Happy Freedom

Posted on July 3, 2014 by Margaret

This weekend is all about red, white and blue. Mom trained us well, and we, in turn, trained our kids: dress patriotically even if it’s out of style, and yes, a Cubs shirt is just fine.

Our family, like many others, loves the colorful part of the holidays: red and pink for Valentine’s Day, yellow and purple for Easter, etc. Today it’s all about stars and stripes, flags and fireworks. Never mind that Nelson nearly lost his hand when a firecracker exploded too soon years ago. We still set them off with oooh’s and aaah’s after our hamburgers and baked beans.

But the 4th of July isn’t just about outfits and explosives. Yesterday I listened to a radio reading of the Declaration of Independence. Most of it is a list of the offenses suffered by the colonists under the rule of a British king. But the introduction and conclusion of the document describe the freedom these people craved. After paying the price of a bloody war, they finally won self-rule and independence. The 13 newly formed states became the beginning of our free nation.

It’s interesting that the Declaration’s first section, The Preamble, includes what may be the most memorized sentence in our country. It’s the one that starts with, “We hold these truths to be self-evident…” God is mentioned as the Creator and humankind as “the created.”

Most interesting to me, however, is the end of this sentence that says the colonists believed all citizens had the right to pursue personal happiness. It further described what should happen to a government if that pursuit is thwarted: at a minimum, it should be altered, but if that doesn’t work, it should be abolished completely. A new government should be formed that “shall seem most likely to affect their safety… and happiness.”

I’m extremely thankful I live in the USA and can live within the freedoms mentioned in the Declaration of Independence. One of them is that I’m free to decide whether or not to make happiness a life objective. I don’t often wrestle with this, since putting myself last on the happy-list is difficult. On rare occasions when I do it, though, the strangest thing happens. Happiness results. It’s one of life’s thought-provoking illogicalities.

Today I’ve made an effort to count my blessings, and living in a free land is high on the list. I’m thankful for those who fought for my freedom and the 238 years American citizens have enjoyed its abundance. But the best freedom of all is my option to openly follow God’s recommendations for finding happiness. And his declaration, the Bible, trumps even the very important Declaration of Independence.

“You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather serve one another in love.” (Galatians 5:13)

Praising and Praying with Mary

With great joy we announce grandbaby #11 arriving in January to son Andrew and wife Kim!
I’m thankful for a safe and meaningful trip to Minnesota for the 4th of July.

Taking What Comes

Posted on July 2, 2014 by Margaret

Tonight I’m munching on brightly colored gumballs, thinking of an incident that happened 36 years ago. Whenever we’d shop at the local grocery, the three kids we had at the time tried to behave well, knowing that if they did, there was a treat after check-out. A clear glass machine of mouth-watering gumballs stood near the exit, and if we got that far tantrum-free, it was gumballs all around.

Nelson always led the way with his dime. Before dropping it in, he’d tell the machine what color gumball he wanted. “A red one,” he’d say, in a demanding tone. Inevitably it was a different color, and though he’d made it through the store without a tantrum, it usually happened then.

“I said RED!” he’d holler, throwing his gumball and occasionally kicking the machine. The next time we’d approach the same machine, Nelson was sure this time his command would be obeyed, though mostly it wasn’t.

Eventually he decided to let Lars, two years younger, have the first turn. Stepping into his older brother’s shoes, little Lars put in his money and said, “I want green!” When a white one came out, he started to whimper. But his big brother had learned by painful experience and dished out some good advice: “Larsy, you have to take what the gumball machine gives you.”

This incident became part of our family folk lore. Nate told the story often, and whenever life took a negative turn, he’d quote Nelson. “This isn’t the greatest situation in the world, but we have to take what the gumball machine gives us.” He even made that statement once in reference to his pancreatic cancer.

And that’s the thing about life. Much of it is handed to us without our permission and is contrary to our wishes. Just as Nelson wanted a red gumball, we want unblemished health, a secure fortune, contented relationships, and personal freedom. Inevitably one (and sometimes all) of those categories become “discolored.”

Nelson once suggested we find a gumball machine with only red ones in it so his dime would produce what he wanted every time. Interestingly, our lives would be devoid of growth if the experiences coming to us were all the same hue. It’s by way of receiving the “wrong colors” that we make colorful progress.

The reality of the situation is that God does have control of what comes to us, whether it’s a certain gumball or a life experience, and he wants us to learn that every “color” has significant flavor. But be prepared for anything, because once in a while, just for the joy of it, he’ll send a “red gumball.”

“Taste and see that the Lord is good.” (Psalm 34:8)

Praising and Praying with Mary:

Thanks for continued prayer about the feeding tube, which is infected at the skin and just under it, requiring antibiotics.
Pray against needing IV antibiotics if the oral doesn’t help.
Praise God there are things to do to address the tube pain.
And I’m thankful it gives me 900 calories each night as I sleep.

It’s time.

Posted on May 25, 2014 by Margaret

This morning our pastor preached from the book of Ecclesiastes. He mentioned its reputation for being the most negative book in the Bible, partly due to multiple uses of the word “meaningless” in reference to life.

But there are a few bright spots, one of which is in chapter 3. Back in the 1960’s, a group called The Byrds sang a song written by Pete Seeger called “Turn, Turn, Turn.” It was a huge hit despite the lyrics coming straight from that chapter of Scripture.

Here’s verse 1:

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.

The tune has three more verses, each right from the Bible, and audiences screamed with delight when The Byrds sang it. Of course most of those concert-goers didn’t know they were singing God’s Word.

I remember reading Ecclesiastes 3 as a new widow, focusing on two specific couplets: “a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.” For anyone struggling with a life crisis or even just a big change, these words bring good news. When I was deeply grieving, they validated my tears and sadness. They also assured me I would eventually laugh again, and even dance. All of that was great comfort.

Those same couplets can be applied to Mary’s situation, as well as several others: a “time to kill and a time to heal” effectively describes her chemo. Right now she’s in the kill-phase, taking in chemicals that are lethal to cancer cells. Eventually the killing will stop and the healing will begin, encouraging words when she’s suffering through chemotherapy.

Another couplet she has surely considered in recent weeks is, “a time to be born and a time to die.” I remember when Nate got his diagnosis. The two of us spoke about this truth in factual, non-emotional terms, and I heard Mary talk about it the same way, just after she’d heard the words pancreatic cancer.

The whole truth, however, is that all of us should be talking factually about that line of Scripture. We’ve all been born and will all die. The bottom line for believers in Christ, though, is that there’s nothing to fear. We can talk about it all we want and never get emotional because we know what comes next: a new life beyond imagining.

As the Bible says, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Mary’s current season is “cancer and chemo,” but only for this time. Our hope is that the next season will be all about laughing and dancing.