Celebrating Fall

I'm taking a break today from serious posts to bring  you some Halloween cheer.

First, a recipe!  I made these pumpkin scones on Sunday and have been snacking on them all week (not the most healthy, but you could do a lot worse in the baked goods category).

They are a perfect accompaniment to hot cider, coffee or milk.

Ingredients:

2 cups flour

1/3 cup sugar

1 Tablespoon baking powder

1 Tablespoon cinnamon

1 stick cold butter, cubed

2/3 cup pumpkin

1/4 cup half-and-half, plus a little more

Optional add-ins: 1/2 cup chopped walnuts, craisins, chocolate chips, cinnamon chips....whatever you want.

Stir together flour, sugar, baking powder and cinnamon in a medium sized bowl.  Cut in butter with a pastry blender.  In a small bowl, combine pumpkin and half-and-half.  Stir pumpkin mixture into dry ingredients until combined.  You may need to add a little more half-and-half at this point so it isn't too dry.  Then add any extras.  This time, I used 1/2 cup chopped walnuts and 1/2 cup cinnamon chips and loved it.

Pat into an 8 inch square on a floured surface, then cut into 16 triangles.  Transfer to a baking sheet and bake at 400 for 20 minutes. 

I plan to make these again this week with walnuts and craisins.  Also going to try it with granulated splenda instead of sugar...hopefully that doesn't ruin it!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

I will be dressed as WonderWoman, hoping that at least a few trick-or-treaters stop by.  I have only had 2 in the past three years.  

Last night we had our Young Life Capernaum  Halloween party.  It was an absolute blast!  Here is a glimpse of the games we played. 

The Price

"I'm going to pay you back," she whispers, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

She looks so young. So afraid. So broken. And yet, so determined.

She clenches her fists and swings her legs nervously.  And we continue to sit in the corner of the waiting room.

We're an unlikely pair, K and I.  As I watch her, I think back on the two and half years of history that have led us to this doctor's office in Fishersville, and everywhere I see fingerprints of Grace.

Clearly HE knew this day would come. Maybe she is the reason He brought me here. And while this story is still very much unfinished, I believe that this moment is the answer to the question I have asked night after lonely night: Why, Lord? Why did you bring me here?

K has been one of my students from the beginning.  Her ninth grade year was marked by fights (including one that will forever be a school legend) and girl drama.  As a brand new counselor, I probably didn't handle most of my interactions with her as well as I should.  To be honest, I don't remember any conversation we had that year.  I just have an impression that she was a challenge and I wasn't ready.

I guess her sophomore year was a little better.  I say that because I don't remember any incidents, not because it was actually a good year for her. I just know she failed a couple classes and then stopped by one day during summer school and said she wanted to graduate early.

One year ago we did not have a relationship.  I'm not sure I even liked her. I remember praying one day and asking for help in connecting with her and loving her.

The prayer worked.

K and I began to see a little more of each other once this past school year started.   One day during her lunch period she stopped in my office and asked if she could leave her backpack in my office while she ran an errand. I was a little confused but I agreed.  She came back at the end of the period and I asked where she went. "I was visiting my mom in jail."

Oh.

It became a weekly routine.  She stopped by, dropped off her backpack, and headed up to the jail, which, for those of you not familiar with Rockbridge County, is literally across the street from the high school.  When she returned from her visits, I made a point to be available and always asked how her mom was doing and how she was.  This continued for several months, until her mother was released.

Fast forward to early December.  I looked up from my paperwork and there she was. Eyes red from weeping. I asked what was wrong and the tears started again.  After a while came the words, "I'm pregnant."

And then, there we were, twenty weeks later -- after a long, difficult process of obtaining insurance and a health care provider that was much, much harder than it should have been -- in the waiting room, about to see a miracle.  When we walked it I thought we'd made it through the hard part; it'd be smooth sailing from here.  I knew she had no money and was too proud to ask her estranged parents for help so I was prepared to cover what I assumed would be a $25/30 copay.  I only half listened to the office manager but suddenly came to upon hearing, "It will be $180 for today."  

Ouch.

I'm certainly not poor by any means, but an unplanned $180 expense hurts.  K looked at me and turned to the door, "Well I guess we're not seeing the doctor today."  In a split second, I pulled out my credit card and handed it to the woman.  I grabbed K's arm, "We're not going anywhere."

I finished paying in silence and we made our way to the corner of the waiting room.  She began to cry.  I wanted to join her.  This is so much more than I bargained for, I thought to myself.  Please, Lord, help me love her in this moment.  

"You shouldn't have done that, Ms. Mock.  It's not fair.  That is way too much money to spend on me.  I'm not worth that much.  I'm going to pay you back."

Oh, sweet girl.  You can't.  

