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Birthdays, Karma and Grace

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“Well, I got a great lesson in Karma the other day,” my friend, Ann, began.

When Ann calls I mostly listen and today’s conversation was no different.

“Sue Ellen stopped by with my birthday gift. It was in a pink bag and stuffed with about fifteen pieces of rose-colored tissue paper. She’s so sweet. Well we talked awhile and then she told me to open her present.

I pulled out the paper and inside was a decorative box and inside the box was a lovely silk scarf.”

“Aw, that was nice.” I injected.

“Yes, it was. Actually I was speechless. That scarf had all my favorite colors in it and would look great with many of my outfits.”

Ann paused, but before I could add anything she continued.

“In fact those were the thoughts I had when I saw it in the mall and bought it for Sue Ellen a couple of years ago on her birthday.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope, she couldn’t have given me anything I liked more. Thus the lesson about Karma: What you give out does come back to you.”

“Did you remind her?”

“No, she would be mortified and besides I wanted that scarf.”

After we finished our conversation I googled “Karma” and found the word has its origin in Hinduism and Buddhism referring to action seen as bringing  inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or the next. Actually, being rewarded or punished according to ones deeds.

The concept is similar to “Do unto others as you want them to do unto you,” or “As you sow so you reap”.

The moral of Aesop’s fable, The Ant and the Dove, is a good example of Karma in action.

A tiny ant wants a drink of water so she leans over a rushing stream, loses her balance and falls in. The current carries the little insect downstream to where a dove sits on a tree branch.

Seeing the ant’s peril, the dove nips a leaf with its beak and tosses it to the ant who latches on to the leaf and is saved. She sails to safety.

Later, a hunter sees the kind, fat dove and desires to kill it for dinner. Placing an arrow in his bow, the hunter takes aim, but the tiny ant happens to be nearby and attacks his ankle. The bites distract the hunter and the dove is saved by the actions of the tiny creature.

Obviously, if the dove had not saved the ant the ant could not have later saved the dove.

What goes around comes around.

My faith teaches that we are saved by grace not Karma. God’s grace through Christ’s sacrifice on the Cross ensures my next life.

Mother wrote in her journal, “Obedience to our inner conscience brings the power of God into our lives.”

It never hurts to send out the good.

 

 

 

 

 


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A Spring Break Visit: Captain America, Discovery Park and a Treasure Hunt

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Two weeks ago one of our grandsons came for Spring break. The school district ran ahead of the calendar so the weather required us to spend Monday and Tuesday inside playing Monopoly and watching movies. One was the action packed Captain America.

This WW I hero has an experience that enhances his abilities and extends his life to the present time. He possesses a special shield that rests in a holster on his back at the ready should he need protection from an enemy assault.

Wednesday, the weather was perfect for a trip to Union City and a visit to Discovery Park of America.  It is aptly named. We made a multitude of discoveries about outer space, the sinking of the Titanic, the military, vintage automobiles, geology and ecology. We only had a day so we will make more discoveries another time.

Thursday was rainy, and we decided to spend it inside Butler’s Antique store. Fearing that might sound awful to a ten-year old, I described our outing as a Treasure Hunt.

Before picking up my friend who joined us, I told Maston (the grandson) that I felt comfortable letting him roam freely in the antique store and challenged him to search high and low until he found something special for the money he had in his pocket.

Taking my advice, he burst through the front door like Indiana Jones looking for the lost tomb. When he resurfaced twenty minutes later, he was the proud owner of some impressive loot and money to spare. Apparently he’d done a little haggling with the proprietor.

Tired and hungry after our adventure, we took a lunch break and Googled his find. It was selling on Ebay for twice what he paid.

After lunch we had time and money for another stop, and that’s where he unearthed the Captain America shield. Our outing was a success and we headed home.

The rest of the break sped by.  I sat down for my quiet time the following Monday and read Psalms 91:4,

“His truth shall be your shield”.

