The question has been brought up: should we even observe Christmas? Not just the secular stuff but the religious/spiritual observances as well. Are we making a mistake in worshipping a baby? As will not surprise any of you, I have some thoughts on the matter.
Yes, it is true that we do not celebrate the birth of famous people on their birthdays, but then there was nothing special about those births. There was no miraculous conseption, no signs in the heavens, no prophecies being fulfilled. God was the first One to make a big deal about the birth of His Son.
It is also true that we now serve a risen and glorified Lord. But why is it significant that He is glorified? Wasn't He in glory in the Old Testament? Isn't the whole point that He first humbled Himself? That one moment He was in glory and the next He was inhabiting a tiny organism inside a created being, dependent on her for life?
When it comes right down to it, there is something awe-inspiring about every event surrounding the first coming of our Lord. And isn't that what worship is--standing in awe at what God has done? Am I worshipping the baby when I stop in wonder that God would take on the formof a man?
And is it possible that in our eagerness to avoid worshipping a Baby, we might forget to worship at all?
Thursday, December 25, 2003
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Odds and ends
Another week, another batch of little blogs I never found time to write.
Reading material
This week I had the privilege of reading the completed novel of a young friend of mine. It was called "Land Ho!" Said Cassie. Some of you know my author-friend (and piano student) who wrote this intriguing work. Cassie, the main character, takes a trip to a strange South Pacific island and has a whole mess of adventures. The book reminded me of Jules Verne at times (Journey to the Center of the Earth to be specific, but I won't tell you what part of this novel most resembled Verne--It would spoil the story!) and of Pippi Longstocking at others. Cassie does have red hair, and at one time she even braids it in two long braids, but they do not stick out. Still, there's something about birds with monacles that make me think of Pippi. Now, to wait for the sequel...
Are there really just 24 hours in a day?
I was desperately in need of some time in my schedule. Have some incredible opportunities popping up--but where to put them? Then I was sick for a while. Finally, I ended up crying to God, saying, "How on earth am I supposed to do all this?" So the next morning (Friday), I decide not to work out and just plain work on getting things done. As I'm having this nice, quiet, productive morning, it hits me. I get done earlier than everyone else on Thursday night. I never accomplish anything after that because I'm tired. I can't really crash because we still have students in the house. Basically, it's wasted time. But--if I worked out Thursday night, I could stay home every Friday morning. It was like adding 2 hours into my week. I think God was sitting there saying, "Rebecca, you silly goose! You should've figured that out ages ago." Then He just chuckled. At least, I can make Him laugh! (And, Georges, no comments on how our American schedules are too tight! At least not until you tell me how you can get anything done without scheduling it. lol)
Oh Christmas Carol! Oh Christmas Carol! How many times I play thee.
We've actually been able to get a couple gigs this year. Yesterday, my sisters and I played for the annual "Holiday Stroll." Five people decorate their houses, and a bunch of other people buy tickets to go see them. It raises money for our local symphony orchestra. We played from 1:30-5:00. A little bit of everything--trio, duet, solo, violin, flute, piano. I think we managed to not repeat a single piece! Usually, for these things you just get 20-30 minutes worth of music and keep playing it over and over. It was a lot of fun.
Next weekend we play for the Christian bookstore. No piano there. But, then, we only play for about two hours. Actually, if my lips hold up that long it'll be a miracle. =) On the 22nd, I get to play at a nursing home with my flute teacher's studio. (Speaking of which, I should be upstairs practicing.) We often play on Christmas, too, but we haven't talked about it yet. (What do you think, sisters?) It's nice to get a chance to use our music.
Closing Comments
Ok, that pretty much does it. I'm sure I'll think of some good lines as soon as I leave the computer, but that's just how it goes.
Reading material
This week I had the privilege of reading the completed novel of a young friend of mine. It was called "Land Ho!" Said Cassie. Some of you know my author-friend (and piano student) who wrote this intriguing work. Cassie, the main character, takes a trip to a strange South Pacific island and has a whole mess of adventures. The book reminded me of Jules Verne at times (Journey to the Center of the Earth to be specific, but I won't tell you what part of this novel most resembled Verne--It would spoil the story!) and of Pippi Longstocking at others. Cassie does have red hair, and at one time she even braids it in two long braids, but they do not stick out. Still, there's something about birds with monacles that make me think of Pippi. Now, to wait for the sequel...
Are there really just 24 hours in a day?
I was desperately in need of some time in my schedule. Have some incredible opportunities popping up--but where to put them? Then I was sick for a while. Finally, I ended up crying to God, saying, "How on earth am I supposed to do all this?" So the next morning (Friday), I decide not to work out and just plain work on getting things done. As I'm having this nice, quiet, productive morning, it hits me. I get done earlier than everyone else on Thursday night. I never accomplish anything after that because I'm tired. I can't really crash because we still have students in the house. Basically, it's wasted time. But--if I worked out Thursday night, I could stay home every Friday morning. It was like adding 2 hours into my week. I think God was sitting there saying, "Rebecca, you silly goose! You should've figured that out ages ago." Then He just chuckled. At least, I can make Him laugh! (And, Georges, no comments on how our American schedules are too tight! At least not until you tell me how you can get anything done without scheduling it. lol)
Oh Christmas Carol! Oh Christmas Carol! How many times I play thee.
We've actually been able to get a couple gigs this year. Yesterday, my sisters and I played for the annual "Holiday Stroll." Five people decorate their houses, and a bunch of other people buy tickets to go see them. It raises money for our local symphony orchestra. We played from 1:30-5:00. A little bit of everything--trio, duet, solo, violin, flute, piano. I think we managed to not repeat a single piece! Usually, for these things you just get 20-30 minutes worth of music and keep playing it over and over. It was a lot of fun.
