Thoughtful About . . . Sacrifices and Blessings

Thoughtful About . . . Sacrifices and Blessings

Last week we wrapped up the Bible study we’d been doing on Sacred Parenting–and the last session was on how parenting is all about sacrificial love, which teaches us what it is. A crucial step in the Christian faith, which is built on sacrifice. It was a great study, and in our discussion afterward, we touched on a lot of great aspects of the subject.
But what really struck me the most is the idea that our idea of sacrifices change over time. The author of the book used the example of a tired dad walking through the mall with his small daughter, who said, “Will you carry me, Daddy? My legs are tired.” He could tell the dad was tired too, but sighed and picked up his little girl. Gary (the author) found himself longing for those days–his youngest was 12. That time of his life was over, and though it was exhausting at the time, he missed it.
How true is that, so often?
It made me think of when my babies were still babies. Rowyn especially would wake up every night. I’m talking, for four years. Every night, at some point or another, he would cry. Every night, I would have to tromp, exhausted, down those stairs to his room. I’d scoop him up. I’d ease down into the old, creaking rocking chair. He’d cuddle in. I’d close my eyes.
There were nights I was so tired that I fell asleep sitting up in that old wooden rocker (not the soft, plush kind with cushions, mind you–the wooden kind). There were nights when I cried along with him because I just needed sleep, and he wouldn’t grant me that. There were nights when I seriously wondered if this kid would ever sleep through the night.
But now I think back on how many times God met me there in the hushed bedroom of my little boy, in the soft shadows of night. I remember how many times I crawled up into the lap of God, just as Rowyn crawled up into mine. I remember how many times I held him, praying him back to sleep…and then, after I saw his eyelids were firmly closed, I held him just a little longer–because I wasn’t ready yet to put him back down, even though that was what my goal had been.
And I realize that those things that were a sacrifice–of our time, our energy, our very sanity–became a blessing. It wasn’t that a blessing came from them, though certainly that happens sometimes. But it’s the thing itself, that action, that act of sacrificing, that we miss when the season has passed by. We miss the time spent giving to another. We miss the act of giving of ourselves.
It doesn’t stop the next sacrifice from hurting. It’s supposed to hurt, to cost us something. That’s why it’s a sacrifice. It grows us, it stretches us, it makes us ache with it. But it’s necessary. Because without sacrifice, what is our faith? If we don’t give to others, why did Jesus give up everything for us?
There are times when I really, really don’t feel up to fulfilling that obligation I agreed to. There are times when I really, really don’t want to pause my work to make another cheese sandwich. There are times when I really, really don’t think I have the strength to give up one more thing.
There are times when I don’t want to sing to the Lord. When I don’t want to worship. When I don’t want to praise. Because it hurts
That’s when we bring the sacrifice of praise. Of money. Of time. Of energy.
And God meets us there. He takes our sacrifices, and He returns them to us filled up with love. So that, looking back, we realize that that obligation became the thing we looked forward to. That we love cooking for our families. That we had just as much without that money as we would have had with it. That through praising God, the empty places inside were filled up.
The sacrifices didn’t just yield blessings. They are blessings.
What are you sacrificing today? For me, it’s time. And I’m going to stop right now and praise Him for asking it of me. Knowing that the sacrifice is sweet.
Thoughtful About . . . Quite a Week!

Thoughtful About . . . Quite a Week!

It’s been a crazy-busy week (aren’t they all?), and I wanted to take today to regroup, draw your attention to some things, and…well, frankly, go teach the canal class at my kids’ homeschool group. šŸ˜‰

www.roseannawhitedesigns.com

First of all, I want to announce the launch of the website for Roseanna White Designs! I finally bit the bullet and built a page specifically for my designing business. My favorite feature of the website is on the homepage–if you scroll down, there’s a testimonials section where the quote pops up as you hover over the thumbnail image that it goes with. Super fun!

