Christmas this year seemed more exciting than most. I've been pondering just why that is. Last year everyone had been together several times due to Mom's and Lisa's death and we had a good time on Christmas Day with lots of memories and lots of laughs.
But, this year... this year had a calm, sweet and meaningful "thing" attached to it. I had so many angels attending to me, both natural and 'maybe not' natural. I didn't have much baking to do, but there are still acres and acres of cookies and cakes here. There were several wonderful events for fellowship ~ like the fellowship meal the 18th, the cookie exchange the 16th, the Live Nativity the first of the month, the Christmas program the evening of the 18th, the "private" stamping party with Carole on the 23rd and the Christmas Eve open house. The laughs and fun times of people we love. It's the people that made the Christmas!! Of course, not all was "wonderful". During the early part of Advent I was stricken with a bad cold followed by a virus that kept me from enjoying or even participating in the 3rd Sunday of Advent. But, that seems insignificant to the 40 days of Advent and the following 12 days of Christmas.
The highlight of Christmas was that it fell on Sunday this year. While some churches canceled, abbreviated or changed their services, Mt. Pleasant had a special service that included many people, many songs and many scriptures. We had a wonderful time of worshiping the King who's Birthday we celebrated. It seemed as though no one was in a big hurry to leave the church. People were hanging around just laughing and talking. Christmas should always be on Sunday!!
We had guests for dinner, Julie's parents. That added to the joy, too, I think. We always miss the Carolina Clan, but still the house was full. We fixed the meat, dressing and bread, but that's it. Everything else was brought in by the "other" Elsea Clan. Slow cookers filled the counter tops and no one was over stressed or over worked. It was a wonderful time. Justin and his Clan came too and we enjoyed opening gifts and playing games. The gifts weren't the center, the people were. It was calm enough that doggy Diesel slept or rested almost the entire day, or so it seemed. What was different? In Christmas' past the stress of cooking and all that drifted like a pall over the holiday. Why not this year? Because it was SUNDAY! I am convinced!!!
Monday Christmas seemed to continue on. Even though it was just the Knight and I, we worked on differing projects that led us to looking at old pictures and old papers that brought a taste of the ancestors back to us. The sweet smell of clean, line dried clothes and sheets permeated the house at the end of the day. Leftovers to eat, but they were as good as the day before. Even yesterday was a sweet Christmas Day. I read the story of the "Star Mother's Youngest Child" and a few chapters of the "Christmas Chronicles" which reminded me of why we give and why caring seems so close this time of the year. I still lit the tree, even though many took their tree down yesterday. Mine will remain until Epiphany, though the empty stockings don't have quite the same draw.
Today it is raining. Strangely, both of us wish it were snow. The Knight never wishes for snow, but today, he mentioned how pretty snow would be. We are both slow moving this morning. Not quite ready to face the day ~ and that is okay.
Preparation for the new year is in process along with thoughts toward Ephiphany.... the Magi.. the recognition that Jesus was and is the center figure in the Christmas celebration. I want to continue Christmas through 2012 and on forward. Reading Harvey Yoder's blog helped us to see what that means. Recognizing that less than a month from now I will be standing on the island if Haiti to do some service in the name of Jesus, once again. Recognizing that over the next months there were be tragedy and triumph; life and death; sorrow and laughter. Yet one thing is sure. Christ is still King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Two turtle doves. Today is the 2nd day of Christmas. Merry Christmas!!!
When the song of angels is stilled.
When the Star in the sky is gone.
When the Kings and Princes are home.
When the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among people everywhere.
~author unknown, but borrowed from Harvey Yoder's blog.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
A Moderators Last Stand
The first weekend of November, 2009 I was elected to be the Moderator-Elect for the Shenandoah District of the COB. I thought they were crazy then and I still think so. For the latter part of 2009 and 2010 I tried to watch the Moderator, Bernie Fuska do his job. Watching as I had done in years past through other Moderators as I served on the District Board. It seemed to be a position that didn't require much major work, the District even provided a "script" and all the supporting paperwork, so I felt relatively confident that everything would go fine.
