Making a gingerbread house with Grandmummy

Elisabeth made her first gingerbread house this year. She loved doing it, and ate surprisingly few pieces of candy in the process (but many more later).

PEEEENNNYYYY!!!!, where are you?!

Every few days, I know that Elisabeth is searching for her beloved doll, Penny, because I hear her little voice calling out:

PEEEENNNYYYY!!!!, where are you?!

What makes me smile every time is that her tone of voice suggests that she really expects Penny to answer!

What does _____ mean in Spanish?

Recently Elisabeth has taken to asking the Spanish equivalent for English words. However, instead of asking, "How do you say _____ in Spanish?" she frequently asks:

What does _____ mean in Spanish?

Merry Christmas!

In all your celebrations today, may you have eyes to see the glory of God in the face of Jesus!

Unwrapping with Aunt Kate

Elisabeth was delighted to exchange gifts with Aunt Kate!

Glory from God

Brother, nothing can cure you of the desire of receiving glory from men, or of the sensitiveness and pain and anger which come when it is not given, except giving yourself to seek only the glory that comes from God. (Murray, Andrew. "Humility: The Beauty of Holiness." Fort Washington, PA: CLC Publications. 1997. p76)

This is the gospel deliverance from woundedness.

A parenting book by Andrew Murray!

We're visiting my parents for Christmas, and I discovered a treasure: Raising Your Children for Christ by Andrew Murray. I haven't read it yet, but am very excited, as I just finished Murray's Humility, and it was far and away the best book that I have read on humility.

So you can anticipate tidbits from Murray on humility and parenting in the days to come!

Fun in the museum

Beauty - content and form

Recently it has become increasingly clear to me that in aesthetics, content and form are components of the beauty of a thing. A thing (for lack of a more precise word, since it comprises literature, visual arts, music and other media) may have beautiful content, but lack beauty of form. A great may Christian children's books fall into this category. The truth that they present is beautiful, but the quality of literature and illustration is woefully lacking.

The reverse is no less common: take for example a book that has great literary and artistic value, but communicates little or nothing of lasting value. A classic example is The Cat in the Hat. Dr. Seuss spun clever rhymes accompanied by good illustration, but the book communicated almost nothing of substance. (In fact, I think that The Cat in the Hat started a massive trend in publishing toward books that were simply silly. The effect is that the stories that shape our culture have been largely silly rather than substantial.

Rather than criticizing Christian authors and Dr. Seuss, let me offer a couple of examples of excellent literature that offer both content and form. Max Lucado's You are Special is excellent literature with superb illustration, and delivers a powerful and important message. The effect that it has on kids (and adults!) in reading is remarkable. The Story of Ruby Bridges is an excellent example of a book that does not purport to be Christian (although I think it captures the Gospel beautifully). I weep virtually every time I read it because of the beauty of what is presented, and the skill with which it is done.

This realization has set me on a mission to find things (visual arts, literature, music, and other media) for Elisabeth that possess both beautiful form and content. Recommendations are welcome!

When the Darkness Will Not Lift

I think it is safe to say that all Christians go through times of darkness; and that is not a safe statement, is is undoubted that each Christian will know another who goes through such a season. So it is of great importance, for the sake of Christ, and of love, to know how to navigate those seasons ourselves, and how to love others through such circumstances.

Here When the Darkness Will Not Lift is of great help. It is filled with much wisdom, and many references to the Puritans, who have tremendous depth in dealing with despairing souls. In fact, after reading this book, I want to go back to the primary sources, all of whom draw heavily on the Scriptures: Richard Baxter, John Newton, John Bunyan, C.H. Spurgeon, and Martyn Lloyd-Jones.

Here are a few glimpses of their wisdom:

'Often set before them the great truths of the gospel which are fittest to comfort them; and read them informing, comforting books; and live in a loving, cheerful manner with them. (Richard Baxter, 69)

"Nothing can wholy satisfy the life of Christ within his followers except the adoption of Christ's purpose toward the world he came to redeem. Fame, pleasure and riches are but husks and ashes in contrast with the boundless and abiding joy of working with God for the fulfillment of his eternal plans. The men who are putting everything into Christ's undertaking are getting out of life its sweetests and most priceless
rewards" (J. Campbell White, 67)

"Fold the arms of thy Faith, and wait in the quietness until light goes up in thy darkness. Fold the arms of thy Faith I say, but not of thy Action: bethink thee of something that thou oughtest to do, and go to do it, if it is but the sweeping of a room, or the preparation of a meal, or a visit to a friend. Heed not thy [hopeless] feelings: Do thy work" (George MacDonald, 46)

Despair of finding any answer in yourself. I pray that you will cease from all efforts to look inside yourself for the rescue you need. I pray that you will do what only desperate people can do, namely, cast yourself on Christ. (Piper, 21)

It is utterly crucial that in our darkness we affirm the wise, strong hand of God to hold us, even when we have no strength to hold him. (Piper, 37)

This is a book full of wise, tender counsel for those in darkness, and for those walking with another who is in darkness.

