The art of Procrastinating Through Cooking, Part II

Dinner is done, and I am extremely full.  I have to say, it was a great success.  I feel so accomplished when I cook a good meal :)

Here are the finished results of my previous post:

The finished product.  If this doesn't make your mother water, you probably don't have a soul.

It's a mess, but it sure is tasty :)

YUMMMYYY... I have a confession, though, I cheated and made instant potatoes.  I know that makes me a slacker... however they do have cheddar and bacon in them :)

Now on to dessert:

It made a little more juice than it was supposed to, but that's okay... It was still super delicious!

My piece of cobbler

So, needless to say I am full beyond belief... all I want to do now is lay around on the couch for the rest of the night.

Tomorrow's dinner, strawberry glazed roast beef with rosemary and ginger :)

The art of Procrastinating Through Cooking, Part I

Ever want to know what happens at the end of the semester when I have two huge papers to write and a midterm to study for?  I take the one free day I have and make the most of it, enjoying every ounce of divine procrastination.  Today's procrastination effort? Chicken Pot Pie, and a Strawberry Cobbler.  In this post, you will see the preparation efforts, the end results are to come in the next post.

Chicken Pot Pie:

I didn't have anything in the kitchen, and I didn't feel like going to the grocery store.  When you live in the country, going to the grocery store is at least an hour long commitment when you include travel.  So I dug up what I had in the freezer.

3 Chicken Breasts

2 Rolled Frozen Pie Crusts

1 bag of frozen corn

1 package of brown gravy  mix

So really this is only semi-homemade (but not like that Sandra Lee lady because she is NOT a real cook).  I love chicken pot pie, but I wanted to do something a little less traditional.  With a regular chicken pot pie you would boil a whole chicken, both white and dark meats, and then pull apart the pieces, saving the broth and using it to make gravy.  Instead, here is what I did.

I began by cutting the chicken into really tiny pieces, and then grilled it on the stove, with some lemon juice, poultry seasoning, cajun seasoning and parsley, until done and beautifully golden brown.

I placed the bottom pie crust into a pie plate, and then the cooked chicken, along with 1/4 of the bag of corn into the pie crust.  I then prepared the gravy and poured it into the pie, and placed the other pie crust on top.

The pie with the chicken, gravy and corn :)

Now the crust is on top, it needs to be prettied up :)

It's nothing fancy, but look what a simple use of the fork around the edges does!

It is now sitting in the refrigerator until dinner time.  I'll cut a small slit in the middle to let out steam, and then it will be cooked at 400 until the crust is golden brown :)... YUM!

Now to dessert!  Something you should know about Ruffin is that we have the most amazing strawberries in the world (thanks to the Brown family) and since it is now Strawberry season, tonight's dessert is a delicious Strawberry cobbler.  This one IS entirely from scratch!

First, start with some delicious strawberries!

Cut them up into small pieces

 Place into a saucepan over medium heat

Add one cup of sugar, 2 tablespoons of lemon juice, and 1 teaspoon of vanilla.  Drain off juice and place the strawberries into a square casserole dish.  Save the juice to make syrup for pancakes, or to use as a glaze for a roast :)

Mix up secret sweet crust recipe from Great Grandma Miller ;)

Place crust on top of cobbler :)

Bake at 350 for about 30-40 minutes or until crust is done.  

Pictures of the end results will be posted soon :)... I'm excited for dinner tonight!

If you want some delicious strawberries, come to Ruffin and visit North Star Farmer's Market!  They have some amazing stuff, like different preserves and salsas.  Today I got some Strawberry Cider, and Strawberry salsa.  Are you noticing a theme?  And all of them are just divine!

Anyway, it's time for me to finish my cooking (and hopefully end my streak of paper-writing procrastination) ... See ya soon!

Confessions of a Preacher!- Political Party Throw-down!

The issue of politics is something that I really try to avoid.  I'm not good at politics, and some may even argue that I'm a flip-flopper.  It's not that I intend to be that way, it's just that I try really hard to listen to all sides, to weigh out the argument that each side has to offer (of any issue, really) and sometimes that may make it seem like I change my mind a lot, but I like to think of it as being open minded- and willing to change.


I'm not good at politics because I don't have strong feelings for one position or another.  I have always been a middle of the road sort of person.  When I registered to vote when I turned 18, a little known secret about me is that I registered as a Republican, and for a long time, I've been an American flag bearing, NRA supporting conservative.  But, even at that, I was't strongly opposed to a lot of the views that the Democratic party had.


