Saturday, February 27, 2010

Signs of Spring


See? I knew I'd be seeing crocus blooms soon! The yellow ones always come first. When they start to fade, there will be purple peeking out of the mulch and leaves. And finally white. Sometimes they all stick around together and make the little rings around the trees that much more colorful. That much more wonderful.

I was also going to upload pictures of the girls playing outside during the warm weather we had recently. But I won't. For two reasons:
  1. I already ate seven thin mints waiting for this one picture to upload. If I upload more, I'll either have to open a new sleeve or sit here without stuffing my face, neither of which sounds ideal.
  2. It is freeze-your-heiney-off-cold here again. The sunshine & light jackets we enjoyed in the photos have shifted back to wind and heavy coats, and it makes me a little sad. And that makes me want to eat more thin mints. And that, well, see #1.
I completely failed Blogging 101 this week. Not a single post for 8 days. I'll try to do better this week. But I make no promises!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Wonderings...

Here are a few things I pondered today:
  1. Wait, I thought the kids were fine yesterday? What do you mean we're ALL sick now?
  2. Why can't I have outside dogs?
  3. Do all sick toddlers try to maintain a diet solely based on sugar, or is it just mine?
  4. How did I get so fortunate with Big Sister? She is the sweetest, lowest-maintenance sick kid I've ever seen.
  5. Why do our new neighbors have to be those people- the ones who just moved in on Sunday but already set up their targets for shooting practice in the backyard?
  6. Is it illegal to shoot a gun in your backyard? Or is this what I get for living where I do?
  7. Is that even a real gun? Or am I freaking out about some kid & his Red Rider BB gun? (Hey, he might shoot his eye out. Or one of my kids' or dogs' eyes. Can you tell I'm not really a gun person?!)
  8. How can a child who woke up at 5 only sleep for 45 minutes?! And is it really worth it when the time it takes to soothe a child to sleep is longer than her afternoon nap?
  9. Can I seriously be considering giving up eating out for lent.
  10. Will we starve before April?
  11. Did any of our friends have King Cake yesterday?
  12. How long has it been since I've had King Cake?
  13. Dang it, why did I start thinking about King Cake?
  14. When was the last time I had a shower? (You don't want to know the answer to this one)
  15. What is the deal with that Wiggle's song about "hugging up a big monkey man?"
  16. How many times have I been "blessed" today? Literally- I've sneezed countless times and heard two precious "bless you"s nearly every time.
  17. Why the poop are we all sneezing so much?
  18. Where are all of these %@#^*%&^% ants coming from?!
  19. Is it only 5:30? Is 5:30 too early to put everyone in bed?
  20. Is there anything else I can do to help my sweet sick girls to feel better?
  21. How many of those pretend pieces of food did Little Sister put in her mouth?
  22. Do I need to wipe them down with disinfectant?
  23. And why will she eat more of them than anything else I've offered today?
  24. What else was I thinking about today?
  25. How in the world did we all survive today- and even more importantly, how did we do it without (much) fussing or fighting or drama?
With the three of us under the weather, I didn't have a lot of time for deep thoughts. But that's okay, because Jack Handey guy manages enough for all of us.

What about you? What have you wondered? Any deep thoughts? Can you help a momma out until she regains her mind?


PS- After a shower & dinner, I can now add these thoughts:

26. How can a shower make such a HUGE difference? AND...
27. Where did I get such a great guy, to make me pancakes, eggs & bacon after he got home from church? Oh yeah, AND...
28. Why does bacon smell up the whole house?!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Bedtime Jukebox

Our girls sleep with a CD playing on repeat throughout the night. It seems to help them stay asleep and settle back in if they wake up in the night. Of course, it is probably creating terrible habits. A few weeks ago, when we lost power, none of us could sleep without the background noise. And heaven forbid we forget it when we travel!

But the CD player isn't the jukebox to which I am referring in the title of this post.

I am.

For a few months now, Little Sister has been making requests while I rock her and sing.

At first, she would just start singing a new song, right over whatever I was singing. Sometimes one song would remind her of another, and she just couldn't wait until the first song ended to move on to the next. What used to be a soothing bedtime routine started to sound something like this:

Me: (singing) Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bi-

LS: Oh how Jesus

Me:
(singing) Oh how I love Jesus,
Oh how I love Jesus
Oh how I love Je-

LS: Jesus Childgen World

Me:
(singing) Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the worl-

LS: Oh how Jesus



You get the idea. Depending on the night, Big Sister might be giggling in her bed, or growling with frustration.

