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Are You SURE You Want My Advice?

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If there’s one piece of scripture I know well, it would be Jesus’s words in Matthew 18:15-17:

“If another believer sins against you, go privately and point out the offense. If the other person listens and confesses it, you have won that person back. But if you are unsuccessful, take one or two others with you and go back again, so that everything you say may be confirmed by two or three witnesses. If the person still refuses to listen, take your case to the church. Then if he or she won’t accept the church’s decision, treat that person as a pagan or a corrupt tax collector.”

My husband always says that I have a sign on my forehead that is invisible to me, but that is apparently a bright neon sign to everyone else, and it says “Free Counselor.” We joke about this because throughout my whole life, even when I was fairly young, people would just for some reason pour out their problems to me. They would tell me things about themselves that were very personal even if I had only known them for a short time. Many times they would ask my advice about a situation which almost always seemed to have something to do with a relationship problem they were having. This still happens on a regular basis today.

Early on in my life, I used to get annoyed by this, thinking why is this person telling me all this stuff? How am I supposed to know what to do? Since I’ve become a follower of Christ, I’ve come to understand and appreciate that this is part of my distinct make-up…I’ve learned that my primary spiritual gift seems to be exhortation, better known as the gift of encouragement. Now this is nothing for me to boast about, and in fact I used to be very uncomfortable with any talk of my spiritual gifts simply because it sounded a little snotty to me… like I’m bragging about something I’ve acquired. But I’m much more comfortable with my own identity in Christ these days, and I’ve come to really believe how God defines us through His apostle Paul:

“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” -Ephesians 2:10

I believe what God says about who I am. I know that He created me, and He made me to do good works, which He’s already prepared for me to do. It’s like I have my own personal “to-do” list written by the Creator of the universe, and no one else can check those things off except for me. But in order for me to accomplish this, I must live my life in a way that aligns with the things God says about me and the ways He’s shown me to live. Part of that means accepting, embracing and using my spiritual gifts in the way He wants me to. So, I do what I can to learn His ways of how to encourage others, not because it’s fun (although sometimes it can be!) but because this is part of my DNA.

So, back to Matthew 18. What does this have to do with any of this encouragement stuff? Well, it’s very simple. Humans are made in and for relationships. When a relationship is broken, whether it’s because of something we have done, something another person has done, or just because of strange circumstances, our heart hurts. Our deepest desire is to have that relationship restored. And there’s great news…God has told us many things in His word on how to make that happen. The passage in Matthew 18:15-17 tells us how to deal with a brother or sister in Christ who has sinned. Many times this may be against us directly, other times it may be that we’ve noticed a sin pattern growing in their lives that is going unchecked. Either way, there is a 3-step process involved in confronting them, and no… it doesn’t involve airing their dirty laundry on Facebook. Many times friends or acquaintances will come to me asking advice with this exact kind of situation. Someone has done something to them that is offensive. Someone has lied to them and they’ve found out. Their spouse is doing something inappropriate. My advice to them will always be exactly the same. I wouldn’t be encouraging them properly by doing anything but going back to God’s word.

Look back at the first part of that passage in Matthew 18 with me: “If another believer sins against you, go privately and point out the offense. If the other person listens and confesses it, you have won that person back.” Did you see that? Go privately to that person. Is that what we usually do? I don’t know about you, but when someone offends me, the first thing I want to do is call up another person who will sympathize with my sense of injustice and complain about it. For hours. But that is SO WRONG. No one should hear about the problem until you have addressed it with the person committing the offense. No one. Not your mom, your best friend, your sister, even your spouse. Go PRIVATELY to that person and talk to them. Is that so you can berate them about their sin and yell at them for how terrible they’ve been treating them? No. Look at the rest of that first step: “If the other person listens and confesses it, you have won that person back.” See it? The goal is to win that person back. To restore that relationship back to where it was. Another translation says “…you have your brother back again.” Isn’t that awesome? The goal is to point out the offense so that the person may be reconciled, not only to you, but to God. Because if we recognize our sin and confess it, the bible tells us that “he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9) That’s great news! So by obeying this first step in the process, we could actually win over our brother or sister, and not only allow our relationship to be restored, but also to clear a pathway for them to confess the sin and be reconciled to God, which is of course the most important thing. If that doesn’t work, and the person refuses to recognize the sin or doesn’t take you seriously, then the next step is to confide in another trusted brother or sister (one or two others–not the entire universe!) and have them go with you to the person again. Perhaps once the offender sees that other people know of the situation and agree that there is a problem, this will help them see the light and lead to reconciliation. If the person still will not listen to reason, then it may be time to “take them before the church.” Now there are different beliefs about this, but I think this would mean talking to a pastor or elder of the church to explain the situation and likely even setting up a meeting between you, the offender, and a church leader to discuss the situation all together. Since my husband is an elder in our church, there have been occasions when I have been involved in these conversations at that level. Yes, they are uncomfortable. Yes, they can get frustrating for all parties involved. But I always go back to the fact that if I believe one part of God’s word, such as what He says about me being His workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works that He’s prepared for me to do, then I have to also believe His word when He tells me how to deal with situations in my life, even if the process is uncomfortable. I can’t just pick and choose the warm-fuzzy-feeling stuff that Jesus tells us and not also accept His more difficult teachings.

