Highs and Lows

I always feel guilty when I miss writing but this last month has been a difficult. My father in law died under such bad care from the emergency room that the state medical examiner has "pending" on the death certificate. We will have a defiant answer in about 6 weeks. The emergency room sent him home with nothing more than a perspiration for pain pills while he quietly, slowly bled to death.

I have been trying to get my life back together. One of the new things in my life is a kitten. We have named him Christopher which means, "Christ bearer." It is almost like he is branded with a design of a cross on his back. He is laying on the foot of the bed curled into a sleeping ball. He doesn’t have a care in the world. I wish my like had that kind of simplicity.

In many ways this is time of loss is going to bring simplicity to my life as well. I have been caretaker for the last five years. Now I won’t have to get up early and feed him after getting up even earlier and fixing breakfast and lunch for my husband. Sleep depravation gets you after a while. I also find myself watching movies he liked and remembering...

We do try to get more normalcy in our lives. We eat and sleep, and work. We have car troubles, get hair cuts etc. On the subject of hair cuts Giannia and I both donated ten inches of our hair to "Locks of Love" a remarkable charity that collects human hair from donors to make wigs for children who have diseases of one kind or another that cause them to loose their hair. The bible calls hair a woman’s crowning glory imagine how demoralized a small child could become if they lost their hair. This is the second time I have donated hair for the children. The first time I was trilled with the donation. This time I just wanted to get rid of the hair, I had been waiting for the 10 inches to grow. It has been a long hot summer. I will not be growing another donation. But there are a lot of people who are willing to donate and there are far more beauticians willing to properly collect the hair and send it off.

Hearing Behind the Words

Today I was doing my morning Bible study in the Life Application Bible put out by Zondervan. I am the type that reads the footnotes and the footnote on John 5:26 starts out, "God is the source and Creator of life, for there is no life apart from God, here or hereafter." That quote had me thinking back to the time I was called to the principal’s office as an adult teacher.

It started simply enough, I was in a classroom with some very bright high school students waiting for first bell when home room would end and first period start. Three or four young women were having a discussion, not about boys, or fashion, or the latest music, but about God. Two of the girls were witnessing about the Lord. The courts have things so messed up I couldn’t jump in and help with this most important discussion; I could only sit back like a silent cheerleader rooting for God’s team.

The discussion went on and the class was nearly ready to begin when one of them asked me point blank what I believed. I was torn with stepping out and speaking my faith and getting fired for proselytization or saying nothing at all out of fear. I kind of copped out with an esoteric comment that really did not clearly speak to my faith. I simply remarked, "Everyone lives forever it’s just a matter of address." I thought I was so clever, I thought I had dodged the bullet. I had answered the question honestly in a way that did not put my faith out there, after all some eastern religions have the same soul going on lifetime after lifetime. Granted my perspective was the Christian one instead of one reincarnation after another on earth I was thinking you go to heaven or hell a one shot deal based on one life’s choices.

Apparently the Moslem child in the classroom whose religion I had not known took it the way I did. If I had read the role really thinking the name would have given a clue of his possible religion. I would most likely have still said the same thing even if I had known someone of another faith was there, because I hadn’t said anything blatantly Christian. Instead of putting the story in context of what was going on the young man went home and told his parents I had said he was destined for an eternity burning in the underworld with all the rest of the sinners. The parents called the school and the principal called me out of a class to face an irate father and his silent, submissive wife.

I eventually disused the situation by saying I didn’t really belong in that classroom at all, their teacher had been called away to take a phone call; probably her own run in with an irate parent. Since I was on my planning period I had been asked to sit in with the class till she came back. The call had come up suddenly and there had been no plans left. All I had to go on was the question I’d asked about what they were working on the day before. I told those who had not finished to work on the last assignment and gave the rest a kind of a study hall, to do something quietly. The conversation about God had ended; the books were open, the class was going fine when their teacher returned to give them the day’s real assignment.

I don’t know why I really changed the topic in the principle’s office. But after being lectured about the wrong I had been perceived as doing, I gave an example of different cultures from a woman I had met a couple of years before in a hospital in Crimea. Few words had been exchanged; the translator was in another room just as the teacher had been. But the woman in that hospital and I had reached an understanding in spite of a language barrier. The student had reached what I was thinking and carefully wording my response not to reveal as clearly as the woman who spoke only Russian understood my English words. I had tried so carefully to conceal my true meaning from the students I wasn’t aware at the time that I really had been trying to say you’re going to end up in heaven or hell. Both heard behind the words.