Archive for December, 2006

A Chuck E. Cheese kind of God

Devotional from the book Keeping God in the Small Stuff:


No Limits The love of God has no limits.

Human love is conditional. Whether we’re dealing with a friendship or a marriage, our commitments will only go so far. Friendships fail and marriages end in divorce because one can no longer tolerate the other.

But God’s love is unconditional. He loved us before we were even interested in him. He continues to love us even as we disappoint Him with out immature attitudes. And His love for us prevails although our conduct may offend Him. There is nothing we could do that would make God love us less.

God’s love extends to us in full measure. It is not distributed in small portions as we earn “spiritual brownie points” if we are good deed doers. There is nothing we can do to make God love us more.

God loves us unconditionally even though He knows we can’t love Him back to that extent. That’s what makes His love so perfect.

Whether we are high above the sky or in the deepest ocean, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:39

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Personal reflection:

As I read the line “spiritual brownie points” above I recalled the image that God brought to my mind weeks ago – allow me to illustrate.

Remember as a kid going to the Chuck E. Cheese and earning all those tickets?? Remember being certain you were going to get a handful of tickets for your efforts and occasionally not receiving any at all?? Remember pushing all the tickets into every pocket available for stuffing?? Remember laying out the tickets and counting them one by one…the coveted LONG strands that were so great because that meant you did a really GREAT job to earn so many…and the piddly singles that never seemed to add up to quite enough?? Remember gazing at the prize cabinet…and even up to the prize wall?? Remember not even turning them in for the piddly prizes because you were saving up for the BIG prizes on the wall??

Some people think we have a Chuck E. Cheese kind of God. That He is standing behind the counter guarding His “Wall of Blessings”. That we can look but will not receive unless we earn enough “perseverance and good deed tickets”.

Imagine such a thing…here we are going through life doing good deeds and earning our tickets. Sometimes we do something really good and out comes the coveted LONG strand of good deed tickets! Sometimes we put forth great effort but not a single good deed ticket is produced and we are rewarded with the mere frustration of our insufficiency. However, we know that if we persevere and continue to do enough good deeds we could pocket those occasional perseverance tickets that would add up to something worthwhile in the end. Imagine taking all your tickets and stashing them away, hoarding them for the eventual personal satisfaction you’ll receive one day.

The day arrives and off you go, pockets bulging and anticipation high! You’re willing to bet you may even be able to get one of those really GREAT blessings on the blessing wall! You wait in line thinking about all those people in front of you and wondering how long they have been saving up for this day. You walk up to the counter, present all your tickets to God, certain that the more you pull out of your pocket, the more impressed He becomes…counting them one after another, after another until you’ve calculated all your good deed tickets and perseverance tickets. Your eyes climb the wall to the top where the best blessings reside. You’re sure you must have enough perseverance tickets to earn that long-awaited Godly spouse. Or maybe earned enough good deed tickets to finally get that mission field opportunity! You are nervous with excitement…

Your eyes scan for the price, shifting back and forth, but it can’t be found. Where could it be?? How much does it cost?! You have waited this long, put forth this much effort, persevered and done good deed after good deed all for the purpose of claiming your prize and now a nervous anxiety grows up inside of you. Your gut reaction is one of anger, “God, where are the prices??!! How do I know if I have earned enough?! I have been waiting for this day to come and claim my blessings and I have no idea if I have enough!! “

“My child, why is this the first time you have come to me? Why have you waited so long? Every day I have longed for you to come to me and simply ask, ‘Lord bless me, indeed!’ You will find no price upon my blessings. Their value is not made perfect through your payment, but rather through My timing.”

God has no use for your perseverance and good deed tickets. He is not looking for those who are hoarding their talons. Thank the Lord that your tickets are worthless and that the fact is that the blessings are free! Thank the Lord that He doesn’t want to give you what you have earned or even what you deserve!

Have you been saving up your good deed and perseverance tickets to present to God?

