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Thursday, January 19, 2012

If its a crutch, give me two.

Is Christianity Just a Crutch?

In Mere Apologetics, Alister McGrath points out that "one of the most familiar criticisms of Christianity is that it offers consolation to life's losers."(1) Believers are often caricatured as being somewhat weak and naïve—the kind of people who need their faith as a "crutch" just to get them through life. In new atheist literature, this depiction is often contrasted with the image of a hardier intellectual atheist who has no need for such infantile, yet comforting, nonsense. This type of portrayal may resonate with some, but does it really make sense?(2)

Firstly, it is helpful to define what we mean by a "crutch." In a medical setting, the word obviously means an implement used by people for support when they are injured. The analogy implies, therefore, that those who need one are somehow deficient or wounded. In a sense, it is fairly obvious that the most vulnerable might need support, but as the agnostic John Humphrys points out, "Don't we all? Some use booze rather than the Bible."(3) As this suggests, it is not so much a question of whether you have one, but it is more of a question of what your particular crutch is. This is an important point to make, as people rely on all kinds of things for their comfort or self-esteem, ranging from material possessions, money, food, and aesthetics to cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, and sex. Rather than being viewed as signs of weakness, many of these are even considered to be relatively normal in society, provided they don't turn into the more destructive behavior associated with strong addiction. Nevertheless, many of these only offer a short-term release from the struggles of life and they sometimes only cover up deeper problems that a person might be suffering from. To suggest, therefore, that atheists are somehow stronger than believers is to deny the darker side of humanity, which is only too apparent if we look at the world around us. As McGrath explains:

"[I]f you have a broken leg, you need a crutch. If you're ill you need medicine. That's just the way things are. The Christian understanding of human nature is that we are damaged, wounded and disabled by sin. That's just the way things are."(4)

Moreover, Augustine of Hippo compared the church to a hospital, because it is full of wounded and ill people in the process of being healed.(5) As is the case with any illness, this treatment cannot begin, however, until someone has admitted they are sick or need help. There is plenty of evidence to suggest that religious belief does have an advantageous effect on both mental and physical health. Andrew Sims, former President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, writes that a "huge volume of research" confirms this, making it "one of the best-kept secrets in psychiatry and medicine generally."(6) In a culture that often seems to exalt health, well-being, and happiness above other things, this would seem to render religious belief very appealing both to the weak andthe strong in society.

Many believers testify to the transformative effect that becoming a Christian has had on their lives and this can include being delivered from some of the crutches they had previously relied upon. Yet, the idea that coming to faith is somehow either liberating or empowering is, of course, anathema to many people. Christopher Hitchens, for example, speaks of the totalitarian nature of Christianity that keeps its followers in a state of constant subservience.(7) G. K. Chesterton saw it differently, however, as he suggested that the "dignity of man" and the "smallness of man" was held in perfect tension, allowing people to have a strong sense of self-worth without becoming big-headed.(8)

Yet God clearly offers much more than this. In 1 Corinthians 12:9 it says, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." The idea of strength flowing from human powerlessness may seem counter-intuitive in today's risk-averse culture, but as Simon Guillebaud points out, "Paradoxically, our waving the white flag of submission to God's right over our lives is the key that unlocks the gate to many future victories in his name."(9) Nevertheless, as C. S. Lewis observed, people will still choose to cling on to their crutches, even though something much better is being offered to them:

"We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."(10)

It can be helpful, therefore, to reflect on what we really rely upon in our own lives and what impact this has upon us. As the blogger and former atheist, Daniel Rodgers, reminds us, we do not want to miss out on the fullness of life that God offers all of us, whether we think we need it or not:

"The truth of the matter is that Jesus never offered a crutch, only a cross; it wasn't a call to be a better person with high self-esteem or a plan to help us scrape through our existence. It was a call to acknowledge that the forgiveness we all seek is to be found in him by following him onto the cross... It's because Christianity is true that it has something to offer every person in every circumstance, regardless of their background or intellectual capabilities."(11)

Simon Wenham is research coordinator for Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Europe.

