Thursday, December 30, 2010

Update



"This... is Berk. It snows 9 months of the year and sleets the other 3. The food is hardy, tough, and tasteless; the people more so."


This is one of the closing lines of "How to Train your Dragon," and pretty much all of the descriptions - minus dragon slaying - you can apply to the area my parents are currently located in. To many southerners chagrine, we haven't settled in any one place long enough for me to say with confidence that I'm 'from' there.


But be that as it may, my most formative years were in California and New Mexico, so apparently I have the driving skills of a maniac and the social skills of one who is scary yet endearing at the same time.


I've been home since November, and its been fun reconnecting with family, reading what I want, when I want with no assignments or quizzes following, cooking up a storm (my mom keeps asking why and how I've gotten so 'domestic.' I think it comes of having a myriad of friends from various cultures who all have exotic spices and fun mixtures, and wanting to combine them and see how they turn out. The plus is that, since they are from developing countries, they require healthy foods. A little more pricey than the usual menu my family has been keeping, but not so much that they discourage me when I start banging pots and pans around), having small people to tickle whenever the occaision calls for it, and observations to swap with mom and dad.

We went rock climbing as a family and then toured "Falls Park' and their annual Christmas-light display on the 23, went to a candle light service then did advent on the 24, Christmas morning as a family and then a friend from Dad's bible stuy who is also from the Ivory Coast for lunch/dinner.


The 26th we celebrated my birthday, and the fun thing was ont he 27th mom found more presents stashed away somewhere so I had a second birthday :-)


It snowed and snowed and snowed, which has been fun, but it got warm, which was nice. HOwever I didn't realize it was nice and warm outside yesterday. "Ah, no worries. I'll just go play in the snow tomorrow." HOwever today is tomorrow and I am looking outside to PUDDLES as the darn RAIN clouds assist in melting away the playing material. The forecast for the next 3 days is sleet and rain. I am not happy.


Ethan has a whooping-ish cough so he and I are home today while Mom and the others go grocery shopping. When we have several-day-storm-forecasts, we stock up and burrow. Rather fitting, as Ethan is reading "Redwall" and all about mice and moles and rabbits stocking up and feasting. *sigh*


Speaking of which, I should go refill his tea and drag him out of the world of talking animals and into the land of human interaction of some sort. He likes it when I read Redwall outloud, as I like to do funny voices and accents for the various characters. The trouble is I have to START the books so I know which voice to assign which character, and he hands me a half-devoured tomb of Jaques'. When I tell him this dilemma, he grins endearingly and says, "Oh I'll just TELL you what voices to give them!" Great. I am now your own, personal, 'do it at home' radio theatre. I think not! I choose my own voices, sir!!


Just over one more week of break before I head back to the 'Ville for Jterms and a new semester. I'm excited about all my classes, just not about diving back into the grind of working 15 hours a week and taking 5 classes. But it must be done to graduate on time and pay the bills. So I grind away.


New Years resolution is to be ORGANIZED this semseter, and have a healthy balance between homework and socializing. Thats it. Its a big one though, so waggle your fingers at me not. I made last years resolution which was to start working out. Again, no schedule, but I do it regularly, special thanks to my friend Emmanuela, who is from Cameroon, and a work-out-addict. :-)


The boy has roused. I'm listening to "The Last Samurai" soundtrack, and he is bouncing around making battle noises and taking Samurai pozes and stances, waving an imaginary saber. *sigh* Must off to smack him back down into resting towards healthiness (not literally!!)



Saturday, December 18, 2010

Reminiscenses, Rabbits, and Rickshaw essays

I always mentally refer to them as 'the Tornado kids."
Thats because whatever room they've been in, it looks like a tornado went through there.
The last time I walked into a room they had subjected to their energy, we found soda spilled on the table and the floor, its carton woefully crunched in the middle of the table; cereal that I had bought for the morning scattered everywhere with the wrappers tossed about, bread crumbs sprinkled around, and various clothes articles dropped here and there. And that was just the kitchen.
Ramona and I took turns snarling while we cleaned up the carnage and tried to figure out what we were going to eat, because our plans for dinner had been scarfed down amidst the sprinkling and spilling and scattering.
However, the three Caba kids did have redeeming qualities. When I saw them next and almost boxed their ears, they all pulled the Compassion Poster Child look and Smiles International grins and cooed their apologies along with offering the small peace offering tokens, promising to be good children. I think there might have even been some flowers involved.
None of them were biologically related yet they all somehow ended up with similar eyes and their voices sounded the same. It was funny because none of them were even from the same ethnicity let alone family. But they all referred to Corina as 'Mami" and all were slightly afraid of the oldest, Ramona (one of my best friends in Romania) and all were high energy, loud, bossy, funny, and had a talent for causing chaos wherever they went but were so sincerely charming and remorseful when caught.
One time when I was there, Sarah was quite put out that I was only staying for a few days. The last time she had seen me I had stayed six months. Corina and Ramona were dissapointed but understood that Mission trips have to be scheduled around the Mission, not the trip, and there weren't any kids at the orphanage or really anything that I could help with other than drinking coffee with Corina and talking and laughing. (Sometimes just reminding people in Ministry that there are level-headed people who don't hate you or aren't out to kill you or swindle you can be very ministering)
Anyway Sarah kept interuppting to ask why I was only staying a few days. My Romanian grammer is awful and my vocabulary comes and goes and often is confused with Hungarian that I also speak when in Transylvania. But the Caba kids were always very patient and, for the most part, pursued understanding with me and didn't manipulate the language barrier to their own ends.
I tried to explain that I was going to college in the fall and needed to go home after working with the Gypsy church plants so I could spend a little more time with my family and make money. The big take away for Sarah was that I needed money. So she scampered off, emptied her piggy bank, and returned with two fistfulls of coinage.
"Is this enough?" She asked, her brown eyes doe-like and pitiful.
Corina explained that I needed DOLLARS, not Romanian coins, and that certainly wasn't enough, please stop interrupting. Sarah sighed and left Corina and I to finish our conversation.
Today I got on Yahoo chat and saw Corina's ID online. I haven't talked with her for a while and hoped it was her online, but it turned out to be her youngest, David.
He wanted me to go Skiing with them after Christmas.
Now skiing in Transylvania sounds like something I would L-O-V-E to do, however not something financially possible at this point in life.
David REALLY really wanted me to come. He even offered to dip into his savings for a new bike and help pay for the ticket.
I thanked him for the generous offer, however the bike fund amounted to about a twentieth of the ticket cost, or simply the fees the airlines charge for checked baggage these days.
He was VERY dissapointed I couldn't use his bike money.
I've been really missing Romania the last few months. The magenta landscapes, the friendly villagers, the curious traditions and mindsets, the beautiful language, the good food, the quaint coffee shops and stores, my friends scattered throughout the countryside.
The trouble has been the last year my family and I have been put through the wringer on several leves. I'm sensing the season of pain is coming to a close, and its left us sort of gasping for a breath. I'm just tired. A couple of people have asked me where I want to go and what I want to do and my answer has been mentally, "Move successfully from survival mode to thrive mode!!!"
Its just been a long season of rearranging priorities and mindsets and worldviews and misunderstandings and clearing up arguments and realizing stuff about myself and trying to repent and mature and apologize and make up and justify or figure out etc.
It would be so nice to go back to the village; the place where Time moves in a circle instead of a line and certain things don't change no matter what. Where I can just wander and observe.
My grades have been slipping the last two semesters and a couple of people have told me I need to slow down. The trouble is my scholarship ends at the end of spring 2012, so I've been trying to decide between continuing the pattern of blasting through or taking it a little more slowly, adding another year, and doing things WELL. Both options have about the same amount of pro's and con's. Its been bugging me for a couple of months now, and there's no clear answer in sight.
All that to say, I'd really like to pack my family up and escape to the land of the Tornado Kids.

Barring that, I'd like my exhaustion towards books to go away so I could get focused on reading for my J-term (the Theology has been a painful blend of infatuation and apathy for me the last week). Or at least finish Elisabeth Elliot's biography on Amy Carmichael - which I've been working on since summer. So far my response to books has been to blithely ignore it and watch DVD episodes of "NCIS" with mom three-at-a-time. ;-)

Anyhoo. It was fun chatting in Romanian with David. Now I need to go find my brother so he can show me which trees on the property need 'wrapped'. Not with Christmas paper, with this guaze-type-stuff designed to keep away rabbits and deer.

Apologies to those who have wanted me to post more regularly on here. However, my attitude towards the written word in general has been one of classic burn-out. The 25-page paper I had to write the last week of school kinda took it out of me for a while. :-)
Will try to do better, however the computer is in high demand as my 16-year-old brother is also trying to finish chemistry homework, and the 10 year old has had multiple research papers to write on Vikings, Copper, and Rickshaws. He's writing 1-page essays and I am highly envious. I have mostly upper-level classes next semester; I'm looking forward to all of them, but I'm also expecting plenty of papers due for them all. And they won't be little piddle-ee-dink one pagers either.

