<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:42:39.946-08:00</updated><category term='PW BPC Mary Martha'/><title type='text'>"The Mary &amp; Martha Course" with Janey Ginn</title><subtitle type='html'>Presbyterian Women Night Circle of Batesville Presbyterian Church</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520.post-9081333005658414313</id><published>2008-01-18T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:31:56.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Statement of Faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;Rev. Dr. Jon Burnham&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;June 3, 2007&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;	God's love enjoys expression within the metaphysical reality of the Holy Trinity, as the Father pours divine love into the Son; the Son pours divine love into the Holy Spirit; and the Holy Spirit pours divine love back into the Father, in what may be envisioned as a divine dance that creates the energy that sustains each quark in the universe. Without this divine dance all life would cease and desist, there would be no more love, and there would be no more laughter.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;	God's love continually works through an evolutionary process to create the diversity of life in the world as we experience it today. Every species of life expresses the abundant fullness of God's creative love. We can know God in a general way through science and nature. Our Presbyterian tradition encourages education as a means of exploring the richness of God's general revelation through creation. We celebrate diversity among and within species as a sign of the wildly creative nature of the Holy Trinity.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;God's love is most clearly revealed in the person of Jesus Christ. From his birth in a barnyard to his death on a cross, Christ exemplifies elegant humility. The church relives the life of Christ from his birth, life, death, resurrection, to his ascension into heaven, by means of the liturgical calendar. Each cycle of the liturgical year invites us into a deeper and fresher experience of the risen Christ.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    	God's love moves today through the power of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit spreads the love of God into our hearts through the sacraments of baptism and the Lord's Supper. God's love challenges each person to respond to God's loving invitation and each human being will be judged by Christ according to their personal response to God's loving invitation. The good news is that our judge is our redeemer. This does not guarantee us anything but it does give us a solid basis for hope. Our relationship with God is based not upon fear of retribution but upon our own response to God's compassionate love for us and for all creation. &lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;       	God's love is revealed in the Bible. The Biblical narrative tells the story of God's love for humankind. Over and over again, God acts in history to redeem God's covenant people: Israel and the church. Time after time, God's covenant people are lured away from God by our programs for self glorification. Our craving for security and survival, power and control, affection and esteem, work against us and deny us the freedom of resting in God's love.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;    	God's love reaches out to the world through the church which is the body of Christ. God's love reaches out to all humanity and all creation. God works through the church today to fulfill Christ's mission of preaching good news to the poor and release to the captives. God's love invites us to work with God for justice in human affairs and in all creation. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    God's love breaks down barriers that separate human beings from God and from one another. Christ dwells within all baptized believers, bringing salvation to all whom God chooses. God's love wills that all people should be redeemed. We, the people of God, are called by God to share this good news with all people everywhere. We are not responsible for how people react to the good news. We are responsible for whether we share the good news. The good news is that God is love. This loving God, expressed as Holy Trinity, disclosed in the Bible, revealed most clearly in the person of Jesus Christ, invites us into a relationship.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611445083126012520-9081333005658414313?l=pwbpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/9081333005658414313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/9081333005658414313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/9081333005658414313'/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520.post-8293101727911999754</id><published>2008-01-18T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:27:25.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;2008 Confirmation Class Schedule&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Sundays 11:45 A.M. - 1:30 P.M.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;St. John's Presbyterian Church&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Instructions for Students&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Attend every session. If you are sick and cannot attend a session, notify Jon or Lynn in advance and make an appointment to make up the session.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Attend Church School each Sunday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Attend worship each Sunday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Write a paper each week based on the previous week's class discussion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Class Schedule&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Session 1: Who is God? / February 3--No paper due.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Session 2: Who is Jesus Christ? / February 10--Paper due: "My Idea of God" (about 150 words =  about one full page)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Session 3: What is a Christian? / February 17--Paper due: "How I Think of Jesus" (about 150 words)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Session 4: What is the Presbyterian Church and how do we worship? (about 150 words) / February 24--Paper due: "My Idea of a Christian"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Session 5: What are my spiritual gifts? (about 150 words) / March 2--Paper due: "What the Presbyterian Church and worship mean to me"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Session 6: Review (9:00 A.M.);  Examination by Session (10:00 A.M.); Confirmed (10:30 A.M.) / March 30 : Paper due: "What I feel is required of me as a church member" (about 150 words)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Members of the confirmation class who choose to confirm their faith may be confirmed during worship on March 30, 2008.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;            &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611445083126012520-8293101727911999754?l=pwbpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/8293101727911999754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611445083126012520&amp;postID=8293101727911999754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/8293101727911999754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/8293101727911999754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-confirmation-class-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520.post-2811861379647361102</id><published>2006-12-15T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:07:58.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Driving with the Emergency Brake On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Having a Mary Heart in  a Martha World&lt;/u&gt;, Chapter 3: The Diagnosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of us worry too much.   If some heavenly computer would tell us how many days we have lost or  spoiled because of worry, we would be astounded.  When I talk about  worry, I’m not referring to healthy concern which leads to positive  action.  Worry is chronic fear that produces nothing positive.   It’s like driving your car with the emergency brake on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Weaver recounts some interesting  statistics about worry on page 34 of Chapter 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;40% of things we worry about  will never happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;30% are about the past—which  can’t be changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;12% are about criticism  by others, mostly untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;10% are about health, which  gets worse with stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;8% are about real problems  that can be solved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;We worry about things distant  and impersonal—crime, terrorism, the greenhouse effect—and things  immediate and very personal—a child’s test, a brother’s check-up,  the utility bill.  Consider these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A mother refuses to attend  any of her son’s football games because she is worried about his possible  injury.  Her absence does not protect him one bit.  And her  worries steal from her some precious memories which she could always  share with her son.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A woman worries constantly  about her husband’s possible unfaithfulness.  Though he has never  given her reason to doubt him, he is an attractive man who in his work  comes in contact with lots of women.  Her constant insecurity and  jealousy eventually causes insurmountable problems for the couple.