Whee!

No more guard rail

Last night was the first night that Elisabeth slept in her bed without a guard rail. When we first put her in a toddler bed, we put a guard rail on one side of the bed (since we only had one), and she proceeded to roll off the other side of the bed in her sleep.

So we moved the bed to position one side (without the guard rail) against the wall, and had the guard rail on the outside. It worked quite well for containing her, and I hope has been training her not to be too active in her sleep.

I think it has worked. Elisabeth stayed in the bed all night, and only Penny rolled out!

Don't take off my bandaid!

Yesterday morning, before Elisabeth was even out of bed, I heard a little voice come from her room:

"Don't take off my bandaid!"

Last Friday she got two immunizations, one in each shoulder, and so she had one bandaid for each. We removed one of them, and since then every time we change clothes she says, "Don't take off my bandaid. So yesterday I laughed and asked, "Do you want to keep it on forever?" She quickly replied:

"Yes please!"

An unusual slide

We found a great new slide that is built into a hill. No stairs! Just walk up the hill, and slide down!

All of Grace

Recently I have been listening to All of Grace, an audio book of the great work by Charles Spurgeon. It is a glorious exposition of salvation in Christ. Its title is quite fitting, for salvation is all of grace.

What has struck me as I have listened is just how the Good News of Christ obliterates my pride. Any time I am tempted to think well of myself (which is far, far too often) and look down on others (which is also wickedly frequent), I have no ground on which to stand, if I am standing in grace because everything is of grace. Any good that I do is "wrought in God." Any pleasure that I experience is from the kindness of His hand, and not because I deserve it. Anything that I have that makes me better than another is something that I have received, and that undeservingly.

Thus the Good News is infinitely good: that every good thing I receive is from the overflow of the goodness of a kind, gracious, wise and merciful God, and that every pain I suffer is less than what I deserve. Moreover, it awakens the deepest compassion for those on whom I am tempted to look down, because truly but for the grace of God, there go I. How can I then despise another without despising the very grace of God?

O God, let this be ever before my eyes, that salvation of Christ is all of grace!

Songs of Heaven

Songs of Heaven is a unique commentary on the book of Revelation. Its thesis is that the book is, as the first verse says, "the revelation of Jesus Christ" and that the throne scenes throughout the book form the framework of the book. The worship that rings around the throne, the songs of heaven, are then a revelation of the One who is seated on the throne. [I make this recommendation now as I am reading through Revelation, and am drawn again and again back to Songs of Heaven as a framework for understanding.]

I have a very personal reason for recommending this out-of-print book. When I was in college, I was in a small group with Robert Coleman for several years, and one of those years, he led us through the hymns of heaven in Revelation in a weekly study. As Lyle Dorsett likes to say, Robert Coleman is one who lives in the throne room. During that year, he ushered a handful of us into the throne room on a weekly basis as he walked through the book. You could see in his eyes, that he had seen the reality. He wasn't just talking about words that he'd read in a book. He was relating that which the Holy Spirit reveals through the book of Revelation.

I highly recommend Songs of Heaven as a preface to, or companion in, reading the book of Revelation.

An unexpected mutton

At the request of Dylan and Dan, here is the story of the unexpected mutton.

Elisabeth was selected (by age, not ability) to be a sheep for the Christmas pageant at our church. Along with one other three-year-old, she was to crawl onto the stage, look at the baby in the manger, sit quietly through a few songs and then leave the stage with the older children.

We rehearsed the day before the pageant, and Elisabeth was able to follow the other sheep in all their responsibilities. She was timid, but able to do it.

All that changed on the night of the performance. We found seats stage right (from which this picture was taken), although Elisabeth was to enter stage left. (That was the first mistake.) After the congregational hymns, I made my way to the other side with Elisabeth. As soon as we sat down on the floor next to the other sheep, Elisabeth burst into tears and started crying, "I want Mommy!" loud enough to distract all the people around us, but not loud enough to alert Mommy on the other side of the chapel.

We made a hasty exit out the back and were able to regain our composure before coming back in. When we walked in, we saw the other little sheep crawling onto the stage. So I hustled to the front and scuttled Elisabeth into the wake of sheep number 1. Elisabeth crawled timidly onto the stage, and then realized that I wasn't there. She froze and started crying.

All of my mutton instincts kicked in, and I crawled up onto the platform on all fours and took Elisabeth by the hand. There I knelt, quietly hiding behind Elisabeth while the actors (quite amazingly) went on with their lines. However, I could feel the eyes of the audience on the large, earless sheep. So I quietly crawled (very sheeplike) off the stage and back to my seat. However, it wasn't long before little sheep realized that Daddy sheep had left, and she took the same exit back into my lap.

This was the humble beginning of Elisabeth's theatrical career - and the pinnacle of mine.

