Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Some Semblance of Normality




We finally have furniture in our house. Granted it won't be staying in this room once the den is finished and granted there's no TV in this room to view as you sit on the furniture...but hey, I'm very happy!
Also we need some decor and curtains and stuff but for the most part I can tell you, I'm just thrilled after 2 years to have my furniture in my house and have a place to set up the tree that isn't surrounded by tools, multiple paint spots and bare woodwork, all is well and Christmas came early for me as far as I'm concerned. Rick ROCKS!

Monday, November 16, 2009

The Results Are In








I am thankful to God that I have a husband that can do all sorts of things. I'm proud of the work he puts into our home and has put into our other homes. But everyday I do pray that God will convince him that just because he can, doesn't mean we should anymore! :)
Rick put a lot of work into these two rooms this weekend. We sanded, vacuumed, sanded some more, primed, painted and well, there were a whole lot of other steps...but I don't want to bore you.
Way to go, Rick!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Wet Paint

If' it's possible for me to have a woman-crush, I do. I am absolutely falling in love with The Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond. http://thepioneerwoman.com/

I love her blogs, her recipes and her personality most of all. She lives on a ranch, so jealous. She rides, travels, cooks, has children and pets of all sorts and is the funniest thing ever.

When I grow up I want to be Ree Drummond. That's all I can say.


Ethan's endless pursuit of lab ownership is about to drive me crazy yet, I understand. I think I was much this way about hamsters just prior to graduating to horse ownership. My campaign was long and hard if I recall and ended successfully. I suspect Ethan's will too. After all, every little boy needs a puppy.

Never mind the insisting that Santa doesn't carry live animals for fear they will urinate on the presents, fight or fall out of the sleigh. Never mind the explanations that we have 2 perfectly good dogs.

My first mistake was rescuing the lab we found wandering aimlessly in our yard one morning. My second mistake was letting him play with it for the 24 hours we had her. I did my best to explain the golden rule and how we would want someone to take care of our dog had she gotten loose and lost. But nonetheless, this was inevitable.

Caleb on the other hand is full of all kinds of spunk these days. The kind that makes me realize I never knew stubbornness and sass until I met him toe to toe over something. He reminds me of myself a bit but a little to the extreme. Probably because he's male.

I swear I don't know what to do with him and it's keeping me and God pretty tight these days. I don't know if I've got a James Dean on my hands or the next President of the US, but he's got his own thoughts on just about everything. One minute he's the sweetest and most thoughtful three year old you ever met and the next he's instantaneously inspiring grey hairs.


We are getting closer to paint in our front two rooms So close I can smell the paint. So close it's almost time to think about what to hang on the walls once the paint dries. So close I can almost envision the furniture I don't own but wish to own to put in these rooms. That's what happens when you double your square footage...you got room but no stuff. I don't even know if I want more stuff but I do want the room. Especially the closet space if you've read my blog on 'totes'.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Time





I just returned home from a weekend away with girlfriends. I feel blessed beyond measure to have these women in my life. Women I can pour my heart out to, laugh with, and be myself with.


It was nice to get away with no demands on me to do anything other than what I wanted to. I slept, I watched girl movies, I read and read and I even took a run too in total silence. We gabbed and snacked, shopped and discussed life...it was the best of times.


On the ride home, I started to think about my life and where I've been and what I've done. The choices I've made and the people that now surround me and I was overwhelmed with just how good God has been to me. Although Texas will always be where I wish to be, Oklahoma is a good fit for now. I have two sets of wonderful girlfriends up here that I know would do anything for me and I for them. I have a beautiful home (although still in process), a beautiful family with an amazing man, and a wonderful life.


Not everything is perfect. I wouldn't want it that way and not everything is smooth sailing but for the most part this is a very sweet season in my life. I'm looking forward to the holidays this year. This year has been relatively quiet and peaceful and Caleb is starting to really get excited about Christmas. When the light comes on for the little ones, it reminds you what it's all about!


We plan to go to Graham for Thanksgiving and see everyone for the first time in a long time. I cannot wait to soak that up and be with everyone. I miss my cousins and my Aunt and my Mimi. This is a precious time of year to me and I feel that since this year has been quiet and easy for the most part...this holiday season will be especially meaningful for us.


Life is good.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Fahrfegnugen

I'm feeling lost without a trip to look forward to. I know this sounds odd but I have to be going somewhere...somewhere else nearly at all times. This will make sense to those closest to me and certify to those that know me only somewhat that I am insane, completely.

Rick and I have been back at the traveling drawing board. There's lots on the board these days. A simple ski trip (haven't been in a decade which is so wrong), Disney World, India (always in my mind) with the church, Vancouver with the church to work the 2010 Olympics...ENGLAND...or smaller trips. Then there's Cambodia which for some reason I don't feel called to so much anymore...

Personally I want to do all and for very different reasons. But when you have 2 small children and one that is in school, you have to really think this through.