In November 2010 we adopted a new Constitution and By-laws that re-created the District Board into a "Leadership Team" and having worked through the Gifts Discernment Team, we were all set to enter into a new era. I announced my Theme for my year as Moderator to be "Mission Possible" based from the book of Matthew and even had a vinyl of that scripture created for my car. Who knew? I was psyched for all the wonderful things that would happen with the new organizational plan and all the wonderful visioning that would come from it. I was SO EXCITED!!! The only gray cloud hanging around was the query set for Annual Conference in Grand Rapids. And that was far away from Shenandoah.
*BAM* *BANG* *CRACK* *BOOM* ~ At the first organizational meeting of the new Leadership Team, our District Executive Minister of 20+ years announced his retirement. Totally unexpected we all sat there kind of numb. We knew this was big stuff, but we'd manage. Right? We wanted to take an opportunity to include the whole District in this effort, so our Leadership Team Chair, (yay for Gift's Discernment), who "just happened to be" a really good administrator, began the strategy to do just that, by wrestling through the District. All those first hearings went well. We were confident. Moving forward. Then.... as the first 'real' preparations for this year's District Conference began to take shape... *BAM* *BANG* *CRACK* *BOOM* *ZING* ****OUCH***** Our Associate District Executive Minister announces she has taken another position. YE-OW and BIG OUCH!!! Joan is the heart and soul of organizing District Conference and she has been doing the work of two (ten) ~ what will we do? What will "I" do??? While this new position for Joan is top notch for her. She'll do extremely well, but ummmm.... what now?
The second set of hearings were met with "uh ohs" and not so much excitement and "let's move forward". We were all shell shocked by this "impossible" situation. Remember in the first paragraph where I said I thought they were crazy to elect me. Well, let me tell you, now I KNEW they were. All of a sudden the Administrative Assistant became the Administrator (God bless her) and she has done a fabulous job. Between the two of us and all the rest of the P&A Committee and lots of other folks, we started to put together something that "resembles" the District Conferences of the past. I am so thankful for her... and all the rest, but especially her.
So, here I am.... it's been an interesting week and I am now less than eight hours away from the opening of the 2011 Shenandoah District Conference of the Church of the Brethren. Moderator. After all the battles... after all the totally impossible scenarios... here I am.
Mission Possible? Well, I noticed that there is a new Western State Hospital being built as you come up I81 now. I may end up there yet, but at 5 a.m. this morning I woke with all kinds of ideas floating around in my head that now are floating in cyberspace in word documents and emails. How am I feeling?.....
I AM psyched for all the wonderful things that have happened and will happen in 2012 and all the wonderful visioning that WILL come from all the possibilities. I AM SO EXCITED!!! And there are no more gray clouds. And "no" I'm not on medication. I am simply a woman chosen for a job I wasn't sure I could do, but He was. In me, He is shown to be strong in my weakness. In me, He is shown as the Father because I am just a child. I serve an awesome God... a God of life from ashes, possibilities from impossibilities. Tomorrow? Sunday? Next week? Next month? Next year? BRING IT ON!!!!
In November 2010 we adopted a new Constitution and By-laws that re-created the District Board into a "Leadership Team" and having worked through the Gifts Discernment Team, we were all set to enter into a new era. I announced my Theme for my year as Moderator to be "Mission Possible" based from the book of Matthew and even had a vinyl of that scripture created for my car. Who knew? I was psyched for all the wonderful things that would happen with the new organizational plan and all the wonderful visioning that would come from it. I was SO EXCITED!!! The only gray cloud hanging around was the query set for Annual Conference in Grand Rapids. And that was far away from Shenandoah.
