<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:59:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from Rebekah's Mouth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-3748734033072311164</id><published>2010-03-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:18:24.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem on the Perfect Wife</title><content type='html'>A perfect wife- who can find her?&lt;br /&gt;She plans beyond and co-signs a prenuptial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband has confidence in her,&lt;br /&gt;from her he will derive no little profit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earnings and not children she brings him&lt;br /&gt;all the days of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always busy with e-mail and with fax,&lt;br /&gt;she does her work with eager hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like an armored car&lt;br /&gt;protecting her assets day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets up while it is still dark&lt;br /&gt;giving her stockbroker a call&lt;br /&gt;giving orders to hurry up and buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sets her mind on a company, then she buys it&lt;br /&gt;with what her hands have earned she plans to reinvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She backs up all her work&lt;br /&gt;in the event her computer should freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends,&lt;br /&gt;She finds her labour well worth while;&lt;br /&gt;she and her husband can afford to go out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rules with a firm hand her work staff&lt;br /&gt;her fingers type furious e-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds out her hand to potential customers&lt;br /&gt;She closes her office door to the needy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economic crisis may come, she has no fears for her security,&lt;br /&gt;with all her finances readily accessible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes her own way in the world,&lt;br /&gt;she is dressed in fine business suits of the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is respected at the city council,&lt;br /&gt;taking his seat among the oldest investors of the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She weaves business plans and sells them,&lt;br /&gt;to the executive board at the meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a portfolio and liquid assets,&lt;br /&gt;she can laugh at the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opens her mouth, she does so quickly; &lt;br /&gt;on her tongue is snappy instruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps good watch on the conduct of her office,&lt;br /&gt;no breaks or idleness for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her executives stand up and proclaim her VIP,&lt;br /&gt;her husband, too, applauds her successes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many women have accomplished things,&lt;br /&gt;but you surpass them all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm is deceitful, and beauty wimpy;&lt;br /&gt;the woman who is high-up is the one to praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give her her share in what her hands have worked for,&lt;br /&gt;should she file for a divorce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let her earnings make her comparable to Bill Gates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-3748734033072311164?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/3748734033072311164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=3748734033072311164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/3748734033072311164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/3748734033072311164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/poem-on-perfect-wife.html' title='Poem on the Perfect Wife'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-8385480330583702507</id><published>2010-03-22T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:56:13.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes at night</title><content type='html'>At night, when all is still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my world becomes motionless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tick-tock is all I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the loud voices come, and I shudder with fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I safe?  I don't really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices have an agenda, an opinion to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about a place called "Hethker Reef Horn"- seems important to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argue and argue and won't let it rest...every night, it's the issue that starts the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the familiar deep voice speaks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all about the green, and life they will not spare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds dangerous- I don't want to go there- to Hethker Reef Horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it near or far away?  I don't know, but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soft close voice whispers, "it's happened- it's here" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tremble...it continues and grows louder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "how could anyone ever hurt a bay bee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what a "bay bee" is, but I don't think they are safe in Hethker Reef Horn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can stay here, close to the the soft voice- I just know I'll be safe then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-8385480330583702507?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8385480330583702507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=8385480330583702507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/8385480330583702507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/8385480330583702507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2010/03/echoes-at-night.html' title='Echoes at night'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-2816667495922819868</id><published>2010-02-19T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:30:10.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Music Lessons: the Sign of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; During the mass, what do we do right before the "Lamb of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class:&lt;/strong&gt; "The Sign of Peace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class: &lt;/strong&gt;puzzled look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel: &lt;/strong&gt;"I'll give you a hint.  