Notes from Underground

Administration! It really is the pits! My salt-mine has a lot more extensive galleries than I ever suspected. I thought I saw light at the end of the tunnel, but it was just a ventilation shaft.

Well, since I'm not getting out any time soon, I'll try to enjoy the scenery.

My middle daughter, Anne visited the salt mines for which Salzburg is named. She said it was incredible not only what God had wrought, but what men have done. The walls sparkled, and wherever they were thin between chambers, light could penetrate so that the walls shone like pink hurricane glasses around a candle.

The miners of salt have an absolutely amazing method of extracting and purifying the salt that they mine. They dig drainage tunnels between the galleries to the outside world, where an enormous holding tank awaits. Then they pump the gallery full of water. Salt dissolves! Remember? When the water has reached its saturation point, they pump the water out into the holding tank and allow it to evaporate. What is left is pure salt. Water, air and gravity have done the heavy lifting.

What's more, the miners ride an enormous slide down to work every day. Picture one of those mountain slides you ride for hundreds of feet under the summer sky - only underground.

I gotta figure out how to make my salt mine work like this...

Lurn 2 Blogggg

Did you see the 7 Days of Blogging over at She Lives? Carol quizzed readers about some very practical blogging issues and ended up with a mini-manual on both the technical and literary aspects of blogging.

Hurry on over...

Furrowed

I'm tired. I'm so tired, I'm numb. Nothing sounds interesting. Everything's a chore.

But I'm planting the garden anyway. The seeds rustle dryly out of their envelopes and disappear into the soil, invisible in their dirt camoflage (how do the birds find them?). It looks pretty pitiful, really. Nothing but rock-hard pellets and broken earth. An apt reflection of the gardener: prostrate, broken, leafless.

But I'm planting the garden anyway. Under the furrowed dust, I am longing for a taste of those vivid tomatoes that only come out of one's own backyard. I believe there will be a salad that is as much a feast for the eye as for the palate - violets, nasturtiums and pale pansies crowded between the spinach and cranberries. The pungent basil will be worth its weight in gold, and the bees will use it to flavor our honey with a minty perfume. I am counting on roasting chilis this fall, and being able to put up quarts and quarts of salsa, paprikas sauce and green chili.

I am counting on renewal. On resurrection.

Weaving

This week I am hemming and fringing a silk tartan shawl for Elizabeth's graduation. A symbol of our covering care for her even as she steps out into her terra incognita after high school. The blues and reds intersect and overlap creating a shifting, shimmering play of unexpected colors that evoke the surprizing beauties in the interwoven relationships in our family.

But under my hands the cloth shifts again, and the hands are my mother's, too. We are altering thrift store suits to make uniforms for the imaginary army in my sister's Shakespeare production. Every summer, Elizabeth (for whom my graduate was named) puts on a side-splitting Shakespearean comedy to give all the cousins and their friends an extended time to delight in each other and to accomplish something real. We donate the profits to the local crisis pregnancy center. Mother is always there, making fast those behind-the-scenes necessities. But the threads stretch farther back.

Mother was the original actress, making literature come to life for us with voices and accents, teaching us to tell Bible stories to enthrall the listener, clothing us with poetry...clothing us with prayer.

In this light, the cloth is shining white. It is my wedding dress. Mother crafted it based on a photograph in Bride's magazine. And the crocheted lace bedspread she wove for us is still heavy with the prayers she brocaded into each motif, as she prepared to include this new son in the fabric of the family.

She never was simply sewing chiffon or twisting out lace. Mother was always weaving this tapestry of relationships, the patterns of history. She never refused any skein God handed her. She weaves with bitter blacks and weeping silver with nearly the same serenity as she does with the heartsblood reds and the singing azures. She is certain that God is the only one who weilds shears, and that someday she will see the whole tapestry - from the front side.

I am hemming this silken shawl; but I am learning the master-weaving, Mother's hand on mine as I throw the shuttle. My first daughter whirls out through the tensed warps, singing.

Mother-of-All*

O blessed we for her in whom God knit our tissue forms
So tenuous, yet over-rich 'round all-implicit selves
Still tight wound scarlet, mere designs, and Spirit-warm
Dropped. distaff, shuttle, shears then hers to wave us whole,

Our very lives spinning pendant from her hand. Kinetic skills
Teased out, drawn strong and fine - some dull unbreakables,
Some rainbow-wound with music, magit lit from childhood still,
Some golden virtues prayer spun (Athena's competent).

This living weft laced twixt ancestral warp she deftly looms,
Herself the webster, woven too; her thread maternal hands
Spin out still. So distaff to distaff, daughter to daughter, Heaven looms
The ancient, cosmic web be-gemmed with Earth-won spoil,

God's tapestry through woman's seed redeemed, reclaimed, renewed,
Til Christ, in this His glory robes His Bride, and Life begins in truth.

(This sonnet was my Mother's Day gift to Mother in 1978.)

*The Mother-of-All is the part of a spinning wheel upon which all the other parts depend.

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Professional Mothers: Renee 2

As promised, my interview with Renee...

Here's my attempt at reflection on a peaceful night in the eye of the hurricane (where I've always chosen to live). My path did not lead to marriage and motherhood directly but took a decade of running the carreer track, more and more frenetically. Don't mistake me, I loved the teaching career I was given: the students, the discipline, the opportunities to grow my skills in a real world application that college never prepared me to do. I loved the class discussion and travel with students, the missions opportunities, the theatre program I cultivated single handedly. But with this career came thousands of papers to grade, seven classes a day with six different preps, an inner drive to do the next production bigger and better than the last, and a passion to never repeat anything I'd ever done before. The single life was a place to focus heart, mind and strength on the sole job of pleasing the Lord...no distractions, no breaks, no excuses. I also began to add more and more to my plate until I was teaching full time, directing a musical with 200+students, grading 75 research papers, performing in a play in which I had to memorize 125 pages, co-leading a singles Sunday school class of 300, and directing three one-act plays for a competition. That was the month I discovered there was a reason I had been drinking 36 oz. of water every 45 minute class period... I was a type I diabetic and my health was broken. It was from this hurricane that the Lord rescued me and gave me a husband who introduced me to grace, and rest. We married and moved to teach in China where I went from teaching/directing 14 -17 hours a day to teaching 15 hours a week. Then came children.
Mother-Lode: Did you purpose to become a mother? Why or why not?
Again and again I had resigned myself to the single life since I was 29 with no man on the horizon. But after marriage, the thought of children was a welcome delight and I never realized just how important all the teaching I had done would be to my confidence as I looked my own children in the face and knew I wanted to pour the wow of learning into them.


Mother-Lode: When and how did you begin to prepare yourself for this life's work?
I never prepared myself for this work. Fortunately God did. Shaping, winning and disciplining the belligerent, the dear, the talented and the devious student every day in class molded my pedagogy. All along I took mental note of successes and struggles of my siblings and the parents of great kids at school. When our first girl came along, I found Mike and Debbie Pearl's books, George MacDonald, and scriptures set to music all refreshing resources.


