The Emergency Room Church

Tonight I sit writing this in an emergency room, waiting and waiting. Don’t get all worried. It seems to be no big deal, and I’ll go home soon. But here I have sat, for 4 hours, having had an EKG and blood drawn. Those must not have been too remarkable, which is good. It’s not a good thing when they rush you right back in the ER. The people here are an interesting cross-section of society. Some are alone. Some have a friend who arrives to comfort them and cheer them up. It seems to work, as the patients’ tears cease. Some have a whole horde with them; 2 are allowed back, but 5 more wait in the waiting room.…

We’re Not There Yet: (The Human) Race in America

I grew up in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. While that’s certainly not the Deep South, it is definitely redneck country. However, Bartlesville is the headquarters town of a major petroleum company, so there are a lot of educated people there; it’s not your typical rural Oklahoma burg. My parents didn’t raise me to think much about race. People were people. I had friends of all shades, though most of my friends tended to look like me, and I wasn’t around that many African-American people. The 2010 census puts the African American population of that particular county at just shy of 2.5%. (There are 4-5 times more Native Americans than that in the county, so that’s the more prevalent minority.) Then I moved…

An Adventure At Alcoholics Anonymous

When I was in nursing school, during our psyche rotation, one of the requirements was to attend an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Several of my friends went together, but my schedule didn’t allow me to go with them, so I went by myself. I had never had a drink of alcohol in my life, and nobody in my immediate, or even extended family, drank (at least around me), so this was quite foreign to me, and I was a bit anxious about the whole thing. Okay, so I was a lot anxious. As soon as I got out of my car, people approached me to welcome me and they just kept doing it. I think every one of the approximately 75…

Prayer IS Allowed in School

I’ve heard many people say that “The Bible is not allowed in public schools”. However, this is not at all true. To ban the Bible from school would be a blatant infringement of the students’ rights. Students are allowed to take Bibles to school and read or discuss it on their own time as they would any other book. They may not use it to disrupt class in any way, but they are free to carry, read, and discuss it just like any other book. In fact, it may even be taught as literature, as it is an ancient source of history, poetry, etc. I even know of public schools that have religion classes in which they study, compare, and…

Of Mammograms and Medieval Dungeons

Today is my least favorite Dr visit of the year. No, it’s not my annual gynecology appointment. Worse. Yeah, it’s time for my mammogram. I had a scare about 6 years ago, and now I “get” to have one each year even though I’m not old enough to need them by the normal protocol. So here’s my question : if we can put men on the moon, and a rover on Mars, why can’t we come up with a better mammogram machine? Maybe one that doesn’t belong in a medieval dungeon would be nice. Really, thumbscrews have nothing on this baby. We put our most sensitive parts in a machine to be flattened as much as possible, then the tech…

Worship Styles: Principles of Participation

I would like to share my opinions and observations of what has changed in church music services and what has come of those changes. I’d like to apply the principles introduced in my last post, What’s The Point, to the topic of songs in church. What is the point of a church worship service? Everyone involved in a service in any way should know what their goal is. The way I see it, my goal as a musician involved in the service, (besides personally worshiping my Lord and Savior, which is the most important goal of all) is to facilitate and contribute to others worshiping of our Lord Jesus Christ. The music department is most successful when its contribution leads…

What’s The Point?

Each one of us is pulled in 1000 different directions each day. If we are not careful, we will set out to do one thing and end up doing another. It is crucial in these busy times to remember The Point. What do I mean by The Point? I mean the primary reason we started out to do what we are doing: our original motivation. For example, my husband and I decided to homeschool our children because we thought it was the way they would get the best education. It wasn’t to save money. It wasn’t to protect them socially. It was to teach them to learn how to learn and to grow them into thinking adults who are able…