13 Books for 2013

I seem to be following a “better late than never” theme around here lately. I wrote about
Halloween in November, Christmas in January, and here I am posting my 2013 book list in February!

If only I had enough hours in the day for the countless books on my nightstand, bookcase and Amazon wish list that are begging to be read! With some difficulty I’ve narrowed my focus to this baker’s dozen that I plan to read over the coming months:

1. Misreading Scripture with Western Eyes: Removing Cultural Blinders to Better Understand the Bible by E. Randolph RichardsiMonk discussed this book recently and piqued my interest. I love studying the Bible and this book is right up my alley. An excerpt: “…there’s no way around the fact that our cultural and historical contexts supply us with habits of mind that lead us to read the Bible differently than Christians in other cultural and historical contexts.”

2. The God Of The Mundane by Matt Redmond. Is Christianity about what we can do for God or about what He has done for us? My life is made up of very un-radical activities such as folding underwear, scrubbing toilets, cooking oatmeal, teaching grammar and balancing the checkbook. Can a mundane life glorify God?

3. Half the Sky by Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. This is a book that I started reading over a year ago but never finished. It’s an eye-opening, powerful book that is a necessary, but difficult, read for anyone who endeavors to “seek justice, encourage the oppressed, defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow.” (Is. 1:17)

4. Slaves, Women & Homosexuals: Exploring the Hermeneutics of Cultural Analysis by William J. Webb. I quickly read this book on my kindle last year and found Webb’s redemptive movement approach to hermeneutics pretty intriguing. I’m planning to read my paper copy this year, slowly, with pen and notebook in hand.

5. Half the Church: Recapturing God’s Global Vision for Women by Carolyn Custis James. For the Christian, this book goes hand-in-hand with Half the Sky. From the book description: “The strongest voices speaking into women’s lives in the twenty-first century are Islam and Feminism–systems that reside at opposite ends of the spectrum. Does the church’s message for women stake out the middle ground or lead the way to something much better?”

6. The Trinity & Subordinationism: The Doctrine of God & the Contemporary Gender Debate by Kevin Giles. Is the Son eternally subordinate to the Father? If the Trinity is the model for our Christian relationships then I want to have a better understanding of how the Son, Spirit and Father relate to one another.

7. Selfish Reasons to Have More Kids: Why Being a Great Parent is Less Work and More Fun Than You Think by Bryan Caplan. A couple years ago, while reading aloud Cheaper by the Dozen to my kids, I was inspired by the father in the story, Mr. Gilbreth, to make my bathroom time more educational. So I began broadening my horizons by listening to NPR while getting myself ready in the mornings (sometimes afternoons, depending on how my day is going!) I have gained insight on opinions that differ from my own, learned information on a wide range of topics and discovered quite a few authors and musicians who are new to me. Bryan Caplan is one of those authors and after listening to his fascinating interview on NPR one morning I immediately ordered this book, which promises to be the antithesis to Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother!

8. Playful Parenting by Lawrence J. Cohen. Nothing gets my 6 year old out of a pout faster than being chased around the house by a tickle monster on the loose! Humor is an integral part of our gentle parenting and I’m looking forward to reading this author’s thoughts on the subject.

9. Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain. For years I tried to fight my introversion instead of embracing it, buying into the mindset of our culture that extroverted personalities are the ideal. In this book Susan Cain not only brings to light the advantages of introversion but also gives advice on parenting an introverted child.

10. Families Where Grace Is in Place: Building a Home Free of Manipulation, Legalism, and Shame by Jeff VanVonderen. From the book description: “Here is a message about how God’s grace can transform relationships within a marriage and family…Healthy relationships between husband and wife, between parents and children, are possible only when the filter of God’s grace is placed over the processes of marriage and parenting.”

11. Pagan Christianity by Frank Viola and George Barna. What are the origins of our modern church practices and traditions? I’m curious to find out.

 12. One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are by Ann Voskamp. I’ve visited A Holy Experience a few times and have known about this book for awhile now but honestly wasn’t interested until I learned that Ann Voskamp used to struggle with anxiety and panic attacks. She states that “gratitude is an antidote for anxiety“ and, as someone who struggles with anxious and sometimes panicky thoughts, this is something I’d like to know more about.