Anthropological Insights on Anthropological Insights

Recently a friend recommended to me Anthropological Insights for Missionaries, knowing my interest both in anthropology and in missions. There I stumbled upon a review by Jack D. Eller, an anthropologist, in which he writes:

This is a terrible book with a terrible message: that you should use the understanding of other cultures in order to infiltrate and change them. That is NOT the message of anthropology. As an anthropologist, I resent this book profoundly. Anthropology is based on tolerance for other cultures, interest in their own ways of being and believing, and the concept of cultural relativism--that a culture's values and morals can only be understood in their own terms. The one thing we do NOT do is try to impose our own "truths" on others. If missionaries want to learn what anthropology really is, then read an anthropology book. But this text merely steals from anthropology in the most primitive way and turns that stolen material into the guidelines for cultural judgment, invasion, and destruction. It is arrogant and misguided.

I'll post my comment here as well:

It seems to me that Mr. Eller has convictions just as strong as this "terrible book" by which he makes the cultural judgment that others (but not he himself) are "arrogant and misguided." I would hope that all readers would be aware that his "tolerance of other cultures" extends only to those that accept his understanding of anthropology. For while claiming that, "The one thing we do NOT do is try to impose our own 'truths' on others," he has done precisely that in his critique of this book.That is not to say that cultures cannot and should not "be understood in their own terms." It is to say that they will be valued or devalued from the perspective of the observer, just as Mr. Eller has done in his review, and I have done in my comment.

Why post this on my blog as well? The issue is much larger than anthropology. It is one of commitment to a system of value by which we view all other things. The modern scientific worldview, as exemplified by Mr. Eller's review, shows a commitment to a view of things that imposes its own view on others while denying others the same privilege. The hegemony of the modern scientific worldview is precisely that it considers that it views things rightly, and that others who differ are arrogant.

I think it is of utmost importance that as parents we teach our children to humbly, politely and articulately answer such voices (which are dominant in the public education system) to the effect that,

"Our faith commitments determine what we value. You (if I hear you right) are committed to a modern scientific worldview, which says that those things that can be known are subject to the rules of science. Your view entails cultural relativism, which says that people are allowed to believe whatever they choose (so long as they agree with you), because questions of value and meaning can't be answered with scientific reliability.

I am committed to to the good news of Jesus Christ, which says that what is known is known by faith, including those things in the realm of scientific inquiry. The good news of Jesus commits me to cultural pluralism, which means that I believe that it does matter what I and others believe, but that persuasion, not coercion, is the means by which we dialogue. Religious pluralism founded on the gospel requires me to try to understand other cultures and values on their own terms and compels me to share the good news of Jesus on its own terms, not mine, or those of the receptor culture.

Or the shorter version:

In saying that one must not impose their "truth" on others, you are doing precisely that - telling me that your "truth" forbids me to speak mine.

Saying Goodbye

Elisabeth had to say goodbye (for now) to Auntie Megan this week. She (and Uncle Josh) will be missed!

Play-Doh Bucket of Fun

Elisabeth received another great gift for her birthday: The Play-Doh duffle bag! Not only does it have fun tools (scissors, garlic-style press, etc.) but it comes in a great storage bag, so that you don't have play-doh pieces everywhere. Elisabeth loves it - and I like that it is self-contained.

Our Sheepish Sheep

Not surprisingly, Elisabeth got a bit of stage fright last night for the Christmas pageant. So she had a little cuddle with Mommy before the show.

Serious Happiness

There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious.
(C.S. Lewis in The Last Battle, quoted in Desiring God, page 9)

Put it in my Citibank

Elisabeth has apparently confused piggybank and citibank. So she just picked up some loose change and said,

I'm going to put this in my Citibank!

Rehearsing to be a sheep

Elisabeth is going to debut as a sheep tonight! Yesterday she rehearsed with the head-dress (after some convincing . . .).

She knows my phone number!

This weekend, we were skyping with my brother and sister-in-law (so they could see Elisabeth on the webcam), and Elisabeth rattled off my phone number! She has been able to spell her first, middle and last names for a little while now, as the result of repetition. I guess she has also learned my phone number by listening to me say it on various occasions.

It never ceases to amaze me what Elisabeth picks up without any sort of intentional instruction on my part.

Overcoming fear and trepidation

On Friday Elisabeth went to the pediatrician for her three year check-up. (Yes, even the children of pediatricians go to the pediatrician.)

Elisabeth has a poor history with pediatricians, even though she is very good with her mother. She (not surprisingly) associates visits to the doctor's office with the pain of shots (since virtually all of her trips to the pediatrician have involved one of the normal childhood vaccinations). So usually she falls to hysterics as soon as we enter the office because she knows what's coming.

That made me all the more shocked yesterday when the mention of shots didn't put her in tears. I told her all to expect in our visit, and that at the end there would be two shots, and she was OK with it. She complied with all the examinations and screenings except the hearing screening because the headphones were really tight. She cried when she got her shots, but had put it behind her by the time we left the office.

I was so proud and pleased!

Name this animal

On Elisabeth's birthday we walked home through the park. As we did, we saw a pair of eyes looking at us. My flash saturation was not great enough to capture the whole animal. Can you make out what it is from this picture? 

