Some one said that in the comments, and I really appreciated the thought.
It is what I'm feeling these days, not sure it is worth blogging about, but it is a lot more pleasant than the alternatives.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Thursday, December 28, 2006
What does submission mean ...
A friend of mine, Pistas3, has made some comments about Paul's writings being pro-women when read as intended. She has been a little busy (I asked her almost seven years ago it seems for a longer comment ... but graduate school and life happen to us all), but I found a similar scholarly analysis:
Mutual submission in Christ is what submission means, not one to the other.
In fact, Ephes. 5.22 is elliptical, and so when Paul gets around to saying "wives to husbands as to the Lord." and so on, he is presupposing the meaning of submission enunciated in vs. 21--namely that that wife's submission should only be offered in the context of mutual submission. When the husband is exhorted to love his wife as Christ does the church, this is another form that mutual submission takes in Christ.
Mutual submission in Christ is what submission means, not one to the other.
So, how are we doing ...
Well, other than wanting to see more friends more often (things get so busy), this is probably the best Christmas we've had. Now, if we can only catch up with the Greens (and my thanks to the people who sent me the phone number for Billy Joe -- your e-mail address bounced when I sent a thank you note to you, but I had a great talk with him and he gave me Bob Smith's number to [I think, I had the strangest dream and woke up with Bob Smith's number on my telephone's saved number list]).
Our Christmas letter follows. I think we got them all mailed (they were in the kitchen when we had our fire, and I still worry ...).
That was our family Christmas letter. I got Win to approve it when she was very tired, later, on reading it again, she laughed when she realized I was talking about her being perfect and gorgeous, then realized I had sent that out to everyone we sent cards to (though we lost too many addresses in a PDA crash and the fire).
I'm so grateful to have gotten through a Christmas without the memories overwhelming us or another tragedy striking and to have a living, happy seven-year-old in the house, and Heather home for the holidays.
Another blog by a parent in grief. http://barbtries.blogspot.com/
Our Christmas letter follows. I think we got them all mailed (they were in the kitchen when we had our fire, and I still worry ...).
*
Heather
at
man. He lost 75 pounds. In Judo too. His
a house and started major renovations. Win still doing
chairs Ward Activity Committee. Girl Scout Leader. Very Tired
Perfect
&
gorgeous.
That was our family Christmas letter. I got Win to approve it when she was very tired, later, on reading it again, she laughed when she realized I was talking about her being perfect and gorgeous, then realized I had sent that out to everyone we sent cards to (though we lost too many addresses in a PDA crash and the fire).
I'm so grateful to have gotten through a Christmas without the memories overwhelming us or another tragedy striking and to have a living, happy seven-year-old in the house, and Heather home for the holidays.
Another blog by a parent in grief. http://barbtries.blogspot.com/
Monday, December 25, 2006
Breathe
Well, it is the "real" Christmas morning and everyone is still healthy and breathing.
Sometimes you just need to be grateful and to breathe.
Sometimes there is nothing more that you can really give or that you really need.
Christmas with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square
almost as good as Christmas at home with my sleeping baby (ok, she is really seven years old now, but she is sleeping like a baby).
Sometimes you just need to be grateful and to breathe.
Sometimes there is nothing more that you can really give or that you really need.
Christmas with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square
almost as good as Christmas at home with my sleeping baby (ok, she is really seven years old now, but she is sleeping like a baby).
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Christmas Books.
Each Little Bird That Sings (Golden Kite Honors (Awards)) by Deborah Wiles (Hardcover - Mar 1, 2005) -- a story of death, life and transition, about a ten year old girl whose family owns the town's funeral home when death visits her. As a reviewer said "The book could easily have turned cutesy or, 190 degrees the other way, overly morbid. That it is neither of these is something just short of a miracle."
For a time when you need someone else's grief and someone else's humor.
We had a lot of books for Christmas at our house. (Yes, we had Christmas a day early because of work and other issues).
I'd love to have the suggestions of any visitors of good books.
For a time when you need someone else's grief and someone else's humor.
We had a lot of books for Christmas at our house. (Yes, we had Christmas a day early because of work and other issues).
