Category: Autobiography

  • Dog Person or Cat Person?

    While I was growing up, my family always had dogs. If I am counting correctly, we had six different ones between when I was born and when I went away to college. I grew up used to dogs, and liking dogs.

    We never had cats, and I never liked cats much. I had a friend in elementary school who had two cats named Jinx and Leo. They never seemed interested in people, and in fact seemed positively hostile at times. My aunt and uncle used to have a large, fluffy, orange cat named Carmela, who I liked a little better simply because she had such personality (which mostly centered around her insatiable desire for food and dislike of having her belly or feet touched). In addition, I have been allergic to cat hair my whole life.

    Since I’ve been living with Mary’s parents, though, things have started to change. They have two dogs and four cats, and I must admit that I didn’t like either the dogs or the cats at first. I didn’t like the cats mostly because of my prior dislike of cats and my allergy (plus my self-identification as a “dog person”), and I didn’t like the dogs because they are far more neurotic than any other dog I have ever known.
    One of them also is very independent and has a bark so high-pitched that it could activate a garage-door opener. I can’t blame them, since their breed and upbringing are not their fault, but I don’t have to like them.

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    More recently, though, I have taken a liking to one of the cats, named Chloe. She is an indoor cat , doesn’t particularly care for the other three cats, and is extremely affectionate. For many months I would have nothing to do with her, but she persistently kept trying to crawl onto my lap or put her head under my hand. Eventually, I found that I actually liked a cat.

    This nearly caused an identity crisis. Could I be a “cat person” now? Thankfully, I came across this study conducted by Ball State University before I had to seek therapy. According to the study, what “cat people” love about most cats is that they are independent and not submissive, and what “dog people” love about dogs is that they tend to be more friendly and submissive.

    Surveys and interviews of 266 college-age pet guardians found the majority of cat owners see themselves as having personalities similar to felines such as being less submissive and more independent while most dog owners believe they are friendly and dominant and suit the characteristics of their canine friends.

    “Yet, not all dogs and cats have traditionally perceived personalities,” [Lucinda] Woodward [, a psychology professor] noted. “There are friendly cats that want to be around their guardians all the time and dogs that don’t crave constant attention.”

    Basically, not all animals fit the stereotypes about them. I can still be a “dog person” if I like a cat, because what I like about this cat is that she is friendly. I can also still be a “dog person” if I don’t like particular dogs because of their independence and neuroses.

    Well, that’s a relief.

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  • New Blog Name

    It’s a new year – time for a new blog name. I didn’t change my blog’s name last year, and I’m not planning on changing the name annually in the future, but I have been thinking about changing the name for a while.

    Why?

    Because I was never all that sold on “Wordspew” in the first place. When I came up with it, I thought it was just a neat portmanteau that conveyed what I thought I would do on this blog: spew words.

    Because, after naming the blog, I found out that “Wordspew” is the name of a program that allows people to instant message on your blog’s home page. Every now and then, I take a look at the search engine terms that people use to get here, and “wordspew” is often one of them. I’d hate for people to be looking for that program and end up at my blog.

    So Why “All is Grist”?

    It comes from the saying, “All is grist that comes to the mill,” which means that everything that is received or obtained is put to use. What I do on this blog, which is I suppose what happens on most blogs, is that I write my thoughts about what I see, read or experience. Things go in, and the blog comes out. It seemed appropriate.

    Also, G.K. Chesterton is one of my favorite authors, and he wrote a collection of essays with the title All is Grist. I’ve never read that particular essay collection, but it sure seems like a good title for an essay collection, and a good name for a blog. It also doesn’t seem to be a blog name that is overused, like many clever blog names.

    For a little while I thought about trying to sound educated by putting my blog title in Latin. After looking at Wikipedia’s list of Latin phrases, nothing really jumped out at me aside from “surdo oppedere” – “to belch before the deaf.” This could just as easily sum up what this blog is about, but I decided against going that route.

  • Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful…

    I’m not turning this exclusively into a weather blog, but with the craziness that has been going on lately, I just had to write this – my second post on the weather in three days.

    Here’s how this Wednesday went down:

    The forecast on Tuesday night called for snow overnight and into Wednesday morning, but it didn’t happen here. There was a light dusting as of 6 a.m., but really nothing to write home about. So as has been the case for Monday and Tuesday, the school district decided to delay school by just one hour. Between one and three inches was forecast for the rest of the day, but considering the beginning, this seemed manageable.