It looks like this. (walks over and shakes a student's hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class:&lt;/strong&gt; "The Sign of Peace!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; "That's right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; "So what's the point of the Sign of Peace?  Why do we do it?  Is it a time to say, "Hey, I really like your sweater" (this is especially funny because all of the students dress code sweaters are virtually identical) or "what are you having for lunch today" or "can I come over today after school and play baseball at your house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class: &lt;/strong&gt;(shaking heads) NOooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; "So why do we do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class:&lt;/strong&gt; blank stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel: &lt;/strong&gt; The opposite of war is peace.  So, if we are at peace with others, it means we are not fighting, that we have forgiven them.  The sign of peace is a sign of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class:&lt;/strong&gt; (perking up a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; So, when I say, "Peace be with you", I'm really saying, "I forgive you" or "I'm sorry accept your forgiveness". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2-4th grades) Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; Now, some of you are thinking, "forgiving what? or sorry for what?"  Well, there will be times when we have not tried to hurt our peers through our words or actions.  There will be times when we have not been hurt by their words or actions.   But, because we are all on the same team, the body of Christ (members of the Church), we help out the team by saying we are saying for others failings and sin too.  And we forgive the failings and sins of those members of the Church whom we may have never even met.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel (to make sure students are coherent):&lt;/strong&gt; Do you think it is fair to say you are sorry for what other people have done?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class: (sheepishly shaking their heads):&lt;/strong&gt; It may not seem "fair" to say you are sorry for someone else's faults, but this is what Jesus asks of us, that we pray for others, apologize as a community, and give forgiveness to all of the community, or body of Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Friemel: Now, "let us turn to one another and offer a sign of peace".  (monitoring as some children shake the arm off their neighbor or hardly grasp their hand at all.) Please, be gentle.  Shake her hand.  There you go.  Oh, careful.  I'll give you the sign of peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Friemel: "As we do this, remember we are saying, "I forgive and I accept forgiveness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-2816667495922819868?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2816667495922819868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=2816667495922819868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/2816667495922819868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/2816667495922819868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-music-lessons-sign-of-peace.html' title='More Music Lessons: the Sign of Peace'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-9186358521222698739</id><published>2010-02-19T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:09:55.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Friemel's Music Lessons- and More</title><content type='html'>Part of my job requires that I visit children in grades Pre-K through 4th and share a "liturgical" music lesson with them.  This often consists of singing hymns and psalms from the upcoming mass, talking about the Saint's Feast or liturgical season, or high-lighting some part of the mass and talking about why we do it that way. This all is tied together with reading the scriptures for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my lessons are simple due to the fact that I am teaching children, reading and reflecting on the scriptures and lives of the saints, and then hearing input from the children has challenged me greatly in my understanding of the faith.  It really is true that in order to say something succintly, you have to have a full understanding and go much deeper with it than what the final product shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I will record, whether for private reflection by those who are simple (like me)and simply not theologians or as material for reaching children with profound and succint truths of the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Objective: Children will identify and discuss how Jesus is the "Word of God". They will learn the Lenten Response "Praise to You, Word of God, Lord Jesus Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel&lt;/strong&gt;: "What is the purpose of our words?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class: &lt;/strong&gt;"To communicate so we can understand each other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilliant child/good little Catholic answer:&lt;/strong&gt; "To show kindness and love through what we say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; "We use our words to tell people who we are.  I can tell you I am Ms. Friemel and I like to sing and I am a caring teacher.  See, I just told you about myself using my words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2-4th grade answer)Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; "That's right.  Our words show others what we are like, what's in our heart.  If we speak kind words to others, we show that we are kind.  If we speak unkindly, we are showing that we need to work on being more loving. Sometimes what we say is not as important as how we say it.  Can you think of a time when you said "Thanks a lot" to someone but meant something different?  Our tone, or how we say things, also tell people what's in our heart."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(all grades) Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; So, do you think our words have power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class: (&lt;/strong&gt;Puzzled look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, they do!  Even though words are invisible (we can't see them), we can use them to encourage others or say mean things.  Words have power to make someone happy or sad- to help or to hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; (to make sure students are coherent) Do words have power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Friemel:&lt;/strong&gt; "That's right!  And, in the beginning of time, God's word was so powerful, so strong, so full of love, that it became the very person of Jesus!  