Next weekend we play for the Christian bookstore. No piano there. But, then, we only play for about two hours. Actually, if my lips hold up that long it'll be a miracle. =) On the 22nd, I get to play at a nursing home with my flute teacher's studio. (Speaking of which, I should be upstairs practicing.) We often play on Christmas, too, but we haven't talked about it yet. (What do you think, sisters?) It's nice to get a chance to use our music.
Closing Comments
Ok, that pretty much does it. I'm sure I'll think of some good lines as soon as I leave the computer, but that's just how it goes.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Mini-vacation #2
I think God decided I needed rest. All weekend I prayed that my voice would be back for my Kindermusik® classes. Well, it didn't look like it was going to happen so I had to cancel my classes today. My one student got a cold and so I've had the whole day off. I've actually had some time for catch-up, miscellaneous tasks, and Bible study.
My voice is finally starting to get better, however. And I'm finally going to go see a specialist and make sure nothing is seriously wrong with it.
The Bible study/reading has been better, too. I'm trying to relax and just enjoy it. I don't have to get great insights or even find some serious application. That will come in time. The thing is that I really do enjoy Bible study at times. I think it is when the pieces start to fit that I really start to have fun.
When I was young, I just read to be a "good Christian." That's not necessarily bad for a child. I learned a lot, became familiar with the language and stories, and developed good habits. Besides, I really didn't know how to study on my own. Then in high school I started receiving teaching that put different Scriptures in perspective. It was like hearing a live performance of a piece you've heard a thousand times on a poor recording. Every note is familiar, but in the live performance it has more life, more meaning. As I started to read the Scriptures in light of God's plan for the time in which it was written, the Word became exciting to me.
I'm not sure that I yet knew how to study the Word for myself, but I had figured a couple things out. #1 The answers are there, and they can be found. #2 I knew enough about the structure of the Bible to start sorting though it myself.
And so I learned to soak myself in a passage until it started to take shape in my head. Then the excitement came when I found a theme in the book and saw how everything in a book or passage related to that theme. Now it's getting even better. I'm seeing themes that go from one book to another. The first example I was shown of this is studying Daniel, Matthew, and Revelation together to learn about the end times. Recently, it has seemed that Deuteronomy (the law), Mark (I have to check on this), and Hebrews have a common thread.
Of course, I don't find all the truths myself. I read other books and listen to sermons. But in the last couple days, I have once again sat down with pencil in hand and Bible on lap to see what God is saying. I am working on the gospels starting with Matthew. It will be some time before I have anything I can write about, but there is a sense of continuity in the book I never saw before.
So why do I write all this? To support this assertion: the Scriptures become alive and interesting when we realize we ourselves can understand them.
And does anyone who reads this care? I don't know. But that's what blogging's all about. =)
My voice is finally starting to get better, however. And I'm finally going to go see a specialist and make sure nothing is seriously wrong with it.
The Bible study/reading has been better, too. I'm trying to relax and just enjoy it. I don't have to get great insights or even find some serious application. That will come in time. The thing is that I really do enjoy Bible study at times. I think it is when the pieces start to fit that I really start to have fun.
When I was young, I just read to be a "good Christian." That's not necessarily bad for a child. I learned a lot, became familiar with the language and stories, and developed good habits. Besides, I really didn't know how to study on my own. Then in high school I started receiving teaching that put different Scriptures in perspective. It was like hearing a live performance of a piece you've heard a thousand times on a poor recording. Every note is familiar, but in the live performance it has more life, more meaning. As I started to read the Scriptures in light of God's plan for the time in which it was written, the Word became exciting to me.
I'm not sure that I yet knew how to study the Word for myself, but I had figured a couple things out. #1 The answers are there, and they can be found. #2 I knew enough about the structure of the Bible to start sorting though it myself.
And so I learned to soak myself in a passage until it started to take shape in my head. Then the excitement came when I found a theme in the book and saw how everything in a book or passage related to that theme. Now it's getting even better. I'm seeing themes that go from one book to another. The first example I was shown of this is studying Daniel, Matthew, and Revelation together to learn about the end times. Recently, it has seemed that Deuteronomy (the law), Mark (I have to check on this), and Hebrews have a common thread.
Of course, I don't find all the truths myself. I read other books and listen to sermons. But in the last couple days, I have once again sat down with pencil in hand and Bible on lap to see what God is saying. I am working on the gospels starting with Matthew. It will be some time before I have anything I can write about, but there is a sense of continuity in the book I never saw before.
So why do I write all this? To support this assertion: the Scriptures become alive and interesting when we realize we ourselves can understand them.
And does anyone who reads this care? I don't know. But that's what blogging's all about. =)
Thursday, November 13, 2003
On being a product tester
The bottle reads:
So why am I soaking in it? Well, the story starts about 2:30 this afternoon. Someone is coming to our door. A slight panic ensues. (Does someone have a student at 2:30 that we forgot?) No, no. *sigh of relief* It's just Nora. She can't stay, but she brought me this symbol of her loving care.
Or maybe not. Maybe there's a subtle message here about how I've been whining about this cold all week. There is that logo on the front of the bottle that says, "No more tears." Is she calling me a crybaby?
No matter what, I owe her a trial of the product. Here is my review:
Hopefully, Nora, I'll get rid of this cold soon. Then you won't have to hear about it any longer. I'll give you back the rest of the bottle as well. You can write your own review. lol
In a warm bath, Johnson's® Soothing Vapor Baby Bath, enriched with rosemary, eucalyptus and menthol, sootes babies with colds as it gently cleanses.
So why am I soaking in it? Well, the story starts about 2:30 this afternoon. Someone is coming to our door. A slight panic ensues. (Does someone have a student at 2:30 that we forgot?) No, no. *sigh of relief* It's just Nora. She can't stay, but she brought me this symbol of her loving care.
