Wednesday, April 29, 2009
My friend Melissa (the family we spent Easter Sunday with) lost her 13 year old nephew last night in a four wheeling accident. They are a very close family and I know you can all understand the devastation they are experiencing. Please pray for his parents, his two sisters, and for all these aunts, uncles, and cousins.
This past Sunday, we read the story in Luke of the widow who lost her only son. Jesus was passing by as the funeral procession made it's way down the street and Luke tells us that when Jesus saw her, "He had compassion on her." I pray that this family would feel the compassion of Christ in the midst of their hurting.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
She was shot to death on Sunday by her boyfriend. Here is a link to the news story. They refer to her as a woman which is hard for me to swallow. I know that 19 year olds would argue with me but when you are talking about the end of a life, nineteen hardly seems grown. Our kids were sad to hear what happened and a few of the kids who've known her longer have taken the news very hard. Please pray for them as they process it. Please pray for the Reece family. They are grieving in a way I cannot even imagine, and never hope to. But our God knows exactly how they feel. Pray that He will be very real to them in this time.
Also, pray that the guy responsible will be caught. As of this morning, he is still on the run.
Monday, April 20, 2009
"Oh, I had food on my boob." Isaiah gave me a sideways glance. I brushed it off but it left a small grease spot behind. "Aw man, now I have a spot on right on my boob. Isaiah, why didn't you tell me I had food on my boob?"
Isaiah threw both hands up as though creating a protective shield around his head and said, "Mom! Will you quit saying that?! You are freaking me out!"
Oops. Note to self. Do not say boob in front of Isaiah.
WHAT?! I'm freaking you out, too? ugh. Note to self. Do not say boob on the blog. oops.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sarcasm, sarcasm, thou art a wicked friend
For what pleases in the beginning, surely bites me in the end.
You bring me great joy when good friends are near
The smiling faces of ones I hold dear
But in the public domain where the audience may swell
I fear you don’t translate yourself very well.
To attempt to restrain you, I once measured my words
Hoping not to confuse the ones who have heard
And I began to take literally the words others spoke
Till alas, someone muttered “Man, she can’t take a joke.”
So, you see that you’ve left me in a straight betwixt two
To embrace or replace thee, what shall I do?
Yet, even now I admit that in this very prose
I have used you again to make my point, I suppose.
Oh sarcasm, sarcasm, thou art a wicked friend
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I find it kind of sad the way that you represent the community you live in. I assume people who know you know that you're joking around. But I'm sure there are lots of people out there who read your blog regularly who don't know you and aren't able to contextualize your observations. I'm one of those people.
I always felt that part of the reason you decided to become part of this community was to help dispel myths about lower income neighborhoods. I feel that often when you talk about your neighbors you're simply perpetuating these stereotypes, and it saddens me.
I've read your blog for some time now, and I've actually wanted to raise this in response to a few posts, and i decided today i wanted to share this.
I hope you won't take this as a slam, but rather as something to reflect on.
Let me start by saying that I don't take it as a slam. There are no ALL CAPS or over used !!!! It is much too thoughtfully written to be taken as an all out assault. So, thanks for that. Honestly, I am more confused by it than anything else. I did reflect -quite literally- I scanned back through a good year's worth of posts; and while I'm willing to admit a heavy bias, I don't see it.
Even more confusing was the connection to the post under which you penned your thoughts. The entire point of the previous post was how misguided and untrue my sons fears and concerns were. The opposite of what I understand your accusation to be.
I'm not sure which stereotypes you believe I have perpetuated. In fact, I had to go all the back to November of last year to find another post in which I specifically mentioned any person or situation directly relating to the neighborhood.
We moved into this neighborhood to love people. I suppose there are "myths" surrounding low income areas but there are also realities. I could have not shared the story of Willie in an effort to dispel the myth of alcoholism in the 'hood but... Willie exists. Alcoholism exists. What would you have me do? Does my recounting of Willie's story have a sarcastic edge? Sure. Perhaps you would offer a more sober-minded response to having a man stand in your living room and ask you (or your wife) to unzip his pants. Consider yourself the bigger person. I figured I had three options in this situation: be scared of it, be angry at it, or laugh about it. I chose laughing. I choose laughing.
I'm guessing (feel free to correct me) that you were put off by my asking if it was smart for my friend to bring white people to her party. Well, here's how that breaks down for me. Most white people would not have asked that question (out loud) for one of two reasons --
1) Fear. If I acknowledge our racial difference it may cause tension. That's not the kind of relationship I have with my friend, Melissa. Or any other friends for that matter. I did not have to be afraid of damaging the relationship by stating the obvious.
2) Arrogance. (unintentional, but still) Of course I don't have to ask if I'd be welcomed at the party. As a white American I am welcomed virtually anywhere I go. I'm not and never have been obligated to consider acceptance as a factor. The same is not true for African Americans. My willingness to ask (even within humor) acknowledges that they have the right to exclude me. I'm grateful that they didn't.
We love our neighborhood. We love our neighbors. We are surrounded by amazing, hard-working, loving, and giving people. There are also addictions, abuses, and sin. To deny either would be to misrepresent our community. To withhold love from any would be to misrepresent our God. The best we hope to do is to serve both wholeheartedly and honestly.
If we have screwed it up by your account -you are always welcome to come and help us out.
Monday, April 13, 2009
The bigger kids egg race. Nathan came in third.
Luckily, the prize for third place was a "We will not kill your parents today" ribbon. ;-)
Mamoune shaking her stuff for the hula hoop contest.
Tim volunteered to start a "bald head" contest and we figured he was a shoo-in until one of Melissa's sisters threatened to take her wig off. Oh, and Bella made off like a bandit. The girl ate no less than four cupcakes. Every time I turned around she had another one from somewhere. She was awfully sluggish as I tried to get her out of bed this morning. She gave a whispery "yes" when I asked if she had a "sugar hangover." My, they do start early these days.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
We recently had a discussion about "lol" as seen on blogs, facebook, in chat rooms, etc. Here is his take:
Tim: LOL? Really? Is that an lol? I mean maybe it's a COL -chuckle out loud but an lol? I just don't get how often people use that. It takes a lot to make me laugh out loud. (I didn't bother mentioning ROFLOL's because I knew that would only fan the flame ;-)) I think most of the lol's should really be labeled as what they are: a "WAAH."
Me: A waah?
Tim: Yeah, a Weak Attempt At Humor. waah.
That made both of us lol.