Gracie’s Little Quiz

My sister did this little meme on Facebook–and I decided to save it for one of those uninspired blogging days.

That would be days like…

today.

SIX NAMES YOU GO BY:

1. Rebekah
2. Bekah
3. Bekah-Bekah-Bekah
4. bekahcubed (imagine that!)
5. Becky-Jo or Becky-Jane (only my dad can call me that)
6. Miss Bekah
Unimaginative, I know. What can I say?

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:

1. Long strand of black beads
2. Pink knit shirt
3. Black print skirt

Me in today's outfit

THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT

Erm…I’ll keep those between me and God.
So far as the necessities–I just ate. I have a wonderful home, more clothes than I know what to do with, great friends, a fantastic family… God has supplied beyond just sufficiency.

TWO THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT?

1. Mocked up part of my new swimsuit pattern
2. Talked with my roommate :-)

TWO THINGS YOU DISLIKE TODAY :

1. A kitchen drain that drains VERY slowly
2. That I don’t know who the shirts sitting on my dresser belong to (Grace? Joanna? anyone?)

TWO PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:

1. My dad
2. Grace

THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW :

1. Work on thesis
2. Return some books to the library
3. Finish up the candles some of the youth group kids and I started yesterday

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:

1. Water
2. Good Earth Original Sweet and Spicy Tea and Herb Blend
3. Hot Cocoa made with skim milk and Nesquick (my only brand loyalty)


Impromptu Pleasures

Several weeks ago, a general announcement of an upcoming book club showed up on my Facebook news feed. I read through the announcement, and while I was not a particular invitee, the book looked interesting and the announcement stated that anyone was welcome–so I clicked the “maybe attending” button.

I nearly forgot all about it in the intervening weeks, what with preparing for Tim’s graduation and Debbie’s bachelorette party, and working on my thesis and the like.

But on Sunday night, the book club made its way onto my “coming events” sidebar and I realized I had to make a decision. I read through the announcement again and decided that yes, I really did want to attend this book club.

Problem was, it was much too late to try to purchase the book online.

So I searched around all of Lincoln’s stores, trying to find the book. The next morning, I searched again. No luck. None of Lincoln’s booksellers had a copy of Gregory Boyd’s The Myth of a Christian Nation.

When I searched at Barnes and Noble, however, I discovered that there was a copy at one of the Omaha stores.

And thus began my wild hare.

“Rebekah Menter is contemplating driving to Omaha today to pick up a book. Am I crazy?” my Facebook status read.

A friend directed me to a discussion of Evangelical politics featuring three panelists, including Greg Boyd.

I watched a few clips of the event and decided that I was DEFINITELY interested in reading this book.

My next Facebook status? “Rebekah Menter is taking a spur-of-the-moment trip to Omaha. (What I will do for a book…)”

My trip was uneventful, quiet, nice. I got the book and returned home.

What turned this into an impromptu pleasure was that, having spent an extra couple of hours of my day tracking down the book, I HAD to go to the book discussion.

And so I did.

I didn’t know anyone who was going to be there (at least I didn’t think I knew anyone)–so I wasn’t really sure how I was going to find the group in the midst of one of Lincoln’s busiest coffee shops. Thankfully, someone had the book out, so I was able to introduce myself.

“I don’t know anyone here,” I said, “but I’m here for the book club.”

At which the fellow facing away from me looked up and gave a “What are you talking about?” expression.

I guess I was wrong. I did know someone.

“Sorry, Jake. I didn’t realize you were here.”

It turned out to be a wonderful night. I enjoyed meeting new people, getting bit of an intro to the book. But most of all, I enjoyed the passionate discussion that I found myself embroiled in after the “formal” book club portion ended.

It’s been so long since I had a real, honest-to-goodness, face-to-face passionate discussion about the issues of our day. It was refreshing, energizing, invigorating (let’s see how many more synonyms I can come up with :-P).

Needless to say, I enjoyed it thoroughly.

I’m so glad I made that impromptu decision to lock myself into going.


