Monthly Archives: November 2007

Mike Huckabee and Chuck Norris

This is the coolest thing I’ve seen all day (which is funny since it’s morning and I’m still in my PJs):

Yes, it is my birthday

Today, I’m 25.

My Birthday Tattoo

nervously-waiting.jpgI actually did it – I got a tattoo! I love it! On the way to the tattoo place (Kustom Skin in Fort Lupton, CO) I was fine. I wasn’t nervous or anything. As soon as I got out of the car to go in, I started getting a little bit nervous.  But it wasn’t scary at all – not at all like I expected. Ready to see it?

This is me anxiously waiting for the needle….

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Getting ready…

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Applying the stencil….

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The stencil:

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Getting started:

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I feel surprisingly little pain:

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Halfway done…

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Almost finished…

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Cleaning up…

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And here’s the finished tattoo!

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So before everyone asks, let me explain the significance of “five by five.”

I first heard the phrase years ago when Faith used it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She used it to mean that everything was good or okay. This past summer, I remembered it when I was trying to decide what kind of tattoo I wanted. I knew I wanted the tattoo to mean something. I decided I wanted it to represent the major change that was going on in my life – my crisis of faith. Even when my life was up in the air and I felt constant turmoil, I still had this overwhelming sense that everything was going to be okay. No matter what I chose – faith or no faith – it was going to be okay. That’s when I remembered the phrase “five by five.” I knew I would encorporate it into my tattoo somehow. At first, I tried to go for a larger more elaborate design, but in the end I chose simplicity.

And I love it.

Repainting Faith

There’s been a lot going on lately – both in my heart and my head. You may remember that I’ve been struggling with accepting God’s grace again. It’s been hard to realize that God would still want me even after I threw away my faith and belief in Him. But I have a glimmer of hope that he does. I listened to a message today and at one point the pastor goes, “Just because they break my rules doesn’t mean they cease to be mine” (about his children). And the story of the prodigal son has been brought to my attention many times – as well as the story of Peter denying Christ. Putting it all together, I can’t deny it. I am still a child of God. A child whom God loves very much, no matter how much wrong doing there was on my part.

Realizing that has renewed my hunger and thirst for Him. But it’s a different hunger and thirst than I’ve ever felt before. I still have to battle my cynicism – it runs very deep now. But I long to make a difference. I long to be the kind of person Jesus was.

We just started reading Velvet Elvis in my small group (yes, I’m reading it again), and I was once again struck by the difference in how Christianity is versus how it should be.

For thousands of years followers of Jesus, like artists, have understood that we have to keep going, exploring what it means to live in harmony with each other. The Christian faith tradition is filled with change and growth and transformation. Jesus took part in this process by calling people to rethink faith and the Bible and hope and love and everything else, and by inviting them into the endless process of working out how to live as God created us to live.

The challenge for Christians then is to live with great passion and conviction, remaining open and flexible, aware that this life is not the last painting.

Times change. God doesn’t, but times do. We learn and grow, and the world around us shifts, and the Christian faith is alive only when it is listening, morphing, innovating, letting go of whatever has gotten in the way of Jesus and embracing whatever will help us be more and more the people God wants us to be.

Isn’t that a beautiful picture? It seems so unrealistic to those of us who have fallen prey to fundamentalism. But this is how it should be. There’s no legalism in this picture. There are no pharisees here. Only people who strive to be like Jesus. But unfortunately, too many people who proudly proclaim God’s name have screwed it up for everyone else.

The problem isn’t Jesus; the problem is what comes with Jesus.

For many people the word Christian conjures up all sorts of images that have nothing to do with who Jesus is and how he taught us to live. This must change.

How true is that? How often have you heard the c-word and just cringed? I know some of you have. Heck, even I have of late. What happens is that somebody out there gets this idea that the truth that they have is all there is. They forget that as times change ideas need to be revisited.

Here’s what often happens: Somebody comes along who has a fresh perspective on the Christian faith. People are inspired. A movement starts. Faith that was stale and dying is now alive. But then the pioneer of the movement – the painter – dies and the followers stop exploring. They mistakenly assume that their leaders words were the last ones on the subject, and they freeze their leader’s words. They forget that as that innovator was doing his or her part to move things along, that person was merely taking part in the discussion that will go on forever. And so in their commitment to what so-and-so said and did, they end up freezing the faith.

What gets lost is the truth that whoever painted that version was just like us, searching for God and experiencing God and trying to get a handle on what the Christian faith looks like.

I can say with certainty that I’ve experienced this. If you’ve ever gone to a baptist church in the South, I’m fairly certain that you’ve also experienced this. And it must change!

Living a life in Christ is about joy. It’s about helping people – all people. It’s about generosity, forgiveness, compassion, peace, and honesty. It’s about not being bitter. It’s about humility. It’s about love. It’s about living.