*BAM* *BANG* *CRACK* *BOOM* ~ At the first organizational meeting of the new Leadership Team, our District Executive Minister of 20+ years announced his retirement. Totally unexpected we all sat there kind of numb. We knew this was big stuff, but we'd manage. Right? We wanted to take an opportunity to include the whole District in this effort, so our Leadership Team Chair, (yay for Gift's Discernment), who "just happened to be" a really good administrator, began the strategy to do just that, by wrestling through the District. All those first hearings went well. We were confident. Moving forward. Then.... as the first 'real' preparations for this year's District Conference began to take shape... *BAM* *BANG* *CRACK* *BOOM* *ZING* ****OUCH***** Our Associate District Executive Minister announces she has taken another position. YE-OW and BIG OUCH!!! Joan is the heart and soul of organizing District Conference and she has been doing the work of two (ten) ~ what will we do? What will "I" do??? While this new position for Joan is top notch for her. She'll do extremely well, but ummmm.... what now?
The second set of hearings were met with "uh ohs" and not so much excitement and "let's move forward". We were all shell shocked by this "impossible" situation. Remember in the first paragraph where I said I thought they were crazy to elect me. Well, let me tell you, now I KNEW they were. All of a sudden the Administrative Assistant became the Administrator (God bless her) and she has done a fabulous job. Between the two of us and all the rest of the P&A Committee and lots of other folks, we started to put together something that "resembles" the District Conferences of the past. I am so thankful for her... and all the rest, but especially her.
So, here I am.... it's been an interesting week and I am now less than eight hours away from the opening of the 2011 Shenandoah District Conference of the Church of the Brethren. Moderator. After all the battles... after all the totally impossible scenarios... here I am.
Mission Possible? Well, I noticed that there is a new Western State Hospital being built as you come up I81 now. I may end up there yet, but at 5 a.m. this morning I woke with all kinds of ideas floating around in my head that now are floating in cyberspace in word documents and emails. How am I feeling?.....
I AM psyched for all the wonderful things that have happened and will happen in 2012 and all the wonderful visioning that WILL come from all the possibilities. I AM SO EXCITED!!! And there are no more gray clouds. And "no" I'm not on medication. I am simply a woman chosen for a job I wasn't sure I could do, but He was. In me, He is shown to be strong in my weakness. In me, He is shown as the Father because I am just a child. I serve an awesome God... a God of life from ashes, possibilities from impossibilities. Tomorrow? Sunday? Next week? Next month? Next year? BRING IT ON!!!!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
That Church Music
After reading today's paper online, the letters to editor and ruminating on our latest Church Business meeting, I decided it was time to write some thoughts on church music.
Why do people get so excited about Church music when someone inserts a change? Why do people get so excited when a hymn shows up in the bulletin they aren't familiar with? Why do people get so excited when we sing a chorus rather than a hymn? I wish I knew.
Church music and the changes thereof have caused uneasiness down through the ages. Why? Well, the "c" word comes to mind. CHANGE! People hate change. But some hate it more than others. At my age, I'm not a big fan of change, but dang, every day something changes, so you have to roll with it. Give some room.
The early church, undoubtedly sang the Psalms. (The songs...) Somebody, at some point, came up with a "new" song. I expect when they sang it for their fellowship, some body raised the roof about their "evil music". I mentioned to someone a while back that I'd like to see us use a Psalter sometime for scripture memorization. That didn't fly. I keep wondering why. I'm not a music person, meaning I cannot "read" music or play an instrument. I feel sort of "unBrethren" because of failure, but I get by. Still, I love music. I love the sound of it, I love the variety of it, I love the 'feel' of it. I love to sing. Sometimes it sounds pretty bad, but I love to do it all the same. And I am not a music snob. I love ALL kinds of music ~ classic, traditional, rock, country, contemporary, you name it. When I have the opportunity to hear something "new" I enjoy it. So, I get very disturbed when people complain about "new" music! No, I get more than disturbed, it drives me nuts. Seriously, can't you find something BETTER to complain about?