13. Desperate: Hope for the Mom Who Needs to Breathe by Sarah Mae and Sally Clarkson. Since I don’t have small children underfoot anymore I’m not sure I’m within the targeted audience of this book. However, I subscribe to Sally Clarkson’s blog, I Take Joy, and I’m interested because I enjoy her thoughts on mothering. I heard about Sarah Mae a year or more ago but, funnily enough, was turned off by her e-books about how to keep your house clean and how to get dressed every day. Most moms already worry too much about messes and I am not about to give up my yoga pants! So I never stuck around Sarah’s blog to see what she was about. I’m looking forward to learning more about her via this book.

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The Very Best Christmas Gift Ever

The lights, ornaments and nativity sets are packed snugly in the attic until next year, the radio is no longer playing “Oh Come All Ye Faithful” and shoppers are no longer serenaded by tinkling bells as they go in and out of stores. Fresh, sparkling 2013 is already threatening to dim my memory of December 2012 so before Christmas slightly past becomes Christmas totally past I’m going to squeeze this blog post in!

A conversation with good friends last month on the whys and wherefores of Christmas
got me to thinking: why is it that the shunning of Christmas seems to be a common denominator among aberrant religious groups? My neighbors, who are Two-by-Twos, don’t celebrate it. Jehovah’s Witnesses don’t celebrate it. The religious group my husband was raised in doesn’t celebrate it.

I began to wonder whether or not patriocentrists celebrate Christmas so, to satisfy my curiosity, I googled a few prominent names. I discovered Michael Pearl’s motto is “Keep Christ out of Christmas and it’s OK.” His family does not decorate for Christmas, exchange gifts, put up a Christmas tree or have any church celebrations. Doug Phillips does not celebrate Christmas. Voddie Baucham and his family also opt out of Christmas, having decided several years ago to no longer exchange gifts or put up a tree.

Because of my husband’s Christmasless (sorry spellchecker, but that really is a word!) upbringing, we had already thoroughly examined Christmas and the validity of celebrating before patriarchy completely got us into its chokehold. And thankfully, until this year, I had no idea the celebrity families of patriarchy abstain from Christmas so, in my blissful ignorance, I felt no peer pressure to align with their ideology.

Christmas in our home, for the most part, looks the same as it always has. We’ve relaxed our standards in a few areas; for example, we now watch a wider variety of Christmas movies such as White Christmas and Elf (these both used to be on our naughty list!) Santa is mentioned much more than he used to be. We used to have “off limit” children’s gifts such as gaming systems (too addictive and creativity-stifling), barbie dolls (too realistic yet too unrealistic) or noisy battery-operated toys. We’ve dropped these restrictions. As a matter of fact, last year we actually bought our family an Xbox for Christmas!

I love Christmas. I love spending time with family and friends. I love hearing Joy to the world, the Lord has come! while I’m browsing the aisles in Walmart. I even love the more superficial aspects of Christmas–Santa Claus, eggnog, the grinch, holly and mistletoe, “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer”–but most of all I love the freedom I have in Christ to celebrate both the sacredness and silliness of  Christmas!

So here’s to the very best Christmas gift ever–Christ entering our world, putting on humanness and offering Himself so that we can be free indeed!

So Christ has truly set us free. Now make sure that you stay free, and don’t get tied up again in slavery to the law. (Gal 5:1)

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What’s Changed: Halloween

People sometimes ask me, “What’s changed?” and usually I struggle to come up with a reply off the top of my head because not many outward, tangible things have changed since I left patriarchy. Unless you are a close friend or family member you probably wouldn’t notice my life being much different than it was 5 years ago. But once in awhile I catch myself doing something that the “old me” would never have done and I think I ought to write about this on my blog!

So that’s what I’m doing today.

This week, for the first time in my life*, I carved a pumpkin! My kids, Sharpies in hand, drew faces of their choosing and then watched while I carved out the eyes, noses and mouths. Then we inserted a votive candle into each, turned off the lights and stood back to admire our handiwork. This Halloween business is kinda fun! I thought to myself.

Growing up, my family treated Halloween just like any other day. My husband had a similar childhood experience, except in his case Christmas and Easter were also on the list of banned holidays because of their pagan influences. Not surprisingly, we continued this tradition of ignoring Halloween with our own family. In order to avoid all the cowboys, princesses and witches that might show up at our door on trick or treat night we would go out to dinner, leaving the house dark and unwelcoming.