Or maybe not. Maybe there's a subtle message here about how I've been whining about this cold all week. There is that logo on the front of the bottle that says, "No more tears." Is she calling me a crybaby?
No matter what, I owe her a trial of the product. Here is my review:
The directions said one capful for an infant tub (I don't fit in those any longer) or three for a full-size. I figure that I still use more water than a baby so I used five capfuls. Essentially the stuff is like a cross between bubble bath and Vicks®. Not unpleasant. I think I may feel clearer now as well. My conclusion--if I had a baby with a cold, I think I would use it.
Hopefully, Nora, I'll get rid of this cold soon. Then you won't have to hear about it any longer. I'll give you back the rest of the bottle as well. You can write your own review. lol
So goes the war
Well, I guess I can't claim record times for beating this cold, but at last I'm done teaching for the week. Thankfully, half my students cancelled today for various reasons. Now, if I just don't talk for 2-3 days, maybe my voice will come back. *sigh* Let's see, not talk during Bible study...well, maybe I'll just write notes. lol
God-sighting: Thousands of little things that have come just when needed over the last months--students cancelling, writing opportunities, an article on the right topic (and available online), another article I needed, and friends. That last one has meant a ton. Thanks, all of you!!
God-sighting: Thousands of little things that have come just when needed over the last months--students cancelling, writing opportunities, an article on the right topic (and available online), another article I needed, and friends. That last one has meant a ton. Thanks, all of you!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
I spoke too soon.
The cold gained some ground into my nose but gave up some of its hold on my voice. Not entirely, mind you. After 14 lessons, it isn't doing well, but I can make myself heard more or less. So the vacation's over.
That's good in a way. I was getting to like my time off, but as I taught today, I realized I really do like this work. Even the more challenging students. I just have to relax and let the progress happen at whatever rate it comes. Besides, one of my first graders brought me a big hunk of her birthday cake (enough for my entire family). Now what other job has benefits like that?
That's good in a way. I was getting to like my time off, but as I taught today, I realized I really do like this work. Even the more challenging students. I just have to relax and let the progress happen at whatever rate it comes. Besides, one of my first graders brought me a big hunk of her birthday cake (enough for my entire family). Now what other job has benefits like that?
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
The Lord worketh in mysterious ways
I guess I needed a vacation. At least, God thinks so. That cold I was fighting--well, I mostly beat it except it claimed a final stronghold in my larynx (that's voicebox for those of you who failed sophmore biology). In other words, I can't talk. That makes it nigh impossible to teach so I cancelled most of my lessons today. Might have to do the same tomorrow.
Now for the mysterious part: where did all that extra time go?? lol
Now for the mysterious part: where did all that extra time go?? lol
Sunday, November 09, 2003
More wandering thoughts
I've been playing Christmas music getting ready for a couple "gigs." Jen, Terry, and I have played these songs so many times we only have to go through them once or twice. It's fun, though, to do new stuff.
For some reason, I started thinking about jamming with Georges at camp. He played guitar and I played flute. Too bad we were so busy we could only do it once or twice. I was wanting to do it again yesterday. Georges, we've got to make a date—life's too short to not make music when we can. =)
Terry's finally going to start blogging. She's at musicespressivo.blogspot.com.
How come I can always think of things to blog about until I sit down to write it? Let's see, updates on various things:
One of Jen's students said "Woopsie Daisies!" the other day. Need I add that she's in the same class as my language loving piano player of an earlier blog.
A little more about my naming troubles. I really am finicky. I don't know how I'll name my children. They'll probably have 5 or 6 names because I can't choose just 2. And, of course, there has to be reason and meaning behind the names. In fact, it took me ages to come up with the name I now use for my blog address. Can anyone figure it out?
For some reason, I started thinking about jamming with Georges at camp. He played guitar and I played flute. Too bad we were so busy we could only do it once or twice. I was wanting to do it again yesterday. Georges, we've got to make a date—life's too short to not make music when we can. =)
Terry's finally going to start blogging. She's at musicespressivo.blogspot.com.
How come I can always think of things to blog about until I sit down to write it? Let's see, updates on various things:
One of Jen's students said "Woopsie Daisies!" the other day. Need I add that she's in the same class as my language loving piano player of an earlier blog.
A little more about my naming troubles. I really am finicky. I don't know how I'll name my children. They'll probably have 5 or 6 names because I can't choose just 2. And, of course, there has to be reason and meaning behind the names. In fact, it took me ages to come up with the name I now use for my blog address. Can anyone figure it out?
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Ramblings
Well, what a week! I'm battling a cold today. I really hope it doesn't turn into a full-blown malady. I took two packets of Immunocal (a supplement) and some zinc lozenges. Then I let myself take the day off. I hope that doesn't leave me too far behind. Last weekend I was so happy I was on top of all my work. Oh well, I guess this is what I get for staying so busy.
Well, George, I'm glad you liked my "lecture." We'll have to see what topic I go for next time I get on my soap box.
On summer vs. winter
Nora, I do need to set you straight on a small matter regarding the Earth and her love life. Hardly a time for revelry, Summer is marked by endless labor. The sun scorches Earth's tender skin while she squeezes out brilliantly colored produce. Long, hot days are filled with tiresome hours of exertion. All this for the benefit of the poor souls who depend on her for life. They dig into her, scrape her, grab from her food and covering.
Finally, the cool of autumn ends the long work day. She finishes her annual chores and wraps a red and orange sweater about her tired arms. The trees stop their work and plants no longer push through her to reach the sky. Rivers quiet themselves and finally stop altogether. For a few weeks she rests, 40 winks before the evening's doings.