WiW: Marriage, Modesty, Memories…a mish-mash

The Week in Words

Kevin DeYoung, speaking of the notion of “churchless Christianity”:

“It’s immaturity actually, like the newly engaged couple who think romance preserves the marriage, when the couple celebrating their golden anniversary know it’s the institution of marriage that preserves the romance.”

From the same article:

“Until we are content with being one of the million nameless, faceless church members and not the next globe-trotting rock star, we aren’t ready to be a part of the church.”

Stuart Schneiderman on modesty:

“Intimacy is not very intimate, it’s not even yours, when you offer it to everyone.”

and…

“I hate to use the word, but micro-minis seem to disempower women while maxi skirts seem to produce heightened self-respect. As the Times suggests, they seem to give women back their swagger.”

I can certainly attest to that. It seems that women have an innate desire for modesty–and when they wear clothing that flaunts it, they are supremely uncomfortable. At least among my students, the girls who are dressed in what I consider a completely inappropriate manner are just as prone (and more likely, in fact) to be self-conscious of the amount they’re exposing. These girls contort their bodies, fruitlessly attempting to not give the whole world a view up their skirt as they pick up a dropped pencil; they yank and pull at the backs of their shirts, trying not to show their backs and butt-cracks in the short tees and uber-low-rise pants. The modestly dressed girls, on the other hand, have a confidence that lets them do whatever they want. They’re not afraid of exposure–they know that they’re covered.

Billy Sunday, from Tim Challies:

“I’m against sin. I’ll kick it as long as I’ve got a foot, and I’ll fight it as long as I’ve got a fist. I’ll butt it as long as I’ve got a head. I’ll bite it as long as I’ve got a tooth. And when I’m old and fistless and footless and tootheless, I’ll gum it till I go home to Glory and it goes home to perdition!”

Oh to be so gloriously…unrefined…about the fight against sin. Too often, I think I choose a more “debonair” approach–I’ll reason with sin, maybe even argue against it–but rarely do I fight sin with the intensity of a street-fight.

Tim Challies on longing for the immediate (without a mediator):

“We rejoice that God has accepted the mediation of his Son. We rejoice that we can approach the throne of God. But still we realize that there is a mediator. To speak to the Father, we speak through the Son. To hear from the Father, we rely on the Spirit. Still we need someone to stand between. Still we long for the im-mediate. We long to see God as he is. We long to approach him directly. We long to have the relationship fully and finally restored. We look in that dim mirror, always wishing we might see face-to-face.”

Oh, how I long for that day when I shall know fully even as I am fully known, when the mirror that illuminates but still obscures is taken away and I have opportunity to see Him face to face (I Cor 13:12). And the Spirit and the bride cry, “Come!”… Even so, come, Lord Jesus (Rev 22:17, 20)

From Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest:

“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.”

I’ll admit that I didn’t just “come across” this quote in my reading. Instead, I’ve been thinking of it as I come to the end of a journal I’ve been using for about 5 months. I deliberately looked up the quote in order to include it here. But it does reflect where I’m at. Unlike Cecily Cardew, I don’t fabricate incidents for my journals, but sometimes I still manage to look back in amazement at the “sensational” stories they tell. This last five months has certainly been an adventure–trying, testing, trusting–but I must say I’ve had little time to read it as I’ve had few boring train trips. Instead, I am still amidst my adventure, still learning, and just about ready to start filling the pages of a new journal with the next installment of this thrilling story God is writing with my life.

Collect more quotes from throughout the week with Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”.


Recap (May 30-June 5)

On bekahcubed

Book Reviews:

  • The Children’s Blizzard by David Laskin

    “The 2004 tornado that destroyed the nearby village of Hallam, Nebraska is the worst storm I can remember. The tornado was 2.5 miles wide, the largest tornado on record. Thankfully, most villagers were either in town (Lincoln) working or had a chance to get to safety. While at least 95% of residences experienced some degree of damage, only one person was killed in the Hallam tornado.

    Contrast this with the “Children’s Blizzard” that swept across the Great Plains in January of 1888. Homesteaders everywhere were in schoolhouses or out working their farms, enjoying the first warm day after weeks of frigid weather, when a fast-moving blizzard accompanied by the coldest weather yet descended on the plains. The next morning, at least a hundred children across Dakota and Nebraska were dead, frozen trying to find their way home from school.”

