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8/29/2010 3:54:00 AMAnother Way | A Day Reserved for Family: looking back on it
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We did not have a "Family Day" every day, but we did have them somewhere between 5 and 10 times per year. Now our 38 and 40 year old grown kids remember those days with a very happy heart. When they are nostalgic, they will often recall family day highlights. Plus we always made Christmas a family day.
Family days meant no company, no extended family, and no phone calls - just pure time enjoying our children, lots of chatting, listening to their reactions to life, and lots of games.
Hi Daryl, The New Testament came originally from the traditions and practises of the early church. And I agree with you that progressive Christians who have embraced liberal ideas do go off course. To see this we only have to see how the church went from using wine for communion as did the early church, to now using grape juice. From going from breaking bread daily especially on Sundays to now having communion only once or twice ayear or infrequently. Also, you will see a Christian by what they do, not from merely what they say, or how they dress, or by the denomination that they belong to. Sticking to the Bible only makes no room for the Holy Spirit. But I agree with you that most atheists and others will compare and contrast a Christian's behaviour with what they find in the Bible. To me a hypocrite in the church is a person who cannot love and who cannot foregive.
This essay is right on the mark, honest, compassionate and I have a daughter and son-in-law living in Harrisonburg who are both JMU graduates as I am as well. I also hope to move to Harrisonburg this year. I wish that this essay could be printed in the Daily News-Record or featured at the Harrisonburg Times, please!
Hi - I love the way of cutting to the chase that kids have - without camouflaging their thoughts around adult socially acceptable boundaries. My little son used to ask, "what do you mean by that?" My kids goals were never to hurt - just ask what God meant in Bible passages - in some cases I did not feel qualified to say - in others it was more clear.
Now my kids are grown. But now that my son is a Pastor - he explained that things which God feels we all should learn and understand are clearly stated and repeated throughout the Bible in various contexts - not just said one time in one relatively obscure passage.
So I use my study Bibles and the internet concordances for the tough sections yet still find myself from time-to-time, asking myself, God, what do you mean by that?" Then I get quiet in my thoughts, in case God wants me to "hear" his response. Often he does.
Melodie: Thanks for your excellent column about Spirit empowered worship - "God is Spirit, and those who worship in Spirit and in truth" but also brought to light how some are sometimes uncomfortable with mega churches and contemporary worship.Several churches in our our United Methodist Annual Conference have contemporary services and were the rage when I retired 16 years ago and I have yet to be comfortable in such settings. I was amused at reference to "Stuffy Presbyterians" since one of my colleagues in Somerset is a radiant Gospel preacher, a Presbyterian who I consider one of the best. But if we worship in Spirit, the loud repetitious praise bands may not quence the experience, but I prefer congregation singing "Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee" bringing down the rafters accompanied by the organ. God's love- Harry C. Sherry
I know what you mean when you say, "Why can we believe a caterpillar comes back to life in a new form, but have trouble believing in the resurrection?"
I have trouble believing that Jesus could care about me, but no trouble whatsoever in envisioning my little terrier jumping around Jesus, asking, "Now, Lord? Can I play now?" and Jesus laughing and responding, "Yes, Toby, yes."
Fort Worth, TX USA
5/28/2010 8:32:00 AMAnother Way | Too Much to Drink
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I find myself coming out with the belief that it is wise to restrict the use of alcohol and other drugs to "wisely chosen medical use." My sense is that the negative side effects of alcohol use is as great if not greater than that of nicotine. My sense is that many of the alcohol related accidents are caused by nonalcoholics who had enough to have their capacity for good judgement affected. They would not necessarily fall into the alcoholic category. In other words the argument that just as long as one does not become an alcoholic it's ok doesn't hold up.
Across the board laws against alcohol like in prohibition is certainly not the answer, but good education about the facts and legislation similar to that to address nicotine use would certainly be appropriate.
To me it seems that this is a moral issue. The church should be in the forefront modeling the solution. Any of your thoughts would be welcome.
I read your article with great interest, as I am dealing with the very issue in my own life right now. I too was, and in a lot of ways still am, conservative - especially compared to the way it seems much of the world is right now. My church has switched to a contemporary style or worship with a band, drums, etc. They now do all Praise and Worship songs and no hymns (we haven't taken a hymn out of the pew holder in the past year).