This week, I went to the DMV to get my license renewed since it was to expire on my 25th birthday.  While talking to the lady at the DMV and answering all the questions to get my license renewed she asked me if I wanted to keep my voter registration the same, or if I wanted to change it.  I paused for a moment because it hadn't even occurred to me that this was something I could choose to do that day.  I don't know why it didn't occur to me before.  But I looked at her and I said, "You know what?  I don't want to be a Republican anymore."  And it was with those words that I switched my voter registration to .... *insert ominous Jaws music here* Democrat!


Now before you start calling me a socialist or some crazy nonsense, I'll explain the very reasoning that I have for switching:


1. I'm embarrassed to be called a Republican right now.  It's not that I don't agree with a lot of Republican ideals and principles, but the way the Republican party is representing itself right now is just down right embarrassing.  I realize that every Republican is not so extreme in their thinking, but there are a lot of people who just make the party look bad.  If you want an example, I have a great one for you.  Yesterday President Obama met with Rev. Billy Graham to have prayer for about 30 minutes while he was in NC with his family.  On all three of the local (piedmont) news websites, there were comments on the story saying things such as, "It's like Satan visiting God" or "It's like the anti-Christ visiting God's chosen" or "Obama is a terrible Muslim who is trying to win over Christians."  The comments were so ignorant and all from people who after these "gems" then boasted pride in their Republican party affiliation.  I know that every Republican doesn't feel this way, but I can't help but cringe when I see the ignorance in these kind of comments.  Everyone is entitled to their political opinions, and I'm not here to tell anyone that they should love Obama, but I DO think that if you have any respect for God at all, you wouldn't refer to Billy Graham as "God" or "God's chosen one", because that, my friends, is idolatry.  


Of course, there are many more examples of this, but for the sake of time, I'll move on:


2. I kind of like the term "liberal".  Allow me to elaborate:  Every time Fox News and that wretched Glen Beck use the term "liberal" it's usually in reference to something I agree with or like that the Democratic party does.  Maybe it's some sort of Pavlav's dogs effect that the term has on me, but any opportunity to disagree with Glen Beck in the incessant list of ignorant comments he makes, sounds like a good opportunity to me.


3. Open Mindedness: I realize that this one might get me in trouble as a preacher, so I have to be careful with my explanation but here goes:


I like Health Care reform- not because I agree with everything that was in the health care bill- because I don't.  People may think that this is socialist, but then again, isn't socialism a part of Christianity?  I'm not at all for taking people's rights away from them, but what is the deal that people hold on so tightly to their money and to things that "belong" to them?  It says it over and over and over again in the Bible, throughout the Gospels and Acts, that you are to give up your wealth, to help the poor, to leave everything behind and do God's work in the world.  Why is it that we don't mind spending all our money on cars, on frivolous things like going to the movies (I mean, I'm guilty of all of this too), but at the same time we are so afraid of giving our money to other people or missing out on an opportunity to have MORE.- Honestly, what is the deal?  Have you seen how the economy is?  No longer can we make the claim that people who are on unemployment or welfare are just "lazy".  As pastor of a church where people are losing their jobs (and health insurance, and other benefits) left and right, I realize more and more that there are GOOD hard working people out there who need help, yet for some reason there are people out there who have so much and don't want to lose what belongs to them to help others.  I don't believe in a system where some people sit around and do nothing while they take what other people are working hard for, but I do believe in a system that cares for people because they are human beings and realizes that we are responsible for feeding God's sheep.


I think that there is a place for EVERYONE in the church.  I think that as a church we are responsible for accountability, but that does not mean we are responsible for the judgment of others, because that's all up to God. I think there are some issues that we worry WAY too much about, like homosexuality.  Just so we're clear ( and I may be hated for this) I would not marry a homosexual couple in the church, and I support the Methodist church's stance on this.  But as further explanation, I'm really picky about marriage, and homosexuality is not an issue that I pick on.  In my three years as pastor, I have done ONE wedding, but have been asked to do many more than that.  I don't believe any person who has committed adultery should have a second chance at marriage, and I believe that people who have had multiple marriages shouldn't be married again in the church, especially if they refuse to take any responsibility for their past divorces.  Marriage is something that is sacred, something that to me, personally has very deep meaning, and my theology may be over the top and it may be wrong, but it's how I believe.  The institution over marriage has been destroyed over the years (not by homosexuals, mind you, but countless celebrities who have been married again and again and again, and had multiple children by multiple partners, all out of wedlock).