    When I was driving out to pick up high school and middle school students, it began to snow. Hard. Three hours later, by the time I had dropped the elementary kids off at school, it had snowed several inches and showed no signs of stopping. For effect, strong winds started blowing too. For most of the morning route I went very slowly. The bus slid a little bit when I was making a few stops, and I developed an eye twitch.

    I returned to the bus yard at about 10:50, and by 11:45 the powers that be had decided to get the kids back home as quickly as possible before weather conditions got worse. The high school let out at 1:20, and the elementary schools let out at 2:30. The mechanics spent the intervening time getting tire chains on as many buses as possible. (some buses have automatic chains, and those that don’t have sand-deploying mechanisms) I spent the time fortifying myself at the local Subway.

    When the buses lined up at the high school, we knew we were in for a rough afternoon. It was still snowing, the wind was still blowing, and on the two-way radio I could hear that a couple of bus drivers who were bringing middle-school students to the high school had already gotten stuck. Unbelievably, though, I made it all the way out to my stops without incident. True, on a normal day it takes me 20 minutes to get to my first stop whereas today it took closer to 30, but I just wanted us all to get there in one piece. On my third stop, I was going up a small hill and got stuck. The bus wouldn’t move forward.

    After trying to get unstuck for several minutes, and drifting backwards and to the right until the right rear wheels were wedged against the curb, I called in on the two-way radio and said I was stuck. I was told that a mechanic was coming out to help. Most of the students got off the bus right then and there, since most of them live within a 3-block radius of that stop. After digging out the snow behind the back wheels and burning off a little more rubber, I finally got unstuck and finished dropping off the remaining two students who were still on the bus. By the time I had finished, the transportation department had already gotten another driver to take over my elementary route.

    That was a good thing, because I would have been about 40 minutes late getting to the school. I also got stuck again when I was going back to the bus yard. It was the same situation: I approached a stop sign on an incline and couldn’t get going again. I had learned a little bit from my first experience, but not enough. I wasn’t planning on stopping, but the person in front of me did. So we were both stuck. Eventually I managed to turn around by hopping a curb to my left and cutting through a parking lot.

    Even though my bus driving day was over at 4, the adventure wasn’t over because I still had to drive home. And even though the snow was no longer snowing, the wind was still winding. I made it out of Ferndale just fine, but it was when I got out on the blustery county roads that I had problems. First I tried heading east on Axton Road, but the wind kept blowing huge billows of snow over the road so that I couldn’t see anything. Once when my view was obscured by one of these billows, the rear of my car started creeping around to the right. I skidded to the right, then to the left, then to the right again, and when I stopped I was turned 130 degrees to the right. Since I was most of the way turned around, I headed back in the direction of Ferndale and took a different road east. This road still had the big puffs of snow over the road from time to time, but when this happened I tried to just look for any points of reference that I could find – signs, telephone poles – to make sure that I was still on course.

    Finally I was on the home stretch, just a mile or so away from home. However, the home stretch is apparently prone to snowdrifts. And today, it was also prone to those puffs of snow over the road. Once, when another puff turned everything white, I hit a thick patch of snow, skidded again, and ended up in a shallow ditch on the left side of the road, perpendicular to the road and facing a white fence (that I had fortunately not run into). Since the rear of my car was still on the road, I was panicked about getting hit by any oncoming cars. But fortunately, I was able to rock back and forth enough to get the momentum I needed to get back on the road. Now I’m at home, thankful to God for preserving me through this day (and a little sheepish about all the swearing I’ve done under my breath).

    And there’s no school tomorrow.

  • Where am I? Nebraska?

    Beginning last Saturday and continuing until next weekend (at least) the Bellingham, WA area is experiencing its longest cold “snap” (“snap” is in quotes because this is way longer than a snap, but I don’t know what the word for an unusually long snap is. Maybe a zip, because a zipper is, like a snap, a device for fastening, except it is much longer. I am going to call this a cold zip from now on, and I am going to close this parenthesis now) since 1990, according to the local paper, the Bellingham Herald. The high today, Monday, was 26 and the low was 10. Right now, at 7:00 p.m., it is 21 degrees Fahrenheit, but it feels like -4 because of the windchill. The winds are NNE at 28 mph. Gusts today have been up to 60 mph.