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A  woman has been disgustingly healthy for over twenty years but hasn’t  enjoyed a day of it.  She reads medical journals constantly and  imagines herself having every symptom.  Finally, her many years  of imagined illnesses lead to a real worry-induced one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The  hard-working and frugal uncle of a friend who farmed.  In 8 of  10 years he made a good profit, but to hear him tell it, he constantly  teetered on the edge of disaster.  If the crops were good, he feared  low prices.  If the weather was bad, he feared crop failure.   The poor man enjoyed misery in farming for over forty years.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;“The curse,” Weaver  calls it, “the ongoing burden.”  She goes on to tell us on  page 35 that the Old English word for worry meant “to gnaw.”   I really like that analogy because it so clearly illustrates what we  do when we worry—we gnaw and gnaw and gnaw some more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus warned all of us specifically  against this kind of chronic anxiety when he said, “Therefore, I tell  you, stop being perpetually uneasy (i.e., anxious and worried) about  your life” (Matthew 6:25 AMP).  As Weaver points out, it isn’t  a suggestion—it’s a command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;So why do we do it?   Because we are imperfect, frail, vain, afraid, and weak.  For some  of us, worry even provides a type of structure upon which we have come  to rely.  For some of us worry has become an ingrained habit—and  like any habit, it’s not easy to let go of it.  As Weaver points  out—some of us even delude ourselves into thinking that worry works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;We may be slightly  neurotic, but our kids never get hurt. (We don’t allow them to climb  on anything higher than the sofa.)  Our husband always has clean,  freshly ironed undershorts.  (In case of an accident, the paramedics  will know he has a wife who really cares.)  We don’t get out  much, but our house sparkles.  (We’d like to invite someone over,  but what if they said no?  What if they said yes?) (36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Can we eliminate our tendency  to worry?  No—because worry is a temptation—and we will never  outgrow temptation.  It is a normal part of being human.   We shouldn’t be surprised or shocked or discouraged by it.  The  Bible says, “&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;When&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you are tempted. . .” not &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; if&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Being tempted to worry (or whatever) is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;But remember, it is not  a sin to be tempted.  Temptation only becomes a sin when you give  in to it.  Martin Luther said, “You cannot keep birds from flying  over your head, but you can keep them from building a nest in your hair.”   You can’t keep the Devil from suggesting thoughts that lead to worry,  but you &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; choose not to dwell or act on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;And why is the Devil so  intent on tempting us to worry and Jesus just as intent in warning us  to beware it.  Well, actually, the reason is the same-worry short-circuits  our relationship with God and fixes our eyes on our situation—our  circumstances—rather than on our Savior.  The Devil’s coming  after you, count on it.  Peter knew it, and he warned us, “Stay  alert.  The Devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better  than to catch you napping” (John 8:44).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Weaver is quick to point  out that there is a difference between “worry” and “concern.”   “Real problems do occur, usually on a daily basis.” Weaver says.   “[T]there are certainly things that require concern and action on  our part.”  So what is the difference between healthy concern  and toxic worry?  Weaver’s right on, I think, when she says “Concern  draws us to God.  Worry pulls us from him” (38).  Look at  the chart on page 38.  Take one of the things you listed on your  page and test it against Weaver’s chart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Weaver tells us what’s  key on page 39:  “There’s something we all need to remember  when it comes to this issue of worry.  We face legitimate concerns  every day of our lives.  But instead of fretting, instead of worrying,  we need to focus on discerning what WE can do—with God’s help—and  what should be left entirely up to God. . .we need to keep our focus  on who God is and what God can do.  The bills won’t pay themselves.   But we serve Jehovan Jireh—the God who provides.  The mole on  our arm may indeed need to be checked and may even turn out to be cancerous.   But we serve Jehovan-Rapha—the God who heals.  There is plenty  in this world to be concerned about.  Be we serve El-Shaddai—an  almighty God.  Jesus warned us, “In this world you will have  trouble” (John 16:33).  Catch that!  He said, “you WILL,”  not “you MIGHT.”  Troubles comes with this earthly territory.   “But take heart!” Jesus said.  That’s the reason we can leave  our worry behind –not because there’s nothing to be concerned about,  but because we have Someone who can handle  our worries, our problems,   our lives a lot better that we can.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;So what do we do?   How do we fight worry?  I think Weaver’s advice on page 40 is  wonderful.  I tried it.  It works.  Here’s what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;*  Reread or recite  Philippians 4:6-7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;*  Magnify God not  the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;*  Change the approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;*  Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;So if God is waiting to  help us defeat temptation, why don’t we turn to him more often?   Honestly, sometimes we don’t WANT to be helped.  We WANT to worry.   Why?  Because it makes us feel more in control.  Because we  don’t know what else to do.  &lt;i&gt;Because worrying is easier than  trusting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;But, as Henry Ward Beecher  pointed out, “It is not well for man to pray cream, and live skim  milk.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;The first step in combating  worry is examining it.  On page 44, Weaver talks about taking every  thought captive” and “staying our imaginations.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;“But  as I began to ‘take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;(II  Corinthians 10:5), anxiety began to lose its hold.  Instead of  being led&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;astray  by fear, I took a second look at each thought as it came.  Many  were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;incognito,  disguised to look like ordinary emotions.  But instead of enter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;taining  them, I handcuffed the intruding thoughts that triggered fear and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;took  them to Jesus.  Together we interrogated them asking two questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;*  &lt;i&gt; Where did you come from?&lt;/i&gt; (What is the source of this fear?   Is it real or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;     imagined?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;*  &lt;i&gt; Where are you going?&lt;/i&gt;  (Will this thought draw me to God or  into fear?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;For  so long, I had let thought come and go without realizing that if Satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;controls  my thought life, he controls me.  Before that time, I’d carelessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;let  my emotions lead me down the treacherous paths of self-reliance rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;than  trusting in God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Authors Bill and Kathy Peel  observe, “It’s an interesting thing, the human mind.  It can  only focus on a couple of things at a time.”  So after I pray,  I deliberately divert my mind by doing something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Resisting a thought doesn’t  work.  It only intensifies our focus on the wrong thing and strengthens  its allure.  Every time I try to block a thought out of my mind,  I just seem to reinforce it.  I can’t defeat temptation by simply  fighting the feeling of it.  The more I fight the feeling, the  more it consumes and controls me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Since worry always begins  with a thought, the quickest way for me to neutralize its allure is  to turn my attention to something else.  I have learned not to  fight the thought, just rechannel my mind and get interested in another  idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;If I find myself watching  something on television that tempts me to take my worry back—or I  read something—or the Eeyores of the world make a run at me—I stop  watching, reading, or listening.  I take myself out of the situation—as  my friend Jo’s Uncle Nub says, “If you don’t want to get stung,  stay away from the bees.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;I quit trying to argue with  the Devil.  He’s better at arguing that I am, having had thousands  of years of practice.  I can’t bluff him with logic or my opinion  or even my will, but I can rebuke him by drawing on Scripture.   For me, memorizing Scripture (however badly) has been absolutely essential  in my battle against worry.  It’s my weapon in this battle.   