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Fifty-Five: Lessons in 2010

December 31, 2010

For the past few months I have repeatedly said to several friends and family members that I cannot wait for 2010 to end and 2011 to begin.  I can't remember a time when I wanted the New Year to come as much as I want 2011 to come.

2010 was a challenging year.  At times I choose to make it challenging because I was upset for things working out they I wanted or in the timeframe I wanted.  At times challenges arose around me that were beyond my control.  At times I was faced with new challenges.  At times old challenges which I thought had been overcome sprung back to haunt me.

2010 was hard.

2010 brought more tears than I have known in a long time.

2010 ushered in confusion.

2010 refined me.

2010 shaped me.

2010 opened my eyes to my desperate need for the Loving Father and the Redeeming Savior and the Counseling Spirit.

2010 was challenging...but challenges are not necessarily a bad thing.  The book I'm currently reading discusses challenges in a paragraph.  "A challenge is something people have the choice to face, deal with, and grow from" (Third Culture Kids 88).  Challenges bring about growth.  Challenges force us to move and make choices.  Challenges should drive us to the feet of Jesus into His loving arms.

One of my best friends told me not too long ago when I was stating for the record how ready I was for 2011 said to me that I will likely look back on 2010 see how God used this year of difficulty to transform and that I will probably be very thankful for having endured this year (this is a paraphrase of what he said).  And even now as the 2010 will soon be but a distant memory and 2011 is no longer the future but becomes the present, I can look back on this year see how God's hand moved.  I can see the lessons I needed to learn - many of which I am still learning...


  • There is power in the words, "I'm sorry."
  • When I am called to forgive, however, it is not contingent on receiving an "I'm sorry" - I must forgive and forgive.
  • I am a princess.
  • Spend time with kids...they give a better perspective on life and God.
  • Don't beat yourself up...the enemy enjoys when you're own worst enemy. And God calls us to live fully and abundantly - not in guilt.
  • Communication is key.
  • Be thankful for the people in your life and the sacrifices they make for - make sure you say thank you, too!
  • Just because the path you're traveling leads you somewhere you didn't plan to go or didn't want to stay very long doesn't mean there isn't beauty to be found there.
  • Smiles and laughter are medicine to the soul.
  • We really do become like those we spend our time with. For better or for worst.
  • Don't forget to value the friendships you have been given.
  • Good-byes don't mean forever...especially in Christ (and I'm trying to quote cheesy Michael W. Smith songs right now).
  • When place something in God's hands and leave it there...it's safe.  He is the good who can be trusted and will do more more than you could ask for or imagine.
  • He has great plans for me.  His plans, not mine. (Jeremiah 29:11)
  • It's not meant to be easy, but it will be worth it.  Because He is worth it.
  • When I am weak, then He truly is strong. (2 Corinthians 12:8-10)
  • Let go and don't dwell and/or analyze every situation. Give it all to God.
I look forward to what 2011 will bring, but I praise God for 2010 for what learnt during it, what I experienced, what made me cry, what made me laugh, what pushed me out of comfort zone, what caused me to grow, what brought me closer to Him.

Happy New Year!! May the One who is not contained by time or years flood into all areas of your life.  May His love renew you in this coming year.  And may the lessons and experiences to be had in 2011 draw us all closer to His heart.  

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose."
Romans 8:28

Fifty-Four- I'm Thankful Reading and Good Books :)

We have been known to wear our matching Wisconsin Badgers shirts on the same day and we have both decided to publish blogs on the same topic...books read throughout the year 2010.  Check out Katie's post from today to see some of the awesome books she read this year :)


I'm thankful for the gift of reading.  I'm thankful for the insights I gain from reading the works of various authors.  I'm quite thankful for the books I read this year (well, most of them haha).


My 2010 Book List and Thoughts*

True Story: A Christianity Worth Believing In by James Choung
I enjoyed this book quite a bit because it truly paints Christianity as something to believe in.  Not that the Bible doesn't paint that even more.  But this book is written in the form of a story of a college student who is feels his church is lacking something.  He's tired of the feel good messages and wants a Christianity that is real and meets the needs of real people.  Through the conversation of a professor God reveals Christ and Christianity to his as something worth believing.  This book also gives a great visual to use when sharing Christ with others - it's a simple drawing but it's great!