So, if you’re one of those folks who can mysteriously see that invisible sign on my forehead that says “Free Counselor,” or you just happen to bring it up in conversation, my response to you will be the same when you ask my advice on how to deal with someone who’s sinned or hurt you. I will go back to what Jesus said to do in Matthew 18. I will tell you to do something that you might feel is uncomfortable. I won’t care if you feel uncomfortable because you have to do the things Jesus tells us to do if you are one of His followers…no ifs, ands, or buts. I will likely tell you to read through that passage several times. I might even suggest you read through it in several translations until you’re sure you have a full understanding of what it means. I will tell you to follow the steps in order. I will tell you if you’ve skipped a step. I will tell you to go back to the beginning if you’ve skipped a step. I’ll ask you not to speak to me (or anyone else) again about it until you’ve at least done step #1. You might take me off your Christmas list because I didn’t give you the answer or easy fix you wanted. And I will not enjoy that because I truly do love presents. But even so, I can’t direct you with poor advice. With non-biblical advice. With advice that will lead you into destroying a relationship rather than restoring it. I will tell you that if you refuse to follow these steps to deal with the situation, you are in yourself committing a sin (refusing to do what God says) and making things worse. But I will also pray for you and for the relationship you’re trying to restore.

If you ever come to me to ask my advice about how to deal with someone who has sinned or hurt you, and I don’t lead you to Matthew 18… you do have my permission to call me out on it. Please. You’re not doing me any favors if you don’t.

Your Marriage is NOT a Contract

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As a teacher, I work under a contract that has been negotiated between my teacher’s union and my school district’s board. Both parties come to the table and discuss a multitude of issues regarding what certified employees such as myself are able or expected to do/not do. I understand the amount of work that goes into this whole process, and I appreciate the people who lead the charge on both sides of the equation. A lot of time and effort goes into negotiating the deal, compromising or agreeing upon what  would be acceptable for both parties involved, as well as for the people they represent. Usually at the end of this arduous process, the two sides have arrived at an imperfect yet mutually beneficial agreement that lasts for whatever time frame is indicated. All is well for now.

But when it comes down to it, the entire contract is in place because neither side fully trusts that the other will do the things that honest, loyal, and devoted employers and employees naturally should do. My contract, for example, states that I may be required to provide “a statement from a physician when absences exceed 8 full days per school year.” Obviously the folks who wrote that stipulation in my contract don’t trust that I am using my sick days appropriately if I have to be out more than 8 days in a given school year. I am not saying this is necessarily unreasonable. In fact it would be very unusual for me to ever be out anywhere close to that many days in a school year. All I am saying is that the reason this contract exists is because of distrust. Each side thinks the other side is only out for its own good. In the cases of many contracts, that is likely so. A contract is created when two or more parties enter into an agreement and need to protect themselves if anything should go wrong. It can be revoked at any time if either party doesn’t uphold their end of the bargain. Also, since the two parties agreed upon the terms of the contract, the whole thing can be considered null and void if both parties change their minds about how they want things to work. They can simply agree to no longer hold each other to the terms of the contract, and move on.

Marriage, which is typically viewed as a contract in our society, was in fact never meant to be a contract at all. Contracts are created by the people who want to make an agreement with each other. Marriage, however, is God’s idea. He created it. He had created everything in the universe, up to and including man, and it was all good. But then you see the first thing in the world that is not good: man being alone.

 “Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper who is just right for him.”  So the Lord God formed from the ground all the wild animals and all the birds of the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would call them, and the man chose a name for each one. He gave names to all the livestock, all the birds of the sky, and all the wild animals. But still there was no helper just right for him. So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep. While the man slept, the Lord God took out one of the man’s ribs and closed up the opening. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib, and he brought her to the man.

“At last!” the man exclaimed.“This one is bone from my bone, and flesh from my flesh!  She will be called ‘woman,’ because she was taken from ‘man.’”

This explains why a man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one. Now the man and his wife were both naked, but they felt no shame.” -Genesis 2:18-25 NLT

This is the picture of the first marriage. God’s the one doing all the major action in these verses. God saw that it wasn’t good for man to be alone. God saw that none of the animals of the earth would do the job. God formed woman out of man’s body. God gave the woman to the man. God set the whole thing up. Adam just stands back and says “YES!!” This whole operation was established by God so that the two would unite into one. So they could have someone that they would be with forever and be completely vulnerable and open with, and never feel ashamed of themselves around. THIS is the picture of marriage. This is a covenant established by God and given to His people, not something the people came up with and scribbled down on a piece of paper, in hopes that signing it would somehow link them together for the future. Not even close.

Marriage, your marriage and mine, are reflections of God’s love for us. The allegory of Christ coming back for His bride is no coincidence. If we follow what God has established as a marriage, then we as a couple will reflect that kind of union. The trouble is, we are all messed up people. We look at our marriage as a contract that we agreed to, but now things might be getting too tough to deal with and we don’t really agree to that stuff anymore…and so if we no longer agree, then those signatures are null and void, right?  We can just agree to forget the contract and move on with life. After all, God wants us to be happy, right?

Not exactly. God wants us to keep our promises with integrity and work through our issues using His strength until we can get past the hurt, the pain, the indifference…whatever. The main goal of a marriage is not to be happy, although if we do it right, we definitely will be. Does that mean that every minute of every day will be all dreamy and wonderful? Nope.  Does it mean that my spouse will always do what I want him to? Um, no. Does it mean that we’re both getting all the sex we want exactly when we want it? Not so much. But it does mean that your relationship is built on trust, not distrust. You enter into a covenant (a solemn, binding pledge) with each other and with God for companionship and mutual love & intimacy. It’s not a list of things you sign because you don’t really trust that the other will do them. It’s a pledge to God that you will love this person as He has loved us. You will serve this person as Christ served us. You will do whatever it takes to uphold the companionship and intimacy of the relationship in order to show the world that love really does exist, and it only comes from God.

