Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Spiritual Misogyny and Egalitarianism


I attended a small local community college.  So, when some buffoon commented in class, "we should line up shoulder to shoulder on the (Indian) reservation and shoot everything that moves", word got around.  The general consensus was that the knave should be strung up, then tarred and feathered.

Being Native American myself, of course I was aghast.  Though, knowing the fellow personally, I wasn't surprised.  As a regular contributor to the school newspaper, though, I took advantage of the school-wide outrage to make a bigger point.

"It's not the blatant racism that bothers me, it's the benevolent sort that I find so frustrating.  Don't you realize, dear non-racist-friend, that when you think I am too foolish, weak-minded, or inept to fight my own battles - usually due, of course, to years of oppression, that you agree with the blatant racist: I am inferior to you."

It was a shocking realization for a number of my progressive friends.

I submit that the same argument is true of the egalitarian movement currently assaulting God's church.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

What God Has Joined Together: Changing How We Think About Adoption


I hear it not infrequently.  And it always makes me cringe.

The latest version went like this:
God is molding a baby in another mother's womb to be the perfect fit for our family.

I don't know whether to cry or to scream.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Just Call Me Kish {On Being a Grandmother After God's Own Heart}

Monday morning I was blessed beyond words when my first grandchild was born.  I have been trying to decide what my grandson would call me ever since I knew of his impending arrival.  

Everyone is grandma (so confusing), and I loathe "granny."  I wanted something easy for him to say that would distinguish me from his other grandmother (and great grandmothers).  Since I am part Wasco (Indian), it seemed to me that the Wasco word for grandmother was perfect.  I am officially "Kish"!

Sam: the world's cutest grandson.

Monday, July 21, 2014

See You at the Finish Line!


24 Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. 25 Everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. 26 Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; 27 but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified. (1 Corinthians 9)

When I left Facebook, a young God-lover who was serving the Lord in Mexico on a summer mission trip bid me farewell:

See you at the finish line!

Friday, July 18, 2014

Making a Jesus a Liar

This is actually a recycled post - one of my favorites from earlier this year.  (And, if you enjoy reading my previous posts, it turns out that one of them was featured on Faithful Bloggers last week.  I'd be blessed if you'd read and comment on either one!)

For decades, as I've read my Bible, I've been somewhat curious about how the early Christians lived in such intimate community with one another.  And, as I've been curious, I've discussed this with wiser, older Christians and they've always agreed: " is such a curiosity...such a beautiful thing...but definitely not "required" in any way...and not even feasible in our day and age and location."

Sounded reasonable to me.

Yet, it still nags at me every time I read verses like:

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Communion - What Does God Want From It? (And a Recipe!)

Delicious unleavened bread from recipes for our daily bread dot com. 

Every other week, I make the bread for our weekly participation in the Lord's Supper.  Sometime last fall, I came across this absolutely delicious recipe from Diane at Recipes For Our Daily Bread.  This bread is so yummy that there is never any left (and I make quite a bit) and when The Cowboy first tasted it he declared it was too yummy to qualify as communion bread!

You see, millennia of a distorted view of the Lord's Supper - that has resulted in a form of ritualism that God has declared that He despises - have brought us to believe that Communion is a time of somber reflection over tasteless bits of cracker and a thimble of juice.

The practice instituted by the Spirit-led apostles couldn't have been further from our sad attempts to participate in what was established as a glorious time of remembrance and fellowship among believers.

Monday, July 14, 2014

When Ministry Becomes Idolatry and Service Becomes Sin


I felt a connection to her because we had given birth a day apart with the very same midwife. Actually she had worked for my midwife and done my first prenatal with her.

At that appointment she told me all about the mission trip to Central America she and her husband had gone on in recent years.  The kids had stayed with friends and family, as she and her husband took a couple of weeks out of "real life" to do Real Life.

So when she posted on Facebook, not two weeks after our cherubs were born, that she was itching to get back in the mission field, I couldn't help myself.

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