Thursday, April 29, 2010
From Adam to Noah
The following is this week's gem from our bible study using Ruth Beechick's "Genesis: Finding Our Roots". Below you will find the first ten generations of patriarchs, from Adam to Noah. Beside each is the Hebrew meaning of their name.
Adam: Man
Seth: Appointed
Enosh: Mortal
Kenan: Sorrow
Mahalalel: The blessed God
Jared: Shall come down
Enoch: Teaching
Methuselah: His death shall bring
Lamech: The despairing
Noah: Comfort, Rest
What a delight to find the not-so-hidden message this string of names conveys to mankind:
Adam: Man
Seth: Appointed
Enosh: Mortal
Kenan: Sorrow
Mahalalel: The blessed God
Jared: Shall come down
Enoch: Teaching
Methuselah: His death shall bring
Lamech: The despairing
Noah: Comfort, Rest
What a delight to find the not-so-hidden message this string of names conveys to mankind:
"Man is appointed mortal sorrow (but) the blessed God shall come down teaching (that) His death shall bring the despairing comfort, rest."
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Springfield, 2010
We had the opportunity to accompany my husband down to Springfield for the day because he had some architectural plans to submit to the appropriate licensing board down there. While we were down there we visited a few interesting sites.
Abe, Mary and the Lincoln boys agreed to pose with the girls and their dad for a quick picture at the Lincoln Museum. This is seriously one of our favorite places to visit--if you haven't been there, it is a very informative and moving experience.
I wish this picture had turned out clear, because the girls were so excited to see one of Lincoln's three remaining stove pipe hats known to be in existence. It is made out of felted beaver fur, and has a couple worn spots on the brim where Lincoln's two fingers wore bare spots by tipping his hat to passers-by. He was known for slipping important notes into the inside lining of his hats.
There are many wax figures re-enacting important moments in Lincoln's life and presidency. This and the following picture depicts Lincoln's cabinet and himself debating over the Emancipation Proclamation. His cabinet was filled with people of many differing opinions on the matter.

Although impressed by the stove-pipe hat, the girls were in awe of Mary Todd Lincoln's gown, and the many lovely gowns of her social rivals.
This statue commemorates the hardworking women of the First Colombian Expedition...I believe in 1853.
This is the view from the balcony. I wish I had taken video. Before we entered, we read a big posted sign that said, in a nutshell: "Upon entering, proper decorum is required. Be courteous, no eating or drinking, keep quiet, and watch with awe at the democratic process in action". (Okay, that was sarcastic, because I know what happened next.) We prepped the girls about how serious and special a place this was...a place where important decisions were made for us as citizens of the state of Illinois. Well, once the doors were opened, I truly thought they must have been on recess...like on an elementary school playground type recess...because of the noise that I heard. But then I realized that there was indeed a representative speaking from somewhere in the room, but no one was listening. There were people flipping through the sports pages, slurping big gulps, talking on cell phones, surfing the web, chatting with small groups of colleagues, laughing and chatting in big groups of reps. Then a vote was called, a bunch of buttons were pressed, and votes were instantly tallied. All while no one seemed to be listening to a thing that was spoken by the person explaining the details of the bill.
When we left the room, I turned to the two security guards stationed outside the door. I pointed to the sign on proper decorum, and I asked "why don't they make the people on the floor of the House abide by these rules?". The one older security guard just nodded and said "that's what everybody who visits says...they prepare their children for a sober and dignified view of the goings-on of government, and they almost all walk away disappointed and/or surprised". We had a short conversation about the current state of affairs, and walked away. Frustrated, sad and angry...all at once.
Upside? Very beautiful chandeliers. :)
While my husband was in his meeting, we ventured out and about in Springfield and followed the signs to Lincoln's tomb. It was a very interesting and touching visit. The statues on top of the tomb depict Lincoln holding the emancipation proclamation, surrounded by an eagle with a broken chain in its claws, and on the four corners of the building there are statues of the four branches of the military. All are made from 64 canons donated to the site in 1871.
We paid our respects inside. Ten feet below this crypt, the body of Abraham Lincoln lies surrounded by steel and concrete.