Weaver cites one of my favorites on page 45:  “For God hath not  given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound  mind” from II Timothy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;Weaver encourages us to  meditate on God’s Word day and night as King David did.  She  tells us that the word &lt;i&gt;meditate&lt;/i&gt; has been likened to a cow chewing  on its cud.  I’m trying to take her next bit of advice to heart—stop  gnawing on the bone of worry and chew on the cud of the promises of  God.  I’m trying to stop “sewing fig leaves” to “cover  up my inadequacy” before God and just be at peace in the security  of His love and protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Adobe Garamond Pro;font-size:100%;"&gt;“When Jesus said, ‘Martha,  Martha. . .’ so gently that frantic day in Bethany, He was speaking  to you and me as well,” Weavers says.  “Come find love, Jesus  invites us. . .’Do not let your hearts be troubled.  Trust in  God; trust also in me’ (John 14:1).”  Lay aside your worries,  give up fiddling with things you can never hope to fix, and seek His  face instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611445083126012520-2811861379647361102?l=pwbpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/2811861379647361102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611445083126012520&amp;postID=2811861379647361102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/2811861379647361102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/2811861379647361102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-driving-with-emergency-brake-on.html' title='Are You Driving with the Emergency Brake On?'/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520.post-4480366288230140427</id><published>2006-10-16T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:13:16.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTES from 10/3 Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;for  Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapters  1 and 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by Janie Ginn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I stared at the big red circle  around August 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; on my calendar and sighed.  Carly’s  birthday.  Why the sigh?  Shouldn’t my only daughter’s  birthday be a day of celebration and joy and thanksgiving?  It  is—and that’s why I was sighing.  Carly was turning 21.  &lt;i&gt; Twenty-one&lt;/i&gt;.  She was a bona fide young woman—at one of those  landmark places in life—and I had nothing.  Not even the germ  of one of my scathingly brilliant ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Carly’s 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday  came and went that year—adequately observed I assure you—but with  me still feeling like I hadn’t gotten it &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; right.   Shouldn’t a mother pass on something special—something lasting—to  her daughter on such an auspicious day?  I sighed again and thought  to myself “maybe I’ll think of something before Christmas. . .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;After I began reading &lt;i&gt;Having  a Mary Heart in a Martha World&lt;/i&gt;, I knew immediately that I wanted  to buy a copy for Carly.  Within its pages lay so much wisdom—just  the thing, I thought, to pass on.  There was just one problem.   Carly doesn’t like to read.  &lt;i&gt;She&lt;/i&gt; wishes she liked to read,  and of course, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; wish she liked to read, but there you have it.   How, then, to engage her—to help her hold onto the good things I so  desperately want her to remember as she makes her own woman-journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The answer was shared with  me one morning as I was rereading parts of the second chapter.   I was musing over Joanna Weaver’s effective illustrations when it  hit me—a charm bracelet.  As I read the book, I would note Weaver’s  illustrations and then decide which to embody in silver charms for a  bracelet that I would present to Carly.  I know charm bracelets  aren’t always&lt;i&gt; en vogue&lt;/i&gt; but fashion wasn’t the point.   I was looking for a means to understanding for my very visual learner—a  tangible depiction of Weaver’s wisdom.  The charms would capture  the gist and help Carly to recall the main.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I still haven’t given her  the bracelet.  It continues to be a work in progress.  Sometimes  I have to search and search for a particular representation because  I want it to be perfect (I am, of course, at my core, a Martha).   So what have I collected so far?  I thought you’d never ask!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;First  and foremost:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;an ankh&lt;/b&gt; to    remind her that Christ is the Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a nail&lt;/b&gt; to    remind her that Christ died &lt;i&gt;for her&lt;/i&gt; and that as Weaver reminds    us on page 11: &lt;i&gt;salvation isn’t about what &lt;/i&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; does; it’s about what &lt;/i&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; did&lt;/i&gt;.  One of my favorite descriptions    of Christ comes from Max Lucado who calls Jesus &lt;i&gt;“a people-loving    and death-defying Christ.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;On page 9, Weaver asks what  I consider an unsettling question when she queries, “&lt;i&gt;But in the  end, will He know us?  Will we know Him?”&lt;/i&gt;  I might rephrase  the first question to read: “&lt;i&gt;But in the end, will &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; like He knows us?”  &lt;/i&gt; Being still before God. . .joining him in the living room as Martha  was instructed to do. . .is critical to our lives as Christians, and  so, on Carly’s bracelet, she will find:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a    sewing machine&lt;/b&gt; to remind her to always sew with that  full bobbin    we talked about in our last time together;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;an urn&lt;/b&gt; to    remind her—as Lucado puts it—that “&lt;i&gt;when you’re full of yourself,    God can’t fill you.  But when you empty yourself, God has a useful    vessel;&lt;/i&gt;” and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a stop sign&lt;/b&gt;    to—what else?—remind her to stop and be still and know that God    is God for as Weaver promises: &lt;i&gt;“It is impossible to be in the presence    of Jesus and not be changed”&lt;/i&gt; (9).  Thanks be to God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Cure for the Common  Life&lt;/i&gt;, Lucado calls it &lt;i&gt;pausing on purpose&lt;/i&gt;.  In this excerpt,  Lucado has been struggling with over commitment.  After pausing  on purpose, he resigns from the obligations with which he has been struggling  and writes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In short order,  energy resurged, and passion rekindled.  Renewal began when I paused  on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;What about you?   Do you sense a disconnect. . .God may want you to leave. . .but you’re  staying. Or [as in Martha’s case] He may want you to stay, and you’re  leaving.  How can you know unless you mute the crowd and meet with  Jesus in a deserted place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Deserted”  need not mean desolate, just quiet.  Simply a place to which you,  like Jesus, &lt;i&gt;depart&lt;/i&gt;:  “Now when it was day, He departed.”  (Luke 4:42)  “Depart” presupposes a decision on the part of  Jesus.  “I need to get away.  To think. To ponder.   To rechart my course.”  He determined the time, selected a place.   With resolve, he pressed the pause button on his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Your escape requires  equal determination. . .Richard Foster hit the mark when he wrote: “In  contemporary society our Adversary majors in three things: noise, hurry,  and crowds.  If he can keep us engaged in ‘muchness’ and ‘manyness,’  he will rest satisfied. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The devil implants  metronomes in our brains.  We hear the relentless tick, tick, tick  telling us to hurry, hurry, hurry. . .resulting in this roaring blur  called the human &lt;i&gt;race&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;But Jesus stands  against the tide, countering the crescendo with these words: “Come  to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest”  (Matt. 11:28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;To emphasize the importance  of this daily communion with the Father, I will include&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a chalice &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I chose the chalice because  of the connotations it holds for me in association with the Lord’s  Supper and because it seemed appropriate for this particular book.   It suggests a true sharing, a deep understanding, a tender bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;But spending time in communion  with God each day isn’t enough.  On page 8 Weaver reminds us  that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;[i]n obedience  to His invitation, we find the key to our longings, the secret to living  beyond the daily pressures that would otherwise tear us apart.   For as we learn what it means to choose the Better part of intimacy  with Christ, we begin to be changed. . .[t]his is a Savior who accepts  just the way we are—Mary or Martha or a combination of both—but  loves us too much to leave us that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Weaver echoes this truth again  on page 28 when she observes “&lt;i&gt;I love the compassion of Jesus in  this story.  He saw Martha’s situation.  