Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Rapturous Rose

Rose is the sibling closest to me in age.  She shares my love for Martial Arts, books, and writing, and makes my head hurt with her goings on about chess, quantum theories, and all things math and science.


Sherlock Holmes is her favorite book character—she constantly talks about him.  I was sort of turned off by the Banded Snake story and forsook any further readings in his exploits.  She, on the other hand, has continued reading and one day hopes to solve mysteries as well.  (If anyone could, she could!)

Rose and I have always had a good times reading and imagining about fairy worlds—everything from Middle Earth, to Narnia, to the Arcadians and beyond.  Sometimes, we used to dress up and play the parts... the crown of royalty becomes her.


As fun-loving as she is, she never forgets to make time for the things in life that really matter—she always has time to talk about a Sunday sermon or talk about a Bible passage.  She knows more about Old Testament trivia than anyone I know!  This is a picture of her at a park near our house.  She loves music—especially classical—and plays violin, a little piano, and has a beautiful voice.
We have played together for as long as either of us can remember—we have had many adventures, both real and made-up, together.  As we've grown up, though, our interests have differed—she likes Sherlock Holmes and chess, and I like Mary Slessor and making meals.  Even though we're different, we are still best friends.

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Strategy of Life


My sister (Rose) and my dad love to play chess together.  I try to play with them—when they're at a stalemate, I ask them to simply surrender to me.  But they're both of the mind that chess is a two person game, not a three person game.  A couple days ago when I was watching one of their games, I suddenly thought of something that was pretty cool.  I guess you can decide for yourself if you think it is or not.  My thought was this:  our lives are a game of chess.  Have I lost you yet?
You see, when I play a game of chess with either my dad or my sister, I inevitably lose.  It's not an understatement—I think that I've won two games in the last six or seven years.  It helps that I got tired of the game a couple years ago and haven't played much since, but the real reason is this:  I have no strategy.  At all.  And as my sister constantly telling me, chess is a game of strategy.  Which basically means that with no strategy, you don't stand a chance against my dad or my sister, both of which have a real gift for good strategy, as well as for winning.  Without strategy, chess becomes a long game of sadness.  Slowly, methodically, my pieces die.  And Rose's win.  And somehow, by the time I manage to capture one pawn, she has my king in checkmate.  See why I don't play chess? 
The game of life is like the game of chess.  Without strategy, without being able to see ahead and plan for what you deduct is going to happen, the game of life becomes a slow game of killing off your thoughts, hopes, dreams, and wishes until you lie bare and unprotected, and die alone, without the lowliest pawn to protect you.  But it doesn’t have to be like that. 

If I played chess with my dad "on my team" (aka, telling me what to do and where to put my pieces), I would play a lot differently.  I would win, or at least give Rose a challenging game.  But by myself, I'm not a good chess player.  I lack the strategy I need to play a good game.  It's the same in life—by ourselves, we'll lose.  But with God—the One who has the strategy—we will win.  The strategy God tells us is simple to understand, though hard to accept.  We need to admit that we are sinners, that we are people who don't do the right things in every circumstance.  God does.  And He can't associate with people who are the exact opposite of what and who he is; it's impossible for him to have a relationship with a person who hates Him.  And any sinner is someone who hates God, whether he knows it or not.  Because we are sinners, we are condemned to death.  It's the only righteous punishment for our sins; we can't win the game on our own, we lack the strategy to win.  That's why Jesus came.  He died for you, gave himself, a righteous being, up to Death for you, because He loved you so much.  Because He is the strategy, and therefore knows and understands the strategy, He was able to rise again.  He had beaten Death and won the game.  He knows all the devil's moves by heart, and he can navigate your way through the game of life for you.  All you need to do is ask Him.  Tell Him that you want to accept His gift of life, and that you want to give Him your game.  He can win it for you, but first, you need to ask Him.  He's waiting.  The devil's winning.  What will you do?

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Iowa Pictures

Now that Iowa is behind me, and the mountains in front, I thought it would be good to browse through the many pictures of the plains and hills.  These are some of my favorite pictures of the beautiful landscape of Eastern Iowa. 






Saturday, November 26, 2011

Christmas Music!

Thanksgiving is over and Christmas is in 4 weeks, so I am now announcing (drumroll please) Christmas music!  My favorite radio station, Air1, is now playing it, so I am as well!To kick things off, here's my favorite Christmas song of all time:


Seventeen

Today is my seventeenth birthday, and I was going to use today's post to write down my hopes and goals for the coming year.  When my fingers hit the keyboard, instead of hopes and goals, this is what came out.  I want to share it with you.

Dearest Jehovah,
Thank You for the adventures You have led me on, the growth that You have prepared for me.   I have passed through both the flames of Satan and the sun of the pleasant fields of beauty You have created with me in mind.  I have fallen from Your grasp of my own accord, left Your embrace for a life of my own, thinking foolishly that it would give me the freedom I wanted, the freedom I thought I deserved.  But time and time again, no matter how far I, in my inability and weakness, have fallen, You are always there to catch me, to hold me tight, and to love me the way that no one else could ever love me.  Though I am but a slave, a worthless waif, You guide me into the paths that the Prince once walked, the paths that I now walk in His name.  You have made me Your princess, loved me as Your daughter, and let me call You my Abba, my Father.  You have become the One I live for, and with my every move I pray that I may achieve my desire to become closer to You and learn more of Your ways. You are my life, for my own has died.  You are my mind, for my own has perished.  You are my heart, for my own has broken.  You are my spirit, for without You I would not have one.  You are my Father, my Brother, my Love.  I live for You, and one day I shall die for You.  Thank You for rescuing me and loving me as Your own, for taking me from the sinister paths of the Evil One and giving me a new direction in which to travel. You are my All-in-All, my Alpha and my Omega, my Beginning and my End.  You hear the cry of my very soul when I am in anguish and You come to my rescue, forgetting the reason that I became hurt, forgiving the fact that I have time and time again turned my back to You.  In this next year, let my life be lived with the sole purpose of giving my all to You.  I cannot leave Your presence, or flee from Your Spirit. You are always here with me, to comfort and protect me. And I love You, Yeshua.  I love You, my Lord, my Protector, my Provider. 
Love,
Grace

Friday, November 25, 2011

When is the Real Thanksgiving?

Here we are, the day after Thanksgiving.  This morning some of you most likely got up at 3 AM to storm the doors of shops and freeze to death in the cold November air.   Others most likely slept until nine o'clock, glad to finally have sleep-in day after weeks of work with no breaks and yesterday's confrontation with the relatives.  Maybe today is your housecleaning day—the Friday after Thanksgiving has been officially your "fall cleaning" day ever since the first grandchild was born.

But in all of your business, your everyday lives, will you remember to give thanks?  The Pilgrims actually celebrated Thanksgiving for three days, and I think that the whole "give thanks" thing was pretty well remembered afterward.  But for us, it's a reason to get together with friends, watch TV, and eat a huge meal that leaves everyone sitting around complaining about how tired they are afterward.  Where have we put God in all this "giving thanks"?  My plea is that we will remember Thanksgiving not just one day, two days, or three days out of the year—but all year.  During the hard times and the easy times, when you feel like disappearing into a book and when you feel like shouting for joy in the middle of the mall.  So give thanks through it all, and make every day Thanksgiving.