Mother-Lode: If you went to college, do you find that your college degree has been a help to you in your work as a mother? What would have been lacking in your home if you had not pursued college?
College was the necessary means to the end (a piece of paper so I could teach) but no help in and of itself unless the discipline of study counts. Most of what I learned, I gladly dropped as useless or worse. What it gave me were books, records and resources for my own study and a love of Shakespeare.
Mother-Lode: In the course of your work as a mother, what kinds of things have you done?
Things I never dreamed existed. I've floated polymers in water, alcohol, vinegar and oil; examined lip and teeth prints, and experimented on mystery powders all to get one girl ready for a crime lab competition. I've critiqued a brief for one daughter (using her competitive speech skills) to give to the state congress opposing a bill. I've taught all three girls to speak the Gospel in Spanish for the yearly family mission trip to Mexico. I've planned and executed a six month study abroad for our family through 12 countries in Europe visiting professors in Scotland and gypsies in Slovakia making all the history, literature, art and music live. For the last five years I've run a two week Shakespeare Camp for kids age 3-18 with a full blown play at the end to benefit a local crisis pregnancy center that last year raised $2000.00. And I've made a gingerbread castle cake with my three year old.


Mother-Lode: Have you found your work as a mother narrows your opportunities or confounds your work for and in the community?
Hardly! (See above)


Mother-Lode: How have you dealt with the feminists' view that a career is all-important for the full development of women, and with the pull of careerism in your own life?
Career was an intensely wonderful, awful slave master. How's that for an oxymoron? It was not until I met my husband who is to me "grace on legs" that I began to measure myself NOT by my productivity but by the quality of my relationships. And it was not until recently that I've begun to see that rest in the One Relationship means that all my work is a joyful reflection of His creativity...redeemed and full of purpose ...Not a frenetic attempt to be super-woman.


Mother-Lode: How would you advise a young woman about to graduate from high school?
Get a degree in something. It opens doors of credibility and opportunity you would not otherwise have. Be careful where you choose to go if you want to be able to hold what you learned as valuable.


Mother-Lode: What have been the returns of your labors as a mother?
The sweet smell of soft baby hair cuddled under my chin; the gleam in the eye of our youngest with every creative engineering project done to ease someone's load; the courage and cheerfulness of our middle girl who overcomes her physical pains of hydrocephalus shunt failure and a broken back that brought her ballet to a halt but her spirit to a place of humble care for others; the awe of watching our oldest make serving her glory on the volleyball team, the babysitting job, the mission trip, or counseling peers to make right choices in the context of abstinence; the excitement of launching educated, entertaining, engagingly articulate and caring girls into the culture with a positive visions for changing it.


Mother-Lode: If you had it to do over again, would you make the choice to be a professional mother?
It's the best of joys! It's the "break your heart beautiful" reason to pour myself out! It's the reward behind every effort. It's purpose behind so many questions. It's the best pay I've ever had.

Professional Mothers: Renee

Today, I'd like you to meet one of Linda Hirschmann's most dangerous "threats to civilization", my friend Renee. She is a real "team drop-out", leaving a ten-year teaching career to become a wife and mother. Instead, she's just slouching around raising three lovely daughters,
administering & teaching in a metropolitan educational cooperative,
spending her vacations working in Mexican orphanages,
training young lobbyists and reproductive responsibility advocates,
helping to run a national-level debate tournament for 200+ high school students,
directing a summer stock theater company for homeschoolers,
while keeping a gracious house and entertaining weekly.

But perish the thought that Renee is just a collection of jobs and accomplishments! She will be the one in the group to whom everyone will tell their troubles. Her determined cheerfulness has bouyed many a sinking heart. Her faith and courage has been an inspiration to those who know her personally, for one of her daughters has hydro-encephalitis.

When Renee was pregnant, her doctors assured her that this child would probably only live a few hours, if "it" could survive to birth at all. They showed her the ultrasounds revealing a sac protruding from the base of the baby's skull, where they speculated the baby's brain tissue would be - if there were any at all. They told her that death would be a mercy for this child, who should be a vegetable if "it" lived. They told her to abort.

But Renee and her husband refused to be the instrument of their own child's death, whatever the cost. They reasoned that as God had given, it was His prerogative to determine when and how their baby would be taken back to Him.

When Hope was born, God's miraculous Providence became evident. The sac at the base of her skull had filled with the extra brain fluid, so that her brain had developed normally inside her skull. Stunned doctors were able to drain the fluid and install a permanent shunt to protect Hope's brain from future damamge. They remained pessimistic about Hope's development. "She'll never sit up. She'll never walk. She'll never talk. She'll never read," they said. Renee never gave up.

Today, Hope is twelve. Not only does she sit up and walk, she dances the Nutcracker with a local ballet company. Not only does she talk, she just smoked the competition at this weekend's NCFCA National Open tournament, taking first place overall in her age category (Jr. Sweepstakes), and qualifying to the National Finals in three events. Not only does she read, she writes movingly, and she makes Shakespeare come to life in Renee's summer stock theater productions - which benefit the local crisis pregnancy center.

Not bad for a vegetable. Next time, Renee's interview.

Building a Mother's Tribute

Speaking of great ideas, Heather over at Mom2Mom has proposed a writing contest as a Mothers' Day celebration. See her blog before May 1 to submit your tribute to your mother's love.

Let's See...

Creation is supposed to speak to us of its Creator, but mostly it doesn't. A sunrise doesn't remind us of the joy of Christ hastening to claim His Bride (Ps 19). Mostly, a sunrise simply means that we went to bed too late, and now we're up too early (groan!). The fault does not lie in Creation but in its observers.

Often, it takes a work of art to bring Creation's message into focus for us dullards. The framed close-up of water rushing over brook stones makes us take note of its beauty and reflect upon the swiftness of time, and the permanence of our Rock. Bach's counterpoint gives us heart-breaking insight into the freedom, beauty, independence and harmony among the persons of the Trinity. Sunday dinner with its aromas, its crystal and candles on white tablecloths reminds us that worship isn't merely propositional. It is a feast. We aren't simply invited to an intellectual exercise. We are invited to a party.

Art lets us see into the depths and dimensions of what seems at first to be opaque material. But we don't need to go to the art museum to catch a glimpse of these undergirding realities. Just consider for a moment, why you arrange your schedule the way that you do, and how it might reflect God's work. Would consciously arranging your work to imitate His patterns actually be more productive as well as more beautiful? When you discipline your children, aren't you sculpting a human soul? And doesn't that open new horizons on God's dealings with you?

The beauty of Art is that it is a way of seeing as much as anything else. It is a habit of the heart. Perhaps the only thing that changes us more deeply is suffering.

Metamorphoses

Would that men had words and minds and songs enough
To honor that magnificent, unspeakable One
Whose love transforms us more surely than time,
More deeply than grief,
More gloriously than a thousand dying suns;
Who pours Himself out for us in scarlet richness
From the dark wound of womb-wrenching
Separation
Who breathes into our sterile spirits new-birthed Life,
By that Breath-born Prince and that ancient Breath
That still makes dust
Live!

Kim Anderson
Copyright 1979
All rights reserved

The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

Gentle Readers, I have not dropped off the face of the earth. I am simply feeling the pinch of my busy season. With two regional debate tournaments behind me now, and only the national open to organize, I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I will still be mostly taken up with administration duties until that tournament is over and its results properly registered, but I will post as I am able, and will return to my regularly scheduled programming about the first week of May.

Thank you for checking up on me. Your friendship is a real wonder, maintained as it is over such distances by such ethereal means. Nevertheless, it is a strong support.

Food for Thought

Robert Capon, in his book, The Supper of the Lamb, considers a perfectly excrable bottle of synthetic Kirsch.

"Every now and then, I take another sip, partly to remind myself of what a
paragon of awfulness it is, but partly to prove that for all its faults, it is
still not undrinkable. In a real world, nothing is infinitely bad. My bottle of
bogus Kirsch bears witness that there is no bottomless pit in any earthly
subject ... The Kirsch in my closet is a little hell..."

Interesting take on hell. All its pains are closed in there - like that bottle of Kirsch. And when you taste it, you realize that nothing else could be quite as bad as this.