Scissors

Elisabeth received playdough scissors for her birthday and has been practicing a new skill! Thanks Emily and Joe

I want them to be good

I love Elisabeth's simplicity. I love how she sees through the lenses of good and bad. Already her conscience tells her that some things are good, and other things are bad.

When we read her The Big Picture Story Bible, she will observe from the text and illustrations,

"They're being bad. I want them to be good."

I love it! That's the point! We are bad people who need to be made good because we can't do it ourselves. Because of the Fall, we live "in malice and envy, hated by others and hating one another" (Titus 3:3). Her simple observations and black and white categories make way for a simple presentation of the gospel: "But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy . . ." (Titus 3:4-5).

I can see so many ways that I need to become more childlike to welcome the Kingdom.

Frosting on the nose

Can you guess the sequence of events that led to frosting on the nose?

Now THAT'S a Christmas present

"Karsten [Piper], for example, worked hard on one gift one year. One Christmas morning in 1975, my husband [John Piper] stepped around a large, loose-flapped cardboard box to get to his chair at the breakfast table. 'Where's Karsten?' he asked, expecting to see our excited three-year-old raring to leap into the day.
Sitting down, I said, 'He'll be here in a minute.' I nudged the box with my toe.
Karsten threwback the flaps and rose to his full three-foot stature. 'And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them . . .' He had memorized Luke 2:8-20 as a gift for his dad." (Piper, Noel. Treasuring God in Our Traditions. Wheaton, IL: Crossway. 2003. p81)

Now that is a great Christmas present!

I don't want any more. I just want more of more.

Elisabeth is very fond of those things that are spread on bread: cream cheese, butter, jelly, peanut butter. In fact, she is so fond of the spreads that she often eats them, and leaves the bread (i.e. she licks the spread off the bread).

Just now she finished extracting the peanut butter from a piece of bread and declared:

I don't want any more. I just want more of more.

I trust you understand now what she meant.

We don't make messes

Last night I read Elisabeth the account (from the Big Picture Story Bible) of Jesus cleansing the temple. After I had read the section to her, I asked her questions about it, to see what she had understood. In the midst of my questions, she interrupted:

"I don't want him to be bad. I want him to be good."

I tried to explain that it was the people who were being bad by selling things in the temple, and that was why Jesus was driving them out. He was actually being good. She answered:

"We don't make messes."

It was a good reminder to me that the gospel stories, while familiar to me, are controversial. Jesus was making a mess in the temple. Every kid knows (or should know) not to make a mess. So what gives Jesus the right to go in, turn over tables, and drive out animals and people with a whip? That is the question that gets at Jesus' identity, and His authority, and can help point little children to who Jesus truly is.

Things that hang on a Christmas tree

Elisabeth has gotten the concept that the things that go on a Christmas tree typically hang. So yesterday, she got the flyswatter (which had been hanging on a hook) and hung it on the Christmas tree.

Now we're going to have to teach her which kind of things hang on a Christmas tree.

Melissa & Doug floor puzzles

Among the many great gifts that Elisabeth received for her birthday is the Melissa & Doug Beginning Skills floor puzzle. In one box are four puzzles: (1) alphabet (2) numbers 1-10 (3) colors (4) shapes. Each puzzle has twelve large, sturdy pieces - to my mind a perfect number for a just-3 year old. Any more and she might be intimidated by the task.

How do they package 4 puzzles in one box without confusing the pieces? They put simple shape patterns on the back of the puzzle pieces. One puzzle has circles, another squares, another triangles, and another rhombuses. So Elisabeth can sort them all by herself!

I've been a fan of Melissa & Doug for a long time for their quality and durability. Now I'm further impressed with their clever, simple design! Thanks, Mike and Lauren!

Happy Birthday Elisabeth

Happy December 13th!
We praise God for our little girl.

I washed my toothbrush

Tonight, after eating the remainders of the birthday cupcake icing, Elisabeth brushed her teeth. (I typically let her brush first, and then I brush for her.) I stepped out of the bathroom while she was brushing and came back to put more toothpaste on her toothbrush before I brushed her teeth. As I did, she smiled and said,

"I washed my toothbrush with soap," and pointed to the liquid handsoap on the sink.

I brushed her teeth, and she didn't say a word about the flavor of the toothpaste/soap!

I ate the icing!

Today Elisabeth had a cupcake with Auntie Em to celebrate her birthday (one day early). I asked Elisabeth, "Did you eat your cupcake?" She answered,

"No. I ate the icing!"

She told the truth.

A creche

In Treasuring God in our Traditions Noel Piper suggests that using a creche [nativity scene] can be a very tangible, visible way of making Jesus the focal point of our celebration. For toddlers who are particularly visual and tactile, it is a constant reminder of what this season means.

The Pipers make the creche the focal point by arranging it on a table, and gathering the gifts underneath. Anyone who visits will notice that the center is not a tree with lights, and the very contrast will draw attention to what the creche represents.