    It has only snowed about three inches in some areas, and a light dusting in others. Because of the lack of snow, the school district I drive a bus for did not cancel school. There was a 1-hour delay because they didn’t want bus drivers to be driving (or students to be waiting) in the dark on potentially icy roads. My biggest adventure with the road conditions this morning was at a place called Finkbonner Hill, which all the local kids like to sled down when it snows. I never drive down it; only up. It is the steepest part of my route, and I am not supposed to go up it when I am driving the version of my route that I drive when it snows. But because of the small amount of snow, I was not driving the snow route. Against my better judgment, I decided to drive up it, despite the fact that it was nearly covered in about an inch of icy snow. There were six kids on board at the time, so I figured I was light enough to zip right up.

    I was wrong. I was about halfway up when my forward momentum completely stopped, and panic set in. I downshifted. I eased the accelerator up and down to see if I could get some traction. I looked desperately on the dashboard for the button which deploys, Batmobile-like, sand in front of the rear tires to improve traction in just such a situation (later I found it in the upper left-hand corner, obscured by a badly placed cleaning rag). There were concerned looks on the students’ faces as the smell of rubber filled the bus. Eventually (aided by the hand of God, I’m sure), the bus got traction and we went up the hill. I ignored the stop sign at the top of the hill for fear of repeating the slide, and continued on my route. This afternoon, I avoided Finkbonner Hill completely, even though avoiding it causes me to make an unusually sharp right turn and drop off one student 100 feet away from her house. She’ll live. But I’m not sure she would if I had to go up that hill again.

    I also had about a dozen extra students this morning because their regular bus was not able to make it out of the yard, but that is a different story. This story is about how unusually cold it is, and how unusually long this cold zip is going to be. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the wind (which likes to bat the empty bus back and forth on the road like a cat playing with a mouse; but that, again, is a different story).

    In the end, though, I can’t complain. I have a warm place to stay, and I am also thankful for the shelters that have opened their doors to the homeless in this area. And when this is over, western Washington will go back to its usual mild-climate self. Even though it is colder now than it is in Nebraska (I checked: The windchill here, as I mentioned, is -4. In Lincoln, it’s -3), Nebraska is only going to get colder in January. Washington will get warmer. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

  • New Computer

    I decided that rather than getting a new hard drive for my (2.5 year) old computer, I would get a new one. Mac just came out with a new MacBook, and their older white Macbooks were a little cheaper, so I bought one and it arrived in the mail on Friday.

    I have been thinking about getting a Mac for a while, but two things kept me from making the leap: the cost (I’ve been a poor student/English teacher for almost my entire life) and the snobbery of some (but by no means all) Mac users. I would talk to many Mac users about my decision-making process, and they would usually say, “I would never go back to a PC. NEVER.” It’s as if they had been in abusive relationships with their previous computers.

    Despite the possibility that I might someday turn into the very Mac snob that I loathe, I took the plunge. And I like it so far. Give it a few weeks, and maybe you’ll hear me say, “I would never go back to a PC. NEVER.”

  • Advent Sermon: Barrenness and Faithfulness

    It’s the first Sunday of Advent, and I kicked it off with a sermon at church this morning. I think it went well; people were very encouraging afterward. The only thing that I would change is that I would cut it down time-wise. I got to be over my time limit and had to rush things at the end. But people didn’t seem antsy, which was good.

    The passage I spoke on was Luke 1:5-25, the announcement of John the Baptist’s birth. I wrote out the whole manuscript, then delivered it from a condensed outline. The manuscript is posted below, and I’ll post a link to the audio when the church puts it onlinethe church has posted the audio online here. Before jumping right into it, be warned: it is about 3500 words long.

    zechariah-and-gabrielSince I’m still relatively new around here, I’m going to introduce myself, and this sermon, by talking about some of my favorite things about Advent.