Surely, God leaves us all little reminders like this one, that though this is a fallen world, it is not ultimately as bad as it could be. Time closes in its pains, and one sip of Heaven will wash away even the memory of that insecticide that passes here for Kirsch.

Professional Mothers: Charissa

You might be interested to know that The Washington Times is declaring a victory in the "Mommy Wars". According to their editorial page, children are winning!

Last time, in our series of introductions to real-life 'Professional Mothers', we met a woman whose wisdom and energy are impacting both the present and future generations across the nation as a result of her work with her own children. Today's Professional Mother is one of the principal organizers of an annual speech tournament which is open to homeschoolers from the entire nation. This tournament is held at one of our country's most respected and most liberal college campuses - Charissa's alma mater. Charissa does it to give her own children opportunities for skill-building and networking, but an unexpected fruit of her labor is that the highly feminized young women from the college are forced to "re-evaluate their negative ideas about stay-at-home wives."

Charissa is a stay-at-home mother of four, who lives in a mountain community in rural Colorado with the requisite chickens, etc. From home she not only administers a lively homeschool for her own children, but coaches speech and debate, and teaches a rotation of in-depth literature courses for other homeschoolers from several isolated communities. Annually, her family organizes and directs theatrical productions for their town through their church.

Mother-Lode: Did you purpose to become a mother? Why or why not?
Not to begin with. I grew up in a feminist-leaning home and was groomed to go on to career. I intended to work in the foreign service and then changed my mind and planned on law school. It wasn't until after I'd met my husband, who brought me to faith in Christ, that I considered motherhood as an option. As the idea of staying home to care for babies, and subsequently to homeschool grew, I had a difficult time overcoming the societal and family expectations that I go on to do something bigger than JUST raising kids. I struggled with competing ideas of who I was and was to be. I was a Truman Scholar, and as such was encouraged--no, expected--to go on into something significant in government service. Each year, I received a questionnaire from the scholarship foundation about what boards I was a member of and what public service positions I held. Finally one year I wrote them a dissertation explaining that I had a greater influence on the lives of my four children than I could ever have on the lives of anyone if I were out working in any of the fields they expected me to be in--that raising responsible citizens was, in fact, public service in its strongest form. They quit sending me the questionnaires.

Mother-Lode: When and how did you begin to prepare yourself for this life's work?
I don't know that I was prepared when I went into it. Rather, God has been faithful to send me people who gave good advice and who were good examples at each step along the way. My husband have made a number of somewhat counter-cultural decisions in the raising of our children without really knowing what we were doing, but later have been able to see the benefits of our choices and been grateful for God's leading in these directions.

Mother-Lode: If you went to college, do you find that your college degree has been a help to you in your work as a mother? What would have been lacking in your home if you had not pursued college?
Though I have never actually worked in my degree field, college was a time of growing up for me. It was a time of learning how to think clearly, find information I needed, and move forward even when I wasn't sure how to do something. All of these have been a huge part of my handling of my home and my children. Mother-Lode: In the course of your work as a mother, what kinds of things have you done? How can such a question be answered in less than 100,000 words? I have changed diapers, gone for walks, looked at bugs, read thousands of stories, cooked tens of thousands of meals. I have planned school, revised the plan for school, adjusted the plans for school, and taught by the seat of my pants. I have encouraged, corrected, scolded, hugged and loved. I have tickled, laughed hysterically, cried for hours, regretted, and tried again. I have learned that no two children are alike and what works with one will be an utter failure with another. I have planned programs for many children because I wanted them to happen for my own. I have grown up as they have grown. I have seen them move on to things that I can no longer help them with. And one day soon, I will watch them leave.

Mother-Lode: Have you found your work as a mother narrows your opportunities or confounds your work for and in the community?
NO! A narrowing of my opportunities might be welcome! Rather motherhood has led me into forms of service that I would never have found, nor considered if it weren't for my children. I have met many people because of something my children were involved in and had many opportunities both to share and learn from these people.

Mother-Lode: How would you advise a young woman about to graduate from high school?
I would advise her to think carefully about where she is going and ask God constantly for His guidance. No two of us have the same path before us, and we have to listen for direction. I would suggest that she consider marriage carefully--and know beyond a doubt that it is a permanent decision.

Mother-Lode: What have been the returns of your labors as a mother?
I have grown and learned more than they have. I hope that each of my daughters has the opportunity to be a mother, as I doubt anything else can possibly mature and grow them as much. The only problem with this job is that it’s a little low on vacation days and sick leave.

Mother-Lode: If you had it to do over again, would you make the choice to be a professional mother?
Absolutely. But I might do a few things differently along the way. One hard thing about this job is that it takes 20 years or more to find out if you've got it right or not.

Spring Break Reading

Spring Break at our house isn't actually a lazy experience. It usually involves a lot of digging in the garden, new business initiatives and debate tournament excitement. But we do manage to get in a bit of extra fun reading. (Well, actually that goes along with the digging; we task one laborer to read to the rest while we do the drudge-work.)

So, what are we reading? Starting indoors, we will be reading Regenerate Our Culture, the teen-run webzine that launched yesterday. William Buckley's New Republic should watch out, Regenerate Our Culture is literate, engaging and well-researched.

Next, an e-book, Secrets of Successful Homeschooling. Who are you and why are you thinking of homeschooling? A single parent? An organizationally challenged mom? A mother of dozens who is tired of answering the “do you know what causes this?” question? An experienced teacher looking for fresh ideas? Secrets of Successful Homeschooling lets you hear from a chorus of different lifestyles and even different countries on the hot topics in the how-to’s of homeschooling.

In Part One you’ll read the stories of several homeschools with different challenges, and glean innovative ideas about how to handle the bumps in your road. For instance, though I am not a single mom trying to do everything for my household, I still use Teri Camp’s idea of making my children part of the team every day.

Part Two gives you an insider’s look at learning styles, homeschool categories and a translation of all those buzz-words: the Principle Approach, the Classical Method, Un-schooling, Unit-studies…Many of the chapters link you to resources and research.

So hurry on over to Spunky Homeschooler and order Secrets of Successful Homeschooling. Since it is an e-book, you won’t even have to wait for the postman. You could be reading it tonight!

And what will we drag out to the garden? We'll take a cookbook. No, really! But SUCH a cookbook! The Supper of the Lamb, by Robert Capon, uses reflections on food, hospitality and the Old Testament sacrificial system to expound the Divine banquet to which our God invites us. We'll undoubtedly skip the 100+ actual recipes, and opt for the meditations on beauty, love and Divine purpose.

And when we get too hungry, we'll revisit Christopher Wren's Beau Geste series: Beau Sabreur and Beau Ideal. They are all out of print, but well worth the hunt. You'll laugh and cry at the self-deprecting self-sacrifice of the Geste brothers and their French Foreign Legion cohorts, the elegant Major Henri de Beaujolais and Texas Rangers Hank and Buddy. Mystery! Intrigue! Romance! Sand! and more than their share of desert cafard (madness).

Happy reading!

Professional Mother: Jeannette

Last time, we met Lucy, a professional mother who focused on training her high school daughters to impact local charities and local politics, while remaining firmly in touch with the urge to bake cookies for the little ones. Clearly an "unimportant and uninteresting" pursuit, not worthy of a highly-educated woman, according to Linda Hirschmann's feminist standards.

Today, I'd like you to meet Jeannette, one of the poster-moms for professional motherhood. A Truman Scholar with a B.S. in Family Relations and Child Development/Home Economics Education and Community Services and an M.S. in Family Resource Management, Jeannette had been one of those highly successful "I'm going to have it all" career moms. But when she saw that her children were paying for her success, she came home.