Sequencing Numbers

Today was the first time ever that Elisabeth has been able to hear and input a sequence of numbers. For sometime she has been Banana 411, a little flash game that audibly tells the child three numbers in sequence and then asks them to input them on a "telephone pad" on the screen. Until now, Elisabeth has been able to hear the numbers, but not type them in order. The last number is the most recent in her mind, and so is often the first one that she tries to input. It is fun to see that she is slowly beginning to put them in order!

The beauty of a 'biner

Yesterday we went out for dinner with Rebecca's parents. Somehow the Durabib that I usually keep tucked in the backpack was not there, and Elisabeth was in a beautiful Sunday dress. So we had to improvise. I realized that the carabiner on which I carry my keys would work very nicely in place of a clothespin to hold a napkin on Elisabeth, which it did. It made me feel just a little bit like MacGyver. :)

That's an Elisabeth Koodoo!

Yesterday we went as a family to a museum where we were looking at African mammals. One of exhibits had Koodoos (spiral horned antelopes). I tried to explain to Elisabeth that the daddy Koodoo had horns and the mommy did not. Elisabeth saw the third Koodoo in the diorama, which was noticeably smaller than the male and female to which I was pointing, and said,

"That's an Elisabeth koodoo!"

Bethlehem Tree

I really like Noel Piper's idea of a Bethlehem Tree, rather than a Christmas tree. She describes it this way:

While the children are very young, one way to create visual reminders is by using a large bare branch as a Bethlehem Tree. It would be hung with ornaments and items that picture or symbolize the Bethlehem event. When children are older, the branch might become a Jesus Tree, reaching further for its symbolism to include:

• Ornaments and items that represent the nativity.
• Items that relate to Jesus' life.
• Symbols of who Jesus is, as found in Scripture's names for him, word pictures and parables.
• Reminders of Old Testament prophecy and history leading up to his birth.

Many of our Jesus Tree items are not 'ornaments.' They are made of cloth or sticks or clay, or we reinvented something as a symbol. For example, the lion is from an old zoo game; the hammer and saw were part of a toddler's tool set; the globe is a key ring. (Piper, Noel. Treasuring God in our Traditions. Wheaton, IL: Crossway. 2003. p83)

I love that the Bethlehem Tree intentionally points children, particularly young children, to the reality of Christ by involving them in its creation. The children become responsible for seeing and selecting objects that remind them of Jesus. Do children who set up Christmas trees think that way as they hang the lights?

Sketching

I've shot a bunch of pictures of Elisabeth at the museum, but almost none of them turn out because you're not allowed to use a flash, and the light is low enough that a slow shutter speed usually catches quite a blur or motion. This, I think, was the first success!

Evangelical doctrines and evangelical experience

In reading John Owen, I have gained two particular insights into evangelicalism:

1. The evangel, the good news, is not merely the means by which we receive life and enter the family of God; it is that by which we live every breath. Inasmuch as we portray it merely as the means of escape from hell, or the starting point of the Christian life, we betray its true power as the news that never ceases to be good and never ceases to be our salvation.
2. It is possible to have evangelical doctrine without evangelical experience. One can have orthodox doctrinal knowledge of Christ, "but the sight of his glory does not consist in that" (190).

Owen put it this way:

It is a great evidence of the power of unbelief, when we can satisfy ourselves without an experience in our own hearts of the great things, in this kind of joy, peace, consolation, assurance, that are promised in the Gospels. For how can it be supposed that we do indeed believe the promises of things future, namely, of heaven, immortality, and glory, the faith of which is the foundation of all religion, when we do not believe the promises of the present reward in these spiritual privileges? And how shall we be thought to believe them, when we do not endeavor after an experience of the things themselves in our own souls, but are even contented without them? (Owen, John. "The Glory of Christ." Glasgow: Christian Heritage. 2004. p198)

Evangelical experience is just as important as evangelical doctrine. For how can we believe these great truths without seeking an experience of the things themselves in our own souls?

Noel Calendar

I found another brilliant idea in Treasuring God in Our Traditions. In order to sense the value of the idea, I'll let Noel Piper share it in her own experience:

For our family a more permanent [Advent] calendar has become a tradition. When our first child was a toddler, I could hardly find any Christmas things that had to do with Jesus. So I created the Noel Calendar, a burlap banner with plastic and wood figures that by December 25 have been attached with Velcro across the top half of the banner to represent the Christmas story. Throughout the month, that story is told in increments, starting over at the beginning and adding a bit more each day.

The first year we used the calendar, I learned an important lesson: Repitition is an excellent way for a child to memorize. In mid-December, when Karsten was barely two, my mother-in-law died in a bus crash in Israel. With little time to plan, we were on our way from Minnesota to South Carolina to take care of my father-in-law, who had been injured. On an impulse I tossed the calendar into a suitcase. In the midst of so much confusion, shock and irregularity, Karsten forgot everything he'd learned about potty training and too much of what he knew about behaving. But even though he could hardly make a whole sentence on his own yet, he could pick up the Christmas story at any point and keep it going, word for word, as he'd heard it day after day when we did the calendar. (Piper, Noel. Treasuring God in our Traditions. Wheaton, IL: Crossway. 2003. pp78-79)

We tell our children stories; that is without exception. But what is the central story, the repeated and overriding one that we impress upon them?