The words tumbled out. "You're right, K.  It's not fair, but not for the reason you think.  It's not fair that you're here right now without your mom or your dad.  It's not fair that you even know that this appointment costs $180 and that you're the one paying for it.  It's not fair that the only person in your life willing to drive you to this appointment is your school counselor.  It's not fair that you don't have anyone to fight for you.  It's not fair that you don't know that you are worth it - that I would pay even if it was $500.  You are worth it."

The tears fell freely now.  I wrapped my arms around her and my tears mixed with her own.

You are worth it.

"I'm going to pay you back," she said again.  "I'll give you a dollar a week if I have to."

That would take you almost four years....I thought.  Even as I thought it, I knew I would never see that money again, and that it was okay.  Redemption comes at a price.

How many times in my Christian walk have I said to God, "I'm going to pay you back" when in truth the price of my salvation is infinitely greater than I could ever repay?  How many times do I think I can somehow earn points by doing good deeds or making some sacrifice when in reality it would never, ever work?

"What shall I return to the Lord for all his goodness to me? I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the Lord.  I will fulfill my vows to the Lord in the presence of all his people." (Psalm 116:12-14)

How shall I repay him?  I will praise Him. I will exalt His name and tell others what He has done for me.  And I will call on Him again and again so that He goodness is again revealed.  As John Piper writes "The psalmist's answer to his own question, 'What shall I render to the Lord for all his benefits?' is, in essence, that will go on receiving from the Lord so that the Lord's inexhaustible goodness will be magnified."

Why do I tell you this story?  Because on April 8, 2013, I understood the cost of my freedom in a way I never had before. I realized how greatly it cost the Father, but also how "worth it" it was to Him.  And I learned that the best response is to humbly receive and give thanks.

Months have passed since that landmark day...the day I saw grace in a whole new way and K saw her precious baby girl for the first time.

K graduated in May and I continued to take her to her OB appointments.  Then, on August 12, I got to be there for this.

Aniya Hope.

Precious girl, you and your mommy are worth any price.

How can I say thanks for the things You have done for me?

Things so undeserved, yet You gave to prove Your love for me;

The voices of a million angels could not express my gratitude

All that I am and ever hope to be, I owe it all to Thee

To God be the glory, to God be the glory

To God be the glory for the things He hath done

With His blood, He has saved me

With His power, He has raised me

To God be the glory for the things He hath done

Just let me live my life, let it be pleasing, Lord, to Thee

And if I gain any praise, let it go to Calvary...

On Katy, Kari, Miley and Why I Don't Like Going to Church (but go anyway)

This blog post begins with a simple Instagram picture that Kari Jobe posted several weeks ago.  It was a picture of her current favorite song playing on her iPod.  The song? Katy Perry's new single, "Roar."

If you haven't heard the song, I encourage you to listen to it...and buy it and make it your ringtone and play it every morning and before any difficult phone call and on repeat in your car and....well....you get it.  The song is awesome, from a catchy tune to uplifting lyrics and incredible sound production.  In fact, it's so good I will probably end up hating it because I've heard it too much.

Anyway, Kari (one of the most popular artists in Christian/worship music) posted a picture of this song and basically said it was her new theme song and she loved it.  Like all of her Instagram posts, she got thousands of "likes".

She also got thousands of comments.  Angry comments in all caps.  Comments from Christians who said they were disappointed in who she'd become.  Christians who told her Katy Perry is a messenger of Satan and the lyrics were blasphemous.  That anyone who liked this song clearly is not a believer.  Others said they would pray for her since she had so easily be captured by the world.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

I got angry then sad then angry then sad.  Now, several weeks later, I'm mostly just heartbroken with a little bit of anger that I don't know what to do with.

Does anyone else remember this girl?

This is Katy Hudson...a talented young CCM artist from the early 2000s.  She entered the Christian music scene during the days of Joy Williams, Nikki Leonti and Stacie Orrico...when Christian music producers were trying to find an anti-Britney and Christina.

Katy was a little different from the rest.  The daughter of two pastors, she tried her hand at songwriting and her songs were actually pretty good for a 17 year old.  But the critics were harsh.  Google her name even now and you will find articles calling her a little "too wild" to be a role model for Christian girls.  They say she's immature and unpredictable (I spend every day with 17 year old girls...it's the norm, folks).  She didn't last very long as a Christian artist.

But don't feel sorry for Katy (at least, not for that...I'll come back to this later).  If the picture looks familiar it's because Katy Hudson is now Katy Perry and she's the one who wrote the Satan-worshipping "Roar" that Kari Jobe and I like so much.

What happened? How did she go from singing, "He'll prevail in the midst of my trials and tribulations/He'll prevail in the midst of all my sin and temptations/He'll prevail when I fall and He will pick me up/For time and time again my faith won't fail" to "Last Friday night we went streaking in the park/Skinny dipping in the dark/Then had a menage a trois"?