As Little Sis has gotten more verbal, the routine has become even sillier. She does understand more, so sometimes I'll tell her I-want-to-finish-the-song-we-just-started-and-then-I'll-sing-the-next-one-will-you-give-me-a-break-please!? But mostly, she does even more talking when we're supposed to be singing. Here's what went down tonight:

Me: Are you ready to rock & sing?

LS: (singing) Dot Ho World...

Me: (singing) He's got the whole world, in His hands-

LS: No. I don' wandat. (singing) Doodnigh' [Little Sis]

Me: (after singing eleventy billion verses of the goodnight song, in which she told me exactly which names to sing) Okay, I want to sing something different. (singing) Jesus loves me, this I kn-

LS: (singing) Oh how I love!

Me: I'll sing that after I finish this song. (continues singing) For the Bible tells me so.

LS: no no. I don' wandat. I wan "Oh how I love."

Me: (singing) Little ones to him belong.

LS: (singing over me) Oh how I love.

Me: (still singing) They are weak but he is strong.
yes, Jesus-

LS: I wan "Oh how i love."

Me: (singing) Oh how I love Jesus...



And how I love my sweet, stubborn Little Sister and our snuggly times before bed. Even if I do feel like a jukebox.


sicko

I was working on this big post about snow & Climate Change. I'll share it soon. Right now I don't have the energy to finish it, or to enter into debate about it.

I am sick. Cough & congestion, fever & body aches, too dizzy to stand up much sick. Little Sister seemed to have it- she was pitiful and wanted to be held almost all day. But she never had a fever.

Today she is acting like her usual playful self. (Actually, while I type this, she is working on a dirty diaper. But she keeps walking over to Big Sis, lifting up the back of her shirt and asking, "[BigSis], you poopin'?" This is making Big Sister very angry and indignant. It is also making me laugh uncontrollably. Which in turn makes me cough. And hurt. And want to cry.

I don't know why this winter has been so rough on us as far as sickness goes. Maybe it's Mom's Morning Out and being around little kids for just a few hours, twice a week. Enough time to be exposed but not to build up immunity. Whatever it is, it stinks.

I'm going to try to help get my kids ready for school, and then I'm heading back to bed.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Song for Sunday: A King's Tribute

Tonight we had a Valentine's Banquet at our church. This is primarily a function for the older adults, although there was a decent representation in the younger crowd as well. The entertainment for the night was an Elvis tribute artist. It was not exactly my cup of tea, although I'll admit to singing along with a few songs. Here is one of them- perfect for Valentine's Day, dedicated to my hunka-hunka-burning love*.


Love Me Tender
credited to Elvis Presley and Vera Matson

Love me tender,
love me sweet,
never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
and I love you so.

Love me tender,
love me true,
all my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin' I love you,
and I always will.

Love me tender,
love me long,
take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong,
and we'll never part.

Love me tender,
love me dear,
tell me you are mine.
I'll be yours through all the years,
till the end of time.


Saturday, February 13, 2010

Good deal

Tomorrow is the last day to order $25 gift certificates on restaurant.com for $2. Just enter promo code HEART when you're ready to check out.

I spent $10 and now have $75 worth of dates for Hubby & I, and good deals on new places for my mom & dad to try.

Happy bargain shopping!

Friday, February 12, 2010

Feeling Crafty

The rain stopped!

Well actually, it stopped and then returned in a much more welcome form. It's snowing!

The only stinky thing about the snow is that we were supposed to be volunteering for Give a Day, Get a Day at Disney. The place where we were going to help is about 45 minutes away and we've acquired a healthy respect for small snow amounts in the South, so we'll stay put.

Our trip is coming up soon (remember this post? I had planned on playing a guessing game a little longer, but I'm not so good at secrets, or at finding Disney hint photo ops that aren't obvious...) , so we're running out of options to earn our free day. I'm waiting to hear back from our local chapter of the Linus Project about making blankets for our service. It would be perfect, because I feel like tackling some projects.

See the cute Valentine's Day Lollipops we made for Big Sister's classmates?



The idea came from here. She has SO many cute things, and most of them are pretty simple. Except that the first few Candy Canes got a little too melty...



But that's ok. It gives me something to submit to the new blog I found. It's pretty funny, and it also makes me feel like I'm not alone when I make a mess of simple projects.