Another fun aspect that I hope will set it apart from some other websites is my Behind the Design blog that’s attached–and which will have all the behind-the-scenes posts I do here too. =)

But there was something else that launched this week too–Dauntless, the young adult medieval romance/adventure written by my good friend, critique partner, and fellow editor at WhiteFire, Dina Sleiman!

To celebrate the launch, Bethany House is offering a truly awesome giveaway, which includes as first prize a cute heart-and-arrow necklace and a $250 Amazon gift card (woot!), and as second prize, a bow and arrow set and a leather backpack! Check out the giveaway!

Thoughtful About . . . God, Science, and Agendas

Thoughtful About . . . God, Science, and Agendas


There seems to be an idea today (okay, for quite a while),
that faith and science are at war. I’ve heard scientists say only fools believe
in God as the Bible paints him. But what concerns me more is that lately, from
every direction, I’ve been bombarded with Christians who say that science can’t
be trusted because it doesn’t agree with the Bible. I’ve seen tracts that point
out where science is wrong and the Bible right. I’ve seen videos, heard
interviews, and been debated on Facebook about the ā€œdangersā€ of science.
I’ve even heard people claim that if you believe in
evolution to any degree, you’re not a real Christian. (So…what do you call dog
breeding, dude? Are you aware that that
is what Origin of Species is actually
addressing, not ape-becoming-man?? Have you read it, or are you just judging it on what others have told you about it?) I’ve had people tell me
that if I even let my kids hear about evolution, I’m introducing evil into
their lives. And if a Christian doesn’t believe the earth is 6,000 years old? Watch out—you
might get excommunicated.
Now, I’m not a scientist. I’m not going to get into the
nitty-gritty of the specific arguments, because they usually make my eyes glass
over. I won’t judge the scientists for their erroneous claims about faith,
because that’s not my place—Paul’s pretty clear on that. He warns us that we’ll
be called fools by the world’s ā€œwise.ā€ But I will say this:
Too many Christians today are turning into Pharisees over
science.
I’m not supposed to judge the world for being…well, the
world. But I am supposed to call out
Christians for not being Christ-like (I Cor 5:9-13). But only if I can do it as Christ would—with love. I sure don’t
feel any love from someone who says I’m not a Christian if I’m not willing to
sign a statement of belief that says the world was created in 6 24-hour days,
period. (I’m using Young Earth and Evolution as my two examples because they’re
the ones that have come up for me so often lately.)
To them, I’d like to ask this. Do you believe that there’s
an ocean above the skies? Not moisture in the atmosphere, but a body of water?
Do you? Well if you’re going to read Genesis literally, you should. And it was
a big, hot-topic debate about 150 years ago. Moses is pretty clear that God
divided the firmament from the waters, and there were waters above and waters
beneath. Today, we assume that’s just pretty-talk for water and sky. That’s an understanding that has come by
reconciling our understanding of science to our reading of the Word.
It
wasn’t always so. Theologians in the 1800s got fired up over this, and those
who dared to say, ā€œNo, there isn’t water aboveā€ were branded as heretics by
those who wanted to stick to the very-literal meaning.
We can see who ultimately won that argument.
Does it mean that God has changed? That the Scriptures are
fallible? No! It means our understanding is fallible and changing.
That’s the thing that really gets my knickers in a bunch.
All these people who seem to think that if they can’t reconcile an idea with
their traditional understanding, then they should just accuse the idea of being
wrong and ungodly. Yo, dude. Maybe your
understanding is faulty
. Can we please
