Sunday, April 27, 2008

What people don't get about the "Religious Right"...


I liked Mike. I still do. I wish he hadn't suspended his campaign.

A week from Tuesday is Primary Day, here in sunny NC, so I'm thinking politics. I've decided I'm going to vote for Mike, even though he's not technically running the presidential race anymore.

Don't get me wrong... I WILL vote for John McCain in the general election. I think he's a hero... a true leader. I like the way he follows his values and doesn't fit neatly into anyone's pocket. But in the NC primary, I'm going to darken a bubble for Mike Huckabee.

Mike represents me. He holds sacred the things I hold sacred... God, life, freedom, family, compassion... I even like his national sales tax idea. It makes total sense to me. Everyone gets taxed. People who are legal residents of this nation and below a certain income level get tax relief. I'm good with that. People who are illegally in our beautiful country either pay up or go home. Goodness... why doesn't everyone else see the perfect simplicity of this plan?

Anyway... here's a little bit about where I'm coming from. I understand that I'm in the demographic that will determine this election. I am a woman. I am a mom. I am married. I am in my 40's. Currently, I am a homemaker and blogger, but I have my real estate license and a teaching degree and have worked for pay in both fields and plan to return to working for pay in both fields when the time is right. It'll likely be sooner than later because our family is feeling the pain of rising gas and food prices.

I have a Bachelor's degree and a Master's degree. I attend church weekly and serve in both student ministry and women's ministry leadership. I drive a gas-guzzling Suburban because it was the only vehicle on the market that would hold all the kids in our carpool to... you guessed it, Christian school. I would love to buy a hybrid, but can't afford one because: 1) They are outrageously expensive; 2) We pay a huge portion of our income in taxes every month; and 3) We pay mondo-gigantico tuition at a Christian school, which is NOT tax deductible. I will have a hybrid... someday!

I'm part of the so-called "Religious Right" in that I am conservative because my core values come directly from the Bible. I actually believe that The Book is true. All of it. Literally. Six days of Creation. Virgin birth. Crucifixion and bodily resurrection. The whole thing.

I come from NC Democrat stock. Jesse-crats. My Grandma Baker registered to vote as a Democrat and voted a straight ticket until the day she died, one month shy of her 103rd birthday. Although I was only 16 when Reagan ran for his first term, I was terrified when he got elected. Everyone was saying he was going to get us into World War 3. So, when I turned 18, I registered to vote as a Democrat.

I went to college at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. The one Jesse said to build a fence around and call it the NC Zoo. Bastion of liberalism. My history TA told us that the US was the aggressor and had bullied all the nations of the world into submission. That's how we became the #1 World Power. I thought he was a snotty TA. He seemed to hate the USA. I loved my country. So... in my first presidential election, I voted to re-elect Reagan, probably more as a vote against my liberal TA's views than as an affirmation of the direction in which our nation was headed at the end of Reagan's first term.

Just before my senior year at UNC, I had to make a life-changing decision. It was about my faith. I came to a crisis in my life... my parents were divorcing, my boyfriend broke up with me, my sorority (I was the president of the chapter) was under scrutiny from National because our numbers were low, my best friend was mad because I'd moved out of our shared room and into the President's Room... pretty much everything I'd built my security on was crumbling under me.

So I had to choose a landing spot. I could have landed in the world and denounced the faith in which I was raised. I'd pretty much given it only lip-service for the past few years. Or I could get real with the faith my parents taught me and truly commit my life to the Lord God Almighty of the Bible through faith in His only Son, Jesus Christ. I chose the latter.

With that choice came a whole new view of the world... and of politics. I started listening to what politicians were saying and figured out, very quickly, that the liberal side didn't match my values.

I am pro-life. If you don't start with that concept, the rest doesn't really matter. I don't think bombing abortion clinics is the answer. I think educating hearts is. Full disclosure, people. I haven't had an abortion, but friends I dearly love have, and years later, they all come to the same conclusion that they wouldn't have done it if they'd have known they were killing a baby. Mass of tissue, my foot. It's a life.

[Incidentally, I'm wrestling with the death penalty. I don't think I could ever be on a jury that would sentence anyone to die. If I couldn't do it, how could I expect others to do it? I don't think that the death penalty is against biblical teaching either, though. It's an issue the Lord and I are working through.]