However, that said, I think that there truly is a place for everyone in the church.  I think if a person is tearing apart the church, then by all means do something about it, but to kick someone out of the church simply because they are homosexual, or because they have different beliefs, then that is something that the church will have to answer to God to.  It never made sense to me, the people who would say that they want homosexual people to "change their ways" and to "come to God" (ridiculous nonsense), and then make them feel like they aren't welcome in the church.  If you really felt that way, then wouldn't you make even more room for them?  The truth of the matter is we have a lot of dumb assumptions about homosexuality.  First of all, what person would choose to be gay?  The way they are treated is absolutely terrible, and this even includes rejection by their own families (and churches) sometimes.  Also, homosexuals are not pedophiles... Feel free to reread this sentence about five million times.  So why are we afraid to have someone around our children simply because they are gay?  That's like saying that all women like little boys...it's absurd, and disgusting.


What really upsets me is the fact that the church gets so caught up on the issue of homosexuality when there are ten million other issues we should be worried about in this world, like the people who live in our own communities who are poor and starving, and can't even afford to feed their own children. It's really time for the church (universal) to get its act together and start prioritizing things a little better.


In conclusion:


I realize that a lot of people may disagree with me, but this is the first time I have spoken outwardly and publicly about my political (and some religious) views.  I don't know all that I believe and all that I feel because I feel like this is something that is still very much in the development process.  I don't know anything about homosexuality or what it means to be a part of the homosexual community.  However, after hearing some words from some very wise people at Duke, I have been very much enlightened lately about just how terribly the homosexual community is treated, and I don't think those of us who haven't been through it, really have any idea what it is like at all.  I think that we need to find bigger issues to fight against, and realize that God's grace is exactly that,... it's God's, not ours... 


So yes, that is my rant.. I'm a democrat....and it feels good to confess it.  I'm always open to a good conversation and the chance to see someone else's side...I think being able to do that very thing is what the world needs to do as a key for true reconciliation and understanding.

I AM, the Lamb

This is my sermon from the 4th Sunday of Easter- on Psalm 23.  Forgive the grammatical errors, as I haven't really taken the time to go through it.  Also, obviously there are no footnotes included but if you want any reference resources feel free to ask!  :)

               

 One of the most common images in the Bible is the image of the lamb.  We find it all over the place, all throughout the Old Testament and in Messianic writings like Isaiah, as well as throughout the gospels.  The image of the lamb is a powerful image and is one that carries an insurmountable amount of symbolism behind it.  What does it mean to be the lamb?  And even more, who is the lamb?

                

The lamb is symbolic of gentleness of character and patience under suffering. It signifies purity, meekness and sacrifice.  The lamb is also a symbol for Christ, which is interesting since Christ is also the shepherd.  In this way the Lamb reminds us that though Jesus was divine, he also took on the same form as the rest of us, to live like one of us, and to know us.

               

To be the lamb means to be someone who is patient, someone who perseveres in the face of hardship.  The lamb is someone who is meek and mild, who doesn’t mind being obedient to the shepherd.  The lamb is someone who in normal situations, sticks to his flock, and never leaves the side or the direction of his master.  It is funny that throughout the Bible we are characterized as the sheep, too.  We are supposed to be obedient to God, and humbly serve him, fitting all the characteristics of the lamb.  However, when we really think about who we are and how we live as Christians it is clear to see that sometimes we don’t fit this description as closely as we should. 

                

When I think of this description of the lamb, it makes me think of those people who we have always referred to as the “saints of the church”.  Those people who have gone ahead of us, who made a difference in our lives and our concept of what it meant to be a Christian.  Those people in the church who have always given it their all, who would never complain, and would do anything for any person who needed help.

 Last week, we read the story of Peter and Jesus, when Jesus in an attempt to undo the denial that Peter had done the night before his death, asks him three times, “Peter do you love me?”  And all three times there is a different response from Jesus.  Peter politely says yes, and Jesus says, “Feed my sheep.”  Not only are we the sheep, but we have a responsibility to recognize those who are in our fold.  That doesn’t mean those who go to our church, or those who are like us, or those who have the same beliefs as us, but every person who is in the fold that is the family of God, which would include every human being that God ever created.

