You want me to give what? (Prayer devotional for the week of August 28)

I recall plenty of sermons on stewardship over the years, but I couldn’t tell you of a lightbulb moment when it dawned on me that my personal giving mattered. Giving—and tithing, in particular—is just something that I grew up doing. If I earned money babysitting, and later on when I got a “real” job, I was expected to give some to the church. When I grew up and paid more attention to developing a personal budget, all of the expenses were based on 90% of the earnings, because the first 10% went to the church. It never seemed odd to me; it was just what you did. Right?

I didn’t realize how weird I was. After all, it’s *my* money that *I* earned with *my* time and effort, so *I* should get to do with it as *I* please. Right? Or is it really mine, after all?

The Bible focuses a lot (more than we’d probably like to admit) on finances and giving. In 1 Chronicles 29, King David announced to the assembly of Israelites that he had committed an extraordinary sum to building the Lord’s temple. Following his example, the leaders and community members gave generously (and joyfully!), as well. David offered a prayer of thanks and told God, “Everything comes from you, and we have given you only what comes from your hand” (v. 14). He went on to ask the Lord to bless the givers and “keep these desires and thoughts in the hearts of your people forever, and keep their hearts loyal to you” (v. 18).

Don’t get me wrong; Americans tend to be pretty generous. Young adults in “Generation Y” give an average of $341/year, according to a 2010 survey by Convio. Gen Xers and Baby Boomers give incrementally more, while The Great Generation gives the most, on average, at $1,066/year. The numbers vary from source to source, but a common estimate is that Americans give about 3% of their earnings to charity, on average. That certainly isn’t chump change, and it adds up to billions of philanthropic dollars each year. Yet, do we give from the same attitude of selfless abandon that King David did, when he offered “personal treasures of gold and silver … over and above everything [that David had already] provided” (v. 3)? Do we give because there is joy in it, or because we feel obligated … or do we not bother to give at all? God calls us to be weird for him in many ways, and one of those ways should be our generosity.

Foodie Friday: Dry rubs

As a low-carber, I am leery of sauces. Even the savory ones tend to be chock-full of sugar. When it comes to bbq and other meat dishes, then, I like to use dry seasonings. Dry seasonings are flavorful and have nominal (if any) carbs.

For bbq, I like to use either a pre-mixed bbq seasoning blend or just good ol’ salt & pepper. We had burgers on the grill for dinner last night, and one of my sous chefs (the 10yo) wanted to help, so I let him salt & pepper the patties after I put them on the grill. One of the patties got way too much salt, so we had a little lesson in proper sprinkling technique. 😉

One of my favorite meat dishes is wings. I love — nay, LOVE!! — wings. I especially love lemon pepper and traditional “medium” flavor wings. Wing sauce is another tricky purchase, because some brands have a lot of sugar. I just read the labels. I haven’t been able to duplicate Wingstop’s fantabulous lemon pepper wings yet, but each attempt is a little better than the one before.

Tears

Omigoodness, I’ve cried more today than I have in the last six months, if not longer. A cousin of mine died of a heart attack today (I found out after I’d already written my earlier post about how frustrated I’ve been feeling). I cared about him a lot, but I think that hearing of his death has opened up a floodgate of tears that I’ve been holding back for a very long while.

I’m crying for his family. I’m crying jealous tears for his heavenly reunion with my brother and our other deceased family members. I’m crying because I don’t even know why. I don’t think that I’m normally an overly emotional person; I can usually be the voice of reason amidst other peoples’ panic; yet, right now, I’m a blubbering fool. I think I’ll just go to bed and hope that I don’t wake up congested with a headache and a sopping wet pillow.

Blessed, yet bumfuzzled

I’m filing this under “Grief” because I don’t know what else to call it. I try to keep the tone of this blog fairly upbeat, yet I want to be authentic. I know how very, very blessed I am. I have so many things for which to be thankful, and I am. Yet, at the same time, I feel defeated and disappointed right now.

How can such a paradox exist in my heart?!

I feel defeated by processes that are in motion all around me that affect me directly, yet I have no control over them. I feel helpless to influence the outcome. For eight hours a day, I struggle to discover what else I can possibly contribute, when it feels like I’ve already done all that I can do. It’s a deflating experience for a Straight-A kiddo like me to come face-to-face with the cold, hard fact that I can’t meet expectations.

I also feel disappointed by gestures that might have made me feel appreciative months or years ago, but now they just … don’t.

One thing that keeps me grounded is writing the weekly prayer devotionals. It helps me to focus on something outside of myself. Of course, kids are good for that, too. They give me plenty to think about every day! I’m trying not to dwell on my frustrations … they seem so pale in light of larger tragedies in the world …

Writing Wednesday: The Age of Enlightenment

I’m reading about the Age of Enlightenment this week in class. It’s moments like these when I wish that I would’ve minored in Political Science instead of Economics as an undergrad, so that I would have a better foundational understanding of key philosophers of political thought.

One thing that struck me as particularly interesting was Thomas Hobbes’ comparison of politics to geometry. Nowadays, we tend to think of politics as highly opinionated and not a topic that lends itself naturally to quantitative research. Early Enlightenment thinkers, however, believed that the hallmark of science is certainty, and the Maker (God, or in this case, the creations of the human mind) has ownership/rights over his creation.

Back to the topic of geometry: because we created definitions for shapes like triangles and circles, they can be mathematically explained. In a similar vein, Hobbes stated, “… civil philosophy is demonstrable, because we make the commonwealth ourselves.” We created the government; therefore, it falls under the same category of “certainty” as mathematical theorems.

I will be curious to see how the Age of Enlightenment unfolds.