Monday, December 17, 2012

The Monday After a Connecticut Friday

If remaining home with your children one, or two, or all the pre-Christmas break school days is what's required for you to grapple with and find a measure of rest & so.

Friday, December 14, 2012

To Tell The Truth

A Christian woman's thoughts on this horrific morning (Connecticut School Shooting): 

When horrific things happen: school shootings, natural disasters, etc., why do Christians seem so quick to pipe up with, “This is why...,” or, “This is what happens when....” To tell the truth, these statements make me cringe. Shake with umbrage. And trigger a vomit reflex not unlike the precipitating horror. Why do Christians—Christians not
 involved in said horror; Christians without loved ones involved in said horror; Christians far off, removed, and without any clue as to what is going on save CNN, Fox-News, or TwitterFeed, always seem to have a “Thus Saith Me the Prophet” thing to say? To denounce the spiritual state of a grieving populace—community—state--nation--continent with self-subscribed Oracle of Spiritual Discernment?

I don’t get it.

To tell the truth, I want to scream at them—shake them and bellow, “Shut up! For the love of kindness—tenderness—grace—of freaking propriety shut the hell up.” Why do Christians—North American, post-modern culture Christians—do this? It comes across as small. Souless. Ineffective. What’s the point in speaking—writing—tweeting such opinions right then--right now? Will they resurrect the dead? Breathe life back into the lungs of a man, woman, or child? Will they—in their immediacy—imbue spiritual hope? Christ hope? into the sorrowful cries of those affected? To tell the truth, I don't think so. #ToTellTheTruth

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Crabby Christmas Mom Memories

Memories, light the corners of my mind.
 Okay, it's official: the older my children have gotten the less wacko I've become during the month of December.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Dear Santa: A Grownup Christmas Wish List

Tis the Season when I channel my inner Amy Grant and share my own, albeit a bit more shallow than Amy's, grownup Christmas wish(es) list. Fra-rah-rah-rah-rah!