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Humor is not simply the art of laughing at others, nor merely that of laughing at yourself; rather, it is the ability to see the tiny absurdities of life. -- Anemone Flynn

Monday, October 31, 2005

Be Nice to Spiders.

Put them out of their misery!

You know it's getting cold outside when you move anything that's been on the floor for more than an hour and spider starts to scuttle madly toward the middle of the room. Idiot. If you ran for cover you might escape, but I've usually got a shoe handy if you give me a minute ...

I did leave the ones I saw outside alone. But they have to stay outside. Or I'll sic the cat on them. That'll teach'em.

Heidi

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

The Promised Post

First, a little history.

We moved to Idaho when I was four. We began attending the congregation that my grandparents were at. My grandmother was a secretary for the pastor. I don't really remember too much about this time, because I was very young at the beginning. I do still have one friend from then, but overall I was a bit shy and withdrawn. By the time I was about 10, I was starting to be more interested in books than people. When we had been there for about 6 to 8 years, my parents had some good connections within the congregation. Then we realized that the pastor was definitely untrustworthy, especially where finances were concerned. I don't know who first drew our attention to this, but from my (limited!) understanding, it was an ongoing problem. My grandma was able to tell us more about it, and she soon quit her job as a secretary there.

We next went church hunting in the area where we were living at the time, which is where we are now. We found a nice, little place and started to attend. I was old enough at that point, and I volunteered in the children's church. My mother played her flute. But something just didn't work out. I know the least about this place, because we weren't there for very long. My father says that the young pastor was uneducated and his children were out of control. Our family met another family who taught their kids at home here. They were not particularly well received in this congregation, which may have contributed to both of our families leaving so quickly.

We had 'home church' meetings with this family and two or three others (depending on availability) for the next year and a half or so. Then, when some of the other families began to discontinue coming to the meetings, the first family invited us to a church they had just found. It had about 50 attendees and was meeting in an elementary school. We were very excited about this new opportunity. We became full-fledged members. We attended that church for about 8 years, I think. Up 'till the end of this year, anyway. I started this blog about when we first began to seriously consider never going back.

Nascent congregations are usually terrific places to be for the first few years of their existence: you still know almost everyone who attends and no one is very uptight about the order of service or the exact music. However, in our society now, growth is the ultimate goal. If your numbers do not grow, you are obviously doing something wrong. Once growth happens, suddenly there is a staff, multiple programs to attract new members, and a definite hierarchy is set in process which relies on fallible human integrity. Too often compromise is one of the first new members of a growing church. This relates to the consumer mentality I've read about, where churches will do whatever it takes to get more members.

My father was elected to the stewards board about 5 years ago. After he had served a year, my sister was diagnosed with leukemia. He resigned from the board, because he simply did not have the time to devote to anything extra at the time. She died 2 years later. After a year or so, they re-elected him to the board. Our congregation was growing phenomenally, and we had been given a small building by another congregation that could no longer use it. Of course, the next step was obvious. We needed to build our own building! So we did. We moved into it a year ago.

After we moved into the new building, the staff began to put pressure on the board of stewards. My father resisted this effort, and finally wrote a letter stating his objections to what they were wanting, and offering to resign if they decided to persist. In his opinion, the staff wanted to spend a significant amount of money in a way that they had promised the congregation that they wouldn't. He felt they could not do so without first discussing it with the congregation. That idea was resisted, because the staff realized that such a request might not be very well received. He then had to leave for China on a business trip. While he was gone, the board and staff held a meeting and officially accepted his resignation, in the process portraying him as a trouble-maker.

My mother was at home, and she received phone calls from some of our friends who knew what had happened. She became a bit upset about the whole thing, and when my dad returned (a week later) he told all of us children that we were not going to be attending on Sundays; at least not until he had a chance to speak to the pastor and assistant pastor and see if he could straighten anything/everything out. I took myself off the lists for things I had been volunteering for, and we have only been back as a family one time. My dad received a phone call from the pastor, and as he thought that was a good sign, he went back one other time.

He has not received any other communications from anyone from the staff or board to my knowledge. They seem perfectly fine with letting us go in order to keep face. The other family who introduced us to this congregation had already become a bit disenchanted when they were again slighted.

It has only been about a month since we were pretty sure we were gone for good. We were originally thinking about looking for another place, but we have been reconsidering that in the past few weeks.

I keep saying 'we,' because my mother in particular is very open with me about how they are tending, and I am also old enough to make my own decisions along these lines! Always guided by older and wiser heads, of course.

We began the first efforts toward once again meeting with other like-minded families last Sunday. Singing, brunch, and good conversation! There wasn't anyone my age around, but I'm now able to converse with adults, so I had a good time too. We discussed the 'church format,' including the cookie-cutters for 'pastors,' 'Sunday school,' 'sermons,' and 'fellowship.' The only one of those words you will find in the Bible is 'fellowship,' and the rules there for how and when you have to have it do not coincide with the church format most congregations follow.