To this day my husband and I have zero experience with trick or treating. We’ve never gone trick or treating, we’ve never taken our kids trick or treating and, because we now live in the boonies, we’ve never had trick or treaters come to our home. This year we had planned to finally join in this tradition of dressing up, begging candy from complete strangers and overindulging on chocolate, high fructose corn syrup and red dye #40. Unfortunately we wimped out over the weekend when hurricane Sandy hit, bringing rain and colder temps, and then a family party kept us home on Halloween night. Oh well, there’s always next year!

Though I haven’t been afraid of Halloween for a few years now, this year marks the closest I’ve come to actually celebrating the holiday. I’m most comfortable when I’m following the evangelical crowd so it’s taken some time to come to terms with Halloween and how I feel about it. I’ve never had any personal conviction from the Lord regarding Halloween. In fact, I don’t recall ever asking the Lord about it at all!

There’s no shortage of Halloween-related articles floating around the internet this week. Here are some of my favorites:

Hallowing Halloween: Why Christians should embrace the devilish holiday with gusto—and laughter by Anderson Rearick. An excerpt: I am reluctant to give up what was one of the highlights of my childhood calendar to the Great Impostor and Chief of Liars for no reason except that some of his servants claim it as his…As for Satanists, their calendar is a perversion of Christian seasons—there would be no Satanists if there were no Christians. Let them claim all they want. I give them nothing.

For some Halloween history, here’s Concerning Halloween by James B. Jordan.

Shame on those of us evangelicals who allowed Halloween to be taken away from families and many communities, all because we prefer to believe that life is a Frank Paretti novel. From iMonk’s Annual Halloween Rant.

Elizabeth Esther: This year, in fact, I actually laughed and chortled and giggled with sheer delight at the haunted houses, the creepy villains, the grim reapers. I laugh because I know why the darkness rages: it’s been defeated…O death, where is thy victory? O grave, where is thy sting? 

*Updated to add: My mom, who I think must be my most loyal reader, informed me that we did in fact carve jack o’ lanterns a couple times in my childhood. I have absolutely no memory of this but I’m going to take her word for it :)

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Lessons Learned

I was not one of those people who could eat the meat and spit out the bones when I read or listened to patriocentric authors, bloggers, and speakers. And I’ve never been a person to do things halfway regarding issues of great importance to me. I was only 18 years old when I got married and began my journey into patriocentricity by reading The Way Home by Mary Pride. A year later, at 19, I became a mother and discovered Michael Pearl and To Train Up A Child.  After that I was hooked and became a steady consumer of all things relating to the “biblical” homeschool lifestyle, especially materials and websites related to Above Rubies, No Greater Joy, and Vision Forum. I was young, naive, idealistic, and clueless.

I can’t blame my parents for my mistakes because (praise the Lord!) they did not raise me to be a homemaker (though my mom was a homemaker, for which I’m very grateful!) or teach me about courtship (though I was committed to abstinence before marriage) or insist I stay at home, eschewing college life and a job outside the home in order to help raise my younger siblings and be my dad’s helpmeet. I had a very healthy, normal, Christian upbringing for which I’m incredibly grateful. My parents loved me, taught me about Jesus, took me to church, supported me in my interests, sacrificed to send me to Christian school (and one year of homeschooling), and, as an older teenager, let me make my own decisions about my life. I couldn’t have asked for better parents or a better childhood!

I can’t blame my husband either. He was only 19 when we married, struggling with issues of his own regarding faith and salvation and false teachings that took years to work through. I was the one who was a whiz at Bible trivia and had memorized huge chunks of scripture and had devotional time every day like clockwork so he just assumed I knew what I was talking about and put up little resistance to the ideas I was gleaning from homeschooling books, magazines and websites.

