They will ALWAYS miss the thing you are telling them to look at, out the window.
The night before Ryan ran his first Half Ironman (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13 mile run), this is what I told him:
“I am proud of you. This race exemplifies everything you are. You are a man who stretches yourself in every area of your life. You set goals to do what is hard for you, whether in fitness, parenting, serving God or in marriage. You stretch yourself and you accomplish what many people would simply say is ‘Too hard’. This race is why you are the man you are.
And that was BEFORE he got his awesome time of 5:55:44.
The cheerleaders:
Right before the last 1 mile of the race. He was dead, but you can’t tell.
The finish line:
The “congratulations package” brought over by the Daines. It was full of 6 packs of treats, because he did the race in under 6 hours.
**And EXTRA big thanks to Ryan’s aunt Susan and Uncle Jerry, who went above and beyond in the hosting/feeding/loaning car/cleaning up after us category. And Mark and Mandy who drove down to Jerry and Susan’s to give moral support over the big weekend!
:D
“One day as I was passing into the field, this sentence fell upon my soul: ‘Thy righteousness is in heaven.’ And with the eyes of my soul I saw Jesus at the Father’s right hand. ‘There,’ I said, ‘is my righteousness!’ So that wherever I was or whatever I was doing, God could not say to me, ‘Where is your righteousness?’ For it is always right before him.
I saw that it is not my good frame of heart that made my righteousness better, nor yet my bad frame that made my righteousness worse, for my righteousness IS Christ. Now my chains fell off indeed. My temptations fled away, and I lived sweetly at peace with God.
Now I could look from myself to him and could reckon that all my character was like the coins a rich man carries in his pocket when all his gold is safe in a trunk at home. Oh I saw that my gold was indeed in a trunk at home, in Christ my Lord. Now Christ was all: my righteousness, sanctification, redemption.”
- John Bunyan, Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners
If I hear one more person say:
“I am just ready for autumn to start! I’m ready for this summer to be done”…
We are enjoying the most lovely Indian Summer here in the Inland Northwest. Yesterday, when I took these pictures, it was 90 degrees. The flowers are still blooming, the tomato plants are still tomato-ing, and my kids are riding happily on their bikes to school. And I’ve been hearing moms complaining about it.
What I always want to ask those people:
Have you ever NOT gotten enough cold weather? Have you ever wished spring would come later, so you could have just a little more winter? Are your kids jeans NOT as hole-y as mine by the end of May?!
Long Live the Late Summer!
After trying out recipes all month (yay on the Pelmini and the Borscht, nay on the Peirogi—seen here):
and cooking for, truly, 8 hours
and worrying that all my mismatched and lame dishes would look dumb
and a trip to the Kiev market for some black bread and smetana (Russian sour cream…it’s on EVEYRTHING)
and having Ryan type Russian food names for all my dishes
and reading the LONGEST (though most excellent) Anna Karenina
I must admit…book club was a success.
Over the weekend I read the best book on prayer I’ve ever read. Yes, over the weekend: that’s how engaging this book is. And yes, I’ve read quite a few books on prayer. Paul Miller’s A Praying Life beats them all.
Four reasons why Miller’s book is that good:
1. It’s not simplistic. Miller engages the difficult questions about prayer without falling into naïve God-speak or smug cynicism. As an example, he starts the book by punching the reader in the mouth with this story:
I was camping for the weekend in the mountains of Pennsylvania with five of our six kids… I was walking down from our campsite to our Dodge Caravan when I noticed our fourteen-year-old daughter, Ashley, standing in front of the van, tense and upset. When I asked her what was wrong, she said, “I lost my contact lens. It’s gone.” I looked down with her at the forest floor, covered with leaves and twigs. There were a million little crevices for the lens to fall into and disappear.
I said, “Ashley, don’t move. Let’s pray.” But before I could pray, she burst into tears. “What good does it do? I’ve prayed for Kim to speak, and she isn’t speaking.”
My daughter Kim struggles with autism and developmental delay. Because of her weak fine motor skills and problems with motor planning, she is also mute. One day after five years of speech therapy, Kim crawled out of the speech therapist’s office, crying from frustration. My wife Jill said, “No more,” and we stopped speech therapy.