Now, years later, she has just launched her first (incredible) young offspring as the top National Merit Scholar of his graduating year, and is guiding her daughter toward graduation. Her teaching efforts were even recognized by the College Board, when they named her last year's Presidential Distinguished Teacher. Her outside interests may have decreased since her career-mom days (this is actually doubtful), but now she only takes on projects that directly benefit her children and their relationships together. For instance, she is on the board of Oklahoma Christian Home Educator's Consociation; she is the principal advisor for her daughter's project: the International Debate Society; she was her husband's campaign manager for state office, and continues to be his business partner. And, together with her son, she shares what they have learned in their successful bid for scholarships and college entrance, as conference speakers and college consultants in their new business venture, Aiming Higher Consultants.

Mother-Lode: Did you purpose to become a mother? Why or why not?

I honestly did purpose to be a mother at a very young age. I saw in my own mother a quiet dignity and a manifestation of the high calling of motherhood. She was an educated woman, who valued me enough to give up a career to nurture my siblings and I. I saw her sacrifice and realized as a young child that I was who I was because of it. When my friends were struggling, I was safe and secure in my mother's constant care.

Mother-Lode: When and how did you begin to prepare yourself for this life's work?

In junior high and high school I continually asked my parents questions about parenting. When I finally went to college, I remember the day of enrollment when I presented myself to the Department of Family Relations and Child Development. When asked what I wanted to study, I replied, "I want to understand what makes people tick." The woman smiled and said, "Well, that should take at least a Ph.D." I spent the next four years studying the dynamics of development and human relationships. I also conducted research dealing with adolescent television viewing that radically shaped my current parenting beliefs. After graduating with my masters degree, I spent 10 years with the Cooperative Extension Service teaching classes across the state emphasizing the importance of family. During that time, I was constantly watching the parenting style of the 4-H parents I worked with and learning from them. I also read voraciously about child development from the time I conceived my first child up to the present. I never did get the Ph.D. Instead, I started a family which ultimately taught me more than a dissertation ever could.

Mother-Lode: How do you find that your college degree has been a help to you in your work as a mother?

My degree, college experience, and early career experience trained me in many areas such as leadership, writing and speaking skills, the dynamics of group relationships, etc. that has helped me to better equip my children to enter the world. I believe it gave me the confidence to choose an ususual path in the rearing and educating of my children. The obstacles did not frighten me, just made me more determined to suceed.

Mother-Lode: What would have been lacking in your home if you had not pursued college?"

College definitely broadened my horizons, opened up possibilities to me that I never knew existed. Because of that, I had a vision for my children\'s future that far exceeded my own experiences. I am not by personality or temperament a visionary, but because I was stretched outside my comfort zone during my college and career years, I have developed the ability to speak vision into their lives and have the skills and courage to do battle when necessary to keep their dreams alive.


Mother-Lode: In the course of your work as a mother, what kinds of things have you done?

I have honestly gloried in baking cookies with my children and spending hours reading out loud. I have designed unit studies, set up scientific experiences, run political campaigns, founded speech and debate clubs, taught public speaking, run homeschool support groups, taught boy scouts, been a homeschool conference speaker, started a consulting company, and helped run a farm and construction business.


Mother-Lode: Have you found your work as a mother narrows your opportunities or confounds your work for and in the community?

Suprisingly, my work as a mother has opened up many experiences to me that I would never have sought out for myself. I am naturally an introvert, but because I know my children need certain experiences to stretch them, I walk alongside them and am stretched myself. Being a good mother routinely calls you outside yourself. In my drive to make my children better people, I become a better person as well.


Mother-Lode: How have you dealt with the feminists' view that a career is all-important for the full development of women, and with the pull of careerism in your own life?

Even though my degree was in a traditional field, I found that the feminist viewpoint was more pervasive there than most fields. They did acknolwdge that cookies needed to be baked, but maintained that you could hire someone to do it for you so the children would have homemade treats! It was pretty incredible. In total, I spent 15 years working with and for such women and had many friendships there. But there was something unspoken in their stories, a deep seated pain that would flash out occassionally in their eyes. I began to see through the ruse. I saw the fatigue, the marital strain, the children suffering. By the time I left the professional world years later, my health was shot, my marriage in trouble, and my children struggling. It was a horrible time.

But the Lord, in his mercy redeemed the years the locust had eaten. He renewed my marriage and restored my children. Life is good again. Not easy, but good. We have paid a high price financially for me to be home to minister to my family, but my husband and I both know now that life becomes hopeless when someone is not there to keep the home fires burning.

I can now look feminism straight in the eye and not flinch because I've been there, done that. I know without a doubt that the grass is not greener on the other side. Some of my acquaintances, who were denied that opportunity for growth as young women, have entered middle age with dreams of a glamorous career and all they've missed. I've seen them leave husband and children in pursuit of a lie and I grieve for them.

After my experiences, careerism holds absolutely no allure for me. There have been moments when a friend is recognized professionally and there is a catch in my throat for what I could have been, but then I look at my children and what they are because of my choices. And it is a choice. You cannot have it all. And then the dust clears and I take an analytical look at what I have become after leaving the career world and realize that my experiences have shaped me into something far more than the narrow confines of a professional career could have done. My skills are more highly developed, my experiences much more varied, my world much larger. It is then I pity my friends who settle for the straight jacket of professional recognition.

So, as I enter middle age, I do not feel the call of careerism, but do feel the call of creativity. I am almost finished with the creative aspect of teaching my children and something new is forming in the depths of my being. I know the Lord is not finished with me yet. The sacrifices have been doing a refining work in me in preparation for the next phase of life.


Mother-Lode: How would you advise a young woman about to graduate from high school?

I advise all young woman just as I advise my daughter. Give yourself time to mature. Dare to be stretched. Follow your dreams. Being a woman, wife, and mother will take incredible intellectual, spiritual, and physical reserves. We need to press hard to learn all we can, to develop a deeper walk with our Lord, to exercise and take care of our bodies.

I have encouraged my daughter to continue her education in a field that she loves that could support her well if she never marries or is widowed some day. I feel it is very important to be realistic about potential salary and, if you have the ability, choose a field that will pay you well. She is exploring career fields that could provide part-time employment or would be easy to re-enter. Through all her searching, she is looking for practical training that is realistic. For example, training to be an astronaut, a foreign diplomat, or an international consultant does not fit in her paradigm of valuing family. They may be exciting fields, but could not nurture those she hopes to care for someday. There is not a "right answer" for young women, but too often they limit themselves and their futures (or parents limit their daughters) by not taking rigorous classes in high school and pursing college in challenging fields.

Mother-Lode: What have been the returns of your labors as a mother?

Certainly better than any stock-market transaction! I have personally grown and been blessed, but the real joy is to see my almost-adult children approach the future with much more maturity and wisdom than I had when I launched out on my own. I believe the real rewards (while I am living) will come as I watch them parenting my grandchildren. But the true return on my labors will hopefully reach out across the generations to bless my lineage.


Mother-Lode: If you had it to do over again, would you make the choice to be a professional mother?

YES!!! Only I would have chosen it sooner. The one regret I have in my life is that my children ever knew what it was like to have a career mom. We all suffered from it.

Carnivals - even though it's Lent

Settle down! These carnivals will help you in your Lenten contemplations.

The Christian Carnival is hosted this week at Adam's blog.
The Carnival of Homeschooling is at Palm Tree Pundit. Caution! Anne has spring fever.
The Carnival of Beauty, featuring the Beauty of Order this week, is at Scribblings by Blair.