He understood her  complaint.  But He loved her too much to give her what she wanted.   Instead He gave her what she needed. . .” &lt;/i&gt; Again, thanks be to God!  So among the charms on Carly’s bracelet  will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a key&lt;/b&gt; to    remind her that obedience is key in her walk with Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In Jan Karon’s &lt;i&gt;In This  Mountain&lt;/i&gt; of her beloved Mitford series, she reinforces the need  for obedience in a struggle between Father Tim and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Lord,” he  said, “speak to me, please.  I can’t go on like this.   Speak to me in a way I can understand clearly.  I’ve read Your  word, I’ve sought Your counsel, I’ve whined, I’ve groveled, I’ve  despaired, I’ve pled—and I’ve waited.  And through it all,  Lord, You’ve been so strangely silent.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He sat for a time,  in a kind of misery he couldn’t define; wordless, trying to listen,  his mind drifting.  Then at last he drew a deep breath and sat  up straighter, determined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I will not let  You go until You bless me!” he said, startled by his voice in the  silent room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He took his Bible  from beside his chair and opened it at random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop seeking  what you want to hear, Timothy, and listen to what I have to tell you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;He felt no supernatural  jolt; it happened simply.  God had just spoken to his heart with  great tenderness, as He’d done only a few times in his life before;  it produced in him an utter calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes,” he said.   “Thank you.  Thank you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Don’t you care, Lord?”  Martha asks Jesus.  “Bless me by making Mary do what she should”—&lt;i&gt;the  compassion of Jesus&lt;/i&gt;. . .&lt;i&gt; He saw Martha’s situation.  He  understood her complaint.  But He loved her too much to give her  what she wanted.  Instead He gave her what she needed.  &lt;/i&gt;   “Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things,  but only one thing is needed”—“&lt;i&gt;Stop seeking what you want to  hear. . .and listen to what I have to tell you.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Obedience must accompany communion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Also among the silver charms  on Carly’s bracelet will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a tiny mirrored    disc&lt;/b&gt; to remind her to be grateful for her own personality and giftings    and to be the woman God made her to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In Galations 5 Paul reminds  us that “&lt;i&gt;each of us is an original&lt;/i&gt;.”  Weaver, on page  5, embraces this truth in the context of Martha and Mary when she observes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mary was the sunlight  to Martha’s thunder.  She was the caboose to Martha’s locomotive.   Mary’s bent was to meander through life, pausing to smell the roses.  Martha was more likely to pick the roses, quickly cut the stems at an  angle, and arrange them in a vase with baby’s breath and ferns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;That is not to  say one is right and one is wrong.  We are all different, and that  is just as God made us to be.  Each gifting and personality has  its own strengths and weaknesses, its glories and temptations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I find it interesting  that when Jesus corrected Martha, he didn’t say, “Why can’t you  be more like your sister, Mary?”  He knew Martha would never  be Mary, and Mary would never be Martha.  But when the two were  faced with the same choice—to work or to worship—Jesus said, “Mary  has chosen the better part.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;To me, this implies  the Better Part was available to both Mary and Martha.  And it’s  available to each one of us, regardless of our gifting or personality.   It’s a choice we each can make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Cure for the Common  Life&lt;/i&gt; Lucado puts it this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;[God] made you &lt;i&gt; you-nique.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Secular thinking,  as a whole, doesn’t buy this. . .[i]t simply says, ‘You can be anything  you want to be.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Be a butcher if  you want to, a sales rep if you like.  Be an ambassador if you  really care.  You can be anything you want to be.  If you  work hard enough.  But can you?  If God didn’t [give] you  the meat sense of a butcher, the people skills of a salesperson, or  the world vision of an ambassador, can you be one?  An unhappy,  dissatisfied one perhaps.  But a fulfilled one?  No.   Can an acorn become a rose, a whale fly like a bird, or lead become  gold?  Absolutely not.  You cannot be anything you want to  be.  &lt;i&gt;But you can be everything God wants you to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucado reminds us that  Paul advises us to “[&lt;i&gt;c&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;i&gt;oncentrate on  who you are and what you have: ‘Don’t compare yourself with others.   Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best you  can with your own life&lt;/i&gt;’” (Galations 5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;To be her “creative best,  Carly must allow the Holy Spirit access to all the hidden corners of  her life as Weaver encourages us to do on page 9, and so I will include  on her bracelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a flashlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the hidden corners of  her life&lt;/i&gt;—all her fears, desires, thoughts, feelings, etc.   She needn’t worry.  God can handle it.  Henry Ward Beecher  assures us that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;[p]rayer covers  the whole of a man’s life.  There is no thought, feeling, yearning,  or desire, however low, trifling, or vulgar we may deem it, which, if  it affects our real interest or happiness, we may not lay before God  and be sure of sympathy.  His nature is such that our often coming  does not tire Him.  The whole burden of the whole life of every  man may be rolled on to God and not weary Him, though it has wearied  the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, pray on!  Next, to  our bracelet we add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a    slice of pizza!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;A slice of pizza, I can hear  those of you who are not reading along marveling—why on earth, a slice  of pizza!  To remind her, as Weaver’s little Jessica reminds  her four-year-old brother Michael when there is no money for Domino’s:  “Life’s hard, Miko!” and not always fair—so I also add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;scales&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;When we look for injustice&lt;/i&gt;,”  Weaver warns us, “&lt;i&gt;we usually find it&lt;/i&gt;” (16).  She points  out that we grow up weighing what happens to us against what others  experience—“Sara has more M&amp;M’s than I do, Mama!”  “Daddy,  it’s my turn to sit in the front seat.”  &lt;i&gt;Mary’s not doing  her part, Lord.  &lt;/i&gt;Many of us, Weaver says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;have carried the  scales into adulthood, unaware, and we waste surprising amounts of time  trying to get those scales to balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fair or not fair.   Equal or unequal.  Just or unjust.  We weigh it all.   And if we’re not careful, our view of the world can become distorted.   Every little word can take on a hidden meaning.  Every action can  turn into a personal attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I do all the  work,” we mutter to ourselves.  “Why do they get all the glory?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“How dare they  treat me like that!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Like grandma’s  glass grapes, these “sour grapes” can easily outweigh everything  good in our lives. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And so I also include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a    garden weeder&lt;/b&gt; to encourage Carly to “round up” a session with    God and squelch any weeds of resentment, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Queen of    Hearts from &lt;i&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to remind her to recognize    when the gracious in her is in danger of collapsing, as it did in poor    Martha, allowing the Queen of Hearts to take over.  With lowering    brow and frightening scowl she comes on the scene pointing fingers and    bellowing, “Off with their heads!  Off with everyone’s head!”    (19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I want Carly to remember that  if she allows herself to become overwhelmed and distracted, she will  feel incredibly alone, mistreated, and angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Weaver devotes most of the  second chapter to what she calls &lt;i&gt;the three deadly D’s&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;distraction,  discouragement, and doubt&lt;/i&gt;, Satan’s ancient but still effective  tools for derailing us.  After some deliberation, I decided on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;a triangle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;to represent the three D’s  on Carly’s charm bracelet.  During our get-together someone pointed  out that its 3 points could also represent the Trinity—a blended message  of “fight the 3 D’s with the Trinity.”  