Archive for May, 2006
Is this why Created To Be His Help Meet is so popular?
Glenys shares some good thoughts:
Even though I really have a lot of misgivings about the theology and advice in "Created to be his helpmeet", I find the amount of women seeking to get back to godly purpose in the divine creation of womanhood and marriage very heartening. Although IMO this book is misguided and doesn't quite cut it in truly godly femininity and correct theology, the amount of sales and the intense debate it has caused indicates to me the change of heart of women in general to listening to the lies of the world and being feministic, rebellious and no helpmeet to their husbands.
She has some more to say, so be sure to check out the rest of her post!
I think she may be onto something. Women are seeing that the feminist agenda has done nothing but cause pain to themselves, their relationship with the Lord, and their families. They may not even realize that they have bought into the lies of the feminist agenda. They just know that something "isn't right." So they look to books like CTBHHM to figure out what God says about being a godly wife.
If only CTBHHM weren't so unbiblical.
Related Tags: Debi Pearl, feminism, Biblical womanhood
Feast Ninety-Two
It's been a while since I've done a Friday's Feast!
Appetizer
From which country(s) are some (or all) of your ancestors?All of my dad's ancestors are from Germany. (So is my dad.
) My mom's family comes from Germany, Switzerland, and England. I've traced back to the 1300s on her side!Soup
How would you describe your sneeze?I tend to hold my sneezes in. *blush* There is a commercial for kleenex (I think) - this girl is sneezing at her wedding??? I sneeze like that. Now, if I let it all out, then it's a big AHHH CHOOOO!!!!!
Salad
What is the last thing you cleaned?My living room windows, just this evening.
Main Course
Who made the strongest first impression on you?My friend Melanie Luningham (well, she's not a Luningham anymore LOL!). I was a new kid in the 8th grade, and on the first day of school I walked into my 1st period history class. She said, "Hah!!!!!" to me. (For all you Yankees, that is Southern for "Hi!!!!!"
) She is super sweet, and I miss her!!!Dessert
Name one thing you want to accomplish in your lifetime.Play the bass violin in a symphony orchestra. No I am not kidding.
Why all this immigration hoop-la really chaps my hide
My father and grandparents immigrated from Germany in 1951. They did it LEGALLY.
My grandfather recently (or at least I FOUND it recently LOL) wrote of their experience coming to America on his website (I'm going to copy/paste rather than link so as to protect their privacy):
Seas of memories of our crossing the Atlantic in 1951 as Immigrants on board of the Ship SS Constitution. Else, John and Karl Juergen our 3 year old on one of the most memorable experiences in our life. We did leave our hometown in Bendorf/Rhein on the 13th of December 1951 by train to Geneva, Italy. The train went through the Swiss Alps at night and it was just wonderful. In the morning we where in Geneva.Do to our departure we did have time to have a bus tour on the Riviera. On the 15th of December we board the Ship SS Constitution. Our voyage had begun; next port we stopped was Neapel's and then Cannes. This was as smooth as glass, so Else did not take her seasickness pills (big mistake) so the Mediterranean Sea gave us a nice cruise in December. On board ship the pool for swimming was open and some people did swim. Here I have to mention the tickets were 2nd class crossing so we had cabins on A-Deck. Because all ships were booked until May of 1951 so our Aunt and Uncle had to send more money for the extra cost. Oh how great was it up till now. But it should change very soon. W e got closer to the Straits of Gibraltar did one more stop, to pick up some passengers from Spain. During this stop some changes were being made at the dining hall table and such items were fastened to the floor and table. I knew what was coming after all this preparations: stormy sea ahead. Myself did serve in the German Navy during World War II on board the ship, HK Orion (7000 ton). The SS Constitution had 35000 ton but about 1200 passengers and crew. On the 16th of December we went through the Straits from Gibraltar into the Atlantic.
After leaving the Straits from Gibraltar behind us we did go just a bit southerly so we would pass the Azores to the east of us. By now we know were where in the Atlantic Ocean. By the second day our ship is taking a pounding as she is trying to make headway and all motors where running high in gear.