I know it's silly and a great problem to have...but nonetheless, I need to be planning something. Rick keeps leaning towards Skiing this year and possibly England the next...I need England again, I can't explain.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Why I Stopped Serving the Poor

by Claudio Oliver

Those who know me may find the above title curious, to say the least. Being with the poor is part of my history: My grandfather and grandmother were founders of the Salvation Army here in Brazil, and their ministry is a central reference point for my family. Their life was dedicated to the homeless, prostitutes, and in a special way to the orphans, the hurting and the renegades.My teenage passion was consumed by the idea of fighting against poverty, hunger and injustice. Since I got married, 25 years ago, I have been involved in serving in slums, serving poor students, coming alongside needy populations, in peripheral neighborhoods, the beggars, the unemployed and other moneyless people.

I could report facts to support my pretensions over the years such as having helped “the poor” generate income, facilitated the restoration and organization of broken families, made bridges between rich and poor, fed the hungry, and facilitated the opportunity for some friends to discover professions, find their vocation and transform their own future. To “empower” people was once a key point in my practice in order to avoid creating dependency.

After all of this, or even because of all this, today I am called to question my whole life of “service” and to give up on serving the poor.Asking “Why?”Throughout my life I have kept the habit of always asking myself whether what I am doing makes sense, whether my heart is aligned with God’s will, and whether or not I am missing the point. This discipline, is essentially the Three “Whys?” Rule. It forces me to question each given answer with the kind of question that only children ask, and which helps me to generate a permanent transformation vector of self-criticism and of personal adjustments. Thus, in each step I take, for every thing I do, I ask: “why?” Whatever the answer might be, again I ask, “why?”. I feel I am in the right path when what I am doing surpasses the third “why”, and then and only then, will I move on.

For some time now I have reflected on Jesus’ life, on the principle of kenosis (emptying) based on the text of Philippians 2:1-11. I’ve thought about Jesus’ incarnation into our reality and into the numerous contacts and conversations he had with miserable people such as the lepers, and rich people such as the publicans, the synagogue chiefs and princes of his people; how he spent time with middle-class families, with proprietors and with servants and beggars.I have reflected on what Jesus saw and how he acted.

The “Rich” and the “Poor”And all of this started to grow in me and made me think about the text in Matthew 5:3 where Jesus tells the poor to march on with their lives and rejoice for being poor, because theirs was the possibility of having their lives driven and controlled by God. Little by little, over these last few years, along with biblical reflection, I have observed how many extremely sincere friends come and go, getting very excited about serving, but soon afterwards loose their passion for serving as they get busy with their errands and preoccupations. Frequently, I also see how others pay for someone else to fulfill God’s loving service. They engage with the poor vicariously through others during certain periods of time, moved by real sincerity, even if from a distance and without personal involvement.

From another perspective I see how poverty takes over the lives of those who are poor, and how much it reveals their unfulfilled desire to own things, and have access to modern consumption – the destroyer of everything. I see how their situation is built by the seduction of the same things that seduce and destroy the rich: the same individualism, the same selfishness, and the same tendency to feel comfortable and find their identity in being able to own things. I see their same absolute adhesion to a hoped for lifestyle and a way of thinking that imprisons them to the myth of modern needs, to the mythical desire to evolve and come under in complete and un questioned submission to the myth of modern development.Without exception, rich and poor have the same conviction that what they need is something that the market, money, the government or some other agency can offer them. They are all convinced that they will be happy with ownership, with a full stomach (some with bread, others with croissants) and with the constant flow of money that can seemingly do anything and solve everything. And among this massive majority, there are a few well-intentioned people who extend their hand to “include” others into the lifestyle or the platform they achieved.

The stretched-out hand from top down…that’s what we call service.

Giving Up on Serving the Poor
Over the years I’ve discovered that the very position of serving the poor from a commitment to “liberate” them, has been filled with a sense of superiority. A kind of superiority that is translated into giving others what I have, assuming through my actions that what I have or do is what he/she should have or do. This subtle translation is noticed in the subtle arrogance of the so-called politics of “inclusion”, always trying to put the other inside the box where I live, including them in the sameness of my lifestyle.All of this led me to give up on serving the poor. By making this kind of statement I am not taking sides with those who, from their positions of wealth, comfort and well being say, “See? That’s what I have always thought.” I’m sorry to inform these people that in no way do I believe in or embrace their lifestyle. A lifestyle that by design, separates them from contact with the poor, the sick, the hungry, the naked, the ugly, the smelly, and the “uncivilized” barbarians.I do not side with those who pay their taxes or contribute to charity saying in that way they are fulfilling their role. To these people I keep on retransmitting the message of Jesus that confronts their blind, insensitive and arrogant lifestyles, a message that calls madness what the worlds calls security. Seeing Ourselves in the Poorest of the PoorI have given up on serving the poor for another reason.Since 1993, when I regularly went to the streets with a bunch of kids to reach out to the homeless, I developed a spiritual discipline. On the cold nights when we would go out to the streets of my city, I made a point to the kids that we were not going out to meet the “homeless” or the “needy”. I would tell the kids that in all honesty, I never really ever felt excited about serving bread to a homeless beggar, or making him or her a bed, or clothing their nakedness. The spiritual discipline we instated was to constantly use the motto “we go to meet Jesus in the poorest of the poor”. Serving, feeding and clothing Jesus was our motivation. Now, that excited me.We discovered each time we went out, that in each of these encounters with a camouflaged Jesus, the so-called “Miserable” would be transformed into Masters - into those who denounced our personal misery, and who were transformed into unveiling agents of our manipulative mechanisms.

