Angels in Blue

I have a daughter who is the adult version of ADHD.  Her lack of focus causes her to constantly “shoot herself in the foot.”  When she was little, well-meaning folks would tell us that if we didn’t intervene, and she suffered the consequences of her behavior, she would eventually learn.  What they didn’t understand is that she DID suffer the consequences of her behavior over and over and over again.  She is nearly 40 and is still doing so.

A couple of months ago this inability to keep the pieces of her life put together caused her to allow her auto insurance to lapse.  Most of us would not have allowed this to happen, because we pay attention to things like bills and notices of termination.  But, she went on her merry and oblivious way.  Early in December she was short on money and hoping she could make it to and from work with the gas in the tank.  She got to work, but not home.  She left the car on the side of the road, hitch-hiked home, and begged a few dollars here and there from neighbors, planning to hitch-hike back with a can of gas.  By this time, a passing policeman had noticed the car, run the plate numbers, and determined that her insurance had lapsed for 15 days in September.  The plates were confiscated and the car impounded.

Daughter has trouble holding a job…of course.  Someone who lacks focus does have difficulty showing up on time and doing their work. Besides that, when one is doing the modern equivalent of "ditch-digging," one is not always treated well by employers, and she has gotten some rotten deals.  She has done relatively well at the current job and desperately wants to keep it.  So, for the 15 days she had to go without plates and therefore, her car, she tried every conceivable way of getting to work.  She apparently wore out the generosity and patience of all her friends, acquaintances and enemies.  A couple of nights ago, the person who was to pick her up at 9 PM and take her home, did not show up.

And so it was, that after 10 PM, she called me sobbing.  I, by the way, live at the other end of the state, so I could not help her.  She was trying to walk the 14 miles home in the dark and cold of December in New York.  She was walking with traffic on a busy highway hoping someone would take pity and pick her up.  I could hear the cars whizzing by.  She called 3 times, as it became increasingly apparent that she simply couldn’t walk 14 miles in the cold.  I tried to think of possible solutions to the dilemma.  The buses don’t run after 9 PM.  A taxi all the way home would take more money than she had.  She talked of trying to go to a friend’s house along the way, or spending the night in the bus station.  Finally, I suggested that she try finding a shelter….she was within the limits of a small city…perhaps, the city had some shelters. 

Between these phone calls, I prayed.  “Oh, Lord,” I said, “I have no idea how to solve this problem.  She isn’t safe.  Please have mercy.  In your grace, send her an angel.  I don’t know what else to pray for.”

She called back a few minutes later.  She had called the police, and they were coming to pick her up.  I thought that if there was a shelter available, surely they would know of it.  I couldn’t go to sleep wondering where she was, and if she would be safe and warm.

The phone rang again.  “I’m home,” she said.

The policeman who had picked her up had been given permission to take her as far as the interstate exit nearest her home.  He had pushed a bit beyond his permission and delivered her to her doorstep.

The next day, she walked the 3-plus miles to the end of the bus route and caught the bus in to the DMV.  She picked up her plates, took the bus back to the end of the route, and began the 3-plus mile walk home.  Along came a different policeman, who picked her up, lectured her about the dangers of walking with the traffic on a busy highway, and delivered her to her front door.

I have no idea what municipalities these two policemen work for……city, county or state.  That is, I don’t know who pays them.  I do know who they were working for in regard to this story.  They were the answer to my prayers.  God sent some “angels in blue.”

"Ave Maria"

A few days ago, just before Christmas, I was in the car on my way to finish up some shopping.  The car radio was on a station that plays all Christmas music from Thanksgiving to Christmas.  I was struck by the hauntingly beautiful but almost mournful tone in which a female soloist was singing "Ave Maria." 

As I listened to these strains, I rounded a corner onto a street where there is a small private nursing home.  At the curb, an elderly gentleman was getting out of his car...slowly and with obvious discomfort.  He had a newspaper under his arm.  As I drove by, I watched him teeter around the car and head towards the nursing home entrance.