God’s Word gives us an understanding of how serious our vows are to God. “It is better not to vow than to make a vow and not fulfill it.” Ecclesiastes 5:5. Clearly God is showing us that if you’re not ready to take a vow to Him or to another person, you shouldn’t make the vow. Making a vow or a pledge means you will fulfill it and see it through. There’s no expiration date on marriage vows prior to the death of one or both of the spouses. So if you are ending your marriage because the two of you cannot see eye to eye, or because you love the person but are no longer “in love” with them, then you have broken your vow – left it unfulfilled – to your spouse and to God. He is clearly displeased with that. These may feel like harsh words but truth is sometimes not easy to hear.

So, okay…let’s say we agree that marriage is a covenant, not a contract. What do we do when things go wrong? What do we do when we aren’t having those feelings toward each other that a husband and wife should have? What do we do when we are hurt, taken advantage of, or just simply not in love anymore? We take our hurts to the one who created the covenant. He sees you. (See Yahweh-Roi, Genesis 16)  He knows what has been going on. He understands you’ve been hurt and that your spouse is not being the person He created him or her to be right now. He gets it. He has been with you every step of the way, no matter how ugly things have gotten. But the One who created everything is the same One who can do anything. We have to give our hurt back to Him to deal with, not just start feeling around for the lever to the escape hatch.

In honoring our vow to our spouse and to God, we have to be able to look at them with His eyes. This fight will be won through prayer…asking God to let you look at your spouse again and see them as He sees them. But there’s another important prayer…asking God to reveal the ways that you have not fulfilled the vows you made, asking God’s forgiveness for those parts you’ve played in your marriage deteriorating to this point. In the majority of cases where a marriage has gone downhill, there is not one offender and one helpless victim. Usually the problems are an accumulation of years of instances where we disappoint, try to control, shoot backhanded comments, expect too much from someone, lie, cover up, redirect emotions to inappropriate places, take each other for granted, etc… In only very few specific situations is a bomb dropped in the middle of a marriage by one spouse while the other party did not contribute in any way to the problems.

So how do we know for sure if we are behaving in a way that marks our committment to the covenant we made with God and our spouse? There are many places in scripture to look, but one of the most direct and comprehensive sections in God’s Word that speaks to how the marriage relationship works is found in Ephesians 5:21-33. Here it is in The Message translation, which I believe gives us a lovely and accurate perspective:

21Out of respect for Christ, be courteously reverent to one another.

 22-24Wives, understand and support your husbands in ways that show your support for Christ. The husband provides leadership to his wife the way Christ does to his church, not by domineering but by cherishing. So just as the church submits to Christ as he exercises such leadership, wives should likewise submit to their husbands.

 25-28Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ’s love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives. They’re really doing themselves a favor—since they’re already “one” in marriage.

 29-33No one abuses his own body, does he? No, he feeds and pampers it. That’s how Christ treats us, the church, since we are part of his body. And this is why a man leaves father and mother and cherishes his wife. No longer two, they become “one flesh.” This is a huge mystery, and I don’t pretend to understand it all. What is clearest to me is the way Christ treats the church. And this provides a good picture of how each husband is to treat his wife, loving himself in loving her, and how each wife is to honor her husband.

As you can see, God clearly has great plans for us in marriage. He wants women to understand and support our husbands in ways that show support for Christ.” How do we show our support for Christ? We pray, we learn about His ways, we align ourselves with the things we see Christ doing so we don’t damage His reputation. Are we doing that with our husbands? Are we taking time to pray for them, learn about what he is interested in and what things are dear to his heart? Are we aligning ourselves with him and showing our support by making sure we build up our husbands instead of tearing him down? Hmmm… And men: is everything you’re doing bringing out the best in your wife? Do your words evoke her beauty? Are you helping to make her whole by loving her sacrificially and going all out for her?

Uh-oh…I can see both spouses squirming in their seats right now.

God has given us a “love marked by giving, not getting.” What time, resources, or energy have you given your spouse this week that shows how much you love him or her? Think….anything? THAT is how Christ loves the church…He gives everything of Himself in order for her benefit. And the church responds by putting her faith in Him and showing respect for the love He’s given and the sacrifice He’s made, gladly submitting to His leadership. It is a beautiful thing born of mutual trust. That’s how God keeps His covenant with us. And that is how we are to keep our covenant as well. 

“…Since they are no longer two but one, let no one split apart what God has joined together.” -Jesus, (Mark 10:8-9)

Thinking Outside the Toilet

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So yesterday I was plunging the toilet in one of my bathrooms (don’t judge me, it just needs done sometimes!) and I was thinking to myself:  plunging a toilet is the most disgusting thing in the world. I can’t believe I am even doing this. You would think by now that someone could invent a toilet that wouldn’t have this problem. What about that Dyson guy? He’s a genius. I mean, if he can invent a supersonic suction vacuum cleaner and a fan with no blades, surely the dude can make a toilet that won’t need me to do the sick deed of plunging it. I mean REALLY!!!

It was so dramatic in my head. The princess inside of me was screaming. But immediately after that thought, I heard “um, shut up…you have a toilet.” Now I am not claiming to have audibly heard this, but I think there are things you hear inside of yourself and things you can audibly hear outside of yourself and neither of them is any less real than the other.  Right away I was overwhelmed, as I finished the “all clear” brush & flush, by the fact that I don’t have to navigate a deeply dug hole with flies and the stench of human waste and Lord knows what else looming around as I do my business. And better yet, I don’t have a shallow “nose-powdering” ditch in my yard that is accessible to the whole community and creates a stream of sickness that neighborhood children have to try to step over when they walk through the streets. I don’t have to deal with any of those things. I just have to plunge a toilet once in a million years. SHUT UP.