Jesus is God's ultimate way of saying that He loves us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(proceeds to teach "Glory to You" on pg. #333 of Ritual Song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-9186358521222698739?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/9186358521222698739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=9186358521222698739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/9186358521222698739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/9186358521222698739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-friemels-music-lessons-and-more.html' title='Miss Friemel&apos;s Music Lessons- and More'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-5526848672015433249</id><published>2009-10-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:12:55.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Full Participation"</title><content type='html'>Vatican II called for "full participation" during the sacred celebration of liturgy in the Church.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current job calls for me to plan, teach, and direct music for the weekly Children's Liturgy.  I find myself asking, "What does 'full participation' really mean?"  Does it mean participation in the absolute literal sense: singing every word and note to every song?  speaking audibly and clearly every word for every response during mass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people who are deaf "fully participate" then?  What if, due to a temporary or permanent disease, someone cannot speak or sing, and therefore "fully paricipate?" Or the parent who must get up during mass with their fussy infant and lull them back to sleep by walking around?  They're bound to miss something.  They're not fully participating. Or are they?  Let's not forget those who are too young, those who are too senile, and those who are too weak.  All of these may not be able to "fully participate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on and on.  The point is this: we are broken people who come to mass to receive Christ through the Word and the Eucharist.  Period.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a student of music and of singing (with a degree to show for it), I can tell you that people can sing without being present- without meaning it.  Singing can be, and often is, seperated from the emotion, the spirit, even sometimes the intellect.  I've been in choirs (not just church choirs) before where a piece of music that was either dislike or over-rehearsed became dry because the choir, as a whole, was no longer present.  In fact, it may be easier for a student of music, who has done a great deal of singing, to let their singing become "dry" and routine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's apply this to the mass.  But let us first make a distincion between being in auto-pilot with spiritual dryness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am in auto-pilot, I may very well appear to be participating- I might be singing, responding, going through all the "motions"- but my thoughts are else where: what's for dinner, why is she wearing that awful color? kind of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And I make little or no effort to bring my thoughts to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to mass, but I don't "feel" like being there and singing-(maybe I am sorrowful or anxious or nervous or confused), there is even more grace to be obtained if I continue to try, to pray, to seek, to ask God to help my mind and heart be engaged.  This is much like spiritual dryness, even if it is temporary.&lt;br /&gt;We will not always "feel" like being at mass.  But we go out of faithfulness and love for God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easy any of us can fall into this trap during mass!  We may be singing...but not participating.  Certainly, this is a rational statement, as we have discussed.  If this is true, then I'd like to propose another argument, a radical way of looking at the mass: &lt;br /&gt;We may be participating...but not singing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this possible?  Well, first of all, we know all things are possible with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if "he who sings, prays twice", then maybe the reverse is true.  He who prays twice in his heart &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;  singing.  Maybe physical or mental obstacles or age prevent him from doing so, but he is &lt;em&gt;present&lt;/em&gt; with the music that is being offered up during the Divine Liturgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, at every mass, we are celebrating the Heavenly Liturgy with all the angels and saints.  when we sing the "Sanctus", we are "joining in their unending song of praise...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot see or hear the angels and saints gathered around the altar at each mass.  But we accept with faith that they are there.  And how can an angel sing anyway?  They can't possibly have vocal chords because they do not have physical bodies as we have.  They are pure spirit.  Maybe their "song" takes the form of light or an energy emmitting from them.  But it certainly surpasses our understanding of singing.  Hmmm....Maybe we need to stop taking this full participation thing so literally and start trusting that when our hearts and minds are raised, we are with God, and that is the meaning and purpose of worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bring this up?  Why do I harp (no pun intended) continuously on music for liturgy and what it means to participate?  Because when liturgists and music directors start choosing music for the liturgy based on what will get everyone "participating", they miss the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, many of our hymns sound like a Mentos commercial because they are about twenty years behind the pop music trend, and we've all but lost chant, early polyphony, and traditional hymnody.  Our liturgy is in disrepair, and largely due to this idea of "participation", what it means, how it's implemented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the purpose of music for the liturgy?  We will cover that in Part II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-5526848672015433249?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/5526848672015433249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=5526848672015433249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/5526848672015433249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/5526848672015433249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-participation.html' title='&quot;Full Participation&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-6269703566301915223</id><published>2008-12-29T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:12:59.