In a typical church you come in, sing, greet other people, listen to announcements, give/take an offering, listen to a sermon, greet other people, and leave. How does this line up with what we ought to do?

Singing: We (now I mean the two parents of the family we had brunch with and my parents and my self) all agreed that this is our favorite part of any church service. The power and unity found in glorifying God together is greater than just about anything else on this earth. My mother, for one, would be perfectly satisfied with heaven even if all it was was one eternal song service. But heaven is a subject for another time.

Greet other people: Okay, so this -- both after singing and after church -- is supposed to be your 'fellowship' time. It may be just us, but haven't you ever felt that 5 minutes a little tight to take kids to Sunday school, refresh your coffee so you don't fall asleep during the sermon, and have a meaningful conversation with all six people who are sitting around you -- especially when they are most likely complete strangers? And then, after church, I don't really know anyone who isn't straining to go home and eat something! It's dinner time, doncha know!

Listen to announcements: These usually have to do with committees, events, and other functions that the 'church' feels obligated to provide and you feel obligated to attend. I'll expand on this a bit later.

Give/take an offering: There are many different reasons we give money.
- We are supposed to support those who minister to us.
- We feel obligated.
- We want to give to missions and support people who are struggling.
- We want a tax break -- okay, that's a bit tongue in cheek.
The tithe, or tenth, is from when God told the Israelites to give the temple a tenth of all their produce every year. In 1 Corinthians 1:7 it says 'So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity; for God loves a cheerful giver.' There is no room for making people feel guilty if we feel they are not giving enough. We are neither required to give a tenth, nor limited to that. As for missions, is this really an effective way to give? Sometimes people may give just so they don't have to think about it. Once they have tithed, it's no longer their problem. Personally, I appreciated the fashion in which this was approached at the congregation we left. They had two stationary boxes where you could place your gift. However, this did not eliminate all problems: when there are people who put their names on the offering they make, there is a record of amounts and who gave what. This is supposed to be for tax purposes, but even a congregation is still a human organization, and humans with human feelings and prejudices are placed in positions to know more than they probably should. My father tells me the tax break is insignificant, so I can certainly see why people would choose to honor what Jesus said about giving in private.

Listen to a sermon: The position of authority that a pastor has in a traditional format is not justified anywhere in the New Testament. The roles of elders and deacons are outlined, and Timothy is represented as a young pastor, but I do not believe that he is described the way a modern pastor would be. Our type of pastor seems to be a sort of relic from the Catholic Church. Too many times a pastor is placed in between the congregation and God. With counseling sessions, it is even possible to 'confess' to your pastor! I think -- and I know this is an ongoing problem throughout the world -- that people use church services and the sermon as a replacement for personal Bible study. They sit and listen to a pastor who will teach on a text or topic, tell a few jokes, and philosophize with a bit of worldly wisdom everyone can relate to.

Again, as soon as the service is over, everyone hurries home to relax, watch football, and recover from dressing up.

And Sunday school! Take the children away from their poor, exhausted parents, let them smear glue all over themselves, feed them candy, and tell them a cute little story about how the animals went in two by two. Everyone knows children have to have the Bible in teeny-tiny little doses, or they won't understand it. Now, in my family, my mother has consistently read to us straight from the Bible almost every day of our lives. As a result, my siblings come home and can explain exactly how the Sunday school lesson was oversimplified or even incorrect.

Back to the events and committees. In every cookie-cutter church, there is a trend to have a committee or group for everything and everyone. I think this is an effort to have everyone involved in some kind of ministry and to make up for the lack of fellowship on Sunday morning. There is the youth group, which is usually led by a twenty-something who is either fresh out of college or still in school. I have even heard youth group characterized as an escape from you parents! You can imagine how well that went over with my parents. Now the church is taking on a semblance of public school, becoming a place where you can know better than your parents. Children and youth should learn how to respect adults, not regard them as a burden. Youth group may provide a valuable service for those whose parents are not Christians; but I can't help but feel that they would be better served by finding mentors among adults than by joining in a large group of typically uncontrolled teenagers.

There are committees and study groups for college aged young adults, young married people, women, men, single people, people with kids, people without kids, people who like to ride motorcycles, people who like to eat donuts, and just about anything else you can find in which you are different. Doesn't this seem to promote a type of division? It's great to have things in common with other people, but a balance is needed. I happen to attend a not-in-college-but-not-married group myself, and the father of the family we had brunch with had a great way to describe this kind of a group. He called it 'the Great P of I.' Any guesses? That means 'the Great Pooling of Ignorance,' and it just about describes how I feel most of the time. I have some fairly good friends in this group, but the very description of the group displays how very unbalanced it is in terms of experience and knowledge. "Hey, lets all get together and talk about things we don't understand. A couple of self-help books, and we're all set. So, do any of you understand this passage? No? Huh, me neither. Let's move on." Argh!!!

