Saturday, March 28, 2009

Word of God, Speak

I'm hanging on to promises... because that's the surest thing I'll ever have.



The countdown continues...
Mostly big stuff is all that's left!

I'm down to...
3 research papers, 15-20 pages EACH
3 exegetical outlines from one of the Gospels
0 systematic theology essays
0 books on pastoral theology (book reports)
3 reflective essays
0 sacramental doctrine essay

Friday, March 27, 2009

Friday Five: Blogroll Spotlight

Mary Beth from RevGals writes...

On my blog sidebar is a list titled, "Blogs I Read Every Day." After my mother became a blogger, she asked me how I could possibly read that many blogs daily!? I had to confess it then: Okay, I don't read them all every day! I have over 100 on there! But I have favorites, and you do too.
Some of you probably use feed readers to let you know when your favorite bloggers have posted...not me, not yet. I just have folks who are part of my day-to-day.

So for today's Friday Five, give us five blogs you visit regularly, and tell us briefly WHY you like them. These can be RevGal and Pal bloggers and others ... or news sites, knitting sites, etc. Who are you showing the love to on a pretty constant basis?

This is hard! I enjoy many of the blogs I read... and some get frequent visits because they simply make me laugh. Some are ones I read to keep in touch because friends have moved away. If I left you out, it's not because I don't love you...

1. Church bizness type blog: Church Marketing Sucks
Just to keep it real and think about the way that God is represented.

2. Keep in touch blog: Jeff and Sarah
Sniff... Sniff... miss you!!

3. Make me laugh blog: LOL Cats
Teh first language born of teh interwebs

4. Make me think blog: The Scroll
The blog for the group Christians for Biblical Equality
I use their resources every time I write a paper! Good stuff!

And the one that I had the hardest time choosing...
because there are several of you who qualify.

But I went with the person of the cool crafts, swapfests, cows, and pantipalooza!

5. Feel the love blog: Princess Mindy

Love you RevGals!!!

Deb

Thursday, March 26, 2009

She Speaks:

Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
Jean-Paul Sartre


I try not to "think too far ahead." I am afraid to dream, to look around the bend of "what's next."

I am someone who tries, but rarely balances, marriage, parenting, friends, family, seminary and pastoring. I work through scheduling snafus, wearing too many hats and never knowing if I've done enough. I get the subtle jibes for being a woman and a pastor.

I've worked jobs I despise to get experience in ministry and in churches, only to get pigeonholed in things that bore me to tears -- hospitality, databases, admin or children's ministry. I left behind music ministry when I got the not-so-subtle hints that I was aging-out of hipdom. Despite growing in my skills at teaching and preaching, despite hearing that I have gifts in speaking ministries, I am denied the pulpit.

Yet deep within, God has planted and nurtured a Call to go beyond the "ordinary" and fulfill a prophetic vision that I can scarcely bear to put into words.

My beloved often tells me that I need to take seriously the encouragement that I receive for not only my writing but my teaching/speaking. Truly, I'd like to. But because I've suffered under people with delusions of grandeur and the maxim "a little Greek is a dangerous thing," I frequently hesitate. That, and the constant awareness that being a "feminist" and a "biblical theologian" are antithetical in many a fundamentalist's mind. It makes me wonder if I can live up to the Calling that's before me.

However, this semester, after some concerted prayer with professors and fellow students who know me well, I'm prayerfully extending my wings. I'm networking, reading, and listening to people outside my usual sphere of contacts.

I'm allowing a fresh wind to sweep into my heart, and it's causing hope and joy to balloon up in ways that I've not felt in a long time.

A friend recently asked me, "what's holding you back?"
I cried. It's fear.

Fear that I will not represent the God I love in a way that is winsome and engaging to the people who need to meet God the most.
Fear that I am not able to handle the stress of moving into a new phase of public ministry.
Fear that I am going to be shot down, deflated yet again by people with their own agendas and ideas for my life.
Fear that I will not be present for my family when they need me.

I just heard about a conference that I am going to try to attend this summer. It's called She Speaks and it holds promise for women like me who are standing on the edge of their Calling and life purpose.

It's July 31-August 2 in Concord, NC. Financially, with summer school and The Harpist starting college in the fall, things are a little tight. One possibility is that by posting this story on my blog, I'll be one of the lucky ones who gets a scholarship.

Dare I dream that I'll get a scholarship? Or be one of the lucky ones who can get that final boost to launch?