- Sergeant Nibley, Ph.D.: Memories of an Unlikely Screaming Eagle by Hugh Nibley and Alex Nibley
- Mormonism: THE STORY OF A NEW RELIGIOUS TRADITION by Jan Shipps (Paperback - Jan 1, 1987)
- Believing History: Latter-Day Saint Essays by Richard L. Bushman, Reid Larkin Neilson, and Jed Woodworth (Hardcover - April 2004) (soon to be a paperback)
- Rick Steves' Italy 2007 (Rick Steves) by Rick Steves (two copies, I gave one to Win and she gave one to me).
- Peter and the Shadow Thieves by Dave Barry, Ridley Pearson, and Greg Call -- Rachel picked this one out for herself.
- Empire by Orson Scott Card (Hardcover - Nov 28, 2006) -- Heather waited in line for three hours to get me an autographed copy.
- The Art of Throwing: Principles & Techniques A very pretty book.
- Hallelujah! Christmas With The Mormon Tabernacle Choir/The Vienna Boys' Choir
- Core Throwing Techniques of the Kodokan Judo Syllabus Volume 1: Dai Ikkyo
- and ...
Jesus Christ and the World of the New Testament: A Latter-Day Saint Perspective -- thank you Times & Seasons.
I'd love to have the suggestions of any visitors of good books.
Friday, December 22, 2006
I didn't know that was what they really meant
"Birds, I've missed birds. I knew they flew south for the winter, but I didn't know that was what they really meant -- that they would all be gone."
When the birds fly south for the winter from Dallas, it means the geese fly over head and the ducks leave, but lots of birds are still to be found. In Utah, my daughter discovered that when the birds go south for the summer they all go south, leaving a land completely barren of flying things.
Yes, Heather is back from BYU for Christmas, Rachel is now seven and still alive and it has been a wonderful day.
When they told me that when I got older I'd be happy with simple things, I didn't know that was what they meant.
When the birds fly south for the winter from Dallas, it means the geese fly over head and the ducks leave, but lots of birds are still to be found. In Utah, my daughter discovered that when the birds go south for the summer they all go south, leaving a land completely barren of flying things.
Yes, Heather is back from BYU for Christmas, Rachel is now seven and still alive and it has been a wonderful day.
When they told me that when I got older I'd be happy with simple things, I didn't know that was what they meant.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
It is my birthday and I'll cry if I want to ...
... or not.
It is perfectly proper to be happy on a birthday and I am.
;)
It is perfectly proper to be happy on a birthday and I am.
;)
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Only girl in the chess tournament, youngest too.
Rachel went to her first chess tournament. She was the only first grader from her school, the only girl at the tournament. Small, just three schools teams (I think, may have been four), Swiss style tournament. She came in sixth place and her team took first place.
I'm pleased as punch, to use the old saying, and it was a great day. I had to skip a test for Judo, but Rachel is more important. I'll have next year, but this was her only chance to be the only six year old in a chess tournament, her first, and to bring home a trophy (different trophies for sixth through first place).
I'm pleased as punch, to use the old saying, and it was a great day. I had to skip a test for Judo, but Rachel is more important. I'll have next year, but this was her only chance to be the only six year old in a chess tournament, her first, and to bring home a trophy (different trophies for sixth through first place).
Friday, December 15, 2006
Peacetalk 101 -- Elgin's Advent Story
Another book by Elgin, about someone who found hope in the Christmas Holiday after falling into the deepest of despair. Read the reviews and the sample chapter on-line to decide if it is for you.
(5 customer reviews) 29 used & new from $6.00
What other books can you think of that preach hope to people who face despair?
For more on Elgin visit http://ozarque.com or her blog at http://ozarque.livejournal.com/
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Patricia A. McKillip, reprise
- http://www.sff.net/odyssey/mckillip.html
- http://greenbooks.theonering.net/tributes/files/pat_mckillip.html
I just read her Alphabet of Thorns -- just when I really needed a book of that sort. It brought me joy.
So I decided to look for more about her on-line. Found things that Google didn't provide me before, such as the link above.
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| Alphabet of Thorn by Patricia A. McKillip (Hardcover - Feb 3, 2004) - Bargain Price |
| Used & new from $6.99 |
| In Stock |
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Is what Amazon had to say. I'm afraid I paid about that for a trade paperback, but I'm glad |
If there are books that have helped you or given you comfort when you needed it, please mention them in the comments.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Seasons of the heart, emotions and time
Christmas season brings up such a flow of emotion in almost everyone. The vitality of emotion also causes everything driven by emotion to surface, as well as emotions. Grief, joy, love, sorrow, gratitude and resentment all rise on the same tide.