So the consensus was that our system is seriously messed up. But, can we change it? Mr.-whose-house-we-went-to-for-brunch pointed out the verse where Jesus says not to put new wine into old wineskins, or both will be lost. One lesson we gained from that parallel was that God still values the people who are in this system. In no way do I mean to imply that they are not valid, saved-by-the-grace-of-God Christians. It is simply that, especially in view of our experiences, we wonder if there is a better way.

We are going to continue to make an effort to regularly fellowship with other Christians. Thankfully, we have an abundance of Christian friends who are not dependent on our attending with a certain congregation. I'll let you know how it goes.

So, instead of lots of little posts, how about one big one?
With great expectations (and amazed at the length of this!),
Heidi

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I really haven't been ignoring you.

Honestly. I've been reading everyone's blog almost daily. I just haven't written anything in my own.

Nothing much has been going on. I suppose the high point (speaking of excitement) was when we came home from brunch on Sunday and found a German shepherd locked in the rabbit hutch. But that was cleared up quickly. What, you want to know what happened?

We went to brunch on Sunday. That's right, we are no longer attending church. I knew this was going to happen, but it wasn't official. I'm still not sure it's official. Howsomever, since we haven't gone for more than a month, I consider it fair to say we're no longer attending. Maybe we'll pick it back up, but that is extremely doubtful. If I knew how to calculate probability, I would, but I don't -- so take it from me: unlikely.

I had a very fun time at the home where we went on Sunday. They have very similar views on everything, and they also teach their children at home. We ended up spending about 6 hours there, I think, which was much more than we originally intended. But it was Sunday, and we didn't have anything else in particular going on.

When we arrived home, my mom scooped up the kitten and carried it into the house before the rest of the kids entered the garage, so they promptly started to search for it in the garage and backyard. Buddy came in and whispered to my mom, "Um, there's a dog in the rabbit cage and the rabbits are dead." He didn't want Starry-eyes to hear him, because he thought she might get all emotional. So, of course, I had to go see.

I was first on the scene - well, second really since Buddy had already seen it - and a second dog promptly pranced up and slobbered all over me. They were very friendly dogs. Except to rabbits. Apparently the German shepherd had forced its way into the hutch without bothering to break the cage and the door simply returned behind him, effectively locking him in. He was all hunched over, mournfully regarding both his friend and our dog. Sombra was ecstatic with glee over the visitors. Shows how good a guard dog she is!

Dad let the dog out of the hutch, and we tied them to a tree. Buddy and I gave them some water to drink, soft-hearted creatures that we are. Then we called the sheriff. They were carted off by the animal control unit about half an hour later, and we reported the damage: Two dead rabbits. Surprisingly, the third rabbit did not die of fright. He was in a separate cage, and seems to be fine. Starry-eyes came out to dispose of the bodies of her two females, and she did not break down. She said she had been considering discontinuing the rabbit experiment anyway.

That's the most exciting thing I can think of that's happened recently. And that was just last Sunday. If anything else happens, I'll post, but don't hold your breath. On the other hand, I've always wanted to see someone turn blue ...

I'll probably post again sooner than that, but right now I'm preparing for/stressing over a test that's coming up on November 5. Five minutes at 180wpm, 200wpm, and 225wpm each.

(So we close, with screams dwindling into oblivion ...)

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

What a day.

Flat tire on the way home today. I was almost home, and I almost just drove the last two miles on it... but no.

I pulled off into the locals' fishing area and began to change my tire. Luckily I hadn't dressed up for school today. Just when my hands where all black and dirty and I was beginning to consider the relative merits of the possible positions for the jack, a nice man drove up in an Idaho Roofing & Repair truck and offered to help me. I love being a helpless female! Okay, I probably could have changed it myself, but starting those lug nuts is hard work!

After he put my spare on and I thanked him, I drove home. To tell my mother that I needed a new tire, and that it would probably need to be done this evening before soccer. So, I wrecked the schedule.

We went to Wal-Mart for cheap tires, because I don't have an income. I can't even afford the Wal-Mart tires, I'll have to pay my parents back!

There was almost no line at the drive-in area. But it took them one and a half hours before they even thought about driving my car over to get fixed, and another half an hour to actually do it. Yecch. So, I spent two hours sitting around at Wal-Mart. Just what I wanted to do today. And I'm slipping farther and farther into debt...

I think I'll go to bed. Again. I know I always write late, but that's when I'm in my talkative mood. See ya 'round.

Heidi

And I still have to find the money to get the oil changed and the tires rotated and the brakes replaced so I don't die this winter... ... ... ...

sesquipedalian

I like this word!