I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Satan knows if we’re overly  worried and bogged down by duties, chances are good our hearts won’t  hear the Savior. . .he wants to get our eyes off God and onto our circumstances.  &lt;i&gt; Distraction&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;makes us vulnerable to attack&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Discouragement  breaks down our perspective and defenses.  &lt;/i&gt; Satan uses discouragement to suggest to us that our situation is hopeless.   This hopeless or overwhelmed feeling can lead us to become depressed.  . .to join Elijah under the broom tree of self-pity or withdraw to the  broom closet of isolation.  “Depression [and self-pity] drain  us of all hope, of all vision, of all our tomorrows and dreams. . .,”  Weaver says, and she’s right (20).  It’s such a waste of good  energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Since Satan can’t make us  doubt God’s existence, he will do his best to make us doubt God’s  love.  &lt;i&gt;Doubt&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;seduces us to take control.&lt;/i&gt;  Weaver  refers to it as Satan’s &lt;i&gt;siren song&lt;/i&gt; and characterizes it as  a &lt;i&gt;countermelody to faith&lt;/i&gt;: the mournful tune arises during those  times when God neither acts the way I think He should nor loves me the  way I want to be loved.  Like two songs being played in  different  keys, the dissonance of what I &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; clashes with what I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;threatens to drown out the  anthem of God’s eternal love (22).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Doubting God’s love doesn’t  require tragedy.  It can creep into the everyday just as insidiously,  just as dangerously,” Weaver warns us.  “It happens when our  will is crossed, when our needs are ignored, or when we, like Martha,  [feel like we] are stuck doing the dirty work while everyone else [seems  to be] having fun. . .[n]ow, such doubt in itself is not a sin.   It’s simply a thought or feeling that springs up almost involuntarily.   But when we let is lodge in our heart long enough, wedged tightly like  a poppy seed between our teeth, that little doubt can become a big problem.   For doubt, left unchecked, can fester into unbelief” (25).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;On page 26 Weaver further illustrates  this beautifully in her observations on the familiar story of Adam and  Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Garden of Eden  must have been wonderful.  Just think: no house to clean, no meals  to cook, no clothes to iron!  Eve had it made.  A gorgeous  hunk of a husband.  Paradise for a living room.  God for a  playmate.  But somehow, in the midst of all these blessings, the  marvelous grew mundane, the remarkable ho-hum.  And a nagging sense  of discontentment sent Eve wandering toward the only thing God had withheld:  the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;What is it about  us women that creates such a desperate need in us to always “know,”  to always “understand”?  We want an itinerary for our life,  and when God doesn’t immediately produce one, we set out to write  our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“I need to know,”  we tell ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“No,” God answers  softly, “you need to trust.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop seeking what you want  to hear. . .and listen to what I have to tell you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I believe Eve’s  eventual sin began with a tiny thought—a small, itching fear she was  somehow missing something and that God didn’t have her best interest  at heart.  What could be wrong with something so lovely, so desirable  as the forbidden fruit?  Perhaps a hidden resentment had worked  down into her spirit.  Adam got to name the animals while &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;  got to pick papayas.  Whatever the identity of the tiny irritation,  it sent her looking for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And Satan was ready  and waiting, willing to give her more that she’d ever bargained for.   He filled her mind with questions.  “Did God really say. . .?”   Satan encouraged Eve to doubt God’s word and God’s goodness until  the continual question marks finally obliterated her trust in God’s  love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Humanity has questioned  God’s love ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Such a waste—and not something  I hope for my daughter so, on her bracelet, I add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;a weeping willow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;to    represent Elijah’s broom tree of self-pity (19-20);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;a broom to encourage    her to stay out of the broom closet of isolation (20); and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;a clock to remind    her to set the timer for a good cry and then move on &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; to trust    God’s timing (21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Weaver gives her readers five  strategies for fighting discouragement, some of which are represented  above.  One of the most important is her encouragement to &lt;i&gt;allow  for rest stops.&lt;/i&gt;  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;on the bracelet will remind  Carly to rest and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;will remind her of Elijah’s  angel as portrayed by Weaver on page 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I love the tender  picture of I Kings 19:5-7, for it hints at the tenderness available  to us in our own discouragement.  Remember what happened?   God sent an angel to bring food to his downhearted prophet. ‘Get up  and eat,’ the angel told Elijah, ‘for the journey is too much for  you’ Then the angel stood guard as Elijah fell back asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;When we’re distracted  and discouraged, tired and overwhelmed, there is no better place to  go than to our Father.  He alone has what we need.  Don’t  snivel under a broom tree.  Don’t hide in a broom close.   Go to the Lord and let Him sweep away your discouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;As you do, you’ll  find healing for your hurting heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Even when it can’t  help but doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Trust in Him at all times,  O people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge,”&lt;/i&gt;  Psalms 62:8 tell us, and so the last charm I add tonight is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;a question mark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;to encourage Carly to talk  things over with the Lord and to remind her of Henry Ward Beecher’s  wise and comforting words above.  I want her to feel confident  that she can bring her needs—any needs—to Jesus anytime and anywhere.   As Weaver points out, even Martha took full advantage of His availability,  even in the midst of her busyness and party preparations and in defiance  of a woman’s place.  I also want to Carly to know that Jesus  loves her enough to confront her when her attitude is wrong.  &lt;i&gt; “Those whom I love,”&lt;/i&gt; says the Lord, &lt;i&gt;“I rebuke and discipline” &lt;/i&gt; (Revelation 3:19).  That’s what the Savior did with Martha.  &lt;i&gt; He intuitively understood Martha’s pain, but that didn’t stop Him  from telling her what she needed to hear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Does Jesus care?  “You’d  better believe it!” Weaver assures us.  “You’d &lt;b&gt;better&lt;/b&gt;  believe it!,” she hastens to add. “Because until you settle that  question once and for all, you will never get past doubt to true belief.   You’ll forever be faced with a shiny apple and the hiss of temptation  to take matters into your own hands.  The fact is, until we stop  doubting God’s goodness, we can’t experience God’s love” (28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;As Weaver reminds us, God will  answer any question.  He longs to reveal His love to us.   “But,” she says, “you won’t find it by shaking your fist in  His face.  You won’t find it by barging into His presence and  demanding to be treated fairly.  You’ll find it by sitting at  His feet and remembering who He is” (29). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611445083126012520-4480366288230140427?l=pwbpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/4480366288230140427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611445083126012520&amp;postID=4480366288230140427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/4480366288230140427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/4480366288230140427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/2006/10/notes-from-103-meeting.html' title='NOTES from 10/3 Meeting'/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520.post-4076906846970898777</id><published>2006-09-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:10:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTES from 9/5 Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Having a Mary Heart  in a Martha World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mama and I recently tackled the daunting  task of making lined drapes for my daughter’s apartment.  We  had invested in nice fabric, and I was determined that the finished  product was going to be something she could use after she graduates  in December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mama and I decided that I would do  all the measuring, cutting, and pressing, and she would do all the actual  sewing on the machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;There were a few. . .challenges.   