stop pigeon-holing God into the narrow slip of the world that we can understand
and instead praise Him for being so much greater than we can understand?
I get that it’s hard to challenge the way you’ve always
thought of a thing. I do. But just look at how many different interpretations
there are of Scripture. Once-saved-always-saved sure isn’t accepted worldwide. How
about beliefs about baptism? Communion? Evangelism? Hell? Speaking in tongues?
The other gazillion issues that have divided one denomination from another?
Why not accept that thoughts on science are similar? Science
as a whole knows that its
understanding is incomplete. And while, sure, you’re going to get adherents to
a specific theory that will argue with that theory’s detractors until they’re
blue in the face, science as a whole will readily admit that there’s much they
don’t know. To them, that’s what fuels discovery. That’s what makes them
stretch themselves out toward new knowledge.
Why are Christians so ready to claim that ā€œnewā€ is evil?
That leads me back to my statement about us turning into
Pharisees, which I sure hope got a rise from you. Pharisees knew the Law and
the Prophets. They could quote it backwards, forward, and upside-down. They
were kings of saying But God said… ā€œBut
God said ā€˜keep the Sabbath holy,’ Jesus. Why are you healing on it?ā€ What did Jesus say? That He’s Lord of the
Sabbath.
The Pharisees said, ā€œBut Moses said we can divorce our
wives!ā€ What did Jesus say? That Moses was writing to the hardness of man’s
heart, but that was never what God wanted.
You get that? Moses
was writing to fallen, limited man
. But
Jesus challenged us to open our eyes to the God behind the words. The intent
behind the Law
.
Maybe God did
explain the universe to Moses in terms of atoms and neutrons and black holes
and cellular functions. But Moses was still a man, and one without the
scientific base that we have. Moses had limited words. Ever try explaining a
dream? You can see it, but there just aren’t always words for it. So you end up
saying, ā€œI flew to LA, but when I got there, it was London.ā€ They’re the best
words you have…but they’re not enough to explain what you really saw and experienced in that dream. They’re not enough to make it make sense. I daresay Moses
experienced something similar. I mean, seriously. Can you imagine having
eternal truths revealed you and then having to put them into words?
I’m not saying Moses explained it wrong. I’m not saying the
Word of God wasn’t inspired. I’m just saying that it was crafted with human
tools, and that those are limited. I’m saying that God is bigger than any
explanation. I’m saying that though the
Bible is the inspired, infallible word of God, it isn’t all of God. He’s too big to be constrained to 66 books
.
You know what? The
Pharisees didn’t much like Jesus challenging them to expand their
understanding. They stuck with what Moses said, thank you very much
. And
then they killed him for his trouble.
Here’s the thing. I don’t know how the earth was created—I just
know God created it, and then He rested. Were the days 24-hours long? [Insert
shrug here.] Strict readers of Genesis would tell me they were, of course they were, and then some would
look at me with profound sorrow in their eyes for doubting the word of God.
I’m not. But I am
realizing that I sure don’t read ā€œdayā€ as ā€œa literal 24 hoursā€ in chapter 2
when God says ā€œOf every tree of the garden you may freely eat; but of the tree
of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you
eat of it you shall surely die.ā€ We’re happy to call that one metaphorical (though
it’s the same word used in ā€œOn the first dayā€¦ā€) because we can see the evidence that Adam and Eve did not die on that day.
But we can’t see Creation. We can’t see any particular step
of evolution (though duck-billed platypuses do make some wonder, LOL). We can
just look at the evidence left behind and try to understand it.