~Princess Ouch~

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

What I would have said

The last two weeks has been a flurry of funeral, festivities, and freaking out. Funeral for my Grandpa (Mom's dad). Festivities for Thanksgiving and greetings relatives that I had seen a year ago at Aunt Sue's funeral (Mom's older sister) and didn't think I'd see for another five years; as well as long lost cousins of my mom's who she didn't think she'd ever seen again and hadn't seen since she was 20. Freaking out as my family minus dad crashed at my apartment, ate, went to TN for the funeral, came back, and I tried to get finals (that I didn't study for) done, finish papers, find rides down to TN, ask for an extension, get my apartment somewhat clean, return sleeping bags and pillows, pack for South Dakota, say goodbye to those I could, and then drive with family to South Dakota. Only to realize once I reached here that my packing had been done in the mindset of college girl and not in the mindset of farm girl. My 16 year old brother graciously offered to loan me whatever jeans and t-shirts I wanted. However, the dear boy has no hips. Therefore jeans = don't fit.
. And on top of all of this, trying to push off processing the fact that Grandpa is no longer there on the edge of my peripheral vision, with his random appearances every year or so into my life.
Most funerals you get to say something about the departed, especially if you are related to the deceased. However, for whatever reason, this funeral didn’t have any of that. So I am now going to take some time to pretend that we are back in the Episcopalian church where Grandpa attended the last few years of his life and pretend that I have the microphone in front of the black clad crowd. And I am going to say what I would have liked to say, or the gist of it anyway, and in typical 21st century send it out into the void of cyberspace where it will do very little good but at least get it out of my head.

I was able to see Grandpa this summer, which was really fun. After we got over the awkward fifteen minutes of, “Well, we are related yet we somehow don’t really know each other’” we were able to start swapping stories, comparing movie opinions, playing the piano for one another, and looking at herbs and flowers in his garden.
I have been described as eccentric the last few years, and sort of wondered where I got it from. But visiting Grandpa this summer sort of cleared that up. He was loud, dramatic, loved oddities of culture, history and religion, tried new foods and cooking methods regularly, and when he dropped me off for my friend to take me back to camp, clean forgot to put on his shoes. We stood in the parking lot of a restaurant with Grandpa barefoot, laughing at something I had said and exuding charm and good manners at my friend, who apparently never noticed the lack of shoes.
He and Grandma, who passed away in 1999, loved to travel. The more you traveled, the higher you climbed in their ladder of estimation. The more cultures and languages you had under your belt, the more prepared you were to grab life by the horns and wrestle all the fun possible out of it.
They weren’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination. The ability to depend on them and their consistency levels were about nil, because they were too busy having fun in their various ways. And heaven help you if you got on their bad side. However, as a grandchild, I was protected by cuteness and the wonderful forces of nature which make grandparents biologically susceptible to grandchildren’s doe eyes and alligator tears.
Grandpa loved performances, of any kind. Whether it was me merely tinkering on his piano or my cousin delivering a speech at his mother’s funeral, Grandpa would offer hearty praise and edifying critique. Then he would ask if we wanted to improve, because he had a store of ideas for how we might do so. If we didn’t, though, he assured us that we were gifted and talented and he enjoyed the production very much.
After Aunt Sue’s funeral, we all crashed at her house. The boys stretched their long frames out on the couch and Mom and Monica dove into old photo albums, laughing and commenting on how people had grown and changed. Grandpa and I gave each other neck rubs and foot massages with some kind of ointment that filled the room with lemony, peppermint smells.
The day before his funeral we all gathered at the house he and his wife, Corinne, had shared for the last several years. Kendra and I pranked Monica by telling her Kendra was getting married when the unsuspecting cousin asked us what was new. Aaron and I took turns playing the Piano in between Uncle Mark and I discussing Eastern European culture and which languages we had learnt or were learning. I gave and Kristi a shoulder rub and Mom enveloped various cousins in bear hugs and commented on how they had grown while laughing with Monica about her difficult girls. At one point, Yahiya – ‘Grandma’ in Greek and Uncle Mark’s mother, but who we all call Yahiya and she calls us all sweetie – said, “Roy would have loved tonight. All the laughter and performances and the kids; it’s a party and he would have loved to be here and enjoy this.”
The evening after his funeral, we all gathered around the table in the kitchen with our various beverages and laughed long and loud about our crazy family. “Remember when you did this embarrassing thing and Grandpa said this” or “He did that and Grandma said this and then we all did such and such” stories were told. Some old ‘hush hush’ family secretes, and stories us Grandkids hadn’t known but the kids all did and had forgotten to tell us, or hadn’t wanted to before, or stuff we grandkids hadn’t thought to tell but the kids were shocked to hear, came out. And it was good and healthy and fun and loud. There was laughter and tears and cries of good natured indignation.

I’ve been really close to my Dad’s side of the family, and they have helped form and shape me into the person I am. They also love music, and traveling, and gardens. While my Grandma claims that any herbs I may sneak into the dishes when I cook for her are ‘grass and cow food’ she likes it in the long run, and what makes it especially nice is that they grew in the garden Grandpa has in the backyard. They occasionally do sporadic stuff as well, such as when my Grandma heard of the Czech couple who were going to just arrive in the US and go backpacking and insisted they stay with her until they had sufficiently learned how America works.

But it was nice to get to know my Mom’s side of the family as well. The obnoxiality is a bit more loud and in your face, and you can always count on some kind of mishap to occur and words of indignation to be expressed and if it is loud and people overhear, so be it.

I’m not going to end with any remarks of Grandma and Grandpa watching down on us in love and pride, because that doesn’t follow what I see Scripture telling us about the afterlife. If one has made a profession of faith in Jesus Christ and accepted Him as Lord and Savior, then once one dies and goes to Heaven, one is too preoccupied with the majesty of God’s glory to heed anything happening in our fallen and depraved world. This makes the grief a bit harsher at first, because one must completely let go.
However, there’s no lingering or holding on to the past.
And honestly, Christ is sufficient.
So for the foundations of both sides of the family, I am grateful and proud, because they enable me to so much more effectively serve my Savior and live out convictions.
To the ones who are now in the past of my life and no longer in the present, I am grateful for what was, wish there had been more, and say farewell.
To those who have been in and out of my past and hopefully will reoccur in the pages of my future, it was fun despite the pain and I hope there is more fun to come.
To those who have always been there, I hope you will continue to be there for many more years to come.
And to Jesus, who has given and taken away all of this, I say, The learning curves have been steep and the road bumpy and the sky rainy for quite some time. Any time You want to let up… sooner rather than later would be nice! However, as deplorable as sanctification may be, I know You work all things together for Good. So Thank You. Although I might be saying that through clenched teeth every now and again.

The End.
Now I'm not sure if I've offended, and if so I humbly ask pardon. But as I said, those of my maternal side of the family are not ones to sugar coat what they think or feel, they just put it out there. So I'm merely following my genetic predisposition. :-) Which is inconsistant with my views of sanctification and biblical living, but thats a discussion for another day. :-)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Quick testimony

I hate writing book reports when you've only read half the book. The trouble is I LIKE all these books, I just don't have time to finish them. Doggonit. Anyway. I came across this cool story in my Political Science class and felt the need to share. I finished 1 book report. 3 to go tonight. *sigh* But I have successfully found warm meals for my family for tomorrow night and the morning after, and comfortable beds for all of them to sleep in. Now I just need to find a way to get to the funeral after I finish my horrible math final. AAAGH! Prayer please. I'm not going to sleep much this night.
Anyway here ya go. Hope you enjoy.