Sesquipedalian -- Given to the use of long words.

Sometimes, I am afraid my friends think me sesquipedalian.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Oh, that hurts!

I'm not going to write a big post, because I'm falling asleep and my eyes won't stay propped open much longer. Starry-eyes, me, and my dad went on a hike this afternoon. Technically it was her birthday hike. All uphill and downhill (mostly nearly perpendicular) for about 3 hours. No, not so perpendicular that we needed climbing equipment. Although there was this one place where that might have been safer... Don't tell my mom. I worked my legs and did my deep breathing exercises. Gasps for air and for when one or another of us slipped on the (maybe 65 degree?) slope that was covered in shale.

On a low note, all of our kittens disappeared. It seems likely that they were eaten by a skunk or something, but who knows. We're getting one from my aunt to bring our cat population back to three, which is normal. I guess I don't have to worry about allergies for a while, though. I was probably just being a bit of a hypochondriac. Silly.

Okay, my legs are like jello and my eyes hurt.

G'night, all.

Heidi

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Audrey Hepburn

Thanks for the idea, Justin!

I have always liked Audrey Hepburn's films. The first one that comes to mind is 'Charade' with Cary Grant. I like Cary Grant, too. I've not seen 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'; my parents watched, and returned it before I'd had my turn! My mother didn't particularly like it. I also enjoyed 'Funny Face,' mostly for the good photography and the color contrasts. I've always liked to look at clothes, and Audrey has several good outfits in that movie. I'm just scrolling in the IMDB, and I see 'How to Steal a Million,' which runs a close second to 'Charade.' Hmm, I haven't watched too many of hers. I guess I spent too much time on Cary Grant. (giggle) I have seen 'Sabrina' and 'Roman Holiday.'

'Charade' is the story of a widow whose husband was very rich. He is murdered in the first few minutes of the movie, and all the characters are wondering what became of his fortune. Several dubious men register at the same hotel where Reggie (Hepburn) is staying, and begin to threaten and stalk her, demanding the money they believe should rightfully belong to them. Reggie has to figure out where the money is and stay alive, all while trying to decide whether Peter (Grant) is really who he says he is. Peter keeps changing his name throughout the story, making it even harder for her to trust him.

I like this movie because of the mystery (and the romance, of course!). It is very tense -- I usually end up holding my little sister's hand. (Not for her comfort, either. She used to hold my hand, now I hold hers.) There are also some extremely funny scenes, as in many Cary Grant movies.

'How to Steal a Million' has Peter O'Toole co-starring. I usually don't gush about actors, but I have always liked him in this movie. Hepburn plays the daughter of a painter, and O'Toole plays a detective who is looking into art forgery. When Nicole's (Hepburn) father exhibits a statue at a museum, she must retrieve it before the experts get a close look and discover that it's really a miniature of her grandmother instead of the Cellini Venus. O'Toole ends up showing her how to steal effectively, and the whole escapade makes me laugh out loud every time I watch it.

Any questions? Gotta run to class now!

Ta,
Heidi

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Go To Bed Already! (Just Let Me Post This First)

Okay, party update!

We had a great time this evening! After I arrived (obnoxiously, of course), we spent the next hour or so exchanging the most outrageous comments. There were 5 guests and my three sisters and me, so we were able to furnish a lot of imagination.

I asked everyone very blatantly if they had any valuable jewelry, if what they were wearing was gold, and tried to mention money in at least every other sentence. I passed off my 'smuggling and thieving' activities by saying that I was a traveling inventoryist (I don't think that's a word), and that I was much 'wanted' around the world. My sister acted properly horrified that I would mention 'business' in front of her guests.

Later we played poker. I was winning, but Shelley, a reporter from The Maryland Review (that would be Sarah, Liz), decided to try to lose and promptly won everything. It does happen. She then redeemed her monopoly money for the two bags of M&Ms we had allocated for the poker game. Life ain't fair. Think of the stomachache she'll have if she eats all of those! She shared with everyone. I didn't really want to win, because then I might have felt I was entitled to the candy, and that wouldn't be good.

So, I was up until 1am last night sewing that dress, up at 6:30am for school, and now it's after midnight again. I think I should go to bed. My eyes itch.

Here's a picture of my skirt.

Do any of you know how late in life you can become allergic to cats? Just curious. It runs in my family, and I've been getting allergy-like symptoms lately. It could be the trailing end of my cold (on days I don't get enough sleep), or a cat allergy, or just a regular allergy poking it's nasty head out. Quien sabe. I've never been allergic to anything in my life. Except maybe exercise. I think about running in the morning, and my body just starts to ache, and my legs get strange twinges, and my knees become painful, and I can't breathe properly, and my heart starts to pitter-patter -- well, m'dear, you'll just have to suffer through it! Toughen up. And get more sleep.

Wishing you all a sleep-filled evening,
Heidi