Jan 31, 2009
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Jan 29, 2009
Power Ranger
Speaking of Oliver making fun of me... I may have bought 3 new shirts last week and they may all be the same color. An honest mistake, right? Well, now everyday Oliver gets home from work he refers to me as the Green Ranger and asks me where I put my dragon flute or if I had to call the Zord from the mote today. I couldn't be married to anybody else, life would be way too boring!
at second glance
Oliver enjoys making great fun of me for liking the singer Bebo Norman. I can't blame him, it's well founded teasing, so I giggle at his prods and continue listening. Bebo released a song recently called "Britney" that even I wanted to make fun. The song is written for Britney Spears and girls of the like. Ironically, my first instinct was to scoff at a song about Britney Spears and write it off. Today I read this:
I was up late, couldn’t sleep, watching some news channel, when yet another story about Britney Spears came on. My first instinct was to scoff and write it off, but then there was this freeze-frame shot of a look on her face of utter and absolute despair and confusion and brokenness—a look that I recognized. And I remember thinking “This girl is a child of God.” Suddenly, I saw her story not as something to mock, but as a real-life tragedy that is desperate for redemption and hope—a story not so different from any of our stories. Take away all the lights and cameras, and it’s really just a narrative of a girl so clearly in need of love, so clearly in need of the redeeming love of our God.
And suddenly, all I wanted to do was just apologize, over and over. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...on behalf of this fallen world, on behalf of our consumerism that so consistently devours what it wants and leaves the remnants in the wake of the search for the next fix, on behalf of believers, like myself, who mock and hurl stones rather than scribbling a message in the sand.
I think that night I saw her through the eyes of Jesus for the first time. I imagined what Jesus would say to me in my darkest hour and realized that those are the words we should speak to this world, to this culture, and even to Britney Spears in their darkest hour. “I’m sorry. Hope is here.”
–Bebo Norman
Still a little silly. Still love him!
I was up late, couldn’t sleep, watching some news channel, when yet another story about Britney Spears came on. My first instinct was to scoff and write it off, but then there was this freeze-frame shot of a look on her face of utter and absolute despair and confusion and brokenness—a look that I recognized. And I remember thinking “This girl is a child of God.” Suddenly, I saw her story not as something to mock, but as a real-life tragedy that is desperate for redemption and hope—a story not so different from any of our stories. Take away all the lights and cameras, and it’s really just a narrative of a girl so clearly in need of love, so clearly in need of the redeeming love of our God.
And suddenly, all I wanted to do was just apologize, over and over. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...on behalf of this fallen world, on behalf of our consumerism that so consistently devours what it wants and leaves the remnants in the wake of the search for the next fix, on behalf of believers, like myself, who mock and hurl stones rather than scribbling a message in the sand.
I think that night I saw her through the eyes of Jesus for the first time. I imagined what Jesus would say to me in my darkest hour and realized that those are the words we should speak to this world, to this culture, and even to Britney Spears in their darkest hour. “I’m sorry. Hope is here.”
–Bebo Norman
Still a little silly. Still love him!
Jan 27, 2009
Enough is Enough!
I have had the hardest time bringing myself to blog lately and I finally realized the reason... I hate our new site setup... yak!
Things to do:
#1 change okaywong blog page settings
#2 resume blogging without setting off gag reflex
athankyou
Things to do:
#1 change okaywong blog page settings
#2 resume blogging without setting off gag reflex
athankyou
Jan 24, 2009
You're smart
Telling a child, "you're smart" might be the wrong thing to say. From the front of gifted classroom I see a lot of kids that have been told they are smart their whole life, and they are. The troublesome thing, however, is when the "smartness" is an identity. This role in life creates a couple of problems.
kids treat knowledge more like currency and less like revelation
kids are afraid of curriculum because it has power to rip away their sense of self
kids miss the opportunity to be genuinely curious
Even though I didn't always listen, my parents taught me to enjoy knowledge - not to become it. This is truly human.
kids treat knowledge more like currency and less like revelation
kids are afraid of curriculum because it has power to rip away their sense of self
kids miss the opportunity to be genuinely curious
Even though I didn't always listen, my parents taught me to enjoy knowledge - not to become it. This is truly human.
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