Thinking Out Loud on Paper - The Student Daybook as a Tool to Foster Learning
I read this book because 1. I love daybooks! and 2. I love Dr. Hartman (one the author and one of my professors from GWU)!  This was a great book and I highly recommend it to anyone who desires to be a teacher :)


The Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical by Shane Clairborne 
This book sat on my bookshelf for several years before I finally picked it up and read the whole thing (I read about a quarter of it and then put it down and read something else and forgot to pick it back up).  But I heard Shane Claiborne speak at Urbana '09 last December and I knew I wanted to read it immediately!  It was a challenging read because Claiborne offers some hard insights about the Christian life and what it means to truly be the hands and feet of Jesus.  One of my favorites of 2010 and I recommend it to everyone!  My desire after reading this is to be an ordinary radical :)


The Brief, Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
I enjoyed the style this book was written in and how the author paints a picture for the reader (I after I read Image Grammar  the semester prior to reading this I caught that haha) but I don't recommend this book because the content is graphic and the language is quite foul.  So yay for style but nay to everything else.


Lost Symbol by Dan Brown 
This was the biggest disappointment ever.  Despite the controversy surrounding The DaVinci Code and Angels and Demons I loved those books, and so when another one was coming out featuring the same character I was pretty excited.  This book kept me on the edge of seat thinking, "Gosh, I can't imagine what's going to happen next, " only to let me down with the most anticlimactic ending ever.  I don't recommend, though others do.


The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks
A few years ago I got on a huge Sparks kick after reading A Walk to Remember and The Notebook and pretty much every book of his that I could get my hands on.  But then I read Message in a Bottle and Dear John and swore off of his books due how depressed I felt after reading them and some of the content (which is often in many of his books).  But my mom read this one and said it was definitely worth reading.  And I'll admit it made me enjoy reading Sparks again.  It was definitely a sappy and sad book, but then again what do expect from Sparks.  If you want something super light that will probably make you cry, then I'd read it.  But I will say this did not inspire me to read anything else by Sparks or see the movie - I'm a little over Miley Cyrus.  


Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer
I read the first one of the Twilight series simply to see what the hype was about and I only finished the series to see what happened...I thought it all ended very very strangely.  I know some people love these books but I must state for the record that I cannot stand Bella and Edward and the type of relationship they portray.  


How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents by Julia Alvarez
This wasn't quite what I expected and I have enjoyed other books by Alvarez much more.  But after student teaching in ESL this book was really insightful.  I wish I would have read it before student teaching and I think any ESL teacher or any teacher for that manner should definitely read this book.  It will open your eyes to the immigrant experience so much and help increase your understanding of what so many must go through.


Who Do I Lean On?  by Neta Jackson
This part of my second favorite series, my first being the Yada Yada Prayer Group which this series - the House of Hope - is a spin-off of.  I loved this book!  I read it in less than 24 hours and I always know a book is incredible when I am sad for it to finish, and that's how this one and all of others have made me feel.  It encouraged me and anyone looking for a great Christian fiction series this is my all-time recommendation (thought I would start with the Yada Yada Prayer Group series first).  


Simple Spirituality by Christopher L. Heuertz
Besides the Bible and The Irresistible Revolution the most powerful and convicting book I read this year.  Heuertz talks about the simple spirituality of Jesus and the call of His followers to reach out to a broken a world.  Definitely a book I am considering rereading in 2011 because I think there is still so much that I need to absorb from it (and it's a relatively short book).


Teaching in a Distant Classroom by Michael H. Romanowski and Teri McCarthy 
I heard about this book when I was at Urbana '09 last December.  Actually the authors did a seminar which I almost attended, but instead I decided to attend ESL as Missions instead.  But I picked up this book because well, hopefully in a month I'll be teaching in a distant classroom.  This book was geared if professors teaching at international universities, but it was very insightful for using teaching and ESL as tool for missions.


The Long Loneliness by Dorothy Day
Dorothy Day is one of my new role models after I read this book.  Her autobiography details how the love of Christ can dramatically transform a life and how His love for us compels each and every one of us to be His hands and feet and serve the broken.  


In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez
Before I even read page 1 I knew this was going to make me cry.  It's a true story and well I already knew how it ended, but oh my goodness such an amazing story of how we must flight injustices and stand firm on our beliefs no matter the costs.  In the mist of this tragic story there is hope.  The hope that we all are capable of doing extraordinary things.  The hope that evil will not prevail, but good will win in the end.  My favorite line from the book, "Once the goat was a bad memory in our past, that would the be real revolution we would have to fight: forgiving each other for what we had all let come to pass." It's graphic (but the Dominician dictator Trujillo was violent so what can you expect from a based on the time he exploited his people) and sad (but again Mirabel sisters die in real life and it's a fictional account of their lives so again what can expect), but it's a great read! 