On the web

I held off on putting together my recap until the end of the week this week instead of compiling it as I read throughout the week. Yeah. I discovered that even with my awesome Diigo account that lets me bookmark, highlight, and comment on articles as I read them (and then saves them for further perusal), I still can’t be lax on writing my recaps–especially not when I have busy weekends like this one (Debbie’s bachelorette party at my house last night, Timothy’s graduation party today–lots of prep for both, not much time for writing.)

Laugh out loud funnies:

  • On responding to iffy prayer requests:

    “If your friend says, “I need prayer about my habit of over volunteering and helping too many homeless people,” respond with your own request. Say, “I need help too, I’ve been too loving to my wife lately. I have literally lain too many of my own needs down in order to love her like Christ loved the church. It’s a problem.” It’s kind of a mutant version of what counselor’s call “reflective listening” where you reflect back what someone just said so that they can hear how they are sounding.”

Books for the TBR list:

  • Let Go and Let God? by Andrew David Naselli
    I’d never heard of Keswick theology until reading Justin Taylor’s comments on this book–but now I’m REALLY curious. I guess Keswick theology is basically summed up in the title of the book “Let go and let God.” A number of prominent Christians have been influenced by this strain of theology. This title (a really thick tome) explores the history of Keswick theology and attempts to make a case that it is NOT Biblical. I’m quite fascinated (but a little intimidated by the length of this sucker–at 459 pages, it is not for the faint at heart.)

Projects to try:

Thought-provoking posts:

  • What’s the difference between analyzing and criticizing?

    “Critical thinking helps us discern right from wrong, better from best, ways to improve, etc.

    But when does it cross over into unnecessary criticism, fault-finding, etc.?”

    Barbara H’s musings on the topic definitely made me think.


Graduation

Timothy's graduation photo
Our Spim-meister is graduating from high school today (or, at least, we’re celebrating his graduation today)–so I’m gonna be spending time with family this afternoon.

Timothy is the last of the boys, leaving only Grace still in high school. He has the singular distinction of being the only high school senior currently in the church youth group.

He’ll be attending the University of Nebraska-Lincoln this fall, studying Biological Systems Engineering as pre-med. Next January, he’ll go off to Marine boot camp and other training. He’ll resume his studies in the fall of 2011 as a Marine reservist.

Preparing his photos for the celebration this afternoon, I’ve been struck by how quickly he’s grown and how roles and relationships change over time.

I was a witness to his birth (not by my parents choice–I was just a curious little gal) and, while I helped out with John, Timothy was really the first baby that I helped with the care of from the beginning.

But somewhere over the course of the past 18 years, Tim has gone from a helpless baby that I diapered to a mature young man that I consider a friend as well as a brother.

God has been good to us. He certainly has.


Easily Deceived Eve (Part 3 of 3)

Check out Part 1, in which I discuss why God chose to hold Adam, not Eve, responsible for the sin of mankind, and Part 2, in which I reflect on the command that women not teach or have authority over a man.

Male/female relationships and roles is a topic that is always fraught with questions, emotions, and opinions. No doubt, what I’ve already written in this “Easily Deceived Eve” series has raised questions in your mind. It certainly has in mine.

So today, I’m going to use a question and answer format to address some of the questions I have thought about while writing this series–and to clarify a few things that I thought might have been confusing.

Are you saying that men can’t be deceived?

Nope. Both men and women are capable of being deceived. Women may or may not be more likely to be deceived than men. I Timothy 2:14 suggests but does not outright teach that this is true. Regardless, God has given safeguards to protect women from the consequences of being deceived.

Men can be deceived–and will be held responsible as the heads of their households if they lead their families astray. A woman who is under proper authority, on the other hand, is protected from this judgment.

So basically, we’re just supposed to believe whatever our heads (husbands/fathers) tell us to believe?

I didn’t say that.

