A couple o' things

First off, I am so bummed that I missed the baptism service at the 5 o'clock last week. I usually do not miss that service when we offer it, because it's one of my favorite services and it is a powerful, powerful opportunity as a community. But I had to miss this past one, because it happened to be my daughters dedication day which meant a lot of family in town and family obligations so... Anyway, I am sad to have missed it. However, I was really blessed to read the testimonies of those getting baptised. Rosalind's testimony really moved me to tears and I wanted to copy that link here so that you could share in her wonderful story.

Secondly, tomorrow I'll be joining others with World Concern to run (or walk) a 5k marathon called Free Them to raise awareness and funds around the issues of human trafficking. I want to encourage you to join me if you get the chance, would like the exercise and wanna raise awareness with us. Registrations start at 8:30 am and run starts at 9:30. And, by the way, it's ok to walk. I'll need the extra grace and will probably be walking most of it since ma ma is outta shape. The registration fee is $10. You can check out World Concern's website for more info!

Yesterday we had the privilege of dedicating our sweet daughter, Fiona at a dedication service @ Quest. We feel so blessed to have a church community that has come around us to affirm our desire to raise Fiona to know God, to seek God and to love Him. We were also so incredibly blessed by the presence of our family and closest friends who have chosen to join us in this incredible commitment to love, to support and to nurture Fiona. Those folks who have been a constant and faithful presence in our lives-- literally took up three of the rows at Quest and we couldn't be more amazed and humbled by their love.

Why dedication? Quest recognizes both: child dedication and infant baptism. I have a great respect for both traditions. Child dedication is a community recognition of a parents' desire to raise their child to know God. The parents recognize that they need the accountability of God and their community in this endeavor. It is a blessing on each family and a call to acknowledge that our children are gifts from God and with that we have the responsibility of stewarding, nurturing and caring for our children, but at the end of the day we know our children are Gods and that we are humbled to be given such a gift and opportunity to be an intricate part of their lives.

Infant Baptism is a beautiful symbol. It is the acknowledgement that God's grace is present in every person's life even before he or she can truly understand/acknowledge/comprehend it. As a parent at the infant baptism service shared, "It is the recognition that God is in pursuit of us even at birth". The hope for a parent who baptizes their infant is twofold 1) acknowledging the pursuit and grace that God has for their child and 2) the commitment to teach their child of this reality in the desire to see their child come to accept that grace on his/her own.

We chose dedication, as part of our family tradition. Frank and I both come out of dedication backgrounds. We also dedicated our first child, Isabelle and wanted to keep with tradition for Fiona. The significance of dedication for me, on a personal note, is the awareness that I am so profoundly broken. I remember when I found out I was pregnant with Isabelle. I had such extreme anxiety. In fact, prior to pregnancy, I really didn't want to have children knowing how imperfect I was (and still am). When I thought of bearing children my mind would zoom forward futuristically to all the dollars and years of therapy my children would potentially need at the hands of my brokenness. Then I shared with Eugene the news of my pregnancy and I remember him saying to me, "When you have children you'll really see how incredibly selfish you are". At the time, I just thought, "Wow, that's not nice. Come on, man". Yet, over the years I've found this to be very true. In the midst of this reality, I really do seek and hope to be the kind of mom who can see my children, acknowledge their beauty and the unique aspects of their humanity, and establish space for their dreams & hopes. But most of all, I want to be the kind of parent that keeps pointing them toward Jesus. I want them to know in unequivocal terms that God loves them, desires much for them and has a purpose and a plan for their lives. I know, know, know that I can't do this in my own strength-- part of the process of dedication is being affirmed in my parenting and acknowledging that I need the help of my village and God to come around me and hold me accountable to my family.

Yesterday, we were affirmed, held and supported by our village in looking at the gift that Fiona is in our lives. Even now, at such a young age, I see just how better off we are having her in our lives. I see how much better off this world is in having her gifted to the larger community. She is a joy and a comfort and I am so grateful that God saw it fit to bless us with her life. Praise be to God.

Chris Brown, or not, it's not okay to beat your girlfriend.

It has been disturbing and frustrating to read about people's apathetic responses to the pictures of Rihanna (girlfriend of Chris Brown) where her face was black and blue from an incident of abuse inflicted on her by Brown. The New York Times came out with an article about dating violence where young girls who are fans of Brown stated that they believed it to be Rihanna's fault for the attack. Many girls felt that perhaps she had done something to make him angry to warrant him to do such a thing. You can read the full article here.

In addition, Nickelodean stated that they will not remove Chris Brown from the nomination for favorite male singer despite a public outcry. A petition was signed which included 4600+ signatures to ask the network to take him off. Yet, Nickelodean stands by their nominee stating," Brown was nominated before the incident with Rihanna, and the honor had received little notice until the singer posted a note last week on his Facebook urging his fans to vote for him" (Seattle Times).