It was a Saturday evening in Belfast, September 25, 1982. As twenty-year-old Karen McKeown drove her mother, Pearl, home from a special service at their Protestant church, she was still humming the song the choir had sung: "I will enter into His courts with Praise."
mother and daughter talked about Karen's classes at Queen's University, Pearl's early shift the next morning at the hospital, the contact lens Karen had lost.
Pearl watched Karen, thinking her daughter had never looked prettier. Her dark hair was glossy and thick with a determined curl that karen spent much of her energy trying to tame. Her new white sweater and skirt set off her dark eyes and pale complexion beautifully. She has so much ahead of her, Pearl thought proudly.
Karen dropped off her mother at home, waved good-bye, and headed back to the church to help clean up for Sunday services. She pulled into the church parking lot, got out, and was locking the car when a young man appeared by her side.
"I want you to know that I'm going to shoot you," he said, placing a heavy pistol against the base of Karen's neck.
He pulled the trigger.
The bullet ripped into Karen's neck and tore through her spinal column. She collapsed onto the concrete, bleeding and paralyzed, unable to breathe. Her assailant ran away into the night.
Friends in the church ehard the crack of the gun and called the ambulance, which took Karen to the Royal Victoria Hospital. By the time Pearl and John McKeown arrived, their daughter was fighting for her life in intensive care.
Pearl refused to believe that Karen was the latest victim in Belfast's endless violence. Only as she sat day after day by her daughter's bedside, did the full implication dawn.
Karen could still communicate, and Pearl would lean close to her face as she mouthed her words. It was through those words that Pearl learned the answers to the bloody bitterness of Northern Ireland.
One afternoon when she arrived to visit, she found Karen propped up on several crisp white hospital pillows with tubes coming out of ehr throat, nose, and arms. Machines, screens, and dials monitored her every breath.
Karen's eyes brightened when she saw her mother. "Mum," she mouthed, "Could you squeeze my hands?"
Pearl gripped the slender fingers.
Karen's eyes fell. "I can't feel anything," she said. After a pause she continued,"But it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that we trust the Lord and never give the Devil a victory."
The inverted glass container of an intravenous tube was dripping a solution into Karen's veins, and the drug made her sleepy. Her eyelids batted a few times; then she drifted into sleep.
Pearl sat down in the armchair next to the bed, bowed her head, and wept. A few minutes later she looked up and discovered Karen awake again.
"Mum," she whispered, "you think you have troubles. But just think about the troubles his mum has.
When he said he was going to shoot me, I thought he was one of the boys from church, and i laughed," Karen continued. "It was as if the Lord put His arms around me. When I hit the ground I was still laughing."
Late that evening at home Pearl went into Karen's cluttered room and picked up her thick leather Bible. It had been a Christmas gift a year and a half earlier and was already worn, its pages marked with Karen's notes and underlinings. Pearl looked at the inside cover page where Karen had witten, "To be a brave disciple is to be a bond slave to Jesus Christ, and to find that His service is perfect freedom."
In teh book of Job she found more notes. "this is not an explanation but an inspiration. Job's soul was a battleground without his knowledge. Could this be the reason for suffering today? In all cases, God is supreme and just. The Devil functions within God's purpose." Karen's underlining clotted the chapters of Job. "Though he slay me, yet will I hope in Him.... You will lie down, and no one will make you afraid."
pearls eyes filled with tears. Here in her daughter's strong, square script were notes that clearly prefigured what had happened. If this is how Karen views suffering, Pearl thought, then this is how I must see what has happened to her.
Meanwhile, the forensic results came back from the crime lab; the bullet taken from karen's neck was from the same gun used to assassinate a prominent attorney. The gun could be traced to the INLA, the Irish National Liberation Army, a Catholic terrorist organization.
The next day Pearl went home, tired and frustrated, to pick up the mail before returning to Karen's bedside. A thin white envelope fell out of the stack of get-well cards and letters. The handwriting was unfamiliar. Her eyes went to the return address: Her Majesty's Prison, Magilligan.
She slit the envelope and unfolded the sheet inside. The writer explained that he had heard about Karen's attack through a Bible stud in his prison. He was, he said, an ex-INLA prisoner who had become a Christian. he was no longer a member of the organization responsible for Karen's attack, but he wanted to ask Mrs. McKeown's forgiveness and permission to pray for Karen. Would she mind?
Pearl stared at the letter in her hand. The signature read "Liam McCloskey." she thought about ehr daughter's peaceful face, about the underlined verses in her Bible, and about her forgiving spirit and absolute trust in Christ. She realized Karen would welcome this man's request.
Pearl jotted a quick note to Liam McCloskey, enclosing an old photograph of karen and telling him a little about her daughter and her faith.
...One autumn evening as the men in the Magilligan Bible study met for prayer, a young girl named Karen McKeown headed their list. Dr. Holley had told them the week before about the young Protestant girl who had been shot by the INLA. Their prayer list always contained victims of the Troubles, but Liam had felt a special responsibility for Karen's suffering. He had written to her mother.
"I head from Mrs. McKeown," Liam said, passing Karen's picture around the circle. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about her."
The group bowed their heads and joined hands. Then, one by one, the former terrorists - Catholic and Protestant - prayed for Karen McKeown and her family, asking that God heal this latest young victim of Belfast's violence.
Liam closed the prayer with the words he ahd first prayed during his months on the hunger strike. "Not ours, Lord, but Thy will be done."

By the end of her second week in the hospital, Karen slept a little more each day. Pearl treasured the moments she was awake. By the third week, meningitis set in, and Karen slipped into a coma.
Then, early one morning while the rain fell outside the hospital windows, Pearl watched her daughter die.
Shortly after that, another letter arrived from Liam McCloskey.
"Pearl, we make strange friends in this troubled land. It is to the glory of God and He who makes it possible. Remember John 8:51, 'And I tell you most solemly. Whoever keeps My Word will never see death.' Karen has left us, and even though it was no choice of mine, yet you can make a conscious decision in your own mind to see it as a gift of God. Your beautiful daugher to our beautiful Father who knows best. Surely the peace of Christ will be yours."

(Later, when Liam was released from prison and was speaking at a Prison Fellowship meeting)

Pearl climbed the stage steps and walked slowly toward Liam, arms outstretched. They hugged. Then Pearl held Liam's hand as she tearfully explained how Karen's death had been to God's glory.
"Liam told me his prayer is now that of St. Francis," she said. " "Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is death, life. Where despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy." And Liam has been God's instrument of peace to me," she concluded in a chocked voice. "For he is the one who has showed me how to love God again."
By now tears glistened in many eyes as the audience strained to capture the incredible tableau: The two former terrorists, Catholic and Protestant, once sworn enemies, now standing together as brothers in Christ; the bereaved Protestant mother and the Catholic terrorist, holding hands.
Such is the reconciling power of God in Northern Ireland.

Charles Colson, God and Government: An Insider's View on the Boundaries Between Faith and Politics. Copyright 2007. Pages 394-396, 414-416

Finals week and funeral

Went to chapel on Tuesday and this was the sermon. It was interesting that the subject was death, as my dad called later in the day and told me that my Grandpa on my mom's side had passed away the night before from a brain anurism. Sudden and unexpected.

So the last twenty four hours has been a flury of coordinating with family out west about coming east, figuring out WHEN I'm going to get papers and finals done, going to work, trying not to loose it when people casually ask how my weeks been, figuring out when the funeral is, trying to remember to eat, etc.

Special thanks to all my friends at school and co workers who have been so understanding and compassionate the last 24 hours. I'm pretty sure I've been acting wacky. An odd mixture of stress, focus, and simply trying to blow off through swapping stupid humerous stories.

Am off to try and get four book reports done. Am drowning my sorrows in a cup of delicious cardamum-infused black tea from the iraqi store with whole milk and sugar.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Crunch time

I hate cell phones.
And I hate texting.

The reason I say this is this: Because of texting, two friends - one related and one not - are able to text me at 6:30 AM every other day this week, randomly saying 'Hi' and how much they appreciate me, thereby shutting off my alarm clock on my phone, enabling me to sleep through my 8am class of which I now have only 1 skip left before I fail the class.
Texting also allows my work to find me no matter where I am and inform me that, as one co-worker has the flu, and work now has a new policy of 'find your own replacement or work despite all adverse circumstances' if I don't come in, flu-infested-coworker will be making sandwiches.
now, neither of these things would be that big of a deal, except that I have been studying until 1am all this week trying to get stupid reading reports and weekly hermeneutic papers formatted correctly, and STILL haven't gotten the (at least) four books read that i then have to write book reviews on. Nor is this including time I must spend studying for Dr. Nazi's Final and Mrs. Math's second quiz and two weeks later the final.
Oh, and speaking of math, I HAVE to write this dumb extra-credit paper or else risk failing the class, because Amazon sort of forgot to send the textbook and my friend has generously lent me her math book when we can coordinate it, which isn't every week. Due to the laws of evilness out there, the weeks we CAN get homework done are not the weeks our dear professor collects homework. The weeks I'm unable to get math done just happen to be the weeks she collects.
But wait, there's more. The extra-credit paper is on Pierre de Fermat's final Theorem. Now, the only information I can find is some math hot-shots over-complicated explanation online riddled with calculus and complex expostulations that i don't understand, (I'm a language person, NOT a number person!!!) and the prof highly discourages web resources. Or a book at another library. not at our library, we're interested in theology, doctrine, history of the church, or music.
Can I pull my hair out, yet please?
I am working 15-20 hours a week, involved in 2 choirs (because I love music and need to have some kind of creative outlet or go crazy, and its a free music lesson twice a week), taking 5 classes, living cross-culturally, and have traveled across the country twice this semester during which times I got little to no homework done. My school is a "reading school" (which means they put emphasis on reading and writing reports on the reading) and is an extension of the seminary which was voted one of the toughest schools in the country (at least that's what my philosophy professor tells me). For one class i had 10 required textbooks and 10 more suggested readings. Now that WAS for Dr. Nazi's class; most of my classes require 3-5 books. However, they are books ranging from Milton's 'Paradise lost' and Augustine's "Confessions" to Francis Shaeffer's "The God Who Is There" to "the Closing of the American Mind"
And then my mom and professor ask me why I don't have time to organize a political club on campus. AAAAAAH!!!!
But lest you think i wallow in self pity, I did make two apple pies and deliver slices to the seminary side of the girls dorm, in which my dear friend bemoaned the 8 papers she has due, several of which are book reports, and English is her fourth language.
Having sent all that into the void, I am now off to see if I can find SOMETHING SOMEWHERE close by that will tell me in understandable terms who in blazes Fermat was and why my math teacher thought he would be a 'fun' assignment.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

more quotes from the professors

It is crunch time. Therefore, instead of expounding on how much this time of the semester is NOT my favorite, I have decided to go back over the semester and share some of the more humorous points.