So many blogs. So little time.

Liturgy for Living

"I'm overwhelmed!" "I'm just exhausted." "My life is crazy right now." Sound familiar? All too often this is not a temporary condition. It is our normal state. Americans in general and Christians in particular seem to feel that being too busy is a virtue. Homeschool moms seem particularly prone to this. And the corrolary of that attitude seems to be that our extraordinary busy-ness justifies sloppy, shallow living.

But this is not what we have recieved from God. His routine is "Six days shalt thou labor and do all thy work, but the seventh is the sabbath of the Lord thy God; in it thou shalt not do any work..." (Deut 5:13, 14) The Exodus 20 giving of the Law cites as the reason for this command that we are made to imitate God's work of creation: "for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day..." Deuteronomy 5 goes on to give a further reason, "...Remember that thou was a servant in the land of Egypt, and that the Lord thy God brought thee out thence through a mighty hand and by an outstretched arm..."

We are made for rest in the midst of work. Further, God has purchased a holiday for us one day in seven. The Sabbath is a constant reminder that where merely human strength cannot cannot bring our work to fruition, God's might can - even without us. God's people ought not to be slaves of the urgent.

But we ought not to be slaves to a slate of Sabbath-Day do's and don'ts either. The rhythms of God's work and the dance of our Sabbath worship ought to be teaching us music that we can embellish, rather than merely repeating. Sadly, our anything-goes age has forgotten most of the steps, so here is a brief of the dance. (Deb over at On the Vine is doing a whole series on this.)

In worship we
1) Come near and know our unworthiness
2) Confess our sin and recieve forgiveness
3) Respond with thanks and praise
4) Recieve God's nourishment in Word and Sacrament
5) Go out rejoicing in God's strength and commissioning

So rightly, the Sabbath could properly contain so much:
1) Reflection, journaling, scrapbooking
2) Letting others off the hook in various ways, letting yourself off the hook (He has), napping
3) Singing, making music, writing thank you notes or calls
4) Feasting, discussing the Scriptures and their applications in our day, exercising hospitality, seeing a movie or reading a book that will flesh out the implications of God's Word...
5) Planning the coming week in light of the Biblical admonitions received, laughing

Leave the rat-race. Join the dance!

Lenten Meditation 1

His Life for ours. It is difficult to imagine. But sooner or later, in our imitation of Christ, we will be asked to give up our life for another. Someone clueless, indifferent, someone completely repellent, even cruel.

And then we will know what we cost Him.

Professional Mothers: Lucy

A picture is worth a thousand words. What does a stay-at-home wife & mother look like? Is she, as has recently been declared on Good Morning America's, Mommy Wars, "letting the team down"? Attorney Linda Hirshmann, quoted in the GMA series, excoriates America's stay-at-home moms:

"A good life for humans includes the classical standard of using one's
capacities for speech and reason in a prudent way, the liberal requirement of
having enough autonomy to direct one's own life, and the utilitarian test of
doing more good than harm in the world. Measured against these time-tested
standards, the expensively educated, upper-class moms will be leading lesser
lives."

Let me introduce you to a few of these "lesser lives". Meet Lucy. Leaving a career in banking, Lucy has become a stay-at-home mother of five. Currently, she not only educates her own children at home, but is also heavily involved with mentoring young, single mothers and women in crisis pregnancies. She is actively involved in local politics as a campaign volunteer and as a precinct captain. Lucy is one of the organizers of a homeschool support group and educational coop in rural Colorado. Lucy's eldest daughters are in high school, running their high school cooperative's newspaper and maintaining its website, respected members of their speech and debate team, following in their mother's footsteps.

Mother-Lode: Did you purpose to become a mother? Why or why not?
When I was working at my first “real” job out of college, as a municipal bond clearance clerk for a large bank, I listened to two women who were in positions of authority over me talking about their families. One of them was a VP of this bank, and when I heard her say that she could not stand to stay home with her children, I realized that there was something more difficult than being the VP of a bank. As an aspiring college grad, I had thought I would go for the toughest job out there, maybe Chairman of the Federal Reserve Bank, or something. Then I latched onto this concept that mothering was even more difficult than banking, and I wanted to go for it.

Mother-Lode: When and how did you begin to prepare yourself for this life's work?
I believe that God began preparing me for this job at a very early age. One summer when I was about eleven years old, I was asked to babysit all day every day for a single mom with two little boys. I was not a very good “substitute mommy” then; it might have helped if I had look at my responsibility that way, but I was still very young myself. After that I babysat every summer for single moms who needed help, until I turned sixteen and began working as a page at the local library. The babysitting pay wasn’t great, but I certainly learned a lot!
At about that same time, I began working on a bus route with our church, welcoming the kids onto the bus, leading the singing on the bus to help keep the kids occupied, and helping to maintain order. I certainly had no wild dreams then of becoming a mother, I was still just a little-bit-more-grown-up-kid myself, but God used the experience of dealing with small ones to equip me for the future.
God also led me to my husband of 18 years, Tom, and has been teaching me how to work under his authority, honor and serve him in my primary role as wife. God also gave Tom a real love of young people, as well as a heart for teaching and homeschooling.

Mother-Lode: In the course of your work as a mother, what kinds of things have you done?
Wow-- I might more easily answer the question what haven’t I done? At first my role was more that of physical provider for my small ones: I carried, nursed, spoon-fed, bathed, clothed, and sang to them. Then as they grew older I also taught, nurtured, discipled and disciplined them.
Besides my time with my little ones, I found it really important for me to stay connected with the adult world. I participated in a Great Books reading program with our local library, served on the Board of Directors at a local Christian day-school, played the piano accompaniment for our local church worship, served as leader of our women’s church group, and taught homeschool co-op classes. I helped two county commissioners run for office and be elected, and continue to be active in the political arena as a precinct chairman.
Recently we have started a homeschool support group for the booming area of Falcon, Colorado. Currently I teach piano lessons and serve as Kid’s Church co-ordinator for our local church. I also serve as a volunteer LifeSteps coach for our local pregnancy center, where I counsel and help equip young moms to be ready for the high calling of mothering their young ones, and help dispense material goods to enable them in that job. I have been blessed in the short period of time I have been doing this to personally guide two young girls as they accepted Jesus into their hearts as Lord of their lives. This, as well as hearing my own children profess Christ and begin to walk in His light, is truly THE most fulfilling work of my life.


Mother-Lode: How have you dealt with the feminists' view that a career is all-important for the full development of women, and with the pull of careerism in your own life?
I have observed that there is no more demanding or fulfilling job in the world than that of parenting. In what other capacity do you spend 24 hours 7 days a week impacting future generations for Christ? God has cemented in my mind the high calling, not accidental happening, of my roles as wife and mother. I have been given immense freedom by God and by my husband to exercise my God-given abilities within our home and our community, to try things, to fail sometimes and to succeed at others, but to continue to strive to please God and to glorify Him, with the promise of a “well done, thou good and faithful servant” when my work on earth is completed.

Mother-Lode: How would you advise a young woman about to graduate from high school?
God does not immediately call all young women to serve as wives and mothers, and some never receive that call. God does, however, long for the heart of each person He has created to turn to Him. His desire is for a personal relationship with each of His creatures. He has created each young lady with unique gifts that she can exercise both inside and outside the home. Seeking God’s face, listening to His heart, responding to His moving, obeying His direction--these all need to be facets of a young lady’s life, in order to be ready for whatever God has in store for the future for her. She needs to be able to say as Mary did “Be it unto me according to thy will.” Rather than pining away for a place where God has not put her, she needs to anchor herself in Her Savior and the calling He has for her now, and ready herself for the work He has for her today, resting assured that He will use today’s job for His own honor and glory in the future.

