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"I pray that you being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God."
-Ephesians 3:17-21

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings' end...




So May is my favorite month (I was born in May, got married in May, graduated high school, undergrad, and now grad school in May...it's a great time of the year). This May marks the beginning of many new things: graduation from graduate school, getting a Masters degree, no longer being a student, turning 20something, celebrating 4 years of marriage, starting a new job (okay, technically that is June 1). The most exciting thing so far about May is that I got to meet Meg! Margaret Abigail Heerman was born March 31 to my friends Bill and Jenn and she is SOOOOO cute! I am so excited for them as they start this new chapter of their lives and also so awed by the fact that just a few months ago we had never met this precious girl and now here she is! God is amazing! So enough talk, just look at the pictures!


On a side note, I learned some very valuable lessons on my drive to Nashville this weekend that I thought I would share:
Life lesson # 3,876: Never try to outrun a tornado when driving through the mountains (or really ever).
Life lesson # 3,875: Never eat Cheetos (baked or otherwise)while driving, especially if you just spent an hour vacuuming out your car. (This life lesson is not to be confused with # 2,014: Eating Cadbury Creme Eggs while driving could be dangerous!)

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Addendum

A quick addendum to the previous blog:
I am SOOOO happy that I worship a God who is all powerful; a God who is bigger than any human decisions, a God who will work no matter what we choose to do (no matter whether we use the "right" or "wrong" words, displays, etc). I am relieved that HE reigns over everything. the end. amen. :)

Monday, April 13, 2009

The Cross- Is it important?


One of our friends recently posted her thoughts about the presence (and lack of) crosses in churches. I loved it and wanted to share it with everyone! Thanks Lisa for having the words to say what I was thinking!
From Lisa Pierce:
A sad trend is happening within a small stream of the Christian church. It is most identified with the ever popular contemporary movement and what would be termed “seeker sensitive”. Seeker sensitive church services tend to be designed around making people feel very welcome and eliminating obstacles that make the general church service feel foreign or uncomfortable. Many people are coming back into the church due to these intentional elements. It is exciting to see! But one move disturbs me. That is the removal of the cross in some of these services.

Why does this disturb me? Several reasons. First, Jesus spoke about it so much throughout his ministry- to disciples who did not understand. He admonished them to pick up their crosses daily and follow Him. They simply could not understand this until after Jesus’ death. My faith is grounded in the notion of sacrifice borne from love and a Savior who said, “pick up your cross daily and follow me”. Second, it is the sign of Christ’s fidelity. Although a method of torture, Jesus’ choice to stay on it- to not use His power to come off the cross shows His commitment to the Father in heaven and to us. So, we must continue to carry it and bear it throughout our life. Thirdly, and this is the place that hits closest to home for me…is that in some cultures…it is not permitted. I’ve been in countries where the cross isn’t popular and is considered offensive. During my time in Iraq, we were trained that crosses were not to be publicly displayed among the Iraqi populace.

So, here’s my story. Soldiers in Iraq were constantly seeking God’s presence and needing to know He was with us. I was one of those soldiers. On the night of January 1st 2005, we'd only been in country a few weeks. That evening we had the most incredible sunset-like none other I have ever seen. The sky was a deep orange and when I turned something caught my eye. A metal pole was standing behind and above a 10’ dirt barrier. Near the top of the pole, as it protruded from above the barrier, was a broken piece of angle iron hanging loosely from it. But when I looked at it from my angle-it formed a black cross against a blood, red sky. I was stunned! Christ was very present, even in what someone might consider junk or trash. What’s more, it stood outside and above our hedge of protection-ironically called a Hesco barrier. I took a photo and had it painted. It hangs in my living room to this day. Therefore, when churches can simply remove it because it may make people uncomfortable or give them negative opinions of the church…I wonder if we have missed the point. If we ever get to a place where we are told we CAN’T have it-it may change our perspective a bit.