You know the story about the frog being slowly boiled to death? That was me. I had no idea, at 18 years of age, that over the next decade of my life the movement I was embracing would cause me to

  • spank my two year old daughter, who would frequently wake up crying in the night, for continuing to cry and not go back to sleep when told (oh how I wish I could go back…I would rock her and sing her back to sleep or read to her until she was sleepy instead of giving her harsh commands in the middle of the night and spanking her when she didn’t obey)
  • seek out male professionals (such as doctors, realtors, etc) rather than female because every woman should be a homemaker and I didn’t want to support women who were being disobedient to the Word
  • criticize women who ran for public office (again, they ought to be homemakers–public office, whether county commissioner or vice president, is man’s sphere)
  • consider an ideal church to be one run solely by men so that the women would be free to remain silent
  • view my husband as my priest, prophet, and king–essentially a mediator between myself and God (though I never would have said that!)
  • advise people who told me that the methods in To Train Up A Child weren’t working for their kid, “You’re not spanking hard enough. Light spankings will only make them mad, not submissive” and give them a plumbing supply line because I thought it was more effective than a wooden spoon
  • be critical of teenage girls or women who wanted to work outside the home, believing this made them a helpmeet to a man other than their father or husband
  • refuse to put my babies and toddlers in the church nursery, preferring instead to make frequent trips out to the car in order to spank them for not being quiet during church
  • Though I did vote, I believed that the world was a better place when women couldn’t vote. Feminism, so I thought, was the root of all evil

I didn’t come up with these ideas on my own but I blame myself more than anyone else for the years of bondage I lived through. False teachers will always be around…it was my responsibility to follow Christ alone and hear only His voice and I had to bear the consequences of not doing that. I hurt the ones I love most–my children. My husband and I struggled in our marriage, each trying to act out the roles of biblical manhood and womanhood. I was harsh and critical in my thoughts toward others.  I pasted on a smile and endeavored to maintain a pristine image and be a good advertisement for the homeschooling, patriocentric lifestyle so that others would be drawn to this “biblical” way of life. I was unhappy and depressed but I tried to never let on to others how confused I felt.

So if I seem a bit over-zealous in my criticisms at times, it’s because I’ve experienced first-hand the pain caused by swallowing and digesting patriocentric teachings, meat and bones. I wasted a lot of years trying to put the cart before the horse, making obedience and godliness my goal instead of simply seeking Jesus first and allowing Him to lead me into the good works He had planned for me–unique work, especially suited to me and my family. No one else can tell me how I can best glorify God because no one else has any idea, though many think they do!

Call nobody here your teacher, child
My anointing shouldn’t be defiled
Let the heart I gave be free and wild
You come follow Me

Woven words that make a lie
Webs to capture and control
Like a net that’s thrown on high
And settles down upon the soul

So when you see them set the snare
Spread your wings and fly away!
A cage awaits you there!
Freedom’s in the words I say

Call nobody here your leader, child
Flesh and spirit can’t be reconciled
Let the heart I gave be free and wild
You come follow Me
(Don Francisco, album Grace on Grace)

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Burdens Are Lifted At Calvary

I’m still getting used to living life without the demon of fear crouching on my shoulder, whispering threats in my ear at every turn, reminding me of what the “experts” say, coercing me into making safe decisions rather than wise decisions.

Jesus has given me a taste of the free, abundant life available in Him. Over and over He comforts Don’t be afraid. Fear not. I have not given you the spirit of fear. 

  • I’m no longer afraid that my family will be riddled with health problems or chronic disease if I don’t grind our grain, grow our food, drink raw milk, avoid all sweets and junk food, and prepare all our meals from scratch WAPF-style.
  • I’m no longer afraid that the liberals, or worse, the Muslims, will take over the United States if I don’t do my part to outnumber them through militant fecundity–birthing and raising as many Christian warriors for Christ as I possibly can.
  • I’m no longer afraid that my children will learn rebellion and walk away from God if I don’t perfectly submit, Debi Pearl style, to my husband and spank them for the slightest bad attitude or delay in obedience.
  • I’m no longer afraid that reading or watching Harry Potter will turn my kids into occultists. Or that sleepovers with trusted friends will be the ruin of them.
  • I’m no longer afraid to wear a swimsuit or shorts and a tank top (check out my modesty series for more on this topic).
  • I’m no longer afraid of end-of-the-world scenarios. Yes, natural disasters may occur, the end of the United States (as we know it) may be just around the corner, but I’m no longer trusting in my own homesteading skills, emergency preparedness, or food stores to save me. Instead I’m taking Christ at His Word:

do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

  • I’m no longer afraid that listening to Taylor Swift or watching Lost will “feed my flesh” and lead me into sinful behavior. Or that missing my morning quiet time will cause me to be grumpy and irritable, therefore ruining my day. God’s Word is not Prozac!

Jesus is calling me to faith, not fear. To freedom, not the bondage of rules. As the hymn says, my burdens are lifted at Calvary, not added!

