Category: Christian Thoughts

Bible Journaling: Strength of My Heart

Hello, friends thanks for stopping by to see what I’m up to today! Recently, I’ve begun incorporating my Bible reading and journaling into my planner in an effort to remind and encourage me to crack open my journaling Bible on a regular basis.

For the upcoming week I am ping ponging between the old and new testaments. For the purposes of this post, I went ahead and wrote out the verse plan as well as creating the art in my journaling Bible for Monday, May 30th. I really like using the daily pages for my Bible journaling lesson. This allows me to meditate on the verse as well as thinking about what visual images I want to use.

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”
~Pslam 73:26

PlannerSessions6In the upper box I wrote out the complete verse along with a few of the cross reference verse themes and phrases. I used the small box on the right for the noted cross reference verses. As I meditated on Psalm 73:26 a few key words popped out to me and I noted those in the lower box on the right: flesh, heart, fail, God, strength (rock, Hebrew), and portion. I used the morning/afternoon/evening boxes to divide up the verse for memorization.

As I began to think about what imagery I might use, rock came to the forefront (strength is rock in the original Hebrew). I have always thought of this verse as a morning prayer … hence the sun rising over the rock. I love incorporating stamping into my Bible journaling so I added a few from a couple of the Illustrated Faith stamp sets.

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Thank you for sharing some of your time with me today. Until next time, remember, creativity and imperfection live together in all we do. “Grace is the face love wears when it meets imperfection.”

~xoxo
Beanie

Supplies Used
Journaling Bibles
Illustrated Faith: Names of God Stamps
Prismacolor Colored Pencils

Bible Journaling

Good morning friends! I hope you are well and enjoying the steady march toward spring and summer. I cannot believe that March is over (after today) the time is flying by so quickly. Today I want to share my newest creative undertaking: Bible journaling.

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Maybe you already know about this new creative medium, but I thought I would share what I’ve learned in case the idea of drawing in your Bible was a foreign concept. Like most kids raised in the Bible belt I was taught that the Bible was sacred, precious, and most importantly not to be altered. As I’ve grown in my faith my understanding about what the Bible is and isn’t has changed. One thing that I no longer believe is that the Bible should remain unaltered, hence my interest in Bible jorunaling. I am always looking for ways to make my faith more personal and Bible journaling allows me to take my interactions with the Word to a whole new place. A good place where I am able to celebrate the joy of the Word visually.

I was able to snag a newly released journaling Bible by Tyndale (NLT). Not only does it have 2″ wide margins on each page for my journaling and artistic musings, it contains artwork just waiting to be colored. Filled with beautiful imagery and graphics, this Bible is a wonderful way to dive into Bible journaling.

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The neat thing is crafty companies are jumping on board, creating journaling Bibles and other tools to help us achieve a new understanding and relationship with the Word. Here are a few of the companies selling journaling Bibles and other supplies:

  1. DaySpring: Illustrated Faith by Shanna Noel
  2. Lifeway: Journaling Bibles
  3. Scrapbook.com (selling Illustrated Faith products)

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There are also a lot of classes forming. I will be writing a post over the weekend after I attend the “Created” workshop with Cori Spieker and Shanna Noel down in Federal Way. I can’t wait to dive into Bible journaling fully. I am excited to see where the Word takes me and my mixed media tools.

Until next time, remember creativity and imperfection live together in all we do. “Grace is the face love wears when it meets imperfection.”

~xoxo
Beanie

All Hot & Bothered Over a Cup (& a Cookie)

I will admit to a fair amount of chagrin recently when I read about all the ire over, of all things, a disposable coffee cup.

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By now, most of you are likely aware that Starbucks​ unveiled their holiday cups and … *GASP* omitted the Christmas scenes (holly wreaths, polar bears, Santa’s, reindeer’s, etc). Apparently, one man (self-identified as a Christian) took this personally, going so far as to order a drink at said chain, tell the barista his name was “Merry Christmas” so he could “offend the global coffee company” when the barista shouted, “Merry Christmas, Peppermint Soy Mocha”. Seriously.

First, I have never thought the Starbucks cup was “Christian” so much as it was commercially festive. Second, Christmas isn’t the only holiday in December and we are not a world (or even a country) where only one holiday is acceptable. I mean, Jewish folks don’t pitch a fit, screaming global conspiracy because the cup is red and not blue or that it contains reindeer instead of 5-pointed stars.