At the same time, in grief, there are separate seasons of the heart, driven by events, by memories, by anniversaries and by the passage of time. Sometimes they coincide with the physical seasons and the ebb and flow of holidays. That is especially true in my life.
I find that if I allow everything to rise, to flow through me and into me and to become a part of me (which it already is), then I am me for the season, and can encompass the joy of it along with the sorrow, the sweet as well as the bitter. To be one makes me whole.
May you be whole this season, healed by the light that is in Christ.
At the same time, in grief, there are separate seasons of the heart, driven by events, by memories, by anniversaries and by the passage of time. Sometimes they coincide with the physical seasons and the ebb and flow of holidays. That is especially true in my life.
I find that if I allow everything to rise, to flow through me and into me and to become a part of me (which it already is), then I am me for the season, and can encompass the joy of it along with the sorrow, the sweet as well as the bitter. To be one makes me whole.
May you be whole this season, healed by the light that is in Christ.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Normal does not equal desirable. Or even survivable.
Normal does not equal desirable. Or even survivable.
That is a great line. So many things in grief are "normal" and yet so many people do not survive them.
God bless all of you, each and every one. May normal for you be desirable, and may the season bring you joy.
That is a great line. So many things in grief are "normal" and yet so many people do not survive them.
God bless all of you, each and every one. May normal for you be desirable, and may the season bring you joy.
Christmas Program (by Win Marsh)
Christmas Program December, 2006
Vance Bryson in chair with microphone.
Picks up scriptures and starts to read
Read Luke Chapter 2, Verses 1-5
Mary and Joseph walk into the room from back entrance. Both look tired. Joseph is helping Mary who is obviously pregnant. They have a lantern.
Joseph: “Oh Mary, we are finally here in
Mary looks at him and nods. She walks as if she is exhausted.
Joseph: “ I’m sure you feel better after a rest. (Pause) I see an
Joseph and Mary present themselves at the door. There is an Innkeeper outside sweeping.
Innkeeper #1: “Don’t even ask. Every room is full. The hall is full. There are absolutely no rooms left. Try my brother’s place across the way. He still had a room available this afternoon.” Innkeeper waves them off towards the other side of the cultural hall.
Mary and Joseph walk on to the second door. They knock.
Joseph: “Your brother told us that you might have a room.”
Innkeeper #2: “ I did have a room. A terrible room. But even it is gone now. There have been so many people arriving today that there just isn’t anything left in town. Even my own house is rented out. My family is staying with my cousin.”
Mary and Joseph slowly walk away. Walk through diners towards other side of cultural hall.
“O Little Town of
Joseph knocks on third door.
Innkeeper just waves them away.
Innkeeper stops and watches them walk away.
Mary and Joseph slump their shoulders and walk slower and slower. Innkeeper watches, pauses, calls them back.
Innkeeper #3: “Come back. You won’t find rooms tonight. There is no room in my inn – or in any other inn tonight in
Mary and Joseph look at each other, nod and go back to the innkeeper. They are led out the door.
Vance: Read Matt Chapter 2: Verses 1-9
Young Men enter through back doors singing “We Three Kings” and travel out through the doors closest to the stage.
FireTruck at the Marsh House
Rachel thought it was the neatest thing ever. Myself, I'm not a big fan of stove fires breaking out while I'm not in the house, and I'd have been happier if the doors throughout the house were closed instead of open, but the turkey got its last revenge ...
The fire department dropped by, used their blower to evacuate smoke, confirmed things were at a non-toxic level, gave Rachel a tour of the fire engine (it was really neat) and were properly buff and heroic. We've a lot of laundry left to do, but I washed the counter tops and floor and then Win did it again.
I'm grateful it is over and that everyone is OK. I'm also grateful it wasn't my fault. Better to be mildly amused and helping out ...
It is a wonderful morning.
The fire department dropped by, used their blower to evacuate smoke, confirmed things were at a non-toxic level, gave Rachel a tour of the fire engine (it was really neat) and were properly buff and heroic. We've a lot of laundry left to do, but I washed the counter tops and floor and then Win did it again.
I'm grateful it is over and that everyone is OK. I'm also grateful it wasn't my fault. Better to be mildly amused and helping out ...
It is a wonderful morning.