Mother-Lode: What have been the returns of your labors as a mother?
I begin to see my young people, although imperfect like me, beginning to acquire a hunger and thirst for righteousness. I watch them take up arms against Satan and his insidious designs, and do battle against sin and spiritual darkness. I begin to have other people observe to me that our kids are a delight and a joy to be with, and I rejoice in the work of God in their lives. I begin to trust them more as I see their hearts to do right and serve God.

Mother-Lode: If you had it to do over again, would you make the choice to be a professional mother?
Without a doubt I would.

Hot Tips

(music cue) Good morning, Mr Phelps. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to seek out and subscribe to blogs on the cutting edge of culture. If you should be apprehended, Mother-Lode will deny all knowledge of your activities.

First suspect: Regenerate Our Culture (ROC) is a conspiracy of Christian teen bloggers, who have enlisted 15 cutting-edge cultural blogs written by their peers, to collaborate on a webzine. Stated purpose: Regenerate Our Culture. Conspirators include Agent Tim (not his real name), the Rebelution, Mission 3:6teen, SmartHomeschool.com, Spunky Jr, and CatchWord. This is not an exhaustive list, but should give you a core of contacts which will allow you to move among them freely without raising suspicion. This mag is scheduled to launch on March 15, which means that you will have a chance to infiltrate and observe this very subversive group from the very start. Be sure you wear lime green when you visit this group, and if they offer, be sure to take their sidebar button and their screen-saver. Password: You ROC!

Next suspect: Lark News is a newspaper from the serrated edge, satirizing typical American evangelicalism with devastating accuracy. Today's headlines include such shockers as: "Creepy Greeter Remembers Everything", "Prophet Downgrades Earthquake Forcast", and "Jabez Descendents Sue for Royalties". You can download a Horoscope & Personal Prophetic Word, or order PAM: quick-annointing oil. Check your first aid kit before venturing into this region and count your teeth before leaving.

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Dissing Despair

Nothing deflates a good case of despair like a lungful of mocking laughter. If you, like me, are aiming to give up despair for Lent, amble on over to Despair, Inc. for a whole series of incredible Demotivators. Timeless reminders that:

"It's a short trip from riding the waves of change to being torn apart by the
jaws of defeat. "
"Attitudes are contagious. Mine might kill you."
"The secret to success is knowing who to blame for your failures."
"When the winds of change blow hard enough, the most trivial of things can become deadly projectiles."

And of course,
"There is no greater joy than soaring high on the wings of your dreams, except maybe the joy of watching a dreamer who has nowhere to land but in the ocean of reality."

If you love me, send me a Demotivator. We'll laugh the Devil down.

Bread and Whispers

At mid-life many of us find ourselves tempted to despair. Half our lives gone, more than half our strength spent. The work in which we have invested still bears but little fruit. The bright goals to which we press look farther away than ever. People disappoint. The young pastors who lead our churches have milk for the babes, but nothing for the mature except work. Both the generations before and after us need more and more from us. We are disappointed in ourselves.

Forget "mounting up like eagles". Forget "running and not being weary". We can barely "walk and not faint". Our refrain becomes, "vanity, vanity! All is vanity!" But though the saints grow weary and experience spiritual depressions, it is not to characterize us, nor to be a permanent condition.

Elijah at mid-life utterly defeated 850 prophets of Baal (I Kings 18), discredited their power before assembled Israel and encouraged Israel to execute God's judgement on them so that none escaped alive. Queen Jezebel issued a death warrant against Elijah in retaliation. And Elijah, that mighty one, slunk off to the wilderness, asking to die (I Kings 19:4).

But God revived him. With bread from heaven. And a "still, small voice" in the midst of a raging storm, an earthquake and a fire.

All of these are figures of God's Word.
Bread
Several of the prophets eat the scroll containing God's Word in their visions.
"I AM the bread of Life." (Jn 6:35)

Storm and earthquake
"The voice of the Lord is powerful...The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars....The voice of the Lord shaketh the wilderness...." (Ps 29)

Fire
"I will make my words in thy mouth a fire..." (Jer. 5:14)

But if you read the account in I Kings, you'll notice that for exhausted, depressed Elijah, God was not in the storm or the earthquake or the fire. The Word of God was to him nourishment and gentleness.

Are you exhausted? Depressed? Despairing even? Open your Bible.

Thorns & Thistles

Thorns and thistles in the original Curse on sin (Gen 3:17 -24) are a symbolic reminder of the things that choke out fruit in our lives. The things that wound instead of nourish. Wicked men are pictured as thorns (Judges 2:1 -3). Men whose fruit is pain.

Lent begins on Wednesday, a time when many Christians prepare to celebrate Christ's victory over sin and death, by reflecting on our own sins which pierced Him. We have been the thorns in His crown. But it is not a time of mere remorse. It is time to weed.

The fasting aspect of Lent is designed not merely to allow us to beat our breasts over our failings, wounding our sinful habits. It is intended to provide a power-surge that will allow us to root them out altogether. Lent is when we can collectively get serious about killing off the sins that hold us back.

Our homeschool day begins with a worship time and Bible discussion. On Ash Wednesday (or as soon thereafter as possible), we prune our rosebushes and bring in bouquets of thorns. As we decorate the house with these sharp reminders of our sin, we ask God what chokes our growth, what starves our fruit. And we ask Him to show us what He would be pleased to help us to root out now. And then we ask each other to help us to discipline ourselves to mortify those things - not to offend or wound them, but to cut them off entirely.

On Good Friday, we hold a bonfire. As we lay the thorns to the flame, we remember that God's firey wrath was poured out on Christ to consume our sins. And we rely in faith on Christ's finished work for assurance that we need never be choked by those sins again.

College Tour to Yesterday

Little did we think, when we boarded the plane, that we would be time-traveling. But New St Andrews College is as much from another time as it is from Idaho.

There, the classes have Latin names: Traditio Occidentalis, Disputatio... The students actually read the great books that Western thinkers have been mining (without exhausting the vein) for centuries. They think the thoughts of the great thinkers after them ("This is not a class about what I think of Plato. It is not a class about what you think of Plato. It is a class about what Plato thought.").

Everyone breaks for tea in the Junior Common Room between morning seminars on Mondays and Tuesdays. And at least once a week, the professors must appear in full academic regalia before the assembled college. Students, too, don robes for this dress occasion - except for the lowly freshmen, who must first earn them.

The families and churches that orbit the College remember that building community takes time. Time to work together. Time to dance together. Time to dine together and to linger over the jokes and coffee afterwards. They remember that community can't be built solely between the pew and the door at a once-a-week worship service.

They sing together at the merest excuse - at least as much as Pentecostalists. But this isn't your typical radio-dial praise chorus fest. They sing fugues, chorales in four-part harmony, Geneva jigs, jazz riffs and Psalms in Gregorian chant. This, too, takes time. Often Sunday evening ends with a Psalm-sing including two congregations, in which folks practice singing the challenging music in their psalter hymnals.

Academics were interesting at New St. Andrews, but the most distinctive study offered there is the opportunity to see an old-fashioned community creatively gathered and maintained. Students don't just see it. They are folded into it. About time, too.

A Hungry Worshipper Q & A 2

Pastor Smith sent this lovely excerpt from "Worship: A Royal Waste of Time" by . I thought you'd all enjoy it.

