When The Going Get's Tough...

The tough go to their daughter's school and have lunch with her....
The winter break is over and the kids go back to school. Sometimes we are ready and sometimes we wish we could all have just one more day to push the grind away. My husband and I dropped my daughter off at school and she said, "do you have to work today?" before rolling her backpack inside. I shook my head yes, and she replied, "darn, I wanted you to have lunch with me."

I received some not so good news the minute I got home from dropping her off from school but life must go on so I headed to my one job that is out in the boonies only to have the door locked and I wasn't able to enter. So I ran errands and came home early. What a fretful first day back from break. With the morning that just wouldn't work out in my schedule and my thoughts attacking my nerves, a little sanity was just what I needed so I decided to take my daughter up on her offer and go to lunch.

Seeing my daughter, friendly and tall, walking with her lunch sack to find her seat brought a smile out of the brooding mess I was in. She didn't see me sitting on the stairs waiting for her so I snuck up behind her and tapped her shoulder and she beamed a huge smile and in a super excited tone said, "Mom, you came to lunch," then she grabbed me and hugged me in front of at least eight packed tables full of kids.

The cafeteria was louder then women at a hen party, the constant murmuring drowned out the onslaught of hounding questions that just don't have answers. Who knew a cafeteria full of yammering kids would be relaxing? 

The state of limbo is the docket for the day, I feel myself squirming and writhing and wanting to run around with my head cut-off like a chicken but what good would any of that do? I wrote a post in the beginning of my blog escapade called Doing Nothing.  If I get any wiser as I age, I think I better listen and just rest for now. How does one do that without a pill or a distraction especially when human nature tells you to figure it out, manipulate til the cows come home, bang out a miracle or else you'll be labeled a failure? Gratify, gratify, gratify on my terms!

I've got my answer.. BE STILL, GO TO GOD!  PSALMS 46:1-10

I find it interesting (as I always do) that to be still in Hebrew is raphah. It has many meanings but the one that hit me was; to desist. This is what I thought after seeing that meaning: Let God do His work and don't try to meddle so that you can see His handiwork and He can take the Glory.

Jason Jackson made a good point in his article, Be Still and Know that I am God in this quote, "Here is the irony in this term “be still.” While we must take the initiative to fulfill our responsibilities and live our lives, the uncertainties of living in a world of sin and woe will continually challenge us. Personal initiative is no substitute for reliance upon God (cf. James 4:13-17)."

Of course I read James 4:13-17 and immediately knew I better sit on it and submit to God.

(One thing I can say with absolute confidence: I am blessed...remember my New Year's Salutation...God is active in my life and for that I can PRAISE HIM!)

When shaky news finds its way to your door; what do you do?

Have A Blessed Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year!

I have done a lot of reading about Christmas and its history this year. It has been quite a trip down timeline lane. The details are fascinating regarding how we got to our mixed, modern celebration; some things represent Christ and others are taken from pagan rituals, it is an interesting mix of world wide traditions. During my reading I came across an article that discussed how the word "Merry" has changed over the centuries in meaning. The author of the article, Sharon, writes "the word merry does not refer an excess of seasonal good cheer, nor yet to drunkenness. Those meanings date from the 14th century onwards. However, the original meaning of merry was pleasing or agreeable." Since I like words and how they are used (and I've been liberal with a few myself) I thought this was something to take notice of.

I sat down to begin reading the true account of why we celebrate Christmas. I started in Luke chapter 1 and got to verse 48 and stopped on the word 'blessed'. It was underlined meaning there was some more to learn about that word, so I read the text note and was pleasantly surprised that the meaning of this word had a profound effect on what Mary meant when she said, "from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed." It was not as I always assumed that word to mean, when I think of the word 'blessed' I think of happiness, material blessing, favor (even the dictionary says that) but the way Mary used the word showed she wasn't talking about how we would look back on her with a view of luckiness or happiness but that she was obedient and submissive to the will of God in her life and she endured in peaceful satisfaction . Her FAITH was what she was talking about. She knew she was going to go down in Biblical history just like Abraham, Isaac, David, the Prophets because she was willing to do whatever God had planned for her life. The neat thing is we can be called 'blessed' too if we choose to do the same.

Since the description of the word  'blessed' in the Hebrew Greek Study Bible is too good to not share I am copying the entire lesson for reference. Note the highlighted red parts are important.

