We started the month celebrating a somber 4th of July. Why did it feel more like a funeral than Independence Day? Could it be that here in California we’re all basically under house arrest? Except for our convicted criminals. They’re being let out of jail by the thousands. Anyway, I thought Titus’s rendition of the Star Spangled Banner fit the mood. Here’s the link.
Joel and Nathan got to take a road trip with their Opa up to Idaho to visit cousins. Besides an amazing show of hospitality by Tom’s middle brother and his family, Joel finally got some good catfish-ing under his now 15-year-old belt.
My IG Birthday greeting to this remarkable boy read like this:
“Happy Birthday to my fish catching, game hunting, piano playing, fly tying, snowcave sleeping, omelette flipping, anything high climbing, board shredding, highest peak in the lower 48 summiting, Gospel sharing, bike jumping, poker winning, truth loving, schoolwork dodging, gun toting, arrow sending, Bible thumping, trouble making, thrill seeking, wilderness surviving, double daring, son Joel. And that just describes the first 2 years of your teens. I can’t imagine what God has in store for you in the years to come. He obviously custom made you for adventure.”
Unfortunately, he and Titus have been unemployed since March. Tom, thankfully still has a job, but the camp being shut down for 5 months has obviously been a hardship. Keeping a houseful of 3 teenage boys, and 2 that might as well be, busy and in order with no work, no school, no camps, and limited interaction with friends has been a challenge to say the least. Mainly they’ve just been running wild in the woods all spring and summer. But honing those wilderness survival skills isn’t such a bad idea given our current political climate.
I was able to reign them in briefly to do some night-sky gazing recently. Jupiter and Saturn have been stunning this month. Our telescope was able to give us the first clear view of Saturn’s rings we’ve ever had. And of course, there was the Neowise comet. I think there might be one or two nights left to catch a glimpse of this 3-mile wide space rock orbiting our sun. You can find it right below the Big Dipper. I’m reposting some illustrations the boys did back in 2019 of the various kinds of space rocks and a poem to help you remember each kind.
“Dirty snowball out in space
with smudgy tail making chase
Ice melts off and leaves behind
Dirt and rocks that sometimes find
Their way through Earth’s thick atmosphere
But burn all up before getting here
Except for sometimes they crash on through
And hopefully don’t land on you!”
Titus wasn’t interested in our childish bit of poetic nonsense so here are some more accurate definitions from him.
Anyway, hope your July has been star-spangled and that August will still find us all fighting for the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Plan A “And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, ‘You may surely eat of every tree of the garden, but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die.” -Genesis 2:16,17
Plan B “So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate.” -Genesis 3:6
Plan C “And the whole congregation of the people of Israel grumbled against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness, and the people of Israel said to them, “Would that we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the meat pots and ate bread to the full, for you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger.” -Exodus 16:2,3
Plan D “Then the Lord said to Moses, “Behold, I am about to rain bread from heaven for you, and the people shall go out and gather a day’s portion every day, that I may test them, whether they will walk in my law or not.” -Exodus 16:4
Plan E “And he humbled you and let you hunger and fed you with manna, which you did not know, nor did your fathers know, that he might make you know that man does not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord.” -Deuteronomy 8:3
Plan F “So I opened my mouth, and he gave me this scroll to eat. And he said to me, ‘Son of man, feed your belly with this scroll that I give you and fill your stomach with it.’ Then I ate it, and it was in my mouth as sweet as honey.” -Ezekiel 3:2,3
Plan G “Jesus answered them, ‘Truly, truly, I say to you , you are seeking me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you.” -John 6:26,27
Plan H “For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.’ They said to him, ‘Sir, give us this bread always.” -John 6:33,34
Plan I “I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. And the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.” -John 6:48-51
Plan J “Now as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and after blessing it broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said, “Take, eat, this is my body.” -Matthew 26:26
Dear friend. Have you been viewing the discipline of reading your Bible everyday the same way you view going on diet? Like you are going to have to give up all the fats and the sweets and the carbs in order to accomplish this one task? The Bible isn’t diet food! It’s a feast full of sweet wine and rich marrow! Don’t you know that when you aren’t keeping the feast you are starving yourself spiritually? Social media, that verse of the day app, and the pathetic crumbs badly equipped Christian influencers are throwing your way are not going to sustain you in these dark times! Come to the table that is filled to overflowing with the Bread of Life! Eat. Bible.
The Bible Reading Challenge just started #samepagesummer yesterday and it’s never too late to join in. Come #keepthefeast with thousands of other Christians around the world who are reading through the New Testament 4 chapters a day, 5 or 6 days a week.
Click same page summer plan for the printable plan. Download the Youversion app so you can listen to the audio while you’re doing other things. Get your spouse and kids involved. Invite a friend or your Bible study group or your whole church. But don’t let another day go by hungering and thirsting alone when there is a table spread for Christ’s church and a place for everybody at it.