So, that was what I called my cosmic bitch-slap for the day. It might sound crude, but don’t people need a big ol’ bitch-slap once in a while to calm them down and snap them back into reality? I apparently do. It’s those little moments in my life where I’m just feeling all sorry for myself until God breaks into my comfy little space and says REALLY, girl?!? (yes, that’s how He talks to me…if you don’t like it, get your own God-voice that sounds like Ned Flanders or something… but I hear a little ghetto in my God speak, okay?) He reminds me of just how good I have it and how instead of whining and complaining about my tiny, minute discomforts, I need to be thankful for the amazing level of comfort and convenience I enjoy on a daily basis.

So thank you, God, for incredible people who invent incredible things like the Dyson no-blade fan and cars and clean running water systems and of course, the flushable toilet. I have no idea how blessed I really am, even if I only count the things that I see as modern necessities (and if I’m honest, I count them as modern-day rights.) Show your love to those people everywhere who haven’t even heard of all of these conveniences, and are happy just to love you even without comfort and convenience. I pray you’ll send me a cosmic bitch-slap anytime I need one so I can become more like them.  I love you.

Pain, Joy, and Thankfulness on Mother’s Day

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Yesterday my husband had been texting back and forth with our pastor, who also happens to be a good friend. They had just returned from a trip but flew home on different days so he was checking in with us to make sure Todd had landed safely and such. I was teasing him about texting while driving (don’t worry people, it was mostly in between much more dangerous moves) and he said “I’m just going to let him know that we won’t be at church on Sunday then I’ll be finished.” Why wouldn’t we be at church on Sunday? Then he reminded me that it was Mother’s Day, which I (and by extension, we) have dreaded for several years now. I’ve pretty much avoided being anywhere that might include a big to-do about being a mom, because you see…although I do not have any children myself, I actually am a mother. And that makes Mother’s Day confusing, sometimes offensive, and always a somewhat painful.

One reason that I’ve dreaded the M Day for many years is because of something I very unfortunately share with millions of other women across the nation: I am a mother who never gave her child a chance at life. Yes, that ugly thing you’re thinking about is true: abortion. As much as it pains me to admit, I have experienced the crushing pain of knowing that my child’s life was taken before it really began, and the even more excruciating reality that it was my own selfishness that took it. For years I could barely even think about it, much less speak or write about it. But God has done some amazing healing work in my life and has shown me that if I am willing, He will take even the ugliest parts of my messed-up life and will use them to gain glory for His name. I now know that it was not for my own sanity that He has led me to an incredible place of knowing what His mercy really means —mercy, MERCY! to someone who participated in taking her own child’s life — but so that I can remember the mercy I have been shown and be able to show it to others in the worst of circumstances.

Another reason why I have never cared for Mother’s Day is that I am a stepmom, which for some reason seems to be a more terrible thing than being an axe-murderer. When I was married, my life didn’t just change by becoming the wife of a man who was full of integrity and honor, but it changed because I also instantly became a mother to an adorable young boy. I love that boy as much as I love my husband. He accepted me into the family so easily that it was almost surreal, and we became very close almost immediately. Yes, I know what some of you are thinking…well, that just means your a step-mom, not a real mom. And you would be part of the reason I’ve always stayed home from church on Mother’s Day. I actually had a woman stand in the church lobby once, telling me a story and said something to the effect of “well, I know you’re not a mom, but…” I interrupted her and reminded her that I in fact was one, to which she replied “well, I know, but I meant you’re not a real mom.” I suffered through the rest of her story then went into the bathroom and cried. It has been said that stepmothers have all of the work, sacrifice, and commitment that a biological mother has, but none of the benefits or reward. I think in many cases that is probably true. I remember a few times when my son (no, I don’t call him my step-son) said something to the effect that I was more of a mom to him than his actual mom was. I know that in our family’s case, because of her choices, that is very true. But in all families that is not the case. Most of the time a stepmother is not an evil wench who can’t wait to have her “own kids” to somehow out-do the competition, but rather another loving mother who wants to help raise wonderful children, no matter where they biologically came from. If you are a stepmother and you treat any of the children under your care any worse or better than others, then shame on you. You are not fulfilling the obligation that you signed up for when you made your wedding vows, knowing full well that all of those words also applied to the daughters and sons you inherited through marriage. I don’t care what anyone says about me, I know that I am a mother. I love my son (even though he is far from being a little boy anymore) and would give my life for him. If that’s not a mother, I don’t know what is.

Not a real mom. You don’t have kids so you wouldn’t understand. It’s not like you have your own kids. These are some of the things people, mostly other women, have said to me verbatim. Many times it has been people in my own family who know about my past, know that my grown son is now a prodigal in the most complete sense of the word, and know that we will not be having any more children. And they say these things anyway. It used to bother me, eat at me, drive me to tears and anger. Now, I am much closer to God than I ever was and because I realize His plan for me, these ignorant comments are easily deflected, even when I know they were purposely meant to hurt my feelings. (Yes, people unfortunately are that cruel.) Because just like Joseph, what was meant for evil in my life, God has turned to GOOD. Now, not only do I not live in shame and fear that someone will find out about my past, I willingly share it to help others in the same situation. I lead others through a recovery group for post-abortive women, to help them work through the overwhelming amount of contradicting feelings they have once they realize the gravity of their choice. I’m healed, they can see it is possible,  and they begin to heal. Now, even though my husband and I will not be having any more children, it is not something that I feel is a lost opportunity. Rather, God has brought me to an incredible place where I understand that being a mother has a much, much larger definition than I ever dreamed it could. He guided me to Isaiah 54 years ago where I saw that He had even bigger plans for me…

