My son is 6 and still occasionally sucks his thumb (please – no lectures or suggestions of how to get him to stop, it’s his thumb and if he needs it from time to time that is fine with me). And my daughter is 4 and she sucks her middle two fingers (it’s really rather cute since her aunt also sucked two fingers thought not the same ones.) At this point there is no damage to the teeth, though the cuticles will never be the same. Read the rest of this entry »
Since I’ve been spending an inordinate amount of time in front of the computer coding, (I program in LabVIEW which is a fun and powerful graphical programming language) I began to ponder whether or not my computer and software project is my friend (yes this is a sad commentary on my life over the last few weeks). I’m learning a new coding technique and find myself a bit frustrated with what my computer is saying back to me when I hit the “run” button. But the reality is that my computer is doing exactly what I tell it to do (discounting the occasional “insane object” error that is the responsibility of some LabVIEW developer squirrled away in a remote cube). Read the rest of this entry »
I’m feeling a bit crabby tonight. Working late into the evening and trying to decipher new software technologies can certainly put one in a rather foul mood. So I glanced at my desk and found Wadell’s book (yes I actually made it to the bookstore at school and there was one copy left – yea for me) and randomly flipped it open to page 68 and found these rich tidbits:
“All of us must be able to learn lessons in caring somewhere, and friendship is a fitting context for doing so. Think of all we can be called to do for our friends, things that call us out of ourselves and challenge us to act on behalf of another. We are called to give time to our friends. We are asked to make sacrifices on their behalf. We are challenged to be patient with them and forgive them…
Becky’s response to my last post and her subsequent post got my mind whirlin…(perhaps ducking is in order). Then Susan began a series on pastoral care which included her stories in three different churches. As I mulled over Susan’s and Becky’s thoughts, I detected a bit of overlap. (Though I would like to speak more of Wendell’s wisdom, the seminary bookstore was closed on Sat., so I don’t have his book handy. As such you are stuck with my wandering musings).
Since the small group forms the nucleus of many contemporary churches, one would expect this environment to breed the type of friendship of which Wadell so eloquently speaks. My experience bears this out. Those in my church who are indeed friends or who have played the friendship role in my life (Wadell has raised the bar of friendship a little higher than I would) have done so in various small group settings. They lovingly and gracefully bring out the “mirror mirror on the wall” at just the opportune time. Read the rest of this entry »
Wow! A friend of mine loaned me a book called Becoming Friends by Paul Wadell. Before I praise the many positives, I’ll mention two aspects that warrant caution. First this is no easy read. Don’t expect to pick it up, blaze through it, and miraculously find that you have more friends, or are a better friend. This tome takes time and deserves at least two readings (and I confess I have only made it through the book one time). Secondly, I disagree with the author on several theological points. No, I’m not a seminary grad, but a few statements did give me pause. However, in this case, it is well worth tossing the bathwater and keeping the baby. Read the rest of this entry »
Ahhh… on Friday I work all day teaching a software class. My wonderful husband has offered to don the domestic hat for the day. (shhhh…he thinks this is easy) His duties include the following:
1. Get very sleepy 4 and 6 year old up at 6:45. (The wife will make the son’s lunch, but will leave the house at 7:15).
2. Feed said children something healthy that they are willing to eat (good luck).
3. Cloth the children in clean clothes for the day.
3b. Perform cosmotology miracle with the 4 year-old’s hair. (The 4-year old inherited a mysterious gene that produces lovely golden, ringlet curls that must be combed every 2-3 hours to prevent the onset of dreadlocks). Read the rest of this entry »
I can tell from my blog stats that quite a few of you are planning to paint your baseboards this upcoming Labor Day weekend. What a wonderful time to reflect on those big, weighty questions in life: Why are we (humans) here? What went wrong? How can the ills of the world be fixed?