Monday, December 29, 2008

Christmas 2008

Merry Christmas!


We spent Christmas at Bud and Penny's this year. Penny is great at decorating for holidays, but this year her home seemed especially nice. As my sister said, "It's like being at a nice lodge for Christmas." Her home was the epitome of a Colorado Christmas this year. The pictures do not do it justice.

My little sister Liz was with us this year which was a special treat for Katie and Titus. She is great about playing with them. Plus, Liz got a Wii for Christmas, so we got to play with it all Christmas day. That was pretty awesome.

Here are some pictures from the celebrations:

Christmas Eve we gather at Bud and Penny's to open the gifts from the Powell family gift exchange. At this moment I learned not to let your kids help wrap gifts. When Liz was handed her gift, Titus jumped up and down yelling, "We got you an Iron Man movie!" Liz feigned surprise for us, even though Titus jumped the gun.

As with all infants, the wrappings and boxes were Henry's favorite part of the evening. He's trained his whole life for this moment. He had the tearing and destruction skills necessary for unwrapping gifts.
Katie is modeling her new Christmas pajamas from Grandma Penny. She is also holding her new robot. Earlier this month she declared girl toys were stupid and she would like more boy toys. I remember feeling the same way when I would watch my older brothers playing with their remote control cars, boxing one another with boxing gloves, and playing their video games. Baby dolls just lay around doing nothing!

Titus is modeling his new superhero costume.


I don't remember what has Kate so tickled, but I do know that if Grandpa sits down, she always wants to hop in his lap, or be near him. He's a very patient Grandpa and puts up with her smothering very well.





Katie recited her memory verses for the evening, and this was Titus' contribution:

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Freedom of Submission

I have seen people respond to the trouble rebellious women make by cutting off all privileges to women. There are pastors who won't allow women Bible studies because the women can't be trusted not to subvert the church. I have heard women say, "It's always the women who cause problems in a church." The controlling husband won't allow his wife to have friends or get a driver's license for fear she might rebel against him. I knew a man who would respond to his rebellious wife with, "Sit down and shut up!"

But I would like to contend that the answer to wicked women is not tighter controls and less freedom, but the truth of the gospel. Neither Jesus nor the apostles treated women with suspicion or attempted to keep them out of theology discussions. Rather, Jesus said Mary chose the better thing when she left the house work to sit at His feet in the role of a disciple. Jesus Himself said it is good for women to engage in theology discussions. Paul started a work in the book of Acts based on Lydia and the women who were meeting to pray together by a river side. And both Aquila and Priscilla taught Apollo the doctrines of the faith.

I am just as much a prophet, priest, and king as my husband and all the men in the church. I am equal in standing before God with all the men around me. But this does not mean I reject submission to my husband and the church elders. Just as Christ was no less God when He submitted Himself to the Father and was sent, as Scripture tells us, so I can submit to my husband without feeling myself denigrated in my person hood.

In fact, I feel a wonderful freedom in my submission to my husband. I think of it this way: Matt and I have a fenced in back yard. Before the fence, the children could not go outside without a parent with them. They could only play in the yard under a close eye of a parent. But now they can go outside and stretch their imaginations and legs to their heart's content. So I am protected about by my submissive understanding. Matt doesn't have to watch everything I do, because he trusts that I am hedged about from those who would destroy me (including my own self-destructive tendencies) by submission.

This is one of the things I love about being in a creedal church. Our church, and I as a believer, can engage with those from a different perspective with confidence and freedom, because we are hedged about by our submission to the creeds. I know when I am talking with someone who comes from a Reformed Baptist persuasion, for instance, that I need not be afraid of their opposing ideas. My creeds, to which I am in submission, are firm on baptism. I can have full and interesting discussions because I'm firmly submitted to the authority of my church.

A rebellious woman is a great danger to her home (she tears it down with her own hands, Proverbs tells us,) her church and to her society. The greatest danger is to the woman herself, though. As the child who rejects the fences that were placed about him for his good, the woman who rejects the God-ordained authorities He's fenced her about with is prey to the soul destroying sin of her own as well as the wolves who are looking for opportunities to steal.

Men value few things more than peace. Early in our marriage, Matt and I came to a crossroad. In my rebellion I was using the guilt card a lot and we were falling into a pattern of Matt abdicating authority out of guilt. I was angry and he was becoming ambivalent as a result. But God, in His mercy, called Matt to obedience. Matt sat me down and called my sin sin and reasserted his authority in our home. He was taking a chance. He didn't know how I would respond. I might respond with fights and resistance, possibly even divorce, and any chance at peace in our home would be lost. There is no one in a better position to make Matt's life miserable than I. Or God might soften my heart and I might repent, and then we could have the strong God-honoring marriage that is possible.

One thing for sure, we would have only had a facsimile of peace if he allowed the situation to remain as it was. But God gives us what we don't deserve when we are His children. And He spurred Matt on to do the right thing.