http://ls.egen.net/MessageView.aspx?sid=168024349&cid=167774605&textonly=0%20
(1) A. McGrath, Mere Apologetics (Grand Rapids, 2012), 167. 
(2) Article adapted from Simon Wenham's "Is Christianity Just a Crutch?” Pulse, Issue 10 (Spring 2012), 14-16.  
(3) J. Humphrys, In God We Doubt (London, 2007), in J. C. Lennox, Gunning for God (Oxford, 2011), 24.
(4) McGrath, Mere Apologetics, 170.
(5) Idem.
(6) A. Sims, Is Faith Delusion? (London, 2009), in Lennox, Gunning, 77-78.
(7) C. Hitchens, God is Not Great (London, 2007), 232-234.
(8) G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy (Chicago, 2009), 143.
(9) S. Guillebaud, For What It's Worth (Oxford, 1999), 171.
(10) C. S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory and Other Addresses (Grand Rapids, 1949), 1-2.
(11) D. Rodger, "Is Christianity a Psychological Crutch?" (from www.bethinking.org).

Monday, January 16, 2012

Revelation Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7T8sXkjWWfk

Long Black Train




Sunday, January 15, 2012

John 3:16

John 3:16 Breakdown...
December 30, 2010 • By Channel

For God so loved - That's the greatest degree.
The World- That's the greatest company.
That He gave -  That's the greatest act.
His only begotten Son - That's the greatest gift.
That whoever - That's the greatest opportunity.
Believes - That's the greatest simplicity.
In Him - That's the greatest attraction.
Shall not perish - That's the greatest promise.
But - That's the greatest difference.
Have - That's the greatest certainty.
Eternal Life - That's the greatest possession.


Sunday, January 1, 2012

NY DAY SET LIST

Cooking in the kitchen here at Littleton House to start the NY Year... the following are some selections from the soundtrack...gotta admit, this year feels pretty different already - at least the music feels like home:)

rat pack

sting: every breath u take, dont stand
boys are back in town
American band
Fortunate son, have u ever seen the rain
Stand by me,






Thursday, December 29, 2011

King David, my kinda guy


Dear Reader,
This week I have been reading all about King David - far from flawless (a murderous adulterer actually)He was perhaps the greatest King of Israel, once called "a man after [God's] own heart" (1 Sam. 13:14). From the most meek of beginnings and by faith alone he killed the giant, led his nation in battle and ruled Judea. He was the standard by which all Kings of Israel would be measured, even though he was a corrupted man. His faith made him a hero.(2 Sam. 5:1-3; 22:2-51, 1 Kgs. 15:3-5, 11) It is through David's line that the Messiah of the world would be born. (Mark 12:35; Luke 1:32; Rom. 1:3) 


A soldier, politician and musician, David was not a perfect leader or a perfect man, but his years alone with God, humbled and crumbled in the dark, developed the soul of a legendary philosopher-king, and forged a legacy that endures to this day.


Just when I think I am not good enough for God, I remember those on whom His favor has rested - those who the almighty creator has decided to have work for Him, its a surprising bunch.
Do not wait to be worthy, approach the throne boldly, have faith - like David.



The 23rd Psalm
The 23rd Psalm - "The Lord is my Shepherd...
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
-- KJV
WHERE: The valley of the shadow of death
WHO: He prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies
WHAT: I shall not want
WHEN: I will dwell on the house of the Lord forever





Monday, December 26, 2011

A life already lived before


The Highwayman - Stevie Nicks

Alas he was the highwayman
The one that comes and goes
And only the highway-woman
Keeps up with the likes of those
And she in all her magic
With hands as quick as light
Took him to be a challenge
And went into the night


And he in all his glory
Was far ahead of her
But she was never sorry
For wishes that would burn
Enter competition
She chases beneath the moon
Her horse is like a dragonfly
She is just a fool


And she wonders is this real
Or does she just want to be Queen
And he fights the way he feels
Is this the end of the dream


And then he sees her coming
Heartbeats on the wind
Considers slowing down
But then...he could never win
And she...out in the distance
Sees him against the sky
A pale and violent rider
A dream begun in wine


And she wonders is this real
Or does she just want to be Queen
And he fights the way he feels
Is this the end of the dream


A dream as the thunder wakes her
And her highwayman disappears
on a life already lived before
In eyes welled with tears


Today and still today they ride
Will they ever win
He the glory...
She the love...
Still they try again
He the glory...
She the love...
Still they try again
He the glory...
She the love...
And still they...try...again


King Davids story, as sung by KD

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah




My heroes have always been cowboys

My Grandma Mahota, a cowgirl in her own right, encouraged us to have cowboys as our heroes - she would say "there's no truer example of the American spirit than a cowboy".
Brave and bold,
reckless and careless,
wild and free,
rough and ready,
tough to tame and hard to handle -
God bless us all who have that spirit within ourselves...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMko5LelBdA

PS, Mahota also offered the advice that its better to BE a cowboy than to try and love one!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngbcsxFET68
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, 
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just ride away.

