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PSA #2

On behalf of the Field Service Representatives at Nashville Electric Service, and Field Service Representatives everywhere, please consider the following suggestion….

If you own a home, or are building a home, with a bathroom window, please be sure to cover this window when the bathroom is in use - even if said bathroom is facing a private sector of your yard. Remember, your local FSR must sometimes obtain access to those areas of your yard that usually go unintruded by others, and your FSR would prefer to avoid any embarrassing episode or gag inducing incident. After all, it is quite uncomfortable enough to suddenly encounter another human being sitting on the john, but -as I discovered today - this distress is greatly expanded when the look on this person’s face strongly suggests that their diet is in serious need of some fiber. Plus, to add insult to injury, all the hard work he had put in to this point was lost from the surprise of seeing another man suddenly outside his bathroom window. So please, cover your bathroom windows. Thank you.

PSA #1

On behalf of the Field Service Representatives at Nashville Electric Service, and Field Service Representatives everywhere, please consider the following suggestions….

When you encounter an FSR in on your property and you feel the need to acknowledge him - or worse, initiate small talk - please refrain from these two possible phrases:

1) “Hey guy/gal, how ’bout a discount?” Other similar, but equally annoying phrases include: “There must be something wrong with my meter, its too high,” “Are you sure you’re reading my meter correctly?” and “Don’t worry about reading my meter, I didn’t use any this month.”

2) “Uh-Oh, it’s the electric/water/gas guy/gal, I better let the dog loose.” Other similar, but equally obnoxious phrases include: “I thought it was burglar sneaking around my yard, but when I saw it was the meter guy/gal, I got my gun,” or “Look, it’s public enemy #1.” All proceeding phrases are followed by cheesy laughs.

Seriously, quit it. We don’t find it amusing or clever, and in fact, after a long day in the hot sun, it’s usually enough to push us over the edge and read your meter a little too high that month. If you need to acknowledge us, a simple smile, head nod, or “Hi” will do. And if you feel you must go out of your way and engage us, we much prefer an appreciative comment to a wiseass crack. A bottle of cold water is also nice. Thank you.

Top 5 Movies I’ve seen in recent months (or the reason I don’t post on my blog as much as I used to):

1) The Dark Knight

Easily the best of the superhero movies - unless you count Unbreakable as a superhero movie. Heath Ledger is phenomenal - as all the hype suggests - but Aaron Eckhart needs some props, too. In fact, I would say Eckhart as Harvey Dent/Two Face is the tragic star of the movie. A very fun movie.

2) Lars and the Real Girl

Ryan Gosling has got to be one of the best young actors in the biz. I’ve enjoyed all of his movies, which mostly include smaller films like this one. Here’s the premise: Lars (Gosling) is a delusional and extremely shy young man who can’t even handle eating a meal with with his own brother and sister-in-law. All this changes when Lars buys a sex doll, falls in love with her, and presents her to everyone as his real girlfriend (who happens to be a foreign missionary who is wheel-chair bound). This sounds worse than it really is. Lars is a moral and God-fearing man who asks his family to let “Bianca” sleep at their house, so as not to tarnish her reputation. When Lars’ psychiatrist (the always excellent Patricia Clarkson) insists that this is Lars’ way of dealing with his issues and that playing along will actually help him, his family recruits the rest of the small town to play along. This movie portrays community as well as any film I’ve ever seen. The whole town (starting with the church) works together to help Lars -  even to their own embarrassment and discomfort. I highly recommend Lars and the Real Girl, and as there is nothing objectional, it is fine for the family and is an excellent example of Christian love in practice (although you may have to explain what “Bianca” is, so use your own discretion).

3) Bella

This movie was promoted as a “Christian” movie along the same lines as Facing the Giants and End of the Spear…. which is why it took so long for me to watch it. In fact, the previews on the dvd were so cheesy that I almost gave up before I started. I’m glad I didn’t. Bella is a perfect example of what a truly independent film looks like. It was well written, well acted, and well filmed. It portrayed real Christianity without being heavy-handed. This was a very sweet movie that is well worth your time… but be careful guys, you may just shed a tear or two!