At one time, I had the pattern on one curtain running up, and on the  other, down.  Mama sewed the header tape onto the wrong end.   When we began pinning the hems, we realized I had cut the linings too  short.  Sew it up, rip it out, sew it up, rip it out.  Depending  on the seam, this sometimes proved easier than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;For those of you who don’t sew,  there is a dial on the front of the sewing machine just above the needle  that adjusts the tension on the thread as the machine sews.  For  a strong, firm seam, a thread from the spool and another thread from  the bobbin below must interlock smoothly and tightly in the fabric.   An experienced seamstress checks the thread tension and makes minute  adjustments in setting that dial because she understands how important  it is that the tension be regulated properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;At times as Mama sewed, she would  accidentally bump that dial.  I would hear the click-click—and  Mama’s groan—alerting us that the delicate balance of upper and  lower threads had been disturbed.  This improper balance meant  that no seams would be strong and usable until the tension was adjusted  again.  Everything else had to stop until Mama was satisfied that  the threads were once more interlocking properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hold that thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;As I reread Luke 10:38-42 recently,  I found myself thinking about the tension dial on the sewing machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Luke wrote about a dinner held in  a home in Bethany.  Here’s the scene as I imagine it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;A hot day.  A whitewashed village  on a hillside just outside Jerusalem.  The home of Martha—possibly  a well-to-do widow who had taken in her sister Mary and brother Lazarus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Martha welcomes Jesus and His followers  into her home and hurries to arrange a comfortable seat for Jesus and  then to bring a cool drink to each of her guests.  She nods to  Mary who fills the basin near the door with water, then takes a towel  and begins to wash each guest’s feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus and His followers seat themselves  around the large room, chatting quietly about events of recent days.   This is not Jesus’ first visit to Bethany.  The villagers have  heard Him speak before.  They begin to crowd the doorway, anxious  to come in and listen.  A few even edge in and sit down outside  the ring of disciples.  It’s even possible that, initially, both  Martha and Mary take their places at Jesus’ feet to learn from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t know how long Martha sat  there listening, but I have a feeling that if she was anything like  me, she sat there that day with a divided mind.  After all, there  were 13 men who would be hungry and needed to be fed.  What was  on hand to feed them?  What would it take to get everything ready?   Did she need to slip out and run to the market for grain or fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;I identify with Martha.  I know  exactly what she was doing as she sat there.  First, she made a  mental inventory of everything in the pantry.  After that, she  planned the menu, making sure she overlooked no detail.  Then she  made a list in her head of all the things that had to be done.   When she had thought everything through, she glanced around the room,  plotting the best route through the crowd to get from where she was  sitting to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;With that in mind, she could sit there  no longer.  She had to get busy!  After all, she was the hostess.   It was her responsibility to meet the needs of her guests.  No  one would think less of Lazarus or Mary if the meal were not adequate.   The blame would land squarely on her.  No time to sit and listen  to Jesus &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;—perhaps after dinner when all the work was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Once in her kitchen, Martha felt that  flush of excitement that comes to many of us when we are about to do  something special for someone we really care about.  We want everything  to be perfect—or as perfect as we can make it.  Our love energizes  us.  We are exhilarated by the opportunity to demonstrate how much  we care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can just see Martha now, can’t  you?  A galvanized whirlwind of activity--first, start the beans  and lentils cooking with onions and garlic.  Then, dress the lamb  for roasting.  Next, grind the grain and mix the bread for baking.   Prepare the figs and pomegranates.  Draw the water to mix with  the wine.  Set the table.  Quick stir of the beans and lentils  to keep them from sticking.  Quick turn of the lamb on the spit  so it cooks evenly.  Pop the bread in the oven—and then—she  glances out the window at the position of the sun in the sky and realizes  that it will soon be mealtime and she is far from finished.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Been there, done that?  Carried  along on the crest of enthusiasm, only to realize you’re running out  of time and can’t finish everything you’ve planned to do.   I don’t know about you, but when that happens, I tend to get angry—angry  with anyone else who might have made a difference in &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; accomplishing &lt;i&gt; my &lt;/i&gt;plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;I suspect that’s what happened to  Martha.  Suddenly all the plans and the work that had started out  as pure joy turned into a frustrating, overwhelming chore.  Indeed,  Luke tells us in verse 40 that &lt;i&gt;Martha was distracted by all the preparations  she was making&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The  harder Martha worked, the more worked &lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt; she became.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was Mary’s fault.  If Mary  had only been there to help her, it would have been different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;We all know that feeling, don’t  we?  It’s bad enough when we have to do everything, but it’s  even worse when someone we think should be—or could be—helping us  pull the load, doesn’t.  Our irritation about the unfairness  of it all builds to the bursting point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s what happened to Martha.   In verse 40, she finally explodes:  &lt;i&gt;Lord, don’t you care that  my sister has left me to do the work by myself?  Tell her to help  me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it’s interesting that Martha  spoke her irritation to Jesus directly.  Maybe she had already  tried to get Mary’s attention and signal her to get up and come help.   Perhaps she had cleared her throat—given her the nod—made other  attention-getting motions—but Mary had just ignored her and gone on  listening to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever had already happened, Martha  became frustrated enough to address Jesus directly, accusing Him of  not caring about her and demanding that He direct Mary to get up and  help her.  Quite a bold move considering the room was most probably  full of men not accustomed to such behavior on a woman’s part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Martha was sure, though, that, if  Jesus &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; cared, He would do as she asked.  I’m also  amused by the way Martha linked Jesus’ care for her to His willingness  to tell Mary to get busy.  Martha thought &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; knew just  how Jesus should demonstrate His care—how He could lighten her load—and  told him so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus did lighten her load—though  not in the way she expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;In Jesus’ response to Martha, we  can learn a lot about our discipleship as Christian women:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Martha, Martha, you are worried  and upset about many things, but only this one is needed.  Mary  has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her (41-42).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;The problem didn’t lie in the work  Martha was doing.  It was in the choice she made.  It was  her attitude of fretting and worrying that created a bad situation.   Jesus knew that Martha was putting too much stress on things that shouldn’t  be taking priority that day.  Martha’s problem was one of balance,  of holding life in the proper tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Take a closer look at what Jesus did  and did not say to the overwrought, overburdened Martha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;First, Jesus did not rebuke her for  making preparations for Him and His disciples.  She &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;  the hostess.  If she had decided to skip any food preparation,  her guests would have gone hungry.  Jesus certainly understood  physical hunger.  What was going on in Martha’s kitchen was important  and good and right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;But Jesus knew that that in addition  to hungry bodies, people have hungry souls.  We do not live on  bread alone.  Martha’s problem was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; that she was preparing  food for her guests to eat.  That was necessary, and in her role  as hostess, it was appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;But she gave it too much importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Instead of settling for a simple supper—maybe  good bread, fruit, cheeses, wine—she tried to impress with an elaborate  meal.  