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Families</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to be a holy family?  Yesterday was the feast of the Holy Family, appropriate since it falls in the octave of Christmas.  On that "cold winter's night" Mary and Joseph indeed became a family.  When we look at the Trinity, we are reminded of family, as God himself is family.  The love which the Father has for the Son is so strong, so powerful, that It is manifested as the Holy Spirit.  In addition, God's love (Holy Spirit) for us is so unfailing, so passionate, that It took on the form of flesh in Jesus Christ.  What was once invisible became visible.  And isn't that how families are made?  The love which is so deep and wonderful between a man and a woman becomes visible in their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does a holy family look like?  Well, in today's modern society, it's little wonder that the family is on the "endangered" list.  Families don't make time to be families because of lifestyle choices.  And it's tough.  Bills have to be paid.  Often, both parents have to work. TV's become substitutes for real conversation in families, and mealtime rarely happens as a group.  Individuals may pick up fastfood as they scurry off to their next activities.  Are their solutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like your household is chaotic, that people are yelling and being noisy all the time.  What is going on?  Your child spends their Christmas vacation in front of the TV because you need to catch up on housework and it keeps them out of your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your family is a victim of "keeping up with the Jones'".  Your children must have every toy they ask for which the media tells them they should have.  Two weeks after the b-day or Christmas, the toy is collecting dust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Decide what toys are useful for your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they really need ten baby dolls?  three sets of trains?  Choose toys that will stay with them and spark their creativity, and avoid the rest like a plague.&lt;br /&gt;If they already have too many and it's out of control to organize (more work for you!), have them go through old toys they don't use anymore or have grown out of and donate them to less fortunate children.&lt;br /&gt;If you invite others to your children's birthday party's, have a no gift rule, or ask that they contribute a small donation to help cover the expense of one special gift for the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your child's agenda is fuller than yours.  Parents often feel that their children should have every experience they were deprived of growing up: all at once!  So they enroll them in swimming and dance lessons and soccer and basketball and underwater basket weaving.  And mom wonders why she spends all her time being a chaffeur and dinner is never on the table in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find one sport and one fine art to enroll your child in- not twenty. And if they want to give up an activity, let them.  The objective is that they stay healthy and active through physical activity as well as creatively involved in an art form of some kind.  Not that they be the next Picasso or "follow in their father's footsteps" of being the starting linebacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad comes home from work and doesn't want to help with the children.  He lets Mom fight all the battles, administer the discipline, and care for the children.  After all, who would want to?  He wants peace and quiet, but the children are anything but quiet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Involve dad as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers need to be more actively involved in their children's lives.  Suggest that he have special time with the children while you take some time for you- take a bath, read a book, etc.  As your family life becomes more peaceful (see the next few tips) he will look forward to his time with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is grouchy and overworked.  The laundry is piling up, the dishes are stacked to the ceiling, and the dog just made another mess.  Does anybody else care to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Allocate housework.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms are generally overworked and overstressed and children are spoiled and overpriveleged.  So moms and children would benefit if children would take on simple house chores earlier on.  Don't wait until they're teenagers to say, "Make your bed" or "take out the trash".  A child who is four years old can scrub a plate of food they've just eaten from.  It will make mother's life easier, and the children will have less time to get into sibling quarrels and wander back toward the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is loud and chaotic.  The children will not settle down before bedtime, and quarrels frequently erupt between siblings.  The children seem to always be fighting over something "that's mine!" or "I had it first" are some of their favorite phrases.  It's all you can do to get them to bed so you can have a few minutes of peace and quiet before the chaos and rush of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Turn the TV off.  For good.  No, seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much information which comes through your television is actually necessary for your well-being?  Put the TV in a cabinet and close the door.  Live without it for two weeks and just see if you miss it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if your family is already addicted to TV, you're going to be fighting a pretty bad withdrawal battle.  But just remind them that it won't be gone forever.  Be aware of your children going over to friend's houses to watch their TV.  Tell them their friends can come to your house, but that you feel that you should have more family time without the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop your cable subscription and find something else to do with the extra money.  Use the TV sparingly and purposefully.  Think, "I'm going to turn the TV on for the 6 o'clock news, and then it goes off."  Or have a family movie night- watch one movie and discuss it afterwards.  Check out family flicks!  But make sure the TV does not linger, or your family will get sucked in.  Your household will be more peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Plan family prayer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll never happen unless you schedule it in.  Without the TV competing for your family's energy and attention, it will be much simpler than you think.  What you pray is not as important as the act of praying.  Make it a positive time- don't scold or lecture if your family does not immediately respond joyfully.  