4) Get Smart

I’m not the kind of guy that likes stupid comedies. Sure, I’ll watch them with the guys, but I hardly ever watch them for my own entertainment. This is not a stupid comedy. This movie had legitimate laughs and never stooped down into the bathroom humor department. Part of the reason was that the main character - played by Steve Carell - was not a bumbling idiot, like many other comedys (see Will Ferrell, Ben Stiller, etc). This could have easily been another Naked Gun, but it turned out to be more like a real James Bond flick with some serious belly laughs. In fact, some of the action was amazing. I think Carell is the funniest guy out there today, and he proves it in this movie. And anytime you let Alan Arkin loose, its going to be a good time.

5) Sideways

This film was a sleeper hit a few years ago. It was also an independent film that was well done on every front - although it is not as family friendly as Bella. I believe it was this movie that catapulted Paul Giamatti into the spot light and he well deserved it. He is a phenomenal actor and the other three main characters did an excellent job as well. This movie had the right mix of humor, bitterness, sadness, and intelligence… hey, just like real life. Some of the scenes were just out-right, laugh till your stomach hurts, funny and worth the rental alone… you’ll know what I’m talking about when you see it. Be aware, though - this movie is rated R and contains some adult themes and language.

When I was in Bible College, I took a class on pastoral leadership. It covered everything from counseling to weddings to funerals. One of the topics we covered was baptism - not the doctrine, but the “how to.” In fact, one day we took a trip to the school pool for baptism practice. Being a proper Southern Baptist school, we would be practising immersion. Unfortunately, it was mid Februrary - in Kentucky - so it was much too cold to practice in the pool. Fortunately, though, there was a hot tub. So we all got in our swim trunks and commenced to baptizing. In a class of about 20 guys, it would seem that the best plan of action would be to pair up, with each team practising on each other when their turn came up. Nope. My professor had the bright idea that if everyone was able to immerse the biggest guy in the class, then they should be able to immerse everyone. That big guy was me. So for the next hour I was immersed into a hot tub about 50-60 times. Why so many? Well, when a 5′5″ 125 lb. guy has to immerse a 6′4″ 270 lb. guy, sometimes it takes a few (see 10 - 12) times. Which got me thinking….

If immersion is the proper mode of baptism, does being a weakling disqualify you from the ministry? Should ordination require some sort of fitness program? Maybe every church should require at least one staff member of significant strength… just in case. And what about the baptizee? What if Shaquille O’Neal became a baptist? I guess you could rig some sort of pulley system. And what if your in an area that doesn’t have an indoor baptismal? What about all the years leading up to the invention of the indoor baptismal? Is this why there are more Southern Baptists than Northern Baptists. Let’s face it… if I got saved 80 years ago in rural Minnesota, mid- January, I’m seriously considering Lutheran over Baptist. Of course, this leads us to more serious considerations: what about the disabled, the sickly, the elderly, the babies (oh, wait, nevermind)…

For the record, hot tubs are not meant for immersion… they’re not pools. They’re also not meant for strenuous activity… this is why there are not olympic sized hot tubs. So, needless to say, I was almost baptized to death that day. I was completely dehydrated, had a migraine, and my eyes were a pretty shade of red. But I did feel much better after a nice cool shower… hmmmm….

Covenant Keeping

I work with a guy who is going through a divorce… a nasty one it seems. We were talking about it the other day and I asked him why they were divorcing - especially considering they had two little boys. “Well, she’s a …. ” He then proceeded to call her names that I probably shouldn’t repeat on here. So I guessed “She cheated on you?” Nope. He never would be specific about the reason, and I didn’t really press him, mainly because I didn’t think he could actually tell me. I went to a meeting the other day where the instructor introduced herself as a recently happy woman after leaving her husband of 30 years. I also recently talked to a good friend of mine who is on the verge of divorce - he has the papers, but has yet to file them. He can’t bring himself to do it. I asked him why. He said, “I know that despite how bad things seem to be right now, if I divorce her, I will regret it. I want this to be over sometimes - to just start over. That’s what my friends and family are telling me to do. They tell me I can find a godly woman who is right for me and who will be good to me, and that may be true. But I know that if I persevere in this marriage - even if it takes 10 years to become a happy couple - God will be more glorified and will bless us.” If only the other millions of families going through or contemplating divorce had this perspective. We all know people whose marriages are falling apart and who are not choosing to honor God by making the right decisions. Pray for these people daily that God would grant them the same perspective as my friend so that they might glorify God through their marriage.