It’s time that those of us who use the name of Christ to describe ourselves started living up to the name.

 

Red Couch and Apartment Pictures

I am in love with my new red couch (loveseat). Isn’t it gorgeous?

It’s super comfy and super soft.

For the first time ever, I have a nice living room! Between Shelley’s furniture and mine, it looks great! (Pardon the lack of wall art)

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And now for my room…

This is my favorite wall, because it’s my favorite art!

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The top picture says, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” The bottom one says, “There’s a skinny girl who lives inside of me that’s trying to get out, but I can usually shut her up with cookies.” And the one on the right says, “Break the monotony. Do something strange and exciting!”

This is the prettiest wall in my room (sorry about the flash glare – there’s no overhead light in my room, so I had to use the flash):

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And this is the best part of my room – the bookshelf!

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I heart my new apartment.

Oh, the pain!

I overdid it yesterday.

But I’m nearly completely moved in and unpacked! Woohoo! I’m loving the new apartment. And I got a brand new red loveseat today! It’s freaking gorgeous!

But I learned a very important lesson. Repetitive heavy lifting and bending is really bad when you have a herniated disk in your lower back. Really bad. There was about an hour last night where I couldn’t get out of bed because the act of lifting my legs sent my back into spasms. It sucked.

Today it’s better, but could easily get worse. I’m very sore. I had planned to finish everything up today – including the massive cleaning I have to do at the old apartment in order to get my deposit back – but I couldn’t do it. So I’ll finish up tomorrow and be done with it (with the help of some friends)! Happy day!

To be known…

A while back, I posted this video. I love it. It moves me everytime I hear it. I’m reposting it because I finally got around to typing out the full monologue – no matter how many times I googled it, I couldn’t find it anywhere. So here’s the video and the monologue.

I am a woman. Of no distinction. Of little importance. I am a woman of no reputation, save that which is bad. You whisper as I pass by and cast judgmental glances though you don’t really take the time to look at me, or, even get to know me, for to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known and, otherwise, what’s the point of doing either one of them in the first place? I want to be known. I want someone to look at my face and not just see two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears but to see all that I am and could be. All my hopes, loves, and fears but that’s too much to hope for, to wish for, or pray for so I don’t. Not anymore. Now I keep to myself, and by that I mean the pain that keeps me in my own private jail. The pain that has brought me here, at midday, to this well.

To ask for a drink is no big request, but to ask it of me, a woman unclean, ashamed, used and abused, an outcast, a failure, a disappointment, a sinner. No drink passing from these hands to your lips could ever be refreshing, only condemning, as I’m sure you condemn me now, but you don’t.

You’re a man of no distinction, though of the utmost importance. A man with little reputation, at least so far. You whisper and tell me to my face what all those glances have been about, and you take the time to really look at me but don’t need to get to know me for to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known, and you know me. You actually know me. All of me and everything about me. Every thought inside and hair on top of my head. Every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread from my past and my future, all I am and can be you tell me everything. You tell me about me.

And that which is spoken by another would bring hate and condemnation. Coming from you it brings love, grace, mercy, hope, and salvation. I’ve heard of one to come who would save a wretch like me, and here in my presence you say, “I am he.”

To be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known.

And I just met you, but I love you. I don’t know you, but I want to get to. Let me run back to town; this is way too much for just me. There are others–brothers, sisters, lovers, haters, the good and the bad, sinners and saints who should hear what you have told me, who should see what you have shown me, who should taste what you gave me, who should feel how you forgave me.

For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known.

And they all need this too. We all do. We need it for our own.

I heart Stumble

This post got picked up by stumble. I got more than 1,700 unique visitors today. And 3,000 page views. Those are jaw dropping stats for me, folks. I don’t do this for the traffic (obviously), but when I see a day like that, it makes me wanna SQUEE! (I know that term is usually reserved for excitement over cuteness, but I can’t help it)

Turkey Day

You know, Thanksgiving used to my favorite holiday. I’d never really thought about that before. Now? I keep flip flopping back and forth between “It really sucks” and “It’s just another day of the year – that I happen to get paid vacation time for.”

Thanksgiving, properly celebrated, should be spent surrounded by family.

I can’t do that.

I will be at a friend’s house for the traditional turkey dinner, and while I’m totally appreciative of that, it’s just not the same. Last year, I spent the day totally alone, and I prepared myself a turkey dinner, including my granny’s recipe for sausage dressing! It was a great meal. Probably the best I’ve ever made. But it did fall a little flat with no one there to share it with. This year I decided it’s way too much work to try and do that especially since I got the key to my new apartment yesterday and need to start moving.

I miss my family.

To those of you who are spending this day exactly the way you want to: I hope the day if filled with joy for you.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

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