Being pro-life pretty much negates being a Democrat for me. And voting for one too. Period. The End. I switched my party affiliation just after I got married. I was 23.

Then in 2000, I worked for the Republican party, making calls to get-out-the-vote. I was highly motivated to make certain a Republican was elected President because it disturbed me the way the courts were starting to legislate. I wanted judges appointed who had some sense and would quit re-writing law to fit the liberal bias.

As for the Republicans... at the moment, I have to admit I'm not too thrilled with them either.

During the election of 2004, I volunteered to make phone calls for the Republican party. The folks down at headquarters on Hillsborough Street gave us a script to read. We were calling only registered Republicans, so it was supposed to be a friendly crowd. For the most part, it was. But the script told us to say that we were taking a survey. The coordinator explained that even though we weren't actually taking a survey for statistical purposes, we were technically "surveying" them by asking them if they planned to vote. Hummm... That didn't feel right. I think I used that script for one or two calls and then I just couldn't do it anymore. I felt like I was lying. I finished my phone calling time without reading the first paragraph of the script. I don't think I ever went back. I just couldn't stick to that script.

Values matter. In both of the big parties. And all the little ones too. I vote values.

I would have LOVED to support Rudy. He is a strong leader. I can forgive him for mistakes in his personal life. Goodness... not voting for him for that reason would be like casting the first stone. But I can't vote for someone who holds personal choice to end an unborn life above the right to life. I just can't.

Don't get me wrong... I'm fiscally conservative too. My husband and I both worked hard getting an education. We work hard in our jobs. We would really love not to have our income re-distributed to those who don't work or who are in our country illegally and receiving benefits of citizenship without chipping in to help foot the bill. We would love the chance to give more to our church and other ministries that help the poor. It's one of the mandates in our Handbook... help the poor. Not an option. A command. We wish we could do more, but unfortunately, we can't. Nearly half of what we make goes to Caesar. Jesus said to pay taxes and move on... "Render unto Caesar..."

Values. They matter. Have I said that before?

To those of us in the "religious right" movement... and I have to say I'm good with "right" but the word "religious" isn't even the correct term for us... values are more important that towing the party line. Our loyalty is to the One Who gave His life as an atoning sacrifice for sin.

If we ever see values vs. our "pocketbook," we will vote values. Sorry, Ann. I think you are one of the most brilliant women in the history of our wonderful country, but you are wrong about Mike Huckabee. Sorry, Rush. You've done so much to bring to light the silliness of liberalism, but you are wrong about Mike Huckabee, too. And Dr. Dobson... where were you? Why didn't you support the guy earlier? Why were you quiet until Romney dropped out of the race? If you were torn, why didn't you say, "Either of these two would be great?" You know, I admire you all... Ann, Rush, Dr. Dobson... but the bottom line is that my vote's not between me and you all. It's between me and Jesus. So, I've figured this one out in prayer.

We have a little more than a week until our primary. Not that I need any more time. I'm voting my values. I know it's a "lost cause," but if you read The Book, you'll notice we sort of expect that kind of battle, at least for a little while longer. Still, that doesn't negate the need for us to cast our votes with all our hearts.

And that, I'm gonna do.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda...


Last night I blew it with my kids. All the "Gimme," "Can I have," "I need," and "When can we" got piled so high that I crumbled. I let self, frustration and fear overwhelm my heart. The ensuing tirade on my part was just plain ugly.

The sad thing is that I know exactly what went wrong.

I woke up yesterday morning and decided to clean house first. If I woulda stopped for a few minutes, hit my knees and given the day to the Lord, my heart wouldn't have been focused on dirt and garbage and messes...literally and figuratively.

I shoulda known better. It's not like He hasn't faithfully ordered my day time and time again, giving me serendipitous moments that left me joyful and not angst-ridden. I should have listened to that still, small Voice calling me to sit and listen before I put the next load of laundry in the washer.

I coulda had a much better day than I did. I could have taken time to gently instruct my children, like a mother caring for her babies, instead of a banshee howling at the moon. It's ironic how the battle to connect with the hearts of others always hinges on the outcome of the battle to connect my heart with God's.

Today is a new day. His mercies ARE new every morning. I woke up smellin' coffee literally (thank you, honey!) and figuratively (thank You, Jesus). And it's a good morning, Lord.



The Sovereign LORD has given me


an instructed tongue,


to know the word that sustains the weary.


