To Return or not?

Tonight my mother called, she needed my opinion. She informed me of how the business meeting at my home church went last week. Up for a vote were the proposed changes to the constitution, one of which was including females as deacons. The church had a talk-back session two weeks prior to the business meeting in order to allow for discussion.

The business meeting happened last Sunday. When it came time to vote for the constitution, a man stood up and said he wanted to talk. Technically, he wasn't supposed to because the dicussion had taken place earlier. He demanded that he be able to talk and wouldn't sit down. He said that he couldn't believe the subject of women as deacons or ministers had gotten this far. He stated that it was not biblical for women to be leaders and basically bullied everyone present for 10 minutes. He told the people that the subject of women as leaders, deacons, ministers, etc. should have never been brought up and since it had the leadership of the church was wrong, and doomed for hell.

To make it better, the FEMALE youth minister stood and talked about all the reasons that people should not vote for female deacons. How ironic?

Needless to say, the vote occurred and it wasn't passed. I believe that many people will leave the church.

Mom called to ask for my opinion. She feels like she and my father should leave the church. My father doesn't want to because he feels they have been members for 30 years and haven't been a part of the "business" of the church for some time. Mom feels torn. I told her I wasn't going back there and that on Christmas Eve, if they go I will stay home.

If you'd like to know why I haven't been going to church for some time, it's for reasons like this. Whose a man to tell me that women can't be spoken to by God? I just don't understand. You can use the Bible all you want as your reasoning, but if you study the Bible you would know that what you are using was not meant to exclude women for all these years afterward. Good grief.

I'm free because...

Today is Veteran's Day. U.S. President Woodrow Wilson first proclaimed an Armistice Day for November 12, 1918. The U.S. Congress passed a concurrent resolution 7 years later. Veteran's Day was officially made a federal and state holiday on May 13, 1938. The law stated that it would be on the 11th day of the 11th month. It was created to be a day dedicated to the cause of world peace.

As I think about Veteran's, I am quickly reminded of those whom I'm close to that have served in some branch of the military. My grandfather, whom I was very close to served in WWII. He wouldn't tell me much about it when I was young, only that he served, loved his men and was disturbed by many of the sights.

As I drove around freely today, worshiped in chapel, went to work, ate dinner out I remember those who have fought for my freedom.

Whether or not we agree with the war, we should all agree to support our troops.

So on this Veteran's Day, let us remember those who have fought for us. This is the day we can honor the 24.9 million military veterans.

Once I was a pumpkin...

This Friday will be October 31st. For most people that means: Halloween! I remember as a small child helping mom to pick out my costumes and getting all dressed up. I remember the costume that mom picked for me before I was old enough to help her out. I was a pumpkin. Cute as a button with the bleach blonde hair poking out from under my green hat which served as a stalk. During the early years of my trick or treating, we would go with good friends Brandon and Clay. I would go around with them in their grandmother's neighborhood and we would get as much candy as possible. We would gather back at their grandmother's for hot apple cider and we would dump our candy into piles to see who had the most or to trade for something we might like better. As my sister and I got older, we started going trick or treating with some other good friends, Brandon and Lucas. We would go all around their neighborhood and then come back and compare candy. Sometimes we would have a bonfire and make smores and other times we would just eat as much candy as we could.

However, it never failed. When we got home from trick or treating, Mom would take our candy and put it into two jars. Then it would be rationed out over time so that we didn't eat all of it at once. For the first few days it was exciting to be able to pick the candy I wanted. Then, it lost its zeal and often my jar of candy would sit for weeks or months.

I remember the simple fun we had back then. I don't remember bad things. Now, the news is full of stories about child molesters putting certain signs on their doors to keep children away. You also have to be very careful about the candy you get. Each piece must be checked to make sure that nothing has been tampered with. The other thing I hear now is that this holiday is from the devil. Most churches will not condone Halloween and will have a Fall Fest or an All Saint's Day Celebration. What's wrong with letter kids have a little Halloween fun? By the way, my second favorite holiday to decorate for is Halloween.