We suddenly saw ourselves mirrored in the very “poor” we were serving. We recognized that we were constantly using the same excuses and lies to get what we wanted - perhaps more successfully, and surely with more social acceptance and security mechanisms. But throughout this process we came to discover that we were “the poor”.

Those of us who experienced that spiritual perspective were freed of ourselves. We grew, and we changed. Confronted by Jesus and taught by him through the contact with his poverty and misery, many of us discovered what the Gospel (good news) really meant. During those days, many of us were transformed by Jesus’ touch and by the good news that he transmitted as we discovered ourselves as “the poor”.

An Alternative to “Serving” the Poor
However, this somewhat mystical sense of awareness was not always a constant burning flame. I would so often return to that worldly perspective to serving the poor, letting myself believe that I was the healthy, privileged helper, many times forgetting my own misery. As I have already mentioned, the alternative is not to stay away from the poor, judging their conditions, circumstances and attitudes from a top of my comfortable superior social position. Nor is it helping the poor, by raising their own awareness of their situation or “including” them in an unquestioning submission to the development politics of the last 60 years. The alternative I present here is different, discovered through encounter, recognition and identification.I’ve given up on helping the poor, given up on serving and saving them. I have rediscovered a hard truth: Jesus doesn’t have any good news for those who serve the poor. Jesus didn’t come to bring good news of the Kingdom to those who serve the poor; he brought Good News to the poor. He has nothing to say to other saviors who compete with him for the position of Messiah, or Redeemer.

God Shows Up in Our Need to Be Healed
Jesus’ agenda only brings a message for those who recognize themselves as poor, naked, hurt, tired, overburdened, needy and hopeless. As for the rest, his agenda has little or nothing to offer.

The only way to remain with the poor is if we discover that we are the miserable ones. We remain with the poor when we recognize ourselves, even if well disguised, in him/her who is right before our eyes. When we can see our own misery and poverty in them, when we realize our own needs and our desperate need to be saved and liberated, then and only then will we meet Jesus and live life according to His agenda.

God is not manifest in our ability to heal, but in our need to be healed. Finding out this weakness of ours leaves us in a position of having nothing to offer, serve, donate, but reveals our need to be loved, healed and restored.Herein lies the meaning that the power within us is not the power of our strengths, abilities and wealth, but rather, in the power that is present in our personal misery, so well hidden and disguised in our possessions and false securities. As Jean Vanier says in a book I recently read. “We are called to discover that God can bring peace, compassion, and love through our wounds.”

How much more sense does Isaiah’s text about the Messiah make now: “by his wounds we are healed”. The remaining messiahs of this world tend to avoid Jesus’ example of emptying himself (kenosis) to the point of becoming one of us, of dying with us and thus opening the door of resurrection for us.The power that Jesus used to heal us, and uses to keep on healing us, does not reside in his access to universal power, but in his identification with us on the cross; in opening himself in wounds, in becoming one of us, in living our life.I have given up on serving the poor. I’m going back to encountering the poor and finding myself in them. Again, I have discovered the misery that hides in the very-well structured lives of my own false security. Seeing things from this perspective helps me understand this Jesus who talks with lepers and wealthy businessmen, with tax collectors in their parties and with the sick and miserable on the streets. In his identification with each and everyone, Jesus saw what perhaps no one else did: the extreme misery and poverty of the human condition, apart from any status or social gown.Serving from the Bottom-UpI came to re-encounter my poverty, to see myself in each situation of misery, and to get in touch with my inner pain. From there, I pray for healing, freedom, community and love. I ask for mercy and restoration.Whoever serves out of the sense of having something to offer, serves from the top down. Jesus calls us to become incarnate and to see ourselves in the other and to place ourselves under him or her as powerless dependents. He calls us to give up in trusting our own capacity to impart goodness and to change our direction in order to encounter and recognize our own wounds, weakness and pain. From there, we discover the power that lies in being less and not more.I have given up serving on the poor. I have rediscovered my poverty. And with it I can cry out again: “Son of David, have mercy on me.”

About Claudio Oliver: Claudio is a pastor of Igreja do Caminho church in Curitiba, Brazil. He is also a Red del Camino Network connector, both in the Brazilian Network and the regional Latin American Network movement.

Friday, October 2, 2009