"But today, of all days, it is brought home to me, it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life..."

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Let's get real here.

That's what Thanksgiving should look like. Smiles, family, perfect turkey, clean, unwrinkly clothes. Yes. That's the picture of Thanksgiving.
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Every year our friends do a Turkey Bowl--basically a game of touch football--on Thursday morning. I wasn't going to go. I was put in charge of more cooking this year than I ever had before, and so I thought I'd stay home. But then, everyone was leaving...and well, I decided I could do it. (Side note: Target lunch time is 1:30)
So I get back and start cooking cream corn in my sweat pants and t-shirt. Things are going pretty great--I'm taking my time, singing along to Les Mis. Then one thing leads to the next, and it's 1:00 before I know it. People start coming in showered, and looking all spiffy in their Thanksgiving clothes and all...and I've still got an apple pie, green beans, and sweet tea to make. Not to mention I'm still in sweat pants. So, I scrape everything together, put the apple pie on hold, and run back to my room. I had picked out my outfit the night before. It was just the thing you might see in a Norman Rockwell painting... except, I forgot to wash those jeans...and iron that shirt... I pull the jeans out of the dirty clothes pile--they don't smell too bad--and the shirt isn't that wrinkled. So much for some nice looking hair-do--there's still an apple pie in the kitchen waiting on me. This Thanksgiving, I'll be sporting the Turkey Bowl pony-tail.
So much for the creative pinterest-inspired pie-crust I had planned to make--this thing's just going in the oven. "Who cares what it looks like as long as it tastes good?" I said as I put it in the oven. But I did. I cared what it looked like.
My picture-perfect Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving was down the drain.

Funny, because writing all this down a week later, it all seems pretty insignificant, and I feel silly telling you I was really in a bad mood about all this--but I was.

But, with the help of my lovely mother (who took charge of the green beans and helped with the apple pie.), everything was ready on time ("on time" may not be completely accurate, but the Lunsfords haven't ever been "on time" for a Thanksgiving meal yet. Why break tradition?), and the table was loaded with a feast an Elvin party could have been proud of.
And lemme tell you. Food, family, and friends makes everything okay. It's like a miracle drug for an ailing soul.
I'm sure we've had some pretty great, near Rockwell style Thanksgivings before, but I don't remember them. I do remember the time we ate three hours late because we forgot to take the turkey out of the freezer to thaw (you've never heard such stomach rumblings before). And the time the grocery store accidentally gave us a ham instead of turkey. And that one time the water in the house didn't work so we had to wash all the dishes outside with the water-hose (and it was cold too). And the time we had to microwave the turkey because it didn't cook fast enough.

Picture perfect Thanksgivings might be nice in theory--or hanging on the wall--but really, it's the mess-ups that are most memorable. Those are the ones you find yourself laughing at years down the road.


Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Two of My Favorites

I'm a bit late here, but I couldn't let the birthdays of my two favorite authors go by without acknowledging it.

November 29, 1898: 
C.S. Lewis. 
(Clive Staples Lewis, but many called him Jack.)
I think that if I could study under an imperfect human being (that is, any human other than Jesus) it would the this guy. 
He was brilliant.

"The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited." 

-C.S. Lewis. 

It makes me happy to think that he's seen it now. He's found the flower, heard the tune, and lives in that country. 

November 30, 1874:

L.M. Montgomery
L.M. Montgomery. 
(Lucy Maud Montgomery. She went by Maud.)
Author of my favorite series of all time: Anne of Green Gables. I've yet to read a book by her that I don't like.
We actually just started reading Anne of Green Gables as a family. She has a way of wrapping up magic in words and putting it on the page in a way that sends a certain kind of loveliness into the very depths of my soul and makes me feel as if I were flying--in a strange, wonderful sort of way.
Every time I open up those Anne books, finger the pages and smell of them, and read just the first few lines, I feel as if I've come home. It's a familiar place that I'll never tire of. 

“Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?" 
-Anne Shirley (L.M. Montgomery)



Saturday, November 23, 2013

October Happenings

How do you pack for a two and a half week long trip? Open up your suitcase and pour your closet into it. 

Believe me. I would know.

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A few weeks ago, my dear mother and sister, and I loaded the back of the car with suitcases, baskets of books and school, snacks, and other odds and ends and started off.

