Easter is a time to celebrate the resurrection of Christ.
It's also a time to remember the human trinity:
I am Judas.
Did my own thing and went my own way.
Handed Christ over on a very dark day.
I am Barabbas.
Imprisoned and guilty, that was me.
Christ took my place and set me free.
I am Simon of Cyrene.
It wasn't my plan but I carried the cross
As I walked, I labored and shared in the loss
A sinner I am and my fate is quite bleak,
Unless I rely on a Savior, I'm weak.
I've been given a gift that I don't deserve,
So Christ must come first, He's the one I will serve.
I am indebted to Christ, who gave up His life on earth so I could share mine with Him in heaven. I am also inspired by Pastor Bill Evans, who shared how these characters in the Passion Story two thousand years ago are living parables for us today.
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. - John 3:16
... a method to the madness, a fearless Christian optimist, a change maker. I dance while I do the dishes.
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Sunday, March 31, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Real Democracy For the People
Today was a momentous day in my small, fledgling foray into the world of politics. On Maryland Day, Start School Later witnessed history, with legislation successfully passing the House of Representatives to start the conversation on the long-standing problem of early school start times in public high schools.
I could go on and on about how thrilled I am about the Bill passing and moving onto the Senate. But, really, what I'm really inspired about is the fact that anyone, with hard work, tenacity, and a bit of know-how, can get started and influence decision-makers in this country to enact laws.
I was able to witness the House in Session, and being a political rube, I found the whole process fascinating. Aside from the common perception that government is slow and ineffective, I really was able to observe a very methodical approach to lawmaking that allows for checks and balances. While much of the proceedings may not have completely held my interest, there were some particularly moving aspects for me that I would never have appreciated if I wasn't there.
Imagine my surprise when the bell rang, the Session was called to order and over 100 people stood to pledge allegiance to the flag. Of course, I promptly stood up and followed suit, happy that there was a flag in my line of sight that I could salute to. But, having not really done that since grammar school, it was amazing to see the pledge in action, with everyone, regardless of belief, position or background, affirming a common allegiance to our country. Unlike a baseball game, where a song is played, every delegate stated the allegiance and it was quite moving to hear it and see it coming from adults and not children. I was particularly captivated by a number of delegates who added a fervent "Amen!" There was a certain reverence, not unlike the prayers Christians begin with to set the tone for church meetings.
The delegates were a mixed lot. Young and old, from many ethnic backgrounds, from all walks of life. These people were indeed our representatives, delegated to the task of representing their districts with the issues their constituents care about. They were regular people, just doing their jobs. It was particularly moving to me that the oldest running legislative building in our country is not far from the Market Place, the first stopping point of the transport of slaves from Africa in the 1700's. Steeped in history and tradition, Annapolis harkens to a cruel time of the past, and while it's certainly far from perfect, a glimpse into how far we've come forward.
The fact that I, as a common citizen, can be privy to these proceedings, either by sitting in the gallery, or listening through a live online audio feed, makes governance that much more transparent. During the announcements in the beginning of each Session, homage was paid to the holidays of Passover and Easter. In Session I, the story of the Israelites getting safe passage out of Egypt and the LORD's protection was recounted and commemorated. In Session II, the announcer commemorated the Christian observance of Easter and the hope for Messiah by reciting the Virgin Mary's prayer.
This reverence for the spiritual tradition of the law reminded me that public service is a civic responsibility to care for others. This is real democracy in action. I'm not naive enough to think that there are no flaws in our system of government. But, compared to other countries, where people do not have a say about how laws are enacted, or who gets assigned to help shape the laws in the first place, our democracy is something that can be grasped and experienced. I treasure it as a gift that our insightful forefathers blessed us with.
Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keeps the law, happy is he.
- Proverbs 29:18
I could go on and on about how thrilled I am about the Bill passing and moving onto the Senate. But, really, what I'm really inspired about is the fact that anyone, with hard work, tenacity, and a bit of know-how, can get started and influence decision-makers in this country to enact laws.
I was able to witness the House in Session, and being a political rube, I found the whole process fascinating. Aside from the common perception that government is slow and ineffective, I really was able to observe a very methodical approach to lawmaking that allows for checks and balances. While much of the proceedings may not have completely held my interest, there were some particularly moving aspects for me that I would never have appreciated if I wasn't there.