Slumdog Millionaire by Vikas Swarup
Though the movie is quite graphic, I absolutely love it.  So when I ran across this book discounted at the Marshalls in Myrtle Beach, I decided I wanted to read it.  And let's just say that the book and the movie are nothing alike (but then again when are they).  The only thing similar is the game show and how he knew the answers based on different life experiences.  And I thought the movie was graphic, the book takes it to a whole new level.  I definitely had to skip some parts because of their graphic nature - thankfully much was changed for the movie.  I don't recommend this book (though I do recommend the movie but be prepared) due to the graphic content.  Though I will say I love this book and the movie because they serve as a very real reminder of what happens when people are forced to live in extreme poverty.  


Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
To be honest I have no idea what inspired me to read this book.  It's quite long and well, Tolstoy isn't known for being a light read.  But you must get past that because this book is incredible.  I love the contrast Tolstoy creates between Anna and Levin - as Anna lives for herself alone and Levin searches for meaning in life and ultimately find fulfillment in the true source - God!  Beautifully written and easily one the best books I've ever read. Another I hope to reread.


Bread Givers by Anzia Yezierska
I never related to a character and at the same not related to a character as much as Sara Smolinsky.  


It Happened in Glacier National Park/Yellowstone National Park 
I picked these up when I visited both of these parks this summer.  They were fun reads while driving through the parks and made the sightseeing even more fun (though both of these parks are breathtaking regardless - hence why they're national parks).  My favorite part of each of these was in the back they had random facts about each park and when my grandparents, brother, cousins, and I drove through Yellowstone every so often we would have "Random Yellowstone Facts with Caitlin.  The part of the ride where Caitlin comes out and shares some random Yellowstone facts."


The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger 
Somehow I managed to get out of high school without reading this book (good job LPHS).  So I decided it was time I read this book...and I loved it!!  I love seeing the world through Holden Caulfield's eyes.  "What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like," this line from the book describes exactly how I feel about it.


Funding Your Ministry by Scott Morton
I won't lie; I was not excited about getting this book in the mail from World Witness.  Reading about support raising was not something I was looking forward to.  However, once I started it God used it to open my eyes to the Biblical importance of fundraising and finances.  It was challenging but an important read.  I would highly recommend it to anyone who is raising support for their ministry.


Atonement Child by Francine Rivers
Redeeming Love and The Mark of the Lion Series are some of favorite books.  But this Rivers book left me desiring a lot more.  I enjoyed it because it clearly painted the picture of redemption as it blooms in the mist of tragedy and how just because something was intended for evil does not mean God cannot and will not use it for His glory.  I also loved the reminder how valuable each life is to God regardless of conception and how God has a purpose for each life.  But I didn't like this book because at times I felt it made light a very deep and serious situation.  I felt it was very cheesy at times and given the subject of this book I didn't feel like that was appropriate - especially considering how a woman in the main character's situation would be feeling.  I would have liked less details in certain parts and more at the end.  I would have ended this story further in the characters lives.  


A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller
See My Thoughts Here


Father Fiction by Donald Miller
Regardless of your relationship with your father, I think there is benefit for all in reading this book.  I think it helps the reader see how God loves us and is the perfect father.  But it also challenges us to live for Him without allowing excuses of things we couldn't control keep us living extraordinary lives.  It was a book filled with healing for me and I thank Miller for honesty in these pages.  


The Edge of Tidal Pools by Michele Phoenix
I stumbled upon this book when looking up stuff about missionary kids - the school I going to teach at serves a lot missionary kids and their families.  This story offers the powerful reminder that ministry cannot ever come at the expense of others - especially children.  But it also serves as the reminder that only God is good and we cannot thrust upon Him the sinful characteristics of others based on the pain they have caused us.  He is perfect, they just like us are imperfect.  He alone is good.


The Lineage of Grace Series by Francine Rivers
It was neat to see the author's perspective on the lives of the 5 women named in Matthew's genealogy of Christ.  I loved how the author portrayed some of these women, but others left me with something to be desired.  However, in the introduction and after each story the author reminded us that this was a fictional account based on her viewpoint of it, she provided a short Bible study so the reader could gain true insight on each woman based on the true source -the Bible - not merely on the author's perceptive.  