I also have a few new crafty blogs I'm following. Check them out:
Mod Podge Rocks
Mustard Seed Creations
MaryJanes and Galoshes
That last one has a super fun giveaway going on right now, so head over & enter!

I'm not the only one with the creative juices flowing around here. Just check out these Valentines Big Sister has been working on:



I know I'm a little biased, but I think she is quite an artist.



She says she wants to be one when she grows up. And a Kindergarten teacher, and a Vet, a Radio Station Person, a "Pet Store Lady" and a Mom. I think I know where we'll be sticking that tax refund this year. (YES! It's true! WE GET A REFUND!!!)

So, friends, things are looking up today. The rain gave way to snow. We've actually accomplished some fun (and cute) things around here. We're getting a little tax money back into our pockets for the first time in years. And I'm starting (slowly) to feel like my own personal fog is lifting after it settled in a looong time ago.

More on that one is coming soon.

Time to join Big Sis in her snow dance.


Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Odds & ends

I don't have much to say today, except:
  1. I am so tired of rain. I know I'll regret saying that when we have yet another drought this summer, but COME ON! If the temp was just a few degrees lower it would all be snow. And I know some of you (SJ) are getting tired of the snow, but it would at least be a heck of a lot prettier. Just about anything is prettier than mud.

  2. I'm working on our taxes, which is always a crapshoot around here since Hubby is ordained and therefore taxed as "self-employed." Basically, for you non-ministry families, that means that we pay all of his Social Security and such after the fact. No extreme amount of withholding has seemed to grant us a refund since he was ordained four years ago. Last year we at least got closer to breaking even, but somehow none of my part-time paychecks went to federal taxes this year, so we might as well start writing our check now. Sigh.

  3. I don't have anything profound to write myself, but I did want to share this article by Sally Jenkins of the Washington Post. It is about Tim Tebow and the Superbowl ad controversy. Of course, the ad was benign- I'd even call it sweet, so the controversy has all but died down. But I still think the dialogue it brought to attention deserves, well, more attention. As a woman, a Democrat, a Christian, and someone who believes in the sanctity of all life, I grow weary of everyone assuming the worst about "the other side," digging in their heels and refusing to work together. I think we need more people- in the church, the capital, and the press- willing to see things from the other side. Jenkins did just that.

  4. Did I mention that I want it to stop raining?

Monday, February 8, 2010

Gustav and his family

This morning I got an e-mail from Suzanne at Haiti Partners. Here's what she said:

I['m] happy to say Gustav and his family survived the quake....their house did not. Shortly after Gustav's son became ill....they thought maybe from sleeping on the ground....Gustav's son was treated by a medical team flown into Haiti. They medivaced him and his father to Miami where he is being treated for leukemia. They are in our prayers, as well as Gustav's wife and children that were left behind.

The banana bark cards are more precious than ever and it may be some time before Gustav is able to create more of them.

I haven't heard from many people about the cards. I'd like to be able to send some more support to this awesome organization, as well as share Gustav's story and art with others. Please consider making a donation. A set of five cards/envelopes tied in with simple raffia makes a lovely little gift for teachers, hostesses, etc. And it's much more meaningful than most things on which we could spend our money.


Sunday, February 7, 2010

Song for Sunday (sort of): Our own halftime show...

It's Superbowl Sunday!

This used to mean something at our house. Hubby is a huge NFL fan. We had a Superbowl party every year while we lived in Birmingham. It was never anything super fancy- just a few friends, the game (we were technologically advanced back then, with the tivo and all), Madden on the PS2, a few door prizes, and game-day food. Since we were all grad school students or seminarians, the food was simple- rotel dip, pigs in blankets (is that the proper plural form?), wings, veggie trays, a few other snacks and (of course) desserts. We used to make football helmet cookies with the competing team logos on them, and, our personal favorites, football shaped brownies with little icing laces.

Of course, we haven't had a party since we moved almost five years ago.

But we do still try to have some special food. Actually, Hubby likes to have "football food" every Sunday (and Monday night, and some Thursdays...) from August until February. But for the Superbowl, we try to bring back our old party fixin's and make it a little special.