He wakens me morning by morning,


wakens my ear to listen like one being taught.


Isaiah 50:4

Monday, April 21, 2008

Think about this...

We went to see Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed Sunday afternoon. It's the Ben Stein documentary on the bias/witch hunt against members of the scientific community who give any sort of serious mention of Intelligent Design. Very good flick. We took our two oldest kids, Kelsey and Zane. (Zack entertained Gramma at her house. Somehow cookies got baked.)


At one point during the movie, I leaned over to Kelsey and said, "Have you noticed that every professor he interviews is sitting at an enormously messy desk?" To which she replied, "It's OK, Mom. They're waiting for it to evolve into something more organized. There'll be a spark any minute now. And then... boom... a new universe." I nearly busted trying to keep from laughing out loud. She gets it.

Expelled is a great movie for kids, if you want them to THINK about what they believe. It is not a "Christian" movie, per se. Ben Stein is Jewish. But what it does is back you right into a corner where you just can't deny that there HAS to be an Intelligent Designer behind the creation of the universe.

Ben Stein is relentlessly awesome. He even gets the current rock star of atheism, Richard Dawkins, to admit there MIGHT have been some sort of intelligent designer, maybe from another plant. The dude (Dawkins) can entertain alien visits (which are a topic unto themselves) but not the existence of God. He does say that even if more highly evolved life from another planet planted life here on earth, the life from THAT planet had to happen by some inexplicable non-God-originated shift of inorganic matter to organic. Of course, my question is: Where did the inorganic matter come from? The Energy? The Spark?

Hummm...

What a treasure to engage our kids in thought! There are so few opportunities to ponder the universe these days. It's nice to take a time-out from racing around and just think about our magnificent Creator and His creation.

My husband, Jimmy, used to teach biology. We call him Mr. Biology at homework time. With all he knows about life, from the single cell to complex organisms, he's always taught our children to be in awe of the meticulous design behind creation. As a result, the things they learn in school-science never go to undercut their faith, but always to bolster it. It all goes to the point of view from which they've been taught from the get-go.As parents, Jimmy and I are both humbled and thrilled at the opportunity to be our children's primary teachers.

It's pretty cool to see what happens when we think about the Creator. If we know Him personally, it's virtually impossible not to end up in a moment of praise and worship.

If you have children who are of the appropriate age, take them to see Expelled. It is PG. (There are scenes from WWII concentration camps that parents need to make a call about before taking younger kids to see the documentary.) Of course, I'm thinking everything should be PG, in that we as parents ought to seize every opportunity we have to encourage our children to evaluate what they watch in light of Scripture. We did that with Expelled.

And just for the record, here's our conclusion: There is an Intelligent Designer behind it all. His name is Jesus.


"In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was already with God in the beginning. Everything came into existence through him. Not one thing that exists was mad without him. He was the source of life, and that life was the light for humanity." John 1:1-4 (GWT)


He created all things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible.
Whether they are kings or lords,
rulers or powers---
everything has been created through him and for him.
He existed before everything
and holds everything together.

Colossians 1:16-17 (GWT)


"Call the Shots" Day...

It was Zane's "Call the Shots" day. He had his check up and endured the vaccines due, so he'd earned the chance to go to the store and buy one reasonably-priced reward. He also got to decide what the whole family was having for dinner.

He chose a big ol' bucket of KFC chicken for the family meal. And for his reward... a gerbil.

I was a little on the fence about the gerbil. We'd had two fish, one hamster and one sweet, ancient Pekingese just a couple of years ago. Within a few months all of them departed their mortal coils. It was traumatic string of pet-deaths that left me none too anxious for more critters. But Zane, Mr. Relentless, pointed out that gerbils are cheap and we already had the cage from our stint as hamster-owners, so all we'd be in it for after buying the fur ball was bedding and food.

When Jimmy got home, we quickly ate the KFC, and he and Zane headed to PetSmart. After an hour or so, they came home with a black and white gerbil. Zane named it "Mark." Yeah, I know. He explained that he'd chosen Mark because he was the biggest guy in the cage and he'd be lying on top of all the rest of the gerbils. Had to be the alpha-gerbil.

I, being the mom I am, immediately felt sorry for Mark because he'd left his family behind. Jimmy told me that there were two others we could go get in a day or so. They were all males. It said so on the cage.