"Honestly, you read some of those extra-biblical writings and it sounds like (rival professor of philosophy) expounding on some nutty off-topic point. You can tell him I said that, too. He's out sick today, taking some vegan Tylenol. But you listen to him talk and you say to yourself, 'there's something funny with that..."
~Professor~

"No one has figured out the fine balance of family life, and ministry, and work, and community. If you have, you are the pastor tomorrow!"
~Pastor~

Student 1: Would our country be ruined if China decided to cash in the national debt?"
Prof: Yes, but their country would DIE.
Student 1: Why?
Prof: We import important stuff like, I dunno, food. So they cash in we say, "ok no more food." Its a give-take relationship.
Student 2: So why do we even bother with paying 'em back then?
Prof: Because we're SUPPOSED to.
Student 2: Yeah, morality is HUGE in Washington.
Prof: Yeah... been that way for a while.

Prof introducing new topic in class: This un's a big mess. Just warnin' ya.

"The Christian worldview is fun 'cause I get to go on a lot of soap boxes..."
~Prof~

"Does that make sense? If not, someone ask a question."
~Prof~

"Yes, the Bible is a very emotional book! Every time there's babies being dashed up on the rocks, thats supposed to elicit emotion! Anytime theres DOOMED language, "YOU WILL BE DESTROYED" language, that's commissive!"
~Hermeneutics prof~

"It was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop on the CARPET it was so quiet!"

"So this dog pukes in the living room in front of the hosts AND guests. And if that weren't enough to just take it out and SHOOT it, this vile creature turns around, goes back to that which is unholy. And in one fell action that defies the laws of physics, the nasty dog just sucked it all in and it was GONE. Not 'chomp chomp chomp'. It just SUCKED it all in. And to this DAY I can never see a Doxen."
~Hermeneutics prof~

"Jeremiah was called a weeping prophet. "Most of you will die and the rest of you will be taken into captivity by the nation you hate." This is NOT the way you grow a mega church in ancient Israel!"

"We all die. Death is the ultimate transient. Do you think that after 60 years a couple looks at each other and say, 'Well that was pretty good. You can go now." That's preposterous! Sin is a painful transient."
~Pastor~

"And we're like, "ya know... I'm sorry Babylon got da kick-butt, but.... what does that have to do with me?"

Prof: "Don't make a parable walk on all fours."
Student: Okay what does that even MEAN?
Prof: Wow, that was meant to clarify, not confuse... it means don't read more meaning into it than was originally intended.
Student: Well, I'm not from Louisiana, so...

"Single people are more succeptable of idolatry because they don't have a real person; they can imagine that there might actually be a perfect person out there.
Married people are stripped of such delusions, but they aren't always happy about it."
~Pastor~

"Slow down and smell the first-century Palestinian air. Feel the dirt between your toes and having not bathed in over a week... consider the audience Jesus was speaking to."

Prof: What is the difference between a pictorial embellishment and a verbal embellishment?
Student 1: For the sake of the argument, could you define what you mean by 'embellishment'?
Prof: Imaginative extrapolation!
Student 2: oh. Okay. That clears it right up.

"So speaking of repentance, here are your graded exams."

"If I could just read my own writing... wait, that's typewritten. How am I supposed to read this gibberish at the bottom? How do I know that's your signature and not your cat?! What is that? STEVE?! Are you serious?"

"The grandchildren could have been poster children for the doctrine of original sin. You know the reason I felt called to the ministry was so I didn't have to do nursery duty. I mean 'I'd love to help but I have to preach'..."

"I'm gonna write random words on the board to keep YOU engaged and MY mind sharp"

"We have not gathered (on Sunday mornings) to do our personal devotions with 200 people! That's distracting. Corporate worship is WITH PEOPLE. Look at each other!"
~Pastor~

"(an older professor) asked me when I was young and at Seminary what my stance on women pastors was. With the exuberance of youth and the stupidity of speaking too quickly, I told him. (The professor) just looked at me and all he said was, "One day this will be a matter of great embarrassment to you." The effect of that embarrassment was instantaneous. I can still point to the spot on the seminary lawn where he said, "you, my young friend, are an idiot." (In the next 12 hours, the students view changed as he went to the library and looked up every book and Scripture verse on the subject)"
~Prof~

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Much needed poetry for this week


I.

"WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,

Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.

II.

Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won

Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.

III.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun

My last thread, I shall perish on the shore ;
But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore ;
And having done that, Thou hast done ;
I fear no more."

"A Hymn to God the Father" by John Donne.

" On this mountain the LORD Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
the best of meats and the finest of wines.

On this mountain he will destroy
the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;

he will swallow up death forever.
The Sovereign LORD will wipe away the tears
from all faces;
he will remove the disgrace of his people
from all the earth.
The LORD has spoken.

In that day they will say,
"Surely this is our God;
we trusted in him, and he saved us.
This is the LORD, we trusted in him;
let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation." "

Isaiah 25:6-9


Its so easy to see the grain of sand in a brother's eye, until I realize that I'm bludgeoning him with the 2x4 log in my own eye. Please pray for me and some dear friends of mine. We're struggling. I have hope that we'll win the war, but some battles have been lost, and we're bleeding.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

paths and light

It was that horrible part of the month when the moon didn't rise for a few days. Because it was winter, the stars were veiled in the night sky. The sidewalk was an example of the depravity of mankind and a testimony to Communist quality (or lack thereof) and the cobblestones peeking out underneath the gaping holes in the road's blacktop might have been set down by the Romans in BC days. The road and the sidewalk were separated by a 10-foot deep ditch filled with snow sludge, cow manure, dirt washed off from the nearby fields, and last summer's grass.
And pre-European Union Transylvania did not believe in street lights!!!!
My host sister had been walking this life-threatening trail since she could walk and remembered when many of the snags and cracks had formed. She walked with confidence, never breaking her stride, matter-of-factly blazing the trail in front of us, plunging into the inky blackness that opened before us as we left the church.
I, however, was not nearly so confident.
First of all, the crags, snags, and jags of the way in which we were traveling spelled death to my American feet, unaccustomed as they were to walking everywhere we went, let alone on that kind of byway.
Second, I will admit this: I just don't like dark. I mean, I like it when I am trying to fall asleep. Thats it. Dim, sure. Night time with night lights where teeny specks of lumination glow and bring warm fuzzy feelings, sure. Pitch black? Forget it.

So I slowed down. In fact, I barely creeped forward. My host brother walking behind me almost crashed into me.
"NA!" He exclaimed in surprise. Our fearless leader turned around in surprise, but didn't see a reason for the interjection, so resumed her pace. I was too proud to ask her to slow down, because then I'd have to admit my fear of the dark, and the sidewalk, and I wasn't about to do that. (I've had a few years of sanctification since this took place ;-D)
Hungarians are an observant bunch. As I was picking my way, trying to speed up but not trip, suddenly a blinding light illuminated my path. It seriously was really really bright at first. I turned with surprise to see what it was.
My host brother had turned on his cell phone, which gave off a very very dim light, and was holding it over my shoulder so that I could see where I was going.
The thing is, cell phones 5 years back did not give off the brightest light.
However, my eyes were starting to adjust to the dark dark darkness of that Transylvanian winter night. So even a little light was almost overwhelming.
I was sooo grateful for that light. I could see where I was going!!!!

However, I realized I couldn't see that far ahead of me. In fact, just barely ahead of where I wanted to plant my feet next as I picked up my stride. However, it didn't matter, as I knew my guide knew where we were going, and I had a light held by someone I trusted who was making sure I didn't trip. Showing me what to do just then.

