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Words on Wednesday

Yesterday one of Michael’s students posted this picture on instagram with the caption “Lexi ♥ school celebrity.” It was taken at a soccer game where Kate and Lexi found many laps to sit in, backs to ride on, kids to play with, dogs to walk and even iPhones surrendered to game on. We ended up heading to our favorite restaurant after the game as a family with four students and one parent and it was delightful.

On the way home, I asked Kate about her day, and she mentioned that during recess her teacher came outside to walk, and Kate had joined her. Her teacher asked her about what she thought about her first school year in Memphis and told her how much they all enjoyed having her. “How did it make you feel?” I asked her. “Mom, I have never had so much fun walking.”

Today they announced that Michael will be serving as one of the four house masters next year. When I picked up the girls, so many upper school students stopped me to say, “Tell Mr. Stewart congratulations!”

Westminster is a special place. I’m glad we’re a part of it.

April Books

The Starboard Sea is a very solid debut by Amber Dermont. Highly recommended if you like boarding school novels and like the idea of a main character that seems to have everything but is completely lost. (8.5/10)

The Hunger Games, Catching Fire & Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins: I finally read these. I was initially impressed, but eventually couldn’t help thinking there is a great deal of wasted potential in this series. Still, they are fun, thought provoking and I’d recommend reading them if you interact with teenagers at all just for the conversation fodder. (7/10)

I have no idea why I’ve avoided The Seven Laws of Teaching by John Milton Gregory for so long. Yes, a lot of it is self-evident, but it’s still a good read for teachers. (8.75/10)

Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh is funny in a biting, satirical way (this is not Jeeves) but with surprising empathy and sinister twists, in turn. A truly enjoyable classic. (9/10)

Breath by Tim Winton is very moving, a serious and beautiful coming of age story set in rural Australia. I liked his writing voice but found the structure really distracting — there are no quotation marks and quite a bit of dialogue. (8/10)

I read The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak again this month and gave copies away. It’s beautiful and unique and you should read it. (9.5/10)

Thank You, Kind Readers!

For years I have been using affiliate links for amazon.com when I do book reviews. Friday I finally got a payment! So thank you for buying things, kind readers. If you are making a purchase from amazon and want to stick it to the man / give me a percent, there is a link in the footer. :)

On Not Getting What You Pray For

Lexi was having trouble falling asleep last night and called me into her bedroom to talk. She was telling me about the things that were making her anxious. Then all of the sudden, she got agitated.

“I pray to God about all of this and he doesn’t give me what I want!” Her tone was filled with anger and betrayal.

As I listened to Lexi, I realized that I have been feeling the exact same way. Angry that God doesn’t seem to want the same (good) things that I do or chose to manifest them in the ways I think would be best, on my timetable.

Explaining to my kindergartener how God loves us more than we can imagine, but that loving us isn’t the same as giving us what we want is a sobering exercise. Not because she could not understand it but because I wonder how we can be struggling with the very same things. I realize that my example of striving to believe more deeply is something she is already noticing because it is already relevant to her, and I pray that I would not lead her astray. I pray that my life would be an example of faithfulness.

One passage of scripture that I have meditated on countless times came to mind. “I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living! Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” When I feel far from God’s goodness, I proclaim in confidence that I will experience it again. And it helps.

I’m still failing at Easter, but I’m a little more hopeful today than I was a few days ago, that remedial work may be making a difference. Like a little child learning how to tie my shoes, I am trying my hand at practicing resurrection.

Something to Listen to, Something to Read

I’ve been pretty busy the last few weeks and I feel like my blog has suffered. With no time to write to you about my continued failure at Easter, or provide in-depth book analysis, or what-have-you I offer you:

SOMETHING TO LISTEN TO:

Fort Atlantic’s sampler EP available to download for free on Noisetrade is really fantastic. Fort Atlantic is a new project by Jon Black and friends and Dualtone is going to release the full-length debut album at the end of May. Right now you can pre-order it as a limited edition nintendo cartridge modded to hold a USB drive (so amazing and very fitting.)

SOMETHING TO READ:
Abstinence is Death is the best thing I have read about Christianity, sex and singleness in a long time. I’ve thought about it a lot this week, and hope that we can speak with our single friends (and eventually, our children) with wisdom and honesty instead of false promises.

Wordless Wednesday

Recipe Roundup 8

Several people have told me recently that these are their favorite posts, and I am eager to please you, gentle readers. You can find them all on my keepers board on pinterest.

Black-Eyed Pea Nachos from Whole Foods Market: inexpensive, quick, easy, meatless and my whole family liked them. So we’ll be making them again.

Chicken & Roasted Broccoli Salad with Goat Cheese from Perry’s Plate: light and tasty, we all enjoyed this. I made some couscous and mixed it in with my leftovers and it was pretty decent cold, too.

Jambalaya (pictured below) is an old recipe of mine I’ve tweaked slightly. It’s my favorite excuse for making chocolate bread pudding.

Dave Lieberman’s Noodle Kugel: if you’ve never had it, you ought to try it. My friend Blakely and I made some for an event at school and I think it was a hit.

Spinach and Cheese Strata from Annie’s Eats: I made this for a brunch, and added a pound of sage sausage (cooked, crumbled and layered in between the spinach and cheese.) Personally, I thought it was the best breakfast casserole I’ve ever made, and a bunch of people asked me for the recipe. I don’t think the sausage was necessary, but it was Easter and I wanted it to be filling and rich.

