Sunday, May 9, 2010

A (Mother's) Day of Rest



Behold the handmaid of the Lord
Be it done unto me according to Your Word.
I seek only to do Your Will Lord :
That I avoid all sin and selfishness,



That I love ,
That I fulfill my duties well,


That I be attentive to Your Voice.


Open my heart to Your Will for me today
And I pray the same for my family and friends.
Grant me the Grace of a willing heart and a docile spirit.
Help me to do all for love of You.
Flood my poor heart with Your Love so that I may love all the people in my life today
As You would have me love them.
Amen.

Happy Mother's Day!  Go make the mothers in your life glad, and if you happen to be a mother, put your feet up and let your heart overflow with praise.

Cheers,

Breanna

Friday, May 7, 2010

Flash! Recently Discovered Fact That Everyone Knows Shocks Scientists!

According to a new study, about 25% of women are not actively trying to become pregnant or actively trying to avoid pregnancy, but rather are "ok either way".  Scientists and doctors describe this finding as "shocking" and "challenging", because they had assumed that women who are not actively seeking pregnancy were, therefore, avoiding it.

Because, I guess, scientists and doctors never find themselves in a group of women with babies on their knees, talking.  Otherwise they would have heard the phrase "if it happens, we're ok with it, but we're not really trying right now--not until Junior is weaned".

What's shocking about this study is actually the deep disconnect between the academic and the childrearing culture that it reveals.

This just brings back flashbacks for me of that study they did in the 90s that proved (*gasp!*) that boys and girls are actually different at birth.

Can you believe it!

Cheers,

Breanna

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The plant babies are coming along nicely.  This is a planter of kitchen herbs I'll be keeping inside, because three years of experimenting has proven for me that rosemary isn't supposed to grow outside unless you live in California or Italy.

Hail Mary

(We're studying the Magnificat and what Gabriel said to Mary and how we should always obey God--this is Miss Boo's interpretation--Mary has brown hair, so the dove does, too.  We talked about the symbolism but I think she was just worried that the dove needed hair most of the time.)

full of grace

(Isn't God's grace amazing?  I just realized how blessed I am today to have kids that clamor to "read" their Bibles, and a husband that prays.)

the Lord is with thee.

(Specifically, He has been healing my little 'uns this week from a frighteningly high fever/cough/ear infection.  And graciously granting the Husband and I a spiritual renewal after the mess on Sunday, almost to the level of creating a spiritual high.  It's not frequent in my life that I get those--spiritual highs, I mean--so I appreciate it.)


(A snot-nosed boy, but feeling better than he has all week.)

(We've been watching too much TV, but again, we're better than we have been all week.)

Sigh.  I wish I was a perfect mother and didn't let my children watch more than ten minutes of TV a week, even when they're sick, and got all my housework done on time every day, and kept the drawers organized.  But the fact is that if I was that mother, I would also be stark, raving crazy.

Here's to recovery!

Breanna

The Lap

Miss Boo: No!  I don't want to sit there!
Me (giving up on trying to get her to sit beside me): Where do you want to sit?
Miss Boo: I need to sit on The Lap! (squirms over onto my knees)

*a few hours later*

Miss Boo: Here Mama.  You eat it.  (shoves spoonful of her lunch toward me)
Me: Oh, no thank you.
(spoonful tips and rolls off spoon)
Miss Boo: Oh! No! It fell into The Lap!


So there you have it.  Motherhood really does erase your personhood; now I am just "The Lap."

Cheers,

Breanna

(P.S. For New Readers: If you couldn't tell I was being sarcastic about the "erase your personhood" bit, well, I don't really think motherhood is oppression, ok?  Ok.)

Monday, May 3, 2010

Not A Monk, But...

...check out this passage from The Rule of St. Benedict, founder of the Benedictine order:


Above all things let her have humility;

and if she has nothing else to give
let her give a good word in answer
for it is written,
"A good word is above the best gift" (Eccles. 18:17).
Let her have under her care
all that the Abbot has assigned to her,

but not presume to deal with what he has forbidden her.
Let her give the children their appointed allowance of food
without any arrogance or delay,
that they may not be scandalized,
mindful of the Word of God as to what he deserves
"who shall scandalize one of the little ones" (Matt 18:6).
If the community is a large one,
let helpers be given her,
that by their assistance
she may fulfill with a quiet mind the office committed to her.
The proper times should be observed
in giving the things that have to be given
and asking for the things that have to be asked for,
that no one may be troubled or vexed in the house of God.