To be the lamb, is to respect God as the shepherd, to ignore our own wants, to give up the need to be in control all the time, and to allow ourselves to simply be taken care of.  When we start wanting to be in control, that’s when things get messed up, that’s when things start going awry. 

Today we read the 23 Psalm as our responsive congregational prayer, and the words, no matter what translation we read are so familiar to us.  I’m going to read them to you again.  This morning the version that we read was the NRSV, but oddly enough, even if we have never really read the King James version of the Bible, for some reason that is the translation that is most familiar to us.  I invite you as you hear these words to just pause and listen.  Listen to them, let it absorb, think about the words and what this passage means for God’s presence in our lives.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

 ²He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

 ³He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

 ⁴Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

 ⁵Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

 ⁶Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

The Lord is my shepherd-  In this very first statement we make the confession that God is control.  NO matter how brave or bold or adventurous we may try to be with our lives, ultimately God is bigger, and wiser.  God protects us from danger, God knows what is best for us, and as such, we respect his authority and care.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures- This is perhaps one of the most important lines in this entire scripture reading.  Have you ever seen the picture of Jesus carrying the lamb over his shoulders?  Or how about the image of the lamb in the Episcopal church holding the flag and the staff?  In that image the lamb has two bandaged legs.  The reason for this is one that sounds cruel at first but has deep theological meaning and purpose.  Historically, when a lamb would continuously wander from the rest of the fold, the shepherd would have to do something to prevent the lamb from getting lost.  So in desperate situations, for the protection of the lamb, and the rest of the fold who would often follow a wandering sheep, the shepherd would break the legs of the sheep. 

 Now before you wonder about animal cruelty or anything like that, it would be done in such a way that the sheep could heal, but it was also done in such a way that would teach the lamb to depend on the shepherd, and to stay close to the shepherd at all times.  A sheep that wandered from the rest of the fold meant danger for everyone else, it meant the ability of wild and dangerous animals such as wolves being able to more easily find the rest of the fold.  But also for the safety of the individual lamb, the one who was straying away from the shepherd, to prevent it from getting lost or hurt.  But remember, the shepherd doesn’t abandon the lamb, the shepherd carries him, to show his love for him.

This image is so very important for us as Christians.  We are given the gift of free will, the ability to make choices for ourselves, but at the same time, God has a plan for us, and if we wander too far, we can endanger those around us, we can endanger ourselves, and we can really mess things up.  So sometimes, we need to be forced to lie down in green pastures, to rest near quiet waters, and realize that we don’t always need to be in control.  And sometimes out of pain and suffering, those moments where we are knocked down, sometimes we don’t have to get right back up, but it’s okay to mourn, it’s okay to suffer, it’s okay to just be.  But out of those moments of rest and comfort come blessing, even if it is through pain, sometimes, we find that there is true blessing in every circumstance and situation.

The next line: he restores my soul.  Though we may find ourselves lost, and broken and sometimes alone, God does not leave us to fend for ourselves, but he restores our souls, he offers us comfort and wisdom.  He offers us the ability to make it through, to be comforted by the presence of God.

When we have true faith in God, there is no reason to fear, there is no reason to worry there is no reason to always try to take things into our own hands.  Sometimes it is okay to just listen, to just believe, to just know that God is there.  It is okay, and it’s a good and it’s a wonderful thing to be the lamb.  It’s a good and wonderful thing to be loved by the shepherd.  It’s a good and wonderful thing to be a part of this fold, to know that just like everyone else, we are loved, loved equally and unbreakably. 

So who is the lamb?  We are the lamb. A beautiful relationship can grow from the realization that we don’t have to wander out on our own.  That beautiful relationship with God can flourish when we realize that we don’t have to worry so much, but that all the comfort we could ever need in this world comes straight from the love and compassion of God.  I am the lamb because I am a child of  God.  To be the lamb means to offer our lives as a sacrifice to God.  It means being willing to give up our desires in order to make sure that God’s plan in this world is met.  It means putting the needs of the fold before the needs of our own.

                

Who is the lamb?  The lamb is God, more specifically the son, Jesus Christ.  And how much does that mean to us?  That the one who is also the shepherd, the one who is also responsible for guiding us and watching over us, is also humble enough to take on the form of a lamb, to be a living sacrifice, not for God, but for us.  There is a sense in which we realize with this characterization that God is not a God of vengeance or wrath, but is a God of grace.  We realize that our God truly is perfect because he does not require a sacrifice of us without giving a sacrifice of himself.  NO matter how tough we may think we have it in this life, the one constant we can depend on is the very fact that God loves us regardless of our imperfections and our inabilities, and the evidence is written everywhere.

