In the Blink of an Eye

In the blink of an eye, a new life is brought into this world. In the blink of an eye, a life enters into eternal rest. In the blink of an eye, a life changes.

There is much that leads up to this life altering event. There is much that follows in its wake. But, what is constant is that lives are forever changed.

One day after my last post, my son fell and broke his femur. He had surgery to repair the break, and during the long surgery, complications arose with his good leg. After a total of six surgeries, and three and a half weeks in the hospital, he came home to begin his slow and painful recovery in early October.

He has progressed from being wheelchair-bound to adding a walker and crutches to his arsenal of transportation methods. Just last week he was able to begin putting limited weight on his broken leg. After months of needing a wheelchair to attend church, today he entered church using a walker for the first time since he fell.

Praise and glory to God for His mighty power, mercy, and love!

(The above photograph is a close up of a bumblebee eye.)

The Constitution--Part II

This is an unretouched e-mail sent to all teachers and principals in a nearby government school district. The words in boldface were originally sent that way. I have not highlighted that myself. All I have done is remove the listed resources and the identifying information about whom to contact which were at the end of the e-mail. Please note which other observance occurs near Constitution Day, and of the two, which observance should be celebrated on the actual day.

SENT ON BEHALF OF THE CHIEF ACADEMIC OFFICER


Please share this information with your principals and teachers. Thank you.


September 17th is Constitution Day!

As of last year, there is a new federal law in effect requiring us to teach about the Constitution of the US on or near September 17th.

On May 24, 2005, the U.S. Department of Education released a Notice of Implementation (for the full text, visit: http://www.ed.gov/legislation/FedRegister/other/2005-2/052405b.html), announcing that all educational institutions receiving federal funding must provide an educational program pertaining to the United States Constitution on September 17 of each year. This date in history marks the actual signing of our Constitution. However, when September 17 falls on a weekend or holiday, such as this year, programming must be held during the preceding or following week. In order to avoid a scheduling conflict with programming for September 16th, Mexican Independence Day, we recommend that elementary schools observe Constitution Day any time/day during the month of September. The intent of the law is to help our students gain a deeper understanding and appreciation of our Constitution. Teachers can choose to use any of the resources listed below, the materials they currently have and/or the activities that they will receive in school mail. If you have any questions, contact......

The Constitution of the United States of America

We the people of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this CONSTITUTION for the United States of America.

(the preamble to the U.S. Constitution, signed September 17, 1787)

Thank you, Lord!

September Sixteenth

On September 16, 1984, my husband and I both became Christians.

On September 16, 1994, we received word that our adoption agency had a child chosen for us, and we saw our son's picture for the first time.

On September 16, 1998, our two children became U.S. citizens.

Today, September 16, 2006, we gave our children new Bibles. This was our daughter's first full-length Bible, after having used only a children's Bible. She looked at it and said, "Is there a bigger Bible after this?" We replied, "No, honey. This is the whole Bible. Every word that's in the Bible, you now have in your Bible!"

Thank you, Lord!

James' Flag

Last year during the week surrounding September 11th, our town had thousands of American flags flying in a huge field by the library (pictured here). Each flag represented either someone killed on September 11th, or one of the service persons later killed in Afghanistan or Iraq. This Healing Field gave the citizens of our town an opportunity to remember, reflect, and pay our respects to those killed as a result of the war that has been waged upon our country.

In addition, citizens were allowed to purchase one of the flags to fly at our home, and to help defray the costs of our own September 11th Memorial, dedicated just yesterday. Our family chose to receive a flag of an American serviceman killed in action, and we received the flag bearing the name of a young man from Iowa who was killed in Afghanistan. For a year now, we have flown it in our backyard flower garden on all national holidays, his birthday, the day he was killed, and on this day, September 11th.

I see his flag from our kitchen sink every time we fly it, and I think of his parents, Jim and Theresa. I caught myself several times today, forgetting to be thankful for my blessings. When will I ever learn? Our son was hanging around me while I did a little gardening at our lunch break from school. I wanted him to pull some weeds along with me, and I felt angry inside when he "didn't feel like it." Wouldn't Jim and Theresa have loved to have their son, James, in their yard today, balking at pulling dandelions? Our daughter interrupted us a couple of times when my husband and I were trying to talk at the end of the day, and I snapped at her. Wouldn't Jim and Theresa have loved to have James interrupt them several times at the end of their day?