What better way to repeat and reinforce the story for a toddler than through a lift-the-flap, sequenced panel that leads them through Advent to the birth of the Son of God?

Climbing in stripes

I took this one a couple of weeks ago when it was warmer. I couldn't resist all the horizontal lines! 

Listening to great preaching

What is the young preacher to do? Let him listen to other preachers, the best and most experienced. He will learn a lot from them, negatively and positively. He will learn what not to do, and learn a great deal of what he should do. Listen to preachers! Also read sermons. But make sure that they were published before 1900! Read the sermons of Spurgeon and Whitefield and Edwards and all the giants. Those men themselves read the Puritans and were greatly helped by them. They seem to have lived on the Puritans. Well, let the young preacher in turn live on them, or perhaps be led by them to the Puritans. (Lloyd-Jones, Martyn. "Preaching
& Preachers." Zondervan: Grand Rapids, MI. 1971 p119-120)

I think Lloyd-Jones' counsel is right on, but I wouldn't limit it to preachers. What is the young Christian to do? Listen to the best preachers! Now that task is much, much easier with the internet. You can listen to readings of the sermons of

Jonathan Edwards
Charles Spurgeon
Andrew Murray
John Bunyan
A.W. Tozer

among others, on sermonaudio.com (although their search function is very inefficient).

Among living preachers, I recommend:

• John Piper as one of the most profound, expository, missional preachers
• Mark Driscoll for passionate, Reformed Gospel-centered teaching aimed at the unchurched of Seattle
• Mark Dever for thoughtful exposition that (almost) always addresses both the saved and the unsaved in the audience

And I think that every one of them, if not a Puritan, would point back to the Puritans as a repository of anointed, Biblical preaching. Happy listening!

Gifts to Jesus

It may be easy for us to forget that this is Jesus' birthday. That usually means gifts to the birthday person. Children especially will think it normal that Jesus should receive something for his birthday. We'll need to talk with them about what it means to give a gift to Jesus since we can't put it in his hand. One of the unusual things about Jesus is that when we give a gift to him, other people benefit. 'And the King will answer them, "Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me"' (Matthew 25:40).

If you decide early in the Advent season where your gift is going, you can be praying for the recipient throughout the season. Your prayer becomes an added gift to the family with special needs, the Christian relief agency, the local ministry, the missionary, or whomever you have chosen. . . .

The children at our house have had a simple drawstring bag - a shepherd's pouch, we call it - in which to collect Jesus' gift throughout December. On Christmas Eve, during a special family worship time, the children lay their pouches beside the manger of our special nativity scene. We speak to them then of giving their gifts to Jesus, as the shepherds came, giving Jesus worship and wonder. (Piper, Noel. Treasuring God in our Traditions. Wheaton, IL: Crossway. 2003. p86)

I love this idea as a way to honor Jesus in a way that is practical and tangible for toddlers. The emphasis is not on the gift, or even on the recipient, but on the King.

Another afternoon with John Owen

Once again Elisabeth marooned me in Starbucks (it was 26 degrees outside, so the park was not an option today) with The Glory of Christ while she slept in the stroller. (We live in a fourth floor walk-up, which means there is zero chance of getting Elisabeth from the stroller up four flights of stairs and into bed without waking her.) The more I read of this book, the higher it moves on my list of books to take with me if I was only allowed to take x number of books with me to the mission field.

Here's one little glimpse of why:

. . . to be neglective of endeavouring an experience of the power and grace of the gospel in our own souls, under a profession of religion, is no less destructive and pernicious than impenitence in any course of sin.
(Owen, John. "The Glory of Christ." Glasgow: Christian Heritage. 2004. p208)

Trains 2

The Joy of Heaven

" . . . I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance" (Luke 15:7)

In three consecutive parables (of the lost sheep, the lost coin, and the prodigal son) Jesus magnifies the joy of heaven in repentance. As I read these parable last night, I had an overwhelming sense of how this reality defines the family of God, the church. When we taste of the joy of heaven, it makes us jealous for the repentance of sinners.

O God, give us such a taste of the joy of heaven that we persistently, joyfully call sinners to repentance!

Treasuring God in our Traditions

As Christmas approaches, I think this is a perfect time to reflect on traditions and the role that they play in families.

Before reading Treasuring God in our Traditions I had not thought much about the role that traditions play in shaping the ways that children think about life - and holidays in particular. Noel Piper did an excellent job of setting me straight, and giving some helpful advice toward creatively and deliberately choosing and establishing traditions that set our children's eyes properly on God.

So as we approach Christmas day, I wanted to solicit your input on traditions that have helped you to see and savor Jesus in Christmas.

