Word of the Week – Air-Conditioning

Word of the Week – Air-Conditioning

Coming as I do from a state below the Mason-Dixon line, we have humid, hot summers…and so, love our air-conditioners.

But where did these things come from, and when? Did the words always mean devices that cool us?

Nope! When the terms air-conditioning and air-conditioner were coined, they meant something very different. Dating from 1909, these terms were invented for use in textile manufacturing. The moisture-content of the air was critical in spinning cotton into a fine yarn, so machines were built that were meant to cleanse the air and regulate the moisture content.

But of course, though industry may pave the way, the general populace tends to pick up on clever inventions too, right? By the 1930s, large stores and restaurants were using similar methods to cool the air.

Are you from a region where air-conditioning is considered mandatory?

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Why?

Why?

Why?

It’s one of the most fundamental questions. And any parent knows that on the lips of a small child, it’s a sign of curiosity, of a desire to soak in and understand the world. I know when my kids entered the “why” phase, it was by turns delightful and frustrating. I loved fostering their understanding and curiosity…but I didn’t always know the why, and many times, I didn’t care about the why.

Yet every time life throws us a curve ball or something happens that we don’t want, that age-old question usually pops into our minds, just like a toddler who wants to know. Why?

I said a few weeks ago in one of my cancer updates that I was choosing not to ask why–and here’s why. (ha…ha…ha…)

Why can be a wonderful question brimming with curiosity…when we ask it in the right way. When we ask it from that place of wanting-to-understand from a sense of wonder. But that isn’t how most of us use the question in those times. When I ask, “Why did my son get Type 1 Diabetes,” am I really asking about the triggers of an autoimmune disease and its genetics…or am I asking, “God, why did you let this happen?”

The first is a question that has some degree of answer–we learned that both parents have to carry the gene, and that any change to the body, be it a cold or puberty, can trigger that gene to activate. The second…the second isn’t really a question, is it? It’s an accusation.

And I think many times when we ask why as adults, that’s how we mean it.

Why did I get cancer?
Why did she die?
Why did that storm take the house?
Why did he get dementia?

But even accusations can be useful…if we actually want an answer. And if we’re willing to accept that the answer may be “Why not?”

My amazing virtual assistant, Rachel, tells that story of when her son was born without an immune system. She wanted him to be miraculously healed. She cried out, “Why, God? Why us?” And she heard God say, “Why not? Why not you? Why can I not use you to reach others through this? Why can I not choose to protect him every day instead of healing him once now?”

She will tell you that that moment marked a change–because she listened. She accepted that answer. She began to look at it in a different way. And God did protect her little boy day by day for years.

We can ask why. We can ask with a heart of wonder, ready to receive an answer that isn’t as cut and dry as what a toddler demands. We can ask knowing that sometimes we won’t get any answer at all, or not one we want. We can ask hoping to learn something about the world and how it all works.

We can…but too often we don’t. Because we’re angry and hurt and feel betrayed. Because we don’t want to know, we just want things to be different. We ask with closed hearts and closed minds and closed opinions. It’s natural. It’s an understandable, emotional response. We may just have to work our way through that.

But my hope and prayer for us all is that we can shift our perspective–first to ask that question with an open heart and an open mind…but then to ask another question instead.

Ask how.

How will God use this?
How will it shape me?
How will I respond?
How will I shine His light through this?
How will this bring Him glory?
How will I draw closer to Him and to others through this?
How will He surprise me?
How will He meet me on this journey?
How can I grow?

We can seek out the why, and sometimes we even find the answer. But it’s not usually something that we can do anything about. The how, on the other hand…the how is quite often something we can choose–or something we can stay always aware of, making ourselves clay in the Potter’s hands. The how can keep our minds focused on the Lord and His ways and our own hearts.

Questions are good. Questions can expand our minds and enlighten our hearts…when we use them to seek wisdom and understanding, from a place of wonder. But questions can be weapons and shields, when we lob them like accusations and then stop our ears because we don’t actually want to hear the answers.

Questions can lead us to self-awareness and God-awareness…or they can close us off and make us hard.

Which questions are you dwelling on today?

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Word of the Week – Cooler

Word of the Week – Cooler

When we think of a cooler, we think of a portable, insulated box that keeps things cold, right? That’s certainly the most common use these days, anyway.

But when cooler first joined the English language in the 1570s, it was instead referring to a vessel in which you’d put something hot that needed to cool off. (My family owns a farm, and in the shed there’s a cooler, which is an entire room, a walk-in refrigerator, which clearly comes from that same idea of making cool, not keeping cool.)

This “cool off” meaning was what led cooler to be adopted as a slang term for “jail” in 1884.

So what about those portable boxes? Those weren’t invented and named until 1944!

 

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Peace: Keeping or Making?

Peace: Keeping or Making?