The girls make things a little more complicated. For one thing, they didn't eat much of anything. Little Sister didn't understand eating in the living room. It was hard for me to watch the game- or even sit down for long. I didn't want Hubby to miss anything (since I still feel like he's going realize he hates giving up tivo any day now) so I have no idea what's going on. The girls just ran around a little crazy, with Big Sis covering her eyes (at our request) during the scary movie promos or the GoDaddy ads, until we put them to bed at halftime.

As soon as Daddy put Little Sister on the changing table, she started trying to stand up and to take off her diaper. But her diaper was dry- it had only been on for a few minutes. Finally, we realized she wanted to "go potty." For several days now, at random times, Little Sister decides she wants to sit on the potty. She never does anything. She won't even wait to see if anything comes out. She just sits for about three seconds and then reaches for the toilet paper saying, "Iwannawipeboddom."

But tonight, as I helped Big Sister into her Princess & The Frog nightgown, we heard a surprised "OH!" from the bathroom. Apparently as soon as the diaper came off, Little Sister went potty. It was part accident and part HUGE milestone as she finally sat down and did something on the potty.

Big Sis and I dropped what we were doing and ran into the bathroom. We sang the potty song that I used to sing for Big Sis- "Pee Pee on the Pot-tee!" while dancing in a conga line. We clapped and cheered. (And I winced a little as my baby got just another smidge bigger before my eyes).

As we went back into the girls' bedroom, we heard "The Who" getting started on the tv downstairs. We were missing the halftime show.

Oh well. Ours was better anyway.


Saturday, February 6, 2010

Day at the Museum

My parents came to visit this weekend. Actually, they came to watch the girls while Hubby & I went away for the weekend, but the ginormous snowstorm expected on the East coast made us change our plans.

Usually when Nana & Papa visit, we just hang out at the house. But they came Wednesday night, and it has been raining for an eternity. By Friday morning we were all getting a little stir-crazy. So we loaded the girls with snacks (no hunger meltdowns for us!) and loaded them into the van. Next stop: The Discovery Museum!

There was water fun...
(even though we were soaked on the way in, they still found playing with the water to be a novel activity...)

And pretend fishing...

Big Sister took the fishing a little more seriously...

Little Sister just liked carrying around the nets.

There were dinosaur bones to be discovered...

(Look how nicely they worked together. Such a rare sweet sight.)

...and dinosaur suits to be worn.

There were kayaks to paddle, cookies to bake, and baskets of laundry to fold.

There also were... er... temperatures to be taken.

It was a lot of fun watching the girls have fun at the museum.
I hope that Nana & Papa would agree.

But my favorite part was sharing the museum, and the girls' experience there, with my parents.

It was a long afternoon, and we were all pretty tired & hungry (and eventually wet) when we left, but it was a great day at the museum.




PS- I started this post on Saturday & ended it on Sunday. Is that technically back-dating? You know, for those of you who might tease me... brown eyed pea...

Friday, February 5, 2010

Sweet stationery & help for Haiti

These are banana bark cards handmade by a Haitian man named Gustav Cadet. Aren't they wonderful?

After the quake, I was looking for something our church's children's ministry could do to raise a little money and awareness for Haiti. I found Haiti Partners, an organization that came out of Beyond Borders with the intention of focusing on one geographic area, through the Sojourners blog. Haiti Partners has an amazing ministry focused on education, discipleship and leadership training for the people of Haiti. Their blog has had video updates about the devastation in Haiti from the program's co-director John Engle. Some of the videos are encouraging, some are heartwrenching. All of them have helped me to feel more connected to this place that has been heavy on my heart for three weeks now.

After spending some time watching the videos on the blog, I read about the Handmade Haitian Greeting Cards that not only provide a living for the people who make them, but also raise awareness for Haiti Partners' work. I decided to e-mail for more information (the organization is based out of Florida, so the offices were completely intact). I felt a little silly asking, a few days after the quake, to order greeting cards. What difference could a few hundred dollars make? Was I one of thousands who were joining the bandwagon right now? But I decided those were stupid doubts and I send the e-mail anyway. I wanted to do something, even if it had to be on a small scale. As an advocate for Compassion International, I know very well what one or two people and a few hundred dollars can do to change lives and raise awareness.

The next day, I got a response. From John Engle himself. He was in Haiti, and he took the time to respond to me and forward the e-mail to someone else from his office back in the states. She contacted me soon, and I asked if I could make the initial donation for several cards, and then "resell" them for donations to those in our church, friends & family, etc.