    One of my favorite things about Advent is tradition. I’m not just talking about things like Advent wreaths and Christmas pageants, although I love those. I’m talking about unusual, unique traditions. I encountered one of these traditions when I lived in the Czech Republic. Every year on St. Nicholas Day, December 6, people in the Czech Republic dress up as three people: St. Nicholas, an angel, and a devil. Now, when I say St. Nicholas, I don’t mean Santa Claus. There is no fuzzy red suit. They dress up as ST. NICHOLAS, which means they’re dressed like bishops. So St. Nicholas and his two escorts go around to the houses of various parents with small children, and St. Nicholas quizzes the children. In the old days, he used to quiz them about their Bible and catechism knowledge. Nowadays, he usually just quizzes them on whether they’ve been bad or good, and the angel writes down their responses in a book. If the children have been good, St. Nicholas gives them small presents, like candy. If they’ve been bad, they get coal from the devil. Or if they’ve been really bad, the devil has a sack. He puts them in the sack, throws it over his shoulder, and runs out the door. The people dressed up as devils are usually friends of the parents, so they usually only run around the block and return the kids home. But nothing makes a kid want to be good more than the threat of being stuffed in a sack by the devil. So if there are any parents of small children who are looking for new Advent traditions this year, I’d just like to remind you that St. Nicholas Day is this coming Saturday.

    Another one of my favorite things about Advent is Christmas songs. I love Christmas songs, and I always start listening to them way too early every year. One thing that I love about Christmas songs is that many of them are about God’s faithfulness, and about God breaking in and changing everything. It’s as if there is a curtain being pulled back on the universe so that we can see what is really going on. One of my favorite songs that is like this is O Come O Come Emmanuel: “and ransom captive Israel / that mourns in lonely exile here / until the Son of God appear / Rejoice, Rejoice Emmanuel / Shall come to thee, O Israel.” Another one of my favorites is “O Holy Night” – “long lay the world in sin and error pining / ‘til he appeared and the soul felt its worth / a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices / for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.”

    This passage is also about God’s faithfulness, about God breaking in and changing everything. There are three aspects of his faithfulness that we’re going to look at: first, he gives hope in hopeless situations. Second he fulfills his promises. Third, because he is faithful, and because he fulfills his promises, we can wait hopefully.

    First, God gives hope in hopeless situations. In verses five and six, Zechariah and Elizabeth are introduced, and it looks like they have everything going for them. Zechariah is a priest. Not only is Zechariah a priest, but he is married to a descendant of Aaron. This was not required of priests. And not only is Zechariah a priest, and Elizabeth a descendant of Aaron as well, but they were blameless. To say that they were blameless does not mean that they were perfect. This is the same language that the Bible uses about Abraham and Noah. It just means that they obeyed the written commandments and generally lived good lives.

    But not all was well. They didn’t have any children, and they were old. In modern times, this would be a disappointment. But in the ancient world, it was far worse. It was a disaster, and for two reasons: economic and social. It was an economic disaster because if a couple didn’t have children, they didn’t have anyone to take care of them in their old age. Today it would be as if Zechariah and Elizabeth had no insurance and no savings. Socially, it was a disaster because everyone thought that if you were barren, it must be your fault. You must have done something wrong. In the Old Testament, it is clear that God controls whether people have children. Rachel says to her husband Jacob, “Give me children or I’ll die!” Jacob responds, “God has kept you from having children, not me!” (Gen. 30:1-2) When Rachel does have a son, she says, “God has taken away my humiliation.” (30:22-23). The Old Testament law says that if you are obedient to his commandments, God will bless your womb (Deut 28). Psalm 127 also makes clear that children are a blessing from the Lord. People that have lots of children are like warriors with their quivers full of arrows. The flip side of all this is that if God’s blessing shows itself in a lot of children, then the lack of children must mean that you have done something wrong. The Bible doesn’t say this, but many ancient Israelites inferred it. Even though we know that Zechariah and Elizabeth were righteous, their neighbors didn’t. Their neighbors thought that Zechariah and Elizabeth had a terrible secret. This is why, at the end of the passage, Elizabeth says, “He has taken away my shame before the people.”

