Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Most Important Thing

As I shared before, I've been reading the Anne of Green Gables series, and I am now in the eighth and last book, Rilla of Ingleside. They are talking about WWI and one character suggests that God views us as we view ants. Here is the reply:

"You forget," said Mr. Meredith, with a flash of his dark eyes, "than an infinite Power must be infinitely little as well as infinitely great. We are neither, therefore there are things too little as well as too great for us to apprehend. To the infinitely little the ant is of as much importance as a mastodon..."

It reminded me of Louis Giglio's "How Great is Our God" parts of which can be found on YouTube, but it is really worth finding the DVD to watch the whole thing. God is in the big things like stars and galaxies. He is in the small things like DNA and molecules and atoms and proteins. We don't understand either the big or the small completely, because our power in finite, but His power is infinite!

This is incredibly important to understand! A.W. Tozer said:

What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us. The history of mankind will probably show that no people has ever risen above its religion, and man’s spiritual history will positively demonstrate that no religion has ever been greater than its idea of God. Worship is pure or base as the worshiper entertains high or low thoughts of God.

For this reason the gravest question before the Church is always God Himself, and the most portentous fact about any man is not what he at a given time may say or do, but what he in his deep heart conceives God to be like. We tend by a secret law of the soul to move toward our mental image of God. This is true not only of the individual Christian, but of the company of Christians that composes the Church. Always the most revealing thing about the Church is her idea of God.

That is just my favorite quote! I hope this inspires you to spend some time thinking about what you think of God and how GREAT He is!

Love,
Jordon

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

War and Society

As you may know, I have been reading the Anne of Green Gables Novels. I am now reading the last one, Rilla of Ingleside (first published in 1921). The novel is set during the time period of World War I. It has struck me how differently society reacted to war and how differently art (novels and movies) depicted war back then.

In the novel (which in this case I pretty sure accurately represents this time in history) as soon as the young men start signing up for war, the women organize red cross groups and the older men organize a patriotism group. The women make an effort not to cry so as not to send the young men off with a sad memory, but instead a happy one. The young men who can't go are upset. The whole of society wants to and does get involved.

Now, some of us wives not only cry, but are needy (some more than others) and we complain to our soldiers who are deployed about our hardships instead of bearing them bravely. Wives today probably try to being uplifting to our soldiers and brave like the women were back then. I am sure there was some complaining and neediness back then, just like there is bearing hardships bravely now. But, I would still argue that the overall attitude has changed. I am so guilty of complaining to Ryan sometimes, but I know that there are other wives who are consistently complaining to their husbands who are deployed.

We don't worry about doing anything to help our country in the war like make bandages or ration our food...it's the government's job to provide services.

The big change is that war for the most part is now government's problem, the soldiers' problem, and not our problem. Most of our society does not get involved in a war. Most of our society ignores the war. I know...before I married a solider I ignored it too.

But maybe the change isn't as drastic as it seems at first. There are still groups which support soldiers and their families. They send packages to soldiers. The Red Cross is involved in helping families get their soldiers home in an emergency. There are still young men who feel upset when they can't go to help their country (they are just very rare and brave).

I don't know...I don't have this all thought out. I am sure people have written books about the subject, these are only my few thoughts.

One thing that I see that maybe people don't always think of is the way books and movies depict war now vs. then. I already talked about some of how Rilla of Ingleside shows what war is like for those left at home. Its a realistic not over dramatized depiction. Another example of a depiction of war made in a different time is a movie made in 1946 called The Best Years of Our Lives, which is about three men coming home from war and the challenges they face including, not knowing their families well, having to deal with a family's reaction to disability, going back to work, a wife disillusioned about the glamor of being a soldiers wife (we don't need disillusioned now--another way society has changed), etc.

Think of the movies made recently. The movies made recently have turned war into a soap opera! In Dear John, the main female character marries someone else while her love is deployed. In Brothers (which I WILL NOT see), the wife of a deployed soldier has an affair with his brother. In Pearl Harbor, the main female character thinks her fiance is dead, has a one night stand with his best friend, and gets pregnant. It seems to me that these are examples of disrespect to the families who face the realities and hardships of war and deployments.

I guess I should be clear. I am not talking about books and movies made about the battlefield as much as books and movies made about the relationships of the soldiers with the people at home.

Those are my not as well thought out as I would like thoughts for today :)

Jordon

P.S. Thank you for all the responses on the "Moms" post. I appreciate your contributions to the discussion, and I was very blessed by your encouragement.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Moms

Okay, so (those two words always mean there is a vent coming!) tonight there is a picture of a newspaper article all over my Facebook news feed. I've read it two or three times, and I agree with it. Basically, it says that stay at home moms have no time because they are responsible for the constant care of the physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, and social needs of kids. True. They are! The article was in response to a reader's question about why moms never have time. The responder makes the point that the reader must have never been in the same room with her friends and their kids. True.