Now, I'm utilizing poetic license here to slightly dramatize the situation, as it illustrates a dilemma I've been struggling with for the last few months.
Gosh darn it, I knew where I was supposed to go and who I was gonna minister to, and how, and somewhat when.
However, the chain of events starting almost exactly a year ago have completely incinerated all such plans.
Its slightly irritating.

Today I sang with the college choir at the Seminary chapel. Before we started I noticed a couple I have seen at my church. The husband is deaf and the wife is hearing. I haven't had a chance to talk with them yet, but took the opportunity when we took a five minute break right before the chapel started to run say hi.
I haven't practiced my Signing in over a year.
But both were thrilled to meet a fellow 'Signer'
The husband watched us while we talked and signed at the same time so he could follow our conversation and the wife asked what I was studying. I told her missions.
"Have you thought about Deaf Missions?" (a new focus the International Mission Board has been emphasizing recently, as there is a huge need for Deaf Ministries overseas)
"Yeah I've thought about it. I'm a little overwhelmed right now with all the different options I have though."
"Well, how much longer do you have at school?"
"After this semester a year and a half." (suppressed squawk of shock, thrill, pride, and terror at that statement)
She laughed and her signing became a full-bodied expression.
"Honey you have TIME! God will show you at the right moment what to do and not before."
We laughed.

At the beginning of the semester I was griping to a guy friend my dilemma of not knowing the specifics of what God was doing in my life, why such intense refinement, why did my dreams and plans have to be shattered.
I love this friend because he is arguably brilliant yet very unassuming about it. He's one of those throw-back hippies who expect people to act smart and logically and don't have the time of day for those who don't. It can be irritating of course but also very helpful.
"You know, I really struggled with that too. Why did God send me to the Mission Field and have me fall in love with it right before my health completely broke? I can't live far from American medicine; I'll die without it now. God knew that. He also knew I would fall in love with South American when He sent me. It drove me nuts for a while. God could heal me. He doesn't. Why? And God kept bringing me the verse in Psalm 119:105 "Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path." That frustrated me because I was like, 'God! I AM reading Your word! I don't get it!' And then I thought about what kind of lights they used back then. Really small hand held oil lamps that only lit up the path directly in front of you. And I realized, when God gives you direction He only gives you enough for what is directly in front of you."
In Exodus 16, Israel complains because they don't have food. So in verse 4 the Lord tells Moses that He is going to rain Manna down from Heaven. (Manna is a Hebrew word that has been transliterated because saying "Manna" sounds better than saying "What is it" which is what Manna means. Manna = what is it. See verse 14-15)
"...and the people shall go out and gather a day's portion every day, that I may test them, whether they will walk in my law or not. On the sixth day, when they prepare what they bring in, it will be twice as much as they gather daily." (Exodus 16:4-5)
It has always struck me that God only allowed the Israelites to collect the day's portion of food. Only on the Sabbath - the day they were to rest and reflect on God's goodness - could they gather enough for two days.
I find myself wanting enough for today and tomorrow. However God also said that He was going to test the Israelite's faith by limiting them to one day. They, unfortunately rather predictably, failed the test and gathered enough for two days, frustrating Moses and witnessing the Lord making their food moldy, unclean, and just plain gross.
Its not a nasty test, its just an example to me of my lack of faith, which is just as appalling as that mess of worms and mold the Manna turned into.
Proverbs 4:18 says "But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day."
Dawn doesn't come all at once. It starts as a very small tiny light on the horizon. Barely clouding the stars. Then it grows slowly, easing back the blanket of stars, chasing them to the opposite horizon as the various morning colors slowly overtake the sky. First the velvety black blue of the outer space the stars peek out from, then a lighter blue and bright purples, and then the warm orange and reds that announce the sun is about to come up.
But it starts slowly. Its mistakeable for something else. But then, agonizingly slow it seems at first, or unnoticeably, suddenly things are not shadows and dark shapes anymore, but merely dim, and you can see whats in front of you, and then you see them clearly.

"For the LORD gives wisdom; from His mouth come knowledge
and understanding; He stores up sound wisdom for the upright;
He is a shield to those who walk in integrity, guarding the paths
of justice and watching over the ways of His saints. Then you will
understand righteousness and justice and equity, every good path;
for wisdom will come into your heart, and knowledge will be
pleasant to your soul; discretion will watch over you, understanding
will guard you..."
Proverbs 2:6-11
To just wait for His wisdom to come and illuminate and guide in His timing. I'm sure at first I'll be blinded by it like I was by the cell phone in Romania. "WHAT THE MESS KIND OF PLAN IS THAT?" I'm sure I'll yell in flabergastation when "The Plan" is finally revealed. "THAT'S what You've been preparing me for?!?! Well for goodness' sakes, why didn't You just SAY that in the first place?" And then the realization will hit me, as my eyes adjust to the new illumination, that if He had shown me that earlier, I would have been completely blinded, not just dazzled.
So anyway I've just been mulling over these things pretty much all semester. So I thought I'd get it out of my system and send it into cyberspace. :-) I hope it encourages you; but it is late, and I've been praparing for midterms and class presentations and a spur-of-the-moment-mission-of-mercy-trip some AMAZING buddies from school have thrown together to help my family in rebuilding their house (which is STILL undergoing reconstruction and refurbishing from the house fire that happened almost a YEAR ago... how time flies and at the same time limps by... it seems like yesterday and also another lifetime ago...)
All that to say, I'm exhausted, and I fear it may show in my writing. :-)
In Christ,
~Princess Ouch~

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Proverbs 31 paper

I'm back to the part of the semester where I feel guilty if I don't post but I have no time to think of anything creative after I'm done writing my papers for school. So I post my papers from school. This was for my Hermeneutics class. Hope you enjoy. :-)

Proverbs 31 is a beautiful piece of literature that encompasses the moral values of many lifestyles and faiths. This cluster proverb is divided into two parts, where verses 1-9 speak to one King Lemuel about how to go about a godly kingship, while verses 10-31 paint a vivid picture of a woman who can be described as nothing less than admirable. Her passion to serve her family is evident. The skill in which she balances family, social, and business life is huge.

Many women have bemoaned the Proverbs 31 woman, as it seems to paint an ideal picture that can never be lived up to realistically. However, what the author intends to communicate is not to burden Jewish women of that time nor Christian women of this, but to inspire them through ideals that are understandably unreachable. It gives concepts of measurements that, when reached, should cause a man to acknowledge his gratefulness to the Lord for providing such a woman in his life. It should inspire him to become a man worthy of such a woman. When women see their fellow sisters living in such a way as Proverbs 31 describes, it is intended that celebration and joy that such diligence has been accomplished. Mothers can admonish and train their daughters with these exhortations and fellow Christians warn one another against pursuing someone who does not display these characteristics.

The rabbi’s of Orthodox Jewish communities utilize a teaching tool called a Midrash. This is a recorded fictitious account that gives explanation to various passages of Scripture; such as why a particular passage was explained in that way or what events provoked a prayer or thought pattern. There is a humorous Midrash that explains how Proverbs 31 came to be written. The morning after Solomon married Pharaoh’s daughter, he was so excited from the previous night’s revelry that he overslept. However, at that time the tradition was for there to be a daily morning service at the Temple. Solomon had the keys, and so the nation was unable to worship. Bathsheba, full of righteous indignation, marched into the King’s quarters, dragged him out of bed, tied him to a pole, and delivered Proverbs 31 to him in speech form. Her intention was to rebuke both Solomon for allowing himself to become besotten with the beautiful Egyptian woman and too much wine. She was admonishing her son in verses 1-9 and the pagan gentile in verses 10-31, while at the same time delivering an ideal for the king to look for. While this story is rather humorous and fictitious, it still conveys the understanding that this piece was written for both men and women, and to be used for instruction.

There is no biblical account of a King Lemuel. Lemuel can be translated as ‘Upon God.’ Lemo ‘upon’ - the same word that Job used Job 40:4 when he said ‘I put my hand upon my mouth; and El meaning ‘God.’ As Solomon spent at least part of his life leaning upon God and his wisdom, it is reasonable to assume that Lemuel was another name for Solomon.. However, another explanation is that Lemuel is another form of the name Lael, such as the one spoken of in Numbers 3:24. If that is the case, and these proverbs are taken from another culture, then it is beautiful to see how virtues and morals transcend culture and time. This passage communicates to rich, poor, believers, pagans, male, female, ancient and modern. Orthodox Jewish rabbi’s have included this passage in a book of prayers that is read aloud once a week in the Jewish home, as they recognize that it speaks to every member in the home.