You have been given a mind and you have a responsibility to use it. The headship of man is by no means a call to complacency. Women should still search out the Scriptures to see what things are true. On the other hand, we should definitely be careful to consider what our head has to say about an issue.

Does this mean that you’re always going to agree with your head? I definitely don’t agree with my dad about everything. However, I (attempt to) respectfully listen to and consider his positions on points that we disagree about. Sometimes he changes my mind, sometimes I change his mind, sometimes we agree to disagree. But I will NOT teach something that my dad and I disagree about unless my dad is in agreement that I share my point of view in addition to his.

Headship is not about an authoritarian head laying down the law and a complacent body giving in to it. Rather, headship is about a loving head and a submissive body partnering together to discover and do God’s will.

That male headship stuff is all great if you’ve got a godly father or husband who wants to protect you–but what if the man who’s supposed to be your protector isn’t protecting?

It’s very unfortunate when this happens, but I think the first thing to remember is that you won’t ever solve the problem by taking on a role that isn’t your own. If male headship is indeed a protective measure for women (as I have proposed it to be), then our response to “inadequate” headship should be to be even more cautious in teaching or taking authority rather than less.

A sagging, broken down fence between me and a bull is little protection for me. But I don’t solve that problem by getting closer to the bull. Instead, I move farther away and choose to intentionally seek out more protection.

The answer to not having a godly husband or father to guard you is NOT to go gung-ho into teaching and having authority over a man (especially not YOUR man, married women!) Instead, you should encourage your head in his role and seek out additional authorities to put yourself under. You can encourage your head in his role by asking his advice before making decisions and by respectfully submitting to what guidance he gives. You can ask godly older women to counsel and correct you. You can submit teachings or doctrinal questions to your pastors and elders. But the answer to not having a good “head” is certainly not to attempt to get close to the bull since there’s no good fence to stop you.

All this talk about “Easily Deceived Eve” has me kind of down on myself. Is that what you intended?

At the end of C.S. Lewis’s fantasy tale Prince Caspian, Aslan tells the story of the Telmarine people and how they came to Narnia. It is not a pretty tale. Caspian responds that he wishes he “came of a more honourable lineage.” Aslan’s response is thus:

“You come of the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve. And that is both honor enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth. Be content.”

As “daughters of Eve”, we are easily deceived (I Tim 2:14). We have all fallen through Adam’s sin (Rom 5:12). Part of sin’s result has been that we desire mastery over man (Gen 3:16)–seeking to overcome the protection of headship. This all is “shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth.”

As “daughters of Eve”, we have been created in the image of God (Gen 1:27). We have been created to have dominion (Gen 1:28). We have been created to fulfill the essential role of helper (Gen 2:18). We have been created to be life-givers (Gen. 3:20). We have been created as the glory of man (I Cor 11:7). This is “honor enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar.”

Our creation is cause for great honor, our fall a cause for great shame–but, thanks be to God, He does not leave us in our shame, but has sent His Son as the Second Adam to justify and make righteous all who believe on His name (Rom 5:18-19.) This is cause for great rejoicing.

So recognize the honor inherent in our creation, be brought low by the shame inherent in our fall–but most of all, rejoice in the justification you have received in Christ.


Thankful Thursday: Last Night

Today I’m thankful…

…for a lovely bike ride, just me a God. We chatted, I surrendered, He granted peace.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything through prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
~Philippians 4:6-7

…for a nice break at a playground from my childhood. I fondly remember swinging on the swings, walking along the railroad-tie retaining wall, and hopping on my bike for the return trip across the railroad tracks.

…for an “accidental” run in with friends. I dropped by my folks house on my way home from my ride to say “Hi” to my little sister. She had Kayla and Joanna over and invited me to watch a movie with them.

…for a sweet chick flick. Thanks to the long conversation with God on my bike ride, I was able to make it through a chick flick, not once but twice. I haven’t been able to do that (that is, watch a chick flick all the way through) for months.

…for my brother cooking for us. I’d already eaten dinner, but when Timothy offered to prepare Mac’n’Cheese for the girls, I wouldn’t refuse. He served us lemon and strawberry sherbet (bought with his own money) to go along with it.