Soon she will dress herself in delicate snowlace and sparkling diamonds. As the room is laid in plush white carpet and the ceiling draped in black velvet, she freshens her face in the mirror of the lake.
Then the festivities begin. Night after night she dances beneath stars no longer hidden by Summer's hazy atmosphere. Through Winter's crystal air Earth spins deliriously until exhausted she falls into her bed.
Like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight, her gown and jewels melt away. Soon she is clad in nothing but mud and brown grass. Once again she awakes to the toil of a servant's life, wondering if it had all been just a dream.
On names
On to another of Nora's topics. I, too, have difficulty naming my characters. I have entire epics in my head filled with unnamed people. Sometimes I manage to get a "working" name for temporary purposes. But finding the real thing is another story (no pun intended).
The problem is that I'm too picky. The name has to sound right and mean something too. Take one of my few heroines to be so blessed: I puzzled over her name for the longest time. She is a strong character and very independent. In looking at various words from all kinds of languages, I landed on the idea of an eagle. The Latin is aquila. Now interesting things happen to words as they travel from language to language. Can you tell that eagle comes from aquila originally? K sounds can change to g and vowels can disappear or be added.
So here's what I did: The qu became k and the i-sound moved after the l. The initial a either was dropped and a vowel added between the consonants or the a itself was moved. Some changes in spelling resulted in Kalya. As an "eagle," my heroine can soar alone when needed although she will have to deal with that tendency before the novel's done.
Now if I could just name the guy she's supposed to marry…
On alternate heating sources
If you hear of anyone who can't afford to heat their home this winter, please let me know. I have a new experimental method. All you have to do is put Terry in a room and give her something to read with which she don't agree.
I got the inspiratioin this evening watching my sister read first one book and then another. The steam was rolling. I tell you, give her an hour and she would heat the whole room.
It wouldn't be expensive. You should be able to supply her from the library for no cost at all. If you run out, interlibrary loan would serve for a good while—at least 'til spring. Actually, that's where one of the books was from…
On sleep
Now I think I should treat my cold by going to bed and sleeping. I'm writing this on my mom's AlphaSmart so I won't be get it posted until tomorrow. You shouldn't be up reading this on a Saturday night anyway! Go to bed so you can be well rested for church.
Good night, all!
Well, George, I'm glad you liked my "lecture." We'll have to see what topic I go for next time I get on my soap box.
On summer vs. winter
Nora, I do need to set you straight on a small matter regarding the Earth and her love life. Hardly a time for revelry, Summer is marked by endless labor. The sun scorches Earth's tender skin while she squeezes out brilliantly colored produce. Long, hot days are filled with tiresome hours of exertion. All this for the benefit of the poor souls who depend on her for life. They dig into her, scrape her, grab from her food and covering.
Finally, the cool of autumn ends the long work day. She finishes her annual chores and wraps a red and orange sweater about her tired arms. The trees stop their work and plants no longer push through her to reach the sky. Rivers quiet themselves and finally stop altogether. For a few weeks she rests, 40 winks before the evening's doings.
Soon she will dress herself in delicate snowlace and sparkling diamonds. As the room is laid in plush white carpet and the ceiling draped in black velvet, she freshens her face in the mirror of the lake.
Then the festivities begin. Night after night she dances beneath stars no longer hidden by Summer's hazy atmosphere. Through Winter's crystal air Earth spins deliriously until exhausted she falls into her bed.
Like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight, her gown and jewels melt away. Soon she is clad in nothing but mud and brown grass. Once again she awakes to the toil of a servant's life, wondering if it had all been just a dream.
On names
On to another of Nora's topics. I, too, have difficulty naming my characters. I have entire epics in my head filled with unnamed people. Sometimes I manage to get a "working" name for temporary purposes. But finding the real thing is another story (no pun intended).
The problem is that I'm too picky. The name has to sound right and mean something too. Take one of my few heroines to be so blessed: I puzzled over her name for the longest time. She is a strong character and very independent. In looking at various words from all kinds of languages, I landed on the idea of an eagle. The Latin is aquila. Now interesting things happen to words as they travel from language to language. Can you tell that eagle comes from aquila originally? K sounds can change to g and vowels can disappear or be added.
So here's what I did: The qu became k and the i-sound moved after the l. The initial a either was dropped and a vowel added between the consonants or the a itself was moved. Some changes in spelling resulted in Kalya. As an "eagle," my heroine can soar alone when needed although she will have to deal with that tendency before the novel's done.
Now if I could just name the guy she's supposed to marry…
On alternate heating sources
If you hear of anyone who can't afford to heat their home this winter, please let me know. I have a new experimental method. All you have to do is put Terry in a room and give her something to read with which she don't agree.
I got the inspiratioin this evening watching my sister read first one book and then another. The steam was rolling. I tell you, give her an hour and she would heat the whole room.
It wouldn't be expensive. You should be able to supply her from the library for no cost at all. If you run out, interlibrary loan would serve for a good while—at least 'til spring. Actually, that's where one of the books was from…
On sleep
Now I think I should treat my cold by going to bed and sleeping. I'm writing this on my mom's AlphaSmart so I won't be get it posted until tomorrow. You shouldn't be up reading this on a Saturday night anyway! Go to bed so you can be well rested for church.
Good night, all!
Monday, November 03, 2003
Yikes!
I'm just finishing an Oriental Trading Company order. Half to get Christmas presents for all our students and prizes for the prize box. I'm getting stickers while I'm at it and ordering some prizes for a friend. The total is something like $225!!!! I've got to stop before I add anything more.
But it does work well. They are usually running free shipping offer on orders over $60 if you can find the right code. And then we don't have to worry about prizes for 6 months to a year. Besides I'll bill my sisters for some of it. =)
There--I pressed the submit order button. It's too late to change anything.