Although that was my last actual glimpse of him, a video clip began to play in my mind, accompanied by the mournfully rendered "Ave Maria."  He slowly ascended the stairs into the building and painfully walked down a corridor.  In my mind, the corridor was much longer than could have been contained in the actual building.  It was dimly lit, and I watched his silhouette become smaller as he got further away.  Then I saw him, the image of loneliness, enter a room.  In the bed was an elderly woman...his wife....who no longer recognized him.  He kissed her brow, and then sat heavily in the chair and opened the newspaper.  He would spend his day there, although his wife wouldn't appreciate it.  He had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do.

The last sad note of the "Ave" was sung and my private little mental video faded to black.
It has replayed in my mind numerous times since.

The Seven against Thebes by Aeschylus

Eteocles is King of Thebes and son of Oedipus (he of the infamous complex).   A messenger arrives with news that an army prepares to attack Thebes.  Seven of the invaders’ champions have been assigned to storm each of seven gates into the city.  Eteocles must decide which of his mighty men to post at each gate to repel the onslaught.

The chorus in this play is comprised of a group of Theban women whom Eteocles considers to be more or less hysterical.  He chides them for their carrying on, since it may cause others to lose courage.  They, of course, don’t see things that way.  They believe they are offering legitimate prayers to the gods.  Chauvinist that he is, he eventually tells them, “These be men’s matters…your business is submiss silence, and to bide within.”

After some interaction between Eteocles and the chorus, he gets around to deciding which soldier to post at each gate.  He is especially grieved that one of the gates is to be attacked by a man for whom he has great respect.  He bemoans that, “’Tis unhappy chance that couples oft the just with many wicked!”  When he finds that Polyneices will attack the last of the gates, he decides to confront him himself.  The chorus protests that Polyneices and Eteocles are brothers….both sons of Oedipus.  It is not fitting for brothers to be fighting each other to the death.

Eteocles and Polyneices end up killing each other.  Both of their bodies are brought into the city.  As their sisters, Antigone and Ismene, grieve, a herald arrives and announces that the Governors have declared that while Eteocles is to be buried with pomp, Polyneices’ body is to be thrown to the dogs.  Antigone is prepared to defy this order and carries off the body of Polyneices.  Antigone is not into submissive silence. Ismene leaves with the body of Eteocles.  The chorus of women splits, some going with Antigone and others with Ismene. 

In addition to the tension between men and women in the play, a strong current running throughout is that the sins of the fathers are visited on their children.  Many references are made to the wrong-doing of Oedipus, who killed his father and married his mother.  Now the sons of this union are both dead.  “O curse of Oedipus!  O malison dark…unrelenting…damning all his line!”

My husband once told me that as a young man, he avoided some temptations by thinking that he couldn’t bear the idea that wrong-doing on his part might harm his future children.  The world would be a better place if more young men and women gave that notion some consideration.

Immanuel

If I choose a sign for myself,

It will be....

Mundane,

Unimaginative,

Trapped in convention,

Restricted to the possible.

But, God....

If you choose a sign to give me,

It will be....

Unique,

Creative,

Infinitely exciting,

Past the limits of my mind.

Immanuel,

Immanuel,

Born of a virgin,

God with us!

God with me?

God with me!

O come, O come, Immanuel

Faith, Reason, Truth

Faith and Reason are twin lenses through which we can look at the fascinating world in which we live.  They are equally important filters through which we can pour the never ending stream of information which is available to us in a quest to shake out the nuggets which are Truth.

The person of Faith should not ignore Reason.  If one believes in God as Creator, he should recognize that God gave man a mind quite purposely, expecting him to use it.  Not pouring information through the filter of Reason results in a shapeless mass of disjointed emotion, totally impractical for surviving the world.

The person of Reason should not ignore Faith.  Believing in order, logic and science is all well and good, but it has limitations.  Much of what is beautiful and connects with our spirits is not easily explained by Reason alone.  A sunset or a symphony can be explained in scientific terms, but how and why do we appreciate their beauty?  Not pouring information through the filter of Faith results in a rigid structure not suited for real life.

Exercising Faith and Reason together allows a rich and never-ending appreciation for all that swirls around us.  It allows us to grasp what is trustworthy and solid out of chaos and information overload.  It is man’s only shot at finding Truth.

The Persians by Aeschylus

This play is written from the perspective of the Persians, but Aeschylus was, of course Greek.  Since the story that unfolds describes the defeat of the Persians by the Greeks, one might wonder about its objectivity.

However, the basic theme is that of pride.  Xerxes, son of Atossa and Darius (who is deceased and appears in the play as a ghost) is not satisfied to rule Persia.  He wants to expand his boundaries, and so, he attacks Athens.  When word of the slaughter of his army reaches Queen Mother Atossa and the Persian Ministers of State, great sorrow is expressed and the consensus is reached that pride was his downfall.  “…proud thoughts are not for the worm called man.”  When man is guilty of such, he will find God willing to help him along to his demise.  “…when man, shod with haste and girt with pride, beckons his own doom, God is on his side.”

The desire for material possessions is also critiqued.  “Possessions must not be revered save as men use them; yet they that have none, how poor!  To them what luster hath the sun?”  Apparently this is an age-old problem.  Abundance does not buy ones happiness, but poverty is certainly not pleasant either.  The you-can’t-take-it-with-you notion appears as:  “Where dead men lie, wealth nothing profiteth.”

The play ends with Xerxes and the chorus of ministers of state exchanging laments…many, many laments.  I can picture the Greek audience rising to their feet in applause as Xerxes exits inconsolable and in utter defeat.

What was Aeschylus’ objective?  Did he just want to puff up the Greeks regarding their victory?  Or, did he hope that using the Persians as an example would cause the Greeks to examine their own tendency toward pride?

It is always easier to see pride in another than in oneself.  Pride has a way of infiltrating the mind and sneaking up on us.  It muddies up our objectives and priorities.   Thank you Aeschylus for the reminder.

A Season for Reason

Apparently a billboard sponsored by atheists reads, "You know it's a myth...this season, celebrate reason."
Seriously????  This statement is not a logical and well-reasoned argument.  It is an appeal to the emotions. No one wants to be duped into believing a myth.  That would be stupid, and no one wants to look stupid!


One of the things that really makes my blood boil is when atheists imply that their beliefs are a product of logic and intelligence, which is absent in persons of faith.  If they are so logical, why don't they put one of their "well-reasoned" arguments on the billboard?  They have no way to prove that the Christmas story is a myth.  Their promotion is clever, but it doesn't exactly reek of intelligence.


This season, I will celebrate reason.
It is reasonable to believe that intelligence is derived from intelligence.  Man was made in the image of God.
It is reasonable to believe that the orderly universe in which we live was the plan of an intelligent being and not a random accident.
It is reasonable to believe that man is creative, because he is the product of a Creator.
It is reasonable to believe that giving man a choice means that some will choose to do what is wrong.
It is reasonable to believe that a God who is personal and cares about man on a personal level would have a plan to lift man out of the mire he creates for himself.
It is reasonable to believe that the best way to communicate with man would be to become one.
It is reasonable to believe that only a perfect man could die for the misdeeds of another.
It is reasonable to believe that Jesus existed....that He was a real person.  (If he is a myth, he is the most powerful myth in all of human history.)
It is reasonable to believe that the man Jesus, being also God, can bridge the gap between God and man.


I celebrate the birth of God's son....deity temporarily clothed in humanity.
I celebrate His life of good deeds and kindness...an example to follow.
I celebrate His sacrificial death which purchases my redemption.
I celebrate the comfort of a personal relationship....I am His child.
I celebrate the fact that I do not have to segregate my intellect from my beliefs.


I grieve for people who don't recognize that it is NOT their intellect that prevents them from believing.  It is the inability to admit their need and the fear that they might have to change their behavior.


"For unto you is born this day, a Savior."
CELEBRATE!

Living Lyrics

This week I have been attending the ECHO Agricultural Conference, a gathering of people from all over the world who are interested in the development of third world countries through agriculture.  What a fascinating group of about 250 people are assembled from all continents!

Presentations to the entire group have occupied the mornings, while dozens of educational sessions have been offered during the afternoons and evenings.  My background is not in agriculture.  (I am tagging along with my husband who has been making presentations on drip irrigation.)  However, there has been plenty to stimulate my curiosity, from a hands on workshop in use of fruits and vegetables not typical to the American diet, to a presentation on the nutritional benefits of trace elements.

I have greatly enjoyed lectures which focused on big picture concepts.  As Americans our hearts are moved with compassion by a disaster we hear of in another country, and we open our wallets.  Too frequently we do not consider that we may do harm through aid that goes on too long, and that does not morph into development.

The benefit of this conference to me, however, has gone beyond the intellectual.  I have met real people who grapple with real issues, and who are expending their lives in service to others and to God.  While not all attendees share the same commitment to Christ, most do.  The morning devotional time has been very moving.  One morning included a tribute to the man whose vision brought ECHO into being.  Another morning included a tribute to a young woman, who had been an intern at ECHO, and who was killed in northern Afghanistan this past year while serving the people there.

It was humbling to stand in this group and hear them sing these words together:

You are the God of the broken

The friend of the weak

You wash the feet of the weary

Embrace the ones in need

And I want to be like you, Jesus

To have this heart in me

You are the God of the humble

You are the humble King

Oh, kneel me down again

Here at Your feet

Show me how much You love

Humility

Oh spirit be the star

That leads me to

The humble heart of love

I see in You

It is one thing to hear these words sung by a group of Americans who live a comfortable middle class life.  It is quite another to hear the words from the mouths of those who have actually been in difficult circumstances living out the lyrics.

Sunday Morning Adventure

Normally my husband and I attend a different church than his parents do.  However, this morning they wanted to go to our church, because we were having a special missionary speaker.  They know her personally and were anxious to see her.


My husband is out of town on a business trip, so picking them up and transporting them to church was my responsibility.  My father-in-law is 93 and a bit unsteady on his feet.  My mother-in-law is 92 and terribly unsteady, to the point that if she goes outside of the house, it is in a wheelchair.  They should not be trying to live on their own any more, but that is another story.


In any event, I arrived to pick them up in plenty of time, and they were ready.  My mother-in-law was just getting into the wheelchair at the back door, and my father-in-law was "in control" of the situation.  He dislikes situations in which he is not in control.  He had hold of the wheelchair, so I closed and locked the doors.  Meantime, he was pushing my mother-in-law down the ramp.  Hmmm....actually gravity was taking her down the ramp and he was "skating" behind.  It had snowed overnight and the ramp was slick.  I could see him going faster and faster, but couldn't do anything about it.  By the time they reached the flat ground at the bottom, he was literally hanging on for dear life and sliding behind her as if there were runners on his shoes.


We got her settled in the car and while I was buckling her in, he attempted to put the wheelchair in the trunk.  He was unable to do this....should that be a surprise?  Can most 93 year-olds sling a wheelchair in the back of a car?  I finished the job.


Off we went.  I heard some rustling in the back seat.  Usually I pick up my granddaughter, but she was not going this morning.  I said that she wouldn't be coming, but my father-in-law had not heard me, so he was busy trying to make room for her.  There was a brunch after the service this morning, and I had placed a French toast casserole on the back seat.  In the bag with it was a container of raspberry sauce to go on top. He was tipping the bag this way and that trying to make room on the seat for another passenger.  He, of course, had no knowledge as to what was in the bag.  Fortunately, I saw what was happening and caught him before the sauce spilled.