“Sing, barren woman, who has never had a baby.
   Fill the air with song, you who’ve never experienced childbirth!
You’re ending up with far more children
   than all those childbearing women.” God says so!
“Clear lots of ground for your tents!
   Make your tents large. Spread out! Think big!
Use plenty of rope,
   drive the tent pegs deep.
You’re going to need lots of elbow room
   for your growing family.   -Isaiah 54: 1-6, The Message

I am a teacher and I literally get the chance to mother hundreds of children, many of which do not necessarily have a Godly mother to teach them at home. The joy I get from that is incredible, and at the end of the day when I finally make it home, I now understand why my energy has been completely spent on my kids at school, and that’s how it is supposed to be for me. Thank you, God for allowing me to appreciate that now and never feel like anything is missing.

So today, I am excited to greet my friends with a “Happy Mother’s Day.” I don’t have to avoid anything or stay home depressed or keep from being joyful for those who have always enjoyed this day without exception. I will smile and truly be happy for them and for myself on this day. I am no longer thinking of the loss and the shame and the bitterness that once surrounded this day. God has made all things new, as He always does. I appreciate the incredible mothers, young and old, that I have around me who come in all shapes, sizes, and types. And I’m thankful to count myself among them because I know that God has allowed me to be a mother, even if it looks a little different than most. I’m thankful that my little girl is with Him, and He is caring for her the way I never could, but that I will have the chance to see her someday. I am thankful that God’s arm is still not too short to save my prodigal son and bring him back someday. I am thankful that, as painful as it is, my husband and I are standing together to wait until our son understands that all he has been searching for is the same thing we all search for…God’s love. I am thankful that this day, I will be focused on the Good that God has promised me, in any way that it comes.

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.”-Isaiah 43:18-19

Mexican Lasagna Recipe

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Apologies  to anyone who is actually Mexican: I made this dish up myself, and I just named it that because it uses some of the ingredients that I use in other “Mexican” dishes. So I am super non-ethnic, gimme a break. If you’ve ever been to my house for dinner more than once, or if you’ve been sick or had a baby and I brought you a meal, chances are you’ve had this. I get a lot of requests for the recipe, so here it is:

Ingredients:

3 whole wheat tortillas, each cut in half

1 lb ground beef or turkey

1 pkg taco seasoning

1 can black beans, rinsed and drained

1 can corn, rinsed and drained

1 jar Ortega taco sauce (I use the mild red kind)

Shredded cheddar cheese, however much you like

Optional topping: sliced black olives, jalapenos, & sour cream (yeah right, like sour cream is optional. What are you, a Communist?)

Directions:

-Spray a 9×13 glass dish, preheat oven to 350 degrees

-Brown the ground beef/turkey and prepare with taco seasoning just like if you were making tacos

-Pour a little bit of the taco sauce into the bottom of the pan to coat

-Lay 3 tortilla halves across the bottom of the pan (these will be your lasagna “noodles”)

-Layer half of the meat, half of the beans, and half of the corn on top of tortillas. Spread out evenly.

-Pour about 1/3 of the jar of taco sauce over these layers, spreading out. (use more or less as you like…I don’t like mine to come out too soggy, so I might use a bit less)

-Cover the entire thing with shredded cheddar, repeat layering again with remaining ingredients. Be sure to get some of the taco sauce down around the sides of the tortillas so they won’t be too dry and bland. (You probably will have some of the taco sauce left in the jar when you’re finished, you can just refrigerate and use it for other stuff later-it makes yummy sauce for a southwestern breakfast burrito later!)

-On top layer, you may want to garnish with sliced black olives or jalapenos. I always do!

-Bake about 25 minutes or until cheese is all bubbly and a bit crispy around the edges. Plop some sour cream on it and enjoy, using some Scoops or other crunchy corn tortilla chips to help you clean your plate. YUM!

*This can easily be made into a vegetarian meal by omitting the meat, adding more beans, and seasoning the beans with the taco seasoning or plain cumin.

THE Bread Recipe

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A new hobby I picked up last year was baking homemade bread. Now it started out as one of those things I just wanted to learn how to do…  so, like everything, I researched it to death and figured out how to do it. After a few failed attempts, I perfected a delicious loaf and I have been obsessed ever since. I’ve now learned to bake several types of bread and I love them all, but here’s the recipe for the definitive crowd favorite: Honey Oat Soft Wheat. 

This recipe makes two standard loaves  with about 16 slices each. Enjoy!

3 cups organic whole wheat flour
3 cups organic unbleached flour
2 tsp salt
4 tsp active dry yeast
4 tsp vital wheat gluten
2 cups warm water (about 105 degrees-you gotta get this part right)
4 Tbsp canola oil
2 -3 Tbsp local raw honey

Mix dry ingredients above in a large bowl with a stiff spoon. Add above wet ingredients and mix thoroughly. Use your hands to get all the ingredients mixed well together in the bowl. Dough will be warm and shaggy at first. Keep mixing until dough forms a loose ball and pulls away from the sides of the bowl.

Flour a large flat surface (I use my counter top after it has been cleaned and dried well) and turn dough out onto the floured surface. Knead well for about 8 minutes. Let dough rest while you clean out the bowl you used to mix it in. Dry thoroughly, then put a few drops of canola oil into the bowl and spread around. Put dough into this bowl and turn a few times so all sides are coated with a light bit of oil. Cover bowl with plastic wrap and lay a towel on top. Place in a warm area (on top of the oven or kitchen table will do) and let rise for about 2 hours.