Yes, our son should help with yard work, and yes, our daughter should refrain from interrupting. But, I should also be patient, thankful, and loving as I tenderly mold our children. This morning I got to watch my son pound the rebar into the ground by the mums in order to post James' flag. He's getting so big, and he does this chore quite willingly each holiday. I got to take our children to the new 9/11 Memorial by the lake near the library. It was cold and drizzling, but the kids said, "This is nothing compared to what those people went through." I got to see my daughter's amazed face when she saw the number of names engraved on the monument depicting the people killed at the Twin Towers. And then, I got to tuck my two precious children into their beds, pray for them, kiss them, and later look in on them as they peacefully slept.

Thank you, Lord.

Thank you, Jim and Theresa.

"Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee"

We sang this as our recessional hymn this morning in church. I can't listen to the stirringly beautiful melody without remembering my favorite Beethoven story. I urge you again to listen to one of Beethoven's symphonies this week. The melody in this hymn comes from the final movement of his Ninth Symphony, but any of them would be wonderful to listen to.




"Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee"
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!

All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Singing bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee.

Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blessed,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.

Mortals, join the happy chorus, which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o’er us, brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us Sunward in the triumph song of life.

Just for fun...States I've Visited

I saw this on another blog and thought I'd see if it worked on mine.


create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.

Part-time Christian

Honest insight from Frederick Buechner's preface to his book, The Alphabet of Grace.

"I am a part-time novelist who happens also to be a part-time Christian because part of the time seems to be the most I can manage to live out my faith: Christian part of the time when certain things seem real and important to me and the rest of the time not Christian in any sense that I can believe matters much to Christ or anybody else...From time to time I find a kind of heroism momentarily possible--a seeing, doing, telling of Christly truth--but most of the time I am indistinguishable from the rest of the herd that jostles and snuffles at the great trough of life."

Grafted by God

Lord of all power and might, the author and giver of all good things: Graft in our hearts the love of your Name...

So began the Collect of the Day in today's worship. This had new meaning for me, having just endured a gum graft two days ago, now sitting in the pew with a swollen and slightly sore face. The dictionary states that grafting produces uniting, joining, attaching, or implanting. But, as all gardening books tell you, the process involves cutting and a period of recovery.

When we grafted our children into our family, via adoption, there was certainly some cutting and pain involved. Pain for my husband and me when we couldn't conceive, pain for the birth mothers as they decided what to do, pain as they placed their babies for adoption, and the pain that our children may yet experience in the future. But as we look at our family, the family that God built for the four of us, we can't imagine it any other way. The pain of the past subsides, and we are left with the delicious fruit of the graft.

When God grafts us into His family, there is some pain involved. There is pain when other family members reject the faith (and you, too, in the process). There is pain as you gradually come to realize just how sinful you truly are. There is pain when you see yourself struggle in life, and non-Christian friends or family experiencing "success." And yet, triumphant over all of this, is the thankfulness for God's grace and mercy, the joy of studying His Word, and the wonder of worshipping Him with fellow believers.

Just as one recovering from gum surgery, you may be tempted to think, "I felt better BEFORE the surgery! Everything was just fine!" In reality, none of us is "fine," and we weren't better before the surgery. We were dead in our sin! God, in His mercy, takes us, saves us, draws us to Himself, and graciously grafts us into His family. May we love His name and worship Him forever!

Day at the Zoo

God's creation is so incredibly amazing! The kids and I took my mom to the Denver Zoo today and here are just two examples of God's perfect design for His animal world.

The giraffe stands about 18 feet tall, and the head and neck of a full grown giraffe weigh about 500 pounds. God has designed the giraffe with a strong, large heart, capable of pumping blood against the pull of gravity. In addition, He has given the giraffe a unique series of blood vessels and valves located in the head which regulate the blood pressure to the brain when the head is lowered.

We also learned about the alligator snapping turtle which has a wormlike growth on the tip of its tongue. The turtle will lie still in the water with its mouth wide open. The appendage on the tongue moves, imitating a worm, and when an unsuspecting fish comes for the "worm," the snapping turtle then quickly closes its mouth and enjoys lunch!

Who else but God could think of, and then speak into being, such creatures?

God's Layout for the Hour

I am reading a book about Frank Laubach and Brother Lawrence; two men who strove to walk in the awareness of the presence of Christ. I ran across these two journal entries, written by Laubach, a missionary in the Philippines. Both thoughts spoke to me and it is no accident that I "chanced" to read them today!

