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use your ivy league degree to bake bread


08 Jul

fascinating article about feminism, frugality, and whether or not simpler is always better.

(note: for those who aren’t intrigued by feminism, the impact of the current “green” culture, or the “rising revolution” of highly educated stay-at-homers, don’t click the link.)

for those who are, click away.

oh, and comment.

http://www.salon.com/life/pinched/2010/06/30/radical_homemaker_failure

no laughing matter.


03 Oct

so i didn’t see it when it happened… i don’t watch the late show.

but on some mornings, if i have a few minutes while i’m eating cereal (or peanut butter bread) for breakfast, i will catch a few minutes of the today show.

it was there that i saw the clip of the whole david letterman… thing.

to catch other late night non-watchers up to speed, david letterman revealed on his show that, for the past 3 weeks, he has been under a state of blackmail for “bad stuff” he did.

“bad stuff.”

“bad stuff” turned out to be immorality with staff members.

he admitted it: “yes, i have.”

you would think it “would be embarrassing if it were made public… perhaps.”  (his words.)

um yeah.  you would think.

but instead of a disapproving (or at least an awkward) silence, dave letterman received from his audience what he is used to the most–

laughter.

sure, some was awkward.  and some was unsure.

but here, as a man talks about sleeping around with women he was not wed to, unloyal to his then-girlfriend of 20+ years, you could hear a definite conglomeration of snickering, chuckling, and giggles.

the laughter appalled me.

“stand-up” confessions?

unfaithfulness?

sinful sex?

that’s funny?

i’m not sure what is worse: the fact that a comedian can’t be serious long enough to show true remorse or that society’s collective conscience is so seared that it laughs when it knows–innately?– that it shouldn’t.

perhaps, even sadder than that, is if society doesn’t realize it shouldn’t laugh at all.

it is said that there is a fine line between comedy and tragedy.

here, the line wasn’t just crossed.  jokes muffled, if not completely muted, morality; and tragically, it wasn’t even acknowledged.

the desertion of decency, no matter who gives the punchline, is no laughing matter.

(dave letterman and his audience included.)

moments of masculinity


28 Sep

(disclaimer: this is not a man-bashing post.  let me just say that now…)

“oh, i see plenty of boys.  but where are the men?”

i overheard this statement the other day.  and truth be told, i’ve asked that question recently.

to myself.

and maybe outloud.

to a select few.

it seems like women today are bombarded by stats that talk about how guys are stuck in “adultescence.”  or how they contract “peter pan syndrome” in their 20s… and that it’s apparently contagious.

i’ll be honest.  it’s somewhat discouraging… especially as women want to see men step up and take the lead.  and lest you misunderstand, i’m not just talking about in their social lives.  i mean in the church.  in society. with real masculinity.*

i’ve been asking myself recently what real masculinity looks like.  honestly, i’ve been asking God to show me.  and i think, this weekend, i’ve seen glimpses of what it is… that God has let me see moments where i could observe biblical manhood in action.

moment 1: a woman, who was obviously upset, was standing awkwardly out of the way of everyone.  her 20something son walked right up to her and drew her close.  she dug her face in his shoulder and just cried.  and he stood there, arms around her, and let her.  unashamed.  for as long as she needed.  and when she finally pulled away, he wiped the mascara off of her cheek.

moment 2: it was absolutely POURING outside and my dad, knowing that i had just gotten ready to sing for a wedding, without me saying anything, ran to my car to get my umbrella so i wouldn’t get all wet.  (i have a great daddy. :) )

moment 3: at a reception this weekend, my pastor got up from the table.  picking up several dirty dishes, he took them back to the kitchen and asked if there was anything he could do to help.

moment 4: i stood at the back of the church and watched my friend, her new husband, and their families take pictures.  there was an elderly woman at the front of the sanctuary that was trying to get situated, and the groom stepped out of the picture, moved towards her, and helped her with what she needed.

moment 5: at church this morning, i sat several rows behind a handicapped man.  a few times during the preaching, he would lean over to another man sitting next to him– a rugged-type 20something– and asked for  help with some of his belongings.  and i watched as during the service, that’s what the man did… serve.  afterwards, this same guy paused in the hallway to playfully tease a little girl.