When dough has risen (test it by poking lightly with 2 fingers…you should see imprints in the dough) punch it down to remove excess air, then turn in out onto the floured surface again and knead lightly for a minute or two. Cut dough in half and shape into two evenly sized loaves. [Optional: make shallow slashes on top of each loaf for decorative purposes, in a criss-cross pattern. Use a silicone brush to spread a bit more honey on the top of the loaf, then sprinkle with dry oats. This will make your bread beautiful when it is finished. Be careful not to use too much honey here, as it can scorch and leave a burnt topping on your lovely loaf!]

Place each loaf of dough in a greased loaf pan and cover again with plastic wrap and a towel. Allow dough to rise for another hour or so, then it will be ready to bake.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Bake for about 2 minutes at this temperature. When finished, turn loaves out onto a cooling rack and allow them to cool completely before slicing. Use a serrated knife to slice carefully. Voila! You have delicious bread for dinner, sandwiches, etc.. Store in an air-tight container (I use a Lock & Lock rectangular container for mine.)

Remember, this bread has no artificial ingredients or preservatives (isn’t that awesome?!) so that means it does not have a long shelf life. But as delicious as it is, it probably wont stick around long anyway!

I hope you like it as much as my family does!

The Image We Bear

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Today while I was looking through some fo the dusty books on my very loved bookshelf, I came across a note that my husband had jotted down for me inside the cover of the book Wild at Heart by John Eldredge. He was re-writing a quote directly from the book (page 37 to be exact) which was speaking in general about the way in which we as humans bear the image of God. Specifically, this passage was speaking of how women and men bear different characteristics of God’s glory, and for that reason, we are different. This quote, very specifically, was speaking of how women in particular reflect the tenderness and beautiful mystery of our Creator. Here is my husband’s note to me… one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever received:

Just as Eve, you were created in the image of God, embodying the beauty, mystery, and tender vulnerability of God.

Commence with the chills and sighs. What a man. What a beautiful truth about myself, given to me from my husband, through this author, from the Creator of the Universe who wanted me to know who I really am and what I’m worth. Its beautiful. Ladies and gents, if we really knew who we were and what our Creator made us each to be, how would we approach life differently? Would women stop attempting to control their husbands? Would men stop looking for their self worth in their paychecks and bonuses? Would women stop looking in the mirror and berating themselves based on the lies they see about who they should be from the TV and from the latest Cosmo? Would men stop being afraid to fail and instead lead their families into developing rich, meaningful spiritual legacies?

My husband is brave enough to give me these reminders of who I was made to be. But will I be brave enough to accept them, breathe them in, and live them out in my daily life so I can bear the image of God in the way I was created to?

Our Story, Part 4: The Un-Wedding

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So…after all it took to figure out that God was indeed knitting us together as a partnership, we spent a summer falling in love. It was a strange thing, nothing like the other “in-love” episodes I thought I’d had in the past. It was totally different because this time God was doing all the work and we were enjoying Him and each other. The first day of September in 2003, he proposed. It was not super romantic. It was not how I’d always imagined in my dreams…but it was just perfect anyway! We started planning the wedding details for the following May 15th, at the little church where we had met. I found THE dress. We booked THE honeymoon. Things were moving a long nicely. However, there was something else stirring in us at the same time. Something that was not related to the wedding plans or any of that. Since we’d been spending all this time together and talking about what we wanted out of life and what we thought God had called us each to, we’d started to become a little restless. The church where we had met put a huge emphasis on the teaching of scripture and on each person’s individual committment to Christ, which was wonderful for us because we needed both of those things at that time more than anything. But it seemed as if our personal lives in Christ were moving at warp speed, and every day was a new exciting adventure to find out how we would live in this new reality that God had given each of us. We started noticing that there was a whole lot more to this being-a-Christian deal than coming to church every Sunday and not cussin’ anymore. So we started really questioning many of the things that were being said and done in that small fellowship around us, and trying to plug in and do things that we were pretty darn sure that Jesus would have been doing if He found Himself there at that place and time. Without going into a ton of details and creating readable gossip, I will say only this: our efforts to mesh with what we saw Jesus and His followers doing in the bible didn’t go over very well at that particular church. The pastor and elders apparently didn’t appreciate the “new” things we were doing and I guess thought we were rocking the boat a bit too much. So we knew that although this had been a good place for us to begin, it was definitely not where we would stay and grow. We needed a body of believers that were, for lack of a sweeter term, more consistent with what we were learning in the bible. We ended up beginning our search for a new church, and within a short period of time we had found the one. I remember walking into what would become our lovely church family, and the first thing I noticed was a guy right in the middle of the main auditorium who was tattooed completely from his neck down, to the point where I thought he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but it was a living mural of tattoos all down both arms. That tattooed dude had his hands raised high in worship, and he was thoroughly comfortable in every way. I remember thinking, if that guy can worship here and no one is looking at him as if he’s done something utterly wrong, then I know this is the place for me. There was too much of the gotta-get-cleaned-up-for-the-Lord dogma at the starter church, and this fervent worshipper would have been asked to cover his artwork with a nice button-up shirt. Not here. This was my kind of place.

Now of course that was not the only reason we loved the place, but it was my first memory. We started attending there occasionally and sort of felt like we were “cheating” on our old church. We had planned to keep attending the old church until we got married, then we were going to officially make our move. Unfortunately some other things, more blatant things that disregarded scriptural teachings entirely, cropped up and we decided we could no longer sit under that particular teacher at the old church. So we left. We left quietly without a big dramatic production, and although a few people gave us their blessing, it was clear that we were being treated as “backsliders.” The general feeling was that most people thought we were going to another church so we could bend the rules and not hold so strictly to the laws in the bible. Um…not at all. We were going because we knew that Jesus wanted us to be somewhere with consistently sound biblical teaching and people with servant’s hearts, not to just sit being satisfied with wearing the right clothes and knowing when to say “amen” out loud. We needed more, and that’s just what we got.