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

He sees it all...

Dear Reader,

Sadly what comes around doesn't always go around. Bad things happen to good people, seemingly undeserving folks do real well while the kindest get the short end of the stick. Young children suffer, we lose those we love, life is commonly unfair. In spite of this, many continue to do good for others, unseen - without reward. Fight the good fight everyone, darkness is only the absence of light - not an entity unto itself. Let your little light shine, He sees everything :)


Hebrews 6:10

The Message (MSG)

 9-12I'm sure that won't happen to you, friends. I have better things in mind for you—salvation things! God doesn't miss anything. He knows perfectly well all the love you've shown him by helping needy Christians, and that you keep at it. And now I want each of you to extend that same intensity toward a full-bodied hope, and keep at it till the finish. Don't drag your feet. Be like those who stay the course with committed faith and then get everything promised to them.

Luke 12:6-7; Matthew 10-29-31
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTB0Ej9bV00&feature=fvsr


Thursday, December 15, 2011

This little light of mine....

WHY HANUKKAH? Hanukkah is not mentioned in the Old Testament, only in the NEW! 
It is a celebration of NON-ASSIMILATION about freedom and faith. 
Do you feel like Christmas has been hijacked, are you having trouble finding CHRIST IN CHRISTmas?
WELL, THAT IS BECAUSE HE IS SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HANUKKIAH :)
Light the lights, celebrate the miracle & help prepare the world for the coming of Messiah.
John 10:22 It was now winter, and Jesus was in Jerusalem at the time of Hanukkah, the Festival of Dedication. 23 He was in the Temple, walking through the section known as Solomon’s Colonnade. 24The people surrounded him and asked, “How long are you going to keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.”
 25 Jesus replied, “I have already told you, and you don’t believe me. The proof is the work I do in my Father’s name. 26 But you don’t believe me because you are not my sheep. 27 My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. 28 I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me, 29 for my Father has given them to me, and he is more powerful than anyone else.[a] No one can snatch them from the Father’s hand. 30 The Father and I are one.”
 31 Once again the people picked up stones to kill him. 32 Jesus said, “At my Father’s direction I have done many good works. For which one are you going to stone me?”
 33 They replied, “We’re stoning you not for any good work, but for blasphemy! You, a mere man, claim to be God.”
 34 Jesus replied, “It is written in your own Scriptures[b] that God said to certain leaders of the people, ‘I say, you are gods!’[c] 35 And you know that the Scriptures cannot be altered. So if those people who received God’s message were called ‘gods,’ 36 why do you call it blasphemy when I say, ‘I am the Son of God’? After all, the Father set me apart and sent me into the world. 37 Don’t believe me unless I carry out my Father’s work. 38 But if I do his work, believe in the evidence of the miraculous works I have done, even if you don’t believe me. Then you will know and understand that the Father is in me, and I am in the Father.”
 39 Once again they tried to arrest him, but he got away and left them. 40 He went beyond the Jordan River near the place where John was first baptizing and stayed there awhile. 41 And many followed him. “John didn’t perform miraculous signs,” they remarked to one another, “but everything he said about this man has come true.” 42 And many who were there believed in Jesus.


Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Bar Mitzvah 2010




It's been more than a year since this awesome day, I am so grateful to watch the amazing men & women you are all growing up to be... just wanted to remind you of the blessing that I wish over all your lives :)


 PARENTS BLESSING, Jenn Grace

Today you are encircled by family, friends and community – some of whom have never even met you, and yet were willing to make the effort to be here with us. We are all here to witness and celebrate with you, as you represent our trust in G-d, our hopes, our dreams. You are the promise. We watch you embracing the Torah, the cornerstone of our faith, with joy and comfort, knowing that you will strive to live by the values it teaches. 
Our promise to you today is to be there for you always, in joyful times and to wipe away your tears, to support you, to teach you (even when you don’t want to heed our lessons), & to guide you through life’s challenges and prospects.
Our prayer for you today is for a long life filled with peace, health, happiness and purpose, surrounded by family, friends and community. It is our hope and dream that you will turn the best days and the worst days of your life into a medley of meaning and joy. Cherish life and make each day full of purpose by enriching the lives of others with a smile, a kind word or a good deed. Remember that all G-d really requires from you is your just actions. It really is pretty black and white – it’s about mitzvot, it’s about your deeds.
My Grandma Mahota was a woman full of wisdom, she often mused “wouldn’t the world be so much better if everyone followed the golden rule?”. And so that is the advice I offer to you - when in doubt guys, remember what Yeshua said “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”.
In the words of the great American Poet Bob Dylan, I offer this blessing over all of you;
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young.




