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The Slow Transition to Christmas Break

How long does it take a teacher to transition into vacation mode?

Take a look at the Facebook update I just posted…

Dear Family, I just spent ten minutes putting the DVDs in proper alphabetical order. I have no excuse for myself other than to say that enough time obviously hasn’t passed for me to get out of Teacher-With-a-Classroom-Library mode. Let’s pray that a transformation happens quickly or else I’ll be rearranging your dresser drawers.

You may want to offer up a prayer for my family.  They’re going to need every ounce of patience they can muster until I either complete the transformation or hunker down in my bed for the next two weeks in hibernation mode.

By the way, Chicky put up our small tree for me.  It has lights but no ornaments.  Nobody in the family seems bothered one little bit.

Go us.

We’re really into the Christmas spirit, eh?

As I said.

Pray.

😀

Holidays That Fall on Mondays…

…are for sleeping in, only to be woken up to a puppy who wants to snuggle…

…running errands (must add a fourth dog decal)…

…getting your nails done in a pretty OPI color (“Dear Santa”)…

…and watching high school soccer…

Thankful for Nearly Grown Children

Having nearly grown children can be such a blessing…especially around the holidays.

I enlisted Chicky and Rooster’s help to prepare the house for company.  They did a great job cleaning…nothing too intense, mind you.  I am AuburnChick, and I just don’t do deep-cleaning.

Next, it was time for the decorating.

Rooster checked out mentally at this point.

Chicky, however, completely took over.  I’d gotten a hold of something that had made me sick, so I wasn’t much use.

She did a fine job, even getting the table set for me…

Notice that green tablecloth?  I got it at Bed Bath and Beyond.  I could not fathom the thought of a red plaid cloth.  The one from last year had stayed on my table the entire six months that I went through my teaching certification program.  I’ll probably never do red plaid again.  😀

Chicky decorated nearly every room in the house, adding her own flair…

Chicky was a huge help in preparing Thanksgiving dinner.  She put together the Strawberry Bottom Cheesecake Pie that I usually make for the holiday.  She also helped with getting things put on the table and then cleaned up afterward.

I know that as parents, we dread our young children growing up, but I can honestly say that there’s nothing quite like interacting with your grown children on an adult level.

I’m so thankful for every moment I have with them.  One day, they’ll be off on their own, making new memories with their own little families.  Until then, I’ll put them to work and appreciate every tidbit of conversation exchanged in the process.

The Beat of the Drums

Happy 4th of July!

I really like when this holiday falls on a Sunday.  It is a good reminder that it is by God’s grace that we live in a great country like the United States.  This country was founded on Christian principles (despite what some people may say), and it is God who deserves the glory for the blessings we enjoy in this land.

When I entered the sanctuary, I had no idea that I would be in for a treat.

I attend the contemporary service.  This service does not have a formal choir.  Instead, the music is led by a worship team and band.

This morning, however, there were quite a few people standing on the bleachers behind the band.  We sometimes use this area as overflow seating, but this was not something we needed today as a lot of people were missing…out of town visiting family, I suspect.

Among the group, I also spotted three guys from the high school band.

Interesting, I thought to myself.  They must be playing in the band too.  It isn’t uncommon to see new faces now and then.

The service began in its fairly regular way.

Everyone stood and said the Pledge of Allegiance, to acknowledge this special holiday.

We sang several praise songs, passed around the attendance binders, and took up tithes.

And then the surprise…

The band, the extra people in stands (I quickly realized they are the members of the regular choir, which sings at the traditional service), and the three guys from the high school band stood up.

The guys had strapped on their drums.

One was playing tenors (which is what Rooster will be playing this fall)…

Another guy was holding a snare drum…

The third gentleman had strapped on the very large bass drum…

The guys were wearing black shirts, and their drums were held with white straps similar to these…

They looked like they were wearing uniforms, and the picture was striking.

The lights were down in the church, and the choir began singing.

The boys stood at attention.

They looked a little like the following picture, which was taking during the Civil War…

One by one, the boys lifted their drums sticks as their instruments entered the musical piece.

As they began to play, all eyes focused on them.

We just couldn’t help it.

We were mesmerized.