Here are a few other thoughts. As the Christian church slowly gets rid of its crosses we begin to follow suit with Jehovah’s Witnesses and the Mormons who also have emptied their churches of them. They believe it is idol worship to have a cross and that it is unthinkable that the instrument of Christ's brutal murder should be seen as holy or worthy of veneration. Our Unitarian friends do not believe in Christ’s divinity so they do not have a cross. Maybe the symbol is overused, maybe we cannot really understand the depth of its meaning… but I would hope that then the Christian church’s role becomes more of constantly reminding us of what that commitment is and leading us to a consistent and sacrificial call to discipleship- not just ridding their worship space of it. Mind you, this isn’t seeker friendly and it may not be culturally relevant…but Christ called us to something much higher and deeper than that, and His church to be counter cultural-to define the culture...to be authentic in a veneer society-so what does that look like?

Do we even need symbols? No…we only need Christ. Anything can become an idol whether it is symbols, the Bible, or a worship style. But, if you go back to the book of Leviticus that was to describe worship for the Israelites, it is filled with symbols that God Himself ordained. The lamp stands, the almonds from the branch, the Ark of the Covenant, the use of incense and light were all things that God ordained within the Holy Place-and the Israelites were admonished to remember what these meant.

The cross became the most well known symbol of the Christian faith sometime around 250 AD. Before that, what we know as the Ichthys, or fish, was used by the early Christians as their secret symbol and code. In order to know if the person they were meeting was friendly and a follower of The Way, they would draw the sign of the fish in the dirt. The early church was borne and grew out of persecution-something we have no clue about. The cross has been the single most used and consistent symbol of those who follow Christ. Yes, it has been abused. But its meaning and what it represented will always stand true. Before we so flippantly throw it out as not being convenient, not being seeker sensitive, getting in the way of our worship band, or what ever other reasons we name-maybe we should pause a moment and remember that not everyone around the world gets access the way we do. My hope and prayer is that we reflect upon Christ’s sacrifice, his fidelity, and the constant reminder that he told us to pick it up our cross daily and follow Him.

"Pick up your cross daily and follow me"- Jesus

The picture is of the cross in Iraq- January 1, 2005

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Deep Social Change

http://www.breakpoint.org/listingarticle.asp?ID=11050

I don't have a whole lot to say about this at the moment because I'm busy but do check it out.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Home (warning: LONG and rambling!)

Lately I have been thinking a lot about the concept of "home". I am sure that everyone probably has a different definition of what home is, but to me it has always been something very important and very much at the forefront of my mind...I think largely because I have had at least 14 homes (in the structural sense of the word). Growing up, home was a safe space, an intimate space, where my family and I could be together. (My dad was in the Air Force and being together as a family was something that I cherished very much!) Do you have more than one place that feels like home? I do, and they are not always physical buildings. My house in Auburn has never 100% felt like home, maybe because it is mobile ;-), I don't know. Nor has my parents house in Virginia ever felt 100% like my home (Mom- if you read this don't be sad, I always feel home whenever I'm with our family no matter where it is!). I lost the last physical place that I really felt like was "home" after my in laws sold their house in Wetumpka. My parents house there had always seemed "home" but they moved 4 years ago. My house in Nashville seemed like home but again, I haven't actually lived there in almost 4 years. After getting married it takes a while to go from saying "home" in reference to where your parents live to saying "home" in reference to you and your spouses house. Being with Jason always makes me feel at home. Being with my close friends makes me feel at home...even if we are in the middle of a very public space. When I am at church I feel at home. I guess all that to say is my definition of home is that it is not just a physical dwelling, but the space where you share your life with those who are close to you! However, I think the memories made in a physical dwelling often tie us to that dwelling in a way that makes us miss it when we are no longer there. There are several reasons I have been thinking about home lately. One of which is that Jason and I are selling our mobile home and (many prayers needed on this one!) hopefully buying a house here in the Auburn area. Another reason I have been thinking about home is that I am reading the book A Search to Belong (Rethinking Intimacy, Community, and Small Groups) by Joseph Myers. This is an awesome book that I would recommend to anyone who has ever been involved with a small group! In it the author examines the relationships between four types of spaces: public, social, personal, and intimate. Great, great, amazing, thought provoking book. Read it, seriously. You can borrow mine if you want. However, today I was reading about how in our country the definition and expectation of "space" has changed (from front porches and picket fences, to pre fab houses and strip malls). Just thinking about how our culture is so disconnected (and also feeling guilty that I don't know any of my neighbor's names but 1) I am wondering what my definition (and societies) of "home" will be in 10 years....20 years. How will all my huge, life changing decisions in the next few weeks and months (job, house, etc) effect my definition of home once again. I love being home. Having my home be a calm, safe space away from the crazy world is important to me. But I also want my home to be a calm, safe space to others as well. There really is no deep point here, only that I wonder about all you in blog world and what you think about the concept of "home". One thing I am sure of and glad I know...heaven is my REAL home and this earth is only temporary (on some days I am SO happy to remind myself of this fact!).