"This verse contains one of the most misunderstood words of the N.T. It is the word makarios, used repeatedly in the Beatitudes. The verb of the adjectival noun makarios, "blessed," is used here. The translation says, "all generations shall call me blessed, " but the Greek says makariousi, the Attic future of makarizo, which in reality means "they shall bless me." But since the meaning of makarios is to be indwelt by God and thereby to be fully satisfied, the Virgin Mary was declaring that because she was indwelt by God, this fact was going to be recognized and declared by generations to come. In connection with the meaning of the word makarios, note that in verse 45 it states, "And blessed is she that believed." Makaria (feminine) is what Elizabeth called her cousin Mary when she saw her and realized she was indwelt by God. If you go, however, to vs. 42, you will find that the word translated "blessed" there is not makaria, but is a totally different word, eulogemene, which in its literal meaning is "eulogized, well spoken of." The verb eulogeo is the more commonly used verb in the N.T. of the two verbs: makarizo, "to be declared as indwelt by God and therefore fully satisfied," and eulogeo, "to speak well of" When we bless (eulogeo) God we are speaking well of Him which is equal to praising or thanking Him. When, however, we ask God to bless us or speak well of us, we are asking Him not merely to approve our plans but to interfere in our lives. God's words are God's actions. Therefore, there is a very definite distinction between these two words. The verb makarizo occurs only in Luke 1:48 and Js. 5:11 in which it is totally mistranslated as "we count them happy which endure." Happiness has absolutely nothing to do with makariotes, 'blessedness," an inner quality granted by God. The word "happiness" in its equivalent on Greek and as used in the Classics, eudaimon and eutuches, "lucky" never occurs in the N.T. The Lord never promised happiness, good luck, or favorable circumstances to the believer but makariotes, "blessedness". This means His indwelling and the consequent peace and satisfaction to the believer no matter what the circumstances may be. Js. 5:11 should be translated, "Behold, we recognize those who endured as blessed," that is to say, having been indwelt by God and in Him finding their full satisfaction in spite of their suffering."

With that I leave you with a 'new' salutation: Have a pleasant Christmas and may many opportunities present themselves through circumstances to humble and submit yourself to God so he may be active in transforming you in the New Year!

Politically Correct Propaganda In Teaching Material

The school system provides yet another rant for post fodder.

I gave permission for my daughter to be tutored under a school program to improve her handwriting skills. I wrote a nice long e-mail regarding what I felt would be beneficial for her improvement to the teacher as well as tutor. I asked my daughter if she had begun any of this supplemental work. She came home the other day with a reading comprehension worksheet instead. She said, "Mom, I know this is not right," as she handed it to me to review. Boy, was she on target!

As I read How The Camel Got His Hump, the goose prickles made their way up my neck. I'm getting used to their frequent appearance this semester. This story was written by famous poet, novelist and Nobel Prize winner, Rudyard Kipling. We all know him better for The Jungle Book. Rudyard was born in India but raised in Britain, the majority of his writings have strong Hindu influences. This is found in the fact he made the swastika, a Hindu good luck charm, his favorite printed logo near Ganesha the goddess of wisdom on his books. (When the Nazi's came on scene he was smart enough to have the swastika removed from further printings as he did not want to be associated with this group). Although Hinduism and the Culture of India was a main theme for Rudyard, How the Camel Got His Hump is influenced by Muslim legend. It talks about a spiritual figure called a Djinn that affects the lives of men and women. ( this information is taken directly from the worksheet)

 Photo by: AIDOUDA

HOLD THE PHONE!

This story may be about a camel that needs to learn to be a productive member in the animal kingdom but it should bother you, like it did me, the lesson is learned by a DEMON.

Why would a school's curriculum support such a lesson? Yes, the third grade is learning about myth and legend but this piece sure is a humdinger for introducing spiritual issues to a very malleable young mind. Yes, fact and fiction need to be addressed and the differences pointed out but this lesson is a slippery slope. Call me rigid, call me intolerant, call me over-sensitive but I won't apologize for protecting my values, my daughter and the TRUTH. Anytime a lesson supports a demon as the hero I'm going to ring the bell, sound the siren, tell you this is a piece of trash and it is WRONG! Here we go again, Chandra is going to tell you your school is trying to undermine the concept of Right and Wrong. You better count on it.

If you don't believe me that the "Djinn of All Deserts" is a demon, read one place where demons dwell. Matthew 12:43 and Luke 11:24.