Start with fifteen minutes an evening after dinner and just wait- your family will start to look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be good stewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from teaching children the value of a dollar, they need to learn what to do with their dollars.  Make them aware of how much they do have.  Take them to food banks and shelters and put them to work.    Encourage them to save their money, and then present the option of using part of it to donate to a charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have dinner every night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be done.  Arrange your schedules so that you can be a family every evening.  It may be tough at first, but you can find a way if you're determined enough.  If every evening is impossible, make it three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you're not Martha Stewart.  Or maybe you normally cook dinner, but it's just not going to happen tonight because it's been an overwhelming day.  So, don't take the family to a noisy restaurant and battle traffic on the way there.  Instead, order delivery or have your husband pick up food at a restaurant on his way home from work.  Put it on plates (don't worry- you'll have help washing them after dinner!) and have dinner as a family.  Sit down around the table.  Have conversation without feeling like you have to talk over loud music or background noise.  Be a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families are complex because they are made up of individuals with separate interests and tastes.  Find common ground through faith, and your family will flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-6269703566301915223?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6269703566301915223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=6269703566301915223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/6269703566301915223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/6269703566301915223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-families.html' title='Holy Families'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-6841618687492654076</id><published>2008-12-02T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:03:13.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation: Fear or Love?</title><content type='html'>People living in the modern world can easily fall into a trap of living in fear.  I might choose to go to class because I'm afraid I'll fail if I don't.  I turn in homework assignments because I fear that my grade will suffer as a result.  I might fake kindness or agree with a person even when disagree because I'm afraid of offending them.  I go to work because I'm afraid of losing my job and not being able to support myself.  Fear.  It's a strong motivator.  But if our lives revolve around fear alone, we're missing half the picture.  Fear causes us to live reactionary lives- our choices are based only on events thrown at us.  We stop creating, inventing, thinking, pondering- and begin only existing.  What is the bare minimum I must do in order to get by?  This is a reaction to what is expected of us- how do I escape life unscathed, without offending, without making too much noise.  This time of the semester, I find myself living in a lot of fear.  I fear that if I don't pass Biology, I will fail.  I fear I may not graduate.  This leads to more fears of not getting a job, not being able to pay back my student loans, etc.  Fear, fear, fear.  To some extent, I may realize that my fears are irrational- that everything will work out just fine, but this does not keep me from being fearful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is stifling for the Christian.  It chokes the spirit.  It keeps one passive, a bystander in life, not a full participant.  We are called to be bold- to make some noise- to stand up and speak out.  I fear that if I don't pray, I will not grow spiritually.  My eternal salvation may be in jeopardy because my soul could drift very far without constant dialogue with its Creator.  And yet, the project that is due tomorrow seems more pressing than eternity because it's more immediate- the consequences are sooner coming.  Anything that happens on this earth is more immediate than eternity- that does not mean it should have priority.  The challenge as Christians is to find balance in our daily life so that everything we do, say, and think becomes a prayer rising like incense before God.  It doesn't matter if our efforts seem imperfect- if we offer them with a pure heart, God will accept them.  But it can't stop there.  Setting aside some time every day- even if it only starts with 15 minutes a day- is invaluable in spiritual life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I don't have time to pray" we fall into the trap of thinking.  But somehow, we all find time for every other "necessary" part of life: school, work, shopping, paying bills, etc.  And modern life tempts us into thinking there is something lazy about prayer- after all, we're not really "doing" anything.  But the Christian who only joins service clubs, social groups, and even bible studies may fall into the habit of doing.  Even if they do these things in good faith and heart- they are still lacking.  If they do not take time- make time to go directly to the Source, they will become discouraged.  Their efforts will become selfishly motivated.  They will easily be disheartened by the imperfections of themselves and others and begin seeking approval from those around them instead of their Maker.  We must not let activity, even if it's Christian activity, keep us from quiet contemplative prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my pet peeves is to hear, "Well, all we can do is pray."  Shame!  Prayer is not "all" we can do- it's the most powerful thing we can ever hope to do!  We are worthless without it.  All of our actions and hopes and good faith can become corrupt if we do not turn our hearts to prayer.  If we would only put away our narrow-mindedness for an instant and realize the value of prayer.  We cannot even begin to appreciate how powerful prayer is.  For through prayer, we do not change God- he changes us- he transforms us into vessels, into instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this Advent, and during this time of particular stress and bustle of final exams, let us look upon prayer not as an obligation, but as a beautiful privilege and source of power, hope, strength, and renewal.  Let us constantly seek God as welcoming, loving, always ready to love and forgive and hold us.  He is not our faculty advisor nor is he our professor.  He is not with the University Police waiting to pass out parking tickets.  He is God almighty, and prayer is not just another requirement on his sacred syllabus.  He yearns to speak with us through prayer, to communicate his will to us.  