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    Theresa Lode or, simply “T”, had her world turned upside down and inside out when her son was diagnosed with ADHD and a few other goodies. Her choice- follow the doctor's orders....or trust her heart and delve into the world of Free Range Education. She chose the latter...

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You might be a legalist if….

….all the other churches are messed up except for yours.

….you have a hard time finding other believers with the same level of “conviction” you have.

…you believe breastfeeding, “God’s Way”, is a mandate from heaven.

…you have a checklist of activities that must be fulfilled in order to receive God’s promises.

…you believe the Bible is a guidebook for righteous living and not a love story that reveals God’s kind heart.

…you believe the fate of your neighbor’s eternal lives is dependent upon your prayers and Gospel presentations.

…you believe God’s favor on your life is a result of your “obedience to the word.”  (And if others would only get their act together, they too could have favor.)

This was where I lived for many years. (Much of this, anyway.  I could never quite dig the militant breastfeeding doctrine.)   The fruit of it was joyless living and defeat.  When I run into someone still ensnared in this stuff I feel sad for them.

It also makes me mad at religion and the destruction in brings to people.

I was thinking about this last night as I watched a show called “Wide Angle” on PBS.  It was about a young woman who wanted to compete in the Miss Israeli beauty contest.  Because of the religious sect she is part of, there were actual DEATH THREATS against her because the contest require appearing in a bathing suit on TV.  And even more sadly…her UNCLE was one of the three people arrested for plotting her murder.

Now granted, I’m personally not into bathing suit displays and would not be a happy mom if Molly decided to cavort around in one as part of a competition.  (And God forbid…if *I* ever did the bathing suit thing there would be an entirely different motive for any death threats received. ;) )

After much turmoil and anguish, the young woman met with a tribunal, er, the religious leaders, who “persuaded” her to drop her pursuit of her dream.

I couldn’t help but think of the similarities between this radical stuff and the Christian culture here in America. (Check out Greg Boyd’s Myth of a Christian Nation for more on this.)

Wanna learn more?  Join the conversation over at “The God Journey.”

Learning to live loved….relaxed in God’s Grace….is still a fairly new thing to me.  It’s disorienting and fabulously freeing all at the same time.

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What is your will, God?

Oh speak to me, Jesus!

Oh speak to me, Jesus!

I love to rise early. This morning I settled into my chair on the deck with my cup of coffee….and a LOT of questions on my mind. Where should we move to next? What will homeschool look like this year? What about the many dreams I have….that haven’t materialized?

I don’t know about you but when I have so many things on my mind, it makes me want to go back to bed.

The prayer that I’ve prayed many times over the years, (yeah verily…I can pray it in King James,) without even thinking. Lord what is your will? Will you open a door for (fill in the blank)? Please send me a sign…a prophetic word…a Scripture…oh, for crying out loud, even a timely fortune cookie would be welcomed.

And I’m coming to the conclusion that here is his answer: What do YOU want?

Yep. You read that right. What do YOU want? Yeah…YOU! What is YOUR will? What are YOUR dreams?

Lemme explain. Much like institutionalized schooling has dumbed down the masses, I think institutionalized religion has dumbed us down in the dreaming department. We’re taught from the pulpit about this mysterious will of God. Told to pray for it, to seek it earnestly, to pursue at all cost. Of course, this “will” is never very well explained…it’s sort of a vague target out there.

(Unless of course the kid’s Sunday school needs a teacher….) ;)

I remember years ago as a foot-loose single. I would attend the early morning prayer time with a few others at the church. One morning, I was standing at the map of the world posted on the wall browsing…dreaming…praying when the pastor, a man whom I greatly loved and looked up to, gave me a squeeze on the shoulder and pointed to Montana and said, “Focus, focus…”

The tacit message was clear. God’s will for you is here.

Did the pastor dude have malevolent intentions? Of course not. But looking back at this as a solidly middle aged woman, if I had it to do over again, I should have told him to take a flying leap.

Religion confines people. It says, “Don’t do that!” and uses the fear of missing God’s will as a powerful control mechanism. And again, I’m not throwing rocks at people…it comes with the nature of any institution.
The value of the institution and its goals supersede that of the individual.

In its extreme, it’s Jonestown. (Remember that mass suicide?)
Or in a more recognizable form: For me it involves rethinking that nebulous topic: “God’s Will” and exploring in a new way the freedom that God has granted to every human being as we were created in his image.
Failure to do so is as deadly to the soul as that Kool Aid was to the lives in Jonestown.

Wanna live in the woods like Thoreau did? Go check it out. Wanna find a spouse? Do whatever practical steps you need to take and move forward. Find a job that makes you happy? Investigate new job options. You get the idea. I think God moves when we move simply because of that freedom thing.

I’m not trying to minimize any of these things, remember I’m the one that was up at 6:00 thinking of my own issues.
But I think we need to change our mentality from “God would you open a door” to something like, “God, I’m going to move forward and trust that MANY doors ARE open and I’m going to trust you to CLOSE the ones that are of no value to me in my journey.”