Comment away!

Orzo and Peas

I couldn't find my regular orzo and peas recipe, so I googled "orzo peas" and found Cook's Illustrated's recipe. Not surprisingly, it was excellent, and not too involved for a Cook's Illustrated recipe.

My breath is not feeling better

Elisabeth just went into the drawer that has the breath mints and asked:

"Please may I have one? My breath is not feeling better."

Little did I know that breath had feeling!

Back to Normal

Elisabeth has been sick for the last four or five days, and today her temperature was finally back to normal. Many of you who knew apart from the blog have emailed and called to ask how she is, and we truly appreciate it.

I think this may be the longest illness Elisabeth has had . . . and I'm glad to be moving past it!

Lighting the tree

Elisabeth helped Grandma put lights on the tree!

Bag of Tricks

As I mentioned before, I'm convinced that parents are responsible for planning to keep their children engaged. I think that is true at home as well as in public, but here I want to focus on going out in public. What to bring? Here are some of the things that I put in the backpack (although not all of them every time):

• BrainQuest (every time) [corrected so it does not appear to be a search for Brian]
• Counting Cards (every time) [brightly colored objects on one side with the number of objects printed on the back . . . good for learning numeration]
• Books! (every time)
• Snacks
• Spanish/English flashcard game
• Marker book [learn to form letters by tracing]
• Sketchbook & colored pencils

Most of the things in the bag of tricks involve me in some way. At this stage, that is strategic: I'm actively teaching her. As time goes on, I plan to steadily give her more and more responsibility in her activities.

Yes, this is very urban. I can sit on the bus or subway with Elisabeth and do these things, whereas a parent in a car can't engage a child in the same way. It is one of the perks of city living!

Staying inside the lines

Recently, without prompting, Elisabeth drew a circle and colored it in without going outside the lines! For some time I have been encouraging her to do it, and modeling it, but seemingly to no avail. But finally it started to pay off!

Two days later she did the same with watercolors. She first drew a circle, and then filled it in!

Poinsettias

 

Tomato and Sausage Risotto

Risotto never tops the list of quick meals, but if you're up for some stirring, this one is excellent.

Modeling behavior

Last week at swimming lessons I was working deliberately on getting Elisabeth to use her arms for the strokes. She can swim around very competently with a little backpack on using her legs to keep her afloat and move around, but she doesn't yet use her arms for locomotion at all.

So this week I had her hang on the rail on the wall and told her to watch me while I swam a few strokes of the front crawl down the pool and back. When we started practicing together after that, I could see her deliberately trying to do forward arm strokes for the first time, and it occurred to me that while for several weeks the teacher has been telling the children how to do the arm strokes, Elisabeth had likely never seen anyone swimming properly. All she had seen was her other little friends doing the doggie paddle. It was a reminder to me that kids need modeling. They need to see what the real thing looks like, and not just hear about it - even if the daddy strokes are much bigger and faster than she will do.

Trains

We found a free model train exhibit that Elisabeth loved! She was captivated by the moving trains, and the detail of the little world.

A soft answer turns away wrath

A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. (Prov 15:1)

O how true this is! The soft answer keeps the focus on the issue, and not on the confrontation itself. It also makes clear to a child that one does not need to resort to volume to establish authority. Speaking softly makes clear that authority is found elsewhere - and speaks volumes.

As I write this, I am so grateful for my experience as a teacher. I wish I could say that as a teacher I never raised my voice, but my students can tell you that is not true. However, my first-year students will tell a different story than those that I had in subsequent years. I heard rumors of teachers who never spoke above a conversational tone - and their students listened! They are my heroes. I don't get to emulate them in the classroom anymore, but I do at home. I strongly believe that parents and teachers who understand their authority, and the nature of their children's hearts, can consistently speak softly, even in conflict, and can build the respect and admiration of their children.

[Note: After I composed this post, I had a confrontation in my weekly science class. I took the group on a field trip to the park to observe trees (which is much more interesting than it sounds). There were two new students with us, who apparently aren't accustomed to having to obey. They were running around, and I told them to stop, and they didn't. I raised my voice to get their attention, and then told them in no uncertain terms that if they couldn't follow directions, I wouldn't take them on field trips. In retrospect, I think I would have been much better off to have found another, quieter way to get their attention, and then told them with the same firmness that their behavior would not be tolerated. Speaking softly is fairly easy with Elisabeth, but I'm still not where I want to be in living by this with other people's children.]

Sitting by herself

Last week Elisabeth sat by herself (without sitting on my lap, or right in front of me on the floor) for the first time in her museum classes! Usually she is happy to be independent during the discovery time, but when it comes to the story time, she is more timid and clingy. So I was all the more impressed when twice this week she sat on the floor with the other kids (at least those who weren't clinging to their parents or care-givers) to participate.

It is an encouragement to me that the Daddy-daughter classes are having a positive developmental effect!