The Best Worst Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson
See My Thoughts Here


A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
About every three years I read this story and I just love it!  I love how Scrooge is redeemed in the story and reminded that the true meaning of Christmas should be held in hearts and exhibited through our actions all yearlong. 


Well, those were my reads in 2010.  I'm thankful for what God taught me in reading each of them (even the lessons like maybe jumping on the bandwagon isn't always worth the ride).


I look forward to reading more great books in 2011.  I have my list set based on what I currently own (I'm trying to read the books that have been sitting on my shelf waiting for me to read before I purchase any new ones).  But I would love to hear what books you read in 2010 and they blessed your lives :)


*I am in no way, shape, or form a book reviewer.  These are merely my thoughts and opinions based on my likes, my preferences, and well me.  

Fifty-Two and Fifty-Three

December 30, 2010

An unexpected power outage kept me from posting my thankful #52.  But that's one of my thankful fors for yesterday.  I have two, but who says I can't be thankful for more than one thing :)

Fifty-Two A
Well, as I said I'm quite thankful that my family was home yesterday and not out galavanting.  With the variations in temperature (it's gone from the high 70s to the 40s to the 60s to the 30s to the 50s to the 20s and now it's on it's way back up again) we have been experiencing lately my head felt as if it was going to implode yesterday.  I felt someone stuck my head in c-wrench and began tightening.  I had decided that I would just take it easy and about 3 pm I was about to turn on Prince Caspian and try and sleep off this headache.  Just before I went to press play the power went out.  But not in the way I normally expect the power to go out.  No this time it went out with a bang.  And it flickered back on only to boom and bang again.

Mom yells, "Start unplugging everything!"  The power continued to flicker like what you would see in a haunted house...like the ghosts of Mr. and Mrs. Sprinkle (the original owners) came to haunt us for all the updates we had made to their house like removing the yellow/green shag carpet and the fuzzy textured wallpaper.

TVs, lamps, DVD players, computers, Christmas trees, phones all quickly unplugged.

When Mom entered her room the TV was smoking - not a good sign.

When Dad checked the power meter outside it was smoking - again not a good sign.

Dad rushed to flip the main breaker off.

Phone calls were made to the power company and a local electrician.  The conclusion the power meter had blown triggering the outage.

As the sun began to set the house began to darken and a chill began to set in.  Mom started pulling out the hurricane gear - the flashlights, the lanterns, and the hurricane candles (aka the tall Catholic communion candles with pictures of the Virgen Mary and Jesus on them - though we're probably considered sacrilegious since the pictures have been removed) - but since there were no hurricanes to come our way this year we were limited on working flashlights and candles.  She was now contemplating whether or not to make reservations at the local Holiday Inn.

Mom said, "Why couldn't this have happened at like 10 am!"

I replied, "Well, this sure makes a better story! We'll pretend we're riding out a hurricane or that we're pioneers venturing out on the wild frontier."  This really makes a good story when my dad starts embellishing it...he had to roll on the ground to avoid the smoke, grab the flaming hot TV with his fire retardant ove-glove, while attempting to save the baby (by baby I'm assuming he means one of the dogs since we don't have one).

About time all the working lanterns and flashlights were out and all the hurricane/Catholic candles lit when God said there was light again in the Munro household.

I'm thankful we were home for this because had no one been home to turn off the main breaker the house could have burnt down.  I know it's just stuff, but having to rebuild a lifetime of memories contained in that house would be hard (when I say lifetime I mean the stuff like pictures that are irreplaceable).  But thankfully, God had us in the right place in the right time and He provided the light when we needed it!  We have a few fried appliances, electronics, and outlets but thankfully no one was hurt and the house is still standing.


Hurricane/Catholic Candles minus Jesus and the Virgen Mary plus the only working flashlight and lantern - like I said no hurricanes to prepare for this year = no hurricanes supplies!
We still had Christmas candles out - decorations serving double roles :)
I wish I could say this purpose was to illuminate the Nativity and reveal the Light of the World, but we were really just trying have enough light to see when we walked in the front door.

Fifty-Two B
One of my favorite things in the world...getting mail!  Ever since I was a kid I love to go and check the mailbox and see what the mailman/woman brought to us each day.  I get disappointed on neglected holidays like Labor Day and Veterans' Day when I go to check the mail and only to open it and find nothing at all.  