Let us respond to him out of love, holy fear, not human fear.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-6841618687492654076?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/6841618687492654076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=6841618687492654076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/6841618687492654076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/6841618687492654076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2008/12/motivation-fear-or-love.html' title='Motivation: Fear or Love?'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-367481095285571970</id><published>2008-11-12T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:01:36.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and the Self</title><content type='html'>Musicians are frequently thought of as being ego-centric and self-absorbed.  The stereotypical opera singer sums up this sentiment when we picture him singing "mi-mi-mi-mi-mi!" with gusto.  We may hear,  "It's all about me-me-me!"  The humble singer is no singer at all, or so we think.  Tall posture, unwavering energy, and confident notes are surely signs that someone is "full of himself".  The only way a singer can get ahead is to be hard-shelled and ruthless- competitive and not taking slack from anyone.  The diva is feared by even the conductor.  She can, with one look, dominate the stage and get what she wants from the musical experience- her tempo, her dynamic- she does not apologize.  But the days of the diva are fading, as directors and conductors are beginning to realize that people can be talented and cooperative: everyone is happy and the music is better served.  Service.  It may be the last thing we think of in regards to music and performance.  But it should be the first.&lt;br /&gt;          The act of music-making and performing is for whom?  While performers may take pleasure in singing and being on stage, ultimately, if there's no audience, there's no performance.  Therefore, the audience must be kept in mind at all times.  It is the performer's job to give the gift of music and the audience's job to enjoy and be enriched.  In this way, the singer becomes a servant- not only to the audience, but to the music.  Being a servant to the music requires several things.  The performer must first be comfortable enough with technique that they can, while on stage, "forget" about it- let it go.  Trust that it is there and working and fueling a great performance.  Their mind should become preoccupied with the meaning of the music, which demands a knowledge of text and context.  Linked with this is the ability to "feel" the music- which is expressed through dynamics, phrasing, articulation- all of the things that make up great technique, but with that added "spark" that keeps it from being mechanical or robotic.  If a singer allows thoughts of technique or even audience acceptance "will they like it?" take over, they are serving neither the music or the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not just the stereotypical "mi-mi-mi" opera singer who can fall into this trap of preoccupation.  It can also be the well-meaning, yet insecure singer who may not be able to get past the technique and audience thoughts.  And the very thing keeping them there is really, fear.  Let us not confuse fear with humility.  True humility lies not in outward appearance or perceptions- it is simply the singer's awareness of their strengths, weaknesses, motivations, and Source of their gifts.  Here, I will add in a spiritual aspect, because we are all spiritual, regardless of our "religious" beliefs.  For me personally, I believe the Giver of my gifts is God.  He is the source and inspiration from which my talents flow.  But in order to be His "instrument" and let His light truly shine forth, I have to get out of the way.  The fear which hinders my "letting go" and giving myself to the music and audience also hinders His work in me.  Therefore, worry is a very selfish act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; True humility flourishes when one places all confidence in the Giver of the gift.  In reflecting on the goodness of God, we see both our unworthiness and our Divine worth all at once.  We are fragile humans, children of God all at once.  We can then go into performances with the confidence that we have a bit of the Divine within us.  We are not alone, and our identity does not rest on merely being a singer or performer.  With this realization, fear is banished and we realize that we do not stake our success on recognition or approval or praise from others.  We no longer fear "screwing up" because we have been set free to create.  It is no longer our interest we look after- so what if we make a mistake?  If it's not for ourselves that we perform, then how can we be harmed by a bad performance?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can make a mistake full-knowing that it is not the carefully guarded performance that moves people.  No one was ever remembered for "getting every note right".  We no longer have to tiptoe through performances and take the safe route.  We have been empowered by the Divine within and can therefore aim for a higher reality: serving the audience through giving ourselves entirely to the music.  And when this happens, true music is created and the Giver of the gifts is served.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-367481095285571970?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/367481095285571970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=367481095285571970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/367481095285571970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/367481095285571970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-and-self.html' title='Music and the Self'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-8421300156262808562</id><published>2008-11-05T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:07:55.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>It's so easy in life to give up, be negative, and wish we could turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was feeling fearful, frustrated, and frenzied as I left campus to "exercise my civic duty".  When I got to the polling place, I was re-routed to a nearby elementary school that was in my precinct.  Thinking I knew where it was, as I had walked by there many times before, I did not get clear directions.  I became increasingly frustrated as I realized I was wasting precious study time, and that by the time I got to the polls, a long line would await me.  I circled the neighborhood several times, but knew that I needed directions to get there.  I called my sister, but her internet was down, so she couldn't help.  I told her it was no big deal, laughed it off, and decided to try to find a convenience store and ask for directions.  