Jesus talks a lot about peace. He talks about it like something physical, something to be bestowed, something that you can will to rest upon a place. He talks about it like a gift straight from heaven.

The biblical word used for peace encompasses more than just “without strife.” It has a sense of wholeness, of “all is right.”

So in Matthew 5:9 when He tells us “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God”…what does He really mean? Or rather, what does it mean to be a peacemaker?

I think more often, we’re familiar with peacekeepers. They’re the people who will offer compromises to keep from rocking the boat. And oh, friends, am I guilty of this. I don’t like conflict. I don’t generally think of myself as a “people pleaser,” but I am definitely a peacekeeper. I noticed this about myself as a preteen, when I would say anything to be agreeable. I’d claim to like things I didn’t, just because the person asking the question liked it.

I still remember walking back to the school from the track one day, hearing myself do something like that. I don’t remember the question–but I remember this hot ball of frustration in my chest. Why did I say that? I thought. I do NOT like that. Why can’t I just say so?

It was because I didn’t want to disagree. I didn’t want to rock the boat. I didn’t want to be the odd girl out. And so…I lied.

That’s a stark way to look at it–but accurate, at least for me. I’d say that most every lie I have ever told was for that same purpose: to keep the peace. To keep from rocking the boat. To keep from upsetting someone.

But I’m sure I’m not the only one who sees the problem there. Not just with lying, but with the fact that lying for the sake of peace means that peace is then counterfeit.

Now, let’s take a pause for a moment. Being truthful does not mean being rude, nasty, insulting, or otherwise negative. When someone asks if you like their new haircut and you don’t, you don’t have to be insulting. You can find something good about it, or even say that another style is still you’re favorite, but [insert something positive]. Because, let’s face it, your opinion is not FACT. Remember those exercises in grade school? The fact that I don’t like something doesn’t mean it isn’t good or likable. It’s just preference. And if my preference doesn’t align with yours, that’s no reason to hurt anyone’s feelings. I have a real problem with people who are so proud of “always saying what they’re thinking.” Having no filter is no more honest than phrasing your words kindly. Trust me. I had a big argument with someone once, and something they said stuck with me for years. When we finally talked about it, I was told, “But I didn’t mean that! If you’ve let that come between us, that’s Satan at work.”

Maybe…but maybe it was Satan who planted the words to begin with. Believing them was not my fault. They were said by someone who takes pride in being “blunt and honest,” so why wouldn’t I believe them?

We shouldn’t lie to keep the peace–but we should still treasure that peace enough to take it into account before we speak hurtful words.

And if we treasure peace, we don’t just keep it. We don’t just admire it. We don’t just try to preserve it. We don’t just compromise in order to maintain it.

The peace of Christ is something different, and we’re called to do something more. We’re called to make it.

We’re called to CREATE that soul-deep, “all is well” peace. We’re called to create it with love, with faith, with sacrifice, and with hope. Not with lies, compromises, insults, and division.

The peace of Christ is when you would rather die than deny Him–and rather be killed than kill.
The peace of Christ is when you help those who hurt you.
The peace of Christ is when you love the unlovable.
The peace of Christ is when you welcome the outcast, not cast out the one who has offended you.
The peace of Christ is when you greet an insult with a compliment.
The peace of Christ is when you seek to understand rather than to be understood.
The peace of Christ is when you answer a demand with a gift.

And do you know what happens when we do that? Jesus tells us, right there in the Sermon on the Mount.

We are called sons of God.
Heirs of the Kingdom of God.
Brothers and sisters of Christ.
We are given authority in Heaven and on Earth.
We are made like Him.

Peace, my friends, is something not just to seek, not just to preserve, but to make. It’s an active practice. And it doesn’t rely on pleasing people–it relies 100% on pleasing God by our interactions with them. On remembering that He loves them every bit as much as He loves us. And on treating them like they, too, are a son or daughter of God.

That ought to change everything.

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Word of the Week – Lawn

Word of the Week – Lawn

Do you like mowing the lawn? Confession: I have never in my life done that job. My dad told me I should learn and I believe I said something like, “No thanks.” When living in an apartment during and after college, it was irrelevant. And after we moved to a house, we delegated tasks, and outdoor stuff like lawn care went to my husband. These days, my son has taken over much of the mowing. And I’m quite happy to let them at it. 😉

And as it turns out, my opinion is very classical. Lawn dates from about 1540 as “turf, a stretch of grass,” but not usually in a cultivated sense. It came directly from Middle English laune, which was “a meadow, open space in a forest or between woods.” Etymologists think this Middle English word was borrowed either from the Old French lande, meaning “heath, moor, barren land, clearing” or the Germanic ladam of similar meaning, from which we got land.

But it wasn’t until the 1730s that anyone thought to cultivate and mow these grassy expanses! The first written record we have of such a thing is from 1733.

Do you enjoy tending a lawn or does it rank as a dreaded chore in your family?

 

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