Thursday, August 15, 2013

bird is the word

Before her role as full time mama my neighbor worked at the zoo. More specifically, in the aviary or bird house. Having a neighbor with zoo connections is nice, we've been offered some behind the scenes opportunities and could probably score a parking pass. However, when I walked upstairs to find this in my kitchen my appreciation of the proximity of a bird expert sky rocketed.



It's not every day you leave a message to the tune of. "Um hi. I need your expertise. There are two birds in our house."

I had walked upstairs from our basement and heard birds chirping nearby, I assumed they were sitting on the deck. As I turned the corner this one swooped by me. Poor thing was in quite a panic. She kept trying to fly out through the windows so I covered those to try and help. She eventually made it back out the door.



Yes, I believe it's time for a new screen door.

My neighbor arrived soon after and got the fledgling out from under our craft cabinet. She thinks that the baby bird took a bad turn and the mama came in after him. For some reason I neglected to take a picture of the baby. That would have been nice.

In trying to title this post I realized how many references to birds there are in common sayings.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

The early bird gets the worm.

Free as a bird.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Birds of a feather flock together.

You get the idea.

These were sparrows so of course we're also reminded that "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father." Matthew 10:29 and the song "His Eye is on the Sparrow"



 

Sunday, July 14, 2013

sneak peak

I hope to soon tell you a really neat story. Until then this little sneak peak will have to do.


Sunday, June 23, 2013

I never knew this

source


Counting by threes.

Call me a nerd but I think this is really neat!

3
6
9
12:  1+2=3
15:  1+5=6
18:  1+8=9
21:  2+1=3
24:  2+4=6
27:  2+7=9
30:  3+0=3
33:  3+3=6
36:  3+6=9
39:  3+9=12:  1+2=3
42:  4+2=6
45:  4+5=9
48:  4+8=12:  1+2=3
51:  5+1=6
54:  5+4=9
57:  5+7=12:  1+2=3
60:  6+0=6
63:  6+3=9
66:  6+6=12:  1+2=3
69:  6+9=15:  1+5=6
72:  7+2=9
75:  7+5=12:  1+2=3
78:  7+8=15:  1+5=6
81:  8+1=9
84:  8+4=12:  1+2=3
87:  8+7=15:  1+5=6
90:  9+0=9
93:  9+3=12:  1+2=3
96:  9+6=15:  1+5=6
99:  9+9=18:  1+8=9
...

Did you know that? Am I the only one who didn't? 

Monday, June 17, 2013

at the crossroads of humanity


I was joined by at least 1044 other city residents last Monday as I walked up the court house steps into the halls of justice. Hundreds of people, most of us strangers to each other, all with our own stories. Each story as varied as the face that carries it. All united by jury duty.


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It was an experience I'm glad for but don't wish to repeat soon. My first turn at fulfilling my civic duty to sit and wait and wait and wait. Hoping that waiting is all I have to do followed by going home followed by a $12 check in the mail. I think my heart did the work of a 5k just hearing all the numbers called before mine. It worked it's way to a marathon though when juror 310 was called along with 71 others.

Now we were 72 faces, 72 stories, herded through the maze of beautifully ancient architecture to one room. One room for one tragic story.

The process of jury selection is fascinating. Question after question to see how partial or impartial you might be. You are allowed a glimpse into the stories behind the faces. Stories you wouldn't normally know about a stranger. Amazing stories. Amazing in the sense of how could such horror befall one individual in one lifetime.

It dawned on me at one point that there is no other place like this. 72 mostly perfect strangers all bound together by one common thread. People whose paths I never would have crossed in my day to day life. People whose lives are so drastically different than my own yet in this moment we're somehow connected. It's something slightly inexpiable.

We were there for the sake of justice. We like the sound of justice yet mercy is what we need. All of us.  Some stories make that more obvious than others. In the end though, we're all on equal footing and it's sinking sand.

We need the One whose story is all mercy and all grace. The One who is so partial to us He stood in our stead. He covered our stories with His to allow us unmerited freedom. God gave us mercy in Jesus. There is not one who walks this earth who is deserving yet whether we realize or not we are all desperate for it.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

wonderful words of worship

I was reminded of this hymn this morning. I love this rendition so much I wanted to share.


Thursday, April 11, 2013

expanding 140 characters

Yesterday in the Abounding Hope study I've been following as part of Hello Mornings we read 2 Timothy 1:6-7.  If you've been around the church for any amount of time you've probably heard this passage, it gets a lot of air time.
For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands, for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. (2 Timothy 1:6-7, ESV)
Maybe it's just me but usually when I hear or read verse 7 the focus is that we do not need to fear because we have the gift of the Holy Spirit. And that's true.

In this reading my thoughts shifted to the part of the verse following the "but" where we are told what the spirit has given us instead of what we are freed from. We are given a spirit of power, love and self-control but what does that really mean especially in light of the focus on fear (or lack there of) in the first part of the verse?


I was finding it hard to get my thoughts down to Twitter's 140 characters. Theologian I am not, but I'll expound anyway. Hopefully not to our detriment. I have not taken the time to do any depth of study, just so you know.

For the sake of background, these verses come in the first part of a letter from Paul to Timothy. He has just spoken of the great faith of Timothy's grandmother and mother and here encourages Timothy to grow his faith.

Back to the verse and my tweet. How does being given power and love and self-control relate to our tendency to fear? It's human nature to lean into fear when we're faced with something new or something we can't perceptibly control. When we were called into grace we were given the Holy Spirit and our human foundation of fear was replaced.

Before I get too theoretical, how can I specifically relate power, love and self-control to fear?

I fear what the future holds. The Holy Spirit will give me the power to do what I'm called to do or go where I'm lead even when it's difficult.

Those around me disagree with me, they hate or mock me, they are hard to love. The Spirit living in me will allow me to love them in spite of myself.

In any given situation I feel overwhelmed, unable, alone, scared. God has given me self-control to battle these emotions and lean into the truth not the lies that barrage my mind.

Again, these are just my morning thoughts not any great exposition on the passage.



Monday, March 25, 2013

Spring has sprung

Somewhere.





Not here.





This is what we've got going on up in these parts.









Doesn't look too Springy to me.


This was yesterday late afternoon. There's at least another inch now.



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