She Speaks has seminars in speaking, teaching and writing. There are opportunities to listen, engage and imagine. Dare I dream?

If not this place, or this opportunity, then God knows where.

I am daring to dream. And to move forward into the places I hear God calling. I am not stepping back again.

Pray me through, will you?

Deb

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Reverend Mother


Some discussion of late on other RevGal blogs about PKs... Kathryn started the latest discussion here... Like many female pastors, my daughters occasionally refer to me as "Reverend Mother" and having read Dune, it always makes me chuckle...

For the un-read, here's why... The Princess Irulan writes (via epigraph) in the original novel Dune:

Thus spoke St. Alia-of-the-Knife: "The Reverend Mother must combine the seductive wiles of a courtesan with the untouchable majesty of a virgin goddess, holding these attributes in tension so long as the powers of her youth endure. For when youth and beauty have gone, she will find that the place-between, once occupied by tension, has become a wellspring of cunning and resourcefulness."
— from "Muad'Dib, Family Commentaries" by the Princess Irulan
SO there you are...

Deb
Slightly less serious than your average pastor...
And deep in the "wellspring"

Monday, March 23, 2009

Under the pile...

OK Sports fans... I want to watch March Madness. I want to prep my flowerbeds for spring. I want to spend more time in any room but my study.

But it's crunch time for school and that ain't gonna happen!

I'll check in with you later... I'm making headway on my GET 'ER DONE list, but Facebook and Blogger are distracting me.

SO - - when the dust settles and I feel like I'm not so behind, I'll blog a little. Or when I'm so frustrated and need to vent, I'll blog a little. Or when procrastination is more interesting than Turabian, I'll blog a little. (Scratch that last one!!!)

Peace out-
Deb

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Sex Sells

I suppose "it's just plastic" and "it's meant to be funny." But I have a hard time when, during prime time TV, nudity is portrayed as funny -- all to sell clothing. Was a guy pantsed? No way. And if it was really "just plastic" then why the censorship bars?



I guess I'll wait for the day that breastfeeding is broadcast with the same lack of shame and openness. (Like that will happen. The infant formula industry is far too powerful.)

OK, rant off.

Deb

Oh Taste and See




Oh taste and see
that the Lord is good
Oh taste and see
that the Lord is good to me
Hey yeah...

Cause you turned my mourning into dancing
Put off my rags and clothed me with gladness
And I will rise and I will you praise you
I'll sing and not be silent

Oh Lord our God
I will give thanks to you forever

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Productivity...

Cranked it out yesterday...

I'm down to...
3 research papers, 15-20 pages EACH
5 exegetical outlines from one of the Gospels
2 systematic theology essays
2 books on pastoral theology (book reports)
3 reflective essays
0 sacramental doctrine essay

YUP! It's CRUNCH time!
Here's today's plan...
- outline and select final sources for 1st research paper due on April 4th
- finish systematic theology essays (piece of cake - 500 words each)
- skim pastoral theology book and write book report
- prep for senior pit orchs coming here at 3
- chauffeur orchs people to school
- work concessions at Beauty and the Beast

Somewhere in there is lunch... and eventually there is sleep!!




Friday, March 20, 2009

Friday Five:Signs of Hope

Songbird from RevGalBlogPals writes:

My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. Song of Solomon 2:10-13 In the late, late winter, as the snow begins to recede here in Maine, we begin to look almost desperately for signs of spring, signs of hope that the weather has turned and a new day is on the horizon. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, Easter and Spring twine inextricably, the crocuses and daffodils peeking through the Earth as we await the risen Christ. Share with us five signs of hope that you can see today or have experienced in the past.

AHhhhhhhhhhhhh! Spring! Here's my five, photoblog style:

1. The first snowdrops peeking through. Taken right before the last snowstorm in March.



2. Bluebirds in our backyard a few weeks ago.



3. The Cherry Blossom Festival here in DC. (This was taken March 2008.)



4. Forsythia. (Last year's - this year's blossoms are just thinking about blooming.)


5. Countdowns to summer start. Reedy Girl is famous for keeping them on her white board. Coming up this spring: two concerts, middle school band tour, vacation at the beach, state testing, AP testing, finals and high school graduation. This was last year's countdown board:


BONUS: What's left for me this semester? (in the next four weeks!)
3 research papers, 15-20 pages EACH
6 exegetical outlines from one of the Gospels
4 systematic theology essays
2 books on pastoral theology (book reports)
3 reflective essays
1 sacramental doctrine essay

Deb

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Prayer for inner rest and peace

Give me the strength that waits upon You in silence and peace. Give me humility in which alone is rest, and deliver me from pride which is the heaviest of burdens. And possess my whole heart and soul with the simplicity of love.