If we’re not married to a literal understanding in chapter
2, though, why are so many married to it in chapter 1? Why are we willing to
alienate an entire generation over it? I’m not saying it couldn’t have been 6
literal days. I’m just saying it’s not
worth arguing about.
I’m saying
that the most profound thing you can admit is that our understanding is limited, incomplete, and fallible.
I’m saying that my faith isn’t so weak that it hinges on a
particular understanding of a particular verse. Why should it, when I
intimately know the unlimited God? When I can see how He’s bigger than the
average man in the Old Testament believed Him to be? God hasn’t changed,
nosirree. But man has. And oh, how
glad I am to have the Spirit dwelling within me, guiding me through new
discoveries!
You know what I took from Origin of Species when I read it? Wow, God is so awesome! He made His
creation so adaptable, because He knew change would come! Know what I generally
think when I hear physicists musing about a big bang versus an eternal universe
(new theory), expanding versus contracting? Wow, look at God’s fingerprints on
the universe! How awesome and vast and unknowable it is—and how comforting to
know that though I’ll never know the
Truth of it, He does.
He created us with curious minds. Minds that long to know
more. Do we latch onto beliefs about our world that are wrong? Absolutely. But
it’s not just science that does that. It’s
us
.
We’re not at war with science, Christians. We created it,
after all. Modern science was based on the idea that the world must be orderly,
since God made it, and so we have a hope of understanding it. Sure, plenty have
gone astray from that. Too many scientists try to reason away God.
But maybe that’s because too many Christians have deemed
science evil instead of letting go of their own limited understandings.
Science, in its purist form, shouldn’t be trying to prove
God-or-no-God. It shouldn’t be trying to prove evolution-or-creation. Science shouldn’t have an agenda, and
that goes for a ā€œChristianā€ agenda as much as an atheist one. It should just be
observing, and then wondering about the observations. That should make us questions
our understanding
. That doesn’t mean
we have to question our faith.
Jesus proved that faith is so much bigger than the words
Moses penned. Those words are meant to be a guide toward God, but they cannot
get us to Him, otherwise Jesus wouldn’t have had to come. So why are so many
Christians today clinging to an Old Testament understanding about the world?
Why are they ready to crucify any who say that maybe there’s more to it?
If you got in a time machine and showed up in medieval
Europe with a cell phone, you would be burned at the stake for witchcraft. If
you told that early church that man would walk on the moon and the earth was
round, you’d be labeled a heretic. Not by science (our idea of science–modern science–didn’t even exist
then), but by the church.
Prove to me we’ve changed, people. Prove to me that our
faith is stronger than this. Prove to me that you’re capable of seeing that, no
matter whether you’re debating photons as particles or waves or some
combination or are happy to leave it at ā€œLet there be light,ā€ God is the
ultimate authority, not you. Science
is just trying to understand the world. Faith is trying to understand the
creator. Most of the time, they use very different language, and there’s
nothing wrong with that.
When you put them together, it isn’t war. It’s beautiful…at
least until the Pharisees (anti-science Christians) and Sadducees (atheist
scientists) show up. But let’s not let them ruin it for the rest of us. It’s a
beautiful day, folks. A day when we can get a bit more of a glimpse than ever
before into the wonders that are our God. Let’s not ruin it with our
limitations…let’s just look to the Unlimited One and thank Him for leading us
toward a fuller understanding. Even if that means letting go of our previous
one.
Thoughtful About . . . My Boy