Images of Captain America flashed through my mind. Raising his magnificent shield, he warded off any attack: throwing it, he knocked out foes; resting in the holster, it protected his back; just knowing he possessed such a weapon gave him confidence.

God, in His infinite wisdom, provides a shield of protection for is children. With it, we can withstand any attack the enemy launches against us.

In her journal Mother wrote, “Doing the impossible is everyday business with God.”

 


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A Long Winter, A New Book, A Beautiful Snowfall and (Hopefully) Winter’s Last Hurrah

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I hope some of you noticed I that I haven’t posted for a while. That’s because I finished writing my second book and was editing and rewriting. This new effort is a book for my grandchildren. There are scriptures, short life lessons, entries from Mother’s prayer journals and prayer prompts. It should be available before summer. I’ll tell you more about that later.

Here’s today’s post.

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Living in the south means a good snowfall always gets our attention. Schools are let out so buses full of wiggling children don’t accidently slide off a rural road and into a ditch. The local news channels broadcast hours of redundant footage and remind their viewers to stay home if they can.

Grocery stores love snow because people rush to the bread and milk aisles grabbing sustenance for the duration of the storm. I also grab whatever chocolate is within reach before rushing home to fill the tub with water in case the ice (that usually paves the way for the actual snow fall) breaks power lines and causes the electricity to go off. Then we “hunker down” for few days until the stuff melts.

This year February hosted two significant snow events, and I’m thinking surely this week’s snowfall is winter’s grand finale.

Nature out did herself Wednesday night with rain, sleet and finally the pristine layer of white icing so deep it covered even the stalks in last summers cornfields.

Thursday’s deepfreeze was capped off by a spectacular sunset seen from the back windows and an orange-sherbet full moon rising over the black silhouettes of oak trees in the front. The result was spectacular and caused a flurry of pictures on Facebook.

Friday morning’s sun directed its rays with the precision of Stephen Spielberg and perfectly lit each snow-covered tree so the branches sparkled like the arms of stars on Oscar night.

With a cup of coffee in hand, I roamed from room to room and as (Mama Lilly Bell would say) “mirated” over each vista.  Don was doing the same thing and from the window by his desk he called for me to come and look.

The wispy elm and birch trees between our house and our neighbors’ were liberally sprinkling glitter from lower branches to the blanket of white below. A bird lit on a nearby forsythia bush causing a bucketful of glitter to cascade from the branches.

It reminded me of the dozens of bottles of man-made glitter my students sprinkled on hundreds of snowflakes cut from folded paper and then stapled to bulletin boards every January.

But the art activity outside the window came straight from the Master Creator of the universe and the effect was stunning!

The winter scenario made me realize that any little flake can sparkle if the sun (Son) shines on it. The Son’s light is surely my only hope.

This morning we woke to an azure sky and  dozens of noisy robins devouring berries on the tree by the front porch.

I don’t know where they’ve been, but either Hitchcock is doing a remake of his spooky movie The Birds or they know winter has had her last hurrah.

I’m hoping it’s the latter.

In her journal Mother wrote, “It is enough for me to know that my name is written on the palm of the Creator of the world.”

Me too.

 

 

 


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My Guest Blogger Shares Wisdom from a Conference in Kansas City, Missouri

I have a guest on my blog today. Actually, he’s one of my favorite people in the world which is a good thing because we’re married.  Don McLeary has a special place in his heart for young people, and as a former football coach had the opportunity to make an impact on many lives. His post is a tribute to others who acknowledge the importance of raising responsible kids.

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In 1975, I attended a business conference in Kansas City, Missouri where the keynote speaker was a professor in psychology from a college in Colorado.

His topic was You Are What You Are Because You Were Where You Were Then, and he got my attention when he said children have decided how they view the world by the time they are three years old. By this age their sense of right and wrong has been established.

He went on to tell his audience that responsibility and character are developed at an early age, and most personalities are determined by the environment.

