87. Why I Don’t Blog Very Often

I like to think, to ponder, to ruminate. I question if my brain works similar (similarly?) to others of my generation. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. I grew up in a time that is different from now. Duh, that’s nothing new. Of course things change over time. Let me give you a few examples: Only beautiful people with agents were models. We had to dress up to go out. We hid our baby bumps under giant tent-like dresses. Displaying emotions was immature and embarrassing. Basically, we did our best to present a presentable self to the public. What we read and viewed in the media was carefully scripted by professionals who knew what they were doing. Those “experts” had socially agreed upon and hard earned credentials. Only the cream rose to the top of the jug. In publishing, writers held college degrees and had layers of editorial hoops to jump through before arriving at the printed page. So this is why I don’t blog very much: Who do I think I am, a mere plebe, with my amateurish writing?

Nowadays anyone can publish anything. For free. I’m not saying one generation’s m.o. is better than the other. I think it’s healthier now to see realistic body images and emotions displayed in the media. I’m glad that kind of social pressure is off. What I am saying is that because I’m a product of that other generation, I tend to give more credibility to others than what might be deserved. For example, I assume the YouTube “doctor” is really a board-certified physician. And I assume the facts of the articles I read have been fact checked. How does fact checking work anyhow? Is it an intern tapping away at a keyboard to sift through the internet? In my generation, I imagined it was a solemn meeting of great minds flicking the cigarette ash off their thin black ties in a windowless board room as they passed those facts around the table to review. Only those facts that made the cut were seen by us readers. I’m sure that wasn’t the case, but that’s my naive perspective.

So all that to say, I second guess myself all the time. I compare myself to my betters when blogging, in which I always come up short. And I think about you, the reader. I shouldn’t be wasting your precious time with self-centered dribble like this. You could be reading Jane Austen, or Louisa May Alcott, or even Gore Vidal instead.

I appreciate you for visiting with me here. The reason I continue writing is because of the fact that I enjoy the (so-called, please forgive me) “dribble” from other bloggers. I love hearing about their very ordinary days and seeing what delights are happening in their necks of the woods. In true fact, it isn’t dribble at all, it’s the little things that add up to a life lived.

Enough of this. I’m still reading through the Bible, the Bible Sampler quilt continues on, and is slowly becoming my oldest UFO. Thank you for bearing with me. I’ve just completed reading the book of Hebrews. Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking about this issue of having the proper credentials in order to expect others to listen and believe what one has to say.

It is because we don’t know who wrote Hebrews. This epistle seems to be cobbled together without a central theme. It might’ve been a collation from multiple writers, and some say it contradicts Apostle Paul’s epistles. It almost didn’t make the cut into the Bible at all. So here we go again, examining the authority of an unknown author.

Walls of Jericho quilt block, the next block in the Laurie Aaron Hird Bible Sampler Quilt Project

But I found a central theme as I read, which is that Jesus proved Himself time and time again to be the ultimate high priest of both Heaven and Earth. He alone had the authority to sweep out the old covenant and institute the new one. The book of Hebrews took us through the ages, from generation to generation, in a fact-checking exercise. Jesus always came out as the answer, the source, the reason for our faith in Him.

And since Jesus is the only one who has that authority, I’m believing every word He says.

The Cure

Good Morning, Heidi here, your canine correspondent.

I’m stepping in to the blog today because it’s been too long. My Mom doesn’t feel up to sharing much these days because her mom passed into Heaven a month ago. In her case, it was a peaceful, joyful entrance into her eternal life. It was the blessed cure to the awful disease that had rendered her helpless and wiped her memory for years. In her death there was no sting.

https://cutswithscissors.com/2020/10/31/oh-death-where-is-thy-sting/

Did you know how my Mom started quilting? It was when her mom began slipping away. Because her mom had delighted in sewing, it was a way to connect when real connection no longer existed. My mom started by using what remained of the stash to make things for the family. It felt right, it provided a cure for the sadness. When she couldn’t visit her mom in person due to COVID, it was time spent with the things that brought her mother happiness. It brought back happy memories of her childhood. Her mom had taught her to sew. They sewed aprons, dresses, Christmas pillows, gifts, doll clothes, all the things. Her mom started quilting when she retired. She lived near the “Quilt in a Day” campus and took classes there. Eleanor Burns had revolutionized the sewing methods with rotary cutters and self healing mats. Mom wished she had quilted with her mom then, but the timing was off. She had four young kids of her own while working full time.

Now that her mom is gone, she thinks she might not need to quilt for awhile. We will take long walks in the sunshine instead, and go fishing. It’s another kind of cure for sadness.