Anyone interested in hospitality!? I know I am.  I am always looking for tips to help things go smoothly.  Found this post via Brandy- thanks so much darlin’!  On my way to the Sunshine State today.  I can’t wait to soak in a few rays and some much needed Mom and sister time!

I’m growing a green thumb?! I am growing 2 kinds of tomatoes. One finally has 2 smally tomatoes on it! We are so excited. We also have a bleeding heart- beautiful and some pretty bulbs have poked up in our pots hanging over the porch railing.  It has been fun living in the country. There are so many beautiful things growing here. A new color pops up as soon as something else dies off.  I love spring and summer for that! We are also looking forward to harvesting the 2 peach trees and 1 apple tree.  I’ll take a turn at canning if there is a good fruit!

Lucy is standing and clapping already! I can’t believe she is already approaching 8 mths. Man time flies.

Lucy standing!

My trip to OR went well considering.  God is good all the time and was clearly comforting us in various ways in regards to losing my step-mom. Thank you for your prayers!

Denise’s stepmom, Connie, died this past week. It appears that she died suddenly and peacefully in her sleep, which we praise God for. We were close to her, even though she lived many miles away in Oregon. Denise will be flying out there with her sister this week to help with the funeral arrangements and other things that have to be sorted out. We wanted to let everyone know this so that they can be praying for Denise and the rest of the family, as it will be a difficult week.

Connie was very special to us. As Denise and I have been talking about her and recalling special memories, one word in particular keep coming up: Perserverance. Life has not always been easy on Connie. She moved back to Oregon a few years ago to take care of her elderly parents and the last two years have seen her mother succumb to Alzeihmer’s and placed in a nursing home and the death of her father. Yet she perservered. We know this in many ways, but especially in the fact that she continued to take care of the family farm and document her everyday life in letters to her grandchildren on a weekly basis. Every week Molly, Katie, and Lucy would get letters addressed to them from Grandma telling them about how the horses were doing, or how the apples trees were blooming, or what vegetables she planted that day, or what her dogs were chasing after. Just day to day stuff that made the girls feel like they were a part of her life… which is difficult when you’re so far away. But it made a difference. Everyday when we check the mail they ask “Is there a letter from Grandma?”… and usually there were - 3 or 4 pages, with plenty of stickers. Me? I just looked forward to the delicious jams she would send us that she had made from her own garden.

The legacy she leaves behind is a unique one, and full of faith. While we will always have the letters she wrote, the recipes she shared with us, the quilts she made us, and the pictures of our time together, I pray that in our life, and in our children’s lives especially, we can follow her example of perserverance and to show other’s that love is active, whether it’s in the ink of a thoughtful letter, the stitch of a quilt, meeting the physical needs of another, or loving someone as if they were you’re own. We miss you, Grandma, but we know we will see you again. Praise the Lord.

I’ve Been Had

I hate that feeling. It’s sort of liked being robbed, I suppose, except that I handed the money to the thief out of my own free will. We went to the Tennessee Renaissance Festival today. We thought it would be a fun experience and the girls would get a kick out of it. The advertisements made it seem like there would be all sorts of great things to do - sort of like a state fair, but with knights and princesses. Well, not quite.

First of all, the cost was $18 per adult. Thankfully the children were free. I went ahead and paid the price, though, because of all the cool stuff that I thought would be included in the price. Wrong. $18 just got you in the door and then they nickel and dimed - well dollar and five dollared - you the rest of the time. Every ride the girls wanted to ride - $5. I let them ride the camel and that was it. The girls wanted their face painted - the cheapest one was $2 and it was the worst butterfly I had ever seen. The good ones - no joke - cost $10. Thirsty? A bottle of water - $2. Hungry? Fried Corn - $3. Even the “free” entertainment cost us. We saw a pretty amusing comedy routine with knife throwers and jugglers. When it was over they mentioned- a number of times - how our donations were how they made their living, and then they stood at the exit with their hats sticking in your face. Of course you’re going to give them a buck or two. We finally made our way to the human chess match with promises of realistic sword duels whenever one side’s player took out the other. Ummmm, no. Instead, it looked like this. But with two of ‘em. I mean, for $18, at least practice once or twice.