And when I say I love to get mail I love to get all types of mail - well except junky classifieds and bills.  But I love to magazines and I enjoy the missionary updates I get from several missionary friends.  In college I used to get accused of getting stuff online in order to simply get something in the mail, and I'll be honest I may have ordered some things simply to be able to open my mailbox and have a package.  I especially love to get mail from my dear family and friends.  Nothing makes my day more to get a letter or package from a dear friend or family member. 

So yesterday not only did I get mail from one of my best friends, it was international mail which makes my heart super super happy!  I thankful for friends who take time to send me mail!  I'm thankful the mail that was send (an amazing CD by Vicky Beeching - she sings my favorite song "Twenty-Six Summers" - and I'm pretty sure this CD will be one of my favorites as it's amazing!)!  I'm thankful for the blessing of an amazing friendship which thankfully continues despite the separating distance of an ocean.  

Fifty-Three
I'm thankful for wonderful friends who though they are far away took a few minutes to remind me how much they love me and how much they miss me...because I love and miss those girls something awful!  It was incredible to catch up with them for a little bit and hear their laughter.  I continue to be blessed by their friendship even though the state of Georgia and South Carolina refuse to move so we can be closer!


Fifty-One

December 28, 2010

I'm thankful that on December 27, 1985  - 25 years ago today - a young couple with the intention of driving to Miami, FL to spend the New Year with his parents decided to make a pitstop at the courthouse in Morehead City, NC.  I'm thankful that some lady named Gloria was there to serve as the stand-in witness since their witness was not able to leave the Coast Guard base that morning.  I'm thankful for that couple and that they eloped 25 years ago (I'm partially thankful because it's great story where they told his parents that night but waited several months before telling hers...but then what could her say as she did come from a long line of elopers since her parents, almost all her aunts and uncles, and I'd almost bet money her grandparents, too, had eloped).

Happy 25th Anniversary Mom and Daddy!!

I have one other thankful for for today...

I'm thankful to have been able to spend an afternoon and evening with my wonderful and amazing friend, Caroline Grey!  She's in Orlando for the bowl game tomorrow where NC State will kick West Virginia's butt and since she was so close I had to drive up and see her :)  It was so great catching up and I am so blessed and encouraged by her always!  She's definitely on my list of my most favorite people in the world!

I'm so thankful to have spend time with her because well, we're friends like that! (The summer prior to my junior year of at GWU I had spend a month in Costa Rica.  I bought this cute little bracelets to give to my friends while I was there.  I gave Nikki Rice hers and she asked who the others were for.  I named off some people and then mentioned that one was for Caroline.  Nikki gave me a perplexed look and said "Oh, really? I didn't realize you and Caroline were friends like that." Apparently, Caroline and I hadn't gone public enough with our friendship the previous school year.  So we definitely made sure to declare loudly that we were in fact friends like that!)


Fifty

December 26, 2010

As I read the Sunday comics I came across this one.  My mom said it reminded her of someone.  I guess it does describe my post-Christmas attitude.



I'm thankful for December 26th.

Yes, I know it's kind of an odd thing to be thankful for.  But I am truly thankful for December 26th. And not just December 26, 2010, but all December 26ths.

As a kid and admittedly even now at age 22,  the December 26th always denotes a certain sadness.  I mean the growing anticipation and magic that is felt all December long kind of evaporates into thin air at the stroke of midnight, the ringing in of the 26th.  I mean of all the days on the calendar I think I would hate to be the 26th because at least if you're an ordinary day the rest of the year you don't have to follow Christmas.  I know that the 26th is Boxing Day because my dear Welsh friends are celebrating that today and my planner says it with Canada in parentheses.  But to be honest I have no idea what Boxing Day is and I have never met someone in the US who celebrates it (guess that's why my planner has Canada in parentheses) - though some of the circulars today claimed Boxing Day sales.  So for the 26th is always the day after Christmas.  The reminder that Christmas has come and gone once again and we'll have to wait another year to celebrate again.

But wait...

The 26th is something to be thankful because for as long as I can remember (well except the years we've traveled after Christmas) the 26th has been a day of rest.  We pile so much into the Christmas season.  We try and do some much.  That by the time Christmas rolls around we're exhausted, but the 26th brought a chance to rest - physically, spiritually, and emotionally.  It was a chance to unwind and reflect. A chance to slow down and enjoy just being.  Being with loved ones.  Being with the One who loves.