He talked about culture as it related to each decade. Beginning with the 1920’s and continuing to the current time – the 1970’s, he posed three questions:

  1. What was the biggest movie?
  2. What was the hit song?
  3. How did people get their kicks?

Answering these questions, he said, would give a snapshot of the culture of each decade. When he compared the answers, the differences were stark. The culture had changed dramatically, and those changes would affect future generations.

He also contended that character and responsibility were the top traits employers looked for when hiring new people to their companies. He noted that if you grew up on a farm you were probably taught responsibility.

This conference came to mind when I visited with a doctor from Oak Ridge a few years ago who told me about something that happened when he was a young man eking out a living on a farm in the 1930’s.

Finding the task impossible, he hopped a train to Detroit to find other work. Arriving at his destination he found long employment lines, but he was fortunate to land a job. Curious as to why he was hired, my friend asked the man who hired him and was told, “You grew up on a farm. I figured you were responsible.”

Responsibility is one of the most important characteristics a person can have to ensure a fulfilling life.   My hat’s off to the parents, grandparents, pastors, teachers, coaches and anyone else who pours time and energy into helping children become responsible. You are truly Making Something Happen.

Thanks Don for sharing your thoughts. Readers can read more of Don’s posts a http://www.makingsomethinghappen.com

In her journal Mother wrote, “We must take full responsibility for our actions and confess them to God before we can expect Him to forgive us and continue His work in us.”


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Saeed Abedini, a Warm Blanket and Christmas Joy

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As I retrieve boxes of Christmas decorations from the attic, holiday music plays in the background.

I carefully place crèches atop the mantel and on tabletops, unwrap the football Santas and distribute them around the sunroom and then fill vases with greenery from the farm.

The recent programs at church provided musical adrenalin straight to my heart where it was pumped to my brain causing lyrics and notes to dance in my head all through the night.

Since my last blog post at Thanksgiving, I have joyfully anticipated Christmas Day with kids and grandkids.

Pastor Jordan Easley reaffirmed my joyful state with his sermon last week reminding the congregation that because of Jesus there can be joy any time anywhere to those who accept Christ as their Savior.

Yesterday my joyful existence wavered a bit as I looked through my Twitter feed and came upon this letter on @CBNNews. It is from Pastor Saeed Abedini who was jailed by the Iranian government two years ago for refusing to recant his faith.

He writes about being too cold to sleep at night and facing Christmas without any family close by and is instead surrounded by men who despise him for his love of Christ.

Here is part of his Christmas letter.

Christmas means that God came so that He would enter your hearts.

Christmas is the day that the heat of the life-giving fire of God’s love shone in the dark cold wintry frozen hearts and burst forth in this deadly wicked world.

The same way that the heat from the earth’s core melts the hard stones in itself and produces lava, the fiery love of God, Jesus Christ, through the virgin Mary’s womb came to earth on Christmas to melt the hard heart of sin and wickedness of the world and removes them from our life. In the same process, the work of the Holy Spirit is a fiery rain of God’s Holiness and Mercy that flows into our body, soul and spirit and brings the light of Christ into us and through us making this dark, cold, wintry world into radiant burning brightness. He is turning our world into a world full of peace, joy, and love that is so different than the dark, cold, and wintry world that we used to live in. Hallelujah!

So this Christmas let the lava-like love of Christ enter into the depth of your heart and make you fiery, ready to pay any cost in order to bring the same lava love to the cold world around you, transforming them with the true message of Christmas.

Pastor Saeed Abedini

Mother wrote in her journal, “My strength comes from the Lord and there is joy in knowing He is enough.”

If I had the power to release this man of God, he would be free and with his family on Christmas Day, and that would be the extent of my planning. God is capable of more than I can ever imagine and therein is the only joy I can find in this situation.

Until God fulfills His purpose for Pastor Abedini, I can pray for a blanket to keep him warm.


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Thoughts on Thanksgiving and Parenting

Thanksgiving is behind us and the Christmas decorating is in full force, but I am still enjoying some sweet Thanksgiving memories.

