Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
And no, I don't mean a potato chip.
There is a chip in my sink.
Did you know that God told Adam that Eve was to be his "helper"? Yep, that's right. Now, I will admit, this used to peeve me quite a bit. I mean, seriously? That's what we're here for? To "help" our man? I mean, what about saving the world? Discovering the cure for cancer? Teaching the future generations? Becoming president of the U.S.? Well, now I've come to realize that God knew we were capable of all of these, and had lots of this sort of thing planned for us. But when speaking specifically to Adam, He surely understood the self-centered nature of man and told him just the part that pertained to him. Like, ok Adam, as far as you're concerned, this chick is great because now you have someone to keep you in line and prevent you from making a complete ass out of yourself. Which, let's all admit, men seriously need.
So, with the creation of woman, man finally had someone to watch his every move and tell him when he is about to do something completely idiotic. Here's the problem though: men don't think they need any help. It's like Adam heard the word "helper" and thought it meant "slave" or "servant." He's only to willing to have someone to do all the stuff he doesn't feel like doing. "Great, God!" he thinks. "Now I have someone to 'help' me clean the house and 'help' me make the dinner! Awesome!"
However, what I think God meant by the word "helper" is someone to, um, I don't know, actually help you with the things you're doing. Like, say you need to carry something big and heavy across the lawn, in the front door, and up the stairs. Rather than putting your back out proving what a big strong idio...I mean, manly man you are, you could ask your "helper" for some "help" carrying it. Or say you are working on a sticky problem that you just can't think of an answer for, you could try listening to the suggestions your "helper" makes rather than treating her like a little kid (Ok, that's nice honey, but you just don't understand. Now why don't you just run along and play with the kids while I solve this problem myself...). Or here's one: Let's say you're working on putting in a new bathtub, and your helper suggests, like, 100 times that you cover the other surfaces in the bathroom and don't just plop your big, heavy tools around every which way, potentially resulting in injuries to a previously perfect, say, sink, perhaps it would be better to heed your helper's excellent advise instead of shaking your head over her insane need to point out every possible thing that could go wrong.
Yeah, that would have been "helpful."
Did you know that God told Adam that Eve was to be his "helper"? Yep, that's right. Now, I will admit, this used to peeve me quite a bit. I mean, seriously? That's what we're here for? To "help" our man? I mean, what about saving the world? Discovering the cure for cancer? Teaching the future generations? Becoming president of the U.S.? Well, now I've come to realize that God knew we were capable of all of these, and had lots of this sort of thing planned for us. But when speaking specifically to Adam, He surely understood the self-centered nature of man and told him just the part that pertained to him. Like, ok Adam, as far as you're concerned, this chick is great because now you have someone to keep you in line and prevent you from making a complete ass out of yourself. Which, let's all admit, men seriously need.
So, with the creation of woman, man finally had someone to watch his every move and tell him when he is about to do something completely idiotic. Here's the problem though: men don't think they need any help. It's like Adam heard the word "helper" and thought it meant "slave" or "servant." He's only to willing to have someone to do all the stuff he doesn't feel like doing. "Great, God!" he thinks. "Now I have someone to 'help' me clean the house and 'help' me make the dinner! Awesome!"
However, what I think God meant by the word "helper" is someone to, um, I don't know, actually help you with the things you're doing. Like, say you need to carry something big and heavy across the lawn, in the front door, and up the stairs. Rather than putting your back out proving what a big strong idio...I mean, manly man you are, you could ask your "helper" for some "help" carrying it. Or say you are working on a sticky problem that you just can't think of an answer for, you could try listening to the suggestions your "helper" makes rather than treating her like a little kid (Ok, that's nice honey, but you just don't understand. Now why don't you just run along and play with the kids while I solve this problem myself...). Or here's one: Let's say you're working on putting in a new bathtub, and your helper suggests, like, 100 times that you cover the other surfaces in the bathroom and don't just plop your big, heavy tools around every which way, potentially resulting in injuries to a previously perfect, say, sink, perhaps it would be better to heed your helper's excellent advise instead of shaking your head over her insane need to point out every possible thing that could go wrong.
Yeah, that would have been "helpful."
Saturday, November 8, 2008
God of Heaven, come down
Lord, I seek not to fear the future.
I do believe that God is in control here on earth. Even when it seems as though the dark one and his armies are winning, I know the truth. Christ wins. Period. :)
And, you know, I am truly excited about the possibility that it happens sooner rather than later. Yes, that would mean great difficulties ahead, but, can you imagine being here to witness the second coming of Christ? Being alive to actually see it? Every christian since the apostles has longed for that privilege. Could we be among the chosen ones who are to stand with His armies and witness His coming?
How exciting would that be?
God of Heaven, come down, Jesus, come down!
I do believe that God is in control here on earth. Even when it seems as though the dark one and his armies are winning, I know the truth. Christ wins. Period. :)
And, you know, I am truly excited about the possibility that it happens sooner rather than later. Yes, that would mean great difficulties ahead, but, can you imagine being here to witness the second coming of Christ? Being alive to actually see it? Every christian since the apostles has longed for that privilege. Could we be among the chosen ones who are to stand with His armies and witness His coming?
How exciting would that be?
God of Heaven, come down, Jesus, come down!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
It's the end of the world as we know it....
...but, God is still on His throne, so I feel fine. You know, I was talking to Jake earlier tonight, and I mentioned that Obama was probably going to win, which vexed my dear oldest son greatly. He was visibly upset by this news, and I felt I needed to talk about how we're all Americans and that no matter who wins, a whole bunch of people are disappointed and that all of those disappointed people need to support the new president anyway, since he is our leader. I realized as I said it, that, yeah, I believe all that, and I will try to support Obama as my president, although I feel his moral fibre is as weak as that of a cheap silk shirt from the farmer's market. I then told them that what we can do as christians is to pray that God will change his heart, that he will have a life-changing moment in which his eyes are opened to the truth and he sees life as the precious gift from our creator that it is. God can do it for a murderous convict, He can certainly do it for the most liberal congressman in these United States. And that is what I will do going forward. I will pray each day for Barack Obama, that he will become the kind of moral, christian, life-affirming president that we need. He may not be on the right side now, but God can do anything, and God is still on the throne.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Trick or treat!
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