So, as Halloween fast approaches, let us remember the more simple times. Do you remember your favorite childhood costume? Do you remember all of the candy? What are some of your favorite memories? I sure remember the good things and not trying to stay away from child molesters or people who thought this holiday was from the devil. Whatever the case may be, I hope that whatever you do on Halloween you find joy. I'll probably be with one of my friends giving out candy to trick-or-treaters and I will love every minute of it!

It warms my heart...

Last month I read an article in the Biblical Recorder about the Women's Build for Habitat for Humanity. What caught my attention was the picture of the new homeowner on the front dressed in full hijab. She and her family are Muslim and were putting in sweat equity with North Carolina Baptist women to build a new home. I was interested in how this Christian organization was working with Muslims. I hadn't thought much more about it since then, other than the fact that it was neat. The other night as I was reading online news, I found an article on fox news about Muslims working with Habitat for Humanity to build homes. The article gave me great hope for Christians working with Muslims. It's a wonderful source of encouragement as there has been so much turmoil between Christians and Muslims and now we are finding new ways to work together. Take a look at both articles and think about how you can help. It's something we can all do. Let's learn to get along and love God.

The difference an email makes...

I've been pretty sad this week and had a lot going on in life. This weekend I took the time to hang out with friends and just take care of myself. On Friday evening I received an email that made me smile. It reminded me that I do have a purpose and I am following God's call.

Here's what it said:

Sara:

I know that you probably do not get thanked enough for the work that you do to help out the International students and so many others on campus. Thanks for your Christian example simply by living your life--you do make a difference and your impact extends far beyond what you may ever realize.

Have a great weekend & God Bless.


This brightened my world and reminded me that I do make a difference.

How are you making a difference?

subs...

So I was laying here tonight watching the "new" 90210. I was not particularly enthralled by it, so I began to surf the web reading news and blogs. I came across the following:

IOWA CITY, Iowa -Iowa City police said a man who was driving drunk tried to bribe a police officer — with a sandwich. Police said a 25-year-old man was charged with drunken driving early Sunday morning after an officer saw him driving with his headlights off and pulled him over.

Police said the man was riding with a police officer in a squad car when he offered the officer free sub sandwiches if he could go home.

The officer declined.


Seriously???? I wonder if he offered Subway or Quizno's? That would make a difference in my world.

It reminds me of a cop joke I heard.

An old man bought a brand new sports car. He finished all the paperwork and was handed the keys. He got in and pulled out of the parking lot. When he got on the interstate his foot continued to press the gas. He was going faster and faster. He realized that he was speeding and thought about stopping, but didn't. No sooner than he took his foot off the gas, he saw blue lights in the mirror. The cop approached the car. He said to the man, "Listen sir, you were speeding quite a bit there. It is almost the end of my shift before the weekend. If you can give me a really good reason, that I've never heard for why you were going so fast I will let you go."

The man thought a minute and he said, "My wife ran away with a cop years ago. I thought you were bringing her back." The cop looked at the man and said, "Have a nice day and walked away."

I don't guess the guy is offering bribes from jail, but if he is, I'd like Subway.

While an era comes to an end, life continues

Today marked my sister Margaret's 22nd birthday. I was 4 years old when she was born. She came one month early and was very sick. I remember having to go with Mom and Dad as we took her for blood transfusions and tests galore. When she finally came home, I had to get used to not being the only child anymore. After she finally arrived home, I asked if we could take her back to the hospital. I much preferred to be the only child. As we grew older, our love for each other grew. We became good friends and talked to each other about many things. Now that I live 4 hours away, I don't get to see her that often, but when I do it's like a wonderful reunion. I'm thankful for her and pray for her continued health and good life.

Today also marked the end of a 43 year era. Today was the last game of the Richmond Braves. They played the Norfolk Tides in the Richmond stadium. From what I hear, the place was packed and traffic was terrible. The score was 9-3 and the Braves played a good game. I remember going to the Diamond as a kid. Dad would take me to see games. We would also get to see fireworks. As I got older, I would go with my youth group or friends. Going to a Braves game or two was something I did every summer. As the Braves leave the area, I will always remember the good times I had at the Diamond watching the games.