God’s saving grace is a gift, not one that can be earned, we all know this if we are truly saved. However, we so often stubbornly maintain our human mindset that we somehow have the ability to earn the blessings of God. Do not present your good deeds and perseverance as an offering to the Lord. It is your life He requires…love keeps no record of wrongs and humility keeps no record of rights. God will prove to you that when you wrap your arms around His will there are no hands to grab your good deed and perseverance tickets and better yet, no need to. Lay down your rights and pick up your cross.

God’s blessings are never out of reach.

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Hellow frm th dumest stayt in publik edukashion.

So, today I did a search on the internet for the top ranked state in relation to public education. Although my hubby and I had realized our state was previously ranked 48th in the nation, we realized just how well we aim for the bottom bar when we realized we are 50th in the nation this year according to Morgan Quinto Press.

Now, don’t get me wrong – I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate the efforts of the hard-working and highly dedicated teachers of our state! I know many of them personally and the passion that they hold for improving individual lives, if not the school system as a whole is unmistakenly evident. Our state is also faced with the very real challenges of border immigrants who come to Arizona speaking a foreign language which further inhibits their children from immediately excelling in the public school system. All of this, in spite of the fact that our teachers have very often become the disciplinarians (or frazzled in frustration because of their inability to be) as well as the sole encouragement a lot of these children receive simply because we are raising self-reliant individuals who are expected to thrive in the midst of minimal relational interaction because parents have been swallowed by the “two income family” reality.

I have to tell you that the factor that I believe weighs most heavily upon most of the border states’ ranking has to do with immigration, largely due to illegal immigration. I took the ten states with the highest legal immigration populations and evaluated their ranking in comparison to their geographic location. Almost all of the southern border states are in the the lower 60 percentile with the exception of Texas which is currently 24th. However, the states with the highest immigration population weren’t limited to the southern US border. In fact, NY (10th) and NJ (4th) were among them but still managed to rank in the top ten! So, what is the difference?

Take a look for yourself. The following ten states (listed in descending order according to immigration population) have the highest immigration statistics and are followed by their educational ranking as well as the origin of their highest immigration population.

California ranks 46th with 36% of their legal immigration originating from Mexico.
Texas ranks 24th with 51% of their legal immigration originating from Mexico.
New York ranks 10th with 9% of their legal immigration originating from India.
Illinois ranks 32nd with 24% of their legal immigration originating from Mexico.
Florida ranks 36th with 25% of their legal immigration originating from Cuba.
Arizona ranks 50th with 47% of their legal immigration originating from Mexico.
Georgia ranks 40th with 15% of their legal immigration originating from Mexico.
New Jersey ranks 4th with 17% of their legal immigration originating from India.
North Carolina ranks 22nd with 17% of their legal immigration originating from Mexico.
Colorado ranks 23rd with 32% of their legal immigration originating from Mexico.

These stats showed me that New York and New Jersey probably didn’t have a miracle education reform in as much as the immigrants that are most prevalent are from countries that value and instill education and English as a second (third or fourth) language from a very young age; keeping in mind that China is also among their highest number of immigrants. So, the bottom line is how can we place blame on teachers who are faced with classrooms filled with students who are desperately trying to interpret English, outside of the expectation that they will also interpret concepts conveyed in English?!

So, take a look at the list below to find out where your state ranks according to our nation’s educational standards. (The links will take you to your state’s board of education.)

Say a prayer for our teachers.

And someone PLEASE dig around and tell me what in the world Texas is doing right to rank 24th with the odds stacked against them!