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Warts and All

Alyssa shared some great thoughts today about Christian growth, maturity, and keepin’ it real. (btw, if you’re unfamiliar with her courtship story it’s a must read! It’s here and here. And, as a mom of 8, her thoughts on the quiverfull movement aren’t to be missed–part 1, part 2, part 3.)

Here’s an excerpt from Alyssa’s article:

Strong is different now then what I use to think. Strong no longer means or looks like it has it all together. Strong is no longer the one with all the right words or counsel. Strong is no longer the one who always wears a smile. Strong is no longer the one who does the “right” standards. Strong isn’t the one everyone thinks it is. Strong no longer looks to me like it did…

But what might take you by surprise is that you will be curious, maybe even drawn to those who say they have the “answers” and call themselves christians – that they know all that you should and shouldn’t do to be a “good” christian – and have the “proof” that it’s right by their outward amazingly well-behaved self.

So true. I prefer to hang out with and learn from real people–the ones who aren’t afraid to be themselves, warts and all! They don’t have all the answers, aren’t always smiling (because, really, sometimes life stinks), and readily admit to their mistakes and shortcomings. The ones who are humble enough to say “I don’t know.”

High outward standards characterize the life of the weaker brother, not the stronger one (Romans 14). 

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Michael Pearl in the News

I finally watched Michael Pearl’s recent appearance on the Today Show, as well as his interview along with Elizabeth Esther on the Anderson Cooper show.

Michael Pearl and the media seem content to keep discussing spanking vs. not spanking instead of focusing on the real issue here–repetitive spankings intended to break a child’s will. I thought Elizabeth Esther did a great job of zeroing in on this. Michael Pearl spouts spanking statistics without acknowledging the fact that the vast majority of parents who spank do not do so in the manner he outlines in To Train Up A Child. In Michael Pearl’s methodology, spanking is not a one-time consequence for disobedience but a means of wearing down the child’s spirit…“spank him until he’s totally broken.” 

I thought I’d share a letter I wrote last summer to my local Christian homeschool group’s email list. The discussion had been sparked by a link to the videos of CNN’s investigation in August 2011. Some spoke in defense of Michael Pearl, claiming that his teachings are biblical and that the Schatz girls suffered from a pre-existing condition called rhabdomyolysis. I felt I had no choice but to speak out against this misinformation so I composed this reply:

“I am not anti-spanking and I don’t enjoy seeing the media put their liberal spin on the topic either. But where the Pearls are concerned the issue goes beyond spanking vs. not spanking. I don’t mean to be argumentative, but just honestly share my family’s journey and the details I’ve learned about the Schatz case, a story I’ve been  following with interest for over a year.

I read Michael Pearl’s book To Train Up A Child back in 1999. As a new wife and mom (my firstborn was 7 or 8 months old), I was very eager to do things right. We attended their child training seminar in the late 90s, I read their marriage/parenting books, watched their videos and read their newsletter for 10 years.

We had a collection of 1/4″ plastic plumbing supply lines in varying sizes–shorter ones for the glove box of each vehicle, and longer ones for each room in the house. The supply lines served as our “rod of discipline,” as Michael Pearl suggested. We were frequently complimented on our well-behaved children (behavior modification does work) and I was a big fan of No Greater Joy…until the spring of 2010 when I learned about Lydia Schatz. I knew the Pearls did not advocate child abuse, and in fact speak against it, so I began looking into this issue on the internet.

I had never paid much attention to the Pearls’ theology before but during my research I learned that Michael Pearl 1. Denies the doctrine of original sin, 2. Has a gnostic view of sin nature (sin works only in our bodies), and 3. Believes in sinless perfection (we are instantly sanctified when we are born again and from then on we sin no more).

Catez Stevens has listened to the sermons of Michael Pearl and points out the doctrinal errors. (I don’t know Catez Stevens from adam so don’t take this as a blanket endorsement!)

Also, there’s a free e-book which examines the false doctrine of Michael Pearl. This book is extremely thorough and I highly recommend it.