But when she’s ready, I’m ready and waiting …

P.S. when she comes back to the blog, she’ll act like everything’s normal. Could you all do her a favor and play along? It’ll be easier that way. And please don’t feel obligated to leave a comment, because then she will feel like she needs to say thank you, and so on and so forth. I hope you understand. Now I’m going to go let her pet me for awhile. It’s my job.

For Such A Time As This

Remember when I wrote about Hannah?

Snowflake Babies

We didn’t know then what was in store for Hannah. To update you, I’m relaying this from Marlene:

“I wanted to give you some info for tomorrow’s 12/1 Supreme Court case regarding Mississippi vs. Dobbs. The case will begin at 10AM eastern time (early for you Pacific time zone folks!). Each side has only 35 minutes each to present. You can access it here:

Attendance in the courtroom will be limited, but the court will provide a phone feed so the public can listen in at supremecourt.gov or c-span.org.

There is a list of activities you can access here:

https://nationaldayofrepentance.org

Thank you all for your prayers and support!”

Marlene, John, and Hannah

P.s. Here is Hannah’s press release and her Amicus Brief is embedded in it should you care to read:

https://txjf.dm.networkforgood.com/emails/1393861?recipient_id=LGCvu70jMe6veyJ8DlKwpw||ZWFndWlsYXJAdHhqZi5vcmc=

86. The Older Shall Teach The Younger*

Wine Glass Quilt Block for the Bible Sampler Quilt Project

I haven’t posted in awhile because the words I drafted in my head just didn’t feel right. Titus 2 challenges older women to encourage the younger ones to love their husbands, love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, and so on. Since I’m an “older” now, I set my mind upon life lessons I wish I had known when I was a “younger”. Those potential blogposts were my personal thoughts, born of personal experience. I’m afraid those would have bored you nearly to death, navel-gazer sessions as they were. Or they would’ve sounded trite, tropes as they were.

I finally struck upon the content that felt comfortable this early misty morning. Instead of me espousing my own didactic dribble, I’ll share with you the advice my grandma gave me back when I was the younger.

Are you ready? Here it is:

Grandma: “Make sure you carry pins in your purse so you can fix your hem in a pinch.“

These words from the woman who raised thirteen children during the darkest years of the Depression. It would’ve been fifteen, but she lost two to miscarriage. Also lost one to cancer at thirteen years of age. Watched sons and son-in-laws go off to fight abroad in World War II. She was a walking talking tome of story and profound experience.

And that’s all she gave me.

Not true. She advised without words. During my college years, I spent Tuesday and Thursday mornings with her. She was living with my widowed uncle then, who worked long hours. I would clean house, help with personal needs, then we’d play Scrabble or Rummy while we ate lunch. Then I’d scoot off to my afternoon and evening classes.

If I could’ve heard any of her stories, any sage words of wisdom, it would’ve happened on those mornings. Instead we went about the business of the day. She shared current news of family. As extended as it was, there was always news. And there was laughter. She loved poems, rewriting her favorites to keep them memorized. She had that beautiful Palmer Method handwriting. And she relished beating me at those games, which happened more often than not.

She showed me her good advice: Keep it simple. Live in the moment. Handle the day that is set before you. It is enough. Laugh.

Unless they ask, the younger ones don’t want to hear what happened in your ancient history that has no relevance to them right now. They will figure it out for themselves.

Sorry, Titus 2, I think I’ve let you down here. But if this makes it any better; I’ll not be caught with a raveled hem when I’m out and about. Thanks Grandma.

*(The title of today’s post is a nod to my husband’s Aunt Mary. She would quote this aloud before advising me on, well, anything and everything when I was a young mother myself. It’s her paraphrased version of Titus 2, and she took it seriously. Even though I didn’t ask her to take it on; I’d say she did her job thoroughly over the years.)

Now and Not Yet

I read a collection of short stories by John Steinbeck many years ago. One has come to mind over the decades, and I found myself remembering it again today. It was about a man who found himself falling for a young woman, and for the first time, earnestly wanting to be married. He picked up on a casual comment she made about a furnished house she saw in a magazine. Maybe she said she saw herself living there and having a family there, I don’t remember exactly. Obsessively, he worked and planned and eventually created that very home, right down to the minute details in the photograph. The big moment came when he took her there for the big reveal and marriage proposal. Anticipating success and delight, the man was crushed and bewildered when she turned to him in scorn and ridiculed him for his misguided plan.

The younger me felt sorry for that naiive man, even though the story line was a bit of a stretch. Just think of all the money and effort and emotion he wasted on building the carbon copy of a magazine-inspired dream. As if “build it and she will come” would even work. You could see it coming, and she had every right to be creeped out by his assumptive plan. I would’ve reacted the same way.

