It’s like my own constitutional amendments…
- Contrary to what I wrote a year ago, I will NOT be keeping Snickers in my car 100% of the time to have on hand for panhandlers.
I piloted this program for several
months and after single-handedly eating SIX bags of snack-size Snickers,
gaining FOUR pounds, and only passing out ONE candy bar! I’ve decided I’ve got
to come up with another plan or I won’t die of LAM, but Snickers toxicity. Because poverty and homelessness literally
keep me awake at night, I’ve got to DO something. Ignoring the issue is not an option for me. I’ve decided I’m going to have Degage
vouchers with me at all times to give out to panhandlers. They are coupons from our local inner-city
mission that can be redeemed for a meal, bus fare, haircut, or hats and
gloves. Even BETTER than a
Snickers. Check out your own city
mission and see what they offer – because every city has some (that is, homeless people AND helpful solutions).
- I will watch less volleyball.
I
adore my daughter and want to fully support every endeavor that is important to
her (and all five of my kids). However, the
amount of time that sports are sucking from the life of our generation is
sickening and I don’t want to be a part of that madness anymore.
Our culture has dictated societal
“norms” for sports involvement that simply require more from our family that
we’re willing to give. There is a great
quote by Krishnamurti that made me realize I was succumbing to a dangerous
trend: “It is no measure of health to be
well-adjusted in a profoundly sick society.”
This lifestyle of dinner-in-the-car, homework-on-the-sidelines,
texting-conversations, weekends-at-the-tournament, no-time-for-church, and
washing-the-uniform-at-midnight, CANNOT be the best distribution of time that
God had in mind when He planned for Christians to be His hands and feet! When we attend every stinkin’ thing our
children participate in – in this world that has run amok with children’s
athletics and child-focused activities – we
are actually giving our children TOO much attention and thus making them our
false god. Our children need our love and support, not our worship. Maybe if we took our children off the throne,
we’d have more time for all the things Jesus told us to be about: the poor, the oppressed, the hungry, the
hurting, the marginalized, each other.
If
I really do only have 9 years left to live, I want to have time for friends
with cancer, widowed neighbors, young moms with screaming toddlers, teens from
the inner-city, the stranger in the backed-up check-out line who looks like
he’s ready to cry, AND my kids! I love
my kids profoundly – and by saying I want to give them a little less side-line
attention does not mean I love them any less. I just want to try to make the remaining
distribution of my limited time a reflection of a heart that breaks for the
things that breaks God’s heart. My WHOLE world is not my children.
- Maybe if I watch less volleyball, I’ll have more time for the things that I didn’t get around to (but really MEANT to!) from last year’s bucket list: ICE CREAM dinners at the trailer park and time with nursing home residents who don’t get any visitors. Or maybe I’ll combine the two and load up my car with kids from the trailer park and together bring 20 gallons of ice cream to the nursing home! To me, that sounds like a taste of heaven.
- And this whole Ferguson mess taught me something: I need to make some black friends.
One of
the richest experiences of our lives has been living in Morocco and making
true, deep, lasting friendships with Muslims.
When Islam has a name, a face, an address, a friendship, it changes your perspective on all things “Islamic”. I love these people in Morocco. And they love me. And so I’m extremely cautious before deriving
any kind of conclusion about what is really
happening is the Muslim world.
During
the Ferguson debacle, I realized I don’t understand racism in America hardly at
all. While in America, I have largely
lived in an all-white, middle-class, Christian bubble. I didn’t mean to do that
– it just kind of happened. I certainly
don’t know enough black people deeply enough to say I can understand their life or our differences. That fact made me so sad. I tried to keep my mouth shut through all of
the debates going on over that mess in Ferguson. Maybe I’ll weigh in when I have a bunch of
black friends and feel I understand
their hearts better. I’m not talking
about exploiting some fake friendships.
I really do want some black
friends - and I just want to acknowledge that right now I’m ignorant. And ignorant people should keep quiet
- This past year has taught me I need to spend LESS time with my mother-in-law…
This is one of the hardest for me because I was wrongly believing that I
was the only one who could help her
and meet her needs. But what I’ve been
failing to do was accept dementia.
Dark. Unfair. Cruel.
Relentless. And I can’t fix it or make it go away and going to visit her
every day was only leaving both of us exhausted. I have to let it go and accept that we are losing
her slowly to this ugly disease. I can
give her only what I can give her – no more, but never any less either. This has helped me in other areas of my life,
too. I’ve learned I’m a fixer and I hate
it when I can’t solve problems or make them go away. But accepting that OUR SAVIOR came,
specifically, to carry all our burdens, means that all we have to do is show
up. We don’t have to fix them or carry
them or worry about them, we just need to be fully present in the midst of
them. He really DID come to set us FREE!
- A year later, and I’m STILL not gonna watch any Reality TV (Sorry all you DWTS fans – but I just don’t get it) Apparently, however, we as a family are going to occasionally curl up in blankets and absorb five seasons of Parenthood and try to solve issues like autism, teen sex, affairs and cancer with the family Braverman.
- And on the no dusting and vacuuming vow I made last year… WELLLLLLLL, the truth is really two-fold. One, I’ve learned that a house full of dust and pollen and dog hair is REALLY bad for my failing lungs and I really do want to make those two suckers last as long as possible. And two, when I can write words in the dust on my coffee table, it distracts me so much I can’t even think. So, truth be known, I’ve started dusting again. But not washing windows. And don’t even ASK me what my closets and drawers and laundry room look like. Housework? Paring it down to the necessities – and it feels so right.
- In fact, THAT’S IT! – That’s what you do when you feel you’ve been given your expiration date…. You pare it all down to the necessities – discovering what it is that you truly need and what truly makes you feel most alive!!! Thank-you, Jesus, for coming to earth a baby, living to know all pain and suffering, dying to conquer death, and being ALL that I would truly ever need.
“For lo, I bring you good news of great joy that
shall be for all people. For unto you is
born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.” Luke 2: 10, 11