Music in church has divided congregations more than it should. Fanny Crosby is a favorite hymn writer of many. Yet, her songs were set to the music of "familiar tunes" of the day. Familiar... as in... secular tunes. William Booth ? The same. How about my favorite, "Be Thou My Vision"? Not a sacred tune, I can tell you. Many folks complained about these artists music ~ not the words, mind you, but the tunes. "Devils music", they said. Well, William Booth answered with a question, "Why should the Devil have all the good tunes?" These same songs are some of the famous songs now that we all tout. Enter in Casting Crowns, Mercy Me, dare I say, News Boys. Songs, choruses... They have to have a SPECIAL TIME set aside to sing. Fifteen minutes before "church" starts we can sing those, but not during service. "We" (whomever 'we' are) don't like those songs, but we'll 'allow' you to have them before we get there.
Rebel that I am, I state, here, for the world to read, SICK of being told this garbage. God is interested in the words and heart of the song. I wonder what King David would think about our silly quarrels over music? Piano and organ only? He didn't have those, so used whatever he could find... lyre, drum, pipes... Let us sing on, play on, enjoy the words sung to the God of the Ages!!! At every service, at any time. Get over yourselves. Stretch yourselves. See what God can do!!!
Why do people get so excited about Church music when someone inserts a change? Why do people get so excited when a hymn shows up in the bulletin they aren't familiar with? Why do people get so excited when we sing a chorus rather than a hymn? I wish I knew.
Church music and the changes thereof have caused uneasiness down through the ages. Why? Well, the "c" word comes to mind. CHANGE! People hate change. But some hate it more than others. At my age, I'm not a big fan of change, but dang, every day something changes, so you have to roll with it. Give some room.
The early church, undoubtedly sang the Psalms. (The songs...) Somebody, at some point, came up with a "new" song. I expect when they sang it for their fellowship, some body raised the roof about their "evil music". I mentioned to someone a while back that I'd like to see us use a Psalter sometime for scripture memorization. That didn't fly. I keep wondering why. I'm not a music person, meaning I cannot "read" music or play an instrument. I feel sort of "unBrethren" because of failure, but I get by. Still, I love music. I love the sound of it, I love the variety of it, I love the 'feel' of it. I love to sing. Sometimes it sounds pretty bad, but I love to do it all the same. And I am not a music snob. I love ALL kinds of music ~ classic, traditional, rock, country, contemporary, you name it. When I have the opportunity to hear something "new" I enjoy it. So, I get very disturbed when people complain about "new" music! No, I get more than disturbed, it drives me nuts. Seriously, can't you find something BETTER to complain about?
Music in church has divided congregations more than it should. Fanny Crosby is a favorite hymn writer of many. Yet, her songs were set to the music of "familiar tunes" of the day. Familiar... as in... secular tunes. William Booth ? The same. How about my favorite, "Be Thou My Vision"? Not a sacred tune, I can tell you. Many folks complained about these artists music ~ not the words, mind you, but the tunes. "Devils music", they said. Well, William Booth answered with a question, "Why should the Devil have all the good tunes?" These same songs are some of the famous songs now that we all tout. Enter in Casting Crowns, Mercy Me, dare I say, News Boys. Songs, choruses... They have to have a SPECIAL TIME set aside to sing. Fifteen minutes before "church" starts we can sing those, but not during service. "We" (whomever 'we' are) don't like those songs, but we'll 'allow' you to have them before we get there.
Rebel that I am, I state, here, for the world to read, SICK of being told this garbage. God is interested in the words and heart of the song. I wonder what King David would think about our silly quarrels over music? Piano and organ only? He didn't have those, so used whatever he could find... lyre, drum, pipes... Let us sing on, play on, enjoy the words sung to the God of the Ages!!! At every service, at any time. Get over yourselves. Stretch yourselves. See what God can do!!!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Random Thoughts on Life in the 21st Century
A few days ago a friend sent me an email about being born before the 1970's. The email rambled on about children riding bicycles without helmets and all sorts of random things that were about my life as a child and, actually, some of my children's lives as well. It bestowed some fond memories, but also helped me "see", to some small degree, how paranoid we have become as a nation. In the early 70's I could still buy paregoric at the druggest. Camphorated tincture of opium!!! Yep, I could sign for one ounce at a time for use as an analgesic. Nothing worked better than a couple of drops of paregoric in a glass of water for cramps. Never thought of abusing it, though I'm sure some did. But, there were regulations for that! Now the regulation is, you can't buy it at all.
I also could sign for Robitussin Cough Syrup with Codeine. Yep, it was regulated too. I didn't abuse that either. Now I have to have a prescription. For my own good, of course.
A few years ago I could go in and buy large boxes of Sudafed. Thanks to the criminal element of society I now cannot buy it for the family, but rather only for myself... one 30 day supply per month per person. If this were not bad enough... maybe I can even understand it a little bit... we've certainly gone off the road into the ditch at this point.
A couple of weeks ago I went to buy a 3 pack of compressed air for a project to keep my cat off the furniture in the living room. I am 55 years old and had to show my I.D. for that single can of compressed air (no more 3 packs... illegal). COMPRESSED AIR!!! I.D.!!!
Today I read two articles "in the news". Seems the "underworld element" has produced some "bath salts" that contain some kind of super addictive, nasty chemical that is causing some addicted people to behave insanely by snorting, injecting or otherwise using the "bath salts". So, our government in its great wisdom are on the bandwagon to BAN THEIR SALES. Okay, so they are not "bath salts", so ban them, but DON'T CALL THEM BATH SALTS!!! They aren't. Bath salts contain epsom salts, fragrance and softeners. Seriously, don't tell me my Bath Salts are ILLEGAL TO OWN! Ban the chemical if you want to, if you absolutely must, (for my own good, of course), but QUIT CALLING IT some innocuous name.
Next article. You and I have high cholesterol. Big Brother is VERY concerned about my health and yours. So, consideration is being made to put Statins in your McD's burger. And all those depressed children? How about a psychotropic in their Happy Meal? I mean, why not? All these kids injecting Bath Salts and sniffing Compressed Air. They must be horribly depressed.
"1984" is no longer a required "Classic" in high school. Neither is "Brave New World", which to read is very scary in today's environment. Aldous Huxley was a visionary, in my opinion. George Orwell wasn't far behind.
We have become so accustomed to our governments and other authorities "Nanny-ing" us that we fail to think for ourselves. Take statins for instance. I argued for several years with my doctor over the issue of whether or not to take them. I am taking them now, after trying numerous other ways, but the oversight is negligible.
My cholesterol count dropped 70 points in 3 months on a statin. I keep wondering what the next six months will show. I haven't been checked since and am not "due" for several more months. That makes me nervous! In the beginning, when they were first common-ized (new word), blood tests were required every 3 months to check one's liver enzymes. Now it's every 6 to 12. A little scary for me, so I supplement with Milk Thistle. Most people I know who take them have leg cramps regularly. Why haven't their doctors told them that statins destroy CO Q10 in their muscles? Only the "self-informed" I know take that enzyme along with their statin, yet EVERY ARTICLE I've ever read recommends it. But, Nanny "forgot" to tell you, so, well, Doctor's know best. Right? Don't check it out for yourself. Heck, don't even call the doc and tell him (even though it says to on all the literature they gave you that you didn't read).
Lest one thinks that this is my "old age" showing. I assure you it is not. Today is my oldest son's 37th birthday. When he was a baby I took him to Dr. Way in Winchester. Old Dr. Way looked at him and started writing a prescription without saying anything to me at all. Now I know I was only 19, maybe 20, but still, Justin was mine. So, I said, "what's that for" and he said, "honey, don't you worry about it. Just take it to the pharmacy and follow the instructions. I'm the doctor." I looked at old Dr. Way and as he handed me the script, I tore it up in his face and said, "I don't give my child anything that I don't know what it's for." Period. The end. I took him to Dr. Jones the next day, got the same med for an ear infection. He explained everything. Was the best pediatrician I ever had and I was broken hearted when he moved to Texas. He served my children well. So, see, I've always been careful and well read.
We have become a nation of lemmings. We do not think for ourselves and if we do, we are labeled as "rebels". We not only want to be taken care of, we demand it of our authorities, and, of course, they love the control.
From opium to bath salts and all things in between ~ do we really need someone to outlaw a chemical that destroy us? Isn't information enough? Shouldn't we hold some responsibility?
Everyone knows cigarettes kill. EVERYONE! Yet, we all know nurses that smoke. NURSES!! It's legal, right? I watch people who have no jobs, no visible means of support, yet they smoke a pack of cigarettes a DAY to the tune of about $5. That's $150. a MONTH!!! I know other people that talk about their budgets all the time. "If I just had an extra $100 a month." Well, you would if you didn't smoke it away. Wanna outlaw something? How 'bout that?
Having been a former smoker, I can smell it when I walk into a room that has housed smokers. Not someone smoking, but smokERS. But, the Nanny government makes money from the tax on those cancer sticks. So, they are legal.
You know what? TAX, TAX, TAX.... the old adage of "sin tax" holds true. If someone wants to make meth with their sudafed, then, by God, TAX them! Any more than 90 days worth, slap a huge tax on them. They are making an illegal drug with no medicinal value... arrest them, charge them. But do NOT punish me. If I want to grow marijuana in my back yard for my use ~ my business. If I want to grow it and sell it, then TAX the crap out of me!!! TAX, TAX, TAX.
So, this is my rant for today. From paregoric to bath salts. From statins by prescription to statins in your burger. And they ask me why I'm a Libertarian? Seriously? You gotta be kidding. A lemming, I ain't.
Rambling Rose... Hey it's Monday :)
I also could sign for Robitussin Cough Syrup with Codeine. Yep, it was regulated too. I didn't abuse that either. Now I have to have a prescription. For my own good, of course.
A few years ago I could go in and buy large boxes of Sudafed. Thanks to the criminal element of society I now cannot buy it for the family, but rather only for myself... one 30 day supply per month per person. If this were not bad enough... maybe I can even understand it a little bit... we've certainly gone off the road into the ditch at this point.
A couple of weeks ago I went to buy a 3 pack of compressed air for a project to keep my cat off the furniture in the living room. I am 55 years old and had to show my I.D. for that single can of compressed air (no more 3 packs... illegal). COMPRESSED AIR!!! I.D.!!!
Today I read two articles "in the news". Seems the "underworld element" has produced some "bath salts" that contain some kind of super addictive, nasty chemical that is causing some addicted people to behave insanely by snorting, injecting or otherwise using the "bath salts". So, our government in its great wisdom are on the bandwagon to BAN THEIR SALES. Okay, so they are not "bath salts", so ban them, but DON'T CALL THEM BATH SALTS!!! They aren't. Bath salts contain epsom salts, fragrance and softeners. Seriously, don't tell me my Bath Salts are ILLEGAL TO OWN! Ban the chemical if you want to, if you absolutely must, (for my own good, of course), but QUIT CALLING IT some innocuous name.
Next article. You and I have high cholesterol. Big Brother is VERY concerned about my health and yours. So, consideration is being made to put Statins in your McD's burger. And all those depressed children? How about a psychotropic in their Happy Meal? I mean, why not? All these kids injecting Bath Salts and sniffing Compressed Air. They must be horribly depressed.
"1984" is no longer a required "Classic" in high school. Neither is "Brave New World", which to read is very scary in today's environment. Aldous Huxley was a visionary, in my opinion. George Orwell wasn't far behind.
We have become so accustomed to our governments and other authorities "Nanny-ing" us that we fail to think for ourselves. Take statins for instance. I argued for several years with my doctor over the issue of whether or not to take them. I am taking them now, after trying numerous other ways, but the oversight is negligible.