I am the lamb, you are the lamb, and we share in this role with the very one who created us.  So let us be humble, let us be gentle, let us be willing to be broken in order to be close to our God.  Let us be willing to see the blessings of lying in the green pastures, let us trust God enough to allow him to restore or soul.  You are the lamb, a child of the shepherd who also shares in this beautiful fold.  Amen.

Too Fat to Fight??

CNN had an interesting/sad article online earlier today about people in the United States being too fat to fight in the military, and making the argument that this could one day lead to a national security threat.  You can find the article here: Too Fat to Fight Article

My thoughts on this?  Well to those of you who have known me for a while you may be shocked by this, but I'm kind of a pacifist.  That's right, Duke has had a bit of an influence on me over the years.  Now that doesn't mean I am against guns, but it does mean that I can't stand the idea of war... I think it's a waste of money, and I think it's a waste of human life and the list goes on and on.

I do think gluttony and the excessiveness of the way we live in this country is really disgusting and we should be doing something to fix it... we have become fatter and fatter, and lazier and lazier over the years, and it's not going to get any better unless we kick it into gear.  But, I can't help but wonder after reading this article, if more and more people are becoming too fat to stay in the military, maybe this is the answer to the problem of war.  Just get everyone really fat, to the point that they CAN'T fight, and in the future we can settle all disputes over a good piece of cake and a cup of coffee.

Maybe gluttony is the true answer to world peace.  Maybe if we are all too fat to run around and shoot people in real life, we can instead live out our battles through a good game of Splinter Cell... whoever takes out the most people wins!

Of course, I am meaning this somewhat facetiously, and it is sad that we as a country are too unhealthy to even have the option of serving in the military.  But, I can't say I would be too terribly disappointed if there wasn't a war at all...we can't fight a war without people to fight.  Maybe this could prompt us to learn new ways to end problems, and maybe open the opportunity for real reconciliation in this world.  But of course that is just wishful thinking!

An Amazing Past

I am currently working on a paper for my Methodism class, which, by the way, I am struggling with.  I am writing specifically about my church, Ruffin UMC, and the influence that Bishop O.P. Fitzgerald had on its mission, beliefs and development over the years.  Bishop O.P. Fitzgerald was from Ruffin, NC, and remnants of his family still exist in this area.

This is the historic marker on Business 29 in Ruffin

As I was doing some research for my paper I was looking through some of the Ruffin UMC history books and found some amazing stories shared by various people over the years.  I think sometimes we take for granted the places that we worship, the way that they were developed.  Ruffin UMC has been around for well over 100 years, closer to 150.  The church building itself is only about  74 years old, because there were two other church buildings (possibly a 4th as well) in the past that were either sold or burned down.

This church did not just appear out of nowhere, but there were people who worked to build it, to make it what it was, to make sure that the mission was lived out, and that throughout history, more and more people would claim Ruffin UMC as their church home.  There were people who made it their life's work to make the church successful.  There were people who donated their own land, their own money, their own equipment, and their own time to make sure that the church existed.  My hope and my wish is that we can reawaken that love and that passion for God's ministry in the world.  To remember what so many people have worked for in the past and to make sure that dream stays alive.  Ruffin UMC has an amazing history, a spectacular past, and just the same, Ruffin UMC has an incredible future ahead of it.

Unrevealed Until Its Season Something God Alone Can See

I just thought I would take a moment to share with you some neat pictures.  Spring is my favorite time of year (minus the pollen).  God is an amazing painter, and this world is one heck of a canvas!  Enjoy!

That's our house in the background!

Miss Kitty and her baby Pandora

Baby Pandora exploring

Pretty Flower

she's growing up so fast... *sniff*

Photographs of God

According to Facebook, I have been married 321 days!  That is the craziest thought in the world to me.  April 14th is our "dating" anniversary, and May 23rd is our wedding anniversary.  It is crazy how time flies.  Looking back at our wedding day, I remember thinking just how fast the day went by.  All that planning, and coordinating, and shopping, and making sure that everything was perfect, and as soon as the day began, it was over.

