Our old(est) suburban was purchased in 1994, which seems like a long time ago until you consider this particular vehicle was a 1977. Yep, complete with the two-tone orange/beige paint job—it was known as “the rolling pumpkin” at the mechanic shop. No computer, no electric windows, and someone even had enough sense of humor to install glass packs. Man, you could hear me coming down a hill from a mile away! It idled so loudly that one morning the sonic waves set of the alarm on the fancy car next to it in the high school parking lot. Continue reading
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Cruisin’
Bring On the Red Ink
It’s been years since I have taken a written test, but even as an adult I still get some well-suppressed jitters when the paper is handed back. (That is, unless it’s all on computer; I’m showing my vintage, I suppose.)
Who doesn’t remember the composition class in high school with the completed assignment coming back marked up in red from the teacher? And I only made it to trigonometry and “college math” when I was in high school—I begged off from calculus, thank you very much. My first trig exam came back into my hands with something like an 11 out of 40 or 50. (I still distinctly remember that “11” at the top of the page.)
Thankfully, nursing school didn’t need calculus or trig, but since this was before the days of ubiquitous computerized machinery—or Google—we needed a special form of math that had to do with calculating IV drip rates, converting “household” and “apothecary” measurements into “metric” portions, and the like. There’s no wiggle room in this kind of math—the patient’s health (and life) depended on it.
I’m not sure what kind of memories King Solomon was drawing upon when he wrote this…
“To learn, you must love discipline;
it is stupid to hate correction.”
…but he may have had a time when he also hoped his own personal physician hadn’t tried to cheat, fake or argue his way through medical school.
To be a student of any kind takes discipline, and discipline takes humility. It means embracing the (eventually inevitable) fact that I’m not smart enough on my own to get it right the first time. Maybe not even the second or third. That someone may actually know more than me. That knowledge and skill comes only with persistent personal application, and that, in itself, comes with the price of time and sacrifice.
In reality, the dunce hat doesn’t belong to those who make mistakes, but to those who refuse to learn from them, and from others.
Your future “patients” will thank you.
Proverbs 12:1 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Doggie Dunce photo from StrangeDangers.com, Google Images
Your sty, or mine?
My grandfather used to raise hogs. I remember as a kid how grandma would have the runts up at the house trying to feed them in the off-change they might decide to live. And to this little girl, they were sooOOO000ooo adorable! I was such an animal lover, and I would naturally end up naming them, like Sylvester Pigsley.
Then one of them would succumb and grandma would just as naturally heave it over the fence. (Can’t remember if it was Sylvester or not, but it was quite the education for a young suburbanite…)
I have also since learned that pigs are not overly discriminating with their dietary preferences; neither is keeping their personal space clean a high priority, thus our comments to the teenager’s room looking like “a pig-sty”.
Okay, I’m still a suburbanite, but to this day I think a pig’s reputation gets a bit of a bum rap. I’m told they are actually one of the more intelligent barnyard animals, rolling around in mud and eating slop notwithstanding. All that intelligence is just hidden under gross and grunts.
Interestingly, the opposite is true with Solomon’s comparison.:
A beautiful woman who lacks discretion
is like a gold ring in a pig’s snout.
In this example, we have all the beautiful trappings on the outside hiding what’s really within. Now, here’s a guy with more than a little experience—something like 700 wives and 300 pseudo-wives. I’m sure he had his share of less-than-discreet, (not to mention the hormonal drama…gag!) Plus, consider that being in such a position of social and political power put him at higher risk when it came to the consequences of indiscretion.
Because it wasn’t merely about what she wore (or didn’t wear), but also about how she saw herself in relation to those around her. A woman of true discretion knows that she has a “hidden congregation”, areas of influence, some of which she is aware, and some not. By inference, this means people are watching and listening,…and learning.
It also means that her decisions, her responses, her words, are a reflection on those who are dear to her, to their reputations as well. How does what I say and do honor my husband and children, my parents, other Christians, and more importantly, my Lord?
Once again, as usual, it’s not just about me. I may not be a king’s wife, but I am a King’s daughter. (And with or without the gold ring of beauty, I have a crown.)
Proverbs 11:22 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Safely across to dry ground

The Mighty Wonder Buck enjoying his outing.
Buckley and I enjoy terrain hiking in a tiny semi-secluded patch of the planet belonging to the college where my husband works. It’s private land, so I’m thinking the town’s leash laws are not in effect. It’s also one of the few places I can let him range, and he loves it!
So do I. Not only for myself, but I get such a kick out of watching him enjoy the freedom, and I marvel at the sure-footedness of this rescue pound-puppy of ours. Not that I can say that about myself, mind you. No, this one carries a walking stick, wears special insoles in trail running shoes (in which I walk, not run), and even then I have to pick carefully through leaves and creek beds, using that opposable thumb to grab and hoist myself up the hills.
Buckley, the barefoot creature without the opposable thumb? Right. He leaves me in the dust.
I have to be especially attentive when crossing a brook. Picking my way safely can be challenging (it’s part of the fun), and watching for slippery moss on the rocks is imperative. If I’m not careful, I’m all wet.
Hold that thought for a sec.
