Sunday, February 21, 2010

Pottery


This vessel is cracked
Water can only be held within
Halfway up; up to half way down
Yet this bowl can be used
To wash dusty feet

This vessel is scarred
A gash here deep within
A chip here; a chip there
Yet it still has beauty
It reflects another image

This vessel is shattered
Nothing can be held within
A shard here; a shard there
Yet the pieces are to be taken
To make something else

This vessel is sealed
A mystery lies within
Something powerful; something sweet
To be poured out
-HM

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Abnormal Weather Patterns


I watched Sunny With a Chance of Meatballs with my neighbor girl last night. Here are a few lessons that my impressionable young mind picked up:

1. Nerds rule.
2. Nerds rock... and rule.
3. If you want to impress a member of the opposite sex build them a giant JELLO house.
3. Food becomes aggressive and intent on self-preservation after undergoing extreme mutation from excessive radiation exposure.
4. Eagles are to wizards what rat-birds are to mad scientists.
5. Man eating chickens can become chicken beating men.

Overall Conclusion: The movie was good, but the book is better.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Snow Drift Synopsis



It was 5:30 in the morning and below freezing. The angle that the car was sticking in the ditch indicated that it would take even more pushing to get it out. Again we pushed; again the tires sped and slipped around in the snow. I spit out the gravel that found its way in my mouth from the spinning tires. This was not the bravo start the girls and I wanted that morning traveling back to Kansas from Teec Nos Pos, AZ. The trip is long enough without the complications of a royally stuck vehicle.
Finally, after 4 hours of delay the car inched its way out of its snow cocoon, and we were free to start out again on our maiden journey. The trip back turned into an even greater adventure as we made our way onto the highway. In addition to getting stuck, our car broke down twice because of a cheeky battery. And because of two inadequate maps and a driver who didn’t know her way, that being myself, we made a wrong turn that contributed an hour or two to the trip. Even though these were frustratingly interesting experiences, I usually tend to dwell on the details of our stuck vehicle at the beginning of the trip more than anything else.
If it hadn’t been for Dale, who ran back the 7 miles to Immanuel mission to get help, the other girls and I would have been in an even more serious predicament. If it hadn’t been for the below zero degree weather sleeping bag that I brought, just because I wanted to try out a Christmas present, things could have been a great deal chillier in the car while we waited for Dale’s return.
Perhaps because of a mixture of rational and irrational fears, I have a fear of being in vehicles that are stuck in one place. I do not like the sound of spinning, slipping tires. I love the momentum of moving forward. And really, who knows how long it will take to get a trapped vehicle unstuck. Hours? Days? Years? Who wants their cute little car to turn into a rusted hunk of metal?
I also have a fear of spinning tires in a not so literal sense. I love the feel of momentum in my life- the thought that I am working towards goals and accomplishing things is invigorating to me. I was talking with a customer the other day, and I was relating to them the importance I felt about moving forward in a direction in life. Their reply to my dissertation was “Yeah, but you work in a drum shop.” All I could do was shrug, because yeah, I can see the irony of that, and yeah, those are the words I hear in my own heart sometimes. But when I seriously think about it, I know that I am taking steps to move forward. I just finished taking a law entrance exam for the second time, I’m also applying to a few colleges and sprucing up some resumes to apply to other jobs. It is hard to know if this is simply spinning my tires, or if I will gain some ground in using my energy towards this. Even though spinning tires isn’t desirable, I know that tires that are moving are at least more advantageous than those that are motionless.
And thinking back to our car stuck in that snow drift, I don’t believe it was really in danger of becoming a rusted hunk of metal. There were four of us girls who strongly wanted it to be out of that drift, and I am comforted by this thought. I have a God who can use immobility, spinning tires and motion to get me where I need to be, and He is not in the habit of walking off and forgetting about people who need help.

Philippians 1:6 For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Finally!




Love. Twuuee Love.


I was watching Westside story a few weeks ago with some friends, when one of them piped up and said "They both die in the end, right?" The common consensus was "Yes, they [the lovers] both die." After a pause, another friend remarked "Well, that's dumb." There was a moment of flabbergasted silence, then we all burst out laughing. We could see her point. Short lived love is almost right up there with unrequited love; just not as fashionable as it used to be in Shakespearian times. We would prefer a "Happily Ever After" story over a tragedy.
Some of the greatest love stories in the world are tragic. I admit that. Name off just about any one of them and there is going to be some element of things-gone-awry: one person dying before the other (like in Braveheart), or while they are still too young (Last of the Mohicans, Westside Story/Romeo and Juliet), or separated because of poverty or disease(The Fields of Athen Rye), or separated because of personal issues (Edward Sissor Hands, Pride and Prejudice, You Got Mail).
Of course it is the most heart wrenching of stories when one of the lovers gets left behind by the other lover. When the beloved dies and things are left unsaid; undone; the whole storyline seems shattered. I usually cry when I get to the part in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe where Aslan dies. The White Witch raises her stone knife in one victory blow, then tramps off. Susan and Lucy are left in the dark clueless about what to do next. Their love is lying dead and silent on a stone table. What hope do they have left for the future? Of course, all this changes in the story when dawn has broken.
I'm thankful that the foundation for Christianity isn't based on a tragic love story. Last week I was reminded about the radical aspect of Christ's resurrection. Yes he died, but YES He lives. Christ's followers are not confined to visiting a tomb of a good man or teacher. We're not left expressing our love and devotion to someone who cannot hear us. There are tragic aspects to the redemptive story, but the ending is stellar.

Zephaniah 3:17 "The LORD your God is in your midst, a victorious warrior. He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy."