Monthly Archives: August 2012

Home (and Rome)


The little house around the block is for sale.  The sign’s been up for a long time, with no takers-and few lookers.  Attempts to give the house some curb appeal are relentless.  The freshly painted exterior touts four shades of In the Buff -or whatever the name for tan is nowadays; the front entry has been relocated to the side of the house away from the high-traffic street; and every time I go by, I see some new addition.  Week 16:  Two rocking chairs flank the front door.  Week 17:  cheerful daisy cushions, and bright blue ceramic pot with plant  Week 18:  A child-sized rocker next to the two big rockers and plant, so now, “ain’t nobody rockin’ nothin'”on that pocket-size porch. Week 19:  Three new 50’s style lawn chairs proclaim this is a very hip place and wouldn’t you just love to own these chairs and house -but, umm…wait- not too hip- for those whose religion is not comfortable with hip.  In which case, the silk-hydrangea front door wreath is a good hip replacement. Oh-and get this:  Did you know a carport can be legally advertised as a “Porta Vettura”?  Really.  Like some unsuspecting person is going to say,“What!??  That sounds like something from “Under the Tuscan Sun”-this must be a little Italian Villa and I must have it! ”

Well, I’m not buyin’ it.

No one can accuse the owners of not trying- they’ve done everything short of throwing in a free canned ham to potential buyers.  Their probably about ready to throw that ham at someone (or a prosciutto at someone).  The truth is, the house is not very attractive or practical- no garage, too few bathrooms- an odd little thing, really.  I think less spicing and lower pricing might do the trick.  But what do I know?  Let’s see…if my calculations are correct…NOTHING.  So, I feel sad for the owners and their anxious attempts to sell the seemingly unsellable.  Maybe Week 20 will reveal some casually placed Pink Flamingoes.

Well, now I’m thinking about life in general, and life in Christ, specifically.  I am so glad I didn’t have to place a realtor’s spin on myself to get God to love me.  Things like, “Great little fixer-upper” or “Lots of Potential in this Charmer!”.  No amount of kitsch or glitz could cover my foundational flaws.  While I was yet a seriously BIG “fixer-upper” with no potential and not the least bit charming, I was bought for way more than the Market Value. That’s a deal-in any language-but it was initially written to those in Rome, as in Porta Veturra.

While I was yet a sinner, Christ died for me.   Romans 5:8



Lost Cause


I prayed God would give me a love for the lost.  He answered that prayer.  I just didn’t expect the lost to be the ones I love!   My heart agonizes for them.   Yet it is a selfish agonizing in some ways.  I love them.  They are my lost. But the world is full of His Lost.   I better understand “for God so loved the world…”.  I want Him to reach my lost, and He wants me to reach His lost.

“How then shall they call upon Him in whom they have not believed?  And how shall they believe in Him whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher? And how shall they preach unless they are sent?”  Rom.10:14

Lord, help me to look beyond my own needs to those who need You.  Help me to feel the same urgency for Your lost as I do for mine.  

Bridezilla, Part 2


I just checked the world population clock.  I discovered at this very moment,  it’s really only 1/7,o35,505,938ths about me (and ticking).  That right there should cure any Bridezilla behavior.  But God must know I need a little extra assistance getting out of my Southern Belle-style attitude and as usual, the help  was right there in my daily reading, Colossians chapter 3:  “Clothe yourself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience”.   Each of these qualities in verse 12 are exact opposites of my Bridezilla self:   The opposite of cool or careless indifference is compassion. The opposite of abruptness, sarcasm and rudeness?  Kindness.  The opposite of being bent out of shape when things don’t go MY way?  Humility.  The opposite of harshness, flippancy? Gentleness. The opposite of annoyed and stressed?  Patience.  If I’d just “Say Yes to the Dress” found right there in Colossians Bridal Shop, everyone around me would consider it a very happy occasion.

Lord,  HELP!  The zipper is stuck on this ill-fitting dress of self-focus!  I want to be the “bride who has made herself ready” by exhibiting Your Designer Trademark:  LOVE.


Bridezilla, Part 1


I’ve never actually seen the show Bridezilla but girls tell me it’s about Brides behaving badly.  Really??  We need a show for that?  I have the worst of reality TV staring at me from the mirror!  Maybe it’s just me.  But maybe not.

Here’s a little test to assess how you rank on the Bridezilla scale:

1.  All the photos on your facebook are you, and you click “like” on all of them.

2.  You look up the word “self-absorption” and a photo of you is next to it.

3.  You pretty much always have a better idea.

4.  #1 on your weekly TO DO list,  is “take some ‘me’ time”-and that’s the whole list.

5.   You take your mirror’s admiration of you as conclusive evidence that you’re the best.

6.  Your normal tone of voice is a whine.

7.  Your neighbor’s house burned down and you tell her you’ve had a terrible week too because your dishwasher broke down.

8.  You think, “I could do such amazing things for God if I wasn’t surrounded by such idiots.“

9.  You’re miffed at the dozen red roses your husband brought home:  You like pink.

10.   You don’t believe the world revolves around me.

We are the Bride of Christ, and we’re supposed to be making ourselves ready.  I’m pretty sure that means the one in the mirror should reflect Him.

Ps. 17:15  I will be satisfied when I awake with Thy likeness.