Wednesday, September 27, 2006
On the days that Gabe goes to work, my morning starts around 7am when he leaves. I'm "on duty" until he comes back home, at which point I generally crash and inform him that Jonathan is his son. ;) Anyway, I realized today that always, every day, around 2pm or 3pm I start checking the clock and counting the hours. It is like being at work and knowing that 5pm is getting closer - it gives you a bit of lift just knowing that you're almost done.
But at 2pm, I still have five hours to go.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I’m a protestant. I believe that there are times when you must put your foot down and say “this is heresy and cannot stand.” I also believe that history has shown that leaving the church to make your point about heresy only makes a bad situation worse. Look at the proliferation of little “denominations” (and “non-denominations”, for that matter) that have resulted from the Protestant Reformation. The splintering of God’s holy people in such a way is in direct opposition to Christ’s prayer “that we all may be one.” Instead of battling it out within the church (think: Arius vs. Athanasius) we have dismantled the church to the point where it is hardly recognizable. Now instead of having our fight and having it done, we have hundreds of denominations, many denouncing each other and crying “heresy” all the more. This is not a good result.
Martin Luther knew that leaving the church was not a good idea. He stayed until the church forced him out (granted that he was particularly inflamatory and you can hardly blame the church for not liking him!) and it was his followers who created the “denomination” as we know it.
The Episcopal church has “erred and strayed like lost sheep”. It makes me sad and angry and sometimes horrified to learn what our leadership has done and continues to do. We have gone our own way and spit in the eye of those who tried to direct us back to truth – all in the name of “listening to the Holy Spirit.” I cannot believe how patient God has been with us.
But there is good news as well. The Episcopal church has been in a steady decline for decades. Those of liberal theology are aging and not reproducing themselves; churches are slowly emptying and unable to pay the bills. The liberal church is dying by its own choices. Contrast this with Blessed Sacrament, a bastion of orthodoxy and adherence to the gospel. Here we find over fifty college students and recent graduates, drawn to the fullness of the faith. Here we find more than thirty young families, just starting out, many with multiple small children. Here also we find the elderly, a vibrant part of church life and ministry, giving their wisdom to the younger families. This is not a dying church – we are alive and growing; evangelizing and raising up children. This church which stands firmly on the solid rock of Christ’s Gospel is drawing more to Him than those churches which preach “love” without discipline, “acceptance” without commitment, and “tolerance” without truth.
Liberal theology will fail. It may take many more decades, but it can’t stay on the path it is on and continue forever. I want to be there when we’re the majority again.
So says the ultrasound technician, and really, it was pretty obvious. :)
I wasn't really sure that I wanted to know in advance...it was sort of fun to wonder all during my pregnancy with Jonathan. But now that I know, I think I'm glad that I do. Because this time, instead of wondering, I get to spend the next four months thinking about and talking to Thomas Nathaniel.* I'm enjoying that.
*Nathaniel? Nathanael? I don't know if we've decided on a spelling yet. What do you all think?
"Look, Jonathan, see the monkey?"
"Yes, that is his water, but do you see the monkey?"
And he was just so excited about it. :)
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Every Sunday evening Jessica and becca and I (and sometimes Lindsay, when she's in town) get together to be "intentionally friends". We were all friends in college and decided we wanted to stay friends afterward. :) They're amazing girls. (Women? I guess we're women, now.) :)
Anyway, Jonathan and Brigid (daughter to Jessica) are both toddlers now, and all of a sudden they get along famously. Jonathan is old enough to be interactive, and Brigid has been a big sister long enough to know how to be gentle and a good playmate. The result is that us grown-ups actually get to just let the kiddos play while we have good old fashioned conversation. It is lovely. :)
I'm glad that the four of us decided to stay friends. It takes work sometimes because we're not all in the same "stage" of life, and because we get tired and stressed and don't always want to get together on Sunday for dinner. But even when I'm tired and wish that I could just be by myself that evening, I'm always so very glad that we got together anyway. Friendship, real friends who love you all the time no matter what, is something worth keeping.
Becca and Jess and Lindsay, I'm glad we're friends.
Friday, September 22, 2006
You always hear "stories" about those nutty professors whose sole purpose seems to be indoctrination - but they're just funny stories, you know?
Evidently they have some basis in reality.
My brother-in-law is starting his freshman year at Cal State San Bernardino. He signed up for a basic Composition 101 sort of English class to fulfill a requirement. Only to find out that required reading for the course is Al Gore's new book, and the writing requirement is five, count them, FIVE essays on global warming.
Um. Wow. How those particular requirements will help anyone actually learn to write well is beyond me.
Oh, and my brother-in-law dropped the course. ;)
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Fr. David was telling me about a conversation he had with another priest about our church’s choice to use the Episcopal youth curriculum “Journey to Adulthood”.
Fr. D: “We’ll be using J2A, but leaving out all the parts on sexuality.”
Other priest: “Oh, why?”
Fr. D: “Because it doesn’t teach chastity.”
Other priest: “Really? I was sure chastity was one of the options!”
It is amazing to me how someone can so wholly miss the point. Chastity as “one of the options”?!?!?!?! We claim to be Christ’s church; we say we are called to holiness for crying out loud…but I guess it is just too much to expect our teens to even consider chastity as more than “one of the options” available to them.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
I am slightly ecstatic to report that our bathroom is no longer YELLOW! :)
One thing the previous owners did was to paint semi-gloss over semi-gloss...with no prep. The result was peeling paint. Lovely. As soon as we tried to sand anything, we'd end up with sheets of paint in our hands.
They also (evidently) super-glued the towel racks to the walls as well as screwing them on. So when we removed them, a good chunk of drywall came too. Christopher patched them up as best he could, and the results actually look pretty good, considering what happened!
