Five Minute Friday ~ Song

 

There have been melodies and harmonies galore floating around our house lately. Big sisters are part of a musical and the performance is tonight! Of course they sing and practice their music while at home - sometimes so much so I stick my own earphones in and hide out for awhile. Of course littlest girl learns it as well, so that means Sheherezade musical snippets continue, even when the rest of them are off at school. She only gets a few key strophs, though - repeating them time after time... after time after time..., 'oft inserting bits from other songs and musicals and even hymns she's seen and heard.

This week has contained real run thrus - at the venue. Daddy helps with making the kiddos able to hear their soundtrack, actors' voices hearable and everything hopefully sounding good, so we've had every night late nights followed by much moaning - groaning - complaining - containing snappy words in the mornings (and not just on the part of the munchkin squad). Our family times included scattered and snatched dinners of whatever happened to be still edible in the fridge. This morning, I'm scouring the house and looking for bobby pins while wondering if I might have already sent them on ahead in luggage. And no one will forget the dramatic tears over costumes and hair styles right before dress rehearsal. Routines are all a-skelter, nothing is going like I'd planned for it to go...

In the midst of all... THIS... we've had another full-blown chicken pox exposure. What can I say? We're supposed to get on a plane and travel (in three and one-half weeks!) and only 25% of my tribe has actually had the chicken pox. I'm not too optimistic about the probability of vaccine protection... and some don't even had that... which is a whole different story for another day. I'm resolutely pushing that sort of stuff of bad dreams - dollars lost, dreams of family vacation poofed away with a que sera, sera mindset - or, well, I'm trying to, at least...

I'm thankful that tonight is the big night. I'm tempted to rejoice that it will be one more thing off the checklist... 

And then way over-tired littlest girl, tucked sweetly into the corner of the waterbed, still where she rolled when I extricated myself from her snuggles to chase the big ones out of bed for school today starts to giggle, hum... and then softly sing... "Listen all of you brothers. Listen all of you sons..."

She's still smiling and singing a sweet dreams song. She snuggles deeper into the pillow and as her notes flit on out through the open window...

Maybe I should take my cue from her...

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"Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted.

Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.

Because:

'Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.' ~E. B. White

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

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cans vs cannots

I recently saw this video on Facebook, titled
 "Someone should tell this girl that this can't be done..."

What are we telling ourselves, what are we telling others, 
when we say "This just can't be done."

How do you feel when you share an idea or brainstorm with others and they outright dismiss it and say, "Never! Can't be done!"

Better yet? How do you actually respond? What do you do? Why?

Wordless Wednesday ~ Studio glimpses

Aliens and alien cultures

After a doozy of a start, this hot season has, thankfully, fizzled into something still uncomfortably warm and lots of sweaty, drippy days... but really, on the whole, pleasantly bearable, at least compared to the usual. 

See their smiles?

I still find it amusing to skim through my Facebook feed on any given day, though, because:

1. Friends from our part of the States are either freezing as they wait for Spring to really and truly arrive or they are jumping for joy at the warmth of a 80 plus degrees kinda day.
2. Friends from our part of Africa are praying the electric stays on because by 9 a.m., kitchens are already hotter than 90 degrees.

Some days, it is like culture shock, the mental jumping back and forth between these two worlds....

Because in our Michigan - American world, approaching 80 (27'C) degrees is SUMMER TIME... out come the motorcycles, shorts, sandals and flip-flops, picnic baskets, sunscreen... off go the pool covers and convertible car-tops... on switch the fans and air-conditioners.

Meanwhile, in our Niamey - African world, descending near 70 (21'C) degrees is ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE FRIGID... out come the shawls, winter jackets, socks, knitted hats and scarves, sweatshirts... closed go the louvered windows and doors, all openings into huts are covered by metal pieces or plastic tarp... in go the mats, mattresses and mosquito nets as people seek warmer shelter, particularly to sleep.

All of THIS happens within the same 10 (6'C) degree temperature range.

Amusing. 

But it also has me thinking about a same but different sorta situation.

No one adamantly says one is RIGHT (considering 70-80' warm) while the other is WRONG (considering 70-80' as too cool to be comfortable). They are just different  perspectives based on a different reality. So we just smile and  sometimes roll eyes. Usually.

