• Nobody likes discomfort, but life in a fallen world guarantees uncertainty. This puzzle we call life requires it. As James tells us, that God is not only with us “when (we) meet trails of various kinds” but will produce “steadfastness” eventually making us “perfect and complete, lacking in nothing”, not one missing piece (James 1:2-4). May we be steadfast as we trust the promises of a God who carried our forefathers through perplexing times when that piece didn’t quite fit until the puzzle maker completes the scene for us in eternity. 

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  • It was 1996, and while the Olympic Games were being held in Atlanta, GA, I was teaching 40+ Chinese teenagers in a Soviet-style concrete building with live electric wires running down the halls. It was a hot, June day, and my eager students, usually so quiet I could hear a pin drop, did something that shocked me; they all burst out laughing, uncontrollably. They weren’t trying to be rude like American teens might, I have seen that in my years of teaching. They revered teachers, feared them, really. They were actually in a state of disbelief that caused them to disrupt, lose themselves. Why? What brought this about? That day we were having a lesson on Easter.

    Now, our summer English curriculum for this level of student included culture in order to increase the students’ background knowledge as many language programs do. I had been covering one or two holidays every day, and to me, Easter was just another holiday. After all, it wasn’t the only religious holiday. We also covered Christmas, so what was the big deal? To them, it was different. They were truly amazed, flabbergasted that America, a country they idolized in many ways, celebrated a holiday that involved someone rising from the dead. This, to them, was absurd, asinine really. How could such an educated culture believe in something like this? So in their disbelief, they laughed.

    I have reflected on this incident many times since then. That day, I began to understand the shocking truth of Easter. Easter is about resurrection, an occurrence only brought about by a miracle of God. It means not only have our sins been covered, but we, in Christ, have conquered death. We are truly free of the fear of guilt AND of the afterlife. Without Easter, our faith is meaningless, we might as well claim nothing. Everything we know as Christians hinges on this miracle, foolishness to those who don’t believe. So, this weekend may we truly meditate on these words, “He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and on the third day rise” (Luke 24:6-7). For this, this truth of the resurrection, is not just another holiday, a day for eggs, bunnies and family. It is our lifeline, our ONLY hope.

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    In this New Year

    Full of hope and promise

    Questions and uncertainty

    The wisdom to know that the only writing that will bring you glory flows from your streams of

    mercy

    Give me the wisdom to pray first and write second

    That all efforts outside of you are “filthy rags” (Isaiah 64:6)

    The wisdom to follow you alone

    Not aimlessly pursuing every editor call or chance at recognition

    As a child, “tossed back and forth by the waves” (Ephesians 4:14)

    Knowing that interruptions involving my children, my spouse, my students, or my friends

    Are not a hindrance but ordained opportunities to

    “Consider others better than (myself)” or my writing goals (Philippians 2:3)

    The wisdom to follow your plan for me

    Instead of the newest blogging recipe pushed out onto Facebook or Twitter

    The plan made by you to whom I am

    “Fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14) and

    The plan that includes “hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11)

    Whether I ever publish my first book

    Or see my articles reach the world

    May my words be yours

    Amen

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    In this New Year

    Full of hope and promise

    Questions and uncertainty

    Give me the wisdom to pray first and write second

    The wisdom to know that the only writing that brings you glory flows from your “stream of

    mercy

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    That all efforts outside of you are “filthy rags” (Isaiah 64:6)

    The wisdom to follow you alone

    Not aimlessly pursuing every editor call or chance at recognition

    As a child, “tossed back and forth by the waves” (Ephesians 4:14)

    Knowing that interruptions involving my children, my spouse, my students, or my friends

    Are not a hindrance but ordained opportunities to

    “Consider others better than (myself)” or my writing goals (Philippians 2:3)

    The wisdom to follow your plan for me

    Instead of the newest blogging recipe pushed out onto Facebook or Twitter

    The plan made by you to whom I am

    “Fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:14)

    The plan that includes “hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11)

    Whether I ever publish my first book

    Or see my articles reach the world

    May my words be yours

    Amen

  • It really is hard to believe.  Who could have believed the barrage of change we have seen since last Christmas?  Sure, we knew it might be a bit crazy with an unknown virus and a U.S. election.  But a pandemic?  Countries and states shutdown?  Protests, violence and destruction?  It’s still a bit much to take in.  Not to mention, it’s not over.  Much of the change we have experienced is here to say, for the foreseeable future anyway. Many of us still can’t to work, go to school, worship, or travel normally.  Our lives have been greatly disrupted.  The world is truly upside down. 

