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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Modern Jesus

I like music. A lot. I listen to music when I work, when I drive, when I'm reading a magazine.... and I like music of all genres. Every once in a while, though, I run into a problem like the one I had today. I was driving to work mindlessly flipping through stations for something spunky for the ride. A song came on the alternative/indie station so I stopped for a listen. Then my ears perked to the lyrics.

Come on in 
Take a seat next to me 
You know we got 
We got what you need 

We may be liars 
Preachin' to choirs 
But we can 
We can sell your dreams 

You don't need sympathy 
They got a pill for everything 
Just take that dark cloud 
Ring it out to wash it now 

CHORUS
Don't pray for us 
We don't need no modern Jesus 
To roll with us 
The only road we need is never givin' up 
The only faith we have is faith in us 

We're the ones who start little fires 
Yet they burn out 
But when they're on the rise 
It can't help but shine 

And when the wave approaches 
Take our ashes to the ocean 
Who cares if hell awaits 
We're having drinks at Heaven's gates 

CHORUS 

We know that we're helpless 
At least we always assume 
But we don't need to prove nothin' to you 

Let's keep it cool 
You don't need to feel blue 
Cause we wont sell you nothin' 
You can't use 

CHORUS
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I fought the urge to change the station only because I wanted to hear the full message of the song. At the close of the last note, I shook my head and switched to another station. "I live for the applause, applause, applause.... I live for the way that you cheer and scream for me, for the applause, applause, applause." Again, I shook my head, but this time I hit the power button instead of another preset station. I sat in the silence for a moment processing what I had just heard and began to pray. This is the music of my generation (and, unfortunately, the generation succeeding mine). Media and government leaders promote self-reliance, self-promotion, and, well, just simply self. You can be what you want, do what you want, and you don't have to answer to anyone. Wrong.

It pains me to hear songs like this, to know that this is what our kids are exposed to. At the risk of sounding like that little old lady you'd roll your eyes and scoff at, this is a serious issue that needs to be addressed within our Christian homes. We can't wait until our children are older and leave their salvation in the hands of the Sunday school teachers. Even if your children are older, start now. In our home, we have a small corkboard that I use only to hang a piece of paper with one scripture written on every week. It's hung on a wall in our living room where we'll pass by every day and read it. When it's posted, we talk about what it means and how to apply it to our lives, and I encourage our son to commit it to memory. (Psalm 119:11) I failed to teach him scripture and songs as a toddler, something I've made every effort to rectify and prevent with his little sister. Now I encourage him to learn them as an example to her, so that he can help teach her as she grows older. (Proverbs 22:6)

Today I want you to think about three things.

  1. How do you view Jesus? Is He your friend? Is He your Father? Or is He just the guy that is waiting around the corner for you to screw up?
  2. How does your life portray Jesus to others?
  3. Are you teaching the children in your life about Jesus? If so, post your tips and ideas below for others to consider.
If you don't have a personal relationship with the true "modern" Jesus, feel free to contact me or post your comments and/or questions below. I'd love to chat with you about Him.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

2014 - Responsibility

That's kind of a big word- in letters and meaning. It implies maturity, presence of thought, and acknowledgement. It requires time, planning, and effort. Responsibility.

I have been mulling over what I want to do. Do I stop blogging? Do I wash my hands and walk away and pretend I never tried? It's not like anyone really reads this blog anyway. I don't have a huge following like some of my favorite blogs or even 50, for that matter. In fact, I just checked and the highest number of views I've received on any of my posts is 23. 2. 3. Twenty-three.

Then the thought occurred to me: this isn't what I want to do. I never want to stand in front of a room and talk, or in this case type, to a crowd of onlookers who would rather be eating a piece of cheesecake than listen to me drone about pantries, potlucks and pretties. I never want to trudge downstairs and cook another meal or wash another load of laundry or dishes. I'd much rather be outside playing in the snow with my kids (especially since there's been plenty lately!) or watching Downton Abbey or The Paradise and eating popcorn, scones, and chocolate chip cookies. But these are the things that make me tick, the things that inspire me, the things that I must share with the world. I have a purpose. Therefore, I have a responsibility.

I started the year in debt (collectively with Mr. Threads), in clutter, and in turmoil. How did I get here and how am I going to get myself out? I devoted this blog to discussions about how to be a "virtuous woman" and vowed to display that in every aspect and fiber of my being as I wrote what God has and is teaching me on the same subject, but as I stood in my home on January 1 and looked around me, I realized I was failing. I wasn't keeping track of our finances and racking up fees by not paying on time. I wasn't cooking or cleaning the way I should and creating more work and frustration for myself later. I understand no one has a perfect, spotless home, but when you set something down to "do it later", only to "do it later" for several more things, it all starts to pile up. Before you know it, you have, well, my house. :-\

And now, 2014. It's a new year and a fresh start and we're already through the first 37 days of it! Ladies, we have a mission to ourselves, our men, and our children, as well as our peers, bosses, etc. Let's stand up and accept it: our Responsibility. Jump into this journey with me with both feet, and let's hold on for the ride!