Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts

Monday, December 20, 2010

Christmas Sorrows



A minute of musing... or maybe weeks of musing. Our Savior was born. Emmanuel. God with us. Christmas is the celebration of one of the most magical moments in all eternity. The systematic slaughter of all baby boys, the less-than-sanitary birthing conditions, death wishes from the most powerful man on earth... nothing could prevent our Savior from being born. He was born with death in his fist, in its own death grip. And such he lived, until he could lay his own life down and give death its final blow. Because of him death has no sting.



Or does it?



Why is it that Christmas is when loss stings the most? Its like the cruel, choking vine was killed, but the thorns remain. It takes a concerted effort and more faith than I have right now to celebrate without tears. I think of a family I know who's 22-month old baby boy was tragically killed in an accident last week. They are confident in their hope to see him again, but it will take a lot of emotional work and probably many many years for Christmas to not hold an extra bitter taste as the time they lost their precious son. It just doesn't seem fair. Its not right. Why should the celebration of God's greatest Gift to us be allowed to have this sorrow attached to it? What can a person do keep the joy of Christmas without partly mourning the losses incurred? That's not a rhetorical question- I'm honestly asking it. I'd like to know. For the mourners of "Tiggy", for another friend who is awaiting the death of a grandmother, for myself. Every time I turn around I have a memory of my dad and his absence echos. I won't allow mere death to ruin my Savior's birthday!!! I won't do it! My Jesus is bigger. This is a time of hope and celebration for the conquering of death. I make a conscious effort to pull out every barb satan tried to leave behind. Our loved ones may sleep, but HOPE... Hope lives on.



Merry, merry Christmas to everyone out there with your own Christmas sorrows. Our Savior was born!

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Church "Hunting"

More Phase 2. A couple weeks ago, God told us to move on from our place of fellowship. This is the house church where Randy and I met, where we have been family ever since. So the stepping out has not been easy. Not that we're not excited. No, these are exciting times for us, but figuring out where to go from here has been hard.

Such has been "The Hunt". I hate that. We lurk into the back of a church, blend in with the surroundings (meaning shuffling kids to unknown hands), silently sit and evaluate then- BLAM- fire the shot... do we go again or turn and leave?

We feel like we've been sent out with a purpose. We didn't leave our past fellowship for ANY reason other than God said it was time. We feel its time to really set our hand to giving what we've got to those in need.

Aye, there's the rub.

There's no perfect church and we're not looking for one (they wouldn't let us in!). The hard part is tolerating a church we may hate because they are in need of what we have to offer. Not that we're looking for where we can take over, but rather what strengths do we have that can support where a church is weak. We were at one church that does very little aside from giving $50 to a few missionaries every month. Should we dig in there in hopes to carry the torch of local ministry? Then we went to another that is filled with people running soup kitchens, free thrift stores, homeless ministries... but their standard for Biblical teaching and worship was non-existent. Do we bring a standard and sense of organization to a place that already shares our passion? Or do we keep "hunting" for a church that's doing everything we want to see already and therefor just mesh into something and not effect a change?

And then how long does it take of stinking up a pew before we can offer suggestions and help?

How long do we shoo our kids into inept babysitting situations before we share the vision of redefining children's ministry?

In the end, it doesn't matter what church we like or don't like, it's where God is calling us. But deciphering His intent here, is not an easy task.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Bred for Dairy Character?

Randy and I often compare people to livestock and the various characteristics that they're bred for. There are fancy show horses, fine thoroughbreds that are beautiful, graceful creatures... yet can barely handle a modest winter or the mildest illness. Then there are meat chickens, blocky and fast growing. Huge in comparison. They live hard and fast. They have to as their life is dreadfully short. Then there are race horses, bred for speed and aerodynamic form. And even still there are dairy animals, triangular in shape, large udder capacity. Mild mannered for easy milking.