This I believe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3i-_VWxOAc&feature=related

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Birth stories for my birthday!


The process of motherhood





Every woman’s road to being a mother is different, none is easy. Mine starts at a young age, when my greatest concern was the love of my boyfriend (bf then, soon to be my husband). The last thing I wanted to do was have children, I saw motherhood as a thankless job, and I really wasn’t interested at working at any job –especially a thankless one. But as fate would have it, in my first year of college when my worldview dictated that humanity was not only depraved & worthless but hopeless to boot - it was no longer just me I had to be consumed with worry about on this doomed planet, but a tiny infant too.  Being the card carrying member of NOW & NARAL that I was at the time, I was well aware of my rights and the fact that I did not have to become a mother, I had a choice….but due to the aforementioned boyfriend whose greatest dream  it WAS to become a father, it was motherhood for me. During a time when I gave God no credit, blessing or praise in my life – He saved my ass countless times, how He saved both my children from the jaws of death at their birth-  happens to be what I’m most thankful about.

Things started off fairly ordinary, as they always seem to; extraordinary is usually something you identify later. My first and second pregnancies had more than one thing in common, they both resulted in the births of boys of whom I can easily say “this is my son-of whom I am most proud”, and during both I suffered (as did they) from a mysterious illness called preeclampsia. Preeclampsia is one of those things that happen to the female body that every doctor has a different theory about. The simplest is that the woman’s body is rejecting the fetus as “foreign”, instead of as with a normal pregnancy where an antibody of some sort gets produced & the body accepts the little alien invader. My body reacted by sending my blood pressure to heights of 220/180 and swelling to 3xs its normal size, retaining enough water so that the pressure on my brain caused vision loss for the last weeks of my second pregnancy and was not restored until Ben (baby #2)was almost 6 months old.

During my first pregnancy (which at the time I wasn’t so excited about) I spent my first and second trimesters studying Philosophy & Children’s literature, getting a little more uncomfortable with each passing day in class, but also more excited and hopeful about my new life as a mother. By my third trimester, I was on bed rest-my left side to be specific, with a restricted diet and increasingly uncomfortable and sick. SICK. Morning sickness lasts –I’ve been told- only for the first 12 weeks….well, my experience was a little different, vomiting & headaches were a regular part of my days – I lived on salt-free saltines for a lot of the time. At 37 weeks my blood pressure, in spite of the yummy diet of tasteless crackers & ultimate excitement of bed rest, started really creeping up and upon the advice of my midwife –I induced at home with Castor Oil.

 Here’s what I learned- NEVER INGEST CASTOR OIL. Yes, it can start labor naturally, however it’s like you are Linda Blair from the Exorcist –not pretty. Upon getting to the hospital, I was given a Pitocin drip (thanks anyway castor oil), hooked up to the monitor and left in the care of my 19 year old boyfriend & mother. Praise God my mother knew how to read the fetal monitor because just a couple hours later, she noticed it was registering no heart rate for the baby. When the nurses & doctors finally understood what was going on, I was given a full spinal block and rushed into the ER, although they intended on an emergency C-Section, there was not enough time. My placenta had torn away, my family was told there had been a placental abruption, I was bleeding internally and my baby had been without the life giving blood/ oxygen for almost 10 minutes –possibly longer. Doctors gave me a fourth degree episiotomy (look up “episiorectoprotomy”, yeah-it’s as awesome as it sounds) & using forceps (although he was not even fully descended into the birth canal) pulled Nicholaus Vincent Grace into this world. Nicks first APGAR score was 1, he was so blue-he was almost black-he just barely had a heart rate and no respiration. His next APGAR was 3. Nick was watched for seizure activity which began within 1 hour of his delivery.