The Pearls do recommend using plastic plumbing supply line as a spanking instrument, exactly the same instrument used to spank Lydia to death. And the district attorney in the case stated that there is a direct connection between Michael Pearl’s book and Lydia’s death. Yes, the Schatzes are certainly responsible for their own actions. But it is possible that someone with no discernment could overdo the Pearls’ advice to spank until the child is broken. Michael Pearl himself warns that the battle of wills can sometimes take awhile. But what if the child never gives that submissive whimper? When exactly are you supposed to stop before it crosses the line into abuse? TTUAC never clarifies this. For example (this is from the version of TTUAC that was found in the Schatz home, emphasis mine):

If he continues to show defiance by jerking around and defending himself, or by expressing anger, wait a moment, lecture again, and again spank him until it’s obvious he’s totally broken.(To Train Up A Child, p59)

Switch him 8-10 times on his bare legs or bottom. While waiting for the pain to subside, speak calm words of rebuke. If his crying turns to a true, wounded, submissive whimper, you have conquered; he has submitted his will. If his crying is still defiant, protesting, and other than a response to pain, spank him again. If this is the first time he’s come up against someone tougher than he is, it may take awhile…if you stop before he is voluntarily submissive, you have confirmed to him the value and effectiveness of a screaming protest! (TTUAC p80)

If you have to sit on him to spank him, then do not hesitate. And hold him there until he has surrendered. Prove that you are bigger, tougher, more patiently enduring, and are unmoved by his wailing. Defeat him totally…A general rule is to continue the disciplinary action until the child has surrendered. (TTUAC p46)

Rhabdomyolysis is caused by damage to the muscle tissue, usually caused by trauma such as a car accident. It was not exacerbated by the spanking, it was caused by the spanking. If it were a pre-existing condition surely Kevin Schatz’ attorney, Michael Harvey, would’ve mentioned that fact. Instead, according to the Contra Costa Times, he said in regard to rhabdomyolysis, “most know it’s inappropriate to shake a baby, but few had heard of the medical condition that could be caused by Schatzes’ disciplinary method.

Were we abusive during our Pearl years? No. But our parenting was graceless and my heart aches to remember how I used to parent my children, thinking I had their best interests at heart. Anything less than first time obedience was disciplined for as disobedience (I’m glad God doesn’t treat me this way!) We expected behavior out of our children that, realistically, they were too immature to give. We used the rod as our first (and pretty much only) form of discipline. I rarely gave my babies pacifiers because Michael Pearl teaches that this is rewarding self-indulgence and leads to intemperance/overeating later in life. I stuffed down my motherly instincts when it came to training and discipline–I didn’t want to be that weak, emotional mother that Michael Pearl describes as loving herself more than her children. For the sake of my children’s souls I had to be tough and unrelenting, “a cold rock of justice,” to put it in Michael Pearl’s words.

In His mercy, God has drastically changed my perspective on parenting. Studying how God parents His children has been key for me. Sally Clarkson has some great thoughts on parenting with faith and grace as opposed to performance-based training. Also, I’ve been reading a parenting book by Elyse Fitzpatrick called Give Them Grace and it’s excellent so far. [edited to add: at the time I wrote this I hadn't read Grace Based Parenting by Tim Kimmel. Although I did enjoy Give Them Grace, Kimmel's book is far better!]

I don’t claim to have all the answers and I’m not trying to tell anyone how to live. I completely respect parents’ right to raise their family as they feel led. In our case, my family decided a graceless system rooted in false doctrines should not be used as a guidebook for our Christian parenting.” 

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A Christmas Story, Part 5

The Sore Throat from Hell
The day after Christmas the festivities continued at the home of my aunt and uncle and, though I enjoyed the day, my throat became increasingly scratchy and by Tuesday was downright sore. Wednesday night my garden variety sore throat morphed into the Sore Throat from Hell. I awoke in the wee hours, unable to sleep, dreading every torturous swallow of saliva.

Desperate for relief, I crept to the kitchen and mixed up a large mug of this concotion, which promised to “numb the inflamed tissues of your throat.” I have to admit that swallowing a teaspoon of cayenne pepper did indeed have a numbing effect on my throat!

As the week continued, I developed a nasty cough (in addition to the hellish sore throat) which made getting a full night’s sleep impossible. My mom, sister, daughter, and I did do some shopping and go to a movie (War Horse–it was excellent!), but between illness and the uncooperative weather it became obvious that my recreational plans for that week were not going to happen.

On New Year’s Eve we had a houseful of family and friends, hors d’oeuvres, and games. The fireworks had never been purchased, but thankfully Grandma had the foresight to provide poppers and confetti for the kids, most of whom we allowed to stay up until midnight. I fell asleep quickly that night, only to be jerked awake by uncontrollable coughing which only subsided after I spent an hour sitting in a recliner, sucking down spoonfuls of honey and sipping water.