© Victoria Sheahan, 2005

1. Vermont
2. Connecticut
3. Massachusetts
4. New Jersey
5. Maine
6. Minnesota
7. Virginia
8. Wisconsin
9. Montana
10. New York
11.Pennsylvania
12. Nebraska
13. Kansas
14. Iowa
15. New Hampshire
16. Rhode Island
17. Wyoming
18. South Dakota
19. Maryland
20. North Dakota
21. Missouri
22. North Carolina
23. Colorado
24. Texas
25. Delaware
26. Indiana
27. Michigan
28. Idaho
29. South Carolina
30. Washington
31. Ohio
32. Illinois
33. Utah
34. West Virginia
35. Kentucky
36. Florida
37. Arkansas
38. Oregon
39. Oklahoma
40. Georgia
41. Tennessee
42. Hawaii
43. Alabama
44. Alaska
45. Louisiana
46. California
47. Nevada
48. New Mexico
49. Mississippi
50. Arizona

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Helping : Orphaned by AIDS; adopted by God.

Bowl Hug Helping Hands

 

We often forget the true definition of “reality” cannot be defined by our own. -victoria sheahan

I have been burdened to share a bit about Helping Hands, a ministry serving those children orphaned to AIDS. I was so blessed to go to Mafikeng, South Africa the summer of 2004. The transpiring of this arrival, in and of itself, is a gift from God that I will never forget and one that I could never do justice through mere words. I have had a heart for the people of Africa as far back as I can remember. It was an intrigue that kept me intent in the eyes of National Geographic photos for hours on end. I could see a story in the eyes of its people that was far beyond the words on the page. It struck my soul and gave me a fire that would be ignited physically and undeniably as an adult.

The child you see above is standing in a line to receive her one meal for the day. She clings tightly to her bowl, for it is the prized possession that guarantees her meal. But even “guarantee” is a false hope if you are one of the children that remain when the last has been scraped from the bottom of the pot. The need is overwhelming, hope a neccessity, and the smiles are those of children who find peace in the embraces of strangers. The arms of a stranger who give hugs that feel so much like those they received from their own parents once upon a time.

“Once upon a time” has always seemed to convey the beginning of a story of hope…one that happened long ago and has since faded from the memory but was reawakened by the mere utterance of four magical words. But the embrace of a mother or father that happened “once upon a time” brings tears to the eyes of the child who realizes that those words hold no magic to bring them back.

Helping Hands strives to write a new story for these children. They long to breathe hope back into the words “once upon a time”. They long to share the most powerful, life-changing, and magical “once upon a time” life of Jesus Christ; the author of our hope. Helping Hands feeds well over one thousand orphans and they aspire to be blessed with the ability to feed many more. I am sure there are a number of people who wonder why we went all the way to South Africa, and I do have so much to say about this topic, but I can sum it up by simply saying this: there are more orphans than there are arms to hold them and this is a hunger even deeper than the one that pains their bellies at night. If you would like to learn more about Helping Hands and the opportunities available to you to minister to the children of South Africa, check out their website…

“I asked, ‘Why doesn’t somebody do something?’ and then I realized I was somebody.” – unknown

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a mischievous little fairy

Yesterday thudding tumbles and shrills of laughter beckoned my husband up the stairs to find two silently stunned little girls staring at a shattered collection of pinks and blues, and one silent fairy. Now, I’m fully aware of Tinkerbell’s reputation and she is the only mute that I would confidently consider nothing less than loquacious! She never fails to escape harm and last night was no different. For the last year she has behaved quite properly by residing happily atop her delicate pink bulb. And while I still don’t know the truth behind yesterday’s demolition of her home, I am certain of one thing…she saw it coming because she escaped without so much as a scratch!

Tinkerbell Carnage BW

Now when hubby brought her down the stairs and set her on the kitchen counter, I thought her waggery was complete. However, this morning our youngest was moving a dish from the sink, and though she has never broken a dish to date, the tell-tale chimes of shattering glass rang out. Of course Tinkerbell sat unassumingly in the corner and I can’t be certain whether the smirk of satisfaction adorning her face was an admission of involvement, so there she sits without consequence.

However, this evening she appeared quite pensive among her carnage…so we’ll permit her to stay another day.