Imagine my surprise when the bell rang, the Session was called to order and over 100 people stood to pledge allegiance to the flag. Of course, I promptly stood up and followed suit, happy that there was a flag in my line of sight that I could salute to. But, having not really done that since grammar school, it was amazing to see the pledge in action, with everyone, regardless of belief, position or background, affirming a common allegiance to our country. Unlike a baseball game, where a song is played, every delegate stated the allegiance and it was quite moving to hear it and see it coming from adults and not children. I was particularly captivated by a number of delegates who added a fervent "Amen!" There was a certain reverence, not unlike the prayers Christians begin with to set the tone for church meetings.
The delegates were a mixed lot. Young and old, from many ethnic backgrounds, from all walks of life. These people were indeed our representatives, delegated to the task of representing their districts with the issues their constituents care about. They were regular people, just doing their jobs. It was particularly moving to me that the oldest running legislative building in our country is not far from the Market Place, the first stopping point of the transport of slaves from Africa in the 1700's. Steeped in history and tradition, Annapolis harkens to a cruel time of the past, and while it's certainly far from perfect, a glimpse into how far we've come forward.
The fact that I, as a common citizen, can be privy to these proceedings, either by sitting in the gallery, or listening through a live online audio feed, makes governance that much more transparent. During the announcements in the beginning of each Session, homage was paid to the holidays of Passover and Easter. In Session I, the story of the Israelites getting safe passage out of Egypt and the LORD's protection was recounted and commemorated. In Session II, the announcer commemorated the Christian observance of Easter and the hope for Messiah by reciting the Virgin Mary's prayer.
This reverence for the spiritual tradition of the law reminded me that public service is a civic responsibility to care for others. This is real democracy in action. I'm not naive enough to think that there are no flaws in our system of government. But, compared to other countries, where people do not have a say about how laws are enacted, or who gets assigned to help shape the laws in the first place, our democracy is something that can be grasped and experienced. I treasure it as a gift that our insightful forefathers blessed us with.
Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keeps the law, happy is he.
- Proverbs 29:18
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Easter 2011: His Name is Mark
| Easter Lily, a photo by **Mary** on Flickr |
I cried when I got the news. I wasn’t ready for another baby. I wasn’t ready to add another washing machine to the spin cycle of my life with three other little ones. After taking the pregnancy test, I wept bitterly and told God that I wasn’t ready for this one. It was the first time I was not happy about the little blessing growing inside of me.
My world was turned upside down in an instant. It took about two weeks for the shock to wear off, and in usual tradition, we would tell NO ONE until after the first trimester. Then, I began to embrace the news. Yes, I’d have to start all over again with sleepless nights and spit up and diapers. But, there would be four! God saw fit to bless me, so I rejoiced in the blessing. Yes, I was a bit worried that four might be my breaking point, but God knew what He was doing. My little pumpkin was due November 4th, a perfect accompaniment for the “biscuit’, my youngest boy. I was floored that I’d be the mother of four. I’m pretty sure that he was a boy, but I won’t know for sure until I get to meet him in heaven.
After 11 weeks, I got more devastating news. Baby was only the size of a 6 week old. He had not grown for 5 weeks. It made perfect sense now. During my pregnancy, I struggled to eat. (Those of you that know me know I love food!) While I didn’t get “morning sickness”, I felt a queasy uneasiness for weeks at a time.
Did I feel a sense of relief, knowing that I wouldn’t have to start all over again? Not in a million years. I loved this baby and grieved that I would not be able to see him or get to know him. It was only 11 weeks, but in that time, I turned my wants and desires to God. With prayer, I got excited about baby. Meanwhile, hubby and I talked about long-standing unresolved issues. We started a new page of dialog in a relationship that had gone dusty and dry with neglect.
A post that really helped me deal with my loss is here. It’s a bit graphic, but knowing that I was going to go through a miscarriage before it actually happened, I wanted details. I wanted to know what to expect and the writer’s experience was touching and moving.
Thankfully, I was also able to say goodbye in the privacy of home. As I “birthed” the baby that was not to be, I named him, said goodbye, and thanked God for the precious gift He gave me. April 20th, 2011 at 1:55pm is my commemoration, and I decided to name him Mark. The name is fitting because he left quite an impression on me in his short life. His name is only one syllable, a break in the usual two-syllable convention I’ve preferred for naming my kids. Like his short name, Mark’s brief life served a purpose.
I realize even more poignantly what a miraculous gift my three beautiful, healthy children really are. I envision that as my husband and I made an appointment to see a counselor early in my pregnancy, God called Mark home, telling him that his work here was done.
Hubby and I are both saddened by the news. But a spark has started. A seed has been planted that will allow us to grow and communicate better with each other. In Mark’s place, our relationship is undergoing a resurrection. Just as in the Easter Story, I rejoice because while Jesus died, He rose again. That is the hope that transcends death.
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