Things overheard in Dad’s 5th grade Sunday School class today:

“You know what else he got for his birthday? Axe, for his problems.  His smelly problems.”

“My mom sleeps in the kitchen.  No, really.  She’s got a little cot.”


Romans 1:25/John 8:32

They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen.

I took this verse horribly out of context, but as I was reading Romans, it really caught my attention.

“They exchanged the truth of God for a lie…”

Its something we all do so often.  We’re presented with truth daily.  Its all around us.  God is present in this world and so it follows that his truth is also.  But it is so easy to let the lies of the world distract us from that.  To choose to exhange the truth for a lie.

These truths we give up are different for everyone.  For some, its easy to trade the truth of contentment for the lie of greed.  For some, the lie of false worth takes over every truth of value.  For some its image, for others, comfort, for others, relationships.

We’re surrounded by truth, but also constantly fighting lies.  And when we give into those lies, we end up creating idols.  We worship the creation instead of the Creator.  And we’re surprised when it all goes wrong.    Its been on my mind since this summer’s staff bible studies.  What idols do I worship?  To what do I prostitute myself?  And for what am I really looking?

Its so easy to get caught up in lies.  Thankfully, Christ is more powerful.  The Creator is forever more powerful than the created.  And he promises freedom.

Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.

‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving…

Things I have learned tonight:

The number for the White House is listed in the original Trivial Pursuit board game.  I was skeptical until I called it and a man with a deep voice answered saying, “White House.”  Still unsure, I called back and asked, “Is this really the White House?” “Yes.”    I was convinced.

When in doubt, the answer is always “the O.K. Corral.”  No joke.

Buying cherries and attempting to make your own pie filling may not always be the best idea.  Or at least, the night before Thanksgiving may not be the best time to experiment with this.  Whoops.  My pie still looks beautiful.  It may just be a bit runny.  Good thing I made apple as well.

I have great friends.  And board games with great friends is always a good choice.

16 days.  Yeah.  I found a good use for the countdown feature on my phone.

I’m almost done with my first knitting project that is not a scarf.  I’m really excited about it.  It was really fun to make something more interesting than a straight line.  However, I did manage to knit a sleeve inside out.  Dear baby Grulke, Sorry.  Love, Lynnea.  I’m still pleased.

“Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God.” Colossians 3:16
Let’s sing together.

525,600 minutes

My phone broke last weekend and now I’m using an old one of Carl’s.  I’ve just realized it has a ‘countdown’ feature.  I am really excited about this and need to start thinking of events to which I want to count down.

I’m becoming more and more concious of ending sentences with prepositions and am seeking to avoid this.

Two days until Thanksgiving break.  Plus, one week until finals.  Good.  I think I am going to miss my History of Latin America and the Great Powers class.  Unexpected.

Closets are being cleaned out.  Here and soon at home.  I don’t need all these clothes.  I can at least get rid of the ones I never wear.  Lets be honest.  Simplify.  Right, Mom?

Yi ge wo de shiyou shi more than I can handle right now.  Break will be good for this, I think.

I’m going to China.  Its official.  Beijing and Shanghai. I’ll tour Beijing for a few days and then spend four weeks studying at Shanghai University.  My next fall and spring are still way up in the air.  We’ll see where life takes me.  Carpe Diem.

It sounds like someone is playing with marbles in the room above me and falling off very high places.  Aka rolling sounds and big thumps.  This has been going on for several days now.

I am grateful for post-it notes.

Romans 12:11-13

-Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.  Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.  Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.-

Joyful in hope.

I feel as if this is a conditional commandment.  It is not a constant call.

I don’t feel that this life is one of constant hope.

Life is full of experiences that are overwhelmingly beautiful.  Times of fulfilled desires.  Outpourings of grace and love and freedom and truth.  Moments when our hearts overflow with all our lives contain, all we experience, all God is, all love is.

I believe that the kingdom of God is not a distant place.  I believe that salvation matters for this life.  I believe eternal life can start now.  And I believe heaven is not a place for the dead.

I believe heaven is a place for those who are truly alive.

Things aren’t perfect.  I’m not blind.  We can all look around and see the evidence of hell.  War.  Loneliness.  Hunger.  FGM.  Selfishness.  Domestic violence.  Broken hearts.  Fear.  Genocide.  Rape.

All things contrary to God, and therefore contrary to us, who were made in His image.  We feel the pain of our fallen world.  We have to be patient in affliction and find joy in hope and in the promise that we’re right to feel wrong about this.  To desire more.  Christ promised that He has conquered death and hell.  That this brokenness will end.  That the world will be made whole.

But that promise isn’t just for the future.  He invites us into it now.  He came that we might have life to the fullest.  That we might be joyful in hope for what is to come, but that we also might live now.

Our God, our love, is the fulfillment of our every hope.

12:42 A.M.

In between sentences about maiestas trials, grain distribution and the temple of Janus, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.

Conviction.  In all sorts of ways.

Focus, uncertain.  Shifting.  But learning.

“I am a pioneer, naive enough to believe this.”