As I read such things I am flooded with all sorts of questions like: Why do we make concessions for celebrities when they do such horrible things? How are young girls getting the message that it is ok to blame the victim of such crimes? If young girls believe this now, what does that mean for this growing generation in terms of their intimate relationships-- will there be a growing apathy to issues of domestic violence in their personal relationships? And how do we undo the injustice of perpetuating this cycle that if you are a celebrity it is ok to do anything you want-- even physically hurt another person?

I have a friend who works in the Seattle Municipal Court. Her department is the Domestic Violence Probation unit. She shares that the problem there is as bad as ever. Most of their clients are male perpetrators who are in the system for multiple offenses. Here are some brief statistics of the problem:
*One in every four women will experience domestic violence in her lifetime.
*An estimated 1.3 million women are victims of physical assault by an intimate partner each year.
*85% of domestic violence victims are women.
*Historically, females have been most often victimized by someone they knew.
*Females who are 20-24 years of age are at the greatest risk of nonfatal intimate partner violence.
*Most cases of domestic violence are never reported to the police.
(National Coalition Against Domestic Violence)

The Washington State Coalition Against Domestic Violence found in 2008 that out of 476 deaths related to DV in the state of Washington only 2 of those deaths were results of female abusers murdering their partner, 5 of those deaths resulted from female victims who killed their abuser in self defense.

So what is the problem with our response? I think it is this: We are not angry enough about these crimes against humanity. We still fall prey to beliefs that state, "that what happens behind closed doors is not our business". We turn a blind eye to such offenses and we don't hold people accountable to their actions-- sending a message that it is ok, perpetuating the burden falling on the victim's shoulders which isolates and creates doubt. There is a cycle of domestic violence and much of it is sustained on the scales of power, control, accessibility, security and isolation. We can not stand by responding in apathy to such abuses-- even in situations involving a celebrity. There cannot be ambiguity about our tolerance of domestic violence. We must take a stand now and we must teach future generations that such abuses are unacceptable in our communities.

Why the Homeless??? The question that continues to plague us...

This past Monday we held the Why the Homeless forum @ Quest. It was a great turn out, a great dialogue and a good start to what I hope to be a challenge for us as a church to care for the homeless.

The evening started off with a question, "Can we live into a more compassionate humanity"? After years and years of seeing the homeless be undervalued, stigmatized and dismissed I really wonder when we will begin seeing people with value and purpose simply because we believe they matter in the here & now. I wonder if we can reflect to the homeless a sense of dignity and the truth that they too are created in God's image with value and integrity. As I grow older, sometimes I lose a sense of that hope. I easily can fall prey to all sorts of cynicism, because it just seems like such a mountain to climb.

On Tuesday, I came into work when a woman I've worked with for years asked to see me. Upon approaching her I saw that she had a leg brace on both legs and a walker. I immediately asked what had happened when she shared that on February 24th sometime in the early morning she had been standing on a sidewalk when she became victim to a hit & run. She was just released from the hospital on March 16th and to make matters worse, the authorities who took the report, as well as the paramedics did not pass along her belongings to the hospital so now she has no identification-- all important paperwork that she owns is gone.

I don't know what that conjures up in you when you read that, but for me I connect with anger. How is it that someone could leave an accident not knowing whether or not the person that they hit was alive or dead? How is it that there wasn't more care taken in making sure that everything this person owned gets to her once she arrives at the hospital? How is that she is released, not fully recovered, to stay in shelter for the night but made to wander the streets by day in her condition? One injustice after the next...

I am working with her to try to get her ID back, but so far there hasn't been a lot of help from the police or fire departments. There isn't much urgency for a homeless woman. And this is what I mean by, "When will we live into a more compassionate humanity"? This reality-- where a person is valued and made a priority simply because they are human and share the same thread of the human experience that we all do. Imagine the healing, image the hurdles we could cross if we just cared-- if we left our anesthetized state, to really see another human being and care. I truly wonder these things. I truly wonder if looking at ourselves in this way could have made a difference for this woman.

This week has been one of wrestling.

Saturday was Craig's burial and Celebration of Life service. I can't begin to describe how amazed and blessed I felt to hear stories of Craig-- his tenacity for his family & friends, his commitment to investing in people and the love of God that was shown to others through Craig's life. I'll be honest I didn't know Craig very well, but I am honored to say that I did witness these attributes over the last year and a half as he battled cancer.

At his service, they shared a video which documented his life and his love over the course of his 36 years. I don't believe there was a dry eye in the room during the video presentation. The video was well done, but besides that I truly felt the love that Craig had for Betty and his kids. I could literally feel it. AND I could feel the love that Betty and the kids have for Craig. And this is where I feel broke, speechless and unable to come to terms with the end result to Craig's story.

