Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Taco Tuesday and The Flaming Tower of Terror

Sometimes you are glad that there's no cameras around to record your goofy nonsense...other times, you want evidence so you can review it later and share with others! I'm not sure which category this life event would fall under, but, none-the-less, it's one of our favorite family stories:

I was frying up a batch of homemade taco shells, left the pan on the stove top to sit down and enjoy Taco Tuesday with my son Jonathan and his friend, Tommy, when Jonathan looked up and said, 'There's a fire' and he said it with a pretty calm voice so when I got around to looking back into the kitchen behind me the fire was looking more like the Lord God Almighty leading the children of Israel by night with a pillar---only the pillar was billowing out of my taco pan! The fire was HUGE and licking the ceiling!
I jumped up from the table, ran back into the kitchen, grabbed a lid, but the flames were so high and hot it was too hard to get the lid to stay on and smother the pan. So, Tommy says in an equally nonchalant tone to Jonathan's original announcement, "Well I'm a certified Boy Scout with a fire patch…got an extinguisher?" To which Jonathan says, "Oh yeah we DO have one!" He gets it and the Boy Scout starts to get ready to earn another badge (the 'Saving an Old Lady in Distress' badge I think) when it occurs to me, "Hey, I wonder if that extinguisher is rated for oil fires?" So I quickly stop Dudley Do-Right from potentially igniting himself AND me along with the pillar of fire and landing us all on the evening news.
Meanwhile the eternal flame is continuing to combust and now a cloud of thick black smoke has decided to join the party and is accumulating in my kitchen. So, the boys run around like the Keystone Cops and open all the windows and doors while I look for a hot pad to protect my hand because I've decided I could at least get the towering inferno out of my kitchen. I secure a hot pad (my husband's fleece vest that was draped across the chair back) and exit with the flaming pan through the sliding glass door out to the side yard trying all the while not to catch myself or the over-hanging trees on fire.
I set the pan-o-fire down, get the lid and try again to smother it...this time it works, and the goo that used to be the oil for our lightly crisped tacos is all that remains...well that is until I get back into the kitchen to find that the paint on the stove hood is cinder black and bubbled like your first sun burned back of summer.
Just as I'm reaching up to feel the puckered warm paint, a fire alarm shrills through the house so I dart from room to room until I find that apparently Jonathan's the lucky one with the only working alarm in the house. I balance tip-toe on his guitar amp and remove the battery, silencing the screaming alarm then step back down to the kitchen to survey the damage...Meanwhile, believe it or not, Glen has been asleep, hibernating blissfully through the entire "I Love Lucy meets Jennifer Richmond" episode!
Whew!
So could we all just keep this on the down low, and next Tuesday the tacos are on me...at Taco Bell!

~Jennifer

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Thoughts on taking "Communion"...

Heading to church this morning and maybe, like me, you'll be taking communion? How many of us have taken "communion" and not fully understood the history and context of what the cup - or really, cups - meant? In Christian churches, communion is observing one fraction of the full event. What we now call, "The Lord's Supper" was a Passover Seder at which Yeshua would have had four cups of wine. Each cup was a reminder of an aspect of God's deliverance and our response... The cups of sanctification, deliverance, redemption and finally, praise. 

This charm is a special reminder to me of Yeshua's last Passover Seder. Lifting the fourth cup, The Cup of Praise, at the Seder that night with his disciples He said, "I tell you, I will not drink of this fruit if the vine from now until that day when I drink it anew with you in my Father's Kingdom." Next time you take communion, maybe pause and think of that night when Jesus spoke those words and then left to pray in Gethsemane, then ultimately give His life in fulfillment of prophecy so that all of us might be saved. He was the final and True Passover lamb, the "lamb of God" who took away the sins of the world. 
Read Isaiah 53
Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech haolam, borei p'ri hagafen. Blessed are You, Our God, Ruler of the world, Creator of the fruit of the vine. ברוך אתה ה' אלהינו, מלך העולם...


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Johnny Cash Was Right

Gotta love Cash. 
His words ring so true. Who would say that they "live for the devil"?...The reality is, if you're not truly living for God, you are living for the devil. Plain and simple. It's not that you'd put on a" Team Satan" t-shirt, or wear a WWSD - "What Would Satan Do?" - bracelet. You wouldn't actually identify that you're living for the devil, but think about it - if you're not for Him (God) you're against Him. And if you're against Him, whose side are you on? As passive as it is, your inaction on this point really is an action. It might not be considered polite conversation, but I'm going to suggest it needs to be discussed. 