    This wasn’t just a hopeless situation for Zechariah and Elizabeth; it was a hopeless situation for Israel. Why? There are two kinds of hints in this passage. One relates to the political situation. The first person mentioned in this passage is King Herod. Herod was Jewish by religion, but not by blood. It was scandalous for Jews to be ruled by someone who wasn’t part of their people. He also was a violent man, prone to suspect people of plotting against him. We remember him at this time every year because of his killing of all the baby boys in Bethlehem because of his paranoia. He also killed three of his sons and one of his wives because he suspected them of disloyalty. When he was ill and at the end of his life, he wanted to make sure that Judea would mourn at his death. So he rounded up several Jewish leaders in one spot and gave the order for them to be killed when he died (thankfully for them, this order was not carried out). Perhaps worse than anything else he did, he kept the Jews under Roman rule. They were occupied by a foreign military, and had to pay exorbitant taxes. We also find hints about the political situation from Zechariah. When Gabriel appears, he says to Zechariah that he will have a son, but Zechariah doesn’t believe. Why? Because Zechariah was probably not praying for a son anymore. It was more likely that his prayer was for the redemption of Israel. And later on, after his son is born, he sings a song. And the main theme of this song is not gratitude for having a son (although he was grateful). No, the main theme is, “God has saved us from our enemies.”

    Another reason we can see that Israel was in a hopeless situation is that in the Bible, barren women represent the whole people of God. There are several barren women in the Bible: Sarah (Gen. 18), Rebekah (Gen. 25), Rachel, (Gen.30), Samson’s mother (Judges 13) and Hannah, Samuel’s mother (1 Sam. 1-2). You may say, “Well, barren women is definitely a theme in the Bible, but how do they represent the people of God?” Look closely. In the Song of Hannah in 1 Samuel 2, Hannah has just given birth to Samuel. In verse 5 she says, “The barren has borne seven,” but later, in verse 9, she says, “The LORD will guard the feet of his faithful ones.” And in verse 10, she talks about “his king” and “his anointed.” In another place in the Old Testament, Isaiah also draws a parallel between Israel and a barren woman. In chapter 54 he says, “Sing, O barren one who did not bear; burst into song and shout, you who have not been in labor!” and he is talking about Israel, the people of God. In this passage, Luke wants us to know that Israel was also in a hopeless situation. God sent John (and later, Jesus) not just to give hope to Zechariah and Elizabeth, but to give hope to his people as well.

    God gives hope in the hopeless situations of an elderly couple, and Israel, and he gives hope in our hopeless situations too. Maybe you are barren physically, like Zechariah and Elizabeth. Maybe you’re also like them in that your economic future seems in danger. Maybe you’re barren emotionally: you’re so burned out that you could barely drag yourself to church this morning. Maybe you’re barren spiritually; you’re suffering and it seems to you that God doesn’t listen. I want you to know that God is a God of hope. But what kind of hope does God give?

    In our culture, we tend to move toward two false kinds of hope. The first kind of hope is a vague sense that things will get better someday. “There’s a better day coming around the bend,” or “Your luck is bound to change.” I like to call this kind of hope “politician hope.” This is the kind of vague hope that politicians give us before the election. I used to go to a pizza place where my favorite thing on the menu was the “Pre-election Promise Pizza.” And what was on the Pre-election Promise Pizza? Anything you want. This isn’t the kind of hope that God gives. It’s not concrete, there’s nothing substantial to it, and there’s no guarantee that anything will happen.

    The second kind of false hope that we sometimes have is the hope that our desires will be fulfilled. Some of you know that I am a substitute bus driver. I have been driving the same route for the last couple of weeks for a driver who has had surgery. A lot of the time, when I enforce the rules on the bus, I notice that some of the kids start talking about how they want the regular bus driver back. They think that when the regular driver comes back, they will be able to sit where they want, they can have candy on the bus, and they can play with as many toys as they like. But I know that I am not any more strict than the regular bus driver. If anything, I am less strict. But these kids are just taking their desires, extending them out into the future, and giving themselves false hope. A lot of the hope we have in our culture is just wish fulfillment, but we often don’t know that things would really be better if we got what we wanted. The problem is that often, our desires are not what they should be. There is no guarantee that we will get what we want, and even if we got it, we will be disappointed.

    So what kind of hope does God give? The hope that God gives is based on his character and his promises. Christian hope is, as the author of Hebrews says, “a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul” (6:19). Later, he says, “Let us hold fast to the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who has promised is faithful.” The reason why our hope is sure is because God, who promised, is faithful. Hope in God is based on who he is, what he has done, and what he has said he will do. It is based on his faithfulness. Let’s return to the text and see how the hope he gives is related to his promises.