I see around me so many men who took the other road when their marriage got to this point. They chose their own peace over the good of the wife and the marriage. When I think about what Matt did that day, I am overwhelmed with the risk he took for my sake. He called me to repentance, not because he is a bully, but because he loved me enough to fight for our marriage and for my soul. He hedged me about with protection when he stepped up and took the leadership of our home, and by extension he's hedged our children about, too.

Peace is a wonderful thing, but real peace will never come at the cost of the truth. Real peace is when we are reconciled to God through the gospel and then guilt no longer has power over us. My favorite weapon against Matt was taken away from me when I was reconciled to God. In rebelling against the God-ordained authority over me, I was rebelling against God as the Bible and the Heidelberg teaches us. Joyous freedom comes when we are under the light and glorious yoke of Christ. Freedom and peace are a wonderful thing but they do come at a cost. Submission to my husband is a light and glorious yoke in comparison to the misery of the alternative. He watched for my soul that day and facilitated reconciliation with him and with God

Submission is my protection in my church and country, too. Elders in a church are to watch for the souls of the people, the Bible tells us, and we are not to make their jobs difficult, but we are to submit to them recognizing God put them over us for our good. I am thankful for the work of the police and the system of laws in place in our country. As Dr. C.W. Powell says, "You never get what you think you are going to get when you act against the truth of Scripture." The rebellious woman who beats her husband down does not get freedom, but is chained by her own sin and trapped in anger. The person who leaves a church because he chafes against the authority of the pastor and elders does not get respect and freedom, but he loses respect and his exposed wickedness restricts his influence with others, and he becomes prey to the false teachers who will tickle his ears. The criminal who lives outside of the law gets victimized by other criminals and has fewer avenues of activity than law-abiding citizens. The criminal must constantly lie and watch over his shoulder.

It's the seeming paradox of the Scriptures that teaches us that we actually gain our life when we lose it. I gained my marriage when I lost control of it. This is what it means to live by faith.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Warning: Graphic Material

Toward the end of the church service yesterday Titus, nervously wiggling, excused himself to go to the bathroom. I waited to hear his calls which end every "big job." Not hearing any for a suspicious amount of time, I checked in on the boy. Poop smeared his leg and globs landed on his pants, the floor, and potty seat.

I panic and call for him to not move. After depositing Henry with a friend in the service, I gather my wits about me again. As I'm tackling this mommy job and begin cleaning Titus up, he says, "Well, I won't make that mistake again."

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Katie And Titus and Henry



I sat down to upload our Reformation Day pictures (Halloween to some), but they have disappeared. I hope to find them some day, but since I haven't posted pictures of the kids in forever, I'll share some more recent ones.

Katie and Titus love to crawl into the crib to relieve Henry's loneliness. I'm not an advocate of extended crib or playpen use, but sometimes a mom has to get some things done. Everyone appreciates it when I take the time for a shower, and they really like it when I make meals.


We dogsat Matt's parents' dog, Maddie (they insist they didn't name the dog after their favorite son, but we know better. Sorry to break it to you this way, brothers.) for two weeks this summer. To our great satisfaction, even though Maddie is one of the best dogs we've ever known, Katie was glad to see her go. This picture was taken within the first day or two of Maddie's visit while Katie still thought dogs were great.

This was taken before Henry could crawl properly. It wasn't until we went to my brother's house where they have carpeting that he got the hang of crawling. In this picture he is scooting himself about our wood floors via army crawl.


Here's our first born son practicing his winner's pose while playing his uncle's wii (I totally want one of these.) Titus is a chip off the old block and LOVES!!!! video games.

I'm throwing this picture in just because I love Henry's cool guy look.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Learning about "on purpose"

"Titus, don't hit your sister!"
"It was on accident."
"No, it wasn't on accident."
"What's it on, Mommy?"

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Just Like An Oldest Child

Bud, Matt's dad, has mentioned how their oldest boy made sure he won all the games by changing the rules as the game progressed. I don't remember this about my oldest brother, but he is six years older than I am and wouldn't have had to cheat to beat me at anything.

After breakfast the other morning, I got a glimpse of something similar to what Bud was talking about. I hear Katie say to Titus, "Whoever eats their toast all gone wins!"

Katie has only a crust left. Titus looks at his plate and sees most of his piece still on his plate. He looks away in resignation to losing.

"Whoever fills up their cup first wins!" Katie says as she is almost done filling her cup with water. Titus looks over and I see the excitement of competition cross his face quickly followed with disappointment as the reality of his lack of chance dawns on him.

Katie is across the kitchen, but Titus is standing right next to me. "Whoever," I say, "hugs their mommy first wins!" I hug Titus and his face lights up.

"Whoever sticks their bottom out first wins!" Titus yells as he wears a mischievous smile and cocks his bottom out. He's clearly the winner of the bum sticking.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Katie says a funny thing

Katie, when talking to Titus about the goblins in his dream, said:

"And did he kill you with a hammer?
And did he poke your eyes out?"

"Katie, why are you saying such violent things?" I ask her.

"For two reasons. And I don't know what they are."