Okay, so I switched the "hims" to "hers" and "brethren" to "children" - but you get the idea; this applies just as well to raising children as to supervising monks.  Especially if you replace "Abbot" with "Lord".

It's a nice reflection for a day like today, when, according to a sniffly Miss Boo, she is "not sick at all Mama":

The proper times should be observed in giving the things that have to be given (like baby Tyelenol) and asking for the things that have to be asked for (like patience with the fact that I'm not getting the laundry done) that no one may be troubled or vexed in the house of God (who else's house did you think this was?).

Good stuff.

Breanna

Phew.


One of my writing friends calls what follows a "word vomit".  Read it if you want to, but really I'm writing to get the stuff off my chest.  You'll notice I'm not naming any names, giving any descriptions, or in any way indicating who the people invovled may be, right?  Right.  None of them know I have a blog anyway, but I don't want to be gossiping.

So I'm a little calmer now.  I've had a chance to simmer down, and turn over the whole thing in my mind.

The sermon, in case you are curious, was about the leper that came to Christ and asked to be healed, and the Lord reached out and touched him and made him well.  (Matthew 8, the first part.)  In an odd way everything the sermon said was true, but it was astonishing how someone could take truth and use it in the wrong way.  (Like telling someone who's just been bereaved "all things work together for good".  Undoubtedly true.  Doesn't make you any less an idiot for saying it.) 

The general point of the sermon was that the leper was a "disenfranchised" member of Jewish society, but Christ didn't care, He healed him anyway.  Which is true as far as it goes, except possibly for the disenfranchised part, which smacks a little of putting 21st century concerns on 1st century people.  The application was that we are to minister the way Christ did, to people who have been disenfranchised by society.  Which also seems true on the face of it; nobody wants to be mean to underpriveleged people.

But did Christ actually tell us to minister to the disenfranchised?  My dictionary defines "disenfranchised" as meaning "hasn't got sufferage".  Which would explain why this fancy word is not actually in the Bible--NOBODY had the right to vote at the time--this is Imperial Rome we're talking about.  The answer is no, Christ did not tell us specifically to minister to the disenfranchised.  He told us to minister to the poor, widows, and orphans, and to love one another, and to love our enemies.  The disenfranchised, whomever they may be, may very well fall into one of those categories, and certainly Christianity requires that we do things that might be socially uncomfortable (like, for instance, the book of James telling us that wealth and social position shouldn't dictate rank in the church).  But it's a little silly to call a leper "disenfranchised" because he had to live outside of town and yell "unclean".  And it's a little sillier to equate someone with a physical disease to someone with a dangerous, violent addiction that has a high risk of relapse.

None of this actually applies to the situation I mentioned earlier, as nobody has a legal right to join a church, and as felons by definition give up their right to vote when they commit felonies.  (This is part of the logic of a democracy: if you are dumb enough to break a major law, you are probably not smart enough to elect lawmakers.)  To this we can apply a few simpler Scriptures: for instance, to be as wise as serpents and as harmless as doves (Matt. 10:16).  To avoid causing a brother to stumble (1 Cor. 8:13).  To avoid placing new converts in positions of responsibility (1 Tim. 3:6).  To avoid placing temptations in front of another person (Matt. 18:7).

These Scriptures alone should have given pause.  They apparently did not, and so thanks be to God! the Husband and I have had our eyes opened.  For what would have happened if we hadn't discovered this spirit in the church leadership until the time came when we needed them?

Overall there's a bizzare sense of lightness and relief.  We're almost giddy.

So praise be to God, who protects us.

Breanna

Sunday, May 2, 2010

We're Done!

And I'm too angry to speak rationally or kindly at the moment, but if you were wondering how the thing with our church is turning out?

Ah, the Directed Sermon.  You know that sermon, the one preached directly at you, where the pastor looks at you with every point he makes?  I've experienced it only once before in my life, but I sat still (and held my tongue, thank you Lord) under one this morning.

And I'm done.  We're done.  We won't be going back--we said our piece, warned everyone we feel needs to be warned, and now we are leaving them to their future.

Sigh.

At least it's over.

Breanna