I wonder what else I can find to spend money on....
But it does work well. They are usually running free shipping offer on orders over $60 if you can find the right code. And then we don't have to worry about prizes for 6 months to a year. Besides I'll bill my sisters for some of it. =)
There--I pressed the submit order button. It's too late to change anything.
I wonder what else I can find to spend money on....
Monday, October 27, 2003
Uh-oh (to clarify previous post)
I just got an email from a friend who asked if things went badly in church for me to write my homiletics lesson.
Lesson #1: Never dissertate about homiletics on a Sunday. People will assume the morning sermon provoked it.
Actually, these are thoughts culled after hearing thousands of sermons by dozens of preachers. Mom pointed out to me that most people probably haven't heard as many different preachers as I have. Not only have I been in a number of different churches, but I go to conferences where I hear as many as 20 different preachers in a week. I've listened to tons of Christian radio as well (the preaching kind--not just music). So this is not an analysis of a single person's preaching (past or present).
And I have a tendency to analyze. Some of these thoughts stem all the way back to 3rd grade and Pastor Terry Martell who would admit to struggling with a topic he was preaching on. I learned a lot while in that church.
If anything from our church incited my blog, it was the fact that I noticed Ray Patchet doing the same thing. That's why I like his teaching.
As for any other reasons for writing this--I have to confess. I have a couple friends headed into the ministry. They also are some of the very few who have this address. I was mostly blabbing my thoughts to them. Sorry, Georges and Paul, I don't mean to lecture. It just seems silly to tell my sisters what makes a good sermon. What are they going to do about it? So I told you. I figure you'll just ignore me if I'm off the wall. LOL That's what you usually do, isn't it? (BTW I check your blogs frequently. It's so nice to know what's up with you!)
So, Nora, church was fine. Except that you weren't there.
And now I have to get to work.
Maybe after some caffeine... =)
Lesson #1: Never dissertate about homiletics on a Sunday. People will assume the morning sermon provoked it.
Actually, these are thoughts culled after hearing thousands of sermons by dozens of preachers. Mom pointed out to me that most people probably haven't heard as many different preachers as I have. Not only have I been in a number of different churches, but I go to conferences where I hear as many as 20 different preachers in a week. I've listened to tons of Christian radio as well (the preaching kind--not just music). So this is not an analysis of a single person's preaching (past or present).
And I have a tendency to analyze. Some of these thoughts stem all the way back to 3rd grade and Pastor Terry Martell who would admit to struggling with a topic he was preaching on. I learned a lot while in that church.
If anything from our church incited my blog, it was the fact that I noticed Ray Patchet doing the same thing. That's why I like his teaching.
As for any other reasons for writing this--I have to confess. I have a couple friends headed into the ministry. They also are some of the very few who have this address. I was mostly blabbing my thoughts to them. Sorry, Georges and Paul, I don't mean to lecture. It just seems silly to tell my sisters what makes a good sermon. What are they going to do about it? So I told you. I figure you'll just ignore me if I'm off the wall. LOL That's what you usually do, isn't it? (BTW I check your blogs frequently. It's so nice to know what's up with you!)
So, Nora, church was fine. Except that you weren't there.
And now I have to get to work.
Maybe after some caffeine... =)
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Homiletics 101 (or how to preach so they don't fall asleep)
For those of you who aren't Bible School students, homiletics is the art of preaching sermons.
For everyone who's wondering why I'm posting this on my blog, here's my defense: I don't think preachers should teach homiletics. They are always up in front preaching. They don't have to sit through the sermon. On the other hand, I (as a female) will never get to preach. I have to sit and listen. So I am much more qualified to give input on this topic.
Ok--I'm (mostly) joking. But I know I like some sermons better than others. And I've done some analyzing at times. For what it's worth, here's my first observations.
I listen and learn best when (a)I relate to the person and (b)I respect the person. What would make me relate to or respect a preacher? First and foremost is the preacher's willingness to "be real." When a person shares personal examples (not to the hurt of anyone else, of course), his speaking comes out of the abstract and into reality. When he relates his own struggles, I know that he really understands what he's talking about. I know he isn't looking down on the rest of us. And I know he really means what he is saying. No one makes themselves vulnerable like that without some difficulty. Only the burden of the message so enables us to want to connect with the listener that we can share such deep things of our hearts.
What makes me lose respect for someone? When he doesn't listen. When he thinks he has all the answers and never hears my question. When he sort of listens to my question and then gives a pat answer--and when I don't accept it, I'm the one with the problem. In short, when he doesn't respect me.
I'm a grown-up. I know the answers aren't always easy. I don't always need an answer. I know I don't know everything. But give me credit for taking the subject seriously, and I will take you seriously.
Do that with your sermons--speak what is closest and dearest to your heart in a spirit of humility--and your sermons will be precious gems. Though they lack something in grammar or structure or formal training, they will have great value. And refinement will only increase that value.
There, that's my two-cents worth, even though I doubt anyone would give me one for it.
God bless you all. Have a good night.
For everyone who's wondering why I'm posting this on my blog, here's my defense: I don't think preachers should teach homiletics. They are always up in front preaching. They don't have to sit through the sermon. On the other hand, I (as a female) will never get to preach. I have to sit and listen. So I am much more qualified to give input on this topic.
Ok--I'm (mostly) joking. But I know I like some sermons better than others. And I've done some analyzing at times. For what it's worth, here's my first observations.
I listen and learn best when (a)I relate to the person and (b)I respect the person. What would make me relate to or respect a preacher? First and foremost is the preacher's willingness to "be real." When a person shares personal examples (not to the hurt of anyone else, of course), his speaking comes out of the abstract and into reality. When he relates his own struggles, I know that he really understands what he's talking about. I know he isn't looking down on the rest of us. And I know he really means what he is saying. No one makes themselves vulnerable like that without some difficulty. Only the burden of the message so enables us to want to connect with the listener that we can share such deep things of our hearts.