    The second aspect of God’s faithfulness is that he keeps his promises. Zechariah is chosen by lot to go into the sanctuary to burn incense, probably the only time in his life he will be able to do that. There were thousands of priests in Israel at this time, but only one temple. So they were divided into 24 groups, and each one went up to the temple on two non-consecutive weeks a year. Even when there was only one group at the temple, there were still not enough priestly tasks for everyone to have a job. They cast lots for things like burning incense, and a priest probably only did it once in his life. In other words, this moment when Zechariah goes into the holy place is the high point of his life as a priest. The angel Gabriel appears to him, and tells him that he is going to have a son.

    zechariah-and-gabriel-2God is doing two things here through his messenger Gabriel. He is making a promise, and he is fulfilling an earlier promise. The promise he makes is clear; you can see it in the text: “You’re going to have a son, he’s going to be great, he will be filled with the Holy Spirit, he’s going to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.”

    But what we need to look more closely to see is that this is a fulfillment of earlier promises. And Luke doesn’t want us to miss this, so he fills this passage with echoes from the Old Testament. When Gabriel says that John will have the spirit of Elijah, he is quoting the prophet Malachi. Malachi was the last prophet of the Old Testament, and his book is the last book of the Old Testament. The last two verses read like this:

    “5 I will send you the prophet Elijah before the great and terrible day of the LORD comes. 6 He will turn the hearts of parents to their children and the hearts of children to their parents, so that I will not come and strike the land with a curse.” God promised to Malachi that he would act. Gabriel is saying, and Luke is saying, that the day when God acts has come. God made a promise, and he is sticking by it.

    Later in Luke’s gospel (chapter 3), John calls himself “the voice of one calling in the desert, prepare the way for the Lord” from Isaiah 40. The important point about Isaiah 40 is that it was calling the Israelites back from exile in Babylon. John saw his mission, and Luke saw John’s mission, to alert people to the fact that God was returning them from exile. Luke makes sure that we know that God is not just making promises, but he is fulfilling his earlier promises.

    Zechariah didn’t get this at first. He heard the angel talk about joy and gladness, and it was so unlike what he had known in his life so far that he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t remember God’s promises. So he asked for a sign. “How will I know?” Gabriel sees his lack of faith in God’s promises, and tells Zechariah that he won’t be able to speak for a while. Gabriel essentially tells Zechariah, “Think about it and see whether this is true.” He got the sign he was asking for, but maybe not the one he was looking for. Zechariah has some time to think about it, and then when his son is born, he sees the fulfillment of God’s promise and he understands.

    God makes promises to us as well. Jesus promised that we would receive the Holy Spirit. He promised that he would be with us always. He promised that we could receive forgiveness through him.
    One thing that he has not promised us is that we will not suffer. It is important to remember this, because we sometimes think that if we’re good, nothing bad will happen to us. But there is no correlation between being good and not suffering. In John 9, Jesus’ disciples see a man born blind and ask him: “Who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus responds that this didn’t happen because of sin, but so that God’s works might be revealed – and Jesus heals him. In Luke 13, Jesus mentions a group of people who had been killed when a tower fell on them. The conventional wisdom of the day said that they must have died because they had sinned. But Jesus says the lesson is that all people need to repent, because if they don’t, they will also die. Another example is Job, who was a good man, but who suffered. His friends came to him and said, “Look, Job, we know you did something wrong to deserve this punishment. Confess, and everything will be all right.” Job says, “If I knew of anything to confess, I would! But I don’t know why this happened.” The ultimate example of a good person who suffered, though, is Jesus. Because we live after Jesus came, we have a resource for dealing with our suffering that Zechariah didn’t: we know how much God himself has suffered. Are you alone? Jesus died alone, abandoned by those he loved. Do you feel rejected? Jesus was rejected. Are you in pain? Jesus died an agonizingly painful death. We don’t know why we suffer. But the cross tells us that our suffering is not because God doesn’t care. God suffered for us, and God suffers with us. When Jesus appears to Saul in Acts 9, does he ask: “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute my followers?” No, he asks why Saul is persecuting him. Jesus suffered for us, and Jesus suffers with us.

    It is all right to pray for relief from suffering, though, as Paul prayed for relief from his thorn. Sometimes God heals. But other times, his response to us is the same as his response to Paul: “my grace is enough for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

    Suffering is not the end for us, though. Another promise that Jesus has made is that he will come again, and wipe every tear from our eyes. He has promised that there will be a resurrection from the dead, and that, as Paul says in 1 Corinthians, “Death will be swallowed up in victory.”