And for me the 26th is the reminder that though Christmas day is over there is still reason to celebrate.  Because the Baby whose birth we celebrated yesterday life went on far past the shepherds and wise men coming to visit.  The Baby was  dedicated at the temple and declared by a prophet and prophetess to be the salvation of the world but also be a "sign that is opposed...so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed" (Luke 2:22-35).  While still a mere babe He escaped to Egypt so He would be spared from the wrath of an evil and jealous king.  He grew up.  He had followers.  He preached mighty words - words confusing to those who heard, words opposite what you might except from the Messiah - but words meant to bring life abundant, life eternal, life with the Father.  He heals the sick.  Makes the lame to walk.  Opens the eyes of the blind.  He fellowships not with the religious leaders, but brakes bread with the prostitutes, tax-collectors, and unclean.  He walks on water and turns water into wine.  He breaks the bread and pours the wine.  He has His body broken, His crimson blood spilled out.  His chosen people chose someone else to be free and torment and murder Him upon a cross.  His body is put into another's tomb.  And 3 days later...He rose.  He came as a helpless baby and willing took up His cross and died upon it...but He rose...He ascended into heaven and He lives!  The message of hope that came down in Christmas is not contained for one day.  The 26th is the reminder that the I celebrate Him each and every day.

Though the presents are all opened and trash taken out, as we try to find room in the closets and drawers for things.  Though the tree will soon be delighted and all the ornaments unhung.   Though the Christmas music fades away.  And though we will soon put away the manger scenes...this is not the end of the celebration.  His birth is not the end.  His life.  His death.  His resurrection.  The hope He brings.  The life He transforms.  The love He gives.  The fact that He is with us.  The fact that one day will we praise Him forever in heaven.  ALL of these are reasons to celebrate!

I am thankful for the 26th and that the celebration of my Beloved continues on.

Thanks to God for this gift too wonderful for words!
2 Corinthians 9:15

Forty-Nine - Merry Christmas :D


I'm thankful for Christmas.


I'm thankful for time with family that I hold dear.



I'm thankful for the Love that came down on Christmas day.  The Love sent to redeem and captivate the hearts of the lost.  The Love which left everything for nothing.  The Love which took on all our sin and all our pain.  The God who became human.  The Life that conquered death.  The Salvation and the Way made for all.  The Peace which forever reigns.  I'm thankful for the One who calls me His beloved.  I am my beloved's and my Beloved is mine...I'm thankful that He came today and forever.  I'm thankful for Immanuel - God with us.

Merry CHRISTmas :D


The angel said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David's town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you're to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger."


 At once the angel was joined by a huge angelic choir singing God's praises:

   Glory to God in the heavenly heights,
   Peace to all men and women on earth who please him.


 As the angel choir withdrew into heaven, the sheepherders talked it over. "Let's get over to Bethlehem as fast as we can and see for ourselves what God has revealed to us." They left, running, and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in the manger. Seeing was believing. They told everyone they met what the angels had said about this child. All who heard the sheepherders were impressed.

 Mary kept all these things to herself, holding them dear, deep within herself. The sheepherders returned and let loose, glorifying and praising God for everything they had heard and seen. It turned out exactly the way they'd been told!
Luke 2:10-20



Forty-Eight

December 25, 2010




The Best Worst Christmas Pageant Ever tells the story of the year the Herdman children decide they are going to participate in the annual church Christmas pageant.  The Herdman children are not the typical church-going children, with perfect manners and peaceful demeanors (actually as I think about it I know few children that fit that description and I know that I don't fit that description even now haha).  The Herdmans have the reputation for being the worst children ever.  All 6 of them smoke, steal, burn things down, beat up other kids, and the list goes on and on. 

They start coming to church because they heard that there were free refreshments at Sunday School (that was an exaggeration).  Even at church they don't behave as they're supposed to - they draw in the Bibles, steal from the offering, and smoke cigars in the bathroom.  Then they hear about the Christmas pageant and decide they are going to be the stars.  And since no one is crazy enough to challenge a Herdman for a role all 6 of them are cast as the leads.  

Everyone deems that this year's Christmas pageant will be the worst ever with the uncouth and unmannered Herdmans as the stars.  But something strangely beautiful takes place as this unconventional Christmas pageant unfolds.

It starts when the pageant director must share the entire Christmas story with them because they had never heard it.  I grew up in the church and a Christian home and I don't remember a time in my life when I couldn't have recited the Christmas story forwards and backwards and probably even sideways.  But imagine if you had never heard the Christmas story before...