Friday, May 13, 2016

The One Where I Get Political

There's a video going around showing Obama at a press conference saying that world leaders are concerned about the statements coming from Trump and even Cruz. Gasp! 
They should be concerned. Americans are pissed and over it with a president who bows to muslim leaders and lies to his own people. They should be concerned. Americans don't want the citizens of these countries illegally infiltrating our land. 
We're trying to elect a leader who will - and call me crazy here - uphold the consti-flippin-tution and the intent of our founding fathers! We don't want your failed socialism, communism or any other pathetic -isms that are financially and morally bankrupting your countries. We are angry and motivated and working to get America back on track. Don't misunderstand me, I don't believe in the political system. No, "my faith is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but only lean on Jesus' name." My citizenship is not of this earth. I am passing through. But my time here will NOT be spent supporting immorality and those who legislate for it. My hope isn't in Trump or Cruz or Rubio or any of them. I'll not use this platform to promote a politician. I will, however denounce Obama and his attempt to get Americans to align with him because other nations "are concerned" about one of our candidates. Where were they when he was the one running? Have they no concern that he supported the legalized murder of babies? Their "concerns" are misplaced. I don't trust their judgment and I don't give a flying euro, peso, rial, or yen about their opinions.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

You and Your Political Correctness Are Pathetic

Not too long ago, any man claiming to be a woman or vis versa would be pitied as mentally unstable and in need of help. But today they're lauded, protected, honored, and society is redefining itself on the perverted premises of these and other aberrations.
I believe the root of this is simple. Pride. Total lack of humility. Complete unwillingness to say, "My way is wrong. God's way is right."
When we allow wrong to be called right we invite insanity. Go back and read the account of Nebuchadnezzer. His lack of humility before God led quite literally to his complete insanity. His sanity was restored, but only after he humbled himself before God. The more we make allowances for aberrant behavior like this gender identity nonsense, the further our society drifts from sanity. When Roe v Wade was decided and the murder of babies was legalized, we opened the floodgates and the tide of insanity has streamed through every channel of our society. 
The insanity of redefining murder as "choice" was the beginning. Evil was not called out, instead it was redefined in direct violation of God's order. So now anything can be redefined. No one has the right to call anyone out. We've abandoned God's natural order and called it compassionate. But, you see, there's no compassion in letting someone live in sin and foolishness. That's not compassionate; it's laziness.
Capitulating to political correctness is the sign of a pathetic and willfully disobedient generation of people who want the warmth of God's love but deny the fire of his justice. "Do not be deceived. God will not be made a fool. For a person will reap what he sows, because the person who sows to his own flesh will reap corruption from the flesh, but the one who sows to the Spirit will reap eternal life from the Spirit." (Galatians 6) I strongly encourage you who say you hold true to God's Word, who claim to follow Christ, who say that you are a Christian to examine your heart, to pray along with David who after crying out, "if only you would slay the wicked, oh Lord... Do I not hate those who hate you, oh Lord?" said then, "search me, oh God. Know my heart...see if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." 
Stand firmly against sin in your own life first... every corner of it. Ask God to reveal your sins to you and get right with God. Then with humility and true compassion speak boldly the truth of God's way to this lost and dying generation. Humility before God... Compassion for mankind...Boldness to bring God's truth. Do the right thing. Micah 6:8

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

The One When I Talk About Farts...and The Bible

I've been teaching for going on 30 years. That's nearly 1000 students! 
As unique as each child has been, there's a few traits that students have in common year after year, one of them is their silly obsession with body noises...farts in particular. There. I said it. If one student let a toot slip in class it inevitably brought snickers from the others and great embarrassment to the child. 
So, in keeping with our class code that ours was a safe place for all and that no one would ever need to feel afraid, I started the, "I did it!" rule. Quite simply, when a toot slipped, everyone in the class would say, "I did it!" We all pitched in to "cover up" for the tooter and in so doing, instead of strife we got laughter and peace and everyone felt a sense of safety and acceptance. 
In today's sensibilities we see covering up sins as something wrong because it's making excuses for someone else's wrongdoings, enabling or worse aiding and abetting. And there's definitely room for that and often a need for us to be bold in calling out sin. However, that's not what this means. 1 Peter 4:8 says, "Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins." Deep, true, biblical love doesn't allow for strife, much less stir it up... It "keeps no record of wrong" not because it wasn't wronged but because the greater good for all is love. 
Proverbs 10:12 NKJV
Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all sins.
I betcha didn't think I would share Scripture and farting in the same post....well, think again.

~Jennifer