January 2008

….With all her heart…. as she was quick to point out. The gorgeous ring on her finger symbolizes the blissful state of a certain Katie Marie who now has a wedding to plan and a whole future to dream together with her Pat. Congratulations, Kate!



Femininity is definitely strength under control. Femininity is strength wrapped in a velvet glove. It doesn’t insist on its own way, but most of the time it gets it.

Michelle McKinney Hammond
The Power of Femininity

15-11.jpgMy current occupation entails the combination of aunt and nanny-hood. That means my hair is subjected to regular sessions with big green combs, eager fingers, and very interesting conversation. Tonight was one such session.

 “Why does it make tracks in your hair, Britt?” Landon asks me as he pulled the comb through my hair. I try to explain to his three year-old intellect the facts of life when it comes to combs making tracks in blonde tresses, inserting a few “oooh, be careful, that hurts!”

(Allow me to interject a slight disclaimer–he is actually pretty gentle when combing my hair, just has a slightly painful episode every now and then…)

He wrenched the comb through my hair again. “It’s stuck, Britt. You can be tough.” Followed by a violent jerk and a quick change of subject. “You should really go to the doctor.”

 “What?” I exclaimed, suddenly concerned he may have partially scalped me. “Why do I need to go to the doctor?”

“Well, if you have a baby. You should go to our doctor. She can let you hear the baby’s heart beat. It goes, ‘tchk, tchk, tchk’. She pokes it into your tummy like this,” he climbs around to be in front of me and demonstrates by jabbing his hand under his rib cage, “And then you get to hear your baby’s heart beat.”

He returned to his combing post and continued his train of thought. “How many more months until you have a baby, Britt? Three? Four?”

 He paused for a split second, and then he added sympathetically, “God should really give you a baby.”

“All the people answered, Let His blood be on us and on our children!” Matthew 27:25

dsc01277-1.jpgThe case was closed.

Droplets of water still remained on Pilot’s fingers, representing what he believed to be his innocence. What he didn’t know was, they were but tiny tokens of his guilt. Like a lamb being led to the slaughter, the Son of God, battered and bloody, was led up a steep path to the rugged place called Golgatha.

As the hammer fell on the spikes that pierced through His flesh, it echoed through the rugged countryside. Like a gavel it resounded the cry of all the people, “His Blood be on us and on our children… us and our children… our children!”

The cross was raised, a striking emblem that mocked the sky. As His blood dripped to the ground, guilt settled on all the world. Pilot was guilty. The mob was guilty. Their children were guilty.

It continues to trickle down an unending sphere, touching every soul that is ever born with the curse of guilt.

The fact is we’re all guilty. Guilty of our own waywardness, guilty of breaking the law of God, guilty for the death of His Son.

But in the crimson stain at the foot of the cross, love grew. The verdict was final, and He was guilty. Guilty of loving me.

dsc08005-1.jpgLike the rich young ruler, we find we cannot give up our treasured possessions, whatever they may be, even though God himself is standing before us with a better offer. If you think his story is not also your own, you are out of touch with yourself.

I remember standing in the East River several summers ago. It was a gorgeous summer evening, and I was about to enjoy some great fly-fishing. I had just begun to cast when God spoke to me.
Put down the rod, he said. I’d like to spend some time with you.
I was irritated. Now? I replied. You want to talk to me now? Why not later on the drive home? There’s plenty of time in the car.

Good grief. What an addict I am! Thus the father of lies turns our most precious treasure—our longing for God and for his kingdom—into our worst enemy. It is truly diabolical. We wind up serving our desire slavishly or resenting it, or a little of both.

–John Eldredge

We must be bold and candid in our profession of faith, but our words must match our actions. We must both Talk the Walk and Walk the Talk.

Rachel Marie has written a stunning article that I think we all need to read. One thing that I have had a hard time understanding in the Christian life is why there are so many rifts and divisions and walls. Rachel explains that this is not the way of Christ. Much more, our attitudes reflect to unbelievers the Jesus we say we serve. Our words are nothing when our actions lack in its proof. What kind of Jesus do your acquaintances see in your life?

 Read Rachel’s article in its entirety: Actions Do Speak Louder Than Words.

“The serpent knew never to underestimate the power of a woman. He knew the effect she had on man. This is why she became his target. He realized that the best way to pull man down was through the woman. One look from her could sink ships. One word of praise could cause him to leap tall buildings in a single bound. One disparaging comment would incapacitate him better than a collision with a Mack truck. Yes, the woman was definitely the best way to defeat the man and foil God’s plan.”

Michelle McKinney Hammond
The Power of Femininity

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