None of these are me. This was made especially clear over the last couple days as I came down, yet again, with mastitis. I'm not triangular (for people we say "pear") shaped, lack the "large udder capacity" and I tend to get jittery during long nursing sessions. I'm not fine and delicate, nor am I big and blocky. My 9 and half minute mile personal record, despite my marathoning and previous daily runs proves speed is not my forte either.

So what am I?

A mule. And I'm ok with that. I'm bred with work horse genetics. I don't work fast, but I work consistently all day long. I can easily shovel a load of compost where the show horse would be worried about a manicure. I sweat like a pig, but I call it my "very efficient cooling system". I have broad shoulders ready for the plow. My milk supply may be lacking a bit, but I've got the banana trees planted and fertilized and organic apples and pears canned to supplement when the need arises. I'm not meaty... but hey, most women don't want to be!

So when I'm tempted to be jealous over the livestock genetics others are blessed with, I'm reminded that there are no true multi-purpose animals and something I have would have to go. I like being a mule. And on that note, the dew has dried and its time to take all my tiny little mules outside to do our mulish chores.

This mule has a very blessed life.

Especially since, unlike mules, I clearly can breed. :->

Monday, October 27, 2008

Would you kill me???


Forgive me for leaving the topic of family and farming and venturing into politics, but I can't help it. It seems everyone is taking their own platforms to speak out... everyone but the unborn. Before you vote, please understand the difference between "pro-choice" and "pro-death". McCain personally is against abortion, but is willing to leave it to the state to decide. That means that for those who are so concerned about the mother's health and wanting abortion to be legal, an at risk mother could simply travel to which ever state would allow it. I still don't understand that. I would take a bullet for any of my kids without a second thought, so why wouldn't I risk my life for them before they're born?
But that aside, lets look at Obama's stand... make ALL abortions legal. He has vowed to make his FIRST ACT as president be throwing out the ban on partial birth abortions. This is where a baby is BORN except for the head, scissors jammed into the brain (with no anesthetic, mind you) and the brain matter is then suctioned out, killing the baby that was already mostly born. There is NO medical requirement for this as the baby is already essentially born.
His "choice" doesn't stop there. He's also vowing to REMOVE FUNDING FOR PRO-LIFE OPTIONS AND CRISIS PREGNANCY CENTERS! I don't see what the choice is there? If you're financially strapped, well, abortion is legal and free, but actually carrying the baby full-term would mean you're alone with no public assistance. Yet he is for funding pro-abortion propoganda in Mexico!
I don't care for Obama's politics, but I never thought our world would go to hell in a handbasket in a mere 4 years of his leadership... until now. It would in 1 day undo 30 years of abortion regulation. I can't help but think the judgement that should fall on our heads should this go forth. If you care about unborn life, please click on the link below. Even pro-choice does not mean taking such extreme measures of infanticide.
He plans to make abortions a required practice for all care-givers, and paid for by taxes. Again, I don't see the choice. Would I have the choice of not paying those taxes is I believe its murder? Do I have the choice to be an OB/GYN yet not kill the babies I studied to birth?
Let me point out that the Bible NEVER calls a baby a curse (or a punishment) only a blessing. I've spoken to several young, unprepared mothers who considered the abortion option and are very glad they didn't. They thought their lives were over... but are now finding they were really just beginning. And if you can't believe that, believe me when I say that I and many others are willing to take unwanted babies- therefore making EVERY CHILD A WANTED CHILD.
Your vote counts- SAVE LIFE and spread the word!

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The Homesteading Paradox

Are we a Self-Sufficient Community or a Community of Self-Sufficient Homesteaders?

So, I have priced Featherman’s Automatic Chicken Plucker. I have looked into Cornerstone Farm’s table-top Chicken Plucker. I have read all the postings from The Deliberate Agrarian’s blog about his DIY Automatic Chicken Plucker. I have wondered about getting an old exercise bike to power a homebuilt Plucker. I have even toyed with the idea of getting a junked washing machine and putting those little rubber fingers in the rotating tub.