Yesterday I got a shoebox full of beautiful handmade Haitian greeting cards. I couldn't wait to share them with you, and I can't wait to share them with the people I see at church. I'm hoping to be able to teach our kids from Mom's Morning Out or Kids Worship how they can make a big difference by doing "small things with great love" for other people.

Here is a video of Gustav & his family, although I think it is rather old since it still refers to Beyond Borders. I've asked the great gal at Haiti Partners, Suzanne, to let me know how they have faired after the earthquake. I'll let you know what I hear.



It has been three weeks since the earthquake. The news out of Haiti is more about missionaries being held on kidnapping charges than it is about people who are still hungry and homeless. But the rebuilding will continue long after most have forgotten. Maybe we can tuck some little cards in the mail to a few of our friends- or set them on our nightstands- to remind us all to keep praying and supporting God's work in Haiti.

I'm inviting those of you who know me personally to join me in this endeavor. I wouldn't ask complete strangers, or web-friends, to send me money and trust me to do the right thing with it. I will, but you don't know that. If you don't know me from Adam and want to send money somewhere, try Compassion. Or visit the Haiti Partners site yourself and make a donation.

But if you're a loved one, or church family member, or friend from college, etc. and you want to have some fabulous notecards handmade by a Haitian man in order to provide for his family, please let me know. The cards cost about $2 each, but I'd accept any donation. I'm just going to try to raise what I can & send it back to Haiti Partners to continue their work (and rebuilding) in Haiti.

It's not much, but it's all I can do right now. I'm still thinking about Matthew 25 and trying to be faithful in the few things. I'm far from a "good and faithful" servant, but I am trying to serve, nonetheless.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

The good, the bad, and the ugly- about tv...

On Sunday, we canceled our satellite service. We're going to try to just make it with our HD antenna and streaming Netflix.

It was a tough decision for us. We had Directv for 8 years, and we'd pretty much become addicted to tivo. All of us. Even the girls. Once, I remember watching an amazing sunset with Big Sis when she realized she needed to go potty. She started squirming and jumping up & down, and then she turned to me and said, "Mom, can you pause it? I'll be right back."

And even Little Sis has been known to ask for something "adin, adin" after seeing a song she especially enjoys between shows on Noggin.

As for Hubby & I, our evening routine has come to consist of sitting down and watching whatever we are "the most behind on" according to how many episodes we have on the recorder. I've sometimes felt almost obligated to see all the shows we've missed- because they are there, waiting.

Well, not anymore. Which is good, because the television isn't telling us what to do anymore. We don't have to feel any sense of obligation to network shows from three weeks ago.

Only now we can't pause anything, so if we do want to watch something, we have to plan even more carefully and only get up during commercials and pray the girls go to bed before the show starts and... you get the point. We're still adjusting. The other bad part is that if there is something mildly interesting on, I feel compelled to stay up & watch it because we can't just record it and watch it again later.

Of course, we're getting used to the idea of catching up on hulu, and more importantly, just not worrying about it. The last few times my parents visited, we all wanted to watch something different on Thursday nights. So we tivoed the NBC lineup, watched CSI with them, and Grey's lost out. And you know what? I didn't care as much as I thought. I watched it online during naptime one day, or I didn't. And it life went on.

That's when I thought maybe cutting our dependence on Satellite would be a good idea. Hubby thought long and hard about it, and came to the same conclusion. He has other ways to watch his sports, but it will still be a bigger sacrifice for him than for me. I am proud of him.

Will it be inconvenient at times? Definitely. But I'm hoping that we'll make better use of our time. The other night he cleaned out the garage. It looks ah-mazing. And we'll be saving money each month that can be put to better use.

So we'll take the good, we'll take the bad. We'll take them both and then we'll have... sigh. Okay, giving up some of our tv will be harder than I thought...

But there is something else we are already learning. And I'm about to sound like an old lady, but here goes... because we always recorded our shows and watched them at our convenience, we never knew what came on when. I had no idea that How I Met Your Mother is on in the 8 o'clock time slot. Seriously? That show is ALL about sex. I don't usually consider myself a socially conservative person, but even I am wondering what is going to happen in a few years when Big Sister is staying up later. Homework & Dvds, I guess... Ain't no way a seven year old needs to be watching what's on these days. It is ugly. I even worry about the commercials during football games- especially after Big Sis showed lots of interest in a skanky Christina Aguillera one...