Occupy my whole life with the one thought and the one desire of love, that I may love not for the sake of merit, not for the sake of perfection, not for the sake of virtue, not for the sake of sanctity, but for You alone.

Amen...

Source: New Seeds of Contemplation (Thomas Merton)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

one of those songs that keeps me walking...

Just had to share this... it's a song that is one of my new favorites. It's a song that keeps me walking, believing, waiting, praying...

And always, always, ALWAYS hanging onto the One who knows and loves me not because of who I am but because of Who made me.

Enjoy... stand amazed...
Deb



Heavenly Father, you always amaze me
Let your kingdom come in my world and in my life
Give me the food I need to live through today
And forgive me as I forgive the people that wrong me
Lead me far from temptation
Deliver me from the evil one

I look out the window the birds are composing
Not a note is out of tune or out of place
I walk to the meadow and stare at the flowers
Better dressed than any girl on her wedding day

So why do I worry?
Why do I freak out?
God knows what I need
You know what I need

Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong
Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong
Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong

The kingdom of the heavens is now advancing
Invade my heart, invade this broken town
The kingdom of the Heavens is buried treasure
Would you sell yourself to buy the one you've found?

Two things you told me
That you are strong
And you love me
Yes, you love me

Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong
Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong
Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong
Your love is
Your love is
Your love is strong

Our God in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Above all names
Your kingdom come
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us today our daily bread
Forgive us weary sinners
Keep us far away from our vices
And deliver us from these prisons

by Jon Foreman from Switchfoot

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Birds on a wire

NYC, somewhere between Broadway and the NJ tunnels
(sorry for the glare - I took it through the bus window)


On our way out of New York last Saturday, we were stuck at one particular intersection for a long, long, time. I was particularly intrigued at the pigeons who were settling in on the guy wires between the traffic lights. When we pulled up to the light there were five or six birds. But they kept coming. More and more flew in and joined the ones on the wires. There was no jostling for position or flapping others away - they just made room for more and more birds.

In a moment of music trivia, I started humming...
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in an old midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight been down in some old fashioned book
It was the shape of our love that twisted me
If I have been unkind, if I have been unkind
Oh I hope you can find the way to let it all go right on by...

I say don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry anymore
It's over, it's finished, it's completed, it has..., it has been paid for.

And that is so true. See? A Lenten theme afterall!

OK, so Leonard Cohen isn't your style and you don't know the song... you can listen here...
(If you want a more growly version, I think Johnny Cash sang it, too.)




Sweet dreams...

Monday, March 16, 2009

What's in a word?

I admit I get in a tear over stupid things. Needless sexist jokes. Using "man" when you don't mean a male-gendered person. And so on. I try not to shove it down people's throats, really.

Since there's a budding linguist in the house, I am learning that the words we use have a power beyond their use. Because they are used, they infer a specific purpose and/or meaning beyond their choice. And when they fall into disuse, they change the expressive capacity of a language. The recent flurry of Tweets about gender-inclusive language has been fascinating to me.

A recent article at CNN illustrates what I'm talking about...

(CNN) -- Twitter users may value brevity in their messages, but that doesn't mean they don't think about the social implications of language.

Is this sign sexist? Some say our language should be more inclusive of both genders.

Is this sign sexist? Some say our language should be more inclusive of both genders.

"Can't we English-speakers just agree upon a gender-neutral pronoun?" attorney Paul Easton recently Twittered. "Tired of PC grammar gymnastics."

Easton isn't alone. There have been at least 18 recent tweets about the fact that English has no grammatically correct substitutes for words like "he," "him," and "his" that do not have a gender implied.

Consider the sentence "Everyone loves his mother." The word "his" may be seen as both sexist and inaccurate, but replacing it with "his or her" seems cumbersome, and "their" is grammatically incorrect.

"I find myself spending a lot of time reworking or obsessing over sentences to avoid sexist language, and wonder why we settled on these burdensome conventions rather than popularizing a gender-neutral pronoun," Easton said in an e-mail.

It turns out that an English speaker's mind can't instantly adopt an imposed new gender-neutral system of pronouns, linguists say. A sudden change in the system of pronouns or other auxiliary words in any language is very difficult to achieve.

(You can see the rest of the article HERE.)