First Stop: Baylor!
Quality time with family (brothers, yay!) and friends. Really, that's just the best. 
(Oh, and can we just take a minute to notice how completely amazing Julia's hair looks? I mean, really. )

And then we drove.
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And then we met up with these lovely people.

                                                     
(I just kind of love them all.)
Had a nice chat, over lunch. (I mean.. we talked while we ate lunch.. not that we chatted about lunch) Friends and food. Two of my favorite things right there.

And onward to Franklin!
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Where I got know this lovely lady a little better.
She is really fantastic. 

And I visited New College Franklin.

We played frisbee

 (I realize this is a pretty lame picture.. no one is even running and the frisbee isn't even in flight, but it's all I got. sorry.)

And this cutie dressed up as an Indian.

(It was Halloween)


And then we drove some more.
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To see these lovelies. 





I LOVE this kid! 




They're swell folks. And I love them to death.


Aaaand then. More driving. 
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We visited the Greens too, but I don't have pictures from that. But it was fun (duh.) and I love their house. Like, a lot. I mean, I love the Greens too, but their house... :)
Anyway...
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Back to Texas.

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(More driving because everyone knows, the longest part of the roadtrip is driving through Texas.)


Almost home, but first...

We met Governor Huckabee! And that was cool. :)

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And then.

 Home. Sweet. Home.

It was a wonderful trip. 
But really, 
there is no place like home.

New something I learned about myself: I realllyyyy like my bed, guys. I didn't know how much I liked it. But oh, do I ever.

So that's that.
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"I do like a road, because you can always be wondering what is at the end of it."
~L.M. Montgomery~

Friday, November 15, 2013

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Dear Roy Rogers, You're My Favorite Star

Today, 102 years ago, the King of the Cowboys was born. 



And I'm kind of glad he was because, you see, I grew up watching this guy. And I still like his movies and his songs a whole whole lot. 

Favorite movie: Probably "Don't Fence Me In"

Favorite Song: It's hard to pick just one, but I think my two favorites are "Sunday Kind of Country Kind of Love" and "It's Good to be Home Again"

Fun Fact: His real name is Leonard Franklin Sly. And because no cowboy ever was called "Leonard," he chose the stage name Roy Rogers.

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Well, I think the only fitting way to end this post is by saying, 
"Good bye, good luck, and may the good Lord take a likin' to ya." -Roy Rogers.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

Awkward Silence? No, Not Really.

     In this technological age, something is always there to capture our attention. 
     Smartphones. Facebook. Instagram. Twitter. Pinterest. T.V. Computers. iPads. They're everywhere. All the time. With all these touch screens, entertainment is literally at our fingertips. 
     The first thing a kid does when he gets in the car is point to the TV and say, "watch!"
     In line at the drive-through, you pull out the iPhone. 
     (This one puzzles me.) A couple on the date. Both texting. I just..I don't...I don't get that. 
     Even while watching a movie, most people can't put their phone up. One source of entertainment at a time isn't enough. 
     
     Technology has intruded into every aspect of our lives, and we have welcomed it with open arms. It is not wonder, then, that we have come to fear silence. 
     There's but a brief moment, little more than a slight pause, and someone says it. Long and drawn out, in a slightly comical tone. "Aawwkwaaaarrddd."
    You've heard it. Probably a lot. More than likely you've said it yourself a time or two. Maybe more. But why? What makes it awkward? And why do we declare it awkward? Is it a pitiful attempt to alleviate the awkwardness? Do we somehow think we can make things less awkward by calling attention to the awkwardness? What is it that makes silence so awkward? Or what is it about us that makes us feel awkward during silence?
     
     In an age that is so prolific of entertainment, it is no wonder we have come to fear silence. Something is always there to capture our attention, and we're unaccustomed to silence. It's rare, It's unusual, and we don't like it. We don't know what to do with it. It makes us feel, well, awkward.
     We're afraid of that dead time in between comments, and so we anxiously say things so fast that we hardly know what we're gong to say until we've already said it. "Think before you speak" doesn't happen because thinking means silence and silence means awkwardness. We don't listen to what someone else is saying because we have to think of what to say next so that there's not a second of dead time because that would be, you know, awkward. And if we do have to endure silence for a few seconds in the midst of a conversation, someone is quick to announce the awkwardness because drawing attention to it is better than not saying anything at all.