So, why all the kerfuffle over a cup? I wondered the same thing and even read a few articles about the whole mess. It was beginning to take up space in my head. Then, in what I believe, was a God-inspired moment it stopped when I decided that “…the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate! Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it off, I shake it off!” (yes, I just quoted Taylor Swift). With this revelation, a peace came over me and I thought, “Why do I care what the Starbucks cup looks like and why do I care that people are mad?”

It was wonderful and I didn’t really give the cup anymore thought … at least until the next offensive thing Starbucks did … they released, *GASP*, polar bear cookies that appeared to have their throats cut, which I will admit had the opposite affect those offended wanted. I actually laughed out loud. For shame, Starbucks think of the little children.

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Upon further investigation, I learned the offending cookies were out in 2010 (some enterprising blogger found an old image and decided to go to town on Starbucks) and the hubbub started all over again. Even the cup began to get play on my newsfeed again. Starbucks, apparently haters of Christians, were single-handedly trying to kill Christmas.

My chosen profession is marketing. Over my 18 years in the field, I’ve hit some out of the park — a few, and I’ve struck out — far too many times to count. Was the polar bear cookie unfortunate, of course it was. Is it the end of civilization as we know it, as if. I’m also an artist of sorts and when I look at the above image I see a scarf. If it was green or purple I guarantee that is what you would see too. Furthermore, I don’t think the cup is an indictment of Christianity or Christmas either.

Here is a wonderful post with a minority Christian opinion about the red cups. I happen to agree with her assertions and enjoyed her thoughts.

What I can promise you, is that Starbucks is not trying to kill Christmas or even to offend Christians. They love Christmas — that time of year when we buy and buy for those we love. They want our dollars. Not convinced? Let me leave you with this … For a company that supposedly hates Christmas why would they turn Starbucks cups into miniature Christmas tree ornaments and sell them?

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Modesty & Christian Life

Lately there have been a few posts on some popular news outlets and blogs about “modesty”. Some conservative, calling on women to “help their Christian brother’s” by dressing in modest, Christ-pleasing ways. Some a bit more “progressive”, putting the responsibility for men’s “stumbling and impure thoughts” squarely where they belong … on the men who think them. And some just trying to make sense of what Jesus calls Christian’s – men and women both – to in terms of appearance. Congressmen in Montana aside, the issue of modesty (Christian or otherwise) has long been debated and answers, much less the culture shift I believe is needed, are slow in coming.

I will admit that some of the more conservative posts and articles have had me seeing red, but as I strive to discern what Jesus calls Christians to I realize this issue has a long and complicated history and like many polarizing issues, is fraught with deeply held convictions and a bit of fear and loathing. So why am I writing about this? Partly because I’m frustrated with one conservative blogger’s avoidance and partly because the more research I did, the more I felt this issue isn’t merely a Christian issue … unfortunately it extends far beyond than that.

Let me say, I moderate the comments on my blog. People are all over the spectrum on this issue. Here is why I moderate. I’m not serious enough or well-known enough (aka well followed or followed at all) for real people to actually comment on my posts. Currently, I get the spam comments from bots, you know, the ones that promise ‘male enhancement’ or ‘stronger hair and nails’. Truly nothing I want appearing on my blog. So I choose to moderate my comments, hoping against hope that someday someone real will actually comment on something I’ve written. If there ever is a real, honest comment I will quickly and excitedly approve it, regardless of how I feel about it personally because to me one of the goals of a blog is to engage. It will be an amazing day … the day I get a real person commenting on something I’ve shared here.

So, back to my topic. The blog post that kicked this whole thing off lives here. The first comment I wrote was not approved (hence the talk about moderated comments) until I wrote a second comment asking why my first comment wasn’t being approved. Within 5 minutes of my second comment, the first was approved. A portion of my comment appears below and you can read the full comment (along with some other interesting thoughts) here (mine is the 2nd comment on page 2).

In your post you mention “The truth is, we don’t need to see something that was meant to be shared with someone the context of marriage…” and I agree with you! So to this point I ask, shouldn’t that include the male torso? When you go swimming, Jarrid, do you wear a swim shirt and modest swim trunks? When you join a pickup basketball game at the gym, do you strip that shirt off when you get hot?

Does knowing (and prayerfully considering) this fact change the way you plan dress for the gym, beach, or pool? Does it alter what you will tell the young men in your church about dressing modestly?

How many of the men who have commented in wholehearted agreement to this post appear shirtless in public? Would these men be willing to alter their attire to a more Christ-pleasing, modest style now that they know their naked torsos are stumbling blocks for their sisters in Christ? I wonder.

As you can see I ask the blogger several questions, to which he gives this answer:

“Totally see where you’re coming from. And yeah, I definitely agree that men need to be careful too.”