In the main lobby of the tomb. A kind gentleman volunteer offered lots of information on the site, Lincoln and lots of symbolic meanings behind elements of the structure. He was impressed by how much the girls knew about our 16th president. Yes, a moment of gloating from their teacher! ;)
Outside Lincoln's Tomb. He was a good man, and we long for the day when those of his kind can be found in government once again.
THE LINCOLN MUSEUM
THE CAPITOL BUILDING
When we left the room, I turned to the two security guards stationed outside the door. I pointed to the sign on proper decorum, and I asked "why don't they make the people on the floor of the House abide by these rules?". The one older security guard just nodded and said "that's what everybody who visits says...they prepare their children for a sober and dignified view of the goings-on of government, and they almost all walk away disappointed and/or surprised". We had a short conversation about the current state of affairs, and walked away. Frustrated, sad and angry...all at once.
Upside? Very beautiful chandeliers. :)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
By their fruit you will know them

(On the left is a weed or tare; on the right is a stalk of wheat)
Matthew 13
24Jesus told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field. 25But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away. 26When the wheat sprouted and formed heads, then the weeds also appeared.
27“The owner’s servants came to him and said, ‘Sir, didn’t you sow good seed in your field? Where then did the weeds come from?’
28“‘An enemy did this,’ he replied.
“The servants asked him, ‘Do you want us to go and pull them up?’
29“‘No,’ he answered, ‘because while you are pulling the weeds, you may root up the wheat with them. 30Let both grow together until the harvest. At that time I will tell the harvesters: First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles to be burned; then gather the wheat and bring it into my barn.’”
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36Then he left the crowd and went into the house. His disciples came to him and said, “Explain to us the parable of the weeds in the field.”
37He answered, “The one who sowed the good seed is the Son of Man. 38The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the sons of the kingdom. The weeds are the sons of the evil one, 39and the enemy who sows them is the devil. The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.
40“As the weeds are pulled up and burned in the fire, so it will be at the end of the age. 41The Son of Man will send out his angels, and they will weed out of his kingdom everything that causes sin and all who do evil. 42They will throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. 43Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. He who has ears, let him hear.
Just a note on what happens to that wheat stalk when it is fully mature...it bends over under the weight of its own seeds, or fruit. So in the end of the lifecycle of the plants in the field, the wheat is bowed down...and the tares are standing straight up. Only then--at the final harvest--are the two easily identified by the harvester. One by its humble posture, and the other by its prideful stance.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Girls Speak
I decided to just take the camera and record whatever the girls wanted to tell me about themselves and their thoughts. The time with them is going by so quickly, that I jump at any opportunity to freeze moments in time.
Adam, Eve & Dog Pedigrees
This morning, I was talking about Adam and Eve, DNA and dog pedigrees. You know, normal morning stuff that makes me thankful for coffee. A startling PBS special on pedigrees that I watched seemed to dove-tail into our recent discussion about where Cain got his wife. Ugh. Like I said--normal conversational fodder. Anyway, we were discussing the fact that an element of health and well-being in God's creation seems to be genetic diversity. I tried to talk in terms of DNA being like a bin of M & M's of 1,000 different colors...and that certain breeds of dogs were made up of just a few dozen colors in their "bin", thus rendering them pretty sickly. This allowed us to get to Cain, his wife and healthy DNA.
Well, after a little while of talking, Moo said: "So like, someone can be a certain amount Spanish or Swedish...", and not missing a beat, Belle interjects: "....or Oklahomish".
That coffee I'm thankful for? Now I'm thankful it didn't come out my nose.
Well, after a little while of talking, Moo said: "So like, someone can be a certain amount Spanish or Swedish...", and not missing a beat, Belle interjects: "....or Oklahomish".
That coffee I'm thankful for? Now I'm thankful it didn't come out my nose.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Just to be Clear
My Grandma was recently telling my parents all about the jewelry that a Jewish man in her retirement community had made for her. She told my folks that she had greeted him with "Shabbat Shalom" (Sabbath peace) as I had coached her, and he was impressed...because, as my Grandma says, "he speaks Jewish, but Dago too". She cracks me up. Anyway, in her telling the story, she shared that she told the man that she learned how to greet him "in Jewish" from her grand-daughter, "who converted". Sigh.