    While a lot of us are still reeling from the shock of the torrent of change, some of us are starting to ask the question:  What now?  What does God want from me now?  So, what does God want from us in a world that upside down?  Great news!  He has an upside down gospel that fits a time exactly like this. 

    Now, if you’re like me, you may be saying, “Sure.  I know that God is hasn’t left me, but what am I supposed to do?  I am scared.  My children, my relatives, and our acquaintances are scared.  We don’t know how to function or move on.  We’re not even sure when or if this insecurity of the unknown will ever end.  And even if a vaccine is found, and the political climate quiets, how do we even begin to re-enter this ‘post-COVID’ world?”

    It really is so easy for us to forget that the savior who has been with us in our mostly predictable lives in the recent past did not live a “mostly comfortable” life or come to save a “mostly comfortable” people.  Distraught, empty, and at our wits end?  That’s right down his alley. 

    Just a glimpse of Jesus’ life reminds us of the difficult time Jesus lived in.  Who was he? An average member of an oppressed minority group from a nothing town who was placed in a feeding trough at birth.  In fact, Philip was asked in John 1:46, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?”  Not only that, but he and his family were refugees, running from a tyrannical ruler who wanted him dead.

    And whom did God choose to announce his birth to first?  The rich and powerful?  The religious leaders in the temple?  Not at all.  He announced it to Shepherds.  Uneducated and of humble position, they heard the news first. 

    What about his welcome?  Well, it might have been a little more prestigious if his announcer hadn’t been his unruly hippy of a cousin wearing camel’s hair and eating locusts and wild honey (Matthew 3:1:1-17). 

    And the list goes on.  He broke Sabbath rules, created a cabinet of lowly, uneducated laborers, and associated with religiously unclean characters.  Corrupt tax collectors, promiscuous women, cripples, children, and those who had nothing to give; that is who he brought his kingdom to. 

    As for the religiously upright?  He never fit in with them. 

    Because of his humble status, the upright among his own people were not only disappointed in him, but scorned him as well.  How did they react to him?  Try these:

    “ . . . and when they saw Him, they implored him to leave their region” (Matthew 8:34).

    “ . . . Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon?  Are not His sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him” (Mark 6:3).

    “And all the people in the synagogue were filled with rage as they heard these things” (Luke 4:28).

    “ . . . and they got up and drove him out of the city, and led Him to the brow of the hill on which their city had been built, in order to throw Him down the cliff” (Luke 4:29).

    “But first he must suffer many things and be rejected by this generation” (Luke 17:25).

    “He came to his own, and those who were His own did not receive him” (John 1:11).

    “And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left” (Luke 23:33).

    In upside down times like these, fraught with fear, uncertainty, and even despair, may we truly see Jesus.  Not the Jesus we have been fitting into our comfortable, predictable lives, but the savior whose life was always upside down, always the opposite of what those who had it together wanted.  He is the King of Kings, but few in his time saw him that way.  If anyone knows about uncertain times, it is Jesus.  So, as 2020 comes to an end and the uncertainty rages on, may we rejoice in him, the one who triumphed in uncertain times and reminded doubters then and now, “I have said these things to you, that in me you have peace.  In the world you WILL have tribulation.  But take courage; I have overcome the world”  (John 16:33).

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    I don’t admit this to many people.  It’s a bit embarrassing I guess.  I teach English, love literature and writing, yet I have a secret obsession.  It’s nothing racy; it’s quite innocent in fact.  So, what is this secret?  I love, as in LOVE, cheesy romances, especially Hallmark movies.  Consequently, one highlight of my holiday season is the yearly arrival of something called The Countdown to Christmas.  If you don’t know what this is, it is the showing of Hallmark Christmas moves 24 hours a day, 7 days a week from Halloween-at least this year-to New Year’s Day.  This means that any time I can find 15 minutes in my day or have insomnia at 2 am, Hallmark is there for me, ready with movies full of idyllic small towns, sweet romantic moments, Christmas spirit, and sickeningly happy endings.  What could be better?

    Now, if I’m honest, Hallmark Christmas movies have morphed.  While they have successfully added more cultural diversity to their lineup, they have, in turn, completely removed the true meaning of Christmas.  Sure, the mention has been minimal at best-a Christmas Eve service at most-but now it is nothing more than an inclusion of “Joy to the World” or another genuine Christmas carol in the background. 

    Lately, I have been truly questioning my love for this tradition.  How much of my holiday excitement should come from these Christless flicks?  Should I be supporting a tradition that promotes Christmas spirit for the sake of some obscure joy we are supposed to feel for no particular reason or some belief in an imaginary figure we all know doesn’t exist? 