Zane took to gerbil-care like nobody's business. He played with Mark everyday. What blew us away was that Mark would take a paper towel roll and shred it in just minutes. Life with the gerbil was great for the first couple of days. Then Mark got "nippy." Every time someone would go to pick him up, Mark would bite. YIKES!!! We'd had an evil, razor-toothed hamster that no one could touch. Looked like the gerbil was headed in the same direction.

Exactly one week to the day after "Call the Shots" day, Zane came home from school. It was our first cage cleaning day. I don't think anyone was too excited about the events that lay ahead. Zane wanted to get it over with, but I told him he'd have to wait for his dad to get home to help him. Reluctantly, he headed back to the family room to try to play with Mark until Jimmy came home.

He'd been out of the office where I was working on the computer long enough to walk down the hall to the family room and open up the cage door when I heard the yell: "Mom! MOM! MOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!"

My first thought was, Oh no! It's only been a week and we've already completed the circle of life! I was running through the short list of ways Mark could've met his demise so I'd be prepared for what was to come when I went into the family room to see what had Zane all shook up, but before I could stand up to go to him, Zane came running back into the office.

"Mom! Mark has babies!'
"What?"
"Mark. He has babies. I think. There are little brown wiggly things in Mark's cage and he's sitting on them."
"You're going to have to change that gerbil's name because if he has babies, he's not so much of a he."

Sure enough, when the counting was done, Mark had seven gerbil babies. We weren't in on the end of the circle of life. We were there at the beginning. Seven. Gerbil. Babies.

We've heard all the jokes: "Eight for the price of one! What a bargain!" and "The Gerbil with the Secret Surprise Inside!" and "Buy One... Get 7 Free!"

No... it's not what we'd have chosen. There's no way in a million years we'd have looked in the cage at PetSmart and said, "Hey, these male gerbils are nice, but do you have a pregnant female one we can buy instead?"

But... it has been a blessing. We've love watching life develop. We've loved seeing Miranda (Mark DID get a new name) take care of her babies. Jimmy and I have adopted Miranda. Zane's new gerbil is Hershey. Kelsey has Killer. And Zack's pet is L'il T. The other four babies were adopted by wonderful new friends. No one is alone. Everyone is happy.

I was having my quiet time the other day and came across Proverbs 16:9: "In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps." His plans aren't always mine. They're better.


Saturday, April 19, 2008

Smellin' Coffee?

Why do you call your blog "smellin' coffee"? Isn't that, you know, a little weird...(?!)

It is my absolute favorite song of all time. It's all about grace. It's all about Jesus. It's all about His sacrifice to pay for my sins. It's all about Him. And how/why He lets me come along for the ride, I do not know. What I do know is that I am forever grateful that He chose me to know Him!!!

What a JOY it is to wake up every morning to His mercy streaming in with the morning light! So... I'm smellin' coffee...
and it's a good morning, Lord!

Smellin' Coffee (Chris Rice)

Last thing I remember sayin’ bye to yesterday
Glad to see it over, pullin’ covers over my head
But what were You doin’ while I dreamt the night away‘
Cause I can tell that somethin’s different and
My eyes ain’t even open yet

I’m smellin’ coffee, birds are singin’ just outside
Here comes Your mercy streamin’ in with the morning light
My heart is racin’, wakin’ up to You’re smile
It’s a good mornin’, good mornin’

I remember readin’ You’re the God who never sleeps
And while I’ve been dreamin’
You’ve been singin’ over me, yeah
Singin’ about my freedom,
wakin’ me up to hear Your song
Now I can’t dance hard enough
‘Cause yesterday is gone, gone, gone!

I’m smellin’ coffee, birds are singin’ just outside
Here comes Your mercy streamin’ in with the morning light
My heart is racin’, wakin’ up to You’re smile
It’s a good mornin’, good mornin’

Every little breath, every heartbeat
Is a gift of love that You give to me
You keep givin’ even when I’m asleep
‘Cause I know You never stop watchin’ over me
I wake up, my past is gone
‘Cause Your mercy’s new with the mornin’ sun
I’m forgiven, I’m free, it’s a brand new day
‘Cause Your faithfulness is the greatest, hey!

I’m smellin’ coffee, birds are singin’ just outside
Here comes Your mercy streamin’ in with the morning light
My heart is racin’, wakin’ up to Your smile
It’s a good mornin’, good mornin’