Gabe's mom helped paint, and gave me a break from the paint fumes. :)
And...the result! It actually isn't coming out well in the photos on blogger, but the color is now a very pretty, very light blue. I believe it is called "blue rain" and it really does give that impression. I love it.
Also please note our brand new and beautiful towel ring, etc. which match the sink faucet, and the lovely shower curtain (with nary a smidge of yellow in it. :)
A few "before and after" pictures: (ok, not a few - these will take some time to load!)
This is the kitchen floor which we replaced. You can't tell in this picture, but there were cracks between each board that caught all kinds of gross stuff, and the people who put in the flooring didn't bother to put it in under the fridge or stove - it was really pretty nasty.
Tearing it out - almost as much fun as taking a sledgehammer to a wall (so says Phillip).
Flooring from the seventies. Wow.
Gabe's family came down to help, too.
And the result!
Doesn't it look lovely? It is SO easy to clean, too.
Next: pictures of the bathroom. :)
Today I've felt better, but definitely not good. So nothing really got done around the house other than trying to keep up with Jonathan. Tomorrow hopefully I will be back to normal and ready to start catching up on everything. Everything just sort of stops when Mommy gets sick! Yesterday, after staying home to take care of Jonathan (and thus take care of me!) Gabe commented "the house is falling apart! I haven't eaten vegetables for two days, and there are ants in the sink and the dishes haven't been done!" Last night I was still too sick to care. This morning I looked around and decided that I think he's right. ;)
Does anyone know how contagion (is that a word?) works with stomach flu? I don't know how long to consider myself "quarantined". Normally I'd just forget about it as soon as I felt better...but this was such an awful bug that I definitely don't want to pass it to someone else. Maybe some of you mommy readers who have been doing this longer than I have could weigh in? :)
Monday, September 11, 2006
And now I'm sick, too. Really sick. This is not my idea of a good day. :(
Sunday, September 10, 2006
So I stayed home from church with my sick bear. Gabe offered to stay home, and I know that he would have done just as good a job taking care of Jonathan, but, well, I'm his mom! So I stayed home.
You know Jonathan is sick when he voluntarily chooses to lie on the couch while you read him 10 books in a row. Or goes on a walk and voluntarily leads you home. Or wants to be danced in your arms for a long, long, long time. He was pleasant and happy, mostly, just incredibly subdued. I just put him down for a nap because he fell asleep in my arms.
If you think of it, pray for our little boy.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
But he was so quiet, for such a very long time.
That's when I realized that his mouth was stuffed with Starburst candies. You know, the ones we had lying on the table to attract people to come talk to us. He had been quietly consuming all of them within reach...paper and all. I pulled the remains of at least four out of his mouth, but I have no idea how much he actually swallowed.
He was a little crazy all afternoon - running around in circles yelling "gooee, oh eee!" over and over and over and over again. Then he slept twice as long as normal during his afternoon nap.
I think we are wise to keep sugar to a minimum for this kid!
Monday, September 04, 2006
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Friday, September 01, 2006
But oh my. Painting a room sounds so simple when you just say "yes, this weekend we're going to paint the bathroom." It isn't like that. The towel racks were glued to the wall. And not just any glue, these guys used 3M heavy duty never-will-you-get-this-off glue. We got it off, but some drywall came with it. The previous owners also painted the house right before they sold it to us. Little did we know that they skipped all the important steps like deglossing the paint and using primer. Yeah. So the current bathroom paint is peeling in sheets, and we're trying to either peel it all off or sand it off or...something. It is amazing how big a small bathroom can suddenly be when you're faced with sanding the entire surface area.
We really are making progress, mostly because my brother is an amazingly hard worker. Jonathan's bedroom is pretty much ready to actually paint - I just need to get in there and draw the line where we want the different colors of paint to switch. And the bathroom is getting better, I think, maybe. The places were the drywall came off may not look quite normal ever again, but what can you do. This isn't my "forever home" - it's just a place that I want to be nicer while I live here for a few more years. So its ok, and we're learning an awful lot. Like: next time we buy a house, we should check to see how the owners painted it, instead of just going "ooooh, ahhh" over the prettiness. We should also check the walls to make sure that they don't have 20 degree bends in them for, um, no reason that we can see. It does make you wonder. :)
Hopefully we'll be able to get the rooms at least totally prepped for painting by the end of the day. (Although at the moment, we're definitely having the post-lunch-slump and not wanting to work at all! Hence the blogging.) Tomorrow Gabe's family is coming over to spend the day helping as well, and we're going to replace the floor in the entry/kitchen area. Doesn't that sound nice when you put it that way? What we're really going to do is pry up the yucky old laminate wood, then somehow pull up not one but two layers of REALLY yucky lineoleum flooring under it. Hopefully once we do that we'll actually find the original concrete. :) The funny thing is that you can totally tell when the floor was re-done - there is really dark brown/black linoleum that was probably put in during the eighties, and under that there is this truly hideous product of the seventies. I can't even begin to describe it, and truly you probably don't want me to. :)
I'm really looking forward to having a new floor in there - right now the wood flooring doesn't even extend to the walls. I guess the previous owners didn't see any need to put flooring under the stove and refrigerator. But ours are a different shape, so the fridge wiggles and rocks when you open it (since it isn't on anything like a level surface!) and we have a lovely view of the old brown linoleum between the fridge and the stove. Besides, the current floor is full of cracks, which makes sweeping a semi-pointless endeavor - it all just goes down into the cracks. Yuck.
Anyway, I really think the end result of all this will be more than worth it. But I do wonder how in the world Dy managed to do her own remodel right up to her delivery date. I'm exhausted, and I'm not even the one doing most of the work!