Split Pea Soup from Simply Recipes is a must-make if you’ve got a ham hock. I have omitted the leek and it’s still tasty.

 

Brokenness Aside

Will your grace run out
If I let you down
‘Cause all I know
Is how to run

‘Cause I am a sinner
If its not one thing its another
Caught up in words
Tangled in lies
You are the Savior
And you take brokenness aside
And make it beautiful
Beautiful

Will you call me child
When I tell you lies
Cause all I know
Is how to cry

I am a sinner
If its not one thing its another
Caught up in words
Tangled in lies
You are the Savior
And you take brokenness aside
And make it beautiful
Beautiful
{ALL SONS & DAUGHTERS}

Help Save R——e Youth Garden!

Unfortunately, the landowner who runs the community development corporation decided not to allow our friends to continue with the project and start their own 501c3. I’m heartbroken for them, but I also believe in their gifts and our call to love our cities in tangible ways like youth gardens. I know that this sort of experience feels like failure, but I believe God uses our humble efforts to build his kingdom, sometimes in ways we cannot see. So I’m going to leave this post here, to remember steps taken in faith that end up feeling futile. Even if they seem to be steps in the wrong direction, they are still steps steeped in redemption. -Kristen, 4/26/2012

If we had stayed in Birmingham after Michael graduated, we were praying about moving to R——e. One of the things that made me most excited about living in R——e was community development work like the youth garden.

Our friend Keith (husband to the girls’ amazing Spanish teacher, both pictured above) took two vacant lots donated by the neighborhood community development corporation and turned them into organic gardens where he employed teens (both working in the gardens and selling the produce at farmers markets) and generally involved the neighborhood from planning to getting dirty to enjoying the harvest.

The funding that made R——e Youth Garden possible has fallen through. I rarely promote causes on this blog, but I’d encourage you to think about making a donation. R——e Youth Garden provides access to fresh, organic produce, education about food, and a sense of hope and pride to youth in this community.

Yesterday Kate and Lexi saw me looking at some pictures on facebook and said, “That’s Farmer Keith in his garden! Remember when he showed us all the worms? And let us water? He grows the best peas on earth there!”


(Kate holding out some peas she gleaned from the youth garden last spring. They really were exceptional.)

Keith is patient and kind, the perfect person for this sort of work. He delights in little things like lifting up compost and helping kids find worms. He is a good teacher and listener. As a bonus, has a background in accounting and did an internship with Jones Valley Urban Farm. If we hope for urban renewal, we need a lot of Keiths, investing in neighborhoods in our cities. There’s so much work to do, it can feel overwhelming at times. But we have an opportunity to save R——e Youth Garden, or at least, help it through the summer while they restructure, fundraise and plan for the future, so they can continue to invest in R——e and empower that community.

I really wish we were in Birmingham and could give our time to help in the garden. If you are and can, contact Keith, he’ll put you to work. One simple way to help: if you shop at Pepper Place Market Saturday mornings, look for R——e Youth Garden and give them your business. Tell others to do the same.

If you don’t live in Birmingham but are moved to help, I’ll sweeten the deal. If you donate $25 or more to R——e Youth Garden, I will make you a free custom design from my etsy store. (Offer good to the first five people who ask, and follow through on the donation end.) Let’s work together to help each other do good and love our cities.

Little Things

Sad I won’t be at the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin this weekend.

Common graces in pop culture that have been cheering me up:

A lot of good new music has been released so far this year. Here are some of my favorite songs.

I am a World Book Night giver and tomorrow I get to pick up 20 copies of The Book Thief to give away to people who don’t currently read for fun.

Sherlock. Catch up on netflix before the US series 2 premiere in a few weeks.

Vulture kindly compiles funny moments for us in Last Night on Late Night.

Wordless Wednesday

Failing at Easter

Last month, I wrote about failing at Lent. I expected Lent to humble me, showing my lack of conformity and discipline. Lent is about falling short, and I was ready to fail.

I’ve been a bit more surprised by my failing at Easter.

I’ve always thought of Easter as easy. It’s happy and full of chocolate and alleluias and “He is Risen, Indeed!” It’s celebrating what we affirm every week: Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again.

But over the last week, I’ve found myself again and again defining myself by what I am not, focusing on my failure and lack and sinfulness. Comparing myself to other people, I felt small. I’ve acted like a person who has no hope.

That’s not the way Easter is supposed to work. Easter is joyous celebration, not for its own sake, but because of the truth.We have joy because we have hope, real resurrection hope. Christ is risen, he’s at work in this world, and we are a part of his story of redemption far greater than we can imagine.

Sometimes I think if I could believe 1% of what was true about me in Christ, and the transforming work that God is accomplishing in and through me, I would be free of the paralyzing self-pity and doubt that makes my life feel meaningless sometimes. I’d be able to do what God made me to do, and be who he wants me to be, without worrying about who I am not.

If I’m honest with myself, I have to admit that I don’t believe nearly enough. And so I’m left to pray “I believe, only help my unbelief” and remind myself of the truth of the gospel. I cling to the hope that if I long to believe what is true more deeply, God will grant it to me.