Thank goodness for photographs, though.  Cameras have to be one of the best inventions ever.  It's amazing how far the technology has progressed.  I remember when I got my first digital camera... It was about 3.5 megapixels and at the time THAT was amazing.  My very first camera, however, was one of those small rectangular ones that used the 100 speed film.  You even had to have the extra flash attachment to make it work right in darker settings.  Now, I have a 12 megapixel camera that takes phenomenal pictures, and it certainly gets its use, because I take pictures of EVERYTHING.

Looking back at our wedding day, I certainly couldn't tell you half of the details of how things went and I couldn't tell you who all was there, but the photographs certainly help to let me see my wedding day, the way everyone else saw it.  Of course, I DID have the best view, standing at the front of the altar, looking into Nathan's eyes, and pledging our love to one another before God and before our families and friends.  But photographs are special.  One of the neatest things we did at our wedding was get personalized disposable cameras and placed them on all the tables.  I know, it's nothing original because people do it all the time, but it gave us pictures of our wedding from the perspectives of the people who were there.  I have two whole albums filled with those pictures.  There were also tons of pictures on Facebook as well as pictures that were went to us from family and friends, all of which help to build an amazing memory of the most special day of my life.

But there is something theological about a photograph, the way it captures one tiny millisecond in history and allows us to look back with an emotional attachment to that one little moment.  To me, scripture is like that, too.  Scripture catches a moment in history and depending what you are going through at the time you read it, or depending on your perspective and memory that scripture may mean something different to you than it does to someone else.  The Bible is composed of writing by many authors, each with a little camera that God has given them to capture God in the world and to show God to those who may have missed Him.  Many different perspectives come together in this one work that we call the Bible, something central to our faith and understanding of God.  We may not be able to look back at times in our lives, and remember every detail.  We may not be able to look back at our tough moments, or our happy moments and see God right there, but scripture points us in the right direction and shows us where God is working in our lives.  We may not see God face to face, but scripture sure does give us a nice photograph.

Wii Fit Accountability

At the beginning of the year, I joined in with the hype of the millions of other New Year's Resolution fanatics and decided that this year I was going to get in shape and get healthy.  Nathan and I got a gym membership, we bought healthy food, and I also got a Wii fit for Christmas.  For the first couple months we were doing really well.  We went to the gym, we exercised, we did everything we were supposed to do.  But then, something happened, and we just lost our motivation.... sad confession:  we haven't been in over a month to the gym.

Well, the other day I turned on the Wii to play my Ninja Turtles fight game, when I noticed the little box for Wii fit plus yelling at me.  I tried to avert my eyes, pressing buttons faster so that I could get away from that stressful main screen.  Scrolling along the box was "it's been 5 weeks since your last workout."  I felt so gross, and so huge, just because of the fact that it had pointed this out to me.  Have I gained weight?  No.  Have I increased jeans size?  No.  Do I need to lose weight?  Not really, I'm right where I'm supposed to be.  But do I need to keep myself healthy and get in shape?  Absolutely!

That silly little Wii box stressed me out so much.  I don't know why really, other than the fact that the Wii fit plus was the only thing holding me accountable.  The fun part, was that I could turn it off and ignore it without hurting it's feelings.  But it was too late, it had gotten to me.

Then, this morning, during my break between classes, I called my husband to say hello, to see how work was going for the day.  The first thing he asked me was if I wanted to go back to the gym tomorrow.  Instantly, I felt that stress again, the pressure of having to get dressed and drive all the way to the gym, and I started making a slew of excuses as to why I didn't have time to go tomorrow.

After I hung up the phone I went to McDonalds on campus and ordered some delicious nuggies and fries, with sweet tea and BBQ sauce.  As soon as I sat down, I felt so gross.  Sure the food was delicious, but I realized that the little bit of accountability from the Wii Fit Plus and also from Nathan was all that I needed to get back in gear with going to the gym.  The funny part is that I really do love going.  I feel so free of stress and anxiety when I'm on the treadmill, listening to my Ipod and going as fast (slow) as my short little legs will carry me.

Just to be clear, I have been running recently.  Although I should probably clarify that as well.  Two weeks ago I went for a 2 mile run with my dog... I was exhausted afterwards, and my Nike+ Ipod app informed me that it was the slowest I had ever run, and that I was, in fact, a failure at life.