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Saving Thumper

We do a lot of prescribed burning where I work...I mean A LOT. I will usually be involved in burning anywhere from 10,000-20,000 acres per year. I enjoy the work but it gets old very quickly since it takes 2-3 months of burning 2-5 days per week. That's a lot of smoke for one person to inhale.

Yesterday was kind of a slow day at first so on the first block we burned I didn't have much to do except watch the lines. We were burning around the horse pasture & dog kennels so I was standing on the line between the fence and the burn talking to one of the other guys on the crew. All of a sudden we heard this squealing sound coming from the fire. At this point the fire is pretty calm with flame lengths of only about 2-4 inches so we're within 10 feet of the fire. It turns out the squealing sound is a baby rabbit getting burned by the fire. We both saw it about the same time so I reached down and grabbed what you can imagine was a quite disoriented & scared little bunny. I had seen the momma rabbit run out of the fire right after we lit it but never considered that there were babies in there. So I picked it up and wiped off as much of the ash and char as I could but it still had some small burns on its leg and head - nothing that really broke the skin or should be fatal for the little guy. After I wiped him off I held him for a minute or two trying to decide what to do with him. He nudged his way into my elbow between my arm and my body and calmed down. I put him in a little patch of thick grass that we didn't burn so hopefully the momma rabbit found him last night.

I tell this story because in our society guys are supposed to be tough and thick skinned and not really care about things like baby rabbits. I love my job and I realize our burning does kill some animals but by and large it improves habitat and provides food for those animals that would otherwise not be available. I looked at that rabbit in that fire and without a thought or hesitation I reached right in and grabbed him. I didn't get burned but I never even thought of that until now. I don't know if I had my gloves on or not, it didn't matter. It needed my help and only me pulling it out of the fire would save it. Its mother had left it and it was lost and confused in the fire. It would've stayed there writhing in pain until it died.

I think of saving that little rabbit and it reminds me of what God has done for us - He has pulled us out of the fire and our suffering. He looks down and sees us writhing in pain, burning and struggling, and he picks us up, wipes off the char and soot and protects us. Even when we are abandoned by our families, friends, society, country, whatever, He is there to pick us up. He picks us up, cradles us in His arms, and gives us a new life. What a wonderful savior!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

"It's Gonna Be a Bright (Bright) Bright Bright Sunshiny Day!"

I just wanted to say HOORAY! for the warm weather (70+ degrees today)!!! I have never despised winter so much as I have this year (has it been colder? am I just getting wimpier about the cold the longer I live this far south?) and I am so So SO happy to have warm days and sunshiny weather! Usually February seems like the coldest winter month, but I am glad that weather.com is predicting 60's and 70's the rest of this week! Join me in rejoicing in the warm weather and go frolic in a field somewhere! ;-)

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