On the way, my mother-in-law commented that we have an awfully long drive to church.  I said that we really didn't find it to be too bad.  The time goes quickly because we listen to Ravi Zacharias on the radio every Sunday morning.  My mother-in-law is both somewhat deaf and easily confused.  
"What," she said, "you mean you've had Ravi Zacharias preach at your little church!"
"No, no....we listen to him on the radio."   
Chuckle, chuckle to myself. (However, I have met Ravi Zacharias, and although he speaks internationally, he is wonderful, humble, man of God, who would gladly speak anywhere God called him to as many or as few as were present.)


When we arrived, I insisted on taking the wheelchair up the ramp.  A friend was out spreading salt on the ramp and called to me that the ramp was glare ice at the top.  I did not want to find out if my father-in-law could skate backwards, so I controlled the situation.


The service and brunch were uneventful.  I know my in-laws couldn't hear much of it, because of the questions they asked the speaker during the brunch.  But, that's OK.  They were happy to be there.


On the way home, my mother-in-law said a disgusted tone, "Humpf!  There were two men sitting at the organ during the service, but I don't think either one of them played it."
Trying to keep a straight face, I explained that they were not sitting at the organ.  The sound system is behind the organ.  One of the men was running the sound system.  The other is his son, who is slow mentally, and sticks tight to his dad during the service.  She should have been able to see the sound system from where she was seated, but apparently couldn't process what she saw.


I helped them in the house and left some food that wasn't eaten at the brunch with them.  Now I am home drinking hot tea.  I have a nasty cold, and everything I said to them this morning had to be repeated about 3 times, until I was finally shouting and straining my already sore throat.  But, I am smiling at the amusing little slice of my life that this morning represents.

The Suppliants by Aeschylus

The next installment in my quest to read “The Great Books” is a group of plays by Aeschylus.  Last night I read “The Suppliant Maidens.”  The forward tells me that this play was written about 490 BC.  Unfortunately, 2500 years later there are places in the world where the difficulty on which the drama hinges is still prevalent.

Daughters of Danaus have fled their home in Egypt in order to avoid being forced to marry men they do not love.  Their father supports them in their refusal and has accompanied them to the land of the Pelasgians.  Poor King Pelasgus is not anxious to get into a battle with the Egyptians.  His attitude is that he did not go looking for this problem and doesn’t want to be forced into protecting these young women.  The maidens, who comprise a chorus for the purposes of the play, plead with him to be the “ally of Justice and not Law.”

King Pelasgus apparently rules by the will of the people, so he must consult them before rendering a decision.  Fortunately for the maidens, the people are on the side of “Justice,” and agree to allow them to live in their city and under their protection.

The Egyptians arrive.  A confrontation ensues.  The Egyptians leave and the maidens enter the safety of the city.

Interestingly, now that they are not in jeopardy, the chorus of maidens breaks into different groups with seemingly dissenting opinions.  One group adamantly speaks against forced marriage.  Another group wonders at the possibility of a dreaded marriage ending up blissfully.  A group points out that God’s will (meaning, in this case, the will of Zeus) will prevail and that his purposes cannot be discerned.

“Can I look into the unfathomable deep?

Due measure when thou prayest thou should’st keep.

Where lies the mark that may not be o’ertrod?

Search not too far the purposes of God.”

The chorus concludes the play with:

“It contents me then, whate’er

The judgment which the Gods approve

If there be embodied there

Justice which my prayers could move.”

So….

Are they hoping for a relationship with God?

Do they believe that God can be moved by our prayers?

What is the balance between acceptance of God’s will and pleading our case before Him?

We are still grappling with these issues.

As a Christian, I believe in the ministry of the Holy Spirit in our lives when we pray.  I believe that He can guide us into praying within the will of God.  The Bible is also clear that He intercedes for us when we are struggling so intensely with an issue that we can’t figure out what to pray.  He interprets the agony of soul for which we cannot find words.  “The mark that may not be o’ertrod” may be unclear to us, but the Holy Spirit knows its exact location.  

I am trusting Him.