It’s Mother’s Day 2020 and we’ll never forget this one will we? What ever your usual tradition might be, it– like everything else in our lives– has likely been altered this year. Some of you moms are feeling like you’ve earned this day now more than ever after having spent weeks on end cooped up at home with your kids. For those of us who were already homeschooling life may not have changed all that much other than doing things like church, lessons, Bible study and shopping, on-line now from home. Either way, ALL of us are spending more time at home than we used to, and for some of us whose homes are full of other people that can be stretching to say the least. There’s nothing like being stripped of all your natural escape mechanisms to heighten the sensation of confinement. If you are a mom whose experience of late has either revealed or reaffirmed your perception of home as a prison, this post is for you.
I recently posted a video on Instagram of an extremely brief tour of the main part of our house. It wasn’t brief because I walked through quickly. It was brief because our entire kitchen/dining/living area is contained on a single 23×17 foot room. This is where our life is centered. It’s also our school room, game room and Tom’s study space for seminary. Our house also includes a little downstairs den which we use as our master bedroom, while our 5 boys and all their musical instruments, hunting, fishing, camping, and hockey gear occupy the real master and 2 tiny bedrooms under the eaves upstairs. There is also a half bath upstairs, a half bath downstairs and a little shower/laundry room. Yes, I share a single shower with 6 males.
I tell you all this, because if anyone can start to feel a little choked by their surroundings its me. I understand what some of you might be experiencing right now. I understand what its like to wake up to a full manger everyday and to sometimes feel its walls closing in. I understand what its like to long for, if even for a moment, a clean, quiet and perhaps roomier house. But friends there’s a tradeoff here, because according to Proverbs 14:4 a clean manger is an empty one.
“Where there are no oxen, the manger is clean, but abundant crops come by the strength of the ox.”
In 2015 I devoted a whole year to blogging about life with a house full of little ones here under the title of Full Manger. At that time we were living in a third floor resort condo on the beach in Kona, HI. You can read about some of the blessings and challenges associated with that living arrangement by clicking here, here, and here. 5 years later 3 of those boys are now teenagers and our little manger in the mountains is fuller than ever. Because I’m a perpetual tidier, always cleaning as I go, my life seems to be an endless cycle of relocating the many belongings of 7 people with widely varying interests.
But it’s times like this that I’m reminded of all the empty mangers around me. I think first of the elderly, many of whom were already orphaned by their families who placed them in nursing homes and left them to die alone. Others are in the same situation having abandoned their own families and are now lying in the bed they made. Still other elderly folks live alone but are accustomed to the constant care and attention of devoted families but have been forced into isolation by Corona protocol and are lonely and anxious and confused by these new circumstances. I think of empty-nesters with kids off at college or starting their own families and who were just finding new purpose in life through church and community and volunteer opportunities, all now put on hold. And what about those couples who desperately want to be parents and fill their mangers with little lives but have been prevented from doing so? How about young singles? Have you thought what these long, lonely weeks must be like for them?
This Mothers Day, I just want to encourage you moms who can think of nothing better than a chance to escape the life-filled home that you’ve been confined to, to consider the alternative. Let us rejoice in the fullness of our manger, knowing that as loud and messy and crowded as it may be, that it is our blessed strength in times like these. It might be quarantine life, but it is life abundant, and its life worth celebrating. Happy Mothers Day!
Oh and here’s a little poem I wrote back in Hawaii about all the nests Tom and I had occupied over the years.
Nest One was a basement suite;
Ocean front, with gorgeous view
and included in the rent
was carbon monoxide poisoning for two.
Nest Two was a little beach shack
with an odd, chemically smell.
Turns out it was a former lab
where meth-heads used to dwell.
Nest Three was the Parsonage
adjacent to the church.
If we ever missed a service
they didn’t have far to search.
Nest 4 was our city digs;
an apartment -normal, boring.
Nest 5 was a real live house
which sent our spirits soaring.
So much in fact, we got to work
and immediately added chicks.
But 2 weeks after the fourth was born
we moved into Nest 6.
That tiny cabin in the woods
was an answer to my prayer
for a lot less house and a lot more dirt
and that fresh, cool mountain air.
Nest 7 was a lot more house
but still had forest all around
and by then I was quite proud
of the perfect place I’d found.
But God had other plans in mind
and He moved us on once more.
Nest 8 is where we’ve landed now
on this warm, Hawaiian shore.
*When I was pulling that poem off of the old blog post I noticed a comment my Dad had left on there. He had added his own lines to my poem and it turns out they were quite prophetic!
“Cayucos, Fresno, Oakhurst, Palomar.
Then the warm Hawaiian shore.
Nest 9 surely the future beckons,
Back where the towering Sierras soar!”
Now go check out Titus McEntee’s Mothers Day tribute on Youtube by clicking here