Automated spammers ... amazed beyond belief
My website, adrr.com, had the following for last month:
That is twenty-five hundred hits plus on a cgi script that doesn't do anything on my website and that has no external links to it. All of those by spam robots.
I've gone from a mild distaste for spam, to a real dislike of it, to being stunned beyond belief at it.
BTW
As long as the following statistic remains true, the site remains up:
In spite of spam, some good is being done.
| 2528 | 1.60% | 45399 | 3.30% | /Guestbook/guestbook.cgi |
That is twenty-five hundred hits plus on a cgi script that doesn't do anything on my website and that has no external links to it. All of those by spam robots.
I've gone from a mild distaste for spam, to a real dislike of it, to being stunned beyond belief at it.
BTW
| # | Hits | Search String | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 501 | 10.11% | swords |
| 2 | 131 | 2.64% | mediation |
| 3 | 118 | 2.38% | adr |
| 4 | 88 | 1.78% | fallen angels |
| 5 | 79 | 1.59% | alternative dispute resolution |
| 6 | 79 | 1.59% | what makes a hero |
| 7 | 44 | 0.89% | death of a child |
| 8 | 44 | 0.89% | real swords |
| 9 | 40 | 0.81% | loss of a child |
| 10 | 34 | 0.69% | que es la comunicacion |
| 11 | 25 | 0.50% | oni |
| 12 | 22 | 0.44% | heroquest |
| 13 | 22 | 0.44% | wing commander |
| 14 | 20 | 0.40% | adr dispute resolution |
| 15 | 20 | 0.40% | shared custody |
| 16 | 19 | 0.38% | necro |
| 17 | 15 | 0.30% | divorce law in texas |
| 18 | 14 | 0.28% | mediation statistics |
| 19 | 14 | 0.28% | wolf man |
| 20 | 13 | 0.26% | joint physical custody |
As long as the following statistic remains true, the site remains up:
| 8 | 375 | 0.24% | 212 | 0.87% | /living/sloss.htm |
In spite of spam, some good is being done.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Understanding vs. endorsing
I once made the mistake of responding to the question "how can x group be so blind or so stupid as to not ..." The response to explaining why the mistake was being made was so harsh I left that group. There were too many members who could not separate understanding from endorsing, explaining from believing (though one person remarked that I was continually making the mistake of explaining both sides of an issue and thereby irritating people who had chosen one side or the other).
Understanding is not endorsing. Much like a refusal to talk is merely a choice of communication strategies.
"We do not talk with terrorists" or "we do not talk with criminals" seems silly when you ask the person saying it "So, do you mean you do not communicate with them?" Not only that, but most police departments have found that they get better law enforcement and achieve their goals better when they communicate with, usually by talking with, those who have taken hostages or committed other crimes. It would amaze many people to learn just how much good police work is done by talking.
It would amaze many people how important to good police work understanding is.
The police are the last to endorse crime, to intend to give in to criminals. Yet, they are the first to understand and to communicate with criminals, given the chance.
Understanding is not endorsement, communication and talk is not surrender.
Understanding is not endorsing. Much like a refusal to talk is merely a choice of communication strategies.
"We do not talk with terrorists" or "we do not talk with criminals" seems silly when you ask the person saying it "So, do you mean you do not communicate with them?" Not only that, but most police departments have found that they get better law enforcement and achieve their goals better when they communicate with, usually by talking with, those who have taken hostages or committed other crimes. It would amaze many people to learn just how much good police work is done by talking.
It would amaze many people how important to good police work understanding is.
The police are the last to endorse crime, to intend to give in to criminals. Yet, they are the first to understand and to communicate with criminals, given the chance.
Understanding is not endorsement, communication and talk is not surrender.
Responsibility v. Caprice
A while back I read an essay that contrasted communities of duty against those of choice. It was interesting, and from a liberal perspective made the first argument against gay marriage that made any sense to me (not that it was convincing, but at least it made sense), but in trying to understand, it missed the point.
The point is not that some people have communities and relationships formed by duty and some that are created by choice, but that some people are responsible and some people appear to be ruled by caprice and whim.
There may be some issue of duty in terms of family members caring for family members, but it is more about being responsible. There may be some duty in members of the church caring for each other, but it is more about love and responsibility. The same is true of those who participate in the children's medical clinic we have locally. I guess some one who volunteers feels a duty, but mostly they are just responsible and they chose compassion.
