a severe mercy...

i would like to start writing more about the books i read and love. so we can start with this one...

which was my february book club selection. and i listened to it from audible. i was heading up to nashville (an 8 hour drive) and thought that if it was on audible i could listen on the drive. and by golly, it was being released on audible THE DAY BEFORE I LEFT TOWN and it was 8 hours long. that seems a little too coincidental to pass up. it was a good book for me to listen to because it was difficult to get into at first. i didn't like the author very much (though when i meet him in heaven i will be his BFF since he & c.s. lewis were pals.) he seemed a little pompous (which he won't be in heaven, right?) & he seemed weird (& that is coming from ME.) and had i not been totally vested (i had bought it on audible) and had 8 open hours on the road ahead of me, i might have given up on it. but i am glad that i stuck with it. because there were some precious thoughts in it that have stuck with me. PLUS there are letter from c.s. lewis to the author in the book. so there's that awesomeness...

my BIG takeaway from this book is the distinction that jack makes in a letter to sheldon vanauken between "fortuitous" & "significant". mostly because i LOVE to use the word fortuitous in a facetious way. as in when i run into someone & they have JUST the piece of advice that i need to hear or say something that makes my day better. i will then say, "how FORTUITOUS that i ran into you." meaning NOT fate, but a loving & personal God who directs our every move. for in Him we live & move & have our being. but lewis takes these these moments & calls them what they are (& i shall also forthwith employ this word that he uses to describe them accurately). he names them SIGNIFICANT. because they are SIGNS that God is with us. that He is directing our paths. that He sees. He knows. He cares. 

"My general view is that, once we have accepted an omniscient and providential God, the distinction we used to draw between the significant and the fortuitous must either break down or be restated in some very much subtler form. If an event coming about in the ordinary course of nature becomes to me the occasion of hope and faith and love or increased efforts after virtue, do we suppose that this result was unforeseen by, or is indifferent to God? Obviously not. What we should have called its fortuitous effects must have been present to Him for all eternity. And indeed, we can't suppose God saying (as a human artist might) 'That effect, though it turned out rather well, was, I must admit, no part of my original design.' then the total act of creation including our own creation (wh. is going on all the time) meets us, doesn't it? In every event at every moment: the act of a Person dealing with persons & knowing what He does."

& therefore how SIGNIFICANT that this book became available on audio right as i was about to take an 8 hour trip. & there were so many other SIGNIFICANT things that happened on my trip to nashville. He is always involved in every act of creation. & every act of re-creation as well. 

though vanauken does give this caveat... “Signs must be read with caution. The history of Christendom is replete with instances of people who misread the signs.” 

which will probably mean me. since i tend to be the village idiot. but i do see SIGNIFICANCE in so many things that God has sent my way in the last few months. in people. in books. in movies. in songs. many occasions of building my faith, hope, & love. but mostly in building my trust that He knows what He is doing. & that it all is going according to plan. not quite my plan. but His plan. which will prove to be the BEST plan ever... right? 
 

here are a few other SIGNIFICANT quotes from the book...

“The best argument for Christianity is Christians: their joy, their certainty, their completeness. But the strongest argument against Christianity is also Christians--when they are sombre and joyless, when they are self-righteous and smug in complacent consecration, when they are narrow and repressive, then Christianity dies a thousand deaths. But, though it is just to condemn some Christians for these things, perhaps, after all, it is not just, though very easy, to condemn Christianity itself for them. Indeed, there are impressive indications that the positive quality of joy is in Christianity--and possibly nowhere else. If that were certain, it would be proof of a very high order” 

“It is not possible to be 'incidentally a Christian.' The fact of Christianity must be overwhelmingly first or nothing. This suggests a reason for the dislike of Christians by nominal or non-Christians: their lives contain no overwhelming first but many balances.” 

“…though I wouldn’t have admitted it, even to myself, I didn’t want God aboard. He was too heavy. I wanted Him approving from a considerable distance. I didn’t want to be thinking of Him. I wanted to be free—like Gypsy. I wanted life itself, the color and fire and loveliness of life. And Christ now and then, like a loved poem I could read when I wanted to. I didn’t want us to be swallowed up in God. I wanted holidays from the school of Christ.” 

“In my old easy-going theism, I had regarded Christianity as a sort of fairy tale; and I had neither accepted nor rejected Jesus, since I had never, in fact, encountered him. Now I had. The position was not, as I had been comfortably thinking all these months, merely a question of whether I was to accept the Messiah or not. It was a question of whether I was to accept Him--or reject>. My God! There was a gap behind me too. Perhaps the leap to acceptance was a horrifying gamble-but what of the leap to rejection? There might be no certainty that Christ was God-but, by God, there was no certainty that He was not.” 

“That death, so full of suffering for us both, suffering that still overwhelmed my life, was yet a severe mercy. A mercy as severe as death, a severity as merciful as love.” 

so that's my review of A SEVERE MERCY. a difficult read. but a SIGNIFICANT one for me.

though you slay me... i am #blessed

i have come to hate the #blessed. if you don't know what a hashtag (#) is... don't worry. Jesus still loves you. just not as much as he loves me #causeiamthequeenofthehashtag and #iamHisfavorite. except i am not so gung ho for that cursed #blessed hashtag. i see it mostly on photos of happy families. wonderfully sweet children. looking so perfect in their easter outfits (that match. oh, i remember those sweet days. so do my children. in their therapy sessions. and nightmares. hence their therapy sessions. enough said.) #butilovedthosedays. i felt so #blessed. so #gotitalltogether. so #bestmomever. standing in front of those easter crosses filled with flowers. sigh.

but maybe i have the wrong image of #blessed...

