.

Question 133: What is the reason annexed to the fifth commandment, the more to enforce it?

Answer: The reason annexed to the fifth commandment in these words -- "That thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God gives thee" -- is an express promise of long life and prosperity, as far as it shall serve for God's glory and their own good, to all such as keep this commandment.
(And I paused while writing this to call my dad....)

(And then I came back an edited the punctuation and some of the language. Hey, it's not Scripture, so as far as I'm concerned it's fair game!)

(OK, I admit I've wanted to tweak a few English Bible translations, too. We should all be grateful that I never learned enough Greek or Hebrew to want to fiddle with the original languages!)
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Good Stuff
This post from Mike Lawyer is spot on: Law vs. Grace
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Monday, May 4, 2009 AD

A Rainy Monday Poem for My Co-Workers
On a Monday gray and wet
Would anyone else like to get
Some Chinese food delivered here
-- Some yummy cheer amid the drear?
Orange chicken with steamed rice...
Doesn't that sound awfully nice?
Or perhaps some shrimp lo mein
Would help you to forget the rain.
Does mu shu pork sound good to you?
Don't worry! You won't get swine flu!
Or pick a tasty tofu dish
If vegetarian is your wish.
Want sushi? California rolls
Will warm the cockles of your souls.
Don't let this chance go down the tube --
Come see the menu in my cube!
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Saturday, April 11, 2009 AD

And That's What Easter Is All About, Charlie Brown

A very blessed Easter, everyone!
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Thursday, March 26, 2009 AD

Recipes for Megan (and Anybody Else Who Might Like Them)
Tres Leches Cake
(Adapted from a recipe in The Dinner Doctor, by Anne Bryn)

Step One -- The Cake
1 yellow cake mix
1 pkg vanilla instant pudding mix
4 large eggs
1 c milk
3/4 c oil

Throw it all in a bowl. Beat on low for a minute. Scrape down sides. Beat on medium for two minutes. Pour into greased 9" x 13" baking dish (I used a pyrex dish) and bake at 325º for ~35 minutes...'til it's golden brown and springs back when lightly pressed with a finger. Place on a wire rack and let cool completely. Once cool, poke lots of holes in the top with a fork.

Step Two -- The Milk Syrup
1 can (12 oz) evaporated milk
1 can (14 oz) sweetened condensed milk (or cajeta, which is sweetened caramelized goat's milk available from Latin markets)
1 c heavy cream
1 tsp vanilla
2 Tbsp rum

Whisk together and spoon over cake (I used a small measuring cup). Loosely cover cake with plastic wrap and refrigerate at least 2 hours (I left it overnight) 'till all the milk is soaked up.

Step Three -- The Whipped Cream
1 c heavy cream
1/4 c powdered sugar
1/2 tsp vanilla

After chilling a bowl and beaters in the freezer for 15 minutes, beat cream on high speed 'til thickened -- about 1 1/2 minutes. Add sugar and vanilla. Beat again 'til stiff peaks form...about 2 minutes. Slather on cake, and yer dun!


Milk and Honey Communion Bread
(I've posted a couple of communion bread recipes in the past. This is the current incarnation of my recipe.)

1 c warm milk
1 stick butter, softened
2 eggs, beaten
1/3 c honey
4 1/2 c bread flour
1 1/2 tsp salt
2 1/2 tsp yeast

Place all ingredients in bread machine pan in the order suggested by the manufacturer. (I wouldn't recommend doing this by hand -- too much honey makes it too sticky.)
Run the dough cycle.
Remove dough to a pizza stone (or well-floured flat pan, or silicone baking mat on a flat pan), shape into a round, cover, and let rise for 20 minutes or so.
Score a cross on the top (use a really sharp, non-serrated knife and let the knife do the work -- don't hack at it).
Uncover and bake at 375º for ~20 minutes.
Remove from oven, brush with additional 1 T butter, and leave to cool on pan (helps ensure that it's completely done).
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009 AD

Everything I Needed to Know About Ecclesiastes I Learned from a Dog (With a Little Help from Doug Wilson)
As I've been listening to this sermon series in my car, I've frequently recalled the following, which has been floating around cyberspace for years:
The Cat's Diary

Day 183 of my captivity....

My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.

The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded.

Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs.

In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I should try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called 'allergies.' Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.

The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured -- but I can wait. It's only a matter of time....

The Dog's Diary

7 am- Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am- Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon- Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm- Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm- Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm- Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm- Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm- Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!
Proverbs tells us to go to the ants. Ecclesiastes tells us to go to the dogs. Every season, every circumstance, every providence should be our favorite. We should enjoy it all, giving thanks and reverence to the God who ordains even its futility under the sun.
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Thursday, March 12, 2009 AD

Cheerful Repentance
This morning I awoke to find myself in a state of mind I could best describe as "cheerfully repentant." I was rather surprised at those words, because repentance is typically a frowny sort of activity, but over-the-top frowniness was exactly what I needed to repent of, and it wasn't going to work if I did it frownily. Trust me...I'd tried.