I restarted my car and eased out of the residential area I had been parked in.  But I was too early.  I put on the gas as I was closing my cell phone with my right hand.  The next instant, I looked up and realized that I was on a very narrow street with a wide car and way too close to the car on the left.  BOOOOOOOOOM!  I just knew I had destroyed the parked car.  My heart raising, I got out of my vehicle, still idling.  A closeby neighbor had witnessed the incident and said "Bummer".  Yes, bummer.  Luckily, I had only ripped off the car's side view mirror, not demolished the door or anything.  I left a note with my name and number on it secured in the mirror itself, and when I went back to my car, I had identical damage on the passenger's side.  I called my sister, who convinced me to go back home, call my insurance company, and not worry about voting- Texas would carry McCain.  And it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wallow in regret and anger toward myself for my carelessness and hurriedness.  But instead, I look past this relatively small incident with insight into the future.  Okay, so my insurance premium may go up slightly.  Bummer.  But this incident was a wakeup call that I have been developing unsafe driving patterns when I'm not actually on highways and busy streets.  I have been feeling way too "safe" pulling out of parking lots, going down residential streets, and such.  Although these situations may not demand as much concentration, they still demand focus and attention on the road.  One split second is long enough for something to go awry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of looking at the inconvenience, the bad side of this, I thank God.  I thank him that that side view mirror was not a child that I would not have seen until it was too late.  Mirrors can be replaced, people can't.  This incident may have occurred in order to remind me to slow down, pay attention, never be in a hurry.  If I had continued developing poor driving patterns, my very life or others may have been in jeopardy.  This incident was a gentle nudge from God to protect me from harm in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take several things from this happening.  1) I am a person who easily feels overwhelmed and becomes distracted.  But I must set my emotions aside when I step into the driver's seat.  I cannot drive emotionally.  2) Am I really saving time if something does happen on the road? 3) All driving, whether it is in a parking lot, on a residential street, or access road, requires my undivided attention.  4)  I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My disappointment over the driving incident was, of course, magnified with Obama's landslide victory.  I do fear for our country, and I am gravely saddened by the reality that pro-life legislation may not see the light of day for at least four more years.  This is truly a man with a hardened heart toward the unborn, as his voting record has shown.  How can we as a nation speak about "hope and change" when we've mercilessly slaughtered at least a fourth of our nation under the protection of the federal law?  It's barbarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I realize that God is in control.  And even though I can't see or understand His plan in its entirety, I know that He will work something through this presidency in order to bring about good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-8421300156262808562?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8421300156262808562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=8421300156262808562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/8421300156262808562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/8421300156262808562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2008/11/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-8455959791876135054</id><published>2008-07-27T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:23:23.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking True Feminism: Esther</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What scripture tells us:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "This girl, who was also known as Esther, was lovely in form and features" (Esther 2:7).  We also know she is a virgin, as Esther 2:1 implies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The king has grown disenchanted with his disobedient wife, so he is in search of a new one.  Among the virgins summoned to the king's courts is Esther.  She &lt;strong&gt;only takes what is necessary&lt;/strong&gt; with her when she goes to visit the king, and she never reveals her kinship, as her cousin and guardian Mordecai has instructed.   After winning the favor of everyone she meets, including the king's, she is crowned queen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we can learn: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Esther travels lightly.  She chooses not to be burdened by unnecessary things.  We can look at this one of two ways: 1) let go of the past and do not let it weigh you down and 2) do not be materialistic.  Holding on to ill feelings others have caused us or staying angry at ourselves for past sins only inhibit us to carry out God's will.  Similarly, temporal objects can get in our way and junk up our lives and our mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The plot thickens:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In the meantime, Mordecai has overheard gatesmen plotting the king's assasination, and he immediately sends word to Esther.  She, of course, relays the information to her husband, who gives the credit to Mordecai.  Later on, Mordecai refuses to pay homage to Hamang, one of the king's officials.  Yet another gatesman reports Mordecai's disobedience to Haman, who angrily decides to do away with Mordecai and his people, the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mordecai learns of this plot, he tears his clothes, puts on sackcloth, and begins fasting and weeping.  Esther is "greatly distressed" when she hears of her cousin's suffering, and she has clothes sent to him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we can learn: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Esther, in all her glorious queenship, has not forgotten her humble beginnings.  She has only grown in empathy and readiness to help out her kinsman.  May we, in every walk and state of life, be free and generous in serving others any way we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But wait...there's more:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mordecai, of course, has word sent to Esther that she must beg and plead on the Jews' behalf.  Esther responds that to do so would put her life in jeopardy, for those whom the king does not officially summon will be put to death by law, unless he extends the golden sceptre.  