SO... back to the gym I will go.  I have been held accountable... I have been motivated... and I'm looking forward to being able to fit in a bathing suit when we go to Williamsburg for our anniversary next month.  Accountability is funny isn't it?  Maybe sometimes all we need is that little scrolling reminder at the bottom of the screen telling us to get off our butts and stop making excuses.

Dodging Tires

Just to let everyone know how my day is starting out, I thought I would share what happened to me on my way to school this morning.  Driving down I40/I85 on my way to Durham I was listening to the music on my Ipod, singing and having a good time.  I was in a good mood and ready for my day.  But all of a sudden, a truck in front of me began screeching on the brakes and smoke encompassed the road.  It took me a minute to realize that his right front tire had exploded, not just popped, but exploded and pieces were flying everywhere.  Then the left front tire exploded too, and more stuff went flying everywhere.  My windshield was hit with a few pieces, making an already-existing crack on the windshield even worse.

Suddenly I heard a horrendous noise and realized that another piece had hit the front of my car and then I proceeded to run over it.  Needless to say it scared the crap out of me.  I immediately took the next exit to try to get off the road.  I stopped at a gas station, got out, walked around and checked the car and their didn't appear to be any physical damage.  But when I got back in the car there was a little warning light flashing like crazy.  I went ahead and drove to school since I was only about ten minutes away at the time of the incident.  

Of course this would happen at a time when I have a million other things going on that I have to worry about.  Now, my post from yesterday is seeming more and more ironic, even funny.  Here's hoping that my car will have some sort of divine healing before I drive home this afternoon...otherwise I will be making a call to Honda roadside assistance after class today.

Oh, and just in case anyone wondered, the guy with the busted tires made it safely to the side of the road, and before I even made it out of the gas station there was a cop there helping him out :)

The Case of the Frozen Air Conditioner

I have never been a patient person.  I try really hard.  In fact, I even used to pray to God to make me a more patient person.  Until one day, I was inspired watching the movie Evan Almighty, in a scene where God explains that if you pray for patience, God doesn't give you patience, rather God gives you the opportunity to be patient.  I don't know how theologically sound that is since it comes from a movie, but nevertheless I liked it.  So I went about my life making sure that I didn't pray for patience, and that way I wouldn't have to encounter an opportunity to be patient.  However, that didn't work.  In the past several weeks God has handed me multiple opportunities to be patient, most of which I have failed miserably at.

But then two days ago, on Monday, the day of the NCAA championship, a day that we were having friends over to watch the game, also a day that was going to be ridiculously hot, 93 degrees to be exact (did I mention it's April?).  On Monday, the air conditioner stopped working.  The fan was running, and there was air coming out of the vents, but it wasn't cold, in fact, it was actually quite warm.  I started worrying and getting upset because I didn't want my house to be 8000 degrees when people were coming over.  I set up fans in the house, and did all that I could to get the house cool and nothing was working.  I turned down the air, I turned it off, I turned it back on to see if that would fix it... but nothing.

Finally I ventured outside only to find a frozen block of ice that used to be an air conditioner sitting in the back yard behind our house.  That's right... the air conditioner was frozen.  I have heard of this sort of thing happening to other people... but never to me.  93 degrees... and the air conditioner was frozen... apparently this happens when the freon leaks out.  I went online and did some research... finding out that repair costs for such a problem were outrageous... and I really didn't have the money to spare.  Finally I found a website saying that all you had to do was to turn the air off completely for 24 hours to give the AC unit a chance to rest, and for the ice to melt... and when you turn it back on, if it works, then the problem is fixed and you won't need a repair.

My patience was being tested... it was a very important night, and I wanted to watch my Blue Devils win the National Championship in the comfort of my air conditioned house.  But alas, I waited... I sat in a stifling house eating my chips and salsa... snacking on melting cookies, and drinking coke that was so warm it melted the ice as soon as you put it in the glass.

I had to wait for 24 whole hours.

So then comes day 2 of no air conditioning.  Fortunately we were going to Duke anyway to welcome home the Blue Devils at Cameron Indoor stadium.  That was an amazing experience in itself.  But I digress.  Yesterday it was 98 degrees outside... again have I mentioned that it is APRIL?  We got home to a house that was about 5 million degrees last night and it was too warm outside to open any windows to let air in.