My cholesterol count dropped 70 points in 3 months on a statin. I keep wondering what the next six months will show. I haven't been checked since and am not "due" for several more months. That makes me nervous! In the beginning, when they were first common-ized (new word), blood tests were required every 3 months to check one's liver enzymes. Now it's every 6 to 12. A little scary for me, so I supplement with Milk Thistle. Most people I know who take them have leg cramps regularly. Why haven't their doctors told them that statins destroy CO Q10 in their muscles? Only the "self-informed" I know take that enzyme along with their statin, yet EVERY ARTICLE I've ever read recommends it. But, Nanny "forgot" to tell you, so, well, Doctor's know best. Right? Don't check it out for yourself. Heck, don't even call the doc and tell him (even though it says to on all the literature they gave you that you didn't read).
Lest one thinks that this is my "old age" showing. I assure you it is not. Today is my oldest son's 37th birthday. When he was a baby I took him to Dr. Way in Winchester. Old Dr. Way looked at him and started writing a prescription without saying anything to me at all. Now I know I was only 19, maybe 20, but still, Justin was mine. So, I said, "what's that for" and he said, "honey, don't you worry about it. Just take it to the pharmacy and follow the instructions. I'm the doctor." I looked at old Dr. Way and as he handed me the script, I tore it up in his face and said, "I don't give my child anything that I don't know what it's for." Period. The end. I took him to Dr. Jones the next day, got the same med for an ear infection. He explained everything. Was the best pediatrician I ever had and I was broken hearted when he moved to Texas. He served my children well. So, see, I've always been careful and well read.
We have become a nation of lemmings. We do not think for ourselves and if we do, we are labeled as "rebels". We not only want to be taken care of, we demand it of our authorities, and, of course, they love the control.
From opium to bath salts and all things in between ~ do we really need someone to outlaw a chemical that destroy us? Isn't information enough? Shouldn't we hold some responsibility?
Everyone knows cigarettes kill. EVERYONE! Yet, we all know nurses that smoke. NURSES!! It's legal, right? I watch people who have no jobs, no visible means of support, yet they smoke a pack of cigarettes a DAY to the tune of about $5. That's $150. a MONTH!!! I know other people that talk about their budgets all the time. "If I just had an extra $100 a month." Well, you would if you didn't smoke it away. Wanna outlaw something? How 'bout that?
Having been a former smoker, I can smell it when I walk into a room that has housed smokers. Not someone smoking, but smokERS. But, the Nanny government makes money from the tax on those cancer sticks. So, they are legal.
You know what? TAX, TAX, TAX.... the old adage of "sin tax" holds true. If someone wants to make meth with their sudafed, then, by God, TAX them! Any more than 90 days worth, slap a huge tax on them. They are making an illegal drug with no medicinal value... arrest them, charge them. But do NOT punish me. If I want to grow marijuana in my back yard for my use ~ my business. If I want to grow it and sell it, then TAX the crap out of me!!! TAX, TAX, TAX.
So, this is my rant for today. From paregoric to bath salts. From statins by prescription to statins in your burger. And they ask me why I'm a Libertarian? Seriously? You gotta be kidding. A lemming, I ain't.
Rambling Rose... Hey it's Monday :)
Friday, January 7, 2011
A Book Review ~ The Liturgical Year
As an anabaptist/pietist sort of woman, I've had little exposure to the liturgical year, so the opportunity to read this book really struck a cord. The "exact" title is The Liturgical Year, the spiraling adventure of the spiritual life, written by Joan Chittister. What a great little book! Joan writes in a very easy to read way to explain how we need to look at ancient practices from time to time to live today. The liturgical year has great importance to the Christian. It satisfies the hunger that each Christian feels about coming closer to Jesus on a daily basis. From Advent to Lent and all things before and after, each has a connection to the life of our Jesus and to us in our spiritual lives. Too bad the protestant and anabaptists missed using that Christian year more fully. This books goes through the Christian year with a look at each avenue providing a depth that isn't often there for us. If there was anything missing, I would say it's a genuine perpetual calendar that would help us who are unfamiliar to become even more liturgical in our lives. I really enjoyed this read and it gave me a push to learn even more about the Liturgical year in the Christian's life.
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