Oh, and speaking of dorks, it felt like we were at a Star Trek convention. You know, where everyone dresses up like Klingons or with Spock ears. How in the world are there that many people in Tennessee with Robin Hood outfits? I mean, is this what you do when you outgrow Dungeons and Dragons? This part didn’t bother me as bad as you would think, though. In fact, the best part of the event was the people watching. But there were sooooo many of them. I was constantly getting poked by someone’s sword…. I hope.

Finally, the one reason I wanted to go was to see the castle - supposedly a full-fledged castle. Of course, it was no where to be seen. You had to take a 5 minute bus ride (yeah, right… I want to spend 5 minutes on a bus with the Purple Knight and his, uh, ministrel), and the wait for the bus was - drum roll please - 30 minutes. Survey says, “brrrrrrrnttttt.”

So we left after two and a half hours. We got some excellent bar-b-que from Whitt’s for less than $10 and then went to the park and played…. for free.

A Must See!

Hello there! Long time no see!  I know, I know.  Dial up is no excuse.  I’ll be glad to continue on some of our family happenings here.  First, I want to mention a very important contest that has started today!  I own two of these baby slings and would recommend you check out this contest today to try and win one!  If you have not started baby wearing yet, you are missing out! Lucy falls into a coma when she sits in mine. Love that!  Check out BohoBaby and then post your favorite on the blog below to be eligible to win!

Musings of a Housewife

Not to mention, that my sisterfriend is the one making the slings! Love you Wondergirl!

In the mean time will this picture hold you? Lucy is 6 months old and one of the happiest babies I have ever met!

 

Food For Thought


No. 47: Do Baptists Talk to their Babies?

Protestants have always insisted that the sacraments bring no benefit without a response of faith, but this seems to undermine infant baptism, since infants do not appear to be able to exercise faith. Luther and Calvin held together their insistence on faith with infant baptism by claiming that infants can believe. Baptists see this as the Achilles’ heel of the paedobaptist position, an example of how far paedobaptists have to go to defend an untenable practice.

Is infant faith absurd? As I indicated more fully in my lectures on baptism at the 1996 Biblical Horizons summer conference, our questions about sacraments often result from confusions about two things: grace and symbols. Through much of church history, there has been a tendency (and sometimes more than a tendency) to conceive of grace as some kind of impersonal substance, energy, or power that God delivers to man. Sacraments thus become, as is said even by many Reformed, “channels” by which grace flows to believers. This is just an image, but imagery has a way of shaping theology for good or ill. To call the sacraments “channels” of grace reinforced the mistaken view that grace is an impersonal substance or power. Grace, however, is God’s attitude of favor to sinners, manifested in His personal approach to establish fellowship, to cut or renew a covenant, with His people. There are not four things involved in sacraments (God, grace, sacrament, us) but only three (the gracious God, sacraments, and us). The Jews marveled at the confidence of Peter and John, and saw that it was a result of personal acquaintance and fellowship with Jesus (Acts 4:13). Our transformation has the same cause: We are renewed by personal fellowship encounter with the Lord who has become life-giving Spirit.

And as regards symbols: Frequently, we think of symbols as an addition to real life, as enhancements of the “literal.” In the personalist framework sketched above, however, symbols have a much more basic function in human life. Personal relationships among human beings exist, under normal circumstances, only by means of signs and symbols. Symbols communicate and mediate information and personal presence. We get to know another person by talking (using linguistic signs) and by gestures (handshake, kiss, hug, facial expressions, etc.). The only way for a man’s infatuation with a woman to move out of imagination into a real relationship of love is for the man to make his love “public” by speaking, writing love letters, sending flowers, and so on. Symbolic acts such as these do not picture a relationship that already exists; without the symbols, the personal relationship will not exist at all.