Trembling, shaking... I walked to the thermostat and saw that the temperature was registering higher than the numbers actually go on the thermostat.  I flipped the switch and hoped that we would feel some cold air coming out of the vents.  "Click!"... a few second passed... and there it was COLD AIR... no 500 dollar repair bill... no cussing and yelling and making a big fuss... just a little bit of patience and the problem fixed itself... God must have been really laughing over this one... but that's okay... I now sit in a nicely air conditioned house... sipping on some delightful lemonade... and eating some yummy watermelon... Funny  how much more receptive I am of the hot weather when the air conditioning is actually working.

Blue and White and Blue and White and Blue and White

Tonight is the NCAA tournament championship game, and finally, Duke is in it.  I remember sitting on the couch at our house in Pilot Mountain in 2001 when Duke beat Kentucky for the championship game.  Since then I have been waiting and waiting and waiting to see another National Championship for Duke.  Tonight is the moment of truth.  Tonight, I will wear the same shirt that I have worn for every Duke game this tournament... I'll sit on the couch with some friends, some cocktail weinies, and some chips and salsa, and I'll cheer on my team like I've never cheered them on before.

Is it wrong for a preacher to be so faithful to her team?  I think not!  So for tonight, I am no longer Laura the preacher.  Tonight, I am Laura the Blue Devil.  Let's go Duke, send that Cinderella story back home and beat those Butler Bulldogs like you've never beaten a team before.  Let's Go Duke!

This Holy Mystery

I have often wondered why it is that we stop celebrating Easter as soon as Easter day itself ends.  It has just never made sense to me.  It's just like Christmas; you have all this preparation for one day, and as soon as the day passes, we no longer think about it and instead we quickly move on to the next holiday.  I think as pastors we have a responsibility to educate people in the church about our liturgical calendar.  Talking about the "season" of Easter, or the "season" of Pentecost is a totally ambiguous subject for most people.  Schools let out the week before Easter for Spring Break (which by the way, I always hated as a kid, because we could never go anywhere since my Dad was a pastor, and was obligated to be at Holy Week services each night) and as soon as Easter passes school is back in session.  But I think we have it all wrong.  

Yesterday was just the beginning of the season of Easter.  For 50 days we celebrate the risen Christ, with a sense of angst and wondering about what is to come next.  After those 50 days we enter into the season of Pentecost, remembering how the Holy Spirit made it's presence known through speaking in tongues, and other spiritual gifts.  These seasons are important because they prompt us to think.  Sure Christ was risen from the dead some 2,000 years ago, so maybe we have lost the true meaning  of an empty tomb; we think we know the ending of the story and we don't really pause to think about what it means.  The purpose of the season of Easter is to be reminded of Christ's promise, that he isn't done with us.  Christ has promised to return.

As United Methodists, we have a specific set of liturgy that we use when we come to the table for the Lord's Supper, but what I think is one of the most important moments is when we proclaim the mystery of faith:  "Christ has died.  Christ has risen.  Christ will come again."  I would bargain to say that until this line is pointed out in our liturgy, most people really don't pay attention to what they are saying here.  We are saying that Christ will, in fact, return to this Earth.  The resurrection from the dead that we celebrate on Easter is not just something that happened 2,000 years ago, but is something that will happen again in the future.  The fact that we don't know the time or the place means that maybe we should be a little more on our toes.

I think that maybe we take advantage of the fact that we are "Easter people" (as many church signs like to put it).  Sure we are saved by the suffering, death, and resurrection of Christ, but that's not the only thing we need to know in life.  We shouldn't just take that knowledge and go on living our life any way we want to.  Instead, we should realize that God had to do something dramatic to change the world and to break the hold that sin had on us.  This wasn't a small step for man, rather it was a giant leap for humanity.  Without God's saving grace and action at Easter, where would we be?

Hasn't anyone ever wondered why Christ is coming back?  It's because there is still work to do.  Sure we are saved by faith, but that is because our works could never repay the debt we owe because of our sinfulness.  But if we truly have faith in God shouldn't that change us?  Shouldn't that make us look at the world a little differently? Shouldn't we care for God's children a little differently?  What about creation?  We already messed up Eden, shouldn't we be working to make this place a little better?

Easter is about new life, and about a new chance to break old habits, and to be resurrected from our old selves into something new.  How is Easter changing you this year?  You have 50 days to think about it (wink wink).  Be something different and always remember this mystery of faith.  Christ has died.  Christ has risen.  Christ WILL come again!  Alleluia, Praise be the Lord!