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As I sit here a blanket of snow covers the world. Softly, silently wrapping us in beauty. As each snowflake dances its way past my window pane my heart settles in, content, and my thoughts turn to Mary and Martha. Martha, busy serving, working, doing. And Mary, settled in at the Saviors feet like the sweet winter snow.And my heart is torn. Between these two women. The two roles they played. Neither bad, but the one was better. That day at Martha's house Mary chose the better. I, like Martha, choose the good. I choose to serve, to keep busy, to do.
Someone, somewhere started preaching the message that if we were balanced we would be happy. For years now I've tried to walk the tight rope, spinning my plates and striving to stay balanced. And can I be honest with you? I'm so over it.I'm sure whoever started the "balance" message was well intentioned. I'm sure they were feeling stretched too thin, pulled in too many directions, run ragged. And in an effort to regain a little control went searching for balance.The problem I see with "balance" is that I don't really find Jesus setting that example for us. Jesus was extreme.
In the book of 2 Kings there is an obscure passage where the newly anointed Prophet Elisha finds himself in the Land of Not Enough. He arrives in Gilgal to discover there is a famine. No other description was given of Gilgal except that one word: famine. No other description was needed.Famine. shortage. hunger. lack. Not enough.The people of the land were hungry, desperate, longing to be filled. They were famished.And so am I.Sitting here in my Land of More Than Enough. Surrounded by surplus. I too am famished.
We passed in the paper goods aisle at the grocery story. She was wearing a bright red t-shirt with "Pew Dweller" in bold print across the front. Something about it bothered me, but I wasn't sure what. Later that night I read this..."When the Church retreats from the world, she becomes a fortress. She is seen as little more than an irrelevant, archaic, outdated, decaying institution on the fringes of society. Sadder still, she becomes filled with people who are of the world but not in it rather than people who are in the world but not of it.
"That will be $4.71 please pull around to the first window." I dug a 20 out of my wallet as I drove around to pay for my breakfast. The guy working the drive-through was in a good mood for it being so early, and so cold. He started to count back my change to me when he realized he didn't have any pennies in his cash drawer. As he opened the new roll I heard him gasp. "Check this out" he said to me as he handed me my change. "A whole roll of brand new pennies.
The kids are all tucked in bed and the last of the presents have been wrapped and placed under the tree. All of the work that comes with being a mom at Christmas is done. Now, finally, it's time to sit and reflect.Christmas, to me, has always been about endings and beginnings. It marks the end of the year as we look forward to the new year, new resolutions, new promises. It's a time to reflect on the past year and all that it held. Joys, sorrows. Saying goodbye to people we loved, making room for new friends.
Her name was Sam. And we were seated at the same table for the Chamber Choir's Madrigal Feast. She was beautiful. Not necessarily in appearance, but in spirit. Externally, you would have noticed plain brown hair, average height, little makeup, simple clothes. But then Sam started talking to us. Her beautiful British accent flitting across the table as her eyes sparkled. When she smiled it wasn't just with her mouth but with her whole being. We were all instantly drawn to her.As we waited for the performance to begin Sam kept a running commentary. The food... delectable. The Wassail... divine. The décor...
There's an old African-American Spiritual that has been haunting me the last few days. The words have crept into my soul and wrapped their fingers around my heart. When I wake I hear their refrain. All through the day it echoes in my mind...Leave your flocks and leave your herds Rise up shepherd and follow Can you imagine it? A cold hillside on a dark night. The lights of Bethlehem in the distant. The bleating of sheep all around. Small fires surrounded by weather hardened shepherds; nomads. I wonder if they were tired.
His Table Christmas Wonderland Date: Dec. 10th & 11thTime: 5:00 PM to 9:00 PMLocation: Fayetteville First Assembly of God A Christmas Event for the entire family...and FREE! This Christmas season, you're invited to take a stroll through a fantasy miniature town where Christ is still the true reason for the season. The "His Table Christmas Wonderland" display is open for all to see on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings from 5-9pm at Fayetteville First Assembly of God Church. The "His Table Christmas Wonderland" is a KLRC ministry partner. Call 479, 414-8094 for additional details. Christmas Living Nativity Date: Dec.
December 3 & 4, 2010University Theater Presents "A Christmas Carol"Start the holiday season with a new University of Arkansas Drama Department production of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Rediscover your Christmas spirit as the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future lead the miserly Ebenezer Scrooge on a classic journey of memory and redemption. Visit www.waltonartscenter.org for more info.December 4 & 5, 2010 The traditional ballet performed by local young people, aged 3 to 18.Performances at the Rogers Heritage High School auditorium. Tickets are $10 for adults and $5 for children and are available at the door. December 3- 5, 2010The Best...