Chills traveled through my body.

As the tempo picked up and the song reached its crescendo, tears began rolling down my face.

Chicky looked over at me and, in a voice barely above a whisper, asked why I was crying.

I couldn’t explain…not yet anyhow.

You see, as I watched those boys play, and I listened to the words of the song, my heart was moved in a powerful way.

My nerdy brain that thrives on history saw those boys as representative of others who, many, many years ago, served in our military.

Music played a very important part in military life way back when.  Music signified the beginning of a soldier’s day, meal times, drills, and even pay day.

The musical selection Taps originally began as a song that ended the day.

Drum cadences were used to help men march in time, unified, as they were about to face an opposing army.  Commanders relied on drum signals to convey commands across the field of battle.

All of these things were going through my mind as I sat there this morning.

Those boys…one just graduated, one to graduate next year, and the other the year after with Rooster – they could easily have been in our nation’s earliest battles for freedom as most of the soldiers were quite young back then.

This holiday is a day when people barbecue…thank their lucky stars that they have an extra day off.

For me, the morning’s music was a time to reflect and give thanks, both to God and to those who were brave enough to take a stand for freedom.

What are You Really Celebrating?

First of all, Happy Easter to you!

My family spent a portion of the morning at church, listening to our Youth Pastor give a very stirring sermon.

Then, in true Family With Teenagers style, we parted ways…Chicky leaving to eat lunch with Guy Friend’s family (he came home for the weekend), the Mr. and Rooster headed out to grab lunch, while I took Molly on a 40-minute walk.

As I booked it (cause that’s what I do when I walk…not a stroll, mind you), I pondered something I’ve been pondering for a while.

What do people celebrate at the major holidays like Christmas and Easter?

I mean, these are probably two of the most important holidays of the year.  Although these are Christian holidays, they are accompanied by many secular traditions that invite all to participate.

This gets me to thinking…

What are people really celebrating when these holidays roll around?  Are these days just days of fun for those who do not have a relationship with God?

Let’s take this train of thought a step further.

Why don’t the masses participate in other “religious” holidays, such as Hanukkah or Kwanzaa?  Both involve the giving of presents.  I found this site, which is geared toward Kwanzaa-themed gifts and this one for Hanukka gifts.

Now, I’m not saying that other holidays are bad, mind you.  That’s not what this post is about.

I’m just curious how and why people choose the holidays they want to celebrate, and what kind of meaning they get from them if they don’t actually believe in what those holidays are about.

My family does not celebrate Hanukkah because we are not Jewish.  When we lived in South Florida, which has a very large Jewish population, my children tried their best to talk me into the Hanukkah tradition of eight days of gift giving.

However, this holiday is steeped in deep, spiritual undertones that we are not a part of.  So, we don’t celebrate it.

What about people who do not attend church?  Why do they participate in the Santa or Easter Bunny traditions?

This was something I wrestled with when my children were babies…should I also participate, or shouldn’t I?  I had grown up in a family that was active in church, so I understood the tie-in.  As far as the AuburnChick children were concerned, I knew that I would be bringing them up in a Christian environment, and that I would find a way to turn their eyes toward the real reason for the holidays.

I have found it fascinating…the way that churches swell during these two pivotal holidays.  Chicky calls people who attend at Christmas and Easter “Chreasters,” a blend of the two words.

The good thing about having a large amount of attention on these holidays is that many people do walk into churches on these days.  Only the Lord knows when their hearts will be ripe to receive His Word.  It could very well be one of these special days.

However, for the rest of the people, I’m simply as a loss.

It’s times like these…when my brain goes into overdrive on the philosophical thinking, that I am glad that God is in control…that He had a plan from the beginning of time.

I am so thankful that God knew His creation, as perfect as it was, would falter (thanks to free will) and need a Savior.  I am so thankful that He willingly gave up His own, and that Jesus willingly became the sacrifice that would serve as payment for my sin.

I just pray that those who mark these days in secular ways will pause a moment to consider why.  Perhaps their eyes will be opened to God’s truths…His mercy…and His love.

Every day that the Kingdom gains a new believer is TRULY a day of celebration!!

No Easter Bunny required.