So why do people so quickly label certain cultural (or church) practices that are different from their own as WRONG, or SINFUL, or GOD-DISHONORING rather than simply different?

• Heads covered or not?
• Music styles appreciated and enjoyed?
• Instruments used in church?
• Families together, sexes together or age segregation during worship?
• Sabbath keeping... even how it is done?
• Activities chosen for leisure?
• Arranged marriages or not?
• Family size?
• Educational decisions?
• Teaching methodology?
• Etc...

There are some things that God's Word qualifies as non-negotiable. 

Those non-negotiables are probably a lot fewer that what some of us like to insinuate... and significantly more than a whole other group of us like to import. After all, God has given man the freedom to choose and that includes choosing how we apply His Word in our day to day lives. 

In the long run, I'm believing it is more important that someone is studying the Word , that someone is seeking to live life applying principles showcased within, and choosing to trust that the Holy Spirit can incite enough sincerity that those someones (myself included) recognize when God points out something is wrong.

The biggest question seems to be:

Who will choose humbleness, to accepting differences-slash-correction, and then seek to change when-slash-if God works that way?

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What do you think?

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Encountering Jesus ~ "... take up thy bed and walk!"

The Pool of Bethesda, by William Hogarth, 1736, retrieved from wikipaintings.org. 

After these things there was a feast of the Jews; and Jesus went up to Jerusalem.

Now there is in Jerusalem by the sheep gate a pool, which is called in Hebrew Bethesda, having five porches. In these lay a multitude of them that were sick, blind, halt, withered, waiting for the moving of the water. For an angel of the Lord went down at certain seasons into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the waters stepped in was made whole, with whatsoever disease he was holden. 

And a certain man was there, who had been thirty and eight years in his infirmity. When Jesus saw him lying, and knew that he had been now a long time in that case , he saith unto him, "Wouldest thou be made whole?" 

The sick man answered him, "Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me." 

Jesus saith unto him, "Arise, take up thy bed, and walk."

And straightway the man was made whole, and took up his bed and walked. 

Now it was the Sabbath on that day. So the Jews said unto him that was cured, "It is the Sabbath, and it is not lawful for thee to take up thy bed."

But he answered them, "He that made me whole, the same said unto me, Take up thy bed, and walk." 

They asked him, "Who is the man that said unto thee, Take up thy bed, and walk?" 

But he that was healed knew not who it was; for Jesus had conveyed himself away, a multitude being in the place. 

Afterward Jesus findeth him in the temple, and said unto him, "Behold, thou art made whole: sin no more, lest a worse thing befall thee." 

The man went away, and told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made him whole. (John 5.1-15, ASV)

Last week, I parked on the word "Arise," and the thoughts elicited by meditating and praying through that single word. 

That, however, wasn't all Jesus said. He also told the man to gather up his bed, or the mat upon which he was laying, and to start walking. Getting up seemed crazy? What about balancing while standing on untried legs and leaning over after 38 years of no practice? Try picturing a high jumper successfully clearing the pole first try after nearly 4 decades of hiatus with no practice! Sure, the jumper's body might remember automatically what it needs to do, but strength, timing and even body shape has possibly changed over the years. Highly probable, don't you think, that that first attempt will not achieve success?

Yet we don't read of any hesitation or questions on the part of this man. He simply trusted and obeyed. I wonder what those first walking steps looked like. I wonder if, after standing and then picking up, he was confident that the walking would be similar and so he takes those first strides assertively? Or is he still feeling unsure and so he gingerly, timidly places one foot in front of the other, feels his foot solid and so commences a second step in similar fashion?

It probably doesn't really matter because the man trusted and obeyed. I know there are days that I trust and obey and confidently follow wherever it is that the Lord leads. But what about those other days, times when I still trust and obey yet do so continually under duress, with fear and trepidation and without complete confidence in the God I claim I trust. I believe God sees both as obedience, yet the second tears at His heart because He sees our apprehension and anxiety and He wants so much more, so differently, for me. One is obedience based on a confident feeling and closeness to God. The second is a persistent choice... even when nothing around confirms it as the sensible decision, simply because I am committed to trusting and believing God in all circumstances. Either way, God accepts both confident obedience as well as tiptoed compliance.