The article brought up all my feelings about the subject, and I am going to vent. I am a sister, friend, and cousin of moms and stay at home moms. I have been in the same room with them and their kids. I have spent days and nights with them and their kids and sometimes with just their kids. I know, understand, and respect what stay at home moms do. I can't wait to be one!

Here's the thing. I feel like I've been thoroughly kicked out of the Mom Club. I am unworthy to say anything about kids in front of moms. I get this blank look when I say anything. Shut down. Shut out.

Or, there are times when I share my own stories and struggles. I see the same fifteen kids multiple times a day. Their lockers are in my room. I've gotten waste baskets for them to throw up. I've had kids come to me with pale faces and blood pouring out of their hand. I've cooked for them. I've cleaned up after them. Of course, I have taught them, but not just English and History. We talk about manners, social skills, life, and God. The students evidently think of me as a mother figure because they accidentally call me mom all the time! One sweet trouble-maker still calls me mom on purpose. I think their parents respect the work I do with them, but there are times when I don't think other people get it. There are times when I talk about my students that I hear, "Wait until you are a mom." I want to smirk and say back, "Wait until you are a teacher at a small Christian school!"

And love! I am told I just can't understand how much I will love my own child. Although I haven't had the privilege of experiencing it, I can understand. I understand how much I love my students when I take care of them for only hours a day five days a week. I can imagine how much more love I will have for my own baby. I have already made wise decisions and difficult sacrifices for my future children. I have already loved them. I look forward to them so much that I am sure I can understand.

So, how am I supposed to respond to this article? I want to share it, but do I have the right? Or will some mom look at and think..."She's not even a mom. She doesn't even know." (I am sure I am imagining people as worse than they really are. I have a fear of people thinking bad about me. It's on my list of issues on which God is working.) I know I should humbly share it and say that I respect stay at home moms and look forward to being one.

I want to say this to end my rant...that I have the right to talk about kids. That I don't deserve to be told I don't understand or to "wait until I'm a mom". That what I say is not so stupid it doesn't deserve a response. I haven't lived with a baby for 24 hours a day for years. But, if moms don't shut me out of the Mom Club, I do like to talk with them and learn from them.

Jordon

P.S. Thanks to my friend Kelly who has included me in the Mom Club more than anyone else. It is a huge blessing to me!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

I Wish Ryan Were Here ... and God is Enough

Bonus! You get two blog posts for the price of one :)

Okay, Part 1, so Monday...July 4th...
I wished Ryan was home because I didn't want to mow the lawn.

I wished Ryan was home because if he had mowed the lawn, he wouldn't have hit the gas pipe that goes from the tank to the house like I did.

I wished Ryan was home because he would know what to turn to turn the gas off and stop the leak. (I was very thankful for a guy who lives in town who came and shut it off for me! I was also very thankful for my neighbor, Mike, who came over and fixed it right away.)

I wished Ryan was home to figure out how to relight the pilot light on the water heater. (I did do it myself, and it does feel good to know how to do those things.)

I wished Ryan was home to go with me when I went to hang out with people. I often feel like an outsider or a third wheel. (I am very thankful for the Liston family who did not make me feel like an outsider.)

This one's really, really brutally honest! I wished Ryan would have been home when I found out my sister had her baby...because if Ryan were home I probably wouldn't be babyless and wonderful news like that wouldn't be bittersweet.

I wished Ryan was home to take care of me when I had my first migraine. He would have been wonderful!

I am not trying to be grumpy or bitter...just want to offer you a chance to see what some days can be like for all military wives, not just me! And, again, I want to say that I am THANKFUL for the people in my life who make it easier.

Okay, Part 2 happened before Part 1 :)

I've been reading--slowly so I have days to think about each concept--Lies Women Believe and the Truth that Sets Them Free by Nancy Leigh DeMoss. One of the first lies is "God is not really enough." I realized that I have been filling my and covering my hurts with movies and food and facebook, so I took Sunday off from all those (I ate only meals not snacks.) It was SO GOOD. God is enough. God and I had some great talks. I really felt refreshed and restored. God knew I would need that refreshing because He knew what was in store for me the next day! haha Anyway, it is something I want to do more often--maybe every Sunday--to help me really think about God and how He is enough and so much more than movies, snacks, or facebook could ever be.

Jordon