i’m beginning to realize that these glimpses of “masculinity” are honestly, glimpses of Christ.

i was talking to a friend of mine this week for a few minutes about ministry and pulled this quotation from the conversation (or something like it… i wasn’t taking notes ;) ): “ministry isn’t about being comfortable.  ministry isn’t about me.  it’s about serving others.”

in these five glimpses, that’s what i saw.  ministry.  despite comfort.

man in moment 1: i’m sure it would have been more comfortable to not have a woman crying in your suit coat.  or remove her mascara.

man in moment 2: dad, i’m sure it would have been more comfortable for you to not get soaked for me.

man in moment 3: i’m sure it would have been more comfortable for you to have continued eating those little chocolate dessert thingies on your plate, instead of dealing with the dirty dishes of others.

man in moment 4: i’m sure it would have been more comfortable for you to stand next to your new bride and smile for the next picture.

man in moment 5: i’m sure it would have been more comfortable for you to read your Bible and listen to the pastor without having to worry about interruptions and the wellbeing of the person beside you.

i guess being Christlike isn’t comfortable all the time.  and being a real man isn’t either.

so, with those examples, taken just from this weekend, i have hope.

maybe the majority of men in my generation are still peter pans.  but there are some that refuse to be content with constantly being ministered unto.

they, immulating Christ, seek to minister.

and that, i’m learning, is true masculinity.

* and trust me, i’m not blind to the glaring problems on the female side… i’m just not blogging about them at the moment.  ;)


sign of the times at B&N . . . ?


16 Mar

i went to barnes and noble’s the other day with my sister. as i walked around, picking up random interesting titles and reading the back, i meandered to the center aisle where they have tables of books on display. it was then that i noticed a smallish table towards the back with a very interesting (at least to me) sign . . .

“the new christians.”

now, in my circles, “new christian” is synonymous with “new convert.” someone new to the Faith. someone who just confessed Christ as Savior.

this sign doesn’t declare that. it isn’t a marker for recently-saved people to find a devotional about Christian basics.

this table was full of new titles, hot off emergent presses. “in love with Jesus, but not the church?” one subtitle asks . . .

i find this all very interesting, as people complain about religion and long for relationships.

perhaps what’s intriguing is what the sign implies: not only new, but improved. almost like revamped salad dressing with a new logo design– “new look! better taste!”

as they say, “out with the old, in with the new . . . ”

but what about those who aren’t old, but are definitely leery of the new? (a book on my personal beliefs on christianity probably wouldn’t find itself on the “new christian” table . . .)

if we (those of us who find ourselves in the land of inbetween) had a sign on a table at B&N on display, what would it say?

not quite finding the right words?

yeah.

me neither.

adoption, race, and religion


29 Oct

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i was talking to a friend of mine the other day about interracial adoption. she comes from a very”unusual” Christian home background: she has a brother who is korean, and two sisters–one black, one white. (my friend is black, although not biologically related to her black sister.) to my surprise, my friend described interracial adoption as something that is either highly smiled or highly frowned upon. this reaction surprised me: my question is, “why in the world would it be bad?”

i know a few families that have adopted, and all of the adoptions have been international in nature: chinese primarily, but also some from Africa, one from Korea. i think it is great.

but then i started thinking about the arguments the other side might propose: that we have a lot of kids that need adopting here in the states . . . why in the world would we go to other parts of the world to bring them here, ignoring the american kids that need to get out of “the system.” okay, a seemingly valid question–but then i realized a flaw in my thinking. for whatever reason, i was connecting interracial adoption with international adoption. and since that isn’t always the case, the argument doesn’t really apply. the american adoption system can be and is, for some families, an interracial adoption system. (my friend was a intranational interracial adoption; her korean brother was an international interracial adoption.)