It’s taking me several years to sort this out and it’s by no means a done deal. But I will say this, the sense of freedom and joy it brings far, far outweighs the discomfort of setting aside old familiar, comfortable ideas.

“…..If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours…” Thoreau

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We were born to dance

bluegrassCall me an old hippie….I love Bluegrass music. And this past weekend was one of our favorite annual events, Bluegrass Along the Harpeth.

Enjoying the music; living the life

Enjoying the music; living the life

Having grown up in the 60’s/70’s I guess I come by it naturally. One of my warmest memories growing up was listening to my sister, Mary, sing and play her 12-string guitar. (And I played guitar for many years though I prefer playing piano these days.)

Our lives were shattered when Mary died of cancer at the age of 26 in the early 80’s. I think part of my fondest of acoustic instruments is in part because it reminds me of my precious sister. (“C’mon people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together try to loooooove one another right now…..”) Okay, so the Youngbloods aren’t quite Bluegrass, but you know…

My appreciation for bluegrass has grown over the years as I’ve seen its appeal across the ages. You’ll find old and young alike playing and picking together. Like for instance, this elderly grandpa who met Daniel’s best friend, Daniel Rothwell, and taught him some of the Old Time tunes.

Or watching Daniel R. play banjo while his granddaddy, Thomas Maupin buck dances.
Or maybe it’s a gaggle of kids in a pick up session of Rocky Top.
I love watching the dancing. And I especially loved watching a vision impaired Down syndrome little girl whirl and dance in time. Mama picked her up at one time so she could feel the vibrations on the speaker too. My eyes got leaky watching that one.

Music is powerful stuff! It often reminds me of how we were all born to dance…to celebrate….to be free.

This was contrasted to me the next day when we attended a celebration for a young woman who had gotten off parole and overcome some serious obstacles. She was quite literally, celebrating her freedom (sans banjo).

This gal has been either in prison or on parole for 10 of her 28 years. Through the efforts of Vicki Harvey and Leaving the Cocoon, and her mentor, Joanne, this young lady is a testament to the changing power of love and grace.

Looking into her eyes and the loved ones that surrounded her yesterday as we rejoiced together in her victories….I could hear that sweet music again. And watch a different dance, of grace, unfold.

It was a very good weekend.

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Born into captivity….destined for freedom

I really enjoy watching our ducks.  We have two of them and I find them absolutely delightful to watch.   But I also feel a twinge of sorrow for them when I see them plop themselves into a little bucket of water and splash around.  They’ll take turns doing that since it’s such a small container.   Then they’ll waddle off together.

When Molly holds her duck, (it is quite attached to her since we’ve had them when they were only a week old) the other one will quack with increasing urgency until they’re reunited.

Molly enjoying "Wak Wak" the duck

Molly enjoying "Wak Wak" the duck

One thing I’m learning watching our fowl…(chickens too) but especially the ducks….they live in the moment.  When we head out to feed them, they come flocking to you with expectancy but I don’t get the feeling they were hanging out there wondering if they were going to get fed.

When they’re done feeding, they wander around doing what chickens do.  Sometimes staring down their fellow peeps till something breaks the spell and they go back to scratching and pecking the ground. (THAT is hilarious to watch and all too reflective of human behavior at times.)  The roosters will chase the hens….the big rooster chasing off the little rooster at times.  And the hens at times clearly scorning the advances of the roosters.

But back to the ducks.  They just seem so doggone content all the time.

Happy ducks

They don’t know what their missing.  Their instinct….what they were born to do was to be around water and paddling on a pond is there…..but they are completely unaware of what it actually looks like.  They get a little taste of it when they duck their heads in a bucket of water but I can’t help but wonder if somewhere in their little ducky brains, they know there’s something more.

It makes me think about the books of Galatians and how Paul tells us were were born into freedom….yet we remain in captivity.  This analogy can be applied on so many different levels…from people working at jobs they hate to the 40-something adult wondering “Is THIS all there is?”  Or our inborn desire to love and be free though we continue to be trapped in the systems and expectations games that we’re trained to accept as normal.

Can you relate?

Can you relate?

And then of course, there’s the longing for heaven and a day when all things will be made right.

But for right now….I’ll just hang here and enjoy watching the ducks and learning from the chickens.   And thank God that any cages I find myself in are simply of my own making.

Freedom is a good thing

Today we’re heading to a gun and knife show.  I am so grateful to be living in a country where we can still keep and bear arms.  But of course, I always wonder how much longer we will have that right.

I often ponder this thing called freedom.  Our right to own guns can get swallowed up in laws.

But we do that in other areas too.  We turned the freedom Christ’s given to us into a set of laws and list of do’s and don’t.  We take a child’s natural curiosity and try to box it up in a curriculum.

Every time a decision is made out of fear, we lose a bit of that freedom.  Fear of guns, fear of “doing enough” in serving God or educating our children…all leads to a loss of freedom.  Glorious freedom.

We need to guard it jealously.

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