    Finally, because God is faithful, and because God always keeps his promises, we wait with hope. Waiting is a necessary part of life. This is an unpopular thing to say in our day and age, because control is one of our biggest idols. Money gives us control over our future. Technology gives us control over our environment. Medicine gives us control over our bodies. Money, technology and medicine are not bad things in themselves. But we often use them to convince ourselves that we are the ones in control. Unfortunately for us, though, we will all run into our limits. We will all have a crisis of control, whether it is big or small. Why do we get angry when someone cuts us off in traffic? I don’t know whether you do, but I sure do. Why is that? Because I control most of the things in my life, but one thing I can’t control is the behavior of other drivers. And that makes me mad. Others of us may get angry when we have bigger crises of control, like if we get sick, or a loved one gets sick or dies, or when the economy goes bad. I don’t know why these things happen, but I do know that when they do happen, God is being merciful to us. When we have a crisis of control, God is showing us the way things really are. And the way things really are is that we are utterly dependent.

    So waiting is unavoidable in this life. Will we wait without hope, as Zechariah did? Will we get angry and try to maintain control? Or will we wait with hope? If you are suffering from some kind of barrenness – whether it is physical, emotional or spiritual – or if you’re tempted to give up hope and stop believing that God keeps his promises, take heart. Be encouraged, because God says to us the same thing that Gabriel said to Zechariah: Don’t be afraid. Jesus says to us in Luke 12:6-7:

    “Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God’s sight. But even the hairs of your head are all counted. Do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.”

    Again, he says in Revelation 1:17:

    “Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the living one. I was dead, and see, I am alive forever and ever; and I have the keys of Death and of Hades.”

    That is what the season of Advent is all about. It’s about remembering that we are still waiting, but also remembering that we have hope because of what God has done in the past and what he has promised for the future.

  • The Life of a School Bus Driver

    Often when I see people these days, they ask, “How is the school bus driving going?” They know that since the beginning of this school year, I have been a substitute bus driver for the Ferndale School District northwest of Bellingham, and my guess is they think I’m collecting lots of stories from my experiences as a driver. It really is a good conversation starter, since whenever I talk to someone about school bus driving, they share about what things were like on their school bus growing up. It’s fun for me to hear that kind of stuff, since it’s not usually something you talk about with your friends.

    In case you, blog reader, are wondering how the school bus driving has been going lately, I will tell you. For the first couple of months of the school year, I drove 3-4 days a week. Usually they would call me to drive someone else’s route for a few days, but every now and then I would get a special treat and they would ask me to drive for an athletic trip. I call this a special treat because

    1) it’s easier than a route because I don’t have to make lots of turns and stops. All I need to do is take the soccer team somewhere and then take them back when they are done with the game.
    2) there is at least one coach on board, which always helps with keeping the kids in line.
    3) while the game is going on, I can do whatever I want. Usually I watch a little bit of the game, but spend most of my time reading on the bus. I actually get paid for doing this, and any time I put in after 5 p.m. is overtime.

    But most of the time, I have to drive someone’s route. It’s tough driving a route for the first time, since I have a map, but it’s hard to look at it and keep the kids in line at the same time. So while I try to keep the kids from doing things like setting each other on fire, most of the time I’m not able to keep them in line quite the way their regular driver does. And I have to rely on them to know where exactly the stop is, because even though the stops are on the map, it’s hard enough to drive and make sure I’m making the right turn, let alone drive and make sure I stop in all the right places. So usually I recruit an older student to sit behind me and let me know where the stops are.

    For the last couple of weeks, though, I have been driving a regular route every day. The driver of this route had surgery recently, and she’s going to be away from work until Christmas. They gave the route to me while she is gone. I must say that it is easier to drive a route that I am familiar with, with kids that I am familiar with. I also must say that although it is easier, it still isn’t easy. The middle schoolers can be defiant, and the elementary kids have trouble staying in their seats and keeping their hands off one another. The high schoolers are the best; they mostly just want to be left alone. A friend I was talking with last week put the bus driver’s situation best: he asked, “Where else in our culture do we put one adult in charge of forty kids, put all the kids behind the adult, and then ask the adult to do something else besides watch the kids?” Where else, indeed?