The network of relationships that forms any community has a great deal of choice, but it is founded on responsibility, not duty. It is not as if there is some lifeless, drudge filled "red" state of mind driven my grudging duty that should be juxtaposed against the glorious freedom of choice and the blue light of freedom.
Rather, many people see it as a choice between being responsible and being ruled by caprice and whim. Aesop got it. Bruce Hafen understood it (see his "love is not blind" speech). But until someone understands that what is going on is perceived as a clash between responsibility and arbitrary caprice rather than a clash between duty and choice, they will not understand and will only insult instead of engage.
The point is not that some people have communities and relationships formed by duty and some that are created by choice, but that some people are responsible and some people appear to be ruled by caprice and whim.
There may be some issue of duty in terms of family members caring for family members, but it is more about being responsible. There may be some duty in members of the church caring for each other, but it is more about love and responsibility. The same is true of those who participate in the children's medical clinic we have locally. I guess some one who volunteers feels a duty, but mostly they are just responsible and they chose compassion.
The network of relationships that forms any community has a great deal of choice, but it is founded on responsibility, not duty. It is not as if there is some lifeless, drudge filled "red" state of mind driven my grudging duty that should be juxtaposed against the glorious freedom of choice and the blue light of freedom.
Rather, many people see it as a choice between being responsible and being ruled by caprice and whim. Aesop got it. Bruce Hafen understood it (see his "love is not blind" speech). But until someone understands that what is going on is perceived as a clash between responsibility and arbitrary caprice rather than a clash between duty and choice, they will not understand and will only insult instead of engage.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Rachel, I think that's cheating ...
Though darn inventive ...
My six-year-old created an alphabet code (one where you replace letters with various numbers). Nothing big, except she invented the idea herself. She then wrote a message in her code.
My wife asked her what she was writing. "The difficult spelling words." Yes, she planned to remember the complete code and translate from the numbers back to words for the difficult first grade spelling words ...
We broke it to her that her plan was probably cheating, not to mention harder than just learning the words (her code wasn't strictly alphabetical and did not include all the letters, only the ones in the words and a few more that she really likes).
Creative little kid though. I sure do love her.
My six-year-old created an alphabet code (one where you replace letters with various numbers). Nothing big, except she invented the idea herself. She then wrote a message in her code.
My wife asked her what she was writing. "The difficult spelling words." Yes, she planned to remember the complete code and translate from the numbers back to words for the difficult first grade spelling words ...
We broke it to her that her plan was probably cheating, not to mention harder than just learning the words (her code wasn't strictly alphabetical and did not include all the letters, only the ones in the words and a few more that she really likes).
Creative little kid though. I sure do love her.
Rhythms of Communication: The Universal Language
There are certain communication patterns that are hardwired into human infants. Every child, well before they can speak, if they can hear, speaks the universal rhythms.
When the angel appeared to the shepherds, I wonder what rhythm he or she spoke "Fear not" to -- Angels say that so often it must be universal too.
- The pattern of encouragement ("good boy, yeah");
- The staccato "no, no, no" pattern;
- The comforting rhythm ("oooh");
- The happy "look at that honey" pattern; and,
- "Watch out" or beware.
When the angel appeared to the shepherds, I wonder what rhythm he or she spoke "Fear not" to -- Angels say that so often it must be universal too.
December Morning ...
Memories haunt me in December. Intensely sometimes, not at others, all the more so with a six-year-old in my life again. With any luck, this December will pass and the echoes will pass with it.
I often save things to read for times like this. One thing I saved was an oral history of Philip M. Flammer, a professor I dearly enjoyed when I was younger. It did not fail me, and I really enjoyed it (you can too, as a call to BYU can get you a photocopy of Richard Poll's interview of Philip Flammer in the Joint Oral History Project).
I'd still like to find him (I got the history trying to find him through BYU just after he retired) to tell him just how much I appreciate things he taught me that stayed with me through my life.
Even in this December.
I often save things to read for times like this. One thing I saved was an oral history of Philip M. Flammer, a professor I dearly enjoyed when I was younger. It did not fail me, and I really enjoyed it (you can too, as a call to BYU can get you a photocopy of Richard Poll's interview of Philip Flammer in the Joint Oral History Project).
I'd still like to find him (I got the history trying to find him through BYU just after he retired) to tell him just how much I appreciate things he taught me that stayed with me through my life.
Even in this December.
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