This was all the sweeter to my ears as I had to read Grudem's interpretation of church government for my Systematics class this week. (Here's a shocker. He thinks only men can be pastors or elders.)

Poor dude. He can't help it. For years he's got his mind made up, and no amount of exegetical discussions will help.

I'm past arguing, though I did state a firm, but polite counter argument in a class disucssion in response to Grudem's opinions. And yes, I have written my Dean. I think that it is a crime that a whole class is forced to read Grudem without any counter-balancing presentations.

Where Talk Isn't

Where talk isn't
is nowhere.
Even in silence
my soul speaks in the language
of my culture.
So that's why,
dear friends,
I do not want to hear
freshman, you guys, chairman, man and his world, man the tables.
It's time to turn the tables
and sit down together
as equals.

from the YOUALL website

My bra ain't burned and I do have a life. Just in case you wondered. ;)

Deb

Daybook

Borrowed from DebD:

*** For Today March 16, 2009 ***

Outside my Window… a slowly brightening day. There was fog and a damp chill in the air this morning

I am thinking… about how good that shower felt.

From the learning rooms… Beth has an essay draft due and a Pre-Calc quiz, then pit rehearsal after school. CJ is prepping for band tour; she and buddy Susan will appear here after school.

I am thankful for… a quiet space to learn and study today.

From the kitchen…left-overs for dinner - curried chicken courtesy of the Bearded Brewer.

I am wearing… jeans and a comfy shirt for studying.

I am creating… an outline for my next paper.

I am reading… a whole bunch of theological articles, journals and books.

I am hearing… the cat purring in her basket.

Around the house... there's plenty to pick up or clean. But not today!

One of my favorite things… the mug of coffee with hazelnut creamer on my desk

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week… deep water aerobics Tuesday and Thursday; a road trip to a church in Philly with my co-workers on Wednesday; many late nights for dd#1 since this is dress rehearsal week for their Beauty and the Beast production; dd#2's oboe lesson sandwiched in between errands, studying, work and home.... I updated the family calendar and it is officially FULL!!!

A Picture Thought I am Sharing:
I am SO glad I don't live here... (but it was fun to visit!)

home...

I am glad to be home. There's a lot to do in the next several weeks. I'm either going to blog like crazy or be deep in a pile of reading, writing, editing and freaking out.

I do have pictures to share from the trip to Providence... will get them up soon.

For now I'm reflecting and praying about life and everything else. Including why I'm signing up for summer classes when I am feeling overwhelmed with this semester...

I just want this to be done and over with...

Deb

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Broken

BROKEN by LifeHouse

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

Find the video HERE!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

On the road again...


She's being bad again.
What's she doing?
She is PACKING!
WHAT?? I thought you hid the uitcases-say!
I thought YOU hid them.
This is just SOoooo wrong.

Well... sorry kittehs...

The Harpist and I are headed to Providence, RI for the All-Eastern music conference. Along with 50 others from her high school orchestra plus other chaperones.

I've loaded my iPod and repacked... (left out shoes. DUH.) and decided to leave my laptop behind. Whatever assignments are due, will be late. Life it too short to sit hunkered over a laptop on a bus. Besides, I have LOTS of things to read for upcoming papers.

Yee haw...

Ya'll be good and I'll post pictures and tell you about it when I'm back.

Deb

Monday, March 09, 2009

Today I will make a difference...

Found over at Sound Bites:

Today I will make a difference. I will begin by controlling my thoughts. A person is the product of his thoughts. I want to be happy and hopeful. Therefore, I will have thoughts that are happy and hopeful. I refuse to be victimized by my circumstances. I will not let petty inconveniences such as stoplights, long lines, and traffic jams be my masters. I will avoid negativism and gossip. Optimism will be my companion, and victory will be my hallmark. Today I will make a difference.

I will be grateful for the twenty-four hours that are before me. Time is a precious commodity. I refuse to allow what little time I have to be contaminated by self-pity, anxiety, or boredom. I will face this day with the joy of a child and the courage of a giant. I will drink each minute as though it is my last. When tomorrow comes, today will be gone forever. While it is here, I will use it for loving and giving. Today I will make a difference.

I will not let past failures haunt me. Even though my life is scarred with mistakes, I refuse to rummage through my trash heap of failures. I will admit them. I will correct them. I will press on. Victoriously. No failure is fatal. It's OK to stumble...I will get up. It's OK to fail...I will rise again. Today I will make a difference.