The older me says “Aha”. I get it now. How much energy have I spent planning and working towards an end? How many times have I thought that when I achieved such and such, I would obtain this and that? I’m not so different from that man after all. Did all that delayed gratification result in gratification?

Did John Steinbeck want me to make this connection? Or was he just weaving another story, developing his characters in his unique way? Although the plot was far-fetched, the truth of our human nature was spot on. I’m not as simple minded with interpersonal relationships as that man in the story, but there’s room for improvement where living “in the moment” is concerned. Let me give you an example. Just this morning, my husband and I agreed that we wanted to take a mountain drive today to enjoy hiking amongst the autumn leaves. Well, first we needed to install that vent in the laundry room. But that shouldn’t take too long . . .

Well, here it is five o’clock now and I’ve got dinner in the oven, so . . .

It’s the template of our days:

“When we finish the {insert home improvement project/task here}

We will {insert desired activity/outcome here}”

I’ve allowed myself to be driven by to-do lists that will never end, so any end reward gets pushed to “beyond”.

I thought about that story because as redeemed followers of Jesus Christ, we find ourselves living both in the “now” and the “not yet”. The “here” and the “beyond”. We are living now on this earth, and our heavenly home is yet to come. But unlike that poor man, we aren’t working towards our future prize. We aren’t laboring to build our dream home where eternal happiness will finally abide. It has already been done, obtained, through faith in Christ’s work on the cross. We are living in the reality of the fullness of Christ now through the power of the Holy Spirit. The peace, the joy, the kingdom, is now.

That’s a proposal and reality I am glad to accept.

No post is complete without a picture.
Did I already show you this one?
It’s another corner triangle unit for the Bible Sampler Quilt.
Using the old, quiet treadle really works to keep me “in the moment”.

85. Say What?

Cross

Hello my friends, it’s been a long while. I first heard this from my grandma: “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Given the state of current events, I feared I might say something NOT nice. At least once a day I am puzzled (to put it mildly) by new information, new mandates, new decisions. I usually respond with “Say, what?” or “What now?” So that’s why I’ve chosen to say nothing at all.

But the Bible Sampler quilt is growing along, and I’m wanting to share my progress with you. I struck upon the idea that I would just post the photo and copy the scripture passage that goes with the next block to stay on the safe side. And really, quoting the word of the Lord is the best possible composition anyone could post. I know I’ve already said this more than once before, but reading through the Bible cover to cover has been the best choice I’ve ever made. Especially in these incredible times, the Bible has been the anchor, the compass, the plumb bob that has kept me calm and hopeful. Everything is gonna be okay.

So I copied Philippians 2:1-11 (KJV):

“1 If there be therefore any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies,

Fulfil ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.

Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.

Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.

Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus:

Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God:

But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men:

And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.

9 Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:

10 That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth;

11 And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”

Say what? “bowels and mercies?”

I checked out verse one in my New American Standard version. It reads: If therefore there is any encouragement in Christ, if there is any consolation of love, if there is any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and compassion,”

Oh, okay. Despite that distraction, isn’t this passage truly a standalone? Just like the cross, there is nothing that needs to be added to make it more amazing.

84. V is for Victory

Victory Quilt Block in the Bible Sampler Quilt project. Please allow me to diverge from scripture in today’s post.

My long absence can easily be explained, I’ve been otherwise engaged in the gardens.

I wouldn’t describe it as gardening, rather, it’s hand to hand combat. First it was aphids vs. greens, , then it was grubs vs. vegetable starts. And the squirrels and gophers and voles are an ongoing struggle. Lately it has been a down and dirty battle for the grapes: Me vs. June Bugs.

I was anticipating this skirmish because I suffered a complete loss last year. I like to leave fruit on the vine until fully ripened, so all the sugars have flowed through the stems into the juice. Well, June bugs don’t share my delayed gratification skills, and they descended on my grapes in legions right before I planned to pick. Any attempt to rescue even a cluster was met with a full frontal attack. They bombed me with something really stinky as they ricocheted off my head and shoulders. It’s not what I signed on for when I planned and planted my “grape grotto”.

So this year I struck back on two fronts. (I also tried the bug bags, and the buried jar of molasses, but those were a bust). First, I found a box of knee highs from my working days, and encased the developing grape clusters within reach. I really dislike wearing nylons, and was surprised that I still had them hanging around.

Next I concocted a spray using oils and soaps. I was ready.

Today was the day. And sure enough, as I began picking my grapes, June bugs would suddenly burst from the leaves, buzzing and bombing me in chaotic flight. This time I struck back. Armed with my spray bottle, I kept them at bay. I took only two hits to the face. In my triumph, I sprayed over all the vines in a proactive measure. Then this fell at my feet.

It was a lot bigger than it appears here. Really.