Realizing that she will die if she remains silent, because she is a Jew, Esther bravely decides to go and speak with the King, uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, Esther sends word to Mordecai to tell the people to fast and pray, and she and her maids will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we can learn:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; Esther practices what she preaches.  Notice she holds true to her word.  She, along with Mordecai and even her maids, fasts in preparation for the meeting with her King.  Prayer should always preceed our every action if we are to gain the necessary strength and graces we need for this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's not all:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Then, Esther approaches King Xerxes.  He is pleased to see her, and spares her life by holding out the golden sceptre. She says,"&lt;strong&gt;If it pleases the king&lt;/strong&gt;...let the king, together with Haman, come today to a banquet I have prepared for him'" Esther 5:4.  The banquet is prepared, and the King asks what she wants. She says again, "'My petition and my request is this: &lt;strong&gt;If the king regards me with favor &lt;/strong&gt;and if it pleases the king to grant my petition and fulfill my request, let the king and Haman come tomorrow to the banquet I will prepare for them. Then I will answer the king's question'" (Esther 5:7-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the second banquet, Esther says, "&lt;strong&gt;''If I have found favor &lt;/strong&gt;with you, O king, and if it pleases your majesty, grant me my life—this is my petition. And spare my people—this is my request'" (Esther 7:3).  Then Esther reveals Haman's plot to destroy Mordecai, her kinsman, and the Jews.  Haman is done away with, but yet Esther is still concerned for the Jews, who are still at risk due to Haman's existing plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Esther pleads with the king, falling down at his feet and weeping.  She speaks, "&lt;strong&gt;'If it pleases the king," &lt;/strong&gt;she said, "and if he regards me with favor and thinks it the right thing to do, and if he is pleased with me, let an order be written overruling the dispatches that Haman...devised'" (Esther 8:5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we can learn:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; Esther's got guts.  She approaches the king, knowing that her life is at risk.  She also shows tremendous humility before the king in the way she speaks to him.  Check out the bolded words above.  And her persistence.  Time and again, she keeps patiently pleading with the King for her own and her people's deliverance.  Notice the last time she approaches him, she falls down at his feet and weeps.  May we humbly fall before our King in all our trials, and joys, for that matter.  And may we never grow weary to petition and ask his pardon and help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-8455959791876135054?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/8455959791876135054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=8455959791876135054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/8455959791876135054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/8455959791876135054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2008/07/seeking-true-feminism-ii-esther.html' title='Seeking True Feminism: Esther'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572071875587561588.post-2665832681930731567</id><published>2008-07-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:23:59.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking True Feminism: Rebekah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What scripture tells us:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  "The girl was very beautiful, and a virgin" (Genesis 24:16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Abraham sends his servant to seek a wife for Isaac from Abraham's  homeland.&lt;br /&gt;When he arrives there after several days' journey, Rebekah is at the well, drawing water for her family.  As unglamorous and mundane as the task was, she was faithful to her work.  Rebekah notices Abraham's servant, who has just completed a long journey.   He is probably smelly, covered in dirt and sweat, and may not speak her language.  She does not stop to question if he may be a friend or a foe; instead, she only notices that he is thirsty and in need.  She merely acts as a servant.  "Drink" she says.  (Genesis 24:18)  Then, she "ran back to the well" as Genesis 24:58 states to draw water for his camels.  And as slobbery and precocious as they may have been, she quietly serves them as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we can learn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Rebekah was faithful to everyday tasks and a humble servant to those in need.  She wasted no time in weighing the losses or costs, she only acted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The saga continues:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The servant follows Rebekah back to her house and tells her family that Abraham has sent him and why he has been sent.  They agree that she should return with him, as it is truly God's will.  However, they are not quite ready to let her go, and they ask if she can remain with them a few days more.  The servant insists that they must return immediately, so they leave the decision up to her.  "I will go" she simply states. (Genesis 24:65)  Then, she took a veil and covered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we can learn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Rebekah had tremendous faith in God's will to leave her family on such short notice to travel with an unfamiliar man to meet more unfamiliar men, one of whom she would marry.  Phew.  That takes guts.  She also covered up with a veil, which was certainly culturally influenced at the time.  We could all take note of and learn from her modesty, however, which is against our culture of this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2572071875587561588-2665832681930731567?l=notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/feeds/2665832681930731567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2572071875587561588&amp;postID=2665832681930731567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/2665832681930731567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2572071875587561588/posts/default/2665832681930731567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromrebekahsmouth.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-of-bible-seeking-true-feminism.html' title='Seeking True Feminism: Rebekah'/><author><name>Rebecca Sanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162767024984418990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