Also check out From Silence to Song, by Peter Liethart. This is an exegesis of 1 & 2 Samuel detailing how worship changed in Israel under David's leadership, and suggesting a framework for planning and evaluating our own changes in worship.

So, A Royal Waste of Time:

What is contemporary music? Do we mean choruses from Taize, pop songs, or
the esoteric music of Krzysztof Penderecki?

The value of their
metaphor of conducting a symphony is that it emphasizes the following aspects.

Unity. Even though a symphonic piece often has three or four
differing movements (usually one or two relatively faster segments and one or
two slower ones), these parts relate to each other. The same is true of any kind
of art; the elements of painting, similarly, must work together – with enough
variety for interest but not enough to make the piece incoherent. Even so the
components of worship must be congruent with each other.
Movements. A
symphonic piece varies widely in mood or tone or tempo between the individual
segments or portions of the piece. Similarly, the timbre of confession and
absolution is vastly different from the spirit in the hymns of praise.
Progression. There is a flow as the symphony progresses to its climax and
ending. So worship finds its high points in the Gospel reading and the Lord’s
Supper, but the liturgy that surrounds them makes a progression from the
entrance into worship to the dismissal into ministry.
The musical score.
There are specific notes to be played. So worship has a theme, usually generated
by the texts assigned for the day or chosen by the pastor. There are numerous
possibilities for the score – thousands of symphonies to choose from, a wide
range of texts. However, the performers must be faithful to the musical score,
even as pastors must be true to the text. (Obviously the analogy can’t be
stretched too far here because a musical score demands note accuracy far beyond
the requirements of worship. Perhaps we can avoid this problem by seeing the
composer of the score as the Church, with its arranger being a particular
congregation’s worship committee)
Diversity. Different symphonies require
vastly different instrumentation. Even so, worship calls for a variety of
musical sounds to display the rich splendor of God.
Numerous styles.
Symphonic music encompasses a wide diversity of sounds and flavors from al eras
and areas – from spare to lush harmonies, from romantic poignancy to marching
brassiness, from jazz to Latin or African rhythms, from European to Asian
melodies. Even so the music of the Church entails gifts from all people of God
throughout time and space.
Relationships. The conductor’s highest loyalty is
to the spirit of the music (for wich the written score and the composer are
valuable guides) – just as the worship leader’s superior authority is God (to
whom the community and the Scriptures are reliable escorts). Other relationships
are also essential in order for the symphony to be played well. A conductor
works together closely with the instrumentalists, just as the pastor and
musician in worship work with each other as team mates, and both work with the
worship committee to plan and carry out the best worship they can craft for the
sake of the particular congregation they serve.
Authority. The conductor
exercises the authority that is necessary for the performance – otherwise each
musician could go his or her own way – and the conductor is chosen for that
position because of his or her understanding of the composers, their music, and
how that music should be interpreted. Similarly, the pastor and musician are
mentors to the rest of the congregation in the art of worship, and out of their
expertise they exercise the authority of choosing and leading the elements of
worship.

Back Soon

I will be away from my computer for nearly a week. I am checking out a college with my eldest daughter. No doubt there will be stories....

Share the Love Awards

Need some reading recommendations? One Woman's World is hosting the Share the Love Blog Awards. Mother-Lode has been nominated in the "Most Thought-Provoking" category. Check out the competition and cast your vote by Feb 20!

I wonder if reading blog award nominees counts as an Olympic sport?

A Hungry Worshipper Q & A

I've received some interesting email on the worship music series. It has led to some good discussion.

Pastor Greg Smith writes:

Given that the Bible does not proscribe any particular
musical style (content yes, instrumentation no); how does contemporary style
music fit into the task of worship; if at all in what you've said. Knowing, as
well, that artists will always use contemporary forms to communicate timeless
messages… and in that experimentation some will be retained and other parts
lost. (I'm not sure there is a right answer… just some guiding thoughts…)

My response:

I agree that the Bible doesn't proscribe any particular musical style. However, different musical styles produce different effects in their hearers. I think that we Christians get into a lot of unneccesary disputes because we ask the wrong questions. The question isn't so much, "What musical styles are acceptable in worship?" but "What do we need to be doing in this part of the service, and what musical form/style will assist us to do it?"

If we think about it, just one musical style can't carry a worship service. What is it we need to do through the service?

Prepare a reverent, awe-filled heart (something contemplative, full of
longing & aspiriation)
Approach the Throne of Grace (something joyful, triumphant, full of anticipation)
Confess sin (something sorrowful)
Give thanks for forgiveness (again, something joyful)
Consider God's Word to us (something meaty that can carry a thoughtful, profound, simple or complex compliment to the message of the day)
Feast at the Lord's Table (something that turns our hearts & minds to grateful contemplation, morphing to rejoicing)

Go back into the world equipped and commissioned (purposeful, joyful triumph,
maybe martial even)

I would like to see believers laying off the musical mud-slinging and banding together, bringing our various skills and preferences under the guidance of the needs of worship. A lot of the ill-will I've seen has come from believers allowing either personal preferences or a desire to please a crowd outweigh the consideration of serving God in worship and assisting fallen men (including ourselves) to draw near to Him.

As a matter of practical consideration, perhaps a discipline of reflection as we prepare for worship would settle a lot of things. We could ask ourselves:

What attitude needs to be supported in this part of the service?
Is this piece the best support for this attitude that we have at our disposal?
Am I just satisfying my own preferences or playing to the crowd for approval?

One last thought. Musical tastes are acquired. Musical tastes can be trained. Worship is largely about changing & maturing those who participate in it. We should be looking for our music to assist this over time as well. We should begin to be able to enter fully into the delights of all kinds of music as we learn its truest use in worship.

Well, I'll get off my soapbox now. Anyone want to heave a squashy tomato in my direction?

Dustbowl Comfort

Desperately, Maude watched the rare clouds, ripening with their dark heads of rain. Standing at the fence line of her Nebraska farm, she pleaded with God. The wraithlike sheets of moisture folded across her neighbor’s field. A few drops spattered her thirsty boots. And that was all.

It was a death sentence. They had scooped that death from their door with brooms and shovels through all the booming, strangling dust storms of the previous years. They had drowned it with sweat and tears. But now that rain had returned to Nebraska, there still was no relief for their place.

Today was the last hope. Tomorrow, Maude and Everett would leave behind her family’s legacy; the house where her children had been born; the farm Everett’s father had carved out of the wilderness of his exile from the Old Country and of the Great Plains; the community where Maude’s father had been the original pastor. The car was already crowded with its pitiful load. The furniture would have to be left behind. Everything that wasn’t essential to starting over was too much. Maude was nearly fifty, her youngest child of high school age.

The Claudsons removed to Wyoming’s Powell Valley, where a newly-built irrigation system would make a wasteland arable. They and their grown children had taken the government’s ridiculous offer of a Dustbowl homestead in a valley where the virgin sagebrush stood higher than a man’s head.

But the Claudsons became the heart of that community cobbled together from the dry bones of Dustbowl failures. They helped to establish one of the first churches in Powell. Their little tar-paper cottage was the site of sing-alongs, hunting parties, family reunions and Bible studies. And it boasted the luxury of one of the most beautiful flower gardens in the county.

They dammed up the creek that flowed through their Wyoming place and made a pond. Every winter in the dreariest stretches, they invited the whole church – and everyone else who cared to come – to skate on the frozen pond. Everett would make up a fire on its shore, and Maude would simmer over it an enormous kettle of her homely chili and apple cider to warm their guests inside and out.