What did a tomato worm think he was doing in my grapes? Not now! I am fully engaged in June bug warfare. Tomato boxes are next in the bug wars.

I’m done. But I will say that today, victory was mine.

The first of many sinkfuls of hard won spoils of war.

83. Good News

The Bible Sampler quilt is coming right along. My pile of Civil War reproduction fabric scraps is slowly shrinking. I wondered how I was going to use these particular scraps. I think this block gave me the best opportunity. And these scraps are gone, gone, gone, which is half the point of the project.

I was taught that the definition of the word “Gospel” was “Good News”. Couldn’t we all use some good news these days? It’s July already which puts us halfway through the year 2021. My state FINALLY lifted the COVID restrictions on June 15th, which is very good news. But this date on the calendar didn’t magically turn off the fear factor of these last two years. We’re experiencing this weird time of adjustment. Businesses still require us to wear masks if not vaccinated. The “new normal” doesn’t feel at all normal just yet. Restaurants still have abbreviated hours, and goods and services are still not what they used to be because of “supply chain issues” or whatever. I naively thought we would get that freedom feeling back on June 15th. But life still feels weird instead.

Love Knot quilt block

Paul discusses freedom quite a bit in the book of Romans. This passage says “Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? . . . But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

That is really good news. And my favorite is in the book of John, “So if the Son sets you free; you will be free indeed”.

The only way to be truly free, especially from fear is through “The Way”, Jesus Christ. This is very good news as we celebrate our freedoms this weekend. Happy Independence Day!

82. I Can’t Even Come Up With a Clever Title

This is going to be short. I finished the reading and the next block in my Bible Sampler quilt project ages ago, it’s the blogging about it that held me up. What can I say? I’ve been composing blog posts in my head, but none satisfactory enough to hit “publish”. They all sound so trite to me when considering the content: Christ died for us.

Heart’s Seal

Paul is drilling it down, that it is by the grace of God alone that we are saved. He says that maybe some would die for a righteous man. For a good man some would even dare to die. But while we were yet without strength, Christ died for us.

We could do nothing to receive an offer of salvation, a rescue from sin and death. There was no requirement up front, like pulling ourselves together, cleaning up our acts, or showing our appreciation somehow. No, we were completely helpless and hopeless.

This passage ends with: “But God demonstrates his own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us”.

81. The Just Shall Live by Faith

Apologies for the long gap here.

One, my days have been spent washing endless sinkfuls of curly leaf kale in vain attempts at meticulously removing trillions of aphids before freezing. Chances are I missed more than a few, so my smoothies might have an addition of a little extra insectivore protein. (Note to future self: sow Dino Kale seeds next year.)

The current view: standing in front of my kitchen sink.

Two, the Bible Sampler quilt project jumped right over the book of Acts and landed in Romans. Number One allowed me time to “read” Acts via AirPods, along with some Elizabeth Gaskell novels since last we visited. Such enjoyable distractions keep me plugging away for hours at the gardening chores. So now we’re in the book of Romans, and here’s the next block:

Greek Cross Quilt Block

This passage includes the well known phrase, “For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth . . .”

The audience for Paul’s letter is the church in Rome. But as we do, we personalize scripture and apply it to ourselves. So this stirs up the question: “Am I walking out my faith unashamedly, and presenting a genuine example of the Christian life to others?

In my lifetime, there has not been a better time to “show the spine” of the gospel than now. Culture is pushing the reality of natural law aside and pushing us towards acceptance of absurd social norms that contradict common sense.

Historically, we’ve politely gone the “tolerance” route: Live and let live, I’m okay, you’re okay, and so on. But we knew deep inside that wasn’t going to be sustainable. Every “giveaway ” when compromising values paves the way towards the next give, then the next. Before you know it, you’re guilty of a hate crime if you happen to have a Dr. Seuss book on your family bookshelf. What’s next?

When tolerance is one sided, that’s the side that ends up the loser. The winner will continue to push until tolerance is changed to acceptance, and finally, changed to support, a full embrace of the new order. Anything less will not be tolerated.

When I sit down and start writing, I don’t have a plan as to the content. This blog entry/stream of consciousness came from the simple phrase in this passage, “The just shall live by faith”. Are we doing that? Do we expose our true identity in Christ where we live: in our schools, hospitals, workplaces, neighborhoods?

I’ve heard it said that we have “Freedom from religion”. Not so. The first amendment of our U.S. constitution actually says “Freedom of religion”. Yet we’ve been conditioned by secular culture to leave our faith outside the door when entering the town square. The acceptable way to engage in public life is to be faith-neutral in order to accommodate all. I get it, the intent of the writers of the Constitution was to prevent a church from running the government.

But they didn’t mean that the just couldn’t live out their faith while engaging in government.

What do you think?