“They gave our Master a crown of thorns. Why do we hope for a crown of roses?” Martin Luther

maybe a bunch of us have the wrong image of what #blessed really looks like. standing in front of flowery crosses... because we aren't reading our Bible enough. (that is certainly my problem.)

here is what Jesus said was #blessed (in matthew chapter 5 from the message...)

You’re #blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.

You’re #blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.

You’re #blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.

You’re #blessed when you’ve worked up a good appetite for God. He’s food and drink in the best meal you’ll ever eat.

You’re #blessed when you care. At the moment of being ‘care-full,’ you find yourselves cared for.

You’re #blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart—put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.

You’re #blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.

You’re #blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God’s kingdom.

Not only that—count yourselves #blessed every time people put you down or throw you out or speak lies about you to discredit me.

i can only imagine the #blessed that would have come if there had been tweeting during the ancient ages...

@josephwithswagariificcloak: thrown in jail.  for resisting potiphar's hot and hot to trot wife. and for indecent exposure. #notmyfault #blessed

@jobwizardofuz: all kids and livestock dead. fortune lost AND i got a nasty skin condition now. #itchy #blessed

@virginmary: pregnant. not married. a bit of a scandal. #blessed

@thejewformerlyknownassaul: shipwrecked again (how is there wifi?) but #blessed

@peterhatesroosters: in prison. again. hope someone is praying. #blessed

@silasandsaul: guess where we are? PRISON. singing loud and proud. #blessed #letitgo

@johnlovelocusts: herod isn't really digging my message. #blessed

@noahontheboat: i cannot believe all these rabbits. #blessed #theyshouldmakeamovieofthis

last easter when i had entered the house of mourning for a very close friend who had lost ANOTHER son (one died when he was three. this one was a college freshman driving home for his dad's birthday) the first person i saw was this friend's mother. the boys' grandmother. a woman who i had known my whole life. i had grown up eating navy bean soup in her kitchen EVERY time she made it. because her daughter would call me when she made it. #nowthatisfriendship i saw this woman, this grandmother, this mother, this friend and i hugged her and had no words. but she had words. she came close to my ear and whispered them in a voice so quiet that i almost couldn't hear them. that was all the strength she had. and all that she could manage to say was this...

"He must really love us. Jesus must really love us."

and something in me wanted to yell...

what kind of love is that? how do we call that #blessed? to mourn the life of a young man who had the world by its tail? everything to live for? what kind of #blessed is it to lose a son?

the absurdity of what i wanted to yell hit me hard then. it hits me hard now. 

that is a question to ask only the God who counted it worthy Himself to lose a Son. who slayed His own flesh. for our #blessed. so we could stand in front of a cross of flowers in lovely dresses. because He hung on a thorny, dry, dusty splintered cross. naked. 

i am #blessed. even when He is the God who gives and takes away. ESPECIALLY when He takes away i am #blessed. because it keeps me at His cross. clinging only to Him...

though He slay me. i am #blessed. THROUGH his slaying of me, i am #blessed.

that is the Good News. that is the Hard News. that is the Only News from me...

I come, God, I come
I return to the Lord
The one who's broken
The one who's torn me apart
You struck down to bind me up
You say You do it all in love
That I might know You in Your suffering

Though You slay me
Yet I will praise You
Though You take from me
I will bless Your name
Though You ruin me
Still I will worship
Sing a song to the one who's all I need

My heart and flesh may fail
The earth below give way
But with my eyes, with my eyes I'll see the Lord
Lifted high on that day
Behold, the Lamb that was slain
And I'll know every tear was worth it all

Though You slay me
Yet I will praise You
Though You take from me
I will bless Your name
Though You ruin me
Still I will worship
Sing a song to the one who's all I need

Though tonight I'm crying out
Let this cup pass from me now
You're still all that I need
You're enough for me
You're enough for me

Though You slay me
Yet I will praise You
Though You take from me
I will bless Your name
Though You ruin me
Still I will worship
Sing a song to the one who's all I need
Sing a song to the one who's all I need

why i don't blog as much anymore...

...especially about my three wonderful teenagers?

i think that jamie the very worst missionary sums it up so nicely for me in her blog post I WORRY FOR THE MOMMY BLOGGERS with this quote...

There's a reason there aren't very many blogs from Moms of teens. It's because as they grow, they become like a magnifying glass to all your fatal flaws and the myriad ways you screwed them up as children. Who wants to read about that?It's depressing.

it isn't always depressing. like this weekend was the prom. and it was fun to be the mom. maxx was a thrifty prom goer. bought his jacket at goodwill for $5. they ate at dave's pizza garage. went to what-a-burger after the dance for a little while. and our only real expense was a lovely vintage brooch that we had worked into her corsage. and that i bought at a thrift store for $20. so it was a really easy evening. and a very rewarding time as a parent. mostly because i didn't have to fight the "can i stay out all night" battle. followed on the heels by the "why the hell can't i? everyone else is? battle. and then comes the inevitable "you are the worse mom ever!!!!!" battle. by then end of those three battles you just end up shooting yourself in the foot to put you out of your misery because an open gaping bullet hole in your foot seems more pleasant than the alternative which is another battle...

but i digressed and now will just show some nice photos from the prom... as to not depress you young mothers any further. really, it does get easier as they get older (BOLD FACED LIE) and all that sleep you are missing now, you can make up when they come home from the prom at 9:45 sharp which is 15 minutes before their curfew (BOLDER FACIER LIE). but through it all if you can manage to remember that God is still good. and He is still stronger than anything in this world (or at the prom or even at the after party.) and they make drugs that help you sleep when you can't stop worrying about how you will get through the next days and there is caffeine to help you stay awake. then you will be okay. dokey-ish. so there's that hope...