Even though we had left on amicable terms and all, it was clear we were a bit on the shunned side. All communication (which was little anyway) about our wedding plans stopped abruptly. We were still scheduled to be married at the old church building and even had one of the members catering for us and everything. Then we found out that construction had been delayed to the summer because of some building inspection issues, which messed everything up for us! Here we had a nonrefundable honeymoon scheduled for May 16th and we weren’t going to have a place to get married on May 15th! I was a bit freaked out to say the least, but we started trying to figure out what we could do. There was no way to book another place within 2 months notice for a wedding, nor did we really have the money to do so. We decided to go ahead and get married in a small ceremony and move the “big” wedding to the fall, when the church construction was sure to be finished. That would allow us to be “legal” to go on our honeymoon, but allow us to still have the big wedding celebration with all of our loved ones. That’s just what we did, and we began our married, blissful life together, and we still had the big ceremony to look forward to.

Until…we found out some bad news. Actually we found it out in a roundabout way, because no one bothered to mention it to us directly. Even though the church construction had already been delayed several months, the ceremony we had planned was for late September, and the church STILL wasn’t finished. So after basically demanding to see the inside of the church (because people were still telling us not to worry, because it “should” be done in time) I went in and saw a shell of a building with no drywall or flooring. The ceremony was in 2 weeks. There was no way it could be done. By this time I was pretty livid, and there were some other things that ensued in conversations with the starter church’s staff that really lit me up. The impression I got was that since we had left that fellowship, no one felt the need to communicate with us about the fact that our wedding ceremony wasn’t happening there. Talk about feeling unimportant. So basically I had to draft a postcard that said something to the effect of “We were looking forward to celebrating it with all of you at the ceremony on September 25th. However, due to circumstances beyond our control with the location of the ceremony, it will have to be canceled. Although we are disappointed that we won’t get to share this special day with you, please know that we are happily enjoying our first few months of marriage.” Nice. Even though we tried to word it so that people wouldn’t think we had split up, we still got some phone calls from concerned friends and family. I don’t know how many times I had to say “no, really, we are fine…great, actually” and stumble around an explanation that wouldn’t end in me bad-mouthing the people the I felt had done us wrong.

For a while I was mad. Even a little bit bitter. I mean, how do you take someone’s most important life event and not even bother to communicate the issues that would certainly affect it? I wonder if any of them ever feel the least bit bad about screwing us over to the point where we had to actually cancel our ceremony. I never walked down the aisle. I never held my bouquet, which I made myself and had been safely stored away for it’s big day. I never got to cut the cake and wonder if Todd was going to smash it in my face for the world to witness (he SO would have, by the way!) My niece never got to adorn the aisle with flower petals. I never even got to wear my dress. THE dress. Sigh.

But even though I never had the chance to have my princess wedding day, the fact is that I still got married. And in fact, the marriage is the most important part, not the wedding. I’ve come to realize that too many people put a lot of emphasis on their wedding, but don’t put much thought into their marriage. So when it comes down to it, I can see that we focus on the marriage and not so much on the wedding (or the un-wedding, as it came to be) and even though I never got to be a princess for a day, I most definitely, undeniably, am living happily ever after with my prince.   🙂

Our Story, Part 3: The Struggle

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So, at this point Todd and I had been on one not-really-a-date, and we’d spent hours talking and getting to know an incredible amount of information about one another (okay, mostly an incredible amount of information about him) but either way, something strange was beginning… a struggle that would last many long weeks (maybe months, I can’t quite recall)

After that first non-date, we simply remained friends and would talk at church and quite a bit in the new believer’s Sunday school class. The next several months were very blurry to me. What I mean by that is that my mind was such a hurricane of new and strange feelings, thoughts, knowledge, scriptures, and emotions, that I feel like my feet never touched the ground. I was learning so much about the bible and from the bible in such a short period of time (which was a good thing) that I was so eager to apply it all to my new little young life in Christ (also a good thing) but I wasn’t sure how to fit that in with everything else I already knew (the hard part!) And with this new person in my life who was a friend but not a “boyfriend” and who I clearly wanted to spend all my time with, but not “date” I wasn’t sure what to do or what to call this relationship. We had spent a ton of time talking on the phone and hanging out getting ice cream after church or whatever… but I wasn’t sure what was happening or where this was all going. Then it dawned on me that since we hadn’t really talked about it, maybe Todd was thinking that this whole strange relationship we had going on was a, you know, relationship…. and that freaked me out. I’d just ended several years of dating way too many men for all the wrong reasons, and I was just starting to find out who I was according to the Creator of the universe. I didn’t want to mess up yet another guy with good intentions and lead him into thinking that we were an item or that we were going to be. I prayed about it but wasn’t sure what to say to God, because I didn’t know who Todd was to me. I didn’t yet know that I could pray that God would just show me what role Todd was supposed to pray in my life. It seems so silly now, but in all my ignorance, He really did show me very clearly, even then. I just chose to ignore it.

So I called Todd and asked him to meet me before the evening service that Sunday so we could talk about our “relationship.” He agreed and when we meet, I quickly realized that he had been struggling with the same thoughts about where this whole thing was going and if it was appropriate for two people of the opposite sex to be spending so much time together. I mean, after all, people would talk, wouldn’t they? So we both agreed that neither of us was looking for any type of boyfriend/girlfriend situation and that in order to avoid all confusion (on our parts and everyone else’s, I guess) we would remain friends at church but we would no longer see each other outside of church or spend all our time talking on the phone like we had been. There, it was final.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…….