To say I was underwhelmed by this response would be the understatement of the century. Needless to say, I wrote a follow-up reply on 1/31, which as of today, still has not appeared in the comments section of the post. Either the author deleted it or is leaving it in moderation limbo. Before you say “maybe he’s been out of town” I honestly don’t believe that to be the case, though in all fairness I suppose that might be a possibility.

In my heart, I believe he doesn’t want to approve my comment because he doesn’t agree and doesn’t want to say so on his blog – he believes that the responsibility for modesty falls squarely on the shoulders of women, despite all his “…men need to be careful too” lip service. He doesn’t want to engage in thoughtful, Christ-centered debate … debate that might illuminate and provide true Christian growth. He want’s to be read, followed, and perhaps quoted.

Unfortunately, I didn’t copy the follow-up comment before I hit submit. If he doesn’t approve it, it will never be seen again. Basically, the gist was, “Why didn’t you answer the question, ‘Do you appear in public (at the gym, lake, or pool) with a bare torso?’. If you do, will you be adopting a more modest, Christ-pleasing dress since you now know the bare torso is a stumbling block for your sisters in Christ?”

I can only assume (it is impossible to know for sure since he won’t answer) he thinks men appearing in public with bare torsos isn’t an issue of modesty and more generally the responsibility for modesty lies with women. I suspect that e disregards the fact that it makes his fellow sister’s in Christ stumble is, “our problem” because he doesn’t want to have to alter his swim or gym wear.

If I’m honest, he is entitled to have these beliefs, but having them makes his railing about “painting a new standard” look silly and chauvinistic since he clearly doesn’t hold men to the same standards he does women. Add this to the fact that he is a “Christian leader” (a person others follow, believe, and rely on) and you might begin to see the danger. What is the danger?, you ask? Here is the crux…

Our society is staggering under a pervasive and sneaky gender bias (against women). Don’t believe me? I hope you will read on, dear friend.

Society has forever been calling on women to “dress modestly”, placing all the responsibility for appearing modest and making sure men don’t stumble on our shoulders. Both men and women (yes, we do this to ourselves) perpetuate gender bias. I would like to direct you to the fruits of my research surrounding modesty and its role in perpetuating gender bias:

There are literally hundreds of articles on popular Christian sites (modesty articles) and blogs across the web that, by in large, all focus on the responsibility of women when it comes to “modesty”. A Google image search on the phrase “modesty of dress” reveals hundreds of images … all of women. Even celebrities have begun addressing the disparity between how women and men are treated while walking the red carpet, one notable example by Cate Blanchette. Even the dictionary is complicit in gender bias as illustrated by two of the top three definitions of modesty, which portray gender negative illustrations (women be modest in dress, men be modest in your achievements).

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And we wonder why so many women have self-esteem issues, suffer from body-dysmorphic disorder, or fail to report being raped – I believe it’s a direct result of the gender biased, “women are responsible” culture so pervasive today; that somehow women are responsible if men think impure thoughts or take improper actions when seeing women they perceive as immodestly dressed. For me, it begs the question, “In what other area do we place the burden of our purity on another person?”, instead of where it belongs with ourselves.

I will confess, it all makes me crazy because I don’t believe that dressing modestly or helping our fellow man avoid stumbling should be the province of women – it should be the province of everyone. As Christians, we are called (men and women alike) to model Christ-like behavior and I, for one, would love to see a shift in how this issue is portrayed to Christians before another generation of Christian women and men are tainted by the idea that it is women who are responsible for modesty.

How can we possibly begin to dismantle such a systemic gender bias surrounding modesty? It seems daunting when I think about it, but as with most things, it happens in small increments … with a myriad of small steps, one right after another. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day and we have no reason to expect something so pervasive as gender bias would be easily dismantled either, but it’s worth the work … for ourselves and all the women who come after.

Unpacking “The Shack” (part 1)

Anyone who knows me knows I can be stubborn (insert corny joke here and have a wee laugh on me) it’s just one of the ABC’s of me. My best friend, Dylan (remember, names are changed to protect the guilty) knows this better than anyone – having known me and been a part of every happening in my life over the past 25 years. Thankfully, she loves me in spite of this shortcoming.

Several years ago, after she read it herself, my best friend gave me a copy of The Shack by Wm Paul Young. She had been energized and encouraged by the book and honestly thought I would be too. Enter the stubborn me.

Periodically, more frequently at first, but then finally tapering off to an once-yearly query, she would ask, “Have you started The Shack yet?” and each time I would reply, “No”. Even though I could tell it upset her, I couldn’t bring myself to read it. Honestly, I can’t even tell you why. It was nothing like the time I didn’t want to watch Lost because I had been told it was a reality show. To this day I cannot tell you why I was being so stubborn about reading this book.