     We have to stop this constant entertainment--this idea that something has to be going on every single second of our lives--and take joy in those precious moments when nothing is happening. Silence is beautiful. It really is. It's not awkward--or at least it's not supposed to be. But we've distorted it into something to be dreaded. We, as a society, must relearn to treasure silence. 
     This means you--yeah you--need to put up that phone and quit seeking entertainment all the time.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Fall is my favorite season...at this time of year.

Hey there. 
I know. It's been a while. But what can I say, that just happens sometimes. 
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So, it's October. 

Me too, Anne. Me too. 

The weather is getting cooler, and I love it. The season of fall is always my favorite at this time of year. (I can never decide on a favorite season. It's usually the current one, and obviously, that changes every few months. Right now, as you may guess, Fall is my favorite.)

It's been a crazy busy semester. School takes up most of my time. But honestly, that's okay. I love learning. I forget it sometimes, but I really do love it. I feel so blessed to have the access to the courses I'm taking this year. The internet is really an amazing thing, isn't it?

Though school keeps me pretty busy, I'm finding time to do the little, most excellent things like reading the Word in the early crisp mornings before the sun wakes up, and the sky is that mystical grey as the stars slowly fade away, and the world gently comes to life. And reveling in the joy of the reappearance of pumpkins, hay bales, scarecrows, the fall scented candles, scarves, the pilgrims on "Memaw's hutch," and all the lovely orangy-red and yellow things decorating the house. 
We haven't built a fire yet; it hasn't been that cold. But I can't wait until we do. I'm eager for evenings spent cuddled on the couch with a steaming mug of apple cider and a good book, sheltered from the cold outside--maybe shivering as somebody opens the door and lets a rush of cool air in, just enough to remind me how warm I am and make me feel all the more cozy-- and watching the fire dance in that peculiar, unexpected way. 

Isn't it just delightful how the seasons have a way of being so repetitious, yet so wonderfully unpredictable as you wonder what this fall will be like. It's a déjá vu sort of feeling--I've been here before, but not quite in this way; it's old, but it's new. 
Fall is here again, but we've never lived through this fall. And that's an exciting, somewhat frightful feeling. 


Go carve a pumpkin or something, 
-Sarah






Thursday, May 30, 2013

DON'T Be Yourself

      The prase "be yourself" has always bothered me. I see where it's coming from--don't morph into a personality that isn't yours to fit in with the crowd--but really, I think "be yourself" can be some pretty dangerous advice when interpreted the wrong way.

     First off, we're sinners. Born sinful into a sinful world, naturally inclined to do wicked things. This idea clashes a bit with the secular view of "You're wonderful," "You're a rock star," "You deserve all the happiness in the world" etc... But in truth, we are naturally utterly wretched human beings with a desire to do evil. Why would we want to be that?

     Second, "be yourself" causes us to look at ourselves and wonder, "who am I?" This sort of thinking leads to a vision of not who I am, but closer to who I want to be. We aren't good at objectively looking at ourselves and correctly evaluating our personalities. And really, saying "be yourself" makes people try to be who they want to be, not who they actually are.

     Rather, we should be Christ-followers. We should seek to glorify Him in everything we do. If we focus on the Savior and act more like Him, then our natural personalities will shine through without us having to think about it.

     Don't be yourself. Be more like Christ.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Just Think of It!

    Think of all the gazillions of people that have lived in the course of history. ALL those people that have ever breathed. And all the major events that have taken place: all the wars, the different empires...all that stuff you read about in your history books. Then look at yourself with this perspective. See how small you are? Our problems seem pretty big sometimes, but just think about your life compared to the rest of the world since the beginning of time. You are teeny tiny. They didn't know about you 500 years ago and they probably won't know about you 500 years from now.

     BUT, the God of all creation, the one who's been looking over this world since it was created, through all those wars and whatnot, keeping track of allll the people who have ever lived. Well, He, out of His infinite love and mercy, sent his son to die so that you--your teeny tiny self--could be saved and one day live with Him. 

     Isn't that incredible?





Friday, May 17, 2013

Anne with an "e"

     I've just finished the Anne of Green Gables series for the I-don't-know-what time.