An agonizingly long week or so after that very stern decision not to see each other outside of church, I found my clammy hands picking up the phone, half-dialing, then slamming it back down again several times. Finally I dialed the whole number and waited for him to pick up. I wish I could remember the sound of his voice on the other end. I wish I could remember if it was as eager as my own…but I can’t. All I remember was a very short conversation which ended in me saying “do you wanna hang out?” and him saying “yes.” Then I was in my car and on my way to him. Again, very few exact memories come back to me, but I do remember walking around in the park, getting mud on my jeans, laughing a LOT and basically having the best day of my entire life, all with this man. I knew then that all bets were off…I was hooked.

After that day we spent every waking moment together that we could. Our cell phone bills both exceeded $400 one month. We put hundreds of miles on our cars visiting each other since we lived 30 minutes apart.  He helped show me through scripture who I was and what God had in mind for me when I was created. I helped him understand years of emotional junk that had built up in his life and was now being sifted through. We both started to help each other learn to love another human being in the way that God loves us. It was (and still is) difficult and messy, but nothing’s ever been more real.

Next time: The Un-Wedding.

Our Story, Part 2: How It All Began

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Many folks have already heard our unlikely love story, or speculate that they already know. But here’s how it really happened:

I became a Christian in October of 2002 after a long fight. God finally allowed me to hit rock-bottom the year before and from there I had nowhere to look but up, which I’m sure He knew was the only way I would finally slow down and listen to Him. So once I finally surrendered, I began attending the church where I had pledged my life to Christ, and after going a while I started attending a Sunday school class for new believers. It was kind of a “Being a Christian 101” which is what I really figured that I needed. My brother in law went with me, although he’d been a Christian his whole life, but I think he somehow wanted to help me find my way and help me get comfortable in the class since I didn’t really know anyone. There were a few other folks in the class, one of which was a man named Todd, who was not at all memorable to me other than the fact that he seemed to have an incredible memory for Scripture, which impressed me. But that was the only thing I was thinking of him at the time. So I attended the bible class every week with my brother in law, and every week I saw Todd and thought the same thing about him. He was a nice guy but we never talked or anything like that, I was too busy dealing with all the new stuff there was to know about being a Christian. I remember thinking to myself: this guy is gonna be a preacher because he was so great at quoting scripture. So one day I noticed that he was at the altar praying what seemed to be a prayer of wrestling with God, because he was so engrossed and so emotional that I knew it wasn’t just an everyday prayer. I remembered I had seen him doing this a lot lately, so after church when I saw him, something in me decided to make one of my classic dumb comments and I said “What’s wrong, are you getting your call to preach?” He said “No, I’m going through a divorce.” OOOPS. Divorce? I didn’t even know he was married. I’d never seen his wife, and besides…Christian people weren’t supposed to get divorces, right? Anyway, in that very awkward moment I stammered and blurted out something to the effect of “I’m so sorry to hear that” followed by some more awkwardness and a lot of “uh, um, etc” on my part. I probably said some other stupid and unhelpful things, then my big finish was something like “well, if you ever need to talk or, um, anything, uh…” [this is where I started hearing that voice in my head saying shut up, Krysten, just SHUT UP!!] “…if you need to talk, maybe we could grab a coffee or, uh, something. Well, bye…!” STUPID STUPID STUPID. You know how you say things that you don’t really mean just to get out of a situation? Well that’s what that whole thing was all about. I walked away thinking only “Glad that’s over. I’m such an idiot.” I wasn’t thinking of the poor dude who I just forced to tell me that he was going through a really difficult thing. Yikes… I suck.

Sometime later (I have no idea how long it was) I talked to Todd again and he said “Remember when you said that we could grab coffee and talk sometime?” I thought to myself…. “uh, no….I said that?” But there was no way out of it, so we set up a time to get coffee, but somehow the timing wouldn’t work out right so we ended up planning to have dinner. On a Saturday. Just the two of us. So now I’m thinking…I hope this guy doesn’t think we’re going on a date. Cuz we’re NOT. He’s not even cute. And even if he was, he’s way older than me (7 years seemed WAY older!) and he’s going through a divorce…this is so not my thing. I really hope he’s not on the rebound and thinks we’re going on a date. Turns out that he was also hoping that I wasn’t looking for a date. Who knows why he actually wanted to talk to me. I think at the time, he was probably just a little lonely and wanted someone new to talk to. So we went to a restaurant and while we ordered our Italian food, I started the conversation with “so, tell me about yourself…” and for the next hour or so, he did. He told me everything about himself. EVERYTHING. Apparently this guy doesn’t get modern American social cues…. but I listened and finished my meal way before he did because he was busy talking and all that. But by the end of the dinner, I amazingly still wanted to hang out and talk to him. I don’t even know why, because he pretty much had told me everything about himself that there was to know!

From there, we went to a little coffee shop that hosted local Christian artists. Turns out the feature was a duo of teenage Christian rapper…not exactly the right cup of tea for either of us…but I goofed around and sang & danced with the young dudes, and Todd squirmed a bit in his chair and tried to stifle his laughter. We talked some more and he drove me back to my apartment. Walking me to the door like the gentleman that he was, I couldn’t help thinking what a great time we’d just had, even though everything had pointed toward an inevitable yawn of an evening. God has a funny way of exceeding our expectations and turning our circumstances around when we never would have expected it.

Next time: The Struggle.