Dylan hasn’t asked me if I’ve started The Shack in well over a year and the last time she did ask, her query was one of resignation, “Are you ever gonna read The Shack?” Looking back I know she believed in her heart that I would never read it. Never is a dangerous word.

I’ve been “church shopping” (I dislike the term, but I don’t know what else to call it) for about a year now and recently have been attending Eastlake Community Church (ECC). I was on their site and noticed that “Growth Groups” were getting ready to start up again so I decided to see if there was a growth group that might fit me. I found only one, titled simply, “Unpack the Shack”. I was excited … but I didn’t tell Dylan (I think I worried about getting her hopes up or perhaps I was just embarrassed that it had taken me so long to do what she asked).

What happened next felt like something out of Titanic or some other disaster movie. The group was set to meet each Tuesday starting on February 25th. On that first Tuesday my life (at least marginally) became a complete and utter mess:

  • Week one: terrible cold
  • Week two: best friend bad news
  • Week three: work offsite retreat
  • Week four: trip to urgent care

I felt okay missing week one, after all I had a fever – no one would have wanted me there. Week two, there was nothing for it, your best friend needs you, you go. Period. By the time I realized I was also going to miss week three, I was feeling like a loser fraud but even that embarrassment paled in comparison to sending an email to the group leader at 6:30p on week four telling him I was at urgent care, I felt so low and fully expected to be told, “We would rather you just not come since you’ve missed so much.” I had also begun to wonder if God was trying to tell me something.

To my relief, the leader was extremely gracious, telling me that he hoped I would be able to make it the next week. As far as the “signs” I decided they weren’t coming from God but, I will admit, as Tuesday approached I began to wonder if something would suddenly appear and keep me from going.

Tuesday night came and, to my great relief, I made it to group. I was welcomed warmly by the other members, who smiled and joked calling me “the fictitious lady”. I had a wonderful time. Up to this point, I’d been reading the chapters, but missing the opportunity to discuss them with the group.

I am excited, energized, and looking forward to the upcoming weeks. In a wee bit of irony, the group has decided to take the next two weeks off (due to travel schedules and spring break). I’m sad to lose this new momentum, but looking forward to renewed conversations about the book with this amazing group of people.

In “part 2” I’ll actually share my thoughts on the book. I will confess that I’ve cried a fair amount while reading it and I suspect more tears will fall before I’m done. Anyone who knows me, knows that I cry at sad books and movies…

Some Thoughts on Control

There is a lot of talk in the world today about control. Opinions vary on if, and to what degree, we as human beings exercise control. Some say, “Yes, I am always in control!” While others say, “No, control is an illusion!” My analytical brain wants to put me in the “Yes!” camp, but from experience and what I read in God’s Word I know that the latter is where I live.

Why do we feel the need for control? The world says it’s primal, a survival instinct, hard-wired into us when we crawled out of the ooze a bazillion years ago. As a Christian I reject the idea that my ancestors were ever protozoa or ever “oozed” anywhere. Honestly, which is more fantastical: a) humans were once single-celled organisms and “evolved” or b) God brought everything into existence?

I believe the answer lies, perfectly enough, in the idea of control.

If the universe simply sprang into being, one second there was nothing and the next, volia, Earth we are not beholden to anyone or anything for our existence … it was an accident, happenstance without purpose or design. After all, a human can’t be indebted to protozoa or the big bang! If, however, God created the Earth in seven glorious days, breathed life into Adam and from his rib created Eve, well then there is someone we owe! Someone who has control over our existence.

Submission, by it’s very definition, is an absence of control. When we submit to God’s plan for our lives, when we follow His commandments, when we acknowledge our fallen sinful nature and finally, blessedly when we are washed white by the blood of the Lamb, Jesus Christ, we are most surely “out of control”! The point being … we’ve given control over to God.

However, for all this “lack of control” I would suggest that in perfect submission there is control … God’s control and reign over our lives gives a peace and joy that no white-knuckled grasp on the handlebars of life could ever give! He is a loving and wonderful Father who promises to safeguard us when we submit to His plan for our lives.

‘For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.’ Jeremiah 29:11 (NAS)

When asked, “what is the reason for the light that lives within you” what is your answer? Mine is simple, “I was born a sinner, separated from God. Were it not for His grace, mercy, and love I would be damned to an eternity of loneliness and darkness in Hell. He loved me so much that He sent His son, Jesus, to pay the price for each and every sin. That kind of love is