Jesus in essence told her that this was not necessary.   It was not He who had asked (or expected) such a meal; it was Martha  who had decided it must be that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;We all have responsibilities.   We go to the office.  We cook.  We grade papers.  We  clean house.  We do the laundry.  We care for the children.   We do these things, and we want to do them well.  After all Dorothy  Sayers reminds us, “The only Christian work is good work, well done.”   No crooked table legs came out of the carpenter shop in Nazareth.   God is not honored by shoddy work or the neglect of our necessary duties  in life.  Martha understood that.  She sought to honor God  and Jesus through her hospitality.  She was going all out.   She felt it was necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;What she had forgotten—what Jesus  wanted to remind her of--was that we must be sure that the &lt;i&gt;necessary&lt;/i&gt;  doesn’t get out of proportion and distort our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus also recognized that Martha  was looking down on or disapproving of what Mary had chosen to do.   Martha was imposing her value system—her priorities and her agenda—on  Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Note that Jesus did not tell Martha  to do what Mary was doing.  At the same time, He pointed out that  Mary had chosen the &lt;i&gt;good or better part&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you think Jesus was a bit hard  on Martha?  After all, she was doing all this work to please Him.   Poor Martha—there sat Mary enveloped in an aura of holiness, while  she reeked of olive oil and garlic.  Martha was trying to be useful,  but Mary got the halo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s important to note that Jesus  doesn’t rebuke Martha’s character—or the work she was doing—her  work was good and necessary.  It was Martha’s &lt;i&gt;attitude&lt;/i&gt;  that needed correcting, her &lt;i&gt;perspective&lt;/i&gt; that needed adjusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the example of the good Samaritan,  Jesus tells the religious scholar that we are &lt;i&gt;to love the Lord our  God with all our heart, with all our soul, with all our strength, and  with all our mind, and our neighbor as ourselves&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Note the order of the two loves:   God first, then neighbor.  Not the other way around.  It is  not a question of choosing the active over the contemplative.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a matter of priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the message of Luke 10 is  that we must put listening to and learning the Word of God before service.   Doing so equips and inspires us for our service for God and to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;What Jesus wanted that day was not  Martha’s lentils and lamb, but Martha herself.  &lt;i&gt;Mary has chosen  the better part&lt;/i&gt; He told Martha—Mary had chosen to make herself  available to Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Martha wanted Jesus to lighten her  load.  He did—but not in the way she thought it should be done.   He knew that our relationship with God does not develop in the midst  of busyness.  We need to hear God speak to us.  We need to  be still.  Service and contemplation.  They must exist side  by side, tempered and supported each by the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;That brings me back to my sewing machine  tension dial.  If the tension on the top thread is too loose, the  underside of the fabric will snarl with excess thread.  The seam  will have no strength.  It will pull apart the moment pressure  is applied.  The only thing the seamstress can then do is pull  out all the threads, adjust the tension, and start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;We also have no usable seam if the  threads are not feeding from both the top spool and the bobbin underneath.   We could try to sew all day with only the top spool on the machine and  nothing in the bobbin holder, but we would not have a single seam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Martha thread and the Mary thread  must both be feeding properly if we are to have any seam at all.   The balance between the two has to be finely adjusted if the result  is to be strong and usable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;The world we live in dictates that  we concern ourselves with food and clothes and homes and family and  jobs and schools and church.  But we must also concern ourselves  with our relationship to God.  That was Martha’s &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;  problem.  She was sewing with no thread in the bobbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;To get our service right, we must  get our priorities right.  We must let Jesus minister to us &lt;i&gt; before&lt;/i&gt; we go out to minister for Him.  That is God’s order:  first we love the Lord our God with all our hearts, souls, strength,  and minds, and then we are prepared to go out and love our neighbor  as ourselves.  He will show us how to do both if we will just get  out of the way and allow Him to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;When we take matters into our hands  and think that we know best—like Martha—we may end up feeling overworked  and underappreciated, but when we keep our priorities in line with God’s  priorities, we will find that God enables us to do what &lt;i&gt;needs to  be done&lt;/i&gt; with joy &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;Martha and Mary—it’s the story  of you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611445083126012520-4076906846970898777?l=pwbpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/4076906846970898777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611445083126012520&amp;postID=4076906846970898777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/4076906846970898777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/4076906846970898777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/2006/09/notes-from-95-meeting.html' title='NOTES from 9/5 Meeting'/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520.post-5665139331019875849</id><published>2006-08-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:00:11.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW BPC Mary Martha'/><title type='text'>Luke 10:38-42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUKE 10:38-42&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Message&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-10871" class="sup"&gt;38-40&lt;/span&gt;As they continued their travel, Jesus entered a village. A woman by the name of Martha welcomed him and made him feel quite at home. She had a sister, Mary, who sat before the Master, hanging on every word he said. But Martha was pulled away by all she had to do in the kitchen. Later, she stepped in, interrupting them. "Master, don't you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand." &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-10872" class="sup"&gt;41-42&lt;/span&gt;The Master said, "Martha, dear Martha, you're fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it—it's the main course, and won't be taken from her." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;sup class="ww"&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt;Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt;She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt;But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt;But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.”&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amplified Bible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;38  Now while they were  on their way, it occurred that Jesus entered a certain village, and  a woman named Martha received and welcomed Him into her house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;39  And she had a sister  named Mary, who seated herself at the Lord's feet and was listening  to His teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;40  But Martha [overly  occupied and too busy] was distracted with much serving; and she came  up to Him and said, Lord, is it nothing to You that my sister has left  me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me [to lend a hand and do her  part along with me]! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;41  But the Lord replied  to her by saying, Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about  many things; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;42  There is need of only  one or but a few things. Mary has chosen the good portion [that which  is to her advantage], which shall not be taken away from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Living Translation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;38  As Jesus and the disciples  continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a village where a  woman named Martha welcomed them into her home. 39 Her sister, Mary,  sat at the Lord's feet, listening to what he taught. 40 But Martha was  worrying over the big dinner she was preparing. She came to Jesus and  said, "Lord, doesn't it seem unfair to you that my sister just  sits here while I do all the work? Tell her to come and help me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;41  But the Lord said  to her, "My dear Martha, you are so upset over all these details!  42  There is really only one thing worth being concerned about.  