Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Merry Christmas



Christmas morning 




New cars from Christmas Eve at Grandma's house.


Stockings.








We took a break after stockings to feast on bacon and eggs, fruit, and cranberry-orange bread.


And to play in a humongous box from the present I opened on Christmas Eve.




Then it was on to gift exchanging.


A bun maker for Lizzy's hair from Caleb...




A sack of candy from Lizzy for Caleb...




A t-shirt for Daddy from Lizzy and Caleb.




The usual cars and trucks and toys...






And new this year, the star of the show:  a special gift for Jeddy.




Meet Buck, a baby mini-rex/dwarf rabbit mix.






Buck received a raucous and enthusiastic and lengthy welcome to our home.




Later, when the evening settled down somewhat, we played with Ada's bun maker.


hot cross bun


twisty bun


Merry Christmas to all!







Sunday, December 17, 2017

The silly and the sacred



Christmas, like life, is a combination of ridiculousness and profundity.  








One of the many blessings of children is that they exaggerate both.


They ask questions like, "Does God love Satan?" and "Why did Jesus have to die?" and three seconds later they're running around with their pants on their head.


They add Air Force jets to the nativity scene.  




We celebrate the incarnation of Christ with worship and corporate singing, and stringing years' worth of flotsam on a tree we dragged inside from the woods.








We sing Joy to the World and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and O Holy Night and Jingle Bells.




This is the world that Jesus entered.  He tasted our sadness, our inanity, our curse.


He played This Little Piggy and Pin the Tail on the Donkey and he waited in line at the market and learned to not put his clothes on backwards.




And He bore the weight of the Father's eternal wrath for sinners who spurned His kindness.  He opened heaven's gate and brought rejoicing to the hearts of generations of saints.




And the way He started this mind-boggling task was to become a naked, flailing infant, bound by strips of cloths and laid in a manger.




Son of God, King of Heaven, made helplessly weak and vulnerable on Christmas morning.


It's almost ridiculous in its profundity.









Sunday, December 10, 2017

Season of joy



Really, Target?




That's not even a little bit true.  That doesn't even sound true.  


Ask any owner of an Apple TV trying to watch a movie and getting the endless "connecting to Anynet device..." message.  


Ask any parent who has let their kid play iPad or watch cartoons before bed, and then told them to turn it off, whether technology gave their children abiding peace and grateful hearts of joy.


Ask my husband, who works long hours wrestling technology into submission, only to have a bug freeze up a week's worth of coding. 


Ask anyone who's ever used Siri.


Tech brings joy.   Good grief.




Never mind the fact that Target chose one of life's surest sources of frustration to associate with joy; what a grotesquely ugly distortion of even a worldly spirit of Christmas. 




What happened to sugarplums dancing in children's heads and sweet glowing faces in pajamas lighting up at the sight of stuffed stockings?


What happened to Christmas carols in nursing homes and Salvation Army bell ringers and giving your neighbors Christmas cookies?


Couldn't we at least associate something like that with joy?




Because, besides presents that don't bring us endless frustration, the non-materialistic aspects of the season at least sound like something that would bring us joy.




Isn't that closer to what the angel was referring to when he said, "Behold, I bring you good news of great joy"?




"Great news, people!  Hereafter, you're going to get every December the 25th off of work; you'll get to make your house smell like a fir tree; you'll get to make your kids' faces light up with presents and candy canes; and you might even get a new iPhone!"


And suddenly there appeared with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God.






Not even close. 


Our worldly hopes for a Christmas with minimal bickering, kids who politely thank Grandma for socks, and enough eggnog to soothe life's bumps really isn't the point any more than Target's misguided and crass marketing campaign.








First, meditate on the fact that we need a Savior.  Christmas is an indictment before it becomes a delight.  "Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord" (Luke 2:11).  If you don't need a Savior, you don't need Christmas.  Christmas will not have its intended effect until we feel desperately the need for a Savior. 








Most of us over the age of eight realize that Christmas doesn't bring joy primarily because we get stuff. 




But colored lights are pretty, and gingerbread smells nice, and weeks of party preparation is exciting, and these things easily overshadow our adult hearts, don't they? 


Which is why Advent serves to counteract the tendencies of our busy hearts. 




To meditate on our need for a Savior.


To feel the darkness, and hopelessness, of a world without God.


To grieve, and understand more of the depth of, our sin that separates us from God.




And then, to hear the angel burst forth:  "Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy... for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord!"


O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy!
O tidings of comfort and joy!






Thursday, November 30, 2017

What I Learned this fall



Today I'm linking up with Emily P. Freeman for her quarterly "What We Learned" feature.





1.  Alum powder isn't poisonous but it tastes reallyreallyreallyreally bad.  And it would be nice if my science kit labeled the various white powders.


Borax and alum powder look nearly identical and are both odorless.  But choosing wrongly would mean our science experiment wouldn't work.  What's a committed homeschooling mama to do?


First google whether they're poisonous, then taste them, of course.


Since alum powder is used in pickling, and borax is a pesticide, I reasonably deduced that borax would taste worse.


They actually both taste monstrously horrible.