That's why I think this will be good. Mostly. Because we're showing our kids our priorities and our values with how we spend our money & our time. And I'm hoping we'll be spending less of both on tv these days.

But, there are still some incredible things on tv. Like this clip my Dad just told me about. How did I miss this? You know I'm a sucker for spontaneous mass choreography...




See TV? I don't hate you. I just need to have a healthier relationship with you. And I've got a feeling this is going to be good.

By the way, Nikki B at Life as We Know It has been writing about this same thing. Check it out!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Groundhog, schmoundhog...


Can you see it?

Look closer...

Those are tiny little Crocus leaves, peeking out through the snow (and through the Dianthus that just never dies). Soon I'll be seeing tiny little splashes of yellow and purple to announce the arrival of warmer weather.

Who needs Punxutawney Phil?

We've had our frozen fun, now bring on the Spring!


Monday, February 1, 2010

Loving your neighbor, helping Haiti, and feeding strays

Earlier this week, I stumbled across an article about ESPN blogger and ex-NBA player Paul Shirley who wrote a rather insensitive post that included a letter to Haiti from "The rest of the world." He said he had not, nor planned to, give anything to the relief effort basically because the responsibility to rebuild (and for the island being poorly built in the first place) lies with the victims. He admitted this would be a controversial idea, because most people were giving to the relief efforts "unconditionally." He also used an analogy about being a caveman who built his house too close to the river. Here's what he said:

Imagining what would happen next is easier than imagining me carrying a caveman’s club. If I were lucky enough to survive the roaring waters that took my hut, my tribesmen would say, “Building next to the river was pretty dumb, wasn’t it?.” Or, if I weren’t so lucky, they’d say, “At least we don’t have to worry about that moron anymore.”

He admits that we're supposed to be more civilized than cavemen, but still questions those who "chose" to live in the conditions of pre-earthquake Haiti, especially if they return to living in them now, in post-earthhquake Haiti. Yeah. Because that's a choice everyone deliberately makes.

Towards the end of his post, he responds to the well-publicized quote by a Haitian mother of two who said she didn't know who was responsible to help, but that it was direly needed. He writes:

I don’t know whose responsibility it is, either. What I do know is that it is not the
responsibility of the outside world to provide help. It’s nice if we do, but it is not a requirement, especially when people choose to influence their own existences negatively...


Then today I am flipping through Hubby's Time Magazine and find a quote from South Carolina's Lt. Governor (and gubernatorial candidate) Andre Bauer. Speaking of welfare and other social programs he said,

"My grandmother was not a highly educated woman, but she told me as a small child to quit feeding stray animals. You know why? Because they breed."


As a person who vowed a long time ago to take care of stray children and animals, I didn't even know how to respond to this at first. I went to Bauer's website, read his statement of "regret, " and pondered some more. One article I read especially struck a nerve with its next-to-last sentence:
That message "has been a staple" of social conservatives and evangelicals who believe personal responsibility is a key both to salvation and success...

Wait, what?!? Maybe this is where I stray off course from many evangelicals, but I always thought salvation had NOTHING to do with ANYTHING I could do. I know I am personally responsible for accepting the grace offered to me through Jesus Christ. But anything else- well, apart from Him, I can do NOTHING.

That's my problem with these two timely statements. I don't really care if they are politically incorrect (though Shirley asking the Haitians to "maybe use a condom once in a while" is about as insensitive as can be). And I don't really care about the personal opinions of two men I have never met. But if they are speaking for, in one case, "the rest of the world" and especially in another, for evangelical Christians, I object.

If someone chooses not to help someone else because they are a fiscal conservative, because that's how they roll politically, so be it. But to seriously justify not helping someone as "voting your values" or taking the evangelical Christian platform, something has to be a little off. I'm getting tired of the same people who push to have evolution taken out of schools making political and even personal statements of near social darwinism- survival of the fittest. It seems silly to me to believe that God created everyone in His image and then believe that some people just go further, and therefore are worth more. That some of them are just "morons" who built their shacks too close to a river (or on a fault line) and deserve whatever they get. (By the way, we don't have the time or the space to even begin dissecting how those who make up the majority of Haitians came to be on the island, but their ancestors didn't land there on a pleasure cruise).

Sometimes the best life lessons are results of our choices. I get that. I studied & implemented logical consequences as an educator. I understand the value in learning from our mistakes. But I also (or at least I'm trying to) understand grace. Which flies in the face of all logic. Which turns consequences into opportunities for sacrifice and love.