August 21, 1930
I shall be forty-six in two weeks. I no longer have the sense that life is all before me, as I had a few years ago. Some of it is behind--and a miserable poor part it is, so far below what I had dreamed that I dare not even think of it. Nor dare I think much of the future. This present, if it is full of God, is the only refuge I have from poisonous disappointment and even almost rebellion against God.

January 2, 1932
I resolve to accept each situation of this year as God's layout for that hour, and never to lament that it is a very commonplace or disappointing task. One can pour something divine into every situation.

Today is my birthday (a few more candles than Laubach), and instead of getting to relax with our children, and garden as I had hoped, we spent a couple of hours hoping to retrieve our "dead" car and bring it home. God had different plans for us. We weren't successful in bringing the car home, but I had the opportunity to spend those hours with my mom as she joyfully recounted some of the circumstances surrounding my birth.

Thank you God for my precious mother, and thank you for unexpected time spent with loved ones.

"A Mighty Fortress Is Our God"

bulwark--1. a wall-like defensive structure; 2. a strong support or protection in danger.

Not only is God our strong support and protection in danger, but His fortress never fails! What comforting words.

The great reformer, Martin Luther, wrote not only the words to this famous hymn, but also the music as well. Go here to hear the music.

"A Mighty Fortress Is Our God"

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

No Regrets

This afternoon I had the opportunity to see many former colleagues from my teaching days. I took our two children to an art show put on by a wonderful former principal of mine. (My poor children, who are cooped up at home, not being socialized properly!) I prepared them for the usual barrage of questions they would inevitably field.

I also steeled myself for the usual barrage of questions that are invariably lobbed my way. Public school teachers can be some of the most skeptical people when it comes to home schooling. You can see it in their eyes, behind the slightly uncomfortable smile. You hear it in their questions. "Are you in a home school group? Do you do any outside activities? Do you have to take the CSAP (Colorado statewide testing)? You aren't going to teach high school, are you? I bet they're really smart! Is it hard? Do you like it?"

Many of my friends took early retirement. And now they're traveling to foreign countries. Driving nice cars. Pursuing hobbies. Finding their creative sides. Puttering around in their gardens. Painting.

I don't have any spectacular photographs taken in Nepal to put in an art show. I can't talk about what Heathrow was like yesterday in London. But I have no regrets. I get to spend every day with my two precious children. I get to see them learn. I get to travel alongside them in their Christian walk. We get to pray and sing hymns every morning. We have Creation as the first event in our timeline of world history.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to brush up on those high school requirements. Let's see...that's four years of English, four years of....

The Tower of Babel

Early in my teaching career, I taught sixth grade in NE Florida. On the first day of school, a student asked me a question in a foreign language.

To attempt to replicate the full effect of my dilemma, you must say it fast and use a southern accent: "MizMacMillen, isyoufintocarryusoutside?"

What he meant was, "Miss McMillen, are you getting ready (fixin') to take us outside?"

Reading "Why Don't They Just Speak English?" in Christianity Today's "Books and Culture" newsletter reminded me of this conversation I had 28 years ago. It also makes me consider the Tower of Babel. What must it have been like when God confused the languages? And now, here were are thousands of years later, still trying to translate the Bible into numerous obscure languages. This article is made even more interesting when one considers this tremendous task. You'll appreciate not only already having a Bible in our language, but you'll be in awe of the tenacious people who spend a lifetime on these translations.

(painting by Pieter Bruegel, 1563)

"Just As I Am"

I never thought I'd blog this hymn. I used to think of it as the hymn that would be played over and over until someone, anyone, would come forward to "rededicate" their life to Christ. The story behind this hymn was included in today's sermon and I now see the hymn with new eyes.

The hymn's author, Englishwoman Charlotte Elliot (1789-1871), was stricken at age 30 with a serious ailment that made her an invalid for the remainder of her life. She became bitter and depressed until she was visited by a well-known Swiss evangelist, Dr. Caesar Malan. The author of Amazing Grace (a book of the stories of hymns), Kenneth Osbeck, describes the scene this way:

Sensing her spiritual distress, [Malan] exclaimed, "Charlotte, you must come just as you are--a sinner--to the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!" Immediately placing her complete trust in Christ's redemptive sacrifice for her, Charlotte experienced inner peace and joy in spite of her physical affliction until her death at the age of 82.

"Just As I Am"

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou biddest me come to Thee--
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yes, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!