Mary has discovered it--and I won't take it away from her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;King James Version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;38  Now it came to pass,  as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain  woman named Martha received him into her house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;39  And she had a sister  called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard his word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;40  But Martha was cumbered  about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care  that my sister hath left me to serve alone? Bid her therefore that she  help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;41  And Jesus answered  and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about  many things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;42  But one thing is needful:  and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Standard Version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;38  Now as they went on  their way, he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named  Martha received him into her house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;39  And she had a sister  called Mary, who also sat at the Lord's feet, and heard his word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;40  But Martha was cumbered  about much serving; and she came up to him, and said, Lord, dost thou  not care that my sister did leave me to serve alone? bid her therefore  that she help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;41  But the Lord answered  and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art anxious and troubled about  many things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;42  but one thing is needful:  for Mary hath chosen the good part, which shall not be taken away from  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New International Reader's  Version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;38   Jesus and his  disciples went on their way. Jesus came to a village where a woman named  Martha lived.  She welcomed him into her home.  39 She had a sister  named Mary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mary sat at the Lord's feet  listening to what he said.  40 But Martha was busy with all the  things that had to be done.  She came to Jesus and said, "Lord,  my sister has left me to do the work by myself.  Don't you care?  Tell  her to help me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;41  "Martha, Martha,"  the Lord answered. "You are worried and upset about many things.   42 But only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better. And  it will not be taken away from her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATTHEW 11:28-30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amplified Bible (AB)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;28  Come to Me, all you  who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened, and I will cause you  to rest. [I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;29  Take My yoke upon  you and learn of Me, for I am gentle (meek) and humble (lowly) in heart,  and you will find rest (relief and ease and refreshment and recreation  and blessed quiet) for your souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;30  For My yoke is wholesome  (useful, good--not harsh, hard, sharp, or pressing, but comfortable,  gracious, and pleasant), and My burden is light and easy to be borne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Living Translation (NLT)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;28  Then Jesus said, "Come  to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will  give you rest.  29  Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because  I am humble and gentle, and you will find rest for your souls.  30   For my yoke fits perfectly, and the burden I give you is light.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;King James Version (KJV)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;28  Come unto me, all  ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;29  Take my yoke upon  you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall  find rest unto your souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;30  For my yoke is easy,  and my burden is light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611445083126012520-5665139331019875849?l=pwbpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/5665139331019875849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611445083126012520&amp;postID=5665139331019875849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/5665139331019875849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/5665139331019875849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/2006/08/luke-1038-42.html' title='Luke 10:38-42'/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3611445083126012520.post-5661373978180485370</id><published>2006-08-19T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:54:33.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW BPC Mary Martha'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Having a Mary Heart in  a Martha World,&lt;/i&gt; Joanna Weaver invites all women to reexamine the  poignant story of two sisters from Bethany.  Before we begin reading,  though, I invite you to think about the following.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;1. What preconceived ideas  do you have about Mary and Martha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Read the attached translations  of &lt;i&gt;Luke 10:38-42&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;a)  Highlight the  key phrases associated with Mary in one color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;b)  Highlight the  key phrases associated with Martha in a second color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;c)  Highlight the  responses of Jesus in a third color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;d)  Circle the conjunctions  in verses 40 and 41.  Do they influence the way you respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;       to what you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;3. I have little (if no)  doubt that almost everyone will identify with Martha and for reasons  that are too well-known to all of us.  A woman once told our author:   “My life is like a blender—stuck on frappe!”  What inanimate  object would you choose to best describe how your life currently feels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;4. How do you feel about  Mary?  Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Briefly define the following  terms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;a)  struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;b)  intimacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;c)  go all out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;d)  choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;e)  distraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;5. What does the Bible say  in the following verses about our potential for change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ezekiel 36:26-27&lt;/i&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;II Corinthians 5:17&lt;/i&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philippians 1:6&lt;/i&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Read the attached translation  of &lt;i&gt;Matthew 11:28-30&lt;/i&gt;.  Highlight the words and phrases that  speak most to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now it’s time to open the  book and start reading!  For me, there is no greater anticipation  than that I feel before opening a book to the first page.  Let  me share some words from our author to send you on your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;“Nothing has transformed  my life like the study of God’s Word.  Something powerful happens  when we go beyond other people’s opinions and revelations and discover  for ourselves what God has to say. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I recommend using a translation  of the Bible that you enjoy and understand, as well as a notebook to  record your answers (see page 229 for Joanna’s own journal form).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;My prayer is that each  of you will begin to experience the blessing God promises to those who  look ‘intently into the perfect law that gives freedom. . .not forgetting  what he has heard, but doing it’ (&lt;i&gt;James 1:25&lt;/i&gt;). . .[d]ig in,  ladies!  You’ll be glad you did” (209).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Almighty and most merciful  God, You have given the Bible to be the revelation of your great love  to us, and of Your power and will to save us; grant that our study of  it may not be made in vain by the callousness or carelessness of our  hearts, but, that by it, we may be confirmed in penitence, lifted to  hope, made strong for service, and, above all filled with the true knowledge  of Yourself and of Your Son, Jesus Christ.  Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;  (George Adam Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before next time&lt;/i&gt;: Read  Chapter One: “A Tale of Two Sisters,” pps. 1-12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3611445083126012520-5661373978180485370?l=pwbpc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/feeds/5661373978180485370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3611445083126012520&amp;postID=5661373978180485370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/5661373978180485370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3611445083126012520/posts/default/5661373978180485370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwbpc.blogspot.com/2006/08/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Jon Burnham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952427271609376923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PtXlAVjuhmw/TndS9QPR8fI/AAAAAAAAEjE/tNZHH5gUmGM/s220/JonB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
