Can you tell I’m on Spring Break? I’m not actually doing anything spring-y or break-y, but I’m also not doing homework every night! That is something.

This is a cute Veggie Tales short about St. Patrick. It is actually quite informative and funny.

I have to say that I’m struck today by how we have managed to take the celebration of a spiritual, influential man and reduced it to a color scheme and painful, punishing invasions of personal boundaries. I’m not saying there is anything to do about this … just something to consider.

For a semi-serious look at St. Patrick check out Jason Boyett’s excerpt from his upcoming book Pocket Guide to Sainthood. You might call it the young adult version of this felt-board spoof. I enjoyed it.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

I’m waking up everyday to this new song by the Robbie Seay Band from Texas (thanks to my awesome Christmas present from my husband’s parents!). Since I’m married to a musician, I won’t post a bootleg copy of a YouTube video from one of their concerts (they really don’t do the song justice anyway), but you can to to their website and use the player to listen to “New Day.”

Favorite lyrics: “I’m gonna sing this song to let you know that you’re not alone. And if you’re like me you need hope, coffee, and melody.” Too true for me!

The heart of the song is to remember that everyday the sun comes up again; “it’s a new day, ah, baby, it’s a new day!”

Monday may be the morningest morning of all mornings, so remember, “it might not look like a beautiful sunrise, but it’s a new day!”

Happy New Day!

I read with a pencil now. Taking notes in the margins while I read is a time saver: I’m already compiling notes for discussion posts and paper topics. But more than that, I have learned how to have a conversation with a book.

A few weeks ago my husband received a book from his parents. It was an inspirational book they had already read through and thought Dan would appreciate, so they sent it his way. When he opened up the cover and flipped in to check out the print size, chapter titles, whatnot, he started laughing his loud laugh (I love this laugh; I used to listen to it before we were dating and think it sounded like the most genuine laugh I had ever heard). “Look at this!” He showed me pages with underlining in nearly every paragraph. (Underlining made by a ruler and a pen, by the way.) After certain points his Dad had even written in commentary: “Amen!” or “Yes!” or “Right on!”

“I think Dad liked this book!” More of the loud laugh.

Sometimes interaction with books isn’t positive. As a teacher, I sometimes use textbooks that other instructors have used before me. One particular instructor at our Bible College employed a complicated 4-color highlighter system that I haven’t yet decoded, but he also wrote notes in the margins. Some of my favorites are in a text whose author had a somewhat more liberal stance on Bible interpretation than this instructor. His notes more often look like this: “What?!!!” or “No Way!” or “HERESY!”

This is the kind of interaction that indicates what Oprah’s guest Dr. Robin would call “being PRESENT in your life.” It means what you see, hear, or read is not just passing through your system unfiltered. It means the people in your life are not just objects in your field of vision.

You know that feeling you get when your eyes have moved over every word on a page and yet you get to the bottom and realize you have no idea what any of it said? Yeah, don’t do that. Read with a pencil in your hand. Make notes as you go. Start a conversation with your life. That way later on someone will know you were here once.

Continued from my last post.

Another speaker at our Missions Conference was a pastor from the Gaza Strip. I’m sure you are aware of the war zone that has flared up in this region; because of that, this pastor has been away from his home for several months. However, he shared with us the stories of the men and women who serve with him in the few Evangelical churches in Gaza.

One young father, a man who worked for the Bible Society, the only Christian library in all of Gaza, was recently martyred for his faith. He was apparently pinpointed by an extremist Muslim group who spent several days harassing and threatening him to “become a Muslim” and “give up Christianity.” When he continued to refuse, they resorted to violence. The young man disappeared from his work and was missing for ten hours. During this time, his friends and family knew that he was probably being tortured.

His wife, the mother of his two young sons and an unborn child, told the pastor who spoke to us that she hoped she would never see her husband again. Shocking? This wife understood what was happening to her husband; he would not be released unless he had renounced his faith in Christ. She said, “If my husband returns to me now I know I will have lost him twice. If they kill him at least I know I will see him in Heaven.”

This is one of the many reasons I believe faith in eternity is so essential. How else would a person survive this kind of loss in the context of such irrational hatred? Later the pastor told us that the young man was eventually found dead. It was a difficult season for their church and the pastor admitted he went to God with his questions and doubts. Eventually he felt the comforting peace of God and recommitted himself again to the work of Christ. His dedication prayer went something like this, “I know that if something happens to me, You will be a better father than I could have been. I know that if I lose my life, You will be a better provider than I have been. I trust you, Lord, to take care of the ones I love the most.”

I’ve never been one for secret blog identities, but I’m leaving out names in this post on purpose for the sake of these special people and their families in the path of danger.

It is my favorite time of year at our church: Missions Week. Since I’m busy with that (and that pesky thing called college), I thought I’d just post some snipets of inspiration that I’ve had the privilege to enjoy. Yesterday I was going to write something as I sat in the conference – live blogging! – but when I started to pull out my expensive laptop I felt guilty! All around me was the murmuring of interpreters (Spanish, Russian, and Arabic), which is awesome, but I was also surrounded by great people of the Christian faith who would never have the ability to purchase a frivolity such as this MacBook. I felt like I was eating a grotesque feast in front of a starving person.

So I waited until I got home! : )

Here was the perspective from the first evening of preaching by a pastor from Moldova, the poorest country in Europe. He discussed the early days of his family and how he and his wife and his FIVE young children shared for many years ONE ROOM in his father’s house. I couldn’t help but think of how I complained about having two children in a four-room apartment and how friends of mine don’t think they can have children until they can afford a bigger house. You don’t realize how ridiculously American your expectations are until you get some Rare Perspective!

More later on the pastor from the Gaza Strip.