While I do totally agree with the general content of your article in that God does not care how we worship, just that we do worship, I have "issues" with the concept. I do not believe it is "sin" or anything in how we worship. In fact, I am glad other style services are offered because if it brings other to Christ it is a good thing. Since a community is made up of different style people, it is also expected that there would be different style or worship. What I do have an issue with is that those that are more conservative are left hanging on the outside. Contemporary has moved in and we have been pushed out. While some can and do worship with drums, etc - not all do. Unfortunately, I no longer feel welcome at the church since I remain conservative. Imagine being pushed out all over the issue of worship style.
Wow! What memories. Our last three kids were pretty active in sports since about 1985. Needless to say, the term “bleacher butt” is not uncommon in our household. One of the most exciting memories was about 8 years ago when our daughter, Jennifer, was playing on a Little League Softball team that was unstoppable. They went into the playoffs with a record that was unheard of… 24 – 0. Everyone was so excited to think that we could possibly make it to the Little League World Series!!
The playoff week was underway in Washington and every day I drove up after work to watch our girls play like the champs they were.
The first game we played a team from Southern California and beat them 12 – 1. The rest of the week went well and we hadn’t lost a game yet. The final team to beat was the team from Southern California. You had to lose two games to be eliminated from the playoffs, and they somehow managed to win all the other games they played that week and we were going to have the opportunity to face them again.
The first game seemed to last forever, and somehow they managed to defeat us, 2-1 in extra innings. We were totally shocked and they were totally pumped. Well there was no way they were going to beat us again, so the next day was the game for all the marbles – the winner of this final game was going to the World Series. We actually had a bus leased and packed and ready to leave after the game that night!
It was the toughest game I’ve ever witnessed in person. It seemed like every time we got a hit there was a glove waiting for the ball. It was so frustrating. WE just couldn’t get anyone across home plate. Our daughter was being used as a pinch runner because she was faster than greased lightning, and led the league in stolen bases and runs scored. She was able to score on a hit and we were ahead in the bottom of the fifth inning, but they came back in the top of 6 and scored the tying run. We were held scoreless in the bottom of the 6th.
The team from Southern California managed to score in the top of 7 and the score was now 2 to 1, and we had one more opportunity to score in the bottom of 7. We ended up with runners on 2nd and 3rd, with only one out. This was going to be easy. We’d been in this situation many times and always managed to squeeze out at least one run before we depleted our store of outs. A passed ball by the catcher and the runner on third took off for home but was tagged at the plate by the pitcher who received the errant ball from the catcher, just in time.
Jen was on third now and just waiting for the opportunity to score the tying run so we could continue playing. Two outs, down by one and the batter popped one up between the second baseman and the center fielder. Jen took off and was across the plate before the 2nd baseman managed to somehow grab the popup. We were defeated.
Needless to say there were tears all over the field – tears of joy from the girls from Southern California and tears of disappointment from our super duper All Stars. It was about an hour later when we all gathered in a local restaurant to eat and talk about what happened. Coach Rick was as saddened as much as the rest of us, but when he spoke, he said something that those of us present in the room that evening will never forget.
(Unfortunately, at my age, I’ve forgotten what he said. Just kidding.)
Coach Rick congratulated the girls on the fantastic season and the many great memories that he would cherish for the rest of his life. He then said that although the score didn’t turn out the way we wanted, the fact that we were there to play for a trip to the World Series was something we could all be proud of, for the rest of our lives.
The core of that team made it into the district and state playoffs two more years, and in their last year as a team, they were able to go the regional playoffs in Missoula, Montana and had a wonderful time playing down to the semi finals when they were defeated by the team from Alaska.
What wonderful memories!! I could write a book about many of the experiences we have had with our kids over the years.
We still keep in touch with Coach Rick and he still remembers all the games we played and the actual plays. It’s like a recording of the last few years. He had such a terrific impact on our family.
Thanks for stirring up another one of those deep memories that I cherish so much. God Bless! John
As cliched as the statement is, it really is "how we play the game" that counts. And the game of course being much larger that a single event but how we live our lives.
roanoke, VA USA
4/17/2010 8:43:00 AMAnother Way | My life in cell phone messages
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This is one I have saved from my son Scott on March 24 2009-"Hi Mom this is your boy, Scott! I'm in the fields plowing them up; on the tractor!! Having fun!! Reminds me an awful lot of grandpa out here plowing these fields-I think about him out here a lot! Love you lots, bye." Also,I have special notes given to me by kids and grandkids hidden away in my Bible -Do other people have these or am I just old and sentimental- I wouldn't throw them away for anything!