Many journalists have asked but Katy's answers have been mysterious, to say the least.  Maybe I'm projecting too many of my own feelings, but I think part of the reason she doesn't want to talk about it is that whatever happened was extremely painful.  And from personal experience I can tell you that there is no pain so great as the pain caused by the one entity that should only ever be an agent of healing.  I'm talking about the Church.

As a child of two ministers, I'm sure Katy was familiar with the critical spirit of the Church long before she released her Christian album.  Her parents probably tried to protect her from it...mine did, too...but no amount of "sheltering" can keep you from hearing about the member who is spreading lies about other women in the church...the one inciting hostility against another...the people who don't want the single mom working in the nursery because somehow that will suggest we condone premarital sex or divorce or whatever.  I could go on....the ones who don't like one song and take it personally if it ends up in the order of worship...the ones who tell a young woman they're not sure she's fit for ministry...the ones who ask for prayer for other people at Bible study not because they actually hope for their friends' healing and restoration but because they want to make sure everyone knows that person is a BAD SINNER...worse than the rest of us.

And...of course...the great many ones who stood up and walked out of a church in anger one Sunday morning in 1998....

There are some wounds that take a very, very long time to heal.

Let's just say I totally understand why Katy walked out and, to my knowledge, hasn't looked back.

It's too hard.  It's not fair.  It hurts way too much.

And sometimes it doesn't seem worth it.

So.....back to Kari Jobe.  I think this situation has blown over.  She never commented on it and I admire her for that.  She's a better person than I.

But this is the reason why this whole thing worries me: the Church could ruin her.  Now, I have no doubt that Kari has a strong, ever-growing relationship with her Savior and it in no way depends on what others say about her.  I bet she's still rocking out to "Roar" whenever she wants.  That doesn't mean, however, that this wasn't a painful experience.  She devotes her life to the cause of Christ and this is the reward? It shouldn't be this hard.  Look, I know there will always be the "crazies" but there are a lot more "crazies" than most of us are willing to admit.  There may come a day when she decides this ministry isn't worth it.  It isn't worth the pain.  It isn't worth the abuse.  It isn't worth the personal defamation.  Maybe one day she'll just stop writing songs that lead millions to the throne of grace because she's gotten one too many "you're going to hell" comments.  That, my friends, would be a real tragedy.

This just has to stop.

[I have to pause here and add an aside that wasn't originally to be part of this post.  Unfortunately, as I procrastinated on actually writing down the thoughts in my head, another event occurred that fits right in: Miley Cyrus on the VMAs.  I have to tell you -- I wasn't watching so I only saw the news coverage and the responses from Facebook friends and popular Christian bloggers.  Frankly, I'm more outraged by the Christian response than the event itself.  First of all, Miley doesn't claim to be a Christian.  She sings about drug use.  WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU PEOPLE SHOCKED BY HER BEHAVIOR?!?! Second, the VMAs are aired on MTV.  Stop and think about that for a second.  A lot of my friends talked about how they were watching with young children and that's why they were offended. It was on MTV.  It was ON MTV.   What did you expect?  If you're trying to stay pure/keep your kids pure....I'm just trying to understand why you were watching it in the first place...Jesus had a lot to say about reactions like this...whitewashed tombs, perhaps?  I find it heartbreaking that the most "Christian" response to the whole thing came from Richard Simmons, who, with tears in his eyes, said he hurt for her, as she clearly was crying out to be seen...to be loved...to be enough.  Where was the Church to say, "Oh Miley, you are loved -- more loved than you will ever know by someone who died to know you.  Someone who loved you at your very darkest moment.  We see you.  He loves you."  Where is the Church for countless young women crying out with the same questions??]

We've got to do better than this.

I hope this post is not a divisive one. I am not trying to call anyone out in particular.  I write as one who has been hurt, but also as one who hopes for healing.  My own path has been a difficult one -- I never stopped going to church but there were years that I refused to get fully involved.  It's too dangerous.  I don't want it to stay that way.  I want to love going to church the way others do....I want to love all the people in my church the way my sister does...but I am so scared of being hurt again.  

But I keep going, even though some weeks I would rather have a root canal.  And I keep serving, because I trust the One who calls me.  And I keep writing and calling attention to events such as these because I believe we can't ignore that this is happening.  And I pray for revival.  I pray for hearts to be broken over the wounds we have inflicted on the people we've been called to heal...over the chains we've put on the ones we've been called to set free.  And I will love the Church because Jesus makes it clear that if I love Him I must love His bride as well.  

So tomorrow, I will get in my car and drive to church.  I will probably get a stomachache during that ten minute drive and then heart palpitations as I walk in and I will be a little shaky by the time I sit down.  I will be a little uneasy in the place I should feel the most safe.  But I will be there, praying that He will soon redeem it all.