I will spend time with those I love. My spouse, my children, my family. A man can own the world but be poor for the lack of love. A man can own nothing and yet be wealthy in relationships. Today I will spend at least five minutes with the significant people in my world. Five quality minutes of talking or hugging or thanking or listening. Five undiluted minutes with my mate, children, and friends.

Today I will make a difference.

by Max Lucado

A song for hope and peace...

Here's some music for the morning, sent to me by one of my sisters...

Please click here to see the video of a beautiful, encouraging version of "Amazing Grace."

I tried to embed it but it had "issues" - enjoy!

Deb

Sunday, March 08, 2009

worship


The song that's on my heart...


Love Song
by Jason Morant

Where can I go
Where can I run from You
You're everywhere

You know all my thoughts
You see through my ways
And still You come to me
And so I sing a love song to You
And so I sing a love song to You

From Heaven above
Earth down beneath
Your love rains down on me

You know all my thoughts
You see through my skin
And still You come to me
And so I sing a love song to You
And so I sing a love song to You

You walk on waves
You run with clouds
You paint the sky for me to see
Your majesty
Your majesty is why I sing

And this is a love song for You
And this is a love song for You
And this is a love song for You
And this is a love song for You

You walk on waves
You run with clouds
You paint the sky for me to see
Your majesty
Your majesty is why I sing

Yes it's all for You
In my life a love song to You
In my life a love song to You
Everything I do
In my life a love song to You
In my life a love song to You
In my life a love song to You

Jason Morant
from the album Abandon

Synchroblog: International Women's Day


Deborah by Adriene Cruz


Julie writes:
Synchroblog - on March 8 post something on your blog about biblical women. This could be your experience (or lack thereof) with learning about these women, a reflection on the life of a particular woman, an exploration of the ways women led in scripture, or a midrashic retelling of the life of one of these women. Have fun with it, push yourself to discover new things, and let’s tell these stories together.


I have the same name as the woman I'm blogging about. (Quel surprise!) She's mentioned in Judges 4 and 5.

דְבוֹרָה

4 Now Deborah, a prophet, the wife of Lappidoth, was leading Israel at that time. 5 She held court under the Palm of Deborah between Ramah and Bethel in the hill country of Ephraim, and the Israelites went up to her to have their disputes decided. [Judges 4:4-5]

The nation of Israel was not following God. They were busy "doing evil" and were under oppression. In the middle of the mess, God chooses a woman, DEBORAH, to lead the people. They came to her to hear how to solve their problems, and eventually, how to defeat their enemies.

In a patriarchal society, Deborah held court, making decisions for her people..
In a nation that turned their backs on God, Deborah looked to God for direction, wisdom and power.
In a culture that saw women as chattel, she stood in her calling and her birthright.

Why does she inspire me?

She chose to resist the culture around her.
The nation was following other gods. She did not. She stood with her righteous, holy God, and God protected her and provided for her. She didn't make excuses or suggest a compromise. She obeyed.

It is not easy to stand against the current of the culture. It is diffictult to neither become a raving, angry male-bashing voice of oppression, nor a coy, seductive sweet thang who uses her gender to manipulate. To be God's woman, completely standing under God's love, mercy and grace is a constant challenge.

Lord, let me be a Deborah!

She moved with confidence.
Despite the odds, she obeyed God's voice and attacked the king of Canaan. Israel's commanders who were afraid to take action, and, indeed would not even try to take action with out her (Judges 46-15). Barak lost the honor of winning the battle. That honor went to Deborah.

Deborah was a woman who knew her God was trustworthy. She knew that the judgments she made and the plans that she crafted were seen with favor by God. She could move with the delivering sword of God, leading her armies in victory. There was no doubt in her mind that she was called, anointed and appointed to this task by God. When the Barak, the chief of her armies stood there in uncertainty, vacillating on whether or not to go forward, and finally begged her to go with them, she took up the challenge without hesitation. Her faith in God was THAT strong. There certainly would have been murmurings, or suggestions that if Barak wasn't sure, perhaps she was in error. She left the doubters in the dust.
Lord, let me be a Deborah!

She gave full-hearted praise and worship.
The entire chapter of Judges 5 is "The Song of Deborah" - a shout of praise to a mighty God who brought them through impossible odds and defeated their captors. Her leadership brought peace to the land for forty years - one of the longest stretches of rest and prosperity for the Israelites during the period of the Judges.