In essence, I am thinking about having my own Automatic Chicken Plucker. However, that’s not as simple of a proposition as you might think.

You see, I am not the only chicken-raiser in the universe. More specifically, within a 10-mile radius of us, we know of a few families that are also into rearing their own food, including chickens for eggs and meat. One of which is well known to the Extension Agent, and any other of us “backyard buffet” people as being the most dedicated, equipped, and knowledgeable in our county. He also happens to be a longtime acquaintance of several in our church family and is becoming a good friend of ours.

Steve has been a lone ranger, pioneering grass-fed beef and poultry for a few years now, not to mention the 15-yr soil improvement for his home garden. He is just a few years away from closing the furniture store that he and his wife operate and re-opening it as a local grown, grass-fed, mostly organic restaurant where his main supply of meat will come from his own intensively managed, zero-grain herd that grazes on 200-acres just outside of town.

Such a driven man, especially in an agricultural niche, is usually also a lonely man. Steve has been pursuing this end, and promoting the virtues of local and grass-based farming, almost alone for a while. Now that people like my family are becoming aware of the inferiority of the industrial agricultural system and doing something about it, all of a sudden Steve has company and fellowship.

So the time came in Winter 2006 and now again at the beginning of Fall 2007 that my wife and I have slaughtered a small batch of Cornish cross meat birds (20 to 25 chickens per batch). Having plucked a few birds by hand early on, when the hatchery sent us too many Rhode Islands, and having whined about it to Steve, he told us that he bought an automatic chicken plucker used for $800 and he would be glad for us to borrow it when we process our meat birds. After being delighted by the simplicity and efficacy of the machine, we gave Steve and his family one of our dressed birds as a way of saying “thank you.” This has now become our practice: when we borrow the plucker from him, we give him one of our birds.

Now, here is the issue. It would be very convenient to have our own chicken plucker. My wife and I could process as few birds as we wanted at any time without having to schedule to borrow this item. There would be times where we would prefer to raise fewer birds per batch. There would be other times that we wouldn’t want to process all of our batch on one day. We don’t feel right about holding onto Steve’s plucker for more than a week, and borrowing it more than, say, twice per year would be a hassle. We don’t begrudge the “thank you” gift, just that if we want to use an item frequently, at some point we should pony up and obtain one ourselves.

However, Steve is more than glad to lend it out to us at anytime. In fact, he seems downright excited each time we have asked him to borrow it. He wants to know all about our flock, how we’ve raised them, any trouble we’ve had or ingenious tricks we’ve come up with. Borrowing the plucker from him gives us a good occasion to catch up with him and get better acquainted with him, to find out what he’s learning about grass-fed beef and what works in our area. If we didn’t borrow it from him, we probably would have much less interaction with him, percentage wise. To borrow the chicken plucker then is an act of community building, not just a material exchange.

This brings me to my philosophical query of the week, one of identity: Why do we Homestead? Are we attempting to reform (or at least opt out of) a defunct system of “food” production by creating a self-sufficient, sustainable, and Interdependent Community? Or is our ambition born out of a romantic image of a simpler, more deliberate life where Self-Sufficiency is a measure of honor, sustainable ecology the character, and Better-Than-Feedlot Quality is the reward?

In short, are we who are Homesteaders a Self-Sufficient Community, or a Community of Self-Sufficient people?

I say that the central tension among Homesteaders is this unresolved paradox. We are by nature gregarious but headstrong; we are do-it-our-way people who want others to know the same joy and healthfulness that we are experiencing. We are willing to learn, but unwilling to assimilate. That’s why in each issue of Mother Earth News my wife and I find insight and encouragement but also laugh derisively at all the kooks, flakes, and weirdoes.

So, what is the answer? Do we build our plucker or do we build our community? Where does the drive toward Self-Sufficient Homesteading yield to the virtue of investing in the Interdependent Agrarian Community?

I welcome your insight.