While in recovery, this news was delivered to me by my midwife who was accompanied by a priest (not her usual companion, so a little disarming to say the least).  I was told the baby was being taken to the Neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) at Strong Hospital, I was being released - but needed to sign a waiver to do so as they would have preferred to have kept me due to the loss of blood & risk of infection from the procedure they had used to (as the pediatrician had described it to my Grandmother) “rip the baby out”. Although it didn’t sink in until they had left the room, they were telling me my son would most likely not make it through the night. He did. The first day at Strong, we were told not to expect him to make it through the day… with the little glued on leads all over his head/ EEG they could detect that the seizures were not stopping, regardless of the medications they were pumping him full of, they were doing all they could, but again expected little to no response.  

Within 48 hours the seizure activity stopped, we were told not to hopeful; that he would ever have normal brain activity was a long shot. On the third day, as Nick breathed on his own, a highly respected neonatologist told me Nicholaus recovery was miraculous and could be described in no other terms…at that point he was still expected to have some possible developmental delays and/or learning disabilities – Nick at age 16 is an unstoppable force, bright, strong with no disability –and a heart to do the will of God. The enemy made an attempt on his life when he had no way to protect himself, I am grateful to God that He can do all things –in spite of what the world says is a certainty, God can make a way.

Baby number two soon followed, I had been assured that Preeclampsia rarely strikes twice, all would be well. So, on our wedding night & throughout the honeymoon in Old Forge, we - without apprehension we tried for another baby & were successful. At my 8 week appointment, my blood pressure was taken and I was told to lay on my left side (I began to cry immediately). I was put on bed rest at home, not an easy task considering I had a 10 month old...within in a month I was put in the hospital, my blood pressure continued to creep up, so I was given a cocktail that included Magnesium Sulfate (a wonderful drug, that helps you to keep your baby BUT makes your flesh feel like it’s being eaten by fire ants). NO TV, NO lights, limited visitors- NO STIMULATION, I was also only allowed to sponge bathe– so I was boring and smelly.

 By week 20, my vision (from the mag sulfate & pressure from water retention) was very blurred – blessedly, I couldn’t see the state I was in. When two of my aunts had come to visit, one had not seen me in a few weeks-she took one look at me and ran from the room with an “Oh my God!”…I said to my other aunt, how bad is it? And she responded with her usual candor, “Well, you have no neck and look a lot like a frog –kind of scary…but it’s really the smell that’s most overwhelming.” Great-I thought, boring, smelly & scary.

 At 27 weeks into the pregnancy, they could no longer control my blood pressure; my organs were showing signs of stress, so the decision was made that the baby (who had been given steroid injections to help his lungs develop quickly) would be delivered. Benjamin Charles Grace was born crying, breathing on his own and weighing in at 2 pounds 12 oz. against the odds, as healthy as could be. I spent another week in the hospital, waiting for the swelling in my brain to recede & my vision to return, Benjamin spent almost 90 days in NICU, we didn’t hold him until he was more than a week old, just had to admire him through the glass of his incubator– sleeping & eating, a tiny- but perfect little boy, gaining weight like a champ, making all the ladies love him right from the start.  Ben is now a great big 15 year old with size 12 feet & a ginormous heart, the “son of my right hand” as his name aptly means.

By age 20, I had nearly died (twice), had almost lost two children and recovered from blindness – & In spite of medical professionals assuring me that the survival of myself & my children was nothing short of the miraculous – I still refused to believe, what proof was there that God exists- how is God different than luck? And WHY would He have saved US- who were WE? And BTW, If He was GOD - couldn’t He have prevented me from being sick to begin with? What purpose could all the pain have served, did He enjoy tormenting infants & mothers? That was the God I was supposed to praise & worship? The Jesus road was a narrow path lined with weak minded individuals in my opinion – I was far from interested – there was a far better & cooler answer I was sure.  Over the next 15 years I embarked on a journey that not only answered my questions, but proved to me that there is a reason for the suffering and that there was & is no cooler cat than Jesus Christ. The process of Motherhood introduced me to my savior & for that I am eternally grateful.






Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Just Breathe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo-UKCxCglg

Stay with me
Let’s just breathe.

Practiced are my sins,
Never gonna let me win, aw huh
Under everything, just another human being, aw huh
Yeh, I don’t wanna hurt, there’s so much in this world
To make me bleed.

Stay with me
You’re all I see.

Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn’t now I’m a fool you see
No one knows this more than me
As I come clean

http://backspacerlyricspearljam.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-breathe-lyrics.html


I'm a lucky man to count upon both hands the ones I love.
Some folks have one, some folks have none. <3

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Why Me?


When Bad Things Happen To Good People





"We acquire the strength we have overcome." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
WHY ME? Who hasn’t asked this question?  Life is unfair, we learn this from an early age – cheaters win & don’t get caught, and those who work the hardest don’t always get ahead. Good people contract terrible diseases through no fault of their own. Children die. There must be some answer to the seemingly senseless way that that which we love is torn from us, a reason and a purpose to our despair, hurt and pain. My Grandmother had an uncommon strength and an unparalleled wisdom, she never asked “why me”. She did not ask when she was picking cotton in the Oklahoma heat before the age of 12, she didn’t ask when she had to leave school (her favorite place) to go to work in a greasy diner in Texas at 14. When she was just 17 and lost her own Mother to an unexplained illness and just weeks later divorced an abusive alcoholic husband and  fled with her young son across the country to find safety and start a new life on her own – she did not question the cards she had been dealt. When I asked her why she wasn’t angry about her lot in life, or when I complained about the unfairness & difficulties of my own, she would say, “We don’t live in God’s perfect creation, we live in the one where human beings have free will…bad things happen to good people Jennie Lenny, read the Rabbi’s book”. And so I now recommend it to you---"When bad things happen to good people" (see below).

I miss my Grandmother, last December the Alzheimer’s which she so bravely struggled with for so long finally won and took her from us – talk   about a bad thing happening to a good person. BUT, she would have asked- what are you going to do with the pain? 
Be grateful, be strong – LEARN. When times are hard, when you have made the wrong choice or the right one and still failed, when it seems life could not be more unfair – remember, 
God had to give His own Son to right the wrongs of this creation.
It’s not about what you have done, but what HE DID and what you will do with it.

When Bad Things Happen to Good People
By Harold S. Kushner (1981)--notes by Doug Muder (1997)
·  Introduction, Why I wrote this book. Kushner wrote this book as a reaction to personal tragedy--his son Aaron had premature aging, which he died from. This provoked a crisis of faith for Kushner, who is a rabbi. He wrote this book for people "who have been hurt by life", to help them find a faith that can aid in getting through their troubles, rather than making things worse.
1. Why do the righteous suffer? A summary of all the too-easy answers to the question of human suffering, and why they are inadequate.
2. The story of a man named Job. Kushner presents his theological framework in the form of a re-interpretation of the story of Job. He lets go of the notion that God is all-powerful in favor of the notion that God is good.
The next four chapters flesh out Kushner's basic ideas by looking at three different causes of human suffering. In each case he takes the position that God does not cause the suffering and could not prevent it.
3. Sometimes there is no reason. This chapter covers random, circumstantial suffering, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Kushner attributes the orderliness of the universe to God, but holds that the ordering of the universe is not complete: Some things are just circumstantial, and there is no point in looking for a reason for them.
4. No exceptions for nice people. Some suffering is caused by the workings of natural law. There is no moral judgment involved--natural law is blind, and God does not interfere with it. God does not intervene to save good people from earthquake or disease, and does not send these misfortunes to punish the wicked. Kushner puts great value on the orderliness of the universe's natural law, and would not want God to routinely intervene for moral reasons.
5. God leaves us room to be human. Some suffering is caused by the actions of evil people. Kushner re-interprets the story of Adam and Eve to make the point that the ability to choose between good and evil is what makes us human. For God to interfere with our ability to do evil would make all of us less human.
6. God helps those who stop hurting themselves. Some suffering we cause ourselves by the way we handle our initial suffering. We blame ourselves, or we take out our anger on the people who are trying to help us, or on God.
The second to last chapter answers the question: Given that God isn't all-powerful, what good is He?
7. God can't do everything, but he can do some important things. If God didn't cause our problems and can't fix them, why pray? Two reasons: The prayers of others can make us aware that we are not facing our problems alone. And God can give us the strength of character that we need to handle our misfortunes, if we are willing to accept it.





Wednesday, October 26, 2011

On my 16th wedding anniversary I offer this advice....