Her song re-tells the story and puts the victory in God's hands. She doesn't point her to perfect analysis of the situation nor her insightful battle plan, but claims the victory for God. She declares God's power, and metes out God's justice. She points to the faithful soldiers, the devoted people of God who rose up against their enemies. She inspires a tent peg homicide by Jael as she killed Sisera. She puts the credit and the honor on God. She did not pursue a war to make herself or her nation look invicible, but sought to bring peace to the land.
Lord, let me be a Deborah!

"So may all your enemies perish, LORD! But may all who love you be like the sun
when it rises in its strength." Then the land had peace forty years. [Judges 5:31]

Saturday, March 07, 2009

International Women's Day

Sunday, March 8, 2009 is International Women's Day.

It won't be mentioned at my church. It might not be mentioned at yours either. In a way, I don't mind. I get a little tired of the "Day" concept. While it raises consciousness, it also pigeonholes the interest and action for that group in a one, or maybe two day, time period. Kind of like the Girl Scouts peddling cookies every March in our local malls, they fade from sight until the next season of Thin Mints and Samoas. (And yes. I bought my cookies from my favorite Girl Scout!)

The first women's day in 1908 wasn't really "international" but it brought 15,000 women to a march in New York City. No small shakes for a word-of-mouth event.

Since then hundreds of thousands of women have marched, met for conferences, passed referendums in boardrooms and served in the highest government leadership positions in the world. There is "access" but it is not universal. There is affirmation, but many times it comes with "strings" and a litmust test from various political factions.

Yes, we have made progress. Yes, women can vote and fully participate in their self-government. Yes, women are educated, preparing for a career that utilizes their gifts and passions. And yes, women have a voice in our culture.

And yet... I see so much undone. Even here.

Healthcare.
Maternity leave.
Childcare.
Clean water, shelter and food and clothing.
Safety.
Legal representation.
Education.

Tomorrow I hope to post a synchroblog on a woman of the Bible who has inspired me. To the unsung and unnamed heroes of Scripture, I say thanks...

Friday Five: Hasty Pudding edition

SONGBIRD TO THE RESCUE! Our regular poster, Sally, having been oppressed by Blogger today, I bring you a hasty Friday Five on the subject of pudding. If you are not a fan of pudding, then you will feel solidarity with Sally, except that you will be oppressed by pudding instead. ;-)

1) First of all, thumbs up? or thumbs down? Do you like pudding?
EH. There are times I do like it. I can live without it.

2) Instant or cooked? (Does anyone make pudding from scratch?)
A good home-made, rich, stick-to-your-hips rice pudding is fantastic. Can't say as I've had one in a long time. Most of the time, we make instant.

3) If you had to choose, would you prefer corn pudding or figgy pudding?
MAJOR EH and EW. Neither.

4) Have you ever finger painted with pudding?
I can honestly say I have not. I have, however, had a food fight with it. Chocolate. It was memorable. And messy.

5) Finally, what is the matter with Mary Jane?
Her hairbow is too tight and is giving her a headache. The crinoline under her dress itches. And she hates the lace around her neck. I'm sure that's it. Either that, or she's practicing to be a field goal kicker. (Truthfully, I think she found out she's a synonym for an illegal substance and is demanding a name change.)

Bonus: Share a favorite recipe that includes pudding!

MONKEY BREAD

24 frozen bake-and-serve dinner rolls
2/3 cup brown sugar
2 tsp cinnamon
1 box butterscotch instant pudding mix
1/2 cup butter, cut into small pieces


Let rolls sit on counter one hour until thawed. Cut in half. Roll in mixture of brown sugar and cinnamon. Place in well-greased bundt cake pan. Sprinkle pudding mix over top. Distribute butter pieces on top of the pudding mix.

Let rise for 2 hours in a protected, warm space. (OPTION - Let rise overnight in your refrigerator, covered with plastic wrap.)

Bake at 350°F for 30 to 40 minutes. Cover with foil the last 15 minutes of baking.

Immediately after removing from the oven, carefully release edges and center tube with a knife. Invert onto a serving plate.

(I have NO idea why it is called "monkey bread" since there's no bananas in it... but it's still good.) :)

And that's my Friday Five - on Saturday.
Deb

Monday, March 02, 2009

The Virginia Beach Blizzard

The Virginia Beach Blizzard...
It's just hard to describe...


It was terrible!!

The cold, frigid winter air...

Windy.

Blowing and drifting snow.

Ice on bridges and overpasses.





Just not here.
But my class was canceled today....

Can you see why??


yeah. me neither...
...so I did homework instead. It's all good.