That’s For Nothing

When my husband, Greg, was a little boy, his father used to give him a kiss and say, “That’s for nothing. Now do something.”

I used to think that was kind of pointless. Why kiss (reward) someone, and then tell him to do something, ostensibly something worthy of a kiss?

I supposed it was to show Greg that his father’s love was unconditional—he loved Greg because he existed, not because Greg earned his love.

The second part didn’t have to be a qualifier; it could have meant that he had every confidence Greg was capable of doing great things.

It wasn’t until recent years that I had a deeper insight into that simple ritual. It’s a lot like what our Father in heaven does with us. He loves us and invites us into His kingdom, not because of what we’ve done to deserve it (nothing), but because of His righteous desire to bless us and transform us into the image of His Son. And what does He ask from us in return? To love Him completely, and to love each other with great care (Matthew 22:37-39). This love is expressed in our actions (do something), showing mercy, working for justice, and walking with God daily (Micah 6:8).

My Bible study group is studying Martin Luther’s treatise on The Freedom of the Christian. I’ve been struggling with it. How am I free from sin? What does it mean to no longer be under the law, but under grace (Romans 6:14)?

We’re back to Matthew 22 again, verses 36-40. When you love God completely and your neighbor with great care, you are fulfilling the law; it has no power to condemn you. My sin is forgiven; I no longer concentrate on the thou-shalts and thou-shalt-nots. I am free to live according to a new operating system: love.

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Rebirth of Hope

It is Wednesday afternoon. I am writing this after watching Joe Biden’s inauguration. My eyes teared up through his speech, and Amanda Gordon’s poem, and Reverend Sylvester Beaman’s benediction. I feel relieved and hopeful after the nightmare of the last four years and the attack on the Capitol earlier this month. I thank God for this day. I am thankful that Biden is our new president, and I especially welcome his message of healing and unity. As I listened, my heart raised two prayers: Yes, God, make it so! and Show me what I must change in myself to help make the United States the country You want it to be.

To be a united country, and especially a united democracy, does not mean that we all share the same beliefs. How could it? Our beliefs are formed by our faiths, our races and heritages, our upbringings, our educations, our economic statuses, our occupations, and our experiences. We are all different, and each of us brings something unique to the table. So, how do we come together? How can we arrive at consensus?

We need to respectfully listen to one another. Ask people what they mean by what they say. Ask them why they feel as they do. Listen to their stories. Not so that we can change their feelings to match ours, but so that we can understand. And not that we necessarily have to accept their values as our own, but to see what we can learn, to fill in the gaps of our own knowledge.

I believe there are absolute truths, absolute rights and wrongs. But when we hold to our views rigidly and make decisions based on absolutes, our choices may have unanticipated consequences. That’s why we need to consider what people different from ourselves have to say. We need to see the whole picture.

We are going to disagree with each other. But that doesn’t mean we can’t work together to rebuild our country. If we understand each other, we can find ways to support each other. It’s going to take work and change on the part of every individual (yes, I just said you have to change—but I admit I do, too) to heal the division and inequity in our country, and it won’t be fixed in four years. But we can make progress before we hand the work off to the next generations.

Please, God, bless America. Bless our new president. Guide us as we work toward a more perfect union. Amen.

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A Prayer for Times Like This

Lord, make us instruments of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. ~St. Francis of Assissi

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Scripture Break for Epiphany

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Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol

When I was a little girl, I watched a cartoon show called Mr. Magoo, about a little old curmudgeon who was near-sighted and hard of hearing, which caused him to get into all sorts of trouble, of which he was blissfully unaware.

In 1962, they produced a Christmas special featuring Mr. Magoo as Ebenezer Scrooge in a musical version of Dicken’s A Christmas Carol. It was televised annually for several decades, long enough for me to memorize the songs (but don’t ask me to sing them today).

A few years ago, I realized that although other Christmas specials I’d enjoyed as a child were still being shown every December, I hadn’t seen Mr. Magoo’s in ages. Just for fun, I googled it last month and found it on Vimeo. I’m posting the link so you and your children can enjoy it as well.

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A Scripture Verse for Christmas

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Tangles for Christmas by ARHuelsenbeck

This article first appeared on ARHtistic License last December.