And ironically, after the science experiment failed, we repeated it with the other mystery powder and learned that my very reasonable deduction re: taste was wrong.


Picking spice is worse than pesticide.  Noted.




2.  You can't die from improperly canned apples or tomatoes.


Do you ever get those brochures stuck in with the junk mail from your local city or county rec department, listing all the rec sports/enrichment classes/bus tours to Washington D.C. you can take?


I've ignored them for years, but noticed in the last one that they were offering a one-time, 2-hour class on canning for $25.  I was still 85% ignoring it, but mentioned it off-hand to Jason.


Me:  "The county is offering a class on canning--"

Jason:  "You should take it."


This response of his may have something to do with the eensy bit of mold we discovered in a few of my unprofessionally-canned applesauce jars (which also led to Caleb asking every time we got out applesauce, "Is there poison in it?").


Anyway, I took the class.


I was the kid sitting in the front row, taking prodigious notes and asking all the questions.  And I came home with the triumphant announcement that neither botulism nor salmonella grow in apple or tomato products.  You may get mold in jars of these, but even if you eat the mold directly you won't get seriously ill.


As a side note, I was inspired enough to buy a pressure canner after the class.  I've used it once, to can broth.  Jury is still out on whether I'll become a regular canner--or start canning applesauce the USDA-approved way.




3.  Turkeys leak.


When one takes a frozen turkey out of the deep freeze, it is rock hard.  Typically one's fingers are also freezing from touching it, so one sets it as quickly as possible on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.


Sometimes, two days later, one starts to notice red juice all over the bottom of the vegetable and fruit crispers, and thinks, gee, those beets in there are really bleeding all over.


It's not the beets.




Then, sometimes, certain people don't catch on that the raw poultry is spreading disease and mayhem all over the fridge, and continue to calmly wash off their apples before eating them and feeding them to their immunilogically-vulnerable children.


Then, days later, one may finally realize, suddenly, that it's not the beets!


After which the entire refrigerator suddenly becomes more polished and sterile than it has been since one moved in two years ago.




4.  The secret to FFN:  party food while we play.


We all have different strengths and weaknesses.


Some people are vivacious and hilarious and light up a room and make everyone laugh.




I'm not that guy.


I'm actually really bad at fun.


So the institution around here of a weekly "Family Fun Night" has been a trial.


(It wasn't my idea.  It was Jason's idea.  He's the fun committee.)


The idea was that every Friday night we would do something fun together.


The reality was that I was rushing to get my Friday tasks done before FFN started, and then I was trying to "have fun" and fix dinner at the same time; one or more children ended up crying because their idea of fun was not everyone else's idea of fun; and there was a disconcerting interruption in the middle of whatever we were doing so we could sit down and eat.


Also I may have been guilty on occasion of blaspheming Family Fun Night under my breath.


After weeks, nay, months of wondering if Jason would ever give up on FFN, lo, our FFN guardian angel intervened and we were struck with inspiration.


We would serve party food, rather than a "real" meal:  ie, delivered pizza or an assortment of mini quiches and cheese and crackers and such; and we would eat it while playing.


Eureka!


We may not agree on our favorite game to play, but everyone likes to eat!  I was incredulous at how this turned everything around.  I kept saying, "This feels like it's really fun!"


I was so delighted, even I joined in the FFN chant, à la "YMCA."










5.  High School Support Group starts in 8th grade.


Well, if that doesn't give me something new to think about.


I've known all along that homeschooling and homeschooling high school are two different beasts.  Seeing that Jeddy is currently in 7th grade, I thought these kinds of options were still a year and a half away.


But no.


Apparently I better start thinking.


6.  You really need to spray the pan when you make shredded potatoes.


Homemaking win:  I'll throw some extra shredded potatoes in the oven while I'm making dinner, so we can have a big pan of hash browns for breakfast!  Yeah for thinking ahead!


Homemaking fail:




80% of shredded potatoes permanently adhered to bottom of pan.  5 Russet potatoes; yield: one garnish.


7.  There are more nonmembers who want to serve than members who don't want to serve.


This one surprised me.  As part of the Children's Ministry team at church, I am aware of the teeth-pulling that is volunteer recruiting.


I have always thought the issue is church members who don't want to serve in children's ministry.  But I recently learned that the larger number is nonmembers who DO want to serve, but don't want to commit to church membership.


In other words, the stumbling block is church membership, not children's ministry.


Useful personal applications of this piece of information are limited, but I may adjust the wording of my prayers for volunteers.


8.  Cyber Monday deals are really a thing.


It never feels like a good time to get sick.


I woke up sick on Saturday after Thanksgiving and thought, "But I need to go to the grocery store, and I need to order Christmas cards, and go visit sweet baby Wyatt again..." as I crawled back into bed.


I ended up spending most of Saturday through Tuesday lying in bed, and when I felt up to it by Monday, I figured I might as well knock out some Christmas shopping as I laid there otherwise useless.


I ended up a convert to Black Friday weekend shopping [online only, that is].


How places stay in business when they offer 70% off the entire site with free shipping, I have no idea.  But I like it.








What did you learn this fall?






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