What makes me lose respect for someone? When he doesn't listen. When he thinks he has all the answers and never hears my question. When he sort of listens to my question and then gives a pat answer--and when I don't accept it, I'm the one with the problem. In short, when he doesn't respect me.
I'm a grown-up. I know the answers aren't always easy. I don't always need an answer. I know I don't know everything. But give me credit for taking the subject seriously, and I will take you seriously.
Do that with your sermons--speak what is closest and dearest to your heart in a spirit of humility--and your sermons will be precious gems. Though they lack something in grammar or structure or formal training, they will have great value. And refinement will only increase that value.
There, that's my two-cents worth, even though I doubt anyone would give me one for it.
God bless you all. Have a good night.
Running your own business
Sometimes people think I make "good" money teaching lessons. It's true that if you figure the cost per lesson as an hourly rate, it's high. But what about all those other hours...
First of all, I spent today trying not to think about work. It's a quasi-rule I have about Sundays for the sole reason that I have to have a day off!!! [Silent scream here while I mime pulling out my hair.] I've mostly succeeded although I do have to look at the material for my 9:30 a.m. class tomorrow. I'd rather do it now than get up at some unearthly hour.
I'm starting to make mental lists of what needs to be done this week/soon/yesterday-but-hasn't-happened-yet. I need to get to Sams Club to buy stuff for the prize box. We're almost out, and running out would be scarier than a 10-year-old boy's ideal Halloween costume. I should put in an order to Oriental Trading Company, too. Did someone ask put something on our next order? I can't remember. I should ask Laura if she needs anything, though.
I should be on Kindermusik stuff for next semester. We should hand out schedules very soon to our current students. I also need to make a recital announcement for piano/violin/flute students. We need to schedule a date to play at the Christian bookstore. I want to play at the clinic, too. Am I forgetting anything? It'll come to me...
And I need to clean my room. I always feel better after that. =)
I think I should have stayed up during last night's extra hour.
First of all, I spent today trying not to think about work. It's a quasi-rule I have about Sundays for the sole reason that I have to have a day off!!! [Silent scream here while I mime pulling out my hair.] I've mostly succeeded although I do have to look at the material for my 9:30 a.m. class tomorrow. I'd rather do it now than get up at some unearthly hour.
I'm starting to make mental lists of what needs to be done this week/soon/yesterday-but-hasn't-happened-yet. I need to get to Sams Club to buy stuff for the prize box. We're almost out, and running out would be scarier than a 10-year-old boy's ideal Halloween costume. I should put in an order to Oriental Trading Company, too. Did someone ask put something on our next order? I can't remember. I should ask Laura if she needs anything, though.
I should be on Kindermusik stuff for next semester. We should hand out schedules very soon to our current students. I also need to make a recital announcement for piano/violin/flute students. We need to schedule a date to play at the Christian bookstore. I want to play at the clinic, too. Am I forgetting anything? It'll come to me...
And I need to clean my room. I always feel better after that. =)
I think I should have stayed up during last night's extra hour.
Friday, October 24, 2003
From the mouths of babes
You never know what a 6-7 year-old will say. I have one student who just loves words. She fell in love with the word boomerang for a while. It didn't matter what it was as long as she kept saying the word. She used to ask a hundred questions a lesson. When I answered, she kept asking variations of the same question: "Is so-and-so up to this page? I think she's done with the book. Is she in the last book?" (I had just told her what page the other student was on.) I decided that she didn't ask questions to find out information or talk in order to say anything. She did it to hear words coming out of her mouth.
Every time she makes a mistake she says, "Whoopsie(s)!" in a sing-song voice while tossing her head from one side to the other. (This is a darling little girl of Thai descent so the action puts me in stitches every time.) I noticed several of her classmates said the same thing, and I figured it was something going around school.
Then I noticed that I did it. Whenever the younger ones make a mistake, I gently cue them that it is wrong by saying "whoops." What's worse, I don't think I picked it up from my students. I began to wonder if I had started the whole thing.
So then, once or twice I extended their favorite epithet and said "Whoopsie Daisy!" Two nights ago, my student made a mistake and exclaimed--well, let's just say I think I may be the culprit after all.
I've begun adding "Uh-oh Spaghettios!" Haven't heard that one come back yet. I don't know if these kids even eat Spaghettios.
I wonder what the first grade teachers think. LOL
Every time she makes a mistake she says, "Whoopsie(s)!" in a sing-song voice while tossing her head from one side to the other. (This is a darling little girl of Thai descent so the action puts me in stitches every time.) I noticed several of her classmates said the same thing, and I figured it was something going around school.
Then I noticed that I did it. Whenever the younger ones make a mistake, I gently cue them that it is wrong by saying "whoops." What's worse, I don't think I picked it up from my students. I began to wonder if I had started the whole thing.
So then, once or twice I extended their favorite epithet and said "Whoopsie Daisy!" Two nights ago, my student made a mistake and exclaimed--well, let's just say I think I may be the culprit after all.
I've begun adding "Uh-oh Spaghettios!" Haven't heard that one come back yet. I don't know if these kids even eat Spaghettios.
I wonder what the first grade teachers think. LOL
Sunday, October 19, 2003
How the time flies!
Has it really been almost a month since I've posted here? I suppose if anyone actually reads this blog they've just about given up on me. Well, let me tell you a little about my schedule to explain why I don't blog often...