…for a friend who listens. I’ve been so blessed to have Joanna as a friend. Last night, she listened (yet again) as I shared my laden heart.

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Easily Deceived Eve (Part 2 of 3)

Check out Part 1 of “Easily Deceived Eve”, in which I discuss why God chose to hold Adam, not Eve, responsible for the sin of mankind.

Easily Deceived Eve.

What a moniker. What a shameful blow.

Imagine the worst dumb blond joke you can think of–Eve ups the ante.

“So a serpent walks up to Eve and says, ‘Hey, if you eat this fruit, you’ll be wise like God.’ She looks at the serpent, looks at the fruit, and says ‘You’re right! This is good fruit. So she takes a bite.”

I mean, hello!?! Didn’t anybody ever tell you not to listen to just any old snake-fruit salesman?

But Eve falls for it. She’s one gullible gal.

Yet Scripture seems to suggest that not only Eve but all women are prone to Eve’s naivete.

I Timothy 2:14 gives Eve’s “easily deceived” nature as a reason (apart from the created order of male headship) that women should not teach or have authority over men.

The implication is that a woman, being easily deceived, might unknowingly lead into falsehood if men were under her spiritual authority.

I Corinthians 14 affirms that women are not to teach or have authority over men–but takes it one step further by saying that women should keep silent in the churches, not being permitted to speak.

Of course, one must realize that the “church service” in Corinth looked quite different from ours today–the order of service in which “each of you has a psalm, has a teaching, has a tongue, has a revelation, has an interpretation” would make it very difficult for a woman to speak in church without teaching or having authority over a man.

Regardless, women are encouraged to learn in silence with submission, asking questions of their husbands at home rather than disrupting the service for their questions–or worse yet, than interrupting the service for a misguided teaching.

At various times, I’ve chafed at this command.

In my remarkable humility (Hah!), I recognize that I have a high IQ, a great deal of education, and a natural aptitude for teaching. Why should I not use the gifts God has given me?

My pride (while inexcusable) is not without cause. Many within the church and without have confirmed that I am intelligent, well-read, and highly educated. They agree that I teach with passion and ease. When I teach, people learn. When I explain, they understand.

But God would protect me from what I, in my pride, consider beneath me.

I think I’m too smart to fall for deception. I think that somehow I can escape Eve’s vulnerability. But I cannot.

If Eve, with a mind uncorrupted by sin, as a woman who had experienced unbroken fellowship with God, could be deceived–how much more can I, with my sin-twisted and sleep-deprived mind and my through-a-glass-dimly view of God?

I am Eve, easily deceived.

God knows it–which is why He has placed this protection over me. James 3:1 says that teachers receive a stricter judgment. God would keep me from this stricter judgment by not having me teach or have authority over a man.

God would protect me by placing me under the headship of man (today, as a single woman, under Christ and my father; someday, Lord willing, under Christ and my husband.)

When I do teach–and I do, using my giftings to teach women and youth spiritually and people of all stripes in my secular area of expertise–I teach under the authority of my father, who offers me good counsel and brings correction when I am in error.

As I teach under the authority of my father, I am protected. My father, to whose authority I submit, is held responsible for error that he sees but fails to correct. This guards me against teaching out of deception.

At the same time, since I am teaching those who are also under authority (women and youth), I have an additional protection. These who hear my teaching are under the authority of husbands and fathers who can correct deceptions that I have unknowingly passed along.

God, recognizing in me Eve’s weakness, chose to protect me from myself by restricting my ability to self-destruct. To rebel against His protective structure is not wisdom but madness.

If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, take a look at my thoughts on why God chose to hold Adam, not Eve, responsible for the sin of mankind. And stay tuned for part 3, which should be posted on Friday.


Meet Bubba and Beau

Bubba is the son of Big Bubba and Momma Pearl.

Beau is the puppy of Maurice and Evelyn.

Bubba and Beau are best friends. They both go around on all fours, and both are keen on chewing.

Bubba and Beau books

The Bubba and Beau books, written by Kathi Appelt and illustrated by Arthur Howard, are a hilarious set of tales about a family of Texas rednecks.