I came home Saturday after the service. I hugged my kids. I played with my Izzy. I had a deeper appreciation for what I have, but I couldn't get over the nagging question of, "why"? Why after all these months of ferverently praying, of crying out, of interceding as a community for physical healing for Craig-- why had the answer come to this? Why was the answer, "no"? I wrestled back and forth with this question of why. This answer which was so senseless, so unfair. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night. I found myself getting up in the night weeping and flooded with emotions of all kinds.

On Sunday as I woke up and began preparing my heart for church. I pondered again the question I had been wrestling with and I came to a conclusion and the conclusion was this-- I did not like the answer God gave. Yet, although I could be honest and transparent before God regarding my dislike, my disdain, my frustration, my anger-- I realized that although I didn't like it-- I could trust God. I was honest enough with myself that I did not understand the big picture and that for some reason God had a reason for the answer He gave.

I'll be honest, I still do not like the answer. I am still in grief. But I will trust God. I will believe that for some reason (which I cannot fool myself to know anything about) this is part of some plan, some purpose. For now, it does not take a way the sting of his death, nor the frustration of this confusion. It hurts like hell. Yet, in this grief I feel an odd sustainment of God's presence, peace and the invitation to step through a doorway to trust. I pray I can be faithful to this call.

A friend of mine died this Saturday. Craig is a friend and brother of my community at Quest. Over the past two years he had been battling with brain cancer. He honestly, fought it so bravely and tenaciously, as he sought to be a presence to his wife and two small children. Craig made the most of his time-- although, the amount of time he had was uncertain, he fought to utilize his time in spending it and growing in love with Betty & the kids. About 6 weeks ago I had the privilege of visiting with them. I was astounded and moved when Craig, while weak, frail & tired, sat there and in turn ministered to us. He preached of loving our families more deeply and figuring out what is most important in life. Amidst his struggles to live, he found what was important and continued to seek God amidst personal tragedy and adversity. Here is an excerpt from a blog he wrote...
life lesson #6

in addition to your new year’s resolutions (many of which are probably already broken), I would like each of you to do something more meaningful and look back on 2008 and find at least 10 things that you are thankful for.

I’ll start…..
I’m thankful to God for his daily miracles of minimizing the symptoms from my tumors.

I’m thankful to God for letting me make it to 2009 – my docs said I’d likely be in heaven by now.

I’m thankful for every moment I had, and continue to have, with my wife and kids.

I’m thankful for my wife, mom, and brother who are there daily by my side dutifully taking care of me.

I’m thankful for all my faithful friends who just flocked to my side at a moments notice.

I’m thankful for my loving church body who amaze me daily with their continual prayer and love.

I’m thankful for my magician of an accupuncturist, David Lerner, my caregivers at SCCA and SCTWC who have taken such good care of me over the last 15 months.

I’m thankful for my wonderfully supportive employer – NeuroVista – who continues to support and love me on a daily basis

I’m thankful for my family and friends who have cooked us meals and taken our kids on play dates.

I’m thankful for each and every one of you who have read my blog, thought of me and prayed for me.


This is the gift he shared with me-- the challenge to love more deeply, to live more fully and to be intentional about seeking God's hand in each moment.

I will miss him. He will be greatly missed in our community. Craig, thank you for your love & service.

And my heart especially goes out to Betty, Joshua & Kate. May they experience a comfort indescribable in their time of loss. My prayer is this Psalm that I claim for their family:

121.
I lift my eyes up to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made the heaven and earth.

May God's help be present and felt today.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ISABELLE ROSE!

Today, this 3rd day of March Isabelle is five years old. It truly is hard to believe that it has been 5 years since we first met her. This morning I had the opportunity to share with Isabelle her birth story. I told her how she was two weeks over due and how we were so incredibly excited to meet her. I shared with her the very first time that we were face to face with her and how my heart swelled with so much pride, love & joy at the sight of her beautiful face and the sound of her amazing voice! I still remember that day as if it was just yesterday.

I have a few favorite days in my life: Isabelle's birth was one of my most favorite days. So getting the opportunity to celebrate her life, her hopes, her dreams and the person that she is shaping to be is very important to me.

Isabelle is really, truly a beautiful person with a kindred heart and a sweet spirit. She is concerned about those that around her and she deeply wants to understand how this whole God thing works and how it fits into her world day to day. We have incredibly deep conversations about theology and life. I am truly astounded by her curiosity and the questions that she poses to all that around her. She has a ferocious energy for life and is constantly moving and creating new concepts and ideas in her head. She absolutely loves to create and make art projects daily.

Today I asked Isabelle how she felt about being five and she said, "I'm very happy, Mom. I feel like an adult". Her goals for this year include honing in on her super-hero powers, taking up driving, walking to class by herself without her parents and continue being a good mother to Fancy, her pink & white cat.

Happy Birthday, Isabelle! We celebrate you today and always!