As a single woman in college with no current romantic ties, it would be easy for me to dismiss Proverbs 31 as applicable to me in any way at this time. However, my international friends keep pointing out that the habits and lifestyle I embrace during this time will be carried over into married life. And so I examine my tendencies in the light of Scripture and see what implications they offer that I can apply to my daily life now.

The proverbs 31 woman is a faithful steward of not only her home, but any opportunities that come her way to improve the standard of living that she and her loved ones have. She is physically fit (verse 17) and tasteful in food (verse 14). However, it is clear from the rest of the passage that she is a shrewd businessperson (verses 18, 24, etc). Therefore, she is going to eat well but also get her money’s worth. I have recently discovered that the spice Cardamom is an amazing substance that is good in pretty much anything; meat, tea, desert, etc. However, it is between $10 and $15 at Kroger. I discovered to my joy that it is only $3.50 at World Market, just down the road. While more convenient to buy all groceries at once, this Scripture passage encourages putting forth the effort to be frugal while at the same time eating well.

Not only does the woman care for herself and her family, but this woman makes time for others (verse15b and 20). It is easy for me to explain away my time towards being a faithful student and upbeat employee, but if I use all my time for myself and do not show compassion towards those around me, I am not being virtuous. Right now this takes various forms; praying for and with my room mates, sending my family encouragement as they try to rebuild their lives from several hard events that took place last year, or simply taking my friend who is an international student grocery shopping.

The second implication in my life is comparing the kind of man described in Proverbs 31:10-31. The emphasis is on the woman, but the husband is mentioned. He trust her (verse 11), and he is well known amongst the elders who sit at the gate (verse 23). He praises his wife openly (verse 28). In biblical times, if a man sat amongst the elders at the gate, it meant that he was respected and wise. He was intelligent. A Proverbs 31 man is one who is willing to open his heart to his wife, trusts her judgment, talks about her to his friends and coworkers, and is godly and intelligent as well. He also allows her a great deal of freedom to fulfill her calling and use her gifts and talents. The husband does not keep his wife from conducting many business transactions that take her out of the home. She is free to buy and sell property without her husband’s permission, and interacts a good deal with merchants and international tradesmen who consider her work. The husband is not with her; he is at the gates. He trusts her to have such interactions and praises her for them. This leads me to my third implication.

I have always recognized the gender roles the Lord has placed upon men and women. Obviously the man is the head of the family and the house. However, it is clear that there is a partnership occurring in this scripture passage. This woman completes her tasks in the home, but many of her activities take her out of the home. While her husband receives praise for her generosity, creativity, and wisdom, this is not the main point. She does it because it is the sensible thing to do. She would do it even if it did not reflect directly on her husband’s good name, although she certainly would avoid it if there were any risk at damaging it. The partnership between the man and woman to fulfill their life’s calling in a complimentary way is evident. When the time comes for me to consider a spouse, that will be a matter of strong consideration. Can I partner with this man? Does he expect me to do nothing to contribute to the ministry God has called him to? Does he expect me to do all the work for the ministry and simply collect the glory for himself? Does he want to do all the work and let me collect the praise or not allow me to do anything to contribute? Or can we both work together, as brother and sister in Christ and also as man and woman, strengthening and encouraging one another to fulfill God’s calling in each others life?

The three implications again are as follows: How do I apply these things in my daily life, and how are they manifested in men I prayerfully notice. Finally, following the mentalities and lifestyles indicated, will a potential spouse be a life partner, following the scriptural roles given and indications of this passage?

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Crossway Publishers, The ESV Study Bible (Wheaton, Illinois: Crossway Publishers 2008)

Phillips, John Exploring Proverbs, Volume Two: An Expository Commentary (Grand Rapids, MI: Kregel Publications, 1996)

Plant, Gunther W. Book of Proverbs (New York, NY: Union of American Hebrew Congregations, 1961)

Sunday, September 5, 2010

jogging

so... my friend and I each have insane schedule's. BUT we both like to work out.
And we both want to be as in-shape as is possible working 2 jobs each and taking a full load of classes.
So we decided to work out today.
She innocently suggested we go jogging.
I foolishly suggested we go to Cherokee park and jog.
2 problems:
1. She is African
2. Cherokee is full of hills.

Now, the first isn't a PROBLEM its just African's physiological build is much more conducive to running long distances with no training and still ending smiling and saying 'hey, that was fun' than us wimpy white girls.
And this particular girl friend of mine is slightly masochist, likes to push herself and set high goals. And take her friends with her.
This is good if you want a killer work out, which I did.
However, there were a few points where she looked at me and said, 'I think I'm gonna be carrying your corpse back to your apartment.' I would have agreed but I was too busy trying to suck oxygen into my screaming lungs.
I did finish the jog, although with a slight limp.
WHICH the apostle Paul said he FINISHED the race, he didn't say he finished it RUNNING. (thank you, Pastor Hester, for that clarification!!!)
"The body was meant for endurance and PAIN, Rachel! The Christian likes to go through pain and come out stronger!!" my friend would cheer at me as I gasped and wheezed up-hill.

So the moral of the story is: If you think you are in shape, go jogging. You will quickly discover differently.
I'm trying to think of a good Christian analogical application of it, but my lungs are still slightly burning and all my brain function is going towards repairing muscles and figuring out how to get all my homework done before tuesday. hehe... oh yeah, homework.
See, the college experience would be so much more enjoyable with out it. ;-)
Pesky details.
Okay. Am leaving now to go enjoy a cup of African Hot Chocolate and finish laundry.
(p.s. I did have my friend preview this before publishing to make sure all was politically correct and unoffensive to her ;-D)
~Princess Ouch~

Monday, August 23, 2010

two weeks of high-heels


The last two Saturdays have been filled with weddings. I knew about the second but thought the first was going to be in December. (*ahem* Tim....) Now, in the above photo, the expression on my face may indicate that I was feeling more like I was at a funeral and not at a wedding. This is not true. I was overjoyed for my friends, however you notice I am wearing heels and a dress. Not a skirt and shirt, but a dress.See, I like looking nice. But my version of nice doesn't always agree with other people's definition. Example: I think Gypsies look nice.


Which may give you a small inkling of the fact that I am a closet-bohemian who doesn't always restrain myself to the closet.And the fact I was in large crowds of Americans my age. Not cool. I can talk with anyone anywhere, just as long as they aren't my peers. Welcome to the life of a homeschool graduate.
Not to worry though. I am adaptable (also one of the perks about homeschool graduate-ness) and on top of that can act. I just envision myself in less vulnerable attire:

And yet that still didn't give me sufficient courage to leave the corner I had fled to and actually talk with all these nicely dressed, perfumed people I didn't know.One gentleman was really sweet. He was a good deal taller and older than me. Walked up and said, 'Smile, sweety! You're too pretty to not have a smile on your face! Besides, plenty of young men here, and they are LOOKIN'!"Yes, sir, but you see, I'm in a satin-ish dress that is flattering to my figure, which is at the same time cool but at yet also I'm at a Southern Baptist school and I'm sure somehow someway a debate can be formed that I'm causing someone somewhere to sin; and I'm sure my posture is somehow wrong, and I'm not from the South and I'll say the wrong things to these Kentuckians (who SAY they aren't southern. Ha. Reality check) and then I'll have to say something dramatic and humorous to get myself out of the awkward situation which will then cause people to laugh, thereby turning the focus from the bride and groom to me, which will be ridiculous, and that whole thought is ridiculous, and I'm too self-focused and uncomfortable in this dress which according to my room mate makes me look hot! AUGH!!!!But you don't SAY that, so I just smile and he smiles back, and walks off, and I go back to people watching, feeling like I'm glowering from the shadows like some dark creature from Spencer's "The Faerie Queene" which I just finished reading and have a quiz to take on it tonight.

All that to say, I'm never quite sure how to act in large crowds.
In other news, I am off to the Black Hills for a few days with family and then to see the house they've been rebuilding from a house fire that happened last fall. Am glad to be hanging with them, overjoyed to get out into God's creation, and am bee-bopping back and forth between careless disregard for all the homework that will be stacking up while I'm gone and raw panic. I'm trying to decide if its worth it to break my back by bringing 3 shirts and a pair of jeans and using the rest of my suitcase space for textbooks.
With that, I must off to work.

Monday, August 16, 2010

coolness

At age 16 Andor Foldes was already a skilled pianist, but he was experiencing a troubled year. In the midst of the young Hungarian’s personal struggles, one of the most renowned pianists of the day came to Budapest. Emil von Sauer was famous not only for his abilities; he was also the last surviving pupil of the great Franz Liszt. Von Sauer requested that Foldes play for him. Foldes obliged with some of the most difficult works of Bach, Beethoven, and Schumann.