Through the generations, our family has enjoyed Great Grandmother Maude’s chili. Even in the leanest times, we can find the ingredients for this simple dish. And in the darkest days, I make her Dustbowl Chili and remind myself that death is not the end. That my forbearers learned to laugh in the face of destruction. And so will I.

Comfort food indeed!

Dustbowl Chili

4 c. dried pinto beans
Sort & rinse the beans. Cover with water. Boil for 10 minutes. Turn off the heat and let the beans soak for 1 hr. Drain.

6 - 12 oz. tomato paste
1 lg. onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, crushed
3 Tbsp. chili powder
1 - 1 1/2 lbs. ground beef, browned
Add these ingredients to the beans. Cover the ingredients with water. Simmer until beans are tender (at least 3 hours). Add

1Tbsp. salt (if you add it earlier, it will prevent the beans from becoming tender)

If you are in a hurry, skip the soaking step. Put everything in a pressure pan and cook at 12 - 15 lbs pressure for about 15 minutes.

Defending Home

So Betty Friedan is dead. But her feminist legacy as set forth in her seminal work, the Feminine Mystique, lives on.

Betty Friedan encouraged women to realize that there is more to life than a spotless floor, but she did so by denigrating the institution that could really liberate women: the home. Friedan's view of home as the place where women are trapped into a vicious "passive dependency" (The Feminine Mystique, Chapter 12) inhabited by:

"American housewives – their emptiness, idleness, boredom, alcoholism, drug
addiction, disintegration to fat, disease, and despair after forty, when their
sexual function has been filled"

leaves women with the notion that no intelligent, interested or even sane woman could hope to find useful employment, let alone fulfillment as a wife or mother.

Christians have rightly resisted the masculinization of women, but oddly, many have done so by characterizing the home in many of the same terms as Friedan did. Consider Friedan's description of a woman's life at home:

"Housewives are mindless ... ; They are trapped in trivial domestic routine
and meaningless busywork within a community that does not challenge their
intelligence. Housework is peculiarly suited to the capabilities of
feeble-minded girls; it can hardly use the abilities of a woman of average or
normal human intelligence."

And consider this Christian description urging women to stay at home in order to avoid sin:

"We need to be aware that we may be in danger of becoming a busybody. Is our
house clean? Are our children properly cared for? Is the laundry done? Is our
husband happy? Is that dinner carefully prepared or is it thrown together in a
mad dash to get something on the table at the last minute? Maybe we can get our
most honest answer from our husbands or our children. Will they say, "Actually,
Mom, it seems like you're on the phone all the time." Or "Honey, I asked you to
make sure my laundry was finished. But it seems you were on the computer too
long today because I have no clean underwear....A busybody goes from house to
house "tattling." We can go from "house to house" in many ways these days! We
have the telephone, fax machine, grocery store, homeschooling groups,
playgroups, church, and the most dangerous - email!!!! "

The difference is that Friedan thought it was a bad thing, and these Christians think it is wonderful.

While we can respect the patriarchal-Christians for their desire to obey Scripture, we must not simply take their interpretations uncritically. We will hardly entice women back home if they think the most challenging thing there is making sure her husband has clean underwear. Or if they fear that the normal commerce of life is the siren-call of sin, and that learning will make them proud, lazy busy-bodies.

Women today need a new liberation - a liberation from the idea of home put forward both by the feminist movement and by uber-patriarchal Christians. Defending Home will become a new series here, exploring the flawed pre-suppositions of feminism and scouting out the real scope of home. Along the way, we'll meet some more Professional Mothers, women who understand that in fundamental ways, home is the truest hall of power, the sweetest call to service and the loveliest work of art.

What are you doing from home?

There is more

In the intellectual mileu of contemporary culture, there's a lot of homage paid to the eastern idea of contentment. Indifference as contentment. Numbness as serenity. Death in life.

Some days this idea looks like a good alternative to feeling the longing and disappointment that are part of living in a fallen world. You know the days I mean. The days of caring for a demented aging parent while the relatives, who should be helping, criticize. The days of training a child who refuses to seize on anything or who rejects God's ways. The days of loving someone God has irrevocably placed in your life whose needs and demands are never satisfied. The days of praying without seeing an answer.

Eastern deadness provides a way to endure with patience trials of this sort. "I can stand it because nothing matters." "I can stand it because everything is illusion." But it is just that - death. Escape from reality.

Christ on the cross refused the draft that would have numbed His sensibilities and lessened His pain. He refused to escape from reality. He endured because He had a larger sense of reality. This present suffering is not the last word. It's not the whole picture.

Christian contentment does not consist of going numb (we miss the joy as well as the sorrow). It does not consist of minimizing reality. It consists of affirming that there is more. There is a heaven and an eternity in which longings will be fulfilled and sufferings will not only make sense, but will bear fruit that could not be seen from here.

Christian contentment is a journey to a larger world. There is more....

Ladies in Waiting

Visiting friends in the blogosphere, I came across Radical One's request for encouragement for her teen-aged daughters who are finding most of the young men in their circles too passive to initiate a relationship, and generally unpromising as future mates. They are feeling lonely and isolated. They are wondering if they should initiate things or???

I, too, have two teen-age daughters who have struggled in many of the same ways as yours have. They are no strangers to feeling isolated by their resolve to remain fully who they are and fully feminine. And there are several things that I think they would say have helped them.

1) Stay away from church youth groups that center on entertaining the young people and/or are full of teens couple-ing up and changing partners frequently. This just brings the romantic stuff to the fore before its time. None of these kids are ready for marriage. They are playing with fire. And it makes young people who are centered on preparation for real life look and feel so terribly isolated.

2) Seek to get acquainted with young men in the context of working on a project that your daughters are passionate about. Work normalizes a relationship. There is a common goal, something beyond merely looking into one another's eyes and sighing. Work gives both young people a glimpse into the ordinary exercise of their strengths and weaknesses. Work often involves families, which allows everyone concerned to see each other in their natural settings without the pressure of courtship or dating. Work gives everyone the freedom to complement and to enjoy one another without a romantic context.

3) Find friends both male and female who will strengthen your resolve to wait. Check out the wonderful teens who make up the community centered on the Rebelution website. http://www.therebelution.com/

4) Remember that there are worse things than being lonely. Namely, being surrounded by people who mock your resolve or encourage self-centered foolishness. And there are far worse things than being single. Namely, being married to a man who is uncomfortable with his masculinity or with your femininity.

5) Resist the temptation to view the time before marriage as primarily a time of waiting or of being warehoused. There are vitally important things that young women need to be doing while they have no pressing responsibilities to a husband and children. There is no waiting for life to begin. There are only ever-widening spheres of influence. This is a concentrated time of preparation and productivity.

What are your secrets to raising powerful, contented and feminine girls?

Exonerating the End of the Spear

Hurrah for our side! Randy Alcorn at Eternal Perspectives has done what someone with access to the folks at Every Tribe Entertainment should have done long ago. He has actually talked to the Christian brothers at ETE to ask for their perspective and rationale behind hiring Chad Allen for the major role in End of the Spear.

I could rehash it again, but you can read it from the original source. He has posted his interview and an excellent commentary at Eternal Perspectives.

Suffice it to say that most of the reports that ETE knowingly hired a homosexual to play Nate and Steve Saint were echoes of the Sharper Iron blog, which quoted what the homosexual magazine the Advocate said about the hiring. I had been part of spreading that story. I want to be part of setting it straight, as the author of Sharper Iron, Jason Janz, is currently working to do.

If you read my post, Falling on Our Own Spears, please be sure to read Randy's healing articles at Eternal Perspectives. And please pray for the families who have been hurt by the controversy.