This at first made me grin at the misunderstanding of our faith and practice on my Grandmother's part. But I was left feeling a little sad and uneasy. I could go on and on about how we are being led to follow Jesus--Yeshua--in this walk of discipleship by none other than the Father...and how this walk would not be foreign to the Jewish Messiah that we serve. I could abandon personal conviction in order to look like every other Christian on the planet, so as to not confuse anybody. Why not ditch our Saturday Sabbath, feast days and other sorts of things that have been seen by Christendom as vestigial organs left over from the early church? These distinctives are causing the confusion, right? I guess I have thought about that. But, I simply can't do it. For lots of reasons...just can't. In one respect, because the blessings so outweigh the burden of being "different", "misunderstood" or "alone". But in another, because we are fully pursuaded of the path that we are on.*
But I simply want to be clear: only one conversion has ever taken place in my heart--that from being an enemy of God, to being one redeemed by the blood of the Lamb; who knows and follows Yeshua of Nazareth as best as I can from day to day. And who is He to me?
Well, he is my King....just to be clear.
This video that says it better than I can:
This at first made me grin at the misunderstanding of our faith and practice on my Grandmother's part. But I was left feeling a little sad and uneasy. I could go on and on about how we are being led to follow Jesus--Yeshua--in this walk of discipleship by none other than the Father...and how this walk would not be foreign to the Jewish Messiah that we serve. I could abandon personal conviction in order to look like every other Christian on the planet, so as to not confuse anybody. Why not ditch our Saturday Sabbath, feast days and other sorts of things that have been seen by Christendom as vestigial organs left over from the early church? These distinctives are causing the confusion, right? I guess I have thought about that. But, I simply can't do it. For lots of reasons...just can't. In one respect, because the blessings so outweigh the burden of being "different", "misunderstood" or "alone". But in another, because we are fully pursuaded of the path that we are on.*
Well, he is my King....just to be clear.
This video that says it better than I can:
*No, we don't think that we are immune from error--do you think you are?
Didn't think so...since only humble friends, family and strangers visit here. :)
Didn't think so...since only humble friends, family and strangers visit here. :)
Monday, April 5, 2010
Counting the Omer
The Counting of the Omer creates a count down to Shavuot(Pentecost), the time of giving of the Torah and the time of the giving of the Holy Spirit. As such, it guides us on a spiritual journey of preparation. It is a journey that is begun with Passover, the symbol of our Salvation in Yeshua, and completed at Pentecost, the symbol of our completion through the Spirit. The distance of days between the two events should be a time of spiritual reflection, growth, purification and preparation.
The Master's resurrection makes the counting of the Omer a season of special significance and joy. For His disciples, it is a time to remember the resurrected Yeshua. All of His post-resurrection appearances fell within the days of the Omer count.
My prayer for my family is that as we work together to keep the mitzvah of Counting the Omer, we would express the resurrected life within us by doing good deeds and spreading more joy. May ADONAI be glorified in the process.
Passover 2010
We had an excellent Passover this year--and I attribute that in large part to the maturing of my girls, and their ability to understand more and more of the symbolism in this yearly observance. I am finding that as the years go by, I am not as lonely for adult conversation during the week like I experienced when they were really little...because it seems that suddenly I have two young ladies that have LOTS of thoughts, opinions and insights. Yes, they also offer lots of silly and sweet and frustrating moments throughout the day too...after all, they are still 8 and 11. But I guess what I mean is, they keep me company...and that is kind of a nice realization to come to after lots of years of NOT feeling that way. After all, diapering and wiping bottoms and filling bottles does not resemble ANYTHING close to adult company (hopefully!). But now...they keep me company, and I am enjoying it.
Anyway....as usual, a blog post intended to show you a great quilted table runner that my mom made for Passover this year has ended up as a bit of a ramble. Hey, that's okay right?
This is the 10 Plagues table runner...each square symbolizes one of the plagues, and was a kit that my mom purchased online. In some rabbinic studies, the Hebrew word for "flies" or "swarm" is ambiguous, and is thought to also be translated as "wild beasts". We discovered that fact after trying to point out the 10 plagues that we have always been familiar with over the years. Where are the flies???
What can be cooler than matzah fabric? The girls LOVE it! Thanks Mom. :)
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