When he finished, Von Sauer walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead. “My son,” he said, “when I was your age I became a student of Liszt. He kissed me on the forehead after my first lesson, saying, ‘Take good care of this kiss—it comes from Beethoven, who gave it to me after hearing me play.’ I have waited for years to pass on this sacred heritage, but now I feel you deserve it.”

Source unknown

One of my class assignments was to surf www.bible.org and I found this article on there. Thought I'd share 'cuz its cool.

In other news, the dean's wife keeps assuring us that there has never ever been anyone who died from over reading or over studying. To which I say, records are made to be broken, and there is always the exception that proves the rule. ;-)

~PrincessOuch~

Thursday, August 12, 2010

And we begin!!

Classes started this week. The great thing about my school is that the professors have a sense of humor. And they recognize that in our culture, youth entering new environments freeze up and act disinterested, aloof, and apathetic. So they pour on the humor and jiggle us out of our self-conscious stupor, thereby ceasing to put forth an exorbitant amount of energy into maintaining a facade of emotional invincibility so that we can actually absorb the wisdom and sagacity of our instructors, after which we inevitably engage in a debate that has been circulating christendom for the last thousand years, each determined to finally be that genius to crack the enigmatic code and declare the long-sought after answer to the great debates of Calvin, Arminius, Spurgeon, etc.
(I'm not sure if you can detect any cynicism there)
Being the generous soul that I am, I have concluded it would be selfish for me to store these great moments of humor and doctrinal-correctness to myself. Therefore, once again ladies and gentlemen, that annual college quotes. I hope you once again enjoy. This episode is of just three professors, as class was canceled today, and forgive my skepticism but I highly doubt any of the quotes I gather in tomorrow's math class will be worth forwarding on. You never know, though. I may have to compose a sequel at some point. Until then, here are gems of wisdom and humor from three beloved instructors at this institution:

"Who in this class hasn't had me before? *show of hands* Okay let your guard down. I'm the one person on the faculty you don't have to worry about. The one you have to worry about is him (points to the next classroom). He's like, a Nazi. I'm the ALLIED TROOPS."

"
This gives me an opportunity to bash the NIV (New International Translation of the Bible)"

"We should be careful because I know we are not beyond depravity in this room: we should define what READING is. It means comprehending. It does not mean skimming, and it certainly doesn't mean glancing. Don't just open the book up, glance at the page and then close it. And definitely do NOT open the book, turn on the fan and let the pages blow. you need to be able to THINK about and PROCESS what you've read."

"In 728 BC there were a series of coups in Babylon which prompted the Assyrian Tiglith Pilasar III to enter Babylon. He then called himself 'Pul' but died the next year. I shouldn't laugh at someone dying, but with a name like Pilasar, and then renaming yourself three letters and DYING the next year..."

"I love how we say, "God bless this food and make it nourishment to our body." Would you say, "God bless this murder and use it for the glory of Your kingdom."? NO! But we ask God to bless a snickers! That just doesn't make sense to me!"

"Now ya'll are quiet and boring. But that's okay. We'll loosen you up."

"Contrary to nonsense that is commonly heard..."

"If you make fun of me for watching 'Saved By the Bell' I will fail you right now. Just don't even bother coming back tomorrow."

"If you want to cheat and lie, go ahead. But you should know that we professors pray for you. We pray for God's JUDGMENT, too. 'Lord, in Your grace and in Your mercy, just... GET THEM!"

"Some praise and worship songs are just 7-11 songs. Seven lines repeated eleven times. If repetition is the way to do it, lets just stick with the rosary! How many times do we have to say it before the Lord gets it?!"

"Now by saying these things it sounds like I'm going to put questions on the test from the Syllabus. That is just wrong! That's not wrong; that's satanic! That's what he (points to next classroom) would do! Remember, he's the Nazi, I'm the Allied Troops."

"No snacks in class. I know, it's over the lunch hour. But if I can't eat, you can't eat."

"No doubt you are going to encounter the first two chapters of Luke around Christmas time..."

"Sports require a helmet. GOLF DOESN'T COUNT! That's a hobby. Basketball they knock people around a bit so that sorta counts."

"Don't bother emailing assignments because they will be thoroughly ignored. Print off your papers, bring them up to my desk here. Lay your sacrifice on the alter - hopefully it won't be a burnt offering. Some of you run in here with that paper and its steaming; like its hot to the touch! I mean, don't rub it because you'll smear the words. No, DON'T do that! Plan ahead!"

"If you don't know New York, you should get to know New York."

"But as you can see, the grading scale is somewhat strenuous. This is where he (points to next classroom) becomes the Allied Troops and I become the Nazi. Okay I gotta trump him on something."

"Let classroom assignments be the means of the Lord sanctifying you into good time management."

"Pious tripe gets no more bizarre than praying about the obvious will of God. Religiosity does not get more complex than contemplating the location of their navels. God doesn't tell you (something) to ask your opinion. He tells you for obedience and for you to deliberate is rebellion."

"I don't want people calling me blaming me for your bad teaching. How do we keep that from happening? we beat it out of you. how do you purify silver and gold? Fire. Well, welcome to Bible College - the fire! And if that's not you or what you're about, well, there's time to get your tuition back. I mean that. I'd rather have 25 committed students than 56 undependable ones."

"If you have a legitimate reason for missing class that's fine. 'I overslept' is not a legitimate excuse. There's this place called Wal-mart and they sell these little box-shaped items that have these things called numbers in it and it makes noise in a beep-beeping fashion at you when you plug it in. GET ONE! If you fall asleep in class, I WILL have fun at your expense. I have been known to drop large heavy textbooks by sleeping students heads and they wake up like gunshots been fired. Then their face turns red because we all laugh."

"Legibility is defined by yours truly. Don't be like, 'well I can read it!' Of course you can read your own chicken scratch! Your mama can't, and I can't either!"

"Any Greek students in here? Ya'll are in for a rough semester. I mean, God bless you. Lord, help them!"

"'Dad, what's Trinity?'
'It's God.'
'So we have three gods?'
'No, that's heresy. Back in the day, that got you burned at the stake.' "

"Summarize the book. Don't write an interactive criticism of the book, because you don't know how to yet! Just show that you understand it!"

"The Dean is adamant that you work hard. I mean, think about it. Would you work any less for a pre-med degree? You will be dealing with the spiritually sick of heart whose souls are dying. We are gonna be sending you out as spiritual feild workers and we want you to be well prepared."

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Summer officially OVER! (for me anyway)

Rub it in, Seminary students. You get two more weeks of freedom.
The undergrad program starts a week later, but somewhat enjoying pain - though not quite to masochist levels - I am taking a summer intensive the week before the semester starts.
Now, the trouble is that I am slightly hyperactive. Some part of me must be active at all times. I can count brain activity during road trips or long trans-Atlantic flights, however in a class, daydreaming is not permissible. Neither is jiggling one's foot or leg or tapping the desk. I haven't been told this, but I'm pretty sure I've got a decent read on all my professors and students so far where that is concerned.
Therefore, I take notes.
Not just notes,
POWER NOTES.

I wrote 32 1/2 single-sided pages of notes on Monday and 38 1/2 today.
My right hand is screaming.
So I thought I'd type. Hehe.

My professor is arguably brilliant, and has a wealth of knowledge, and has contributed to Old Testament dictionaries and articles and all sorts of impressive things like that. He also has a very very dry sense of humor. He also finds it absolutely necessary to take students on a guilt-trip to the orient about the lack of organized daily scripture readings. They would be far more convicting if his choice of words wouldn't strike my rather odd funny bone (I laugh at the darnedest things. Out loud. When no one else thinks they are funny. I would find it embarrassing except I'm too busy at the moment laughing at whatever struck me as funny). Don't worry, I'm not laughing at the professor in class. Just smiling with appreciation.
He also has very unique insights which I find thought-provoking.
Since most of my mental brain power has been used up absorbing profound tidbits from antiquity all day (and composing the above), I thought I'd share some of my notes and hopefully you will find them interesting and entertaining. No I don't expect you to read them all. I'll use quotation marks when I'm actually quoting him, the rest are paraphrases.



"The fragmentation of Christianity is in large part over disagreements over what the Scriptures mean, and over the dubious practice of giving our allegiance to what we have been taught about Scripture rather than going to Scriptures themselves."

From 586 BC there has never been a time when the entire Jewish People has been gathered back into their homeland. It has only ever been a small fraction that have relocated to Israel.

Archaeology as a science was not invented until 1798 AD. It was founded by Napoleon Bonaparte, who had an extremely difficult relationship with the Roman Catholic Church of France. While traveling in Egypt, he saw the ancient pyramids and reasoned that these ancient places in Egypt must have documentation of the TRUE history of the world, which would, in his opinion, quite obviously disprove Scripture. So he founded the Royal Archaeology Society for the purpose of disproving biblical accuracy. I don't suppose it would cause him a large amount of chagrine to discover that Archaeology has done the opposite of his intent.
"Meanwhile, back in Genesis..."

