Tuesday, August 25, 2009

needing mercy, showing mercy

I recently had an interesting conversation with someone from my church. Before I had said much more than "Hi," he put up a defensive wall. As I laid the foundation for what I would ask him, he argued with me. When I asked him for his help, he turned me down.

Near the beginning of that conversation, I found myself also defending my statements. But rather than continue to argue (my typical response), I picked up on the fact that something else was going on with this person and I changed my tactics to simply being nice and allowing for future conversations.

Something else was going on. I still don't know what. But I have realized that Mr. X does not oppose me or the work we are doing. Satan does oppose me and the work we're doing.

We must resist Satan with full force. We must also be gracious and show mercy to each other with full force. It's what Christ modeled for us (no one ever before of since or into eternity has or will show mercy with as much force as He did at the cross). It's what I need.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

first day of first grade

The start of school is a magical time.

Children, who have been conditioned for three months to do whatever they want to do, are being returned to a disciplined academic environment.

Kcrazorback daughter, who really loves school, is not happy about this at all. Her classmates are not happy about this at all. Her mother and I are thrilled.

This morning, as I dropped her off at school, we yelled at the poor kindergarten parents (they're the ones holding up the dropoff traffic) to get a move on, "turn your car already."

I've realized that the 1st graders have a BMOC factor. They were in the school last year for kindergarten. They know their way around. They know each other and the teachers (for the most part). They are bigger than a whole bunch of the new students in the school. They know what not to eat in the cafeteria. They're savvy. They're a little suprised by the lack of play centers in the classroom (compared to K-garten) but they know a boatload of potty jokes and can discuss what's going on with the big-kid Disney TV. They are in their element.

From the 1st day: "All we did was go over the rules and color some sheets." Yeah, somehow, I think you're holding something back from dear old dad. Perhaps, they know what not to tell Mom and Dad about as well.