i really wasn’t prepared for the arguments against interracial adoption–but they shouldn’t have surprised me. my friend’s mom, a lecturer advocating interracial adoption, received these types of excuses against it: “it is best for a child to grow up in a happy, safe, same-colored home,” “a child needs to know his identity,” and ” the parents won’t understand him.”
some problems here: does happiness in a family come from being the same color? (umm, no. how many unhappy same-colored homes can you think of?) do children really need to identify with a color or culture to have a meaningful existence? (umm, no. welcome to the melting pot. and just because a person appears to be a certain color, doesn’t mean that it is “unadulterated.” most southern white families, traced back far enough, would be surprised to find out they are more interracial that what they thought . . . ) is it a criteria for people to be of the same color to understand basic human ideas/feelings? (umm, no. as the saying goes, we all bleed red. my ability to understand another human being doesn’t derive from an identical melanin match.)

what’s interesting is that a lot of people would advocate interracial adopting– in part. if a white couple wanted to adopt a black child, that’s okay. but a black couple adopting a white child? that’s entirely a different story . . . why? i’ll get there in a minute.

interracial adoption. interesting conversation in and of itself, but the conversation evolved to more “race-based” issues: interracial dating, racism, and ultimately, religion.

i have grown up in the south all of my life. after talking to some people who lived during the civil right’s movement, i realize that the racism issue has drastically improved– my friend and i now drink out of the same water fountain. however, that doesn’t mean that racism ceases to exist.

we still see it in the mindset, especially in the generations before us. the news talks about a crime wave in an area, or the rise in pregnancy in teens in a certain school district, and who’s to blame? “the blacks.” (let’s ignore the statistics that say that uneducated, single-parent, caucasian homes are the predominant problem propagating the welfare woes in our area . . . ) if the statement is unfounded on facts, where does it come from? the over-arching answer didn’t die at the abolishment of slavery or when the civil rights movement came to a close: racism. although not as “radical” as before, it still stays as the root of the ideological problem.

however, it is the grip it still holds in religion (especially in the south) that is the most inexcusable. As Joy McCarnan states in her article “Diff’rent Strokes in the Family of God,” with few exceptions “churches today are segregated, and, contrary to what we biblical separatists would wish to believe, the lines of division are not always doctrinal, but racial and cultural. Corporate fellowship with ‘other’ races and cultures is an exception rather than the rule. When we do accumulate a few minorities in our congregations or institutions, they’re treated almost as celebrities—poster children—walking proof that ‘no, we’re not [racist]!’ Aren’t we?”

she says concisely thoughts and observations i have had since high school. why are there “black” churches and “white” churches? the separation isn’t a doctrinal issue. now, don’t get me wrong. i understand that there are churches out there that we all would agree with “mainly.” they believe in all the “fundamentals” of the faith. the Gospel is preached. but we don’t go there–why? because of “undoctrinal” reasons that make us more comfortable: issues such as music, hats vs. no hats, etc. and it just so happens we are free to make those choices in the buckle of the Bible belt–where there are more independent, fundamental, baptist churches than starbucks and mcdonald’s combined (a–slight–exaggeration).

however, not every region has that luxury. even a half-hour away, i have talked to black families that have chosen churches based on culture/color, even though they have to “unpreach” some things to their children once they get home. why? because the doctrinally-sound, white churches in the area didn’t make them feel at home. they didn’t seem to want to have them there or get them involved.

i was told that it was more than the fact that we don’t wear robes in the choir, clap, and sing “go down, moses.” it is because there seems to be an air of insecurity– a “what do we do with them?” attitude. newsflash: they don’t expect us to speak ebonics on their arrival.   do “they” expect “us” to completely change the way that we normally worship to accommodate them? no. just as we wouldn’t expect them to change if we were to visit a service of theirs. do they expect “normal” treatment? yes. and that really isn’t too much to ask . . .
i’m not naive. if there were two churches that were doctrinally sound in my area and i was more culturally comfortable in one over the other, i would probably choose it. however, for our attitudes to make someone so uncomfortable–to be a big enough stumbling block– that any visitor would even consider going to “less-doctrinal” church because of us and any cultural/color mindset we possess is wrong. and it needs to change.

racism, even in it’s less-offensive forms than the 60s, has no place in an equal society. and it should definitely have no place in our churches–because it has absolutely no place in the Church.

“Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons . . .” (Acts 10:34). if He sees no difference, than neither should we.

just a thought.

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