The Painted Isaiah

The little kids do a special project at Home Depot now and then, and these are the pictures from the last one.  The project was a wooden snowman that they got to paint--can you tell? 

Christmas

Today is Christmas. I am sitting here in a warm house, with my grandparents, parents, sisters, and brothers standing around, joking and talking with one another.  My dad is cleaning pans from breakfast, and the boys are playing with battery-operated cars they found in their stockings.  The dog is successfully (for the most part) dodging the little missiles, one eye on the cars and the other shut as she tries to get in her mid-morning nap.  If you sat down and looked around, it would look like a peaceful day in the life of our family.  But if you got up and started talking among the children, you would find out more.  They are joyful in the celebration of Jesus, excited at the remembrance of His birth.  They know that this is more than a fun day off school with new toys to play with and grandparents to visit—it's one of the most important days of the year.  Christ the savior was born today—is there anything more that matters?  Is there any birth that was special enough to compete with the joy and love that came in that small package one Christmas day thousands of years ago?  Never!
Today is Christmas.  We celebrate with joy.  I pray that you and your family have a merry one, filled with new memories and the remembrance of old ones.

To be Home

It's snowing outside, and the weather forecast says to expect 2-6 inches tonight.

Upstairs, Isaiah's sobbing because he's so incredibly exhausted from his day of outdoor play, and the rest of the family is going about their usual routines to get ready for bed.  Lily, our 9-year-old German shorthair, is almost asleep at my feet, covered in a blanket because she was cold.  My cat is on the other side of the room, in the kitchen, eating her dinner.  It's quiet, except for the faint sounds of Isaiah's worn out voice.  And as I look outside at the Christmas lights on our back deck—the blue ones faded to white because the sun bleached them—I feel a certain peace.  It's the feeling of hope, life, and love.  The feeling of Christmas.  And suddenly, I am overjoyed to live in this house, with these people.  To live in the knowledge that I am loved and that I have people to love.  To be home.

Samwise the brave

The Lord of the Rings movies are some of my very favorites.  The prospect of a different world (or one in a fictitious history!) similar to our own, with the exception of technology, has always interested me greatly.  Sometimes I wish that I could live in such a world myself—I definitely wouldn't mind being an elf, or a hobbit.  One thing that's always caught my attention has been Samwise's devotion to Frodo.  I love the way that he follows Frodo, not because he was affected by the ring, but because he could see how the ring was affecting Frodo.  It makes me wonder what type of devotion can spur such love and affection for another person, whether you were his servant or not.  In this day and age, devotion seems to be an unknown word.  Genuine devotion for your friends and family has been forgotten, left on the wayside among the graves of other like virtues—caring for others, giving encouragement, finding joy. Even devotion to your spouse seems like an unknown subject.  Divorce has raged rampant over our country, even though your husband or wife should be one of the people you show the most devotion to.  Teenage rebellion was at one time unheard of—as was the very term "teenagers"—and now it has become a raging firestorm of hurt on the parents' side as well as the teenagers' side, scarring both with wounds not easily healed.  Devotion no longer has a part in the relationship of a teen and his or her parents. 
It makes me wonder what our world would be like if we all showed the type of devotion to our friends and family that Sam did for Frodo.  If we could try it for a day, really care for one another instead of "be there for them" (unless they really need you!), what would happen?  What would the outcome be, and how many lives will you change?


You never know until you try.

Grown-Up Christmas List--Amy Grant

This is a classic Christmas song, if you ask me!

Life: in the Abnormal

Is caring about the needy abnormal?

No, seriously.  Is caring for the people who need us abnormal, in this modern, fast-paced world that we've all been pushed into—though, admittedly, at our own will.  Has being concerned for other people been put so low on our list that we prefer not to be bothered by them?  When I bring up this subject, I get the "usual"—homeless people are simply looking for free handouts, for money to buy their drugs, or that slaves aren't the norm for our society, that there simply can't be enough of them to make any real difference.  But let me assure you, there are enough needy people—homeless, widows, orphans, impoverished, that it makes a difference, to do even one act of kindness.  When you really open your eyes to the world's needs, you don't merely see people walking their dog down the street, or a group of teenagers hanging out in the mall.  You see needy people, destitute people, mourning people, hurting people... people who need the message of hope and love and true life that you own.  So caring for the needy in our society seems to be pretty strange, but caring for the un-needy?  Even stranger! 

So what do we do about our lack of caring, our lack of true, untainted love?  We drive carelessly past a homeless man on the street, and within minutes forget about him altogether—if we really saw him at all.  We get magazines about "giving a gift that can change a life," and instead of checking out the website and spending a few of our preciously wasted minutes looking at how to buy a cow for a family in Africa, the magazine ends up in the trash can.  Yes, we changed a life.  We added to the huge feeling of hopelessness that some kid who's dying of hunger is facing.  It's not exactly the type of change we want to make, is it?

And yet, this is the "season of giving."  If not now, why not never?  Look around you right now.  More than likely, you are surrounded by many material things, good things, comfortable things.  Things that may have cost you a lot of money, but you really don't need them to survive.  And yet, with all this... this stuff, we can't save the life of an impoverished child.  We can't support a ministry that's trying to bring kids out of slavery.  We can't even give a couple dollars and five minutes to get a burger for the guy standing on the corner, holding a cardboard sign.  So I ask again:

Is caring about the needy abnormal?