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Can we all just take a minute to reflect on the greatness of those books? I mean really. I already want to re-read them again. I feel as if I know Anne. I've lived a life with her. I've shared in her joy and sorrow. I feel a nostalgia for a Green Gables I've never been to. I feel jealous when Diana falls in love with Fred. I cried when Matthew died, and I laughed at Susan's comical "now that you may tie to" phrases. And when Anne went soaring on the wings of anticipation, I was right along side her, flying amongst the clouds and the purple sea sky. I feel everything almost as keenly as if it were my life. But that's the joy of reading. It's not my life, and I can slip in and out of it as easy as opening and closing a book. The emotions of the fictional world don't often carry over into the real one. So while I might shed many tears within the pages, I can leave that world and come back into my own and go about my life.

Reading allows you to experience a hundred different lives within your own that you just live once.
     I honestly feel sorry for people who don't read. Think how limited their experience is. It is confined to their own life, while the one that reads embarks on a hundred different adventures without ever leaving the living room. Not that real life adventures aren't fun, but why limit yourself to just that? Spruce things up with some books.

    I shall always, always, always hold a special place on my bookshelf and in my heart for the Anne series.

    Like really. They're just fantastic.






Monday, May 13, 2013

Why a President's Faith Matters so Very, Very Much.

     While doing some research for a paper, I came across this article, by John Blake. It's all about "Why a President's Faith May Not Matter." But, if you read it with the right worldview, it really proves why a presidents faith does matter. And matters so, so much.

     First of all, I want to look at the presidents he was mistaken about...

Abraham Lincoln:
     Blake says one of the nations most popular presidents, Abraham Lincoln, was not a Christian. And for most of his presidency, he wasn't. He admitted it himself. But, things changed. Here's a quote you won't find in most History textbooks today, "When I left Springfield I asked the people to pray for me. I was not a Christian. When I buried my son, the severest trial of my life, I was not a Christian. But when I went to Gettysburg and saw the graves of thousands of our soldiers, I then and there consecrated myself to Christ. Yes, I do love Jesus.” It was after this transformation took place in Lincoln that he signed the Emancipation Proclamation. It was after Gettysburg that he did most of the work to free the slaves and give equal rights to blacks. But many people, including Blake, will take a quote from Lincoln's early life when he openly admits he was not a Christian and use it as evidence that he was never a Christian. 



George Washington:
     Blake says, "Washington, the nation’s first president, was not a Christian but most likely a Deist." I'm not sure where he got this, other than all the liberals stuffing it down our faces that none of the Founding Fathers were Christians. I'll let GW answer this one for himself. 

From prayers that George Washington prayed:
     "Most gracious Lord God, whose dwelling place is in the highest heavens, and yet beholdest the lowly and humble upon earth, I blush and am ashamed to lift mine eyes unto thy dwelling place, because I have sinned against thee."
     "Holy and eternal Lord God who art the King of heaven...therefore will I call on thee as long as I live, from the rising of the sun to the going down of the same let thy name be praised."
     "Oh most glorious God in Jesus Christ, my merciful and loving Father...increase my faith, and direct me to the true object Jesus Christ the way, the truth and the life." 

From George Washington's Farewell Address:
     "Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports...reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle."

     Study George Washington's life from somebody who tells it like it is, and it'll be hard to find any sliver of evidence that he was not a Christian.


Barack Obama:
     Well, this article claims he's a Christian. Obama has publicly made statements in support of same-sex marriage and abortion. I cannot reconcile that with what the Bible says. Also, Obama has not lead America in a way that is consistent with the biblical form of government and in a way that would coincide with a Christian worldview.


     Now of course, neither I or John Blake are in the position to determine who is a Christian and who isn't, but I think you can look at the way a president governs and gather evidence that leads you to lean one way or the other.


     Blake lists a few presidents and says why their faith didn't have an effect on the way they governed. But, here's my take on it....


George W. Bush:
     Blake quoted Darrin Grinder, author of "The Presidents and Their Faith." Grinder answered the question "Does a president's religious faith make any difference in the way they govern?" by saying, "I don't think so. If I asked George W. Bush what he thought about torture, I think outside the presidency he would say he hates it. But he'd do it for the country if he thinks it's right in terms of American security."
     But, I think, what Blake and Grinder fail to notice is this is just the reason why Bush's faith does matter.   Government officials are appointed by God and have certain duties to perform. Romans 13:1 and 4 says, "Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God... For he [the one in authority] is God's servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer." And looking through the Old Testament, it is obvious that God views the role of a governing authority differently from that of an individual. Crimes like murder and theft must be punished, but not by an individual, rather by the governing authorities whom God has placed in the position to carry out His wrath.
Which is why apart from the presidency, George W. Bush would most certainly be against the tactics he used in the White House. As an individual human being he has no authority whatsoever to water board. But, as the American President he has been appointed by God to protect his country.