Each book boasts a full cast of characters, including Bubba, Big Bubba, Momma Pearl, Beau, Earl (the trusty pickup truck), and a whole host of other folk.

The stories are told in a mixture of Southern colloquialisms and children’s rhyming language. “Bubba and Beau loved its squishy squish. They loved its squishy squash…Sister, that mud hole was better than pickled eggs.” “Yes siree, those relatives caught up till the cows came home.” “Y’all come back now, ya hear?”

Each story tells a tale in a series of [very] short chapters, describing some typical childhood event: kids getting dirty and not wanting a bath, a baby not wanting to sleep until daddy takes him for a car ride, getting primped and kissed when relatives visit, etc.

The stories focus on childhood events, but they’re really probably of more interest to adults than to children. Mommies (or adept babysitters) will laugh at the typical description of a child’s behavior in each situation. Anyone redneck (which, in books, generally means anybody conservative) will smile and nod when Big Bubba tears up at the sight of so many flags on the stamps he buys from the post office. Anybody who knows older men, particularly of the farming variety, will enjoy the “conversation” the men have on the front porch of the Feed and Seed. “Good day to shoot the breeze.” “Yep.” “Yes siree.”

Reading My Library

This is definitely a series worth checking out the next time you’re at your local library. Even if your children don’t entirely appreciate their humor, you’ll undoubtedly get a few giggles out of this fun little set of books.

For more comments on children’s books (counting and otherwise), check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



How I blog (An explanation for the missing book reviews)

Today, Carrie read one of the book reviews I’d linked up to 5 Minutes 4 Books’ “I read it” carnival and commented thus:

“So – do you have two blogs and am I horribly confused? I’m subscribed in Google Reader but I never see these book reviews pop up! What’s with that? Am I blind or something? I’m always surprised when you link up and then I scramble back through and catch up. Is it me?”

No, Carrie, it isn’t you.

It’s a rather nefarious plot of mine to completely befuddle my readers.

Okay. It’s not really that either.

[What follows is the long story–and the short. Feel free to skip ahead to the “short” if you’d rather not read my whole blogging history.]

Long Story

You see, before I switched to using the WordPress blogging platform almost a year ago, I did my entire website by hand. I started with a blank text document in Microsoft’s notepad and ended with a web page, coding the html, css, php, and whatever else I needed as I went.

This was fantastic for building and maintaining my web-authoring skill set, but not so nice for getting daily posts done in a timely manner. So after a year of regular blogging (I’ve had a website since 2001 but have only consistently blogged since April or May 2008), I decided to switch to using WordPress.

I didn’t want to let my skill set decline, though, so I continued building my “static pages” from scratch. I use the “old-fashioned” text-file edited html to create my Bible study, book review, and recipe pages (and use a completely different program to create my photo albums).

Unfortunately, these pages aren’t connected to WordPress’s auto-feeds. I realized this from the outset and tried to solve the problem by continuing my hand-coded RSS feed. The problem with that was that some people were only subscribed to my hand-coded feed–and therefore missed my regular blog posts. It was quite a conundrum. I deleted the hand-coded feed and directed those subscribers over to the blog feed.

But that left me without any way to let my readers know when I posted a new book review, recipe, Bible study, photo album, etc.

Short

In short, because I hand-code my book reviews, they don’t show up on my RSS feed. This is tragic for my readers (and potentially for my blog statistics), but I really want to maintain my html skills.

In order to help readers find the static content I’ve recently added to bekahcubed, I’ve started to post a weekly “Recap”. Recap posts follow a predetermined format, first showcasing any new pages that I’ve added to bekahcubed over the course of the week and then sharing any interesting links I’ve discovered on the web over the same week.

So if you’re looking for new book reviews or recipes (or if you want to see the photographical evidence that I really am real), take a quick scan of the “Recaps” that are posted every Saturday night at 11:59 pm Central time–and click the links to anything that looks interesting.

And there you have it: my nefarious plot to befuddle my readers (and my attempt at a workaround to still engage the most persistent of them all.)