Thoughtful About . . . My Boy

Today is one of those milestones (so forgive me for posting my “thoughtful” post a day early, LOL). My baby turned 7. My youngest, my little guy. Proving yet again that time marches ever onward.

So as is my tradition, I figure I’ll take time out of my normal scheduled blogging today to talk a bit about my awesome little guy.

For starters, I have a hard time finding a picture these days, because he’s so much like his papa–he likes being behind a camera, but has developed an aversion to being in front of one, LOL. This is from his party. You won’t find him in the shot. šŸ˜‰

Rowyn is an inquisitive little guy, and he loves learning. His favorite books are his Lego Build book and his Dino Encyclopedia. (Yes, non-fiction. Can you hear me weeping? Sniff, sniff.) He loves science, is awesome at math, and likes to pretend he can’t read very well…until he wants to, then lo and behold, he can read most anything he sees.

Candy bridge (why, what do you do with yours?)

Though he often still says he wants to be an artist when he grows up, he also thinks it would be fun to be a digger. And a race car driver. And a rock star (though he doesn’t like being on stage any more than he likes having his picture taken). And…he just admitted last week…a builder.

Lego Dragon: “Fully articulated!” says Rowyn

This is where he really shines right now. This kid will build in absolutely any medium. String and toothpicks become bridges for his toys. Halloween candy isn’t just for eating, it’s for building a Candy Kingdom with. Blocks, Legos, boxes…all fodder for his rich engineering imagination. I love seeing what he comes up with…and after Christmas or a birthday, you may just hear me saying, “Please, Rowyn, can we take a break from building things for just a few minutes? Please??” LOL

Rowyn, age 4, building with wood scraps

Of my two, he’s the busier–always playing, building, drawing. But he’s also the cuddler. I joke that I must have a magnet in my lap, because I can’t sit down near him without him climbing up and plopping down. I can always count on that 6 a.m. “Mama!” to be followed by hugs and cuddles. He loves to laugh, hates to be apart from his sister, and doesn’t need to be reprimanded for hitting nearly as much as he used to be. šŸ˜‰ Though in some ways he refuses to be independent, in other ways, he takes pride in being self-sufficient…usually in the ways I wish he wouldn’t, LOL. (“No, Rowyn, don’t try to cut that yourself! Rowyn, don’t climb up on that, just ask me to get it off the shelf for you! Buddy, you can’t operate that equipment on your own…”) He’s my helper in the kitchen, though if ever I suggest he learn how to be a chef someday, he gives me a look that says, “No way, crazy woman.”

This kid’s dimples always get me, and his laugh is one of the bright spots in my days–it’s straight from the belly, unrestrained. Though he often goes silent around other folks, he spends his days with rarely a quiet moment at home. When he isn’t talking or making appropriate sound effects for his toys, he’s singing–and rarely a song that isn’t an original Rowyn. (So who knows, maybe he will overcome the stage-aversion thing and be a rock star, LOL.)

Ro “stealing kisses” in Dec. 2013

I’m so incredibly blessed to have these two amazing little people in my life. So incredibly blessed to get to spend my days teaching them and learning with them, watching their every discovery and seeing how they grow. I love seeing them come into the gifts and talents God has given them.

And so glad to get to wish my little guy a happy 7th birthday. May this year be filled with discovery, love, and laughter, Ro-boat!

Thoughtful About . . . What Matters

Thoughtful About . . . What Matters

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard it: “Everything you do, do it for the glory of God.” A beautiful sentiment, right? But it always left me going, “Yes! But…how?” How do you change a diaper for the glory of God? How do you cook dinner for the glory of God? How do you [insert menial task here] for the glory of God?

No one ever answered that for me, LOL. But this past week, it finally clicked. For me at least, the secret to that how lies in one simple realization:

Everything matters.

To explain my simple epiphany, I need to use the example of dealing with kids. At this point in my life, that’s what most of my interactions are, what most of my day consists of, and what most of my other tasks go back to. So.

Think back on some of your memories from childhood–the little ones. That day you helped your grandma plant something. That time you were sick and your mom let you eat Jell-O in bed. That day on the playground when you felt so very alone, because your best friend was playing with someone else. The panic that came that day when you turned around in the store and couldn’t see your family anymore, even though they were right around the corner and got you in about half a second.

These are the memories that no one else remembers. These are the memories that have shaped you. These are the little things, the snippets of ordinary days, that have made you who you are.

These are the things that matter.

I don’t know what my kids are going to remember…but I can pretty much guarantee it’s not going to be all the things I remember about their days as little ones. For all I know, my Bad Day is going to be the one to stick in their memory, not all the good ones around it. That response I make when they ask for a treat even though they didn’t clean their room like they were supposed to.

In our Bible study, we’ve done both Sacred Marriage and now Sacred Parenting. What I love about these books is that they’re not about how to be happy in our relationships–they’re about how to be holy. One thing the author points out is that it’s helpful to remember that our spouses and children are children of God. They, not just strangers, are the ones Jesus is talking about when he said, “I was naked and you clothed me, I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink.”

By providing for them, we’re providing for Jesus. By loving them, we’re loving Jesus. By yelling at them, we’re yelling at Jesus?