  • The System is Down

    There might be a conspicuous lack of updates for the next little while. My computer, after serving me faithfully for about 2 years and 4 months, has succumbed. To what, I don’t know. I need to call a computer guy. I don’t know whether it will be fixed, or whether I will want to fix it. After all, 2 years and 4 months, in computer years, is 136. So it has already had a long life.

    If I do get a new computer, does anyone have any suggestions?

  • Fayetteville to Louisville

    My road trip from North Carolina to Washington began when I got into my little ’99 Mercury Tracer and left Fayetteville, NC on a warm August day. On my way out of town, I took this picture to show people in the northwest that an “ABC store” is a liquor store.

    I don’t think they have anything they call “ABC stores” in Washington, but some have been influenced by visits to Hawaii to associate the name with the convenience store chain there.

    I drove northwest until I hit highway 40 around Winston-Salem (home of the R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company – hence its name sounding like two brands of cigarette). Just north of town, I stopped at a Bojangles‘ fast food restaurant before I got too far north and wouldn’t see them anymore. Bojangles’ is famous for its chicken and biscuits, though I tend to make sure to get sweet tea and a sweet potato pie whenever I go there. I didn’t go to Bojangles’ very much when I was growing up; I just took it for granted. But when I went to college in Richmond, VA, just far enough north to be out of Bojangles’ orbit, I began to grow nostalgic for it. Now, whenever I go back to North Carolina, I make sure to stop there at least once so I can get a kick out of looking at the menu and seeing side dishes called “fixin’s.” It was a good thing that I stopped at this one, because it was the last one I saw on the trip.

    I then continued north on highway 52 toward Mount Airy, which is the hometown of Andy Griffith and the inspiration for Mayberry. I’ve been through there many times before on my way to and from Michigan to visit relatives, but this trip I cut over to interstate 77 before I got there. I took I-77 north to Charleston, WV and got off the highway to look at the capitol. I’ve gone back and forth between North Carolina and Michigan perhaps dozens of times, and each time I looked out the window at the West Virginia capitol, which is only a few blocks from the highway. On this trip, though, I stopped and took a look around.

    And boy, am I glad I did! For one thing, they have this great statue of Senator Robert Byrd in the rotunda. If you just glance at it, you could almost convince yourself that he has a Ziploc baggie in one hand, and is pointing at a pile of feces that his dog left on the floor. Or maybe that’s just me.

    I drove west from Charleston on interstate 64, and this stretch of road (as well as during my time in Louisville) I encountered some of the worst driving of the trip. I experienced more people cutting me off, and changing lanes without signaling, during this stretch of the trip than any other time. Including when I was driving through Chicago. Unbelievable.

    In spite of crazy West Virginia and Kentucky driving, I made it to Louisville, where Ryan and Sarah, friends from college, recently moved. They were great hosts, and took me around to see the city. That night, we went to the Ohio River as the sun was setting:

    The next day, I went on a tour of the Louisville Slugger museum, stopped by Churchill Downs, and visited Southern Baptist Theological Seminary. Just in terms of appearance, it is worlds away from Regent, where I went. For starters, they have more than one building. It looks more like a small, southern liberal arts college than anything else, though it did remind me a little of Princeton seminary, which I visited several years ago. The only building I went inside was their student union building, where I browsed around the bookstore for a while and got a couple of books.

    After Ryan got off work that afternoon, the three of us went to the Jim Beam distillery, just south of Louisville. It is one of the many distilleries that are part of the Kentucky Bourbon Trail, and the nearest one to Louisville. It wasn’t bad, though they apparently don’t give actual tours of the distillery. They do let you inside the old Jim Beam home, though, and they do give samples. If I’d had a little more time, I would like to have gotten to the Maker’s Mark distillery in Loretto, KY. There, you can dip your own bottle in the red wax they seal it with.

    After that, we went to a place called Kaelin‘s for dinner. There are many places that claim to have invented the hamburger, but Kaelin’s is the only one (that I know of) to claim to have invented the cheeseburger.

    I did not eat one. Instead, I had something else for which Louisville is famous (but which I had never heard of before this trip): a hot brown.
    If you have never had one, and you’re not a vegetarian, my advice to you is: do.