The only good that came from this lesson was the opportunity to reinforce TRUTH to my daughter. The world is full of deception, whenever a spiritual guide is mentioned it is a demon. God is our only true, pure source for spiritual guidance. I was thanking the Lord as I read Job 5: 12-13. "He thwarts the plans of the crafty, so that their hands achieve no success. He catches the wise in their craftiness, and the schemes of the wily are swept away."

Worksheet Version of How The Camel Got His Hump

(Oh ya, one more thing...there seems to be a veiled socialist message in this story) can you point it out?

Socialism 101

On a blackboard at my daughter's school

The Great Museum Experience-The Blanton (2)

I chose a piece by Matias Duville he was born in Buenos Aries, Argentina in 1974. He likes to depict landscapes and nature in his art. The art he displayed at the Blanton is called, Guardian spirit. It was a forest scene, with a bunch of trees but they had no leaves. There was a lake, a car, a few cabins and there wasn’t much grass. I think a natural disaster happened in the painting. The effect of a mighty wind could be seen in the way the items were painted on the wood. The painting looked like the aftermath of a storm. It made me feel calm like a light breeze against my face. It made me want to jump in the painting and live in one of the cabins.

The Great Museum Experience-Blanton Museum of Art

I went to the Blanton Museum of Art. The piece of art that stood out to me was called, How To Build A Cathedral. It was made of 600,000 pennies, 2,000 cattle bones and 800 communion wafers. The artists’ name was Cildo Meireles.  He is a Brazilian, Contemporary artist born in Rio de Janeiro in 1948. He wants people to interact with his art. I got to touch a handful of the 600,000 pennies. At first, I thought the communion wafers were plywood chips. After I read about the piece it made sense why wafers were used. 

I felt like I was on a cruise ship with sweet tea and lounge chairs and Jazz music playing in the background.

Mission/Missions/How To Build A Cathedral
By Cildo Meireles
Photo by: Chandra Brown

This particular installation is a permanent exhibit at The Blanton in Austin, Texas.

Fun Facts About The Artist:

Cildo Meireles is also known for his political statements through his Coca-Cola Project and re-stamping bank notes with politcally charged messages and inserting these pieces of "propaganda" secretly back into the population. A clever way to voice against the censorship of government and promote free speech. Although these clever antics are not considered art, they are highly sought after by museums.

In Praise Of Good Teachers

In light of all my posts containing the negative aspect of Americas' vast education system, I felt it was necessary to add some balance and highlight some of the qualities within the system; good teachers.

Clara Barton by: Umbricht

Think of your school years and I'm sure the teachers who made an impact on you are the ones that pop in your mind first. I'd love to hear stories of those teachers that made a difference in your life or in your children's lives. You know I'm gonna tell you a few of mine.

Mrs. Kurtz, The Curt

Elementary teachers deserve " Blown Out Nerve But Still Kickin" awards. Dealing with 18 or more students with wiggles and pent-up energy for 6-8 hours a day and trying to pass important foundational knowledge that will be retained is a skill I marvel at. Mrs. Kurtz was my third and fourth grade English teacher. I laugh at her humor now but as a kid we just didn't get it at first. She was going to help us learn proper usage, grammar and manners come hell or high water. She wouldn't let anything slip by her, not even when we were asking to use the bathroom. Every day without fail a kid would raise their hand and ask, "Can I go to the bathroom?" and without fail she would respond, "I don't know, can you?" The kid would look bewildered and she would then tell them the correct way to ask, "MAY I go to the restroom?"   After about a semester of correcting, the kids finally understood that proper usage of words makes the sentence change. I learned from Mrs. Kurtz, words and how you use them make a difference.
She also made her class fun by bringing in Ads from the local newspaper that had grammatical or spelling mistakes. If we could point them out we got extra credit. It was also a good lesson that even professionals and adults make mistakes.

Mr. Waco Einstein's Red Haired Twin

Mr. Waco was my third and fourth grade Math and Science teacher. He literally was the spitting image of Einstein but with flaming red hair instead of white. Since he was pegged "Einstein" by the kids, he told us the famous equation his likeness miraculously figured out; E=MC2. Not that we really understood the Special Theory of Relativity, but we felt awesome being exposed to it by someone that looked just like him. He made Science and Math fun and I remember him taking extra effort with me in Math. He was real; one time a kid pushed his buttons a little to far and he put the kid in his place; eyes were big and round that day but we still respected him and knew his class was a class for learning, not goofing around.