Imagine that someone on the street comes up to and says man I've got a story to tell you and it's about a pregnant woman - and by pregnant I mean like 9 months ready to burst pregnant - and her husband who have just arrived in town after a long, tedious journey and  the local hotel can't even find them a room.   So they stick them in the barn with the animals.  I don't imagine that flying too well nowadays.  But they literally stuck this poor couple in the barn.  And to make matters even worse this poor pregnant girl goes into labor in the barn and she gives birth to her son in the barn.  I mean think about the story that way.  It's pretty appalling.  And that's what the Herdmans think.  They are ready to go and beat up the innkeeper or run him into the next county.   

But then they were told about the wise men.  The pageant director says they were like kings.  When she tells them what wise men brought and explains what the gifts were, the Herdmans were also disgusted at those.  One of them exclaims at the thought of giving Jesus oil, "Oil! What kind of cheap king hands out oil as a present?"  They don't think oil was good enough for Jesus.  So on the night of the pageant guess what they bring to give the baby Jesus.  Not the gold, the frankincense, or the myrrh.  They bring Jesus their Christmas ham!  The Herdmans who have never given anything to anybody give Jesus a ham because they think that was a better gift.  They gave from their heart.  

On the night of the pageant Imogene and Ralph Herdman who plays Mary and Joseph come in bewildered and in less than perfect appearance.  And it suddenly occurs to the narrator of the book (one of the children in the pageant) "that this was just the way it must have been for the real Holy Family, stuck away in a barn by people who didn't much care what happened to them.  They couldn't have been very neat and tidy either, but more like this Mary and Joseph." And when Imogene goes to put Jesus in the manger she gives him two big pats on the back like he was fussy or something.  Little Alice Wendelken - who has always been Mary in the previous pageants - is appalled at this and whispers to the narrator that "it's not nice to burp the baby Jesus as if He had colic" and the she wonders if Jesus could have even had colic.  The narrator goes onto to say, "He could have had colic, or been fussy, or hungry like any other baby.  After all, that was the whole point of Jesus - that He didn't come down on a cloud like something out of "Amazing Comics," but that He was born and lives...a real person."

And when Gladys Herdman, who plays the angel who announces the birth of Jesus to the shepherds, loudly yells, "'Hey! Unto you a Child is born!... as if it was, for sure, the best news in the world."

I'm so thankful for this humorous children's story because in the mist of the humor it paints the message of Christmas...

That Jesus came for all.  That unto you a Child is born!  He didn't come to the religious.  His birth was proclaimed to poor shepherds and foreign wisemen.  Not the pharisees and the ones who kept the law.  The Herdmans were the heathens.  No one in the church wanted them there or expected them to do anything but ruin the pageant.  But in the mist of their changes from the norm, they showed that Christ came for them.  

As Alice Wendelman kept record of all the wrongs they committed, writing down each of their sins, she reminds us that we can hear the Christmas story but not experience it.  She felt that you had to be a certain way in order to be in the church.  She and others in the church were appalled at the Herdmans' behavior - forgetting that they had never been in church before.  Alice keeps missing the point as she looked at the faults of the Herdmans.  When the pageant director tells them of how Herod tried to kill Jesus the Herdmans what to go and kill Herod (they're kind of angry that there is not Herod in their pageant because they want to beat him up because he tried to kill Jesus).  One of the Herdmans who plays the wise man asks, "What if we went back and told on the baby?"  The narrator has quite  a thought after this question.  "No Jesus...ever."  But it becomes clear others do catch on, especially Alice. Alice proclaims, "I don't think it's very nice to talk about the baby Jesus being murdered."  I think she forgot what happens when the baby grows up.  She wants this romanticized beautiful picture of Jesus that wasn't messy.  But Jesus' whole life was messy.  He moved into our mess.  When He came He didn't come into the perfection and fine living...he came into the mess, the dirtiness, the scandal.  Alice misses this.  She hears but dosesn't experience.  Imogene hears and experiences.  Alice leaves the pageant believing it was ruined.  Imogene leaves renewed.  At the end of the pageant Imogene is crying.  Crying because the love of Christ shown at Christmas has invaded into her heart.  

I thankful for the message of Christ offered in this book.  The message that a child has been born for you and for me.  That came into the world in an unconventional, scandalous way so that ALL could come to the Father.  