First, there's Monday. I have a Kindermusik to teach class right away in the morning. It starts at 9:30 (used to start at 9--I'm so glad for the change), but I have to be there early to set up and prepare myself. Forty-five minutes later I say good-bye to darling little Sameer and whoever else comes. Then I get to pick up my stuff. (Take down posters, pick up instruments, pack away everything into a giant Rubbermaid container.) I'll have to run some errands on my way home. Once home I need to clean house since I didn't get my chores done on Saturday--I was busy balancing my budget. I only have one lesson to teach in the afternoon. That's good because I have to finish preparing for a Kindermusik class in the evening, (hopefully) meet a friend for coffee, and do most of the prep work for the rest of the week.
From Tuesday to Thursday, I teach 30 students and attend a flute lesson of my own. Somewhere along the way, I'll check on music for a few students, prepare a mini-lesson on Gregorian chant for some others, finish placing another music order, take care of business correspondence and phone calls, work out (so I don't turn into a fat blob), and maybe even do some practicing of my own.
Friday is for working out, picking up the mess that comes from teaching all week, and Bible study. By this time in the week, I start thinking that I need to learn my Kindermusik lessons for next Monday. Saturday is for cleaning--except when I have other chores like this weekend. I might try to get to Walmart for some supplies. (Last time it took me 2 months to get there.)
And then there's Sunday. Which always goes too fast. But today I actually managed to blog a little. Hooray!!
Don't get me wrong. I love what I do. I just always seem to have more of it than I can get done. But that's life. And now I'm going to go do some more.
Rebecca
First, there's Monday. I have a Kindermusik to teach class right away in the morning. It starts at 9:30 (used to start at 9--I'm so glad for the change), but I have to be there early to set up and prepare myself. Forty-five minutes later I say good-bye to darling little Sameer and whoever else comes. Then I get to pick up my stuff. (Take down posters, pick up instruments, pack away everything into a giant Rubbermaid container.) I'll have to run some errands on my way home. Once home I need to clean house since I didn't get my chores done on Saturday--I was busy balancing my budget. I only have one lesson to teach in the afternoon. That's good because I have to finish preparing for a Kindermusik class in the evening, (hopefully) meet a friend for coffee, and do most of the prep work for the rest of the week.
From Tuesday to Thursday, I teach 30 students and attend a flute lesson of my own. Somewhere along the way, I'll check on music for a few students, prepare a mini-lesson on Gregorian chant for some others, finish placing another music order, take care of business correspondence and phone calls, work out (so I don't turn into a fat blob), and maybe even do some practicing of my own.
Friday is for working out, picking up the mess that comes from teaching all week, and Bible study. By this time in the week, I start thinking that I need to learn my Kindermusik lessons for next Monday. Saturday is for cleaning--except when I have other chores like this weekend. I might try to get to Walmart for some supplies. (Last time it took me 2 months to get there.)
And then there's Sunday. Which always goes too fast. But today I actually managed to blog a little. Hooray!!
Don't get me wrong. I love what I do. I just always seem to have more of it than I can get done. But that's life. And now I'm going to go do some more.
Rebecca
Monday, September 22, 2003
Busy, exhausted, and... bored?!
I don't know. Nora Seems to have plenty to write about. I've got tons going on and can't think of what to say. My car hasn't broken down in ages. When it did, it wasn't nearly as dramatic as overheating. It just quit. At a stoplight. On a six-lane road. Coming home from church. And people kept coming up behind me and honking as if I wanted to sit there through the green light. So I really have no road adventures to relate.
As for mysteries, I always wanted to be the Hardy Boys. Unfortunately, my mysteries range from "Where did I put that printout I had just five minutes ago?" to "Why is my computer screen flashing at me?" I do know a good detective song from one of my students' books. I don't want to get in trouble with the copyright so I'll just quote part and I'll list the author (well, since the song doesn't list a writer, I'll assume the author of the book wrote it).
by Nancy and Randall Faber
Our Detective Agency
"...Missing hat? Missing cat? Missing door mat?
We can even locate that!
Missing homework just before it's due?
We can solve your case with any clue!..."
Solve a case with any clue? What if the clue belongs to another case? I'd like to read a story where that happened...
Right now, though, I'm going to go eat supper and go to bed. I have a flute lesson in the morning. I haven't practiced so at least I should try to show up rested.
[For anyone who hasn't figured out yet: when I don't know what to write, I just respond to Nora's blog. (See link above--or below.)]
As for mysteries, I always wanted to be the Hardy Boys. Unfortunately, my mysteries range from "Where did I put that printout I had just five minutes ago?" to "Why is my computer screen flashing at me?" I do know a good detective song from one of my students' books. I don't want to get in trouble with the copyright so I'll just quote part and I'll list the author (well, since the song doesn't list a writer, I'll assume the author of the book wrote it).
by Nancy and Randall Faber
Our Detective Agency
"...Missing hat? Missing cat? Missing door mat?
We can even locate that!
Missing homework just before it's due?
We can solve your case with any clue!..."
Solve a case with any clue? What if the clue belongs to another case? I'd like to read a story where that happened...
Right now, though, I'm going to go eat supper and go to bed. I have a flute lesson in the morning. I haven't practiced so at least I should try to show up rested.
[For anyone who hasn't figured out yet: when I don't know what to write, I just respond to Nora's blog. (See link above--or below.)]
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
The word is...
Last weekend my mom, my sisters, and I attended a women's retreat at NGYC. It rained the entire time which wasn't really a problem since the new chapel is finished. We had plenty of indoor space. A good thing, too, as over 100 women attended!
Mostly we went to see friends. We meet up there every year with a mother and daughter (and friends) from Illinois. That's fun although trivia battles are not conducive to getting to bed on time. =) We also get to see a lot of other people from around the state.
The theme this year was "Taming the Tongue"--as in, not gossiping. That said, I suppose I can't tell about anything else that happened...