The Polyester Pant Suit Pedagogue

I went to Dennison For Junior High where Dr. Carlton, an ex- Navy Captain was the principal. The kids feared his military background and thought the campus would be run in tight-ship fashion, salutes and all. Dr. Carlton was a wonderful man who ran his school with efficiency and tight control but the kids learned they need not fear him; he conveyed friendliness but with a take action, no- mess around attitude.  He certainly did something right because I remember most of my teachers from these years as wonderful ones. The one that made the most impression on me and I thank to this day for his teaching abilities is Mr. Mummert.

Mr. Mummert was a relic from the seventies; large lapelled shirts, thick suit jackets that matched bell-bottom pants and a tie so huge it should have been a clowns made him an easy target for distraction. Kids being able to pinpoint oddities like a K-9 dog sniffed out Mr. Mummert's fashion choice as a topic of relentless goading. I was guilty of recording his daily ensemble as a fashion report so those who were not in his class could see the outfit of choice and giggle at lunchtime.

Despite the shallowness of junior high minds, Mr. Mummert stuck to his guns and whipped his class into shape. He first taught us how to take proper notes from a lecture, pulling out important points for study through the A,B,C and 1,2,3 style. As the year progressed his passion for Social Studies and History started to outshine his hideous outfits. I started to put my portraiture aside and really listen as he made geographical places come alive when he taught the History behind the location on the map. He even got us so involved in wanting to learn he taught us a game called Diplomacy that takes weeks to play and involved strategy and an ongoing thought process from day to day. I remember wanting to impress him with my required end of year project, so I had my Dad help me display a wondrous re-enactment of The Battle of Midway, with small wooden Japanese and American Bombers strung with fishing wire in battle flight over the Carriers in the Pacific Ocean with a written report to explain the battle. He was very impressed and told me he was giving me a 'B+'. I asked why not an 'A'? He told me it was in every way an 'A' project but the fact I had my Dad help me when I was capable of doing it entirely on my own made the credit not totally mine. Mr. Mummert had my respect and I was happy to accept a B+ from him.
I think he may have learned a bit from the students too, at the end of the year he was sporting a nice pull over cardigan with kacky pants every now and then.

Mrs. Cheese, Economics and American History



Mrs. Cheese let her kids ask questions and discussed both sides of a topic. She also allowed for debate as we read items from the textbook.

She told me at the end of the year, "Chandra, you should really look into Political Science when you go to college." Of course I didn't take that route but I look back on her as a teacher that knew her students. I look back now and think I really should have taken her advice, I have always been passionate about what is going on in our country. She saw something in me before I even did.

Mr. Coons English

Mr. Coons helped me choose college courses I could take during the high school day at the local Community College. He even let me leave his English class early so I could make it to the college class on time. 

I remember one assignment for his class was to choose a topic from any literary source and write your thoughts about it and back it up with facts. I chose the Bible. I wanted to write about the prophetic handwriting on the wall in Daniel 5. He wasn't a believer but he was gracious and read my assignment thoroughly and marked on the paper how it made him think about the truth of the Bible. I find it funny he also found a mistake of mine regarding the term 'mene, mene, tekel upharsin." I wrote something incorrect about it and he took the time to research it himself and showed me where I made the error. Instead of throwing this by the wayside because it was "Christian biased" in a public school curriculum, he let me do what I felt was important.

I also found out he had a hand in helping me receive a scholarship to the community college. It was a surprise to me as my name was called off at graduation for scholarship awards. He took the extra effort that he did not have to do.

Literature in College

I am racking my brain trying to remember this professors name, but I can remember her long, narrow face and pixy style haircut and her PASSION for her subject. She made the Iliad and the Odyssey come off the page at you as she explained the meaning and background and what a 'hero' meant in Greek culture. She was so inspiring in her understanding of the text that it made the actual reading enjoyable. It wasn't just some old book written by some old dude, she gave the piece context and the meaning came out loud and clear.


I have taken for granted many of the great teachers in the course of my life, I write this post in honor of them. They keep the institution of learning alive and something you want to retain and not just get through for credit and a piece of paper. I must mention that my parents and in-laws have been wonderful teachers too. The generation before you has much experience that we should glean and learn from. I am blessed that I have tutelage under some amazing people, it only makes me think in pure joy that God puts them in my life for enrichment and pleasure!

The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires. ~William Arthur Ward