There is a difference between letting a person see something as a mistake- helping another human being to learn from and try not to repeat the consequences- and leaving someone to die in them. Fortunately for us, Christ chose not to do the latter. Unfortunately for us, many believers are bearing more of a resemblance to the "unmerciful servant" than we are to Christ.

I think it is time to realize that in some sense we are all strays. We all have made mistakes that should cost us our lives. None of us started off any better than the others when it comes to living God's way. None of us deserves any more than the next guy. None of us can do anything to earn favor with God. God loves us unconditionally (there's that word again, Mr. Shirley). It is grace and love and mercy and compassion that save us- not our "personal responsibility."

People looking at tragedies like the earthquake in Haiti like to say, "There but for the grace of God, go I."And for good reason. We know, deep down, that we don't deserve our good fortune. Anything I have or do or survive is soley a gift of God's grace- one that I don't quite understand and just humbly and gratefully accept.

I don't deserve to be sitting here, typing on my computer in my heated home, listening to my healthy children sleep upstairs, while not far from here mothers wait to see if the bodies of their children will ever be separated from the giant pile of rubble that used to be a house. Sure, I went to college. I studied. I have a part time job outside of the home and a husband who works hard. But at the end of the day, what plays the biggest role in separating me from her is something I had no control over: where, and to whom, I was born.

Sure, there are amazing stories of people pulling themselves up by their bootstraps, overcoming their situations and becoming "something". I love those kinds of stories. But it's important to keep a few things in mind when we hear them. For one, to God, they already were "something"- just because He loved & made them.

For another, in order to make "something" of yourself, you have to believe it is possible. I have a very intelligent friend, and a very intelligent and successful relative, who are both fiscal conservatives. Both have great stories. My friend often says he believes you can do anything in America with just a library card. But I would argue that you also need someone to take you to the library- at least at first. As a teacher I saw first hand kids who had very little promise of a healthy or successful future- not simply because they were poor or couldn't read well, but because no one was in their life telling them that they were valuable. That they could succeed. As their teacher, I tried, but the pressures of testing and the limited time available for me to tutor individually left me sometimes more of a discourager as I handed them D's & F's and sent home papers that would return, again & again, without the signature of even one person who would be responsible for them.

Oh yeah, one more thing... It's pretty hard to pick yourself up by your bootstraps if hunger has zapped you of the physical strength to even lift up your head. Sound like I'm exaggerating? I wish I were. About 25,000 people die every day from hunger related causes. 16,000 of them are children. Pretty hard to blame them for bringing it on themselves.

See, you know what happens if you don't feed strays? Either they move on and find food and shelter somewhere else, or they die. They die. And basically, what I'm understanding is that, to many, even some Christians, that is ok. Well, it's not ok in God's eyes. If he cares about each sparrow that falls, I'm pretty sure the catastrophic death of hundreds of thousands- and even the slow starvation of one- of His children is not ok. I'd go so far as to say that standing by and doing nothing would be a sin.

And this whole idea that strays "breed"? Sure, if you just toss a little food out on the porch, you might get a few more visitors the next day. Of course, if you do what we did with our dog Sophie, if you take that stray and make her a member of your family, you change her whole life. Isn't that the job of the church? Only, our talk of "personal responsibility" and "prosperity gospel" is turning many away as sharply as kicking a cat. They set out to find someone else simply to feed them. And to the chagrin of many of my more conservative brothers & sisters, that someone else is often the government.

Do I think people take advantage of the generosity of others? Of course. Do I worry that some of the current social programs in our country encourage people to stay where they are and feed off of the system? At times. There are people in my life today that I have seen taking advantage of their family, friends and church while they continue to make selfish financial decisions. It troubles me. I understand the importance of being responsible for yourself and your family.

But more than that I feel a genuine responsibility for myself & all believers to step up and love our neighbors. To do what Jesus talks about in the parable of the sheep & the goats. To clothe the naked. To feed the hungry. To welcome them in to God's family and show them, not how to "be something," but that they already are something.

And then, as brothers & sisters in Christ, we can encourage and even rebuke each other with regards to responsibility and wise choices and taking care of ourselves (and that should be happening with those previously mentioned people I know).

And we can encourage each other in our responsibility to serve and care for all of God's children.

Which is what I am hoping I have done with this long, soapbox-post.