  1. Preplanning via texts with my daughters about who’s bringing what. I love that they are funny, capable women who can multitask with the best.
  2. Fixing the dressing for the forty-sixth time with the love of my life who is also a great cook.
  3. Playing card games with the grandkids and visiting as we play a heated game of Hand and Foot.
  4. Sitting around the table with people who mean the most in the world to me.
  5. Watching Matt take the hand of the nearest family member and walk them to the kitchen for some tea or chocolate cake anytime he feels like it. With profound disabilities, he still knows he can count on them for the good stuff.
  6. Sitting with family in front of the TV after dinner to cheer for our favorite team.
  7. Kissing them goodbye as they happily go back to their busy lives and Don and I prop our feet up and have a quiet cup of coffee.

We enjoy our daughters and their husbands. They are people we would choose for friends even if they weren’t family. When they were growing up, we weren’t their friends. We were their parents and sometimes they didn’t like us.

Now I watch them parent their own kids. They laugh, they scold, they tease, they counsel, but they don’t let go of the authority role parents have to maintain. They expect respect and they get it.

They take their parenting roles seriously. It isn’t fun to enforce curfews and bedtimes or to check on homework and grades, but they do it anyway because it helps their children succeed.

Walter E. Williams, a professor of economics at George Mason University, writes a weekly editorial that appears in our local newspaper. Today he wrote, “Whether a student is black, white, orange or polka-dot and whether he’s poor or rich, there are some minimum requirements that must be met in order for a child to do well in school.

Someone must make the student do his homework. Someone must see to it that he gets eight to nine hours of sleep. Someone has to fix him a wholesome breakfast and ensure that he gets to school on time and respects and obeys teachers. . . . .If those basic requirements aren’t met, whatever else is done in the name of education is for naught.”

 

In her journal mother wrote, “We need the help of those who can enlarge our vision and broaden our prospective; people who help us learn from their experiences.”

It is a fortunate child whose parents will do just that.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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The Skunk in the Organ

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On a recent Sunday morning my life-long friend, Ann Cocktale, decided to warm up the rarely used church organ in her small country church hoping her talented pastor would take the hint and bless the faithful congregation with a prelude before the morning sermon.

Ann began a lively rendition of “I’ll Fly Away” when a scratching noise erupted from the base of the organ.

“A mouse,” she thought as she began the second verse, but by the time she arrived at the chorus the scratching was easily heard in the first pew. “Possibly a whole mouse family,” Ann mused and hurriedly dismounted the bench.

By the time her feet hit the floor, the scratching was so frantic that the whole congregation looked uneasy because back in the spring the elder charged with opening the doors each Sunday smelled a skunk when he entered the building.

Proceeding to the restroom, he reached for the room spray and returned to the sanctuary where he vigorously attempted to replace the skunks’ smell with Scent of Lilac.

Monday morning he called a local exterminator who put out traps and, after catching the same cat three different times, managed to dispose of the skunks and fumigate the church.

That recent experience was on the minds of the whole congregation who as one body decided the skunk, now obviously dwelling in their organ, was determined to get out.

The scratching intensified to sonic proportions as Ann galloped to the back of the church and the “menfolk” armed themselves in preparation for an impending Armageddon. The clamor was unnerving.

The holy warriors settled on a strategy that included mop and broom handles and they were about to launch an attack when the wisest among them had a revelation and yelled, “Wait a minute!”

Cautiously approaching the organ, he climbed up on the bench, reached out his hand and flipped off the organ switch.

There was an instant silence. Apparently the noise was coming from the worn out speakers of the old unused instrument.

Mother wrote in her journal, “Today as in Bible times, spiritual victories come through a continually renewed relationship with Him. Keep that relationship new and fresh with a daily practice regime of Bible study and prayer.”   

Ann’s fellow worshippers got a big laugh out of the skunk in the organ, but Ann said, “It reminded me that unless I do stay close to Him, I could very well become a noisy mess – just like that old organ.”

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