The days of creation can be put into pairs of form and fullness. Example:

Day 1, the form of light is created and separated from the darkness. Day four is when the great lights are created - sun, moon, stars.
Day 2 the sky and sea, or atmospheres are created. Day 5 the inhabitants of the sky and seas are created.
Day 3 the land and the vegetation are created. Day six the inhabitants of the land and eaters of the vegetation are created.

"No conclusion is superior to its underlying assumptions. If assumptions can be demonstrated to be without fact in their origins, conclusions drawn from them can be assumed to be false."

"Words do not have definitions, they have usages. Although our upbringing and education may lead us to assume a primary meaning for a word, a dictionary may tell us it is not so. A word in any language does not have a single meaning; it has rather a number of meanings which are determined by its usage in a specific location."

Three times in the text (Genesis 1) says the sun and moon determine the length of day. Days 1-3 predate a sun and moon. So we don't know how long days 1-3 were.
"So we have three options.
1. Moses and the Lord are trying to confuse us.
2. The fact is being made sun and moon determine the length of a day
3. Moses is a bad writer and the Lord is a sloppy editor.

Do you think other terms were available to Moses and the Lord? Personally I have high confidence in Moses and the Lord's capabilities. What we know the Scriptures say is that the length of a day happens after the Sun and Moon were created. The Lord chose to tell us about creation with words of His choice. So we don't know how long the pre-sun and moon days were. We just know that he did it."

"It is possible to say the shortest definition of sin is simply, "I will." It makes no difference who speaks the words. The will of God is a straight line of truth and goodness that is unbending. It moves straight and with certainty across the universe of space, time and thought. Any deviation of that will of God, be it in the slightest fraction of degree causes tangent of separation and deviation and sin." ~Donald Gray Barnhouse~

Professor: Anybody hear of 'The Sword of the Lord"?
Student: AMEN! I could tell you all about that!!
Professor: Well, I could tell you more.

"Even in the first generation of humanity, the Child of Promise was not the firstborn, Cain, but Abel. Abraham's second child was the child of promise. Not Ishmael but Isaac; not Esau, but Jacob. Not Reuben, but Judah."

"God is glorified by choosing, preserving, and protecting. As difficult as their existence was, there is continuity from Adam to Jesus of God providing and protecting miraculously for His purposes; from Sumerian paganism to the redemption of mankind."

"Patriarchs: regardless who, in any generation, is the child of the Promise, they often fail miserably and demonstrate their own unworthiness."

"It is not possible to understand the New Testament until you master the Old. This is illustrated by Moses, and where he stands in the minds and hearts of the Jewish people. One of the main things that led to Jesus' death was His claim of not only equality but superiority to Moses. The Sermon On The Mount is a presentation as a second Moses.
Moses came down from Mt. Sinai and preached the Law (see Deuteronomy). Jesus sat on the mountain and taught, comparing the law of Moses - old law - to His Self - new law, or the completion of the old law. The standard was elevated from the deed to the thought."

"The most significant literature in the Ancient World was wisdom literature. Wisdom literature is the oldest genre in the world."

"I apologize for being late. I have a refrigerator that, when I opened it this morning, was flooded. And, in case you haven't noticed, our paper towels here are not that wonderful."

"The dominant motif of all of Scripture is the motif of Exodus: the phenomenon of GOING OUT. This concept surfaces even before the book of Exodus. Abraham was called to go out of his father's house and into the Land of Promise. Both Abraham and Isaac went into the land of Egypt and came out, into the Promised Land. The Children of Israel were in Egypt but God brought them out into the Land of Promise. David went into exile and returned to his promised kingdom. Christ left His home in Glory and came into this world so that His people could go into their Land of Promise."

Both Exodus and the Gospels:
~Proclaim God as the only redemptive solution to the human problem
~Both anchor God's revelation of Himself in actual historical events
~Both focus on covenant mediator who focuses his life on selfless service
~Both portray the sealing of God's covenant with His people by the shedding of innocent blood
~Both reveal God's will for the character conduct of His people
~Both demonstrate the absolute sovereignty of God over history, nature and humankind.

The Egyptians were the most obsessively religious people in the world. They had battalions of deities for every different facet and purpose of life, the total deity population coming to over 3,500. The ten plagues God sent to Egypt each (often humorously) targeted a specific deity (group)

Nile into blood: Assault on goddess Hapi, giver of life to the land. Hapi had a relative named Khnum - the creator of all life and the creator of water. The Nile is one of the most fertile regions on the earth and one of the few rivers that flows North.

Plague of Frogs: targeted the goddess Hekt, also spelled Heket. Her image was that of a shapely woman with the head of a frog. She was entreated for the safety of mother and child during childbirth.

Plague of gnats or lice: against the goddess Hathor. She was one of the many bovine Egyptian dieties. Her murals in Egyptian art show her standing guard over the earth, protecting it from any atmospheric-borne dangers.

Plague of flies: assault on the most important female deity, Isis. She was the goddess of the heavens and superior to any other Egyptian deity that dealt with the heavens (such as Hathor). She and her husband, Osiris, were the couple in Egyptian mythology that took the place Zeus and Hera have in Grecian mythology.

Plague disease on the cattle: Assault on Apis. The form of Apis is the sacred bull. The fertility of the earth and humanity had been assaulted, so now it was the animal's turn. The Apis bull in Egyptian religion was so significant that there was often one found around the palace, treated like a deity. When it died it was mummified and buried like a powerful ruler.

Plague of boils: Against the goddess Sekhmet, the goddess of any dermatological problem.

Plague of hail: associated with Seb, god of the earth or planet, as well as Seth, god of the storm.

Plague of locusts: attacked the god Serapis. His sole function was to protect Egyptian harvests from locusts.

Plague of darkness: Attack on Ammun ra, the sun god.

The Nile and the Sun were the two poles of Egyptian religion. The sun could not be defeated at all. For darkness to conceal the sun shook the foundation of their beliefs. Pharaoh's claimed lineage from the sun.

Plague of the firstborn: Assault on Osiris, husband of Isis, judge of the dead, patron deity of Pharaoh.

"The (Levitical) laws about purity conrtol and restrict access to God. They are designed to create a 'holiness zone' where those who come in close proximity of the Lord will be in a state of ceremonial purity, so that their access to God will not result in death. A worthy objective, I would think."

"God demands that the character and conduct of His people be consistent reflections of the character and conduct of God Himself. The ultimate reality that the Spirit of God now dwells in Believers, is it not mandatory that we, in our character and conduct, that we do what He demands? Could anything be more foolish than to presume immunity to the Lord's demands?"

The law of Deuteronomy contained the following:
"1. Personhood.
Every person had rights, dignity, courtesy, respect, safety, and security.
This was radical and revolutionary. In antiquity, life was cheap. Ordinary people usually had virtually NO individual rights. Deuteronomy specifically states all people are equal before God. It states even the king is subject to the law. That was found no where else in the world!

2. Due process
Deuteronomy provides harsh punishment for false witness. If the person was found guilty of falsehood, the punishment of the accusee was placed on the accuser. The punishments were also designed to meet the crime, also revolutionary.

3. Women's rights
In antiquity, women and children were property, not persons. But in Deuteronomy, women had legal standing, land ownership rights, ineritance provisions. These rights existed NO WHERE before Moses.

4. Private ownership of land
Every family owned land. The law stated that land could never permanently leave that family.

5. Fair wages, and guarantee payment for work.

6. Care of the poor and destitute.
Harvests of crops were specifically designed so that there would be food left in the field for the poor and needy to gather enough food to keep from starving. Laws of Moses also forbade the exploitation of the poor. No one was so insignificant that they could be legally exploited or oppressed. That could be found nowhere in antiquity.

7. Sabbath rest
A genuinely revolutionary idea. In Antiquity, if you had work you worked. If you didn't have work you were looking for it. To not work one day of the week was an act of faith and trust on the Lord.

8. Marriage
Designed to be legally monogamous and permanent. Unheard of in the ancient world.

9. Animal rights
This was a brand new concept at that time. Unless animals were revered as deities, they were disposable and used in any way.

Deuteronomy was preoccupied with things all related to the LOVING relationship between God and His people - and the necessity that His people be like reflections of God in their attitudes and interactions."

"The argument for that theory is a guaranteed cure for insomnia."

"The way you make your way in the world of scholarship is throw everything against the wall and hope it sticks, and hope you said it first; 'cause that way you'll get your name to stick too. It doesn't matter how bizarre the idea is, you'll be remembered."

"That view of Jesus makes Him look like a faculty-lounge lizard of an eighteenth-century theological school."

"That historians findings are highly entertaining fiction."