Can't believe I'm old enough to have been married 16 years this Friday, October 28th, 2011. I'm am so grateful and feel so blessed that God sent Nathaniel my way (Nathaniel means "gift from God",as Nate reminds me regulurly). But no marriage is perfect and its really a choice everyday, love is actually an action word not a fuzzy warm feeling in your tummy.
Human beings are imperfect creatures & most generally those things which made you "fall in love" with that person are those things which make you want to choke them to death. Therefor I reccomend inviting God into your marriage, with His guidelines in place there is somebody there to protect the two of you from each other - and whether you believe me or not now, there will be days you both need it. Alittle advice...

~SOONER OR LATER YOUR PARTNER WILL FAIL YOU, FORGIVE THEM & FORGET IT.
" and forgive us our sins,
as we have forgiven those who sin against us" MATTHEW 6:12

~WIVES TAKE PITY ON HIM, HE'S ONLY A MAN.
"Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper who is just right for him.”  GENESIS 2:18

~HUSBANDS LOVE YOUR WIFE MORE THAN YOURSELF, CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD. WIVES, LET THEM BE MEN.
2"  For wives, this means submit to your husbands as to the Lord. 23 For a husband is the head of his wife as Christ is the head of the church. He is the Savior of his body, the church. 24 As the church submits to Christ, so you wives should submit to your husbands in everything.
25 For husbands, this means love your wives, just as Christ loved the church. He gave up his life for her ..." EPHESIANS 5:22-25

~RAISE YOUR CHILDREN TO ANSWER TO A HIGHER AUTHORITY THAN YOU, TEACH THEM OF GOD'S PROMISES FOR THEM & PRAY LIKE HELL.
" Children, obey your parents because you belong to the Lord,[a] for this is the right thing to do. 2 “Honor your father and mother.” This is the first commandment with a promise: 3 If you honor your father and mother, “things will go well for you, and you will have a long life on the earth.”[b]
4 Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them. Rather, bring them up with the discipline and instruction that comes from the Lord." EPHESIANS 6:1-4

Sunday, July 10, 2011

New job

Ive been blessed with some pretty great bosses in my lifetime {shout out to Slack Family Singers;) but I have to say, Im'm pretty proud to be a part of what the Nixons are doing here in Menemsha;) Today we spoke with a fisherman who said in most "fishing villages" locally (woods hole, etc) there are no young guys fishing, they just cant make the money--- well they are in Menemsha & partly because of our resteraunts misson to serve only sustainable & locally caught fish;) Its pretty awesome.....check us out! (The Home Port) & read about my new boss-hes an awfully cool guy!

Career

Produced ABC-TV's American Sportsman series, 1970s. Produced first film, Gorillas in the Mist, 1988. Producer and director of films, including: Sea Turtles: Ancient Nomads, 1988; Amazon Diary, 1989; America the Beautiful, 1990; The Last Rivermen, 1992; Endangered Species, 2004. Began hands-on environmental work, taking over leadership of the Earth Conservation Corps, 1992; chairman, Earth Conservation Corps, 2004—.



Awards: Harvard Foundation Award, 2001; Chesapeake Bay Foundation Environmental Educator of the Year, 2001; Saks Fifth Avenue and Washington Life magazine's Men and Women of Substance and Style Awards, 2004.



Sidelights

Aself-taught environmentalist, Bob Nixon spent more than 15 years behind the camera lens producing films and television programs depicting some of the earth's most endangered ecosystems and species. In 1992, he stepped out from behind the camera, taking the reins of the Earth Conservation Corps (ECC), a nonprofit organization that teaches disadvantaged youth job skills by putting them to work cleaning up the environment. Since then, ECC members have attempted to restore the natural balance of the heavily polluted Anacostia River, which runs through the nation's capital. Nixon intended to spend a year on the project, but more than a dozen years later he remains the group's impassioned leader. "I came here because I thought, you know, point out the problem, and the cavalry would arrive and I'd go back to making feature films," he told CBS News correspondent Ed Bradley. "I'm still waiting for the cavalry, you know?"



Nixon was born around 1954. His father, Robert, was an executive with Chrysler and his mother, Agnes, created the famed daytime drama All My Children. Raised in a Philadelphia suburb, Nixon took an early interest in nature. He struggled through school—graduating next to last in his high school class—and believes he is dyslexic. Nixon aspired to be a wildlife photographer and relocated to England to study falconry, which is the ancient art of training raptors to hunt game. Afterward, he trained birds for film and television appearances. Through this work Nixon made connections in the entertainment industry and by 1976 was producing programming for ABC-TV's American Sportsman series.