Parenting and Hope

Several weeks ago I bought a used stroller. I went to the building where I was to pick it up, and sat in the lobby waiting for the stroller. I pulled out a book to read, and the doorman asked me what I was reading.
"What Jesus Demands from the World," I replied.
"That's good," he said, "It's important to believe in something."
"So long as it is true," I followed.
Our conversation continued on the importance of belief, and the challenge of raising children in these days. As we did, I realized that the issue is hope. So I asked him directly, "What is your hope?"
He answered, "That there will be more good than evil in the world."

Our conversation was interrupted by the man who returned with the stroller, but it struck me deeply that the hope that people in our culture can have is at best wishful thinking. It may well be that there are many altruistic people; but will they be more, or more influential than those who are militantly evil?

The gospel that we preach does not close its eyes and say, "There will be more good than evil." Nor does it say that our hope is only in the world to come, so that we just hunker down and wait. The hope of the gospel is that as wickedness increases (and it will, Daniel 12:1), that our King yet reigns and will, through us, turn many to righteousness (Daniel 12:3), and will finally come and put all things under His feet.

This is the paradox of the Kingdom. It is truly very present: "The kingdom is among you," and it is present with power in this age. Yet in the wisdom of God, the kingdom does not advance to a cultural dominance over the world. Rather, it advances though scorned and despised, while wickedness increases. It is not only possible, but is prophesied that evil will increase AND the Kingdom will advance. The fullness of the Kingdom waits not on us to bring it, but on the return of the King, to defeat His enemies by the breath of His mouth, and to vindicate His servants who have been shattered (Daniel 12:7). The hope that we present to our children is the most glorious of all hopes that grows through trial rather than diminishing, and is undimmed by evil. Our is a great and glorious hope!

Spelling her name

Yesterday Elisabeth spelled her entire first name (correctly) by herself!

We've been working on it for a while, but I didn't expect her to get the whole thing so quickly.

Pumping

Elisabeth is beginning to get the concept of moving her legs to keep the swing going. I don't think her pumping yet has any effect on keeping her going, but soon it will!

Be like men who are waiting for their master

There is a phrase that keeps coming off the page at me throughout the Gospels.

"Be like men who are waiting for their master to come home . . ." (Luke 12:36)

This is how we are to live in this age. Jesus spoke it to those who were in His very presence 2000 years ago. How much more do we need to hear these words now, as the ages hasten on! We are to stay dressed for action, and keep our lamps burning (35) in expectation of the return of the great Master. He has given us responsibility, and we must bear it well. The reward for those who obey is unspeakably great:

"Blessed are those servants whose master finds awake when he comes. Truly, I say to you, he will dress himself for service and have them recline at table, and he will come and serve them" (37).

I can't get my mind around that - and I love it! The only way that I will live in expectation is if I regard my Master as truly worthy of my obedience in watching and waiting. Yet for those who have true regard for their Master, and believe Him and wait for Him even when His return tarries, He promises staggering reward. O Holy Spirit, let us hear and receive this word, and be continually like men who are waiting for their Master to come home.

Mister Seahorse

I am not an Eric Carle groupie. I think that he is a very good painter, and that some of his books have literary value (which other books lack altogether, in my opinion).

However, I am intrigued by Mister Seahorse scientifically, sociologically and artistically. Through literature and watercolor, Carle surveys a number of aquatic animals in which the father carries or otherwise protects the eggs, rather than the mother.

It intrigues me scientifically, because the obvious norm is that either the mother lays the eggs on a bed, or keeps them contained within her body until they are ready to hatch. I must say that Carle educated me in the course of the book. Yet I am no less drawn in sociologically by what Carle is saying in choosing these underwater fathers as the theme of his book. Clearly his interest extends beyond sea creatures, and understandably my interest is piqued as a full time father.

I wouldn't put this book on my list of great literature, but it certainly is fascinating to a father on many levels.

Close up on a swing

Wemberly Worried

He's done it again! Kevin Henkes has brilliantly captured a child's nature in Wemberly Worried. Not only has he done that, but he has provided a great piece of literature for timid kids to confront their anxieties. I think a worrisome child could easily identify with many of Wemberly's fears, and thereby get sucked into the resolution.

Henkes is too apt a student of human nature for a perfect fix. What he presents instead is how one little mouse takes a step toward courage from fear in a way that can give a child impetus to do the same.

I think this is one of those books that is great for strategic use with an anxious child - and a fun book for anyone, whether worrisome or not.

What's in your hand?

This morning I had an interesting experience climbing stairs. I was carrying the stroller, and Elisabeth was walking. However, to my chagrin, she wasn't holding the railing, but was putting her little fist on the railing. So I asked her, "Elisabeth, what's in your hand?"

"Hamburger," she replied.

About 15 minutes before we had been pretending to cook food (one of Elisabeth's favorite games). She had prepared hamburgers, and she wasn't about to let them go (or pretend that they weren't there!) to hold onto the railing.

When I told her to hold the railing properly, I watched her shift the imaginary hamburger to the other fist before taking hold of the railing. Imagination is a powerful thing!