As Jesus melts away into the crowd, this man then walks right into a high-power confrontation with the Pharisees. Sometimes those Pharisees seem more like bullies than anything else, so it is easy to forget that, in general, they were the respected, well-liked, good neighbor sorts of guys. Their motivations may not have always been pure in doing good... but they were the ones who, in that culture, you could count on to be generously charitable, hard workers, good neighbors, invested in the community, etc. It sobers, in fact, to recognize just how much of myself I see in the Pharisees - if I'll hold up a clean mirror to check the reflection.

Instead of being amazed and thankful for a miracle, the Pharisees only see a violation of the standard established to help keep them from falling into sin. There is nothing wrong with holding to a standard of behavior. Yet this point is particularly convicting for me, because it is easy to feel good about holding to the letter of the law rather than abiding by the spirit of the law. How often do I miss the miraculous because I'm trying to adhere to a set of rules, or because I'm criticizing (certainly in my heart if not aloud) one who hasn't kept man's added-to standards and rules? The Pharisees, sadly, completely missed the point. The Pharisees had the opportunity to encounter Jesus but they simply dismissed what He had done as outright sinful at worst... too risky and too current and too worldly at best. It challenged their world view and couldn't be contained in their box for God. Jesus wasn't meeting their expectations of what a good Messiah would look like, talk like, act like, be like... He didn't esteem the same images they did... he didn't fit their preconceived ideas... 

Obviously, their ideas couldn't be wrong. After all they had tradition, the law of Moses and years of best practice on their side.

I wonder... what Jesus would look like if He came into our conservative evangelical culture of today? How would I treat him?

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What do you think?

-edited post from the archives:

original post

this week's gratitude list

(#'s 3827 - 3853)

having a sorta free Friday morning to enjoy the habitual Five Minute Friday write and community, after so many Fridays without. I've kept up, but it hasn't been leisurely. :-)

challenged once again by looking in the mirror via the book Extreme Righteousness
(If you are interested in reading the book, check out a few excerpts here.)

little warrior princesess running like mad all over the compound

3 Musketeers:  Elsie Mae, Imogen and Mary Michelle - they're gonna miss their little Aussie girlfriend - and I'm gonna miss listening to their antics most afternoons

IBBS and TriM graduation celebration

giggly boys sabotaging Minecraft games

beautiful friends, of all ages

challenged to be thinking on brave... and not believing it coincidence

that my mom can be with my grandparents when they are struggling

hoping I'll have the opportunity to be with them again, too... soon

root beer floats that really worked

best EVER apple pie on a Thursday night... just because Anna wanted to make a treat for the rest of the family (and I'm not kidding when I say best ever!)

preparing to try cucumber salsa with guacamole on the side

this refrain playing in my mind as I get tired: "little by little, inch by inch... by the yard its hard, by the inch what a cinch! Never stare up the stairs just step up the steps. Little by little, inch by inch..."

vitamin c, honey and lemon or lime juice... garlic and onions... good for you, natural stuff

getting better, making progress... every single day

ladies' night out - a great meal and some wonderful conversation

obedient teens

hard working teens 

sounds of kids running and playing in the front yard, while I'm cooking dinner

Hebrews 12.2

preparing to play in the mud and sand with 2nd and 3rd graders... again

digging foundations, building walls and finding brochette sticks to be used as timbers

on line courses... almost finished

grad banquet planning finally beginning

super sweet thank you from a weekend visitor

heart shaped pancake with butters for Mother's Day

Ten most recent posts in this series: 

• Time to tarry
• "But, but... THAT MAN?"
• Heading direct instead of heading out of the way... and what that led to!
• When He asks for a drink...
• Jesus encounters just do that!
• The Capernaum Nobleman (I)
• Meeting Jesus Changes Parenting Priorities - The Capernaum Nobleman (II)
• An Amazing Afternoon Hanging out at the Pool
• When Jesus asks me, what is my response?
• "Arise..."

Click here for all of the titles and their corresponding links in the Encountering Jesus series.