In 1979, Nixon traveled to Rwanda to produce a documentary about famed zoologist Dian Fossey. Nixon asked the gorilla activist if he could make a movie about her life. Fossey told him yes, so long as he dedicated one year of his life to an environmental project. Fossey was murdered in 1985 and Nixon told her story in the 1988 feature film Gorillas in the Mist. Nixon co-produced the movie, which starred Sigourney Weaver. He also directed 1989's Amazon Diary, which earned an Academy Award nomination for best live-action short film.



Nixon's film career was budding in the early 1990s when he heard about the garbage-choked Anacostia River, which runs through Washington, D.C. Nixon decided that cleaning up the river would be his environmental project in honor of Fossey. Nixon left his sunny Malibu, California, home for Washington, D.C., and secured a $50,000 grant from the Coors Foundation. Next, he persuaded some young adults from an area housing project to help him haul thousands of tires from the foul-smelling water.



When Nixon arrived in 1992, the river's banks were so trash-filled that the water was not even visible from the shoreline in places. There was also a sewage problem. Following heavy rains, raw sewage flooded the river because the drainage channel— carrying both sewage and storm drainage to the wastewater treatment plant—would overflow. Nixon soon discovered that the river was not the only thing endangered. The area's youth faced a grim future, too. In the Anacostia district of Washington, D.C., unemployment runs rampant and nearly 40 percent of the residents live below the poverty line. Lacking opportunity, many youths turn to drug peddling. "Anacostia's always been a haven for the poorest people," Anacostia native David Smith told CBS News. "This is where they dump their trash and dump the people, who I guess the city didn't want to see." The neighborhood is one of the nation's most troubled. Half of Washington's annual 200-plus murders take place there.



Under Nixon's leadership, the ECC program has become so popular that there is a waiting list. About 20 new members are brought aboard each year. Many are high school dropouts with criminal records. The program is simple—the youth agree to spend 1,700 hours working on the murky Anacostia River. In return, they get a nominal bi-weekly stipend and a college scholarship through the federal AmeriCorps program. The ECC program also provides the youth with structure, discipline, and job skills, thus helping to improve their lives as well as that of their community.



One of the ECC's success stories is LaShauntya Moore (sometimes spelled LaShauntaye), who was raised in public housing by a crack-addicted mother. By 20, Moore had two children, was pregnant, and living in a homeless shelter. A relative told her about the program and she joined. By the time Moore turned 25, she was the ECC's program director, was married, had earned her GED and was planning to use her AmeriCorps money for college. "I needed something stable to give me skills to get a good job," she told People. "Bob believed in me when no one else did." While many corps members have gone on to brighter futures, several became victims of the neighborhoods they were trying to escape. Between 1992 and 2005, nine corps members were murdered.



Nixon is the kind of leader who does more than offer direction; he works right alongside the corps members. Washington Business Journal writer Sean Madigan described Nixon as a man with "a compact frame, dusty blond hair, and the rugged features of someone who doesn't spend much time behind a desk." In the years since Nixon took over the ECC, he and the corps members have shoveled tons of garbage, replanted the river's banks with trees, hedges, and wild grasses; removed invasive plants, and built a stone riverwalk trail. The innovative walkway filters contaminates out of the rainwater before it pours into the river. In the mid-1990s, the group reintroduced the bald eagle to the area, building nests and feeding eaglets fish with a rope and pulley system. Pollution had forced the bird out of the area in the 1940s.



The ECC also runs a sister program, called the Salmon Corps, in the Pacific Northwest. This program employs Native American youth to restore salmon habitats along the Columbia River basin. While some onlookers have been surprised at Nixon's accomplishments, like getting former gang members to baby-sit eagle nests, Nixon finds no mystery in the success. "If you give nature half a chance, it's going to come back," he told People 's Richard Jerome. "And if you give a young person half a chance, some great things can happen." Despite his environmental endeavor, Nixon has not completely given up filmmaking. In 2004, the ECC released Endangered Species, a documentary about the corps members and their struggles for success and survival while growing up among the industrial decay and poverty of Anacostia.


Read more: Bob Nixon Biography - life, children, name, story, school, mother, young, son, born, college - Newsmakers Cumulation http://www.notablebiographies.com/newsmakers2/2006-Le-Ra/Nixon-Bob.html#ixzz1Rlc7PnwY