Prayer was no mere formality for Ashley. She had taken God at his word and asked that he would let Kim speak. But nothing happened. Kim’s muteness was a testimony to a silent God. Prayer, it seemed, doesn’t work.
Can you relate to this feeling? I can.
2. The author writes as both a fellow journeyer and a spiritual leader. To make me listen to what you have to say about prayer, you need to be skilled enough in prayer to know what you’re talking about, but real enough to relate to the rest of us. Miller walks this line perfectly. He isn’t afraid to claim that he knows something about prayer: “I never started out to write a book on prayer. I simply discovered that I’d learned how to pray. Life’s unexpected turns had created a path in my heart to God; God taught me to pray through suffering.” Okay, I’m listening. This guy has the smell of wisdom. But at the same time, he doesn’t over-promise: “What does it feel like to grow up? It is a thousand feelings on a thousand different days. That is what learning to pray feels like… a praying life isn’t something you accomplish in a year. It is the journey of a lifetime… There is not one magic bullet but a thousand pinpricks that draw us into [a praying life].” And that’s Miller’s stated goal: not for you to make impressive resolutions or pray for only a season, but to help you develop a praying life.
3. The book acknowledges both the poetry and the precision of effective prayer. To those who trust in formulas and structures, Miller has this rebuke: “Many attempts to teach people to pray encourage the creation of a split personality. You’re taught to ‘do it right.’ Instead of the real, messy you meeting God, you try to re-create yourself by becoming spiritual… So instead, begin with who you are. That’s how the gospel works. God begins with you. It’s a little scary because you’re messed up.” On the other hand, just when you start to make “praying like a child” an excuse for laziness, he retorts: “Many people… are suspicious of all systems. They feel it kills the Spirit. Systems seem to fly in the face of what we learned about childlike praying. But all of us create systems with things that are important to us. Remember, life is both holding hands and scrubbing floors. It is both being and doing. Prayer journals or prayer cards are on the ‘scrubbing floors’ side of life. Praying like a child is on the ‘holding hands’ side of life. We need both.”
4. The book is full of powerful sentences. If an author, time and again, grabs me by the throat with a single sentence, I know I’m reading a book that has punch. Hence the reason I enjoy Lewis, Tozer, and Chesterton. Miller is not in the same category as those great writers, but his book does have its share of thought-provoking turns of phrase. Among them:
Whether you’re just learning to pray or seeking to deepen your practice of prayer, do yourself a favor and read A Praying Life. It will feed your soul. We’ll have a few copies available at the Coram Deo book table next week.
"Seth: “Mom, I have a good idea! How about when we get home, you make some cake and we eat it ? Isn’t that a good idea!?”
Why yes, Seth, it is.
You have died with Christ, and he has set you free from the evil powers of this world. So why do you keep on following rules of the world, such as, "Don't handle, don't eat, don't touch." Such rules are mere human teaching about things that are gone as soon as we use them. These rules may seem wise because they require strong devotion, humility, and severe bodily discipline. But they have no effect when it comes to conquering a person's evil thoughts and desires. -Col 2:20-23
Thanks... I needed this!
“Christ died for his people, and we are saved when by faith we become part of the people for whom Christ died. The story of the Bible is the story of God fulfilling the promise, ‘I will take you as my own people, and I will be your God’ (Exodus 6:7; Revelation 21:3). If the gospel is to be at the heart of church life and mission, it is equally true that the church is to be at the heart of gospel life and mission.”
- Tim Chester and Steve Timmis, Total Church (Wheaton, Ill.: Crossway Books, 2008), 39.
“By becoming a Christian, I belong to God and I belong to my brothers and sisters. It is not that I belong to God and then make a decision to join a local church. My being in Christ means being in Christ with those others who are in Christ. This is my identity. This is our identity. . . . If the church is the body of Christ, then we should not live as disembodied Christians.”
- Tim Chester and Steve Timmis, Total Church (Wheaton, Ill, Crossway Books, 2008), 41.