After passing the Azores the sea got rough, but the Master (Captain) kept the high throttle going. Passengers were getting sick by now. Good thing we where on A Deck and had privilege to the first class, here the Christmas tree had been put up and in the evening music would play to dance to. Oh the food was just out of this world, we had not seen so much food in a long time. By now, Else knew she should have taken her seasickness pills. The Atlantic Ocean had gotten to her. The waves were getting higher and higher and the crew closed up the out deck walking area. The ship was rolling and pitching so for me as a Navy Man it was no problem but most of the passengers where getting less and less in the dining area. Here I most say the ship was only 1 or 2 years old so for an ocean liner the Constitution was relatively a new ship.
We are now in the Mid-Atlantic and the storm is on us from all sides rolling and pitching and the propellers coming out of the water and making some real sounds. No matter what the Captain keep on going because the crew will go on vacation after we are in New York and the ship is in dry dock for some painting. THE WAVES WERE GETTING HIGHER!!!!
This is our 4th day out in the Atlantic Ocean. Else is not going to the dining area anymore, she can passed the elevator from the kitchen. The smell of food drives her right back to the cabin. I am bringing from the dining area some oranges and some hard rolls. She must have something in her stomach. Oh boy, the ship is still going strong against the storm. By now the bow is scooping up some of those waves and the water is running off on the main deck. Myself I am up on the 1st class deck and taking this all in and having a sailors delight. I did talk to the swiss Steward from 1st class and he told me we were suppose to have 2 more days like this, till it get better. Here I have to mention, we did not get a cabin together because we where only 3 persons and the cabin is for 4. So, Else had Karl J. and 2 other ladies. I did have the other side of the ship (starboard) sharing the cabin with 3 other guys, boy are they seasick. This is one of the reasons why I spent a lot of times on top of the deck. On this particular day, in the night the two ladies in the cabin and Else asked her to go and get me because they were afraid. Water was going past the portholes on A deck. So, Else went on her way to my cabin only the ship laid a little bit on the side and she slipped and her butt and scooted all the way across to my side of the ship. When she got to the cabin, all she heard was the guys doing their seasick throwing up (feeding the fish-HA). I was not in the cabin till later that night. The screws from the ship came out of the water and the girls got scared. I did sleep in the cabin with the ladies that night. The Captain slowed the ship down, only to have more rolling and pitching. It got real still and this even made it worse for the women. But we did make it through the night and we all made it!!
2 more days and we should have this storm behind us and we have smooth sailing into New York harbor. Else had taken 3 days ago her seasickness pills, by now she is doing fine. Only she tells me, if this is the only way back to Germany I never will make the trip again. We where in the Christmas spirit and so we did some dancing in the Oak Room and at 1st class. What a wonderful time we did have even with all the problems. One the dance floor, the Christmas tree did his thing to, if the ship went down, the branches went up, and if the ship went up the branches went down. Else did not look at the Christmas tree, she would make herself sick again. As fast as the storm came up, that is the same way it slowed down and it got nice on board ship, So we could walk on the deck again. On the 9th day they told us we would pass at 6:00 am the Statue of Liberty the next day. We got up in the morning early and waited on top deck. Only we did pass the statue until 9:00 am. language was our problem. Anyhow, the Lady out in the Harbor gave us the welcome to the United States of America, the home of the FREE!!
So when I read about what all is going on and see all the signs that protesters were carrying on Monday...it makes me sick.
I feel for the families who believe that coming to America to work is the only way their famlies back home (wherever that is) can survive. I really do. And I don't really blame them per se. For all I know, they may have heard through the grapevine that "all you have to do" to get a job in America is do such & such, and they may have no idea (at first anyway) that "such & such" is illegal.
(Of course, the word "illegal" implies that there are consequences, so I wonder if it's truly "illegal" anymore. GRRRRR.)
Just who do I fault?
Companies who are out for super cheap labor.
The people who are making all the false documents, since in many cases, the employers THINK these immigrants have legit papers, but they don't.