Just kidding. It was a pretty quiet weekend but still tiring. So I came home and did nothing all day Monday except try to beat a really stupid computer game. Why? I'm not sure. I vowed I wouldn't touch it again until next weekend. Well, vow might be too a strong word. Especially since I broke it both nights since. If I could just win, I'd leave it alone. hehehe
Maybe someday I'll grow up...
Guess what! I've already started looking at Christmas music. Seems crazy, but when you have to choose books for your students, order the books, and have time for them to prepare the music before Christmas, you have to start early. I do love fall and winter and all the holidays and cold weather. I think I should move to Alaska. But I'd miss my friends here. I need a jet liner.
Now how is that for an uninspired blog about an uninspired week. I'll try to do better next time. =)
Mostly we went to see friends. We meet up there every year with a mother and daughter (and friends) from Illinois. That's fun although trivia battles are not conducive to getting to bed on time. =) We also get to see a lot of other people from around the state.
The theme this year was "Taming the Tongue"--as in, not gossiping. That said, I suppose I can't tell about anything else that happened...
Just kidding. It was a pretty quiet weekend but still tiring. So I came home and did nothing all day Monday except try to beat a really stupid computer game. Why? I'm not sure. I vowed I wouldn't touch it again until next weekend. Well, vow might be too a strong word. Especially since I broke it both nights since. If I could just win, I'd leave it alone. hehehe
Maybe someday I'll grow up...
Guess what! I've already started looking at Christmas music. Seems crazy, but when you have to choose books for your students, order the books, and have time for them to prepare the music before Christmas, you have to start early. I do love fall and winter and all the holidays and cold weather. I think I should move to Alaska. But I'd miss my friends here. I need a jet liner.
Now how is that for an uninspired blog about an uninspired week. I'll try to do better next time. =)
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
My friends
Visit these blogs for a good laugh and edifying reading:
Georges (I love you, bro),chucrutzen.blogspot.com
his fiancee Mariana,www.maribanana.blogspot.com/ (in Portuguese) www.estreladosul.blogger.com.br/
and brother Paul.paulbert.blogspot.com/
Georges (I love you, bro),chucrutzen.blogspot.com
his fiancee Mariana,www.maribanana.blogspot.com/ (in Portuguese) www.estreladosul.blogger.com.br/
and brother Paul.paulbert.blogspot.com/
My version of the story
Nora started her blog (littlenloud.blogspot.com) with her experience on our camping trip, but she missed a couple details. First of all, since she got a giant goose-egg on her head compliments of her shortcut back to our site, she and I were both concerned that she might have a concussion. She, of course, would not admit this to me and decided to just pray that if she needed to be wakened during the night, God would do it. I just prayed that she'd be all right. So what happens? First, my air mattress immediately deflates and I find myself on a lumpy vinyl mat all night. Therefore, I am certain to not sleep through anything. (Sleeping before and after is questionable as well.) Then the racoon decided to mess with our stuff. I tried to scare it away from the tent, but it just stared back at me like, "When are you going to put that flashlight away so I can go back to what I was doing?" So I had to get up and chase him away and make sure our food was safe. That, of course woke up everyone in the tent. One for Nora.
Then some of us needed to go down to the bathrooms. That woke her up again. I remember thanking God at some point because Nora was coherent so I figured I didn't have to worry about her. The racoon returned later. This time I decided it wasn't worth getting up. Finally, Beth (who was not coherent) sat up and shouted "Watch out!" She then went back to sleep. But Nora woke up. I think maybe I should have just set my alarm to go off every hour. Then all I'd have to do is roll over, shake Nora, and ask "What's your name? Do you know where you are?" Then go back to sleep. Next time, Nora, I'm thinking twice before praying for your safety. =)
Despite the bees, I'm really quite proud of us. We had the best food in the campground, I think. We did all our cooking over the fire. (Thank you, Nora and Beth, for making firewood runs.) Egg McMuffins, tuna melts, pancakes, and Nora's awesome corn chowder! We escaped with only 4 stings and no forest fires.
All in all, it was a good weekend. Our tent didn't fall down. Nora's parents' tent didn't fall down after the pole broke and her dad fixed it with duct tape. We only almost froze the first night. No one drowned swimming across the lake. (We had a canoe with extra life jackets along just in case.) And Nora is still speaking to the rest of us after we gave out on her and went home Saturday night.
God-sighting for the weekend: Two-and-a-half-hour corn chowder that made for great bonding time.
Then some of us needed to go down to the bathrooms. That woke her up again. I remember thanking God at some point because Nora was coherent so I figured I didn't have to worry about her. The racoon returned later. This time I decided it wasn't worth getting up. Finally, Beth (who was not coherent) sat up and shouted "Watch out!" She then went back to sleep. But Nora woke up. I think maybe I should have just set my alarm to go off every hour. Then all I'd have to do is roll over, shake Nora, and ask "What's your name? Do you know where you are?" Then go back to sleep. Next time, Nora, I'm thinking twice before praying for your safety. =)
Despite the bees, I'm really quite proud of us. We had the best food in the campground, I think. We did all our cooking over the fire. (Thank you, Nora and Beth, for making firewood runs.) Egg McMuffins, tuna melts, pancakes, and Nora's awesome corn chowder! We escaped with only 4 stings and no forest fires.
All in all, it was a good weekend. Our tent didn't fall down. Nora's parents' tent didn't fall down after the pole broke and her dad fixed it with duct tape. We only almost froze the first night. No one drowned swimming across the lake. (We had a canoe with extra life jackets along just in case.) And Nora is still speaking to the rest of us after we gave out on her and went home Saturday night.
God-sighting for the weekend: Two-and-a-half-hour corn chowder that made for great bonding time.