Proverbs chapter ten is largely concerned with my words, which is a pretty good indicator of what’s in my heart. Here is a running commentary contrasting the attitude (as shown by their words) of the wise person versus the fool. Just a sampling—
The wise are glad to be instructed,
but babbling fools fall flat on their faces…People with integrity walk safely,…
This isn’t just an observation, (Solomon was quite good at that), but more importantly, a warning. It’s easy to be drawn into a foolish argument; that is, an argument that is void of the primary foundation of wisdom—
“Fear of the Lord is the foundation of wisdom.
Knowledge of the Holy One results in good judgment.”
Without this, the encounter can become slippery at best, treacherous at worst, causing confusion, rancor, and division (to name a few.)
Here’s another comparison—
The words of the godly are a life-giving fountain;
…but the babbling of a fool invites disaster.
Are my words giving life? Or are my words making safe passage unattainable?
Or is it a discussion I should even enter into at this place?
When one of these conversations presents itself, the godly participant does well to stand on the shore and survey how to get across safely to the other side.
Otherwise, you’re all wet.
Proverbs 10:8,9,11,14; 9:10 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
In Defense of Chapter Five
When I was asked to be a part of Proverbial Thought, I felt honored not only because some level of esteem was ascribed to my writing, but also from a gender perspective—they wanted a “woman’s point of view” (whatever that is in the 21st century…)
Which means I’m having a hey-day with this week’s chapter of Proverbs, challenging my beloved brethren to not mince any words. (Giggle.) Just let it rip, guys. I’m not touchin’ it.
On the other hand, there is another point worth mentioning (from a woman’s point of view, mind you.) For reference, the whole of chapter five is emphatic with warnings to men against prostitution and other illicit sexual encounters and, by implication, pornography. (The medical evidence alone concerning the personal and societal effects of porn is enough to convict said “freedoms of speech”, but another post perhaps.)
But the chapter here implies, for the attentive reader, that there also exist the same emphatic warnings for women. No, a woman’s typical physical and emotional wiring doesn’t tend to offer much temptation in the area of seeking out pornography or prostitution. Fairly safe to say that, for most women, sex is more about relationship, acceptance, and security, at least in some context, rather than mere physical pleasure. (Which is also not a bad thing, just sayin…)
So, just how does Proverbs chapter five relate to women?
Just ask companies like Harlequin Romance that proliferate on new and used bookstore shelves. Even the Christian genre has jumped on the wagon! Then there are the “soap operas” that came out not long after TV made its own nefarious debut, and women began to refer to their faves as “my stories”.
Ever wonder why these are so popular? Hollywood isn’t stupid; they know how to make money, and they know sex sells for men, and relationship sells for women.
The reality of it is this: both of these were created by God, and He calls everything He made “good”. The issue is that, as John Eldredge puts it, we tanked the whole project by the third chapter of Genesis.
And it’s been a struggle for clarity and satisfaction ever since.
It’s about intimacy, and how we (both men and women) tend to look for it in all the wrong places; how the broken places of our hearts no longer care and maybe have stopped even caring to try to care. Even the “immoral woman” spoken of in this chapter still had a soul, albeit a wounded one—there was some reason that she went in that direction. Even in that culture, if given a choice, I doubt prostitution would have been her first one.
Jesus knew that. Our sexuality doesn’t intimidate Him, even our fragmented sexuality. That’s only a sign of our broken intimacy, just another thing He is able to mend.
I’ll let the guys talk about the finer points of Proverbs chapter five. Here’s my verse:
The scroll of Isaiah the prophet was handed to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where this was written:
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
for he has anointed me to bring Good News to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim that captives will be released,
that the blind will see,
that the oppressed will be set free,
and that the time of the Lord’s favor has come.”
He rolled up the scroll, handed it back to the attendant, and sat down. All eyes in the synagogue looked at him intently. Then he began to speak to them. “The Scripture you’ve just heard has been fulfilled this very day!”
That goes for men and women alike!
Luke 4:17-21 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Sweet Ride
Do you remember when you turned 16 and your parents bought you your first new car?
Yeah, me neither.
That’s okay though, because growing up sharing the family auto(s) was actually a good thing. And anyway, just because I got my driver’s license didn’t mean I automatically deserved a car, not by a long shot. Having a license isn’t a “right”, or something I earn. Sure, I did a little study and answered a few questions, but in reality, a license is something bestowed—a trust. Continue reading
I had a hot date last night.
This is a drama being played out like no other, 24/7. There is no stopping up my ears, either; will I choose Door #1, or Door #2…??
My husband, Bob, is a (soon-to-be emeritus) biology professor at our small local college. He has always been so good about his availability to his students, not only with posted office hours, but also by allowing students to call our home with questions prior to the next day’s test.
Easy to see or situations more challenging, either way, Wisdom is available; it’s a promise from a good Teacher. (With or without the cape.)
I am at a venerable point in life when my adult children, (all in their 30’s at this writing), have been saying thing like,
Children have an innate ability to (at least believe they) remember something you SAID.
The Good News, however, sets me free, since that’s what the Truth does. Always. Sure, I’m responsible for that freedom, but it’s paid for. Like a good Father, He promised. 