Tinkerbell Carnage Color

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“believe”

What a powerful word “believe” is. It’s one of those words that conjures up a thousand different images. This time of year it is easy to read that word and hear it whispered to you from the pages of a book likened to “The Polar Express” or “The Night Before Christmas”. The word can also breathe life into those things we believed as a child:


“my dad used to tell me that if you pointed at things, you were poking holes in the air and the fairies/birds would trip over them.i’m still hesitant to poke holes..”

“I used to believe that there was a magical ingredient in birthday cakes that allowed you to age another year, and that’s why you had to eat it.”

“I used to believe that my parents relied on me to make the traffic lights green. I would do this by absorbing the green from trees and grass with my eyes and beam it into the traffic lights. If i was given enough time i had a 100% success rate.”

You might find that this single word forges deep, philosophical rivers of uncertainty. “What do I believe?” Rivers that pool into streams you may have never visited, that beg the answers to “Why do I believe?”

I believe the Bible is the living, God-breathed word of my Creator and Savior and here are some of the reasons why.

The Bible was written over a 1,500 year span by more than 40 authors from all walks of life, written at different times during different stages of life, on 3 continents in 3 languages, and yet its writings embodied conformity on many controversial topics.

The Bible spoke of the spherical form of the earth in Isaiah 40:22 (written around 700 BC), “He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth“, while Copernicus wasn’t credited with this confirmation until 1543.

The Bible spoke of the existence of atoms in Hebrews 11:3 (written around 70 AD), “By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible“, while this was not discovered by John Dalton until 1803.

The Bible spoke of the earth’s suspension in space in Job 26:7 (written around 2000 BC), “He spreads out the northern skies over empty spaces; He suspends the earth over nothing“, while Copernicus discovered this in 1543.

Prophecies fulfilled (just a few):

The son of God will be born in Bethlehem…Micah 5:2
He will be preceded by a messenger…Isaiah 40:3
He will enter Jerusalem on a donkey…Zechariah 9:19
His hands and feet will be pierced…Psalm 22:16
He will be sold for 30 pieces of silver…Zechariah 11:12
He will be silent before His accusers…Isaiah 53:7
He will be crucified with thieves…Isaiah 53:12

For all those who once believed in the impossibilities of a fat and jolly old elf squeezing down a chimney that had a hole no bigger than a basketball…
May you be inspired by the life of a bishop who lived for the glorification of Christ only a few hundred years after his death and resurrection.

For all of those who once believed factories make clouds, mirrors are windows to other worlds, toys come alive at night while you sleep, or cash from the ATM was free money…
May you marvel at the ingenuity of the human mind to invent fantastical realities AND fantastical stories.

For all those who believe that God is their cosmic Mr. Fix-It just waiting to “get ‘er done” for you, an order-taker waiting to fulfill your every desire, a mafia man waiting for the perfect hit to take you out, or a love child who stands for nothing and accepts everything with an “it’s all good” attitude…
May you be captivated by the birth of a child who lived for the purpose of dying for you.



This Christmas, may you truly believe.

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St. Nicholas

The truth about Santa Claus

It’s been a long journey from the Fourth Century Bishop of Myra, St. Nicholas, who showed his devotion to God in extraordinary kindness and generosity, to America’s jolly Santa Claus. However, if you peel back the accretions he is still Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, whose caring surprises continue to model true giving and faithfulness.

There is growing interest in reclaiming the original saint in the United States to help restore the spiritual dimension of this festive time. For indeed, St. Nicholas, lover of the poor and patron saint of children, is a model of how Christians are meant to live. A bishop, Nicholas put Jesus Christ at the center of his life, his ministry, his entire existence. Families, churches, and schools are embracing true St Nicholas traditions as one way to claim the true center of Christmas—the birth of Jesus. Such a focus helps restore balance to increasingly materialistic and stress-filled Advent and Christmas seasons.