That’s where my realization came in. Now, don’t get me wrong. I think sometimes we need to raise our voice to get the attention of a rambunctious kid. To get the point across. But it was eye-opening for me to stop and think, “What if this is the thing they remember?” I want my every response, my every reaction, my every lesson taught and hug given, to be something that will build my children up and make them understand what it is to be godly.

Or in other words…I want it all to be for the glory of God.

The same lesson applies to every other thing I do. When I stop to think “This matters,” then I do it with care. I do it with prayer. I do it for those around me, and I do it for God. Because I never know how it’s going to strike someone. How it’s going to impact someone. What they might remember. What I might remember, and how it might shape me.

That load of laundry matters…because it allows me to clothe my loved ones. That dinner matters, because I’m feeding them. My attitude matters, because God sees it.

It all matters. And when I remember that, then I’m a step closer to leading the holy life He wants for me and from me.

Thoughtful About . . . Being Good

Thoughtful About . . . Being Good

Be good. It’s a familiar refrain, one we probably say to our children a gazillion times. Whenever we send them off to a friend’s house, or on those days when The Sibling Wars are especially fierce. It’s understood that there are the good things to do and the bad. That those are, to a point, what define us. That it’s by what we’re judged by the people around us, at the least.
And in my ongoing quest to figure out how to be who God wants me to be in this world that seems more intent upon pursuing all the bad things rather than the good, I came across this verse.

“For this is the will of God, that by doing good you may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men— 16 as free, yet not using liberty as a cloak for vice, but as bondservants of God. 17 Honor all people. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the king.”
~ I Peter 2:15-17 


In this section, Peter is cautioning people to live a Godly life before the world, abstaining from lusts of the flush and sinful things. Obeying the government. Then these verses above. I’ve no doubt read them quite a few times, but they really struck me the last time I did. Look closely.

By doing good you my put to silence the ignorance of foolish men.

What does that mean? It means that our actions speak louder than the words of our enemies, of our detractors. It means that by doing good, doing the will of God, we point to Him, and in the face of it, no one can really say anything bad about us. It means that by being/doing good, we force the other side to bite their tongues. Because how can they argue with what is universally acknowledged as good?

But then it goes on. Let’s examine verse 16. …as free, yet not using liberty as a cloak for vice…
This reminds me of the part in I Corinthians where Paul says, “Look, guys. You’re free from the law. That means all things are lawful for you. But don’t be stupid. It doesn’t mean all things are good for you, that all things are helpful. Act like they are and you’re just going to become a slave to them.” (That’s the Roseanna paraphrase.)

We are free. Yes, absolutely. Faith in Jesus frees us from law, from religion. But we’re still responsible for our actions in the world. And what’s more, people are still watching us. So we don’t want to use freedom as an excuse to do bad things. That’s just stupid. We have to find the balance to strike–embracing the freedom without abusing it. Rejecting the chains of the law, be it the ancient ones that Jesus was arguing with or the ones the church was pretty quick to develop within the first couple hundred years of Christianity–but not betraying the spirit behind all those constricting rules.

And here’s the clincher. …as bondservants of God.

I’ve talked before about what it really means to be a bondservant of God. (Read that post here. It’s one I go back to frequently.) In a nutshell, it means we freely turn our will over to Him. We swear to serve Him for all our lives, and in return we become part of His family, part of His household. A servant, yes, but one beloved by our master and even able to inherit. So if we’re living out our liberty as bondservants of God, then that means EVERYTHING WE DO is for Him. In His interests. What He asks of us.

It means we’re going to show respect to those in authority. We’re going to love our brethren in Christ. We’re going to be good citizens. We’re never going to forget what God can do. We’re going to be good. And because we are, others will see and respect us and love us and seek God. It means that the worst thing people will be able to say about us is that we follow a strange God who doesn’t do the things that the world does, doesn’t worship what the world worships, and leads others to this same God. 

Now that’s a criticism we should all seek to have lobbed at us!