For the last month, I’ve been zentangling Christmas themes. The Facebook Zentangle group I’m a member of, Tangle All Around, spent two weeks designing wreaths. Here’s one I made using the pattern Twistee:

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This one uses Riki Tiki and Onomato:

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For this one, I made multiple auras around each letter of Merry Christmas:

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I think Verdigogh is just screaming that it wants to be a Christmas wreath. Here are two attempts:

Below is my favorite wreath, made from Flux:

Zentangle; Christmas wreath

I don’t remember the name of this pattern, but I kind of adapted it to make it lacy:

Zentangle; Christmas wreath

This wreath was made from Golven:

Zentangle; Christmas wreath

I thought it looked a little plain, though, so I added some color, which made it look more festive:

Zentangle; Christmas wreath

What do you think? I kind of like the original better.

After the wreath challenge ended, I tried a tree made from Twistee and Snow Flower:

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And I decorated some origami stars:

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I don’t know all the names of the patterns used below (or if they even have names), but one is a variation of printemps and one is static:

Zentangle; Christmas star

And some of the patterns used below are Muzic, Keeko, Heartline, Printemps, and Shattuck.

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Now it’s your turn. Have you done any Christmas art this year, or made any presents? If you’ve posted any online, please leave a link in the comments below so we can see.

I wish you a blessed Christmas and a happy new year.

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The RIGHT Way to Serve Cranberry Sauce

A few years ago, I read an article that upset me greatly. In fact, I saved this link so that I could respond to the article when the time was right.

I know cranberry sauce is considered a Thanksgiving food, to go with turkey; but in my family, the Thanksgiving menu and the Christmas menu are indistinguishable. So, if you got it wrong at Thanksgiving, after reading this article you’ll be able to get it right for Christmas.

If you have not read the above-mentioned article, in it Tamela Hancock Murray purports to know the correct way to serve cranberry sauce (the jellied kind that comes in a can). Everyone knows, she says, that “you must slice the cranberry sauce so it appears in rounds and then you serve it in an oblong dish.”

Wrong.

This is how you serve cranberry sauce:

In a green footed bowl used for no other purpose than serving cranberries. (Full disclosure: even though many years ago the bowl came to me filled with a floral arrangement, I knew at that moment that it was born to be a cranberry dish.) After opening the chilled can, shake the cranberry sauce into the dish without marring its cylindrical form. Allow guests to serve themselves with a sterling silver cranberry sauce slicer. (I know for sure this slicer was made specifically for cranberry sauce. It has a circle of cranberries etched into the surface. It was my mother-in-law’s. I gave it to her, and it reverted back to me when she passed away.)

Some of you are undoubtedly dying to tell me that jellied cranberry sauce from a can is far inferior to the other kind. Don’t tell me—tell my husband. It’s what his mother always served. Old traditions die hard.

I have tasted the whole-berry kind, and I love it. I have even made it from scratch, and it was heavenly. I even tried serving it in alternating years.

The only problem with that arrangement is, no one else in my family will eat it. So canned jellied cranberry sauce it is. It’s the only way.

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In Praise of Geography

Back in the olden days (late 1950s—early 1960s), geography was taught in elementary schools. Not all elementary schools, apparently, since my husband can’t recall ever studying it, but it was a subject at the parochial school I attended.

I think the first year it was offered was third grade. I remember being disappointed with our textbook, because it didn’t really deal with other countries, which, as a child of immigrants, I hungered to learn about. Instead, it dealt in general terms about land masses and oceans and mountains and map representations. It bored me, but I suppose it laid the groundwork for what was to come.

I can’t remember exactly what came next, but I suppose we learned the names of each continent and ocean and where they were located on a map and on the globe. We learned that we lived in North America, between the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, and that our neighbor to the north was Canada, and to the south, Mexico. My next-door neighbor, Mrs. Brennan, grew up in Mexico, and she gave me a Mexican doll, which I brought to school for geography show-and-tell.

In subsequent years, our study centered on the various countries located on specific continents. We were tasked with learning capital cities and prominent cities, principal exports, languages spoken, forms of government, characteristics of the landscapes and peoples, special customs, and being able to locate the countries on a map and tell what their borders touched.

As an adult, when I taught elementary general music, I would bring in a little geography, showing on the map a composer’s country of origin, or where an ethnic song or dance came from. I would show our location in Chandler, Arizona, and how you had to travel across the United States and sometimes across oceans and other continents to get there.

I’d like to say I remember everything I learned in geography as a child. But so much has changed. Countries have changed names, borders have been redrawn, and sometimes I don’t recall what was what. However, I do have a general idea where to look for places on a map.

I think the study of geography is important, and should be required at least one year at the elementary, secondary, and college levels. It’s such a shame when adults don’t know the difference between Austria and Australia or between longitude and latitude.

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Link: Let All Earth Give Thanks

Are you thankful for nature? Click the link and scroll down to hear the author read her poem.

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