The evolution of St. Nicholas to Santa Claus

In January 1809, Washington Irving joined the society and on St. Nicholas Day that year he published the satirical fiction, Knickerbocker’s History of New York, with numerous references to a jolly St. Nicholas character. This was not a saintly bishop, rather an elfin Dutch burgher with a clay pipe. These delightful flights of imagination are the origin of the New Amsterdam St. Nicholas legends: that the first Dutch emigrant ship had a figurehead of St. Nicholas; that St. Nicholas Day was observed in the colony; that the first church was dedicated to him; and that St. Nicholas comes down chimneys to bring gifts. Irving’s work was regarded as the “first notable work of imagination in the New World.”

The jolly elf image received a big boost in 1823, from a poem destined to become immensely popular, “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” now better known as “The Night Before Christmas.”

 

The true story of Santa Claus begins with Nicholas, who was born during the third century in the village of Patara. At the time the area was Greek and is now on the southern coast of Turkey. His wealthy parents, who raised him to be a devout Christian, died in an epidemic while Nicholas was still young. Obeying Jesus’ words to “sell what you own and give the money to the poor,” Nicholas used his whole inheritance to assist the needy, the sick, and the suffering. He dedicated his life to serving God and was made Bishop of Myra while still a young man. Bishop Nicholas became known throughout the land for his generosity to the those in need, his love for children, and his concern for sailors and ships.

  

One of the most famous legends about his life tells of a poor man who was unable to provide dowries for his three daughters. If he couldn’t get them married, he’d have to sell them into slavery. Hearing of the family’s predicament, Nicholas took a bag (or a sock, as some versions have it) of gold, enough for a dowry, and tossed it into the family’s house through the window (or down the chimney). He repeated his anonymous gift for each of the daughters, enabling the girls to marry.

Many of the fun activities that we now associate with the holidays arise from commemorations of Saint Nicholas. Our practice of giving gifts at Christmas time came from the commemoration of the dowries, as well as the gifts of the Magi. The foil-covered chocolate coins that find their way into Christmas stockings are reminiscent of the dowries, as are the stockings themselves. And when we awake to find gifts that arrived anonymously in the night, we can recall the socks full of gold that came through the chimney (or the window) to save the lives of the three young women.

Q: How did he evolve into the present-day Santa Claus?

Seal: The love of Nicholas kept his cult alive up until the late 18th century in Manhattan, where a re-versioning of Santa Claus occurred.

The name “Santa Claus” is an American accented version of the Dutch “Sinterklaas.” St. Nicholas and Santa Claus are the same person, but many people don’t realize that. They are one in the same, but they look different because they are at different points in his posthumous evolution.

We don’t know when the idea was carried from Northern Europe to New Amsterdam, now Manhattan. It’s safe to say he came with early settlers as a fake memory and was then dormant in North America until the late 18th century.

What happened then was that gift giving, which had been until that time a local and seasonal exchange of homemade objects, exploded into something bigger. Mass manufacturing began, retail shops opened, toys became available from Northern Europe, and books, musical instruments and linens all became purchasable.

The effect this had was that gift-giving customs were transformed out of all recognition. This caused the need for a providing spirit of gift giving. St. Nicholas was the gift giver from the old world in the Dutch and English traditions; they didn’t have to think back too far to remember him.

People in the late 18th century popularized the idea of Santa Claus, but not too deliberately at that time for commercialization. He began to emerge then and his name gradually changed into Santa Claus.

In the 1820s he began to acquire the recognizable trappings: reindeer, sleigh, bells. They are simply the actual bearings in the world from which he emerged. At that time, sleighs were how you got about Manhattan.

The poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” also known as “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,” debuted in 1822 and described all his details. He smoked a pipe then, but was well on the way to be the figure we know now.

As all these elements took shape around him, he became more and more associated with commercialism, which is understandable but a corruption of what he originally meant. In the medieval period he was a symbol and icon of charity. I am not sure that is true anymore; he seems to be a strange mixture of charity and rampant commercialism.

 

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