I finally seem to have gotten through a particularly nasty patch of morbid introspection. I was trying to be my own god -- a harsh, bitter, cruel deity that had to keep punishing Valerie for failing to meet her standards; a petty, fickle god who selectively chose to worry only about her own pet standards; a rebellious god who tried to usurp Yahweh's role as both lawgiver and judge. Jesus' yoke is easy, and His burden is light. I was picking up every rock I could find and bashing myself on the head with it before adding it to the load on my back. And I wanted none of His forgiveness, none of His grace. I just kept demanding of myself that I just get my act together, dammit.

The real God isn't like that with His children. He disciplines us, for sure, but not with raging, temperamental contempt. He shows us our sin, but correctively rather than accusingly. The devil accuses -- he diagnoses our sin-sickness and gloats over the prognosis because he desires our destruction. The Holy Spirit convicts -- He diagnoses our sin-sickness and prescribes the perfect cure because He desires our redemption. I was agreeing with the accuser rather than the comforter, tearing down rather than building up.

The gospel of grace is sweet. The Lord Jesus, desiring a lovely and loving bride, finds only bat-faced hellions to choose from. So he picks ungrateful, shrewish, ugly creatures -- and not just one, but a multitude who hate not only Him, but each other -- and transforms them with fierce gentleness into the beautiful elements of a gloriously unified congregation of saints fit to be His consort. I'm back to contentedly delighting in the way He wants to change me rather than trying to remake myself by some travesty of sanctification into some travesty of loveliness.

And it was all His gift. When I went to bed last night, full of misery, I could only tell Him I was tired of fighting; I couldn't stop. He softened my heart. He gave me the repentant, reposeful attitude I've been enjoying all day. He is kind and generous and kind and generous some more. I love Him. I'm tempted to dwell on how little, but that would make me take my eyes off of Him, and I don't want to. He's much better looking than I am, and I'll only get worth looking at when I've stared long enough to reflect Him fully.

That's what makes right repentance cheerful: it gets the focus off the sin and onto the Savior. It doesn't indulge in wailing and self-recrimination. It doesn't try to work itself into a frenzied self-reproach like the prophets of Baal cutting themselves to get their idol's attention, because it simply and quietly trusts God to hear and respond. It opens its hands to relinquish sin and delights to find grace extravagantly pouring through its fingers. Remorse may be strong, but mercy is stronger. Regret is brief, quickly supplanted by gratitude for His favor. When we truly repent -- truly turn from ourselves to Him, even great grief over sin turns to joy as it is overwhelmingly washed away in the deluge of His smiling love.

I am happy.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009 AD

Badgers and Hedgehogs
The Rockbridge 3rd graders sang this at the 2005 Fine Arts night. It delighted me then, and I've since wished I could hear it again. I wonder if four years has been long enough? I've been dropping hints to the K-3 music teacher...perhaps I'll try eviction threats next.... ;-)

I also tracked down a recording, which I've added to my Amazon wish list and will therefore probably never hear.

This post is dedicated to Kelly and Margaret, for reasons known to them.
O ye badgers and hedgehogs, bless the Lord,
O ye badgers and squirrels and hedgehogs, bless the Lord,
O ye badgers and squirrels and ferrets and foxes and hedgehogs, bless the Lord,

O ye parakeets and pelicans and porcupines and penguins,
guillemots and guinea pigs and gallinules and godwits
and badgers and hedgehogs, bless the Lord,

O ye weasels and warthogs and wallabies and wombats,
chipmunks and chuckawallas and kookaburras and caterpillars
and badgers and hedgehogs, bless the Lord,

O ye dromedaries and ye dragonflies and diddy little daddy long legs,
budgerigars and bumblebees and bandicoots and bullfrogs
and badgers and hedgehogs, bless the Lord,

Bless the Lord!

(Andrew Carter, "Benedicte," Movement 4)
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009 AD

Converting Cassettes to MP3s
This is one of those "If I post it here, I might be able to find it a little easier than if I depend on the scrap of paper where it's written" posts.

Needs:
  • 3.5 mm wire to connect from tape player to computer mic in-line (check)
  • Audacity (check)
  • That extra thingummy that allows you to convert Audacity files to MP3s (check)
Instructions:
  1. Connect the wire at both ends.
  2. Start audacity and click record.
  3. Turn on tape player and press play.
  4. Edit to your heart's content.
  5. Export to MP3.
Extra note:
Set bit rate: File > Preferences

I don't remember where I found these instructions...somewhere online, I suppose. And I haven't tried them out yet, but someday, someday when I have oodles of time, I'll make it happen!
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Sunday, March 1, 2009 AD

Five-Year Anniversary
On the first Sunday of March in 2004 I visited CREC for the first time. I thought it was going to be a way station on my journey elsewhere, but God surprised me and made it home. And what a homey home it is. There are the usual bumps and frustrations that come with life in fellowship, but my affection for the congregation just keeps growing. My attempts to express that affection in love are still very paltry compared to what I receive from these dear saints, but they inspire me to not grow weary in well-doing. Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with being a part of this body!
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