By New Year’s Day I’d hit the climax of the virus and spent the afternoon in bed, weary of fighting it. We had an evening dinner (most of which my mom, thankfully, prepared!) with family and friends, followed by games and a movie. Miserably, I spent that night in the recliner, sleeping fitfully between long, violent coughing spells. Though most of my plans had come into place it was not exactly the New Year’s weekend I’d imagined!

In Conclusion
Looking back over the ups and downs of December, it’s obvious that if everything gone according to plan I would’ve missed out on the the loveliest blessings of my holiday season!

  • My husband, stepping in to fill my shoes when I couldn’t carry on.
  • Visiting friends and family, graciously fending for themselves (and not expecting me to be Martha Stewart!) so that I could sleep in and take naps while fighting the virus.
  • My children, good-naturedly accepting the fact that I had to miss their speech competition and violin recital.
  • The first week of 2012 which was, for the most part, blissfully free of our usual activities giving me some much needed downtime.

So that’s the story of my wonderfully imperfect holiday season, through which God reminded me that the fun and traditions of Christmas, while valuable, aren’t the most important things. Love and self-sacrifice motivated that First Christmas, when the Word became flesh, and any season characterized by these traits is magical indeed.

 

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A Christmas Story, Part 4

Christmas Eve
Christmas weekend had finally arrived! After giving the main areas of our house a “good enough” cleaning, we all went out for rollerskating and ice cream. That evening we enjoyed food and gifts with my husband’s extended family, getting back quite late. On the drive home we listened to The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey, a sweet but slow-moving story that put half the kids to sleep!

Instead of reading the Christmas Story around the fire that night we sent our groggy children to bed. We had presents to wrap and food to prepare and so we set to work. Two hours later, the Christmas tree surrounded by gifts, two weary parents dragged themselves to bed leaving the breakfast casserole unmade. It won’t be the end of the world if we eat cereal for Christmas breakfast, I rationalized, knowing I wouldn’t have time the next morning to prepare a hot meal.

Christmas Morning
At 8am the house was silent. I climbed out of bed, straining to catch the excited chattering of children’s voices but, hearing nothing, I left my hubby snoozing in bed and hopped in the shower to get ready for church. As I made my way downstairs I could smell bacon sizzling and coffee perking–my husband had started breakfast while I’d been showering!

My daughter read Luke 2 aloud to us all and, after opening presents, we rushed off to church, leaving the aftermath of Christmas morning strewn all over our living room! I did take a minute to pop Christmas dinner into the oven so it would be hot and ready to eat when we arrived home.

My parents and sister arrived and we feasted, opened gifts, went for a hike, and ended the day with pumpkin pie and Christmas with the Kranks, surrounded by empty boxes and garbage bags bulging with wrapping paper. It had been a great day and I was looking forward to a great week with my relatives, thankful that my storybook Christmas was, for the most part, starting to come together!

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A Christmas Story, Part 3

A Little R & R
After the incident at the speech competition I resigned myself to the fact that I was indeed experiencing panic attacks. I knew how essential it was for me to rest and, sadly, give up caffeine, which exacerbates the symptoms. That week my husband took over my responsibilities, including taking our kids to their violin recital, so I could stay home and recuperate.

We were now only a week away from Christmas and so far nothing had gone according to plan! I knew it would be months before my health recovered completely from the panic attacks, but I felt more rested than I had in weeks. So, optimistically, I set out to salvage what was left of December.

Most of the decorations found their way out of the attic and around the interior of our home, but the porch was bare and uninviting until 3 days before Christmas when my oldest son, his schedule finally free, strung some lights.

The younger kids and I baked Christmas cookies, enough for the various parties we were attending and/or hosting Christmas weekend, but not nearly as many as I’d planned. Music teachers and postal workers who’d been slated to receive tins bursting with homemade Christmas goodies would have to make do with gift cards.

Thanks to Amazon Prime the Christmas shopping did get accomplished!

I dedicated the eve of Christmas Eve to cooking Christmas dinner so that I wouldn’t have to spend Christmas Day enslaved in the kitchen. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and pies were all prepared and safely tucked into the refrigerator. Things were looking up!

 

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