Thursday, December 24, 2009

More on submission

This is the big topic on my mind lately. I am always thinking about the ways that feminism has poisoned our society and affected our thinking.

Recently through some reading I've been doing (Passionate Housewives Desperate for God is a Really Good Book), I feel I have come to a fuller understanding of what it means to submit to my husband. I think my initial understanding of this was very shallow - in the line of "when we disagree and can't work it out, Mark wins." True enough as far as it goes...which, really, isn't very far, is it?

I am enjoying exploring ways that I can honor him as the head of the house, ways that have nothing to do with conflict. Things that ruffle my pride - like actually taking suggestions on how he would like me to manage certain tasks like stocking the pantry, organizing DVD's. In these areas that I consider "mine," my knee-jerk reaction to criticism or suggestion is to be defensive, dismissive, or both. It should not be so. Is it not my goal to create a home for him that is a place of comfort and peace, personally tailored to help him be and do everything that God has for him? How better to do that than to pay attention to what is pleasing, what isn't, and work to make our environment as comfortable and effective as possible.

Anyway, that is what's on my mind. I am really thinking about these issues and learning so much that I should have known years ago. I am so thankful to be where I am!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Christ and the church

Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is head of the wife, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish. So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as the Lord does the church. For we are members of His body, of His flesh and of His bones. “For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This is a great mystery, but I speak concerning Christ and the church. Nevertheless let each one of you in particular so love his own wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband. Ephesians 5:22-33.

I am mesmerized by these verses and what they tell us about both the marriage relationship, and about the relationship of Christ and the church. What an amazing comparison! What a privilege, as a married couple, we have to reflect Christ and the church to the world. And how much there is to learn from our daily experiences.

A few months ago, Mark had to travel to Great Britain, on a trip that was long planned to include both of us. Because of circumstances beyond our control, I was unable to go, and was obliged to remain at home, going about all my usual tasks..but my mind was on my husband. When I awoke in the morning, or in the middle of the night, instantly I would calculate what the time was for him, think of his itinerary, imagine what he was doing. I would look up pictures on Wikipedia of where he was supposed to be. I looked forward to our daily phone call as the highlight of my day. I bought him a graduation present, and cleaned like a madwoman, preparing the house for his return. My household tasks did not seem heavy to me, but a joy, something I could do for him even while he was gone. And as I did all this, Ephesians 5 entered my mind, and it occurred to me that the intensity of my loneliness for my absent husband and my deep longing to be reunited was a picture of how we, as Christ's church, should pine for and prepare for His return. How much should we desire to order everything according to His stated will, so that we can be found pleasing on that day! How much should our work He has given us not be a burden, but a delight, a way given us to be pleasing to the one we should long to please!

But, we are human and life gets hard. What if our work just isn't a joy? It can't always be; we live in a fallen world, and we have a long road. That is where the true nature of love is revealed. As wives and mothers, we cook dinner on the nights when we honestly could not possibly care less about cooking dinner, as well as on the nights when it is a pleasure. Because, while there is great joy to be found in our labors, and joy to be found in doing one's duty, it's not always fun. (If we are honest, it frequently isn't!) It is then, when it really gets tough, that love is tested. And it's when we fail, as we always, inevitably, will, that we rest in the love and forgiveness that is showered upon us. The difference, of course, is that while a husband doesn't, and shouldn't, expect perfection, our Lord does, and He laid down His life for our faithlessness.

And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance; for you serve the Lord Christ. Colossians 3:23-24

Monday, December 14, 2009

Resurrecting my blog

Ok, Kathryn, here you go. ;) No pictures today, though.


Needle and thread
Soap and water
Diapers and wipes.

Skillet and plate
Flour and spice
Hugs and band-aids.

Science and math
History and art
Bible and Latin.

Eggs and toast
Mac and cheese
Story and bed.

Double Vision

Out the window
Trees rise tall
The sun is burning
Over all.
Then flaming past
This common sight
Another vision -
Different light
Truer light
Shining through
This brittle veil
As thinning mists
The moon reveal.
Or subtle glass
At once reflects
Yet clearly shows
What lies unseen
We now may know
Is far more real
Than tree
Or house
Or stone
Or me
Creation breathes
By Thy design
And opened eyes may see
Behind the fading glimmer
Thy purposes divine.

There. Now all the poems I have written (that I like, anyway!) are up. Enjoy! :)