    Now, don’t get me wrong.  I still love these movies and will watch them from time to time.  But this disillusionment with my beloved Hallmark Christmas movies-and those like it-has also caused me to evaluate the Christmas movies my kids and I watch.  Now, we are fairly diligent about what our kids watch, a task becoming more and more difficult now that my oldest is in high school.  Like many Christian parents, we are always looking out for appropriate movies they can watch, holiday movies especially.  Just last night, my younger son watched a movie related to a book he read in school last year called A Boy Named Christmas.  It is an adorable story about a boy who finds out that his recently decease mother had named him “Christmas” after a holiday celebrated by a magical village of elves she visited as a child.  Was there any mention of Christ or his birth? Of course not. 

    When my children were little, I quickly found that the only mainstream movie that actually acknowledged the true Christmas story was A Charlie Brown Christmas.  In all reality The Cat in the Hat, while he may know a lot about other topics, does not know a lot about Christmas at all.  Neither do any of the other beloved children’s characters, unless the character is Bob the tomato from Veggie Tales.

    My logical side tells me not to worry. “It isn’t any big deal, the secularization of Christmas,” it says.  “People really know the true meaning deep down.”  But I know the truth.  See, I have taught in public school for over 20 years.  About 13 years ago, I did a fun analogy lesson with some 9th graders right before Christmas.  It included many holiday examples, religious and secular.  One question included Christmas is to ________________ as July 4th is to independence.    Much to my surprise, they couldn’t figure out the origin of Christmas for several minutes until one boy with a Catholic background finally said, ”It’s a birth”. Now, this scenario may not be the case in every class, but it is a warning to us of the toll that wiping the holiday clean of Christ has taken on society as a whole. 

    Now, I have to ask myself if my children or I should be watching any movies that deny the true meaning of Christmas.  Well, my guess is that we will continue to watch holiday movies from time to time.  At the same time, I do have a responsibility as a Christian and parent not to perpetuate this blatant disregard for the true meaning of this foundational holiday. 

    I’ll admit, I am not exactly a fan of the catch phrase trend which includes “Keep Christ in Christmas” and other such sayings, but I am prayerfully asking myself what my responsibilities are during this sacred time of year.  Lord, turn my heart towards you alone during this time of year.  Please grant me the wisdom to speak about and value your birth and the gospel instead of promoting a faceless spirit or empty consumerism. May I continually respond as the shepherds did saying, “Let’s go the Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened . . . “ (Luke 2:15). 

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    I see it all the time.  Ad after ad advertising blogging as an escape from the chain of the 9 to 5 job.  It is amazing to me how many of these ads refer to teaching as the job they wanted to flee. How could they teach when they really didn’t enjoy it?  It is hard for me to imagine.  Now, I have been writing since I was a young girl.  Stacks of journals holding my deepest secrets are proof it is truly a passion of mine, but one thing I have never wanted to escape is teaching.  The days spent learning with teenagers is not a hindrance but an inspiration to me, something I sincerely hope to do for the rest of my life, in one capacity or another.

    Did I want to be a teacher growing up?  No.  I wanted to sing, act, and practice medicine but not teach or write for that matter.  I did love kids though.  I loved babysitting, mentoring, working with kids at my church, and even took an opportunity to work with inner-city youth the summer before I graduated from high school.  For no particular reason other than God’s prompting, the second semester of college, I switched my major from pre-med to English education and never looked back.

    As an undergrad, I was amazed at my classmates who did not enjoy the teaching portion of our course work.  Sure, I felt overwhelmed much of the time, but I found the experience inspiring, even exhilarating.  Despite the challenges of student behavior, learning challenges, and devastating home situations, I have never finished a year without an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for the opportunity to walk alongside a throng of diverse, beautiful teens.  Exhaustion?  Yes, I have felt that.  But after 21 years, I still step into the classroom with a sense of great anticipation. 

    I write because I love it.  Maya Angelou’s quote that “writers write” holds true.  But I don’t write to escape my career.  In my case, “teacher’s teach” just as much as “writers write”. My career is a gift from God, the inspiration from which my writing springs forth.  These image-bearing individuals have been God’s lens into this beautiful fallen world He is redeeming. Do I want to write more?  Yes.  But my daily interactions with these unique individuals are the breath in my lungs.  To give that up would be to pull the plug on a sea of muse I get to swim in every day.

    The result?  I write when I finish grading, while my kids are in music lessons, or for an hour before church.  And often my job or duties as a wife and mother prevent me from crafting that piece I’ve been ruminating on right away, but that is okay.  God knows the plans he has for me, namely that he made me to be a teacher and a writer and will make a way for me to be both in his time, not mine.