Waiting

Today I was blessed to attend a church service this morning that actually prompted me to worship. The sermon will be posted here sometime in the next week or so. Unfortunately the time of worship afterward will not be on the podcast.

God used this time to refresh me and speak directly to me and my present ordeal. I have a lot to think about, but more later when I have words for what is in my head.


I cry out to God Most High,
to God who fulfills his purpose for me.
He will send from heaven and save me;
he will put to shame him who tramples on me.
God will send out His steadfast love and faithfulness. Psalm 57:2-3


Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but desire fulfilled is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12

Quote of the Day

We believe that hundreds of conscientious, sensitive Christian women have actually suffered more under the slowly crucifying process to which they have been subjected by men who bear the Christian name than many a martyr has endured in passing through the flames.

Phoebe Palmer in The Promise of the Father

Happy Thanksgiving!

This year I am thankful for:

• Izzy who gets up early in the morning to help me make breakfast and lunch when I am running late. (He does lots of other wonderful things.)


• My job even thought I hate it because it pays my bills and has allowed me to take 62 paid days off in the last two years


• My family


• All of the blessings I have but do not have the sense to appreciate.

Church Music Rant

I have a bad reputation with my husband and some friends for being very critical of the "worship" at the church services I attend. By "worship" I mean the music. In some ways I understand that I should not be constantly criticizing what goes on, particularly when I could chose to participate and try to make it better and deliberately choose not to. However, compared to many people, I am not that picky about church music. I don't mind too much if the musicians play poorly or if they mess up as long as it is not consistently distracting. I am also tolerant of nearly every style of music from hymns sung with an organ to all varieties of choirs and bands. In general, I am willing to deal with whatever kind of music the congregation prefers to have even if does not suit my particular taste. If I had my preference, there would be a variety of different kinds of music played.

My reputation for being critical comes from the fact that I regularly have a problem with the words of the songs people choose to play. I am frustrated that no one seems to pay attention to the ideas in the songs that are chosen. Sometimes I don't think the songs make sense, sometimes they make sense, but are full of bad theology, and sometimes the songs make sense and even have good ideas that could be helpful for facilitating real worship, but there is no identifiable purpose in the order in which they are sung.

It bothers me that people go crazy worrying about how the songs sound, but pay no attention to what they mean. Over the last several weeks at church, we have had songs that fit every category each week. I have not been able to identify any rhyme or reason to the songs that were chosen and the order in which they were played. I don't understand what the purpose of the singing time is if there is no sense to what we are singing.

Technical Difficulties

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Back to Blogging

I have been overwhelmed in the last several months with things to think about. Some of that comes with having so many life changes in such a short period of time, I'm sure, and some of it is the variety of ideas to which I am exposed. There are so many things to think about!

Anyway, I realized sometime this week that I need to start discipling myself to write about some of the things I am thinking about if I want to have something more than half-formed ideas floating around in my head. So, after I move into my new house a week from tomorrow I am going to try to write about something at least once a week. We'll see how that goes.