Likewise, our personal relationship with God takes place through mutual use of symbols: God speaks to us in His word, which takes the form of printed symbols on a page or audible sounds that carry meaning. We respond with words of prayer and praise. God “gestures” to us through the water of baptism and by spreading His table; we respond by accepting His invitation and feasting in His presence. The history of sacramental theology can be told as a dialectic between treating sacraments as magical and treating them as “mere symbols.” A personalist framework cuts through the whole debate: Symbols have power, but the power is the power of establishing and maintaining personal, covenanted relationships.

(Despite real differences between language and other symbolic actions, there are fundamental similarities: both speech [or writing] and gestures are physical actions; both uttering significant sounds and performing significant gestures are symbolic in that meanings are encoded within or “inhere” the physical actions. In fact, it is difficult to think of a human physical action in which meaning does not inhere: A pat on the back is different from swatting a fly but swatting a fly says something; speaking is different from belching, but, depending on circumstances, belching can mean either “I enjoyed the meal” or “I’m a mannerless pig.” Generating and deploying symbols is an inescapable human process, an aspect of our being made in the image of the Father who eternally generates His Word, His Image [John 1:1; Hebrew 1:1-3].)

Given this background, we can return to the question of infant faith. Here, “faith” is the human response trust to God in a personal relationship. The question of infant faith is not: “Are infants capable of receiving this jolt of divine power?” The question is: “Can infants respond to other persons? Do infants have personal relations?” And the answer to this question is obviously yes. Infants quickly (even in utero) learn to respond to mother’s voice; infants quickly manifest “trust” of their parents; infants quickly distinguish strangers from members of the family. If infants can trust and distrust human persons, why can’t they trust in God? Behind the denial of infant faith is, apparently, an assumption that God is less available to an infant than other humans. But this is entirely wrong; for no human being is nearer than God. And it is wrong because God’s presence is mediated through His people. When parents say to their newborn, “Jesus loves you and will care for you,” they are speaking God’s promises.

Parents, moreover, establish relationships with their infants through symbols. We talk to our infants, and we show our love through gestures � hugs and kisses. If there is nothing irrational or absurd about humans’ establishing personal relation ship with infants through symbols, there is nothing irrational about God’s doing the same. As we establish loving and trusting relations with our infants through symbols, so God speaks to infants and establishes a relation with them through the “visible word” of baptism. Thus, the question “Should we baptize babies?” is of a piece with the question “Should we talk to babies?” Paedobaptism is neither more nor less odd and miraculous that talking to a newborn. In fact, that is just what paedobaptism is: God speaking in water to a newborn child.

Let me take this a further step. If the child cannot understand what a parent is saying, is it rational for the parent to speak to him or her? Baptist parents as well as others speak to their infants, and do not expect the child to understand or to talk back for many months. They see nothing irrational in this. They speak to their children, that is, they employ symbols, not because they think the infant understands all that is being said or because they expect an immediate response. They speak to their children so that the child will learn to understand and talk back. So too, we baptize babies not because they can fully understand what is happening to them, nor because we expect them to undergo some kind of immediate moral transformation. We baptize them, and consistently remind them of their baptism and its implications, so that they will come to understanding and mature faith.

The sociologically consistent Baptist should, it seems to me, follow the Peekabo Street theory of child training. Peekaboo Street was the American Olympic skier, whose parents, as I recall the story, were so very trendy and liberal that they did not want to “impose” an identity on their little girl, so they allowed her to choose her own name, with obvious results. Karl Barth, who loudly protested the “violence” of imposing a Christian identity on a child through infant baptism, would undoubtedly be pleased. In fact, the Streets were not so liberal after all, for in spite of themselves they apparently did teach Peekaboo to speak English, rather than giving her the freedom to choose a language or make one up on her own. Baptist parents, so far as I know, are not consistent either; they do impose a language and a name on their children, a language and a name that cannot be religiously neutral; they do, in spite of themselves, often treat their children as Christians, teaching them to sing “Jesus loves me” and to pray the Lord’s Prayer. And if they do all this, what reason remains for resisting the imposition of the covenant sign?

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