Who has believed our message
and to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?
He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before her shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.
By oppression and judgment he was taken away.
And who can speak of his descendants?
For he was cut off from the land of the living;
for the transgression of my people he was stricken.
He was assigned a grave with the wicked,
and with the rich in his death,
though he had done no violence,
nor was any deceit in his mouth.
Yet it was the LORD’s will to crush him and cause him to suffer,
and though the LORD makes his life a guilt offering,
he will see his offspring and prolong his days,
and the will of the LORD will prosper in his hand.
After the suffering of his soul,
he will see the light [of life] and be satisfied;
by his knowledge my righteous servant will justify many,
and he will bear their iniquities.
Therefore I will give him a portion among the great,
and he will divide the spoils with the strong,
because he poured out his life unto death,
and was numbered with the transgressors.
For he bore the sin of many,
and made intercession for the transgressors.
Isaiah 53


Who, being in very nature God,
   did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
rather, he made himself nothing
   by taking the very nature of a servant,
   being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
   he humbled himself
   by becoming obedient to death—
      even death on a cross!
Philippians 2:6-8


Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!
"My Jesus" by Todd Agnew

Forty-Seven

December 24, 2010

I am my own worst critique.  And today I was at my worse.

I kept analyzing different situations that have happened recently and I became so frustrated and upset with myself.  I found myself so angry at myself.

I kept having these thoughts...You're so irresponsible lately and such a procrastinator.  You're not dependable lately.  You don't love others  and you're mean to them.  You're impatient  You don't trust God enough. You're not a good steward of what God's given you. You're not making a difference.  You're presence here doesn't matter.   You're not good enough or pretty enough.  You're a failure.  You don't deserve any of this.

I continued have these thoughts today.  I over and over again.  The scary thing is the voice who said them was mine. I believed them.  I was so upset with myself.  I was having feelings that I haven't felt in a long time.

And then these lyrics from a Shane & Shane song came blaring loudly over my accusations...


The father of lies
Coming to steal
Kill and destroy
All my hopes of being good enough
I hear him saying cursed are the ones
Who can’t abide
He’s right
Alleluia he’s right!

The devil is preaching
The song of the redeemed
That I am cursed and gone astray
I cannot gain salvation
Embracing accusation

Could the father of lies
Be telling the truth
Of God to me tonight?
If the penalty of sin is death
Then death is mine
I hear him saying cursed are the ones
Who can’t abide
He’s right
Alleluia he’s right!

And then even louder this last part of the song rang in my ears...

Singing the first verse so conveniently over me
He’s forgotten the refrain

Jesus saves!


When the enemy spoke those lies to me, when I dwelled on the lies and believed, I forgot the Truth.  But the enemies lies do speak truth.  

I have made mistakes lately.  A lot of them.  And the thing is as much I will try not to make them in the future I will make mistakes tomorrow and the next day and the next.  But God is at work in me.  Sometimes the changes seem minuscule.  And some lessons are taking longer to learn than others but He's not finished with me yet.  

And you know I don't trust God with my whole heart.  But He's showing me each day that His ways are amazing and that the desires He's placed within will bloom in His perfect timing.  As He leads me holding tightly to my hand He continues to show me that the beauty is often found more so in the journey than in the destination...though my final destination will be absolutely glorious when I am finally face to face with Him.

I do believe God is using me.  I won't be discouraged by that anymore because I know that's a lie.  But I pray I won't become proud in that...that my heart will always cry out that I am an unworthy servant who only did her duty.  

My presence here matters because God has called me here...and He says I matter.

And of course I'm not good enough.  I never will be.  I'm not good.  Only He is good.  Any good within me...that's Him, definitely not me.  

I am fearfully and wonderfully made :)

I don't mind failing...I don't mind being weak.  When I am weak then He is strong.

I don't deserve any of this.  I don't.  But it's not about deserving.  That's why it's called grace.  Grace abundant. 

I can't earn salvation.  I don't deserve it.  I'll never be worthy of it.  And in his attempts to keep me down, the enemy remind me that salvation is a gift.  A gift of grace.  

Jesus saves.  Jesus saves me.  He came down as a baby to grow up and save me.  Not because of who I am or what I can or cannot do...but because of who HE IS!  

I am thankful that He saves.  I embrace the accusation with the Truth.  Jesus Saves.

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.  For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.
John 3:16-17

She will give birth to a Son, and you are to give Him the name Jesus because He will save His people from their sins.
Matthew 1:21


"Embracing Accusation" by Shane & Shane
 
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