Franklin D. Roosevelt:
     Blake suggests that it was not his faith, but his physical disabilities that drove Franklin to care so much for people. Eleanor Roosevelt said his sickness "made him more sensitive to the feelings of people." That certainly sounds like a Christian, doesn't it? I mean, aren't we called to put others above ourselves? What about "love your neighbors as yourself"? That sounds like what Roosevelt did with all his government programs designed to relieve the hunger and poverty stricken families of the Great Depression.
     But once again, let's look at the Biblical role of government. In the Bible, individuals are given certain roles, and then the government is given certain roles. It's important to know the difference. We, each individual person is called to help the distressed. The government is never told to this. (Or at least, I've never seen that command anywhere. If I'm wrong, tell me.) So while FDR's efforts to relieve the poor and feed the hungry are good tasks for individual's to perform, it's not, from a Biblical (or Constitutional) perspective, a job for the government.


Thomas Jefferson:
     I'm getting real tired of hearing he argued for the separation of church and state. He did. It's true, but not in the way the secular world wants you to think he did. Here's a link to Jefferson's letter to the Danbury Baptist. This letter is where the phrase "a wall of separation between church and state" originated. Go read it, it's not long, and you'll see that Jefferson is assuring the Danbury Baptist that the government will not interfere with their religious practices. It's not saying that anything remotely related to the government can't have anything to do with anything remotely related to religion. And by the way, the words "separation of church and state" do not appear anywhere in the Constitution.
     But let's just say Jefferson is everything the article says he is (which is basically a pagan and Christian hater). Even this means that his faith, or lack thereof, does effect the way he governs. They said he wanted to go around the country and burn family bibles. If this is true, then his repugnance towards Christianity--his own religion of secularism--had a major impact on the way he governed. People so often make the mistake of thinking secularism is not a religion, when in reality a lack of religion is a religion in itself. 

       
     If you are a Christian, you realize that "all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." (Romans 3:32) Therefore we realize that too much power in the hands of man is a bad combination. Even the "good" programs aren't really good. It is not the job of the government to come in and fix everything. FDR, Lyndon Johnson, Barack Obama--all these presidents that have instituted programs designed to help people out have stretched the bounds of the government farther than the Bible (and the Constitution) say they should be stretched.
     Don't be fooled to think that a lack of religion doesn't affect things too. A lack of the understanding of the depravity of man will impact the way you see the role of government. If you fail to realize the sinfulness of man, and fail to realize the providence of God, then government will turn into an ultimate "fixer." People will turn to the government instead of God, and that's a scary thing.

     As a Christian, you also realize that God has laid out in his word different jobs for different roles. Christians are called to serve others, feed the poor, and turn the other cheek, but these commands are never given to any form of government. The differing roles of individual versus government official is hard to distinguish unless you come at it from a Christian perspective.

     A clear understanding of these principles will most definitely effect the way an official governs. A lack of understanding will effect it too.

     See, worldview matters. Like, a lot. And if you understand the biblical role of the government, and if you understand that man is sinful, then you are going to look at things vastly different. This is why faith, or even the lack thereof, is such an important part of anyones life. It effects the way we live our lives and treat the people around us, and it especially impacts the way a government official will lead the country. Don't be fooled by CNN and fellas like John Blake and Darrin Grinder who want you to believe faith doesn't matter. It does.

Monday, February 11, 2013

High-No!

Can this high-low skirt trend just stop. Right now. Please.

I'm not a fan.

Because really, it's annoying when I'm shopping and I see a super cute skirt, only to pull it out and one side trails the floor while the other side is above the knees.

Let's just look at this objectively for a moment.............(go google a picture of a high-low skirt or something)....................... it's not cute. Do you see what I mean? It's ridiculous.

My brothers call it a mullet skirt.
And just like the mullet, in a few years, everybody will be making fun of it.

I'm not sure how this originated. Was it a burst of creative inspiration... Or did somebody not know how to cut and sew a strait line?

Maybe all us shoppers should go on a sort of strike, and not buy anymore of these mullet skirts. Then maybe things will go back to normal, and the hems will go back to strait.
I'd like that.

That is all.

Signed,
       -Me.