The people who have been preaching the "these immigrants are working the jobs that Americans won't work" mantra. That's a load of hooey. At least it used to be. Now that mantra has been repeated so often that Americans think "that work" is beneath them.
The parents of the Americans who SHOULD be doing "that work." We are seeing a generation of people who have been catered to, spoiled, and indulged - we have generation of people who don't know how to work.
The government who has indulged that generation even more. Who needs to work when you can get paid MORE by not working and being on welfare?
The government who has done NOTHING to curb this increasing problem. And now that the illigal immigration problem is HUGE, I'll be surprised if our government comes up with anything to actually solve it.
The government who is pandering to all this illegal activity.
The government who scares employers from firing workers who skipped work to attend the protests Monday.
The illegal immigrants who KNOW they are doing wrong and don't care and who snub their nose at our country. (Note that they are last on my list.)
Pictures like this and this are a slap to the faces of my father and grandparents. And I won't stand for it.
Another favorite song
Come to Jesus by Chris Rice
Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall...so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!
Spunky’s Great Giveaway
WOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!!!!!!!!
Spunky is giving away a Benz Microscope and Apologia Biology Set this week. Click Here to get the details.
HOW TOTALLY COOL IS THAT???????
Update on my back and a revelation
I got to go to the chiropractor. She took a full set of x-rays, and I'll get to see what all they show tomorrow. I already knew I had a curve in my back, and yup, it's still there LOL. Amazingly she said it was a mild curve - if that's mild, I'd hate to see how crooked "severe" people are!
She did some minor adjustments, and I go back tomorrow. She did warn me that I'd probably have some spasms tonight from the adjustment, and yep, the pain is pretty bad. :-( My dh has this aweseme massaging seat cover thing, and with it I've been able to turn my new recliner into a massage chair.
We'll see what tomorrow brings....
Now about my revelation. I was in TEARS on my way home, thinking about my dh's reaction to me having to go back tomorrow. Then it hit me. I have a problem with people serving me. An online friend's dd got married this weekend, and when I saw the pictures I had this wistful feeling: I wish people had fawned over me like that. But they tried. I just wouldn't let them.
So remembering that, experiencing this back thing, and remembering other situations in which people wanted to help and serve me...they have helped me to realize what part of my problem is. I am uncomfortable when people serve me. I feel guilty for asking for help. Why???? NO CLUE. Maybe I think I'm being selfish??? I have no idea. But I'm sure that's a huge part of my problem.
(And the fact that my dh DOES need to do his job and has deadlines to meet!)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Do you hear that Fezzik? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when the six-fingered man killed my father. The Man in Black makes it now.
Actually, no. Keer makes it now anytime she tries to move.
My back is out or damaged or something. I have no idea what I have done to it, but it's BAD. If I'm still it's just a dull pain, but if I move...well, let's just say that I'm having flashbacks to labor because the noises coming out of my mouth are similar.
Dh is out of town. Well, he was, anyway. I managed to get a chiropractor's appointment late this afternoon, and he is on his way home to meet me at the chiro. He was supposed to be out of town till late tomorrow night, but he is changing his plans.
Which brings me to the sort of point of my post. I feel awful about that. He HAS to get this stuff done for work. Yet how is he supposed to do that with me all gimpy? Should I have asked him to come home, or should I have tried to just suck it up and manage somehow? (Not sure how to do that with 5 children, 2 of whom require a LOT of physical movement on my part, but hey.) Am I feeling false guilt about this? Does it stem from this whole "supermom" complex that I seem to have? Does it stem from this idea that it's unbiblical for a wife to ask her husband for help from time to time?
I have no idea. All I know is my back HURTS LIKE THE DICKENS.
I'm thankful my dh is able to help me this time. Of course there will be another time though, and I'll probably go through this mental anguish then too: Do I ask him for help or not? Is it OK for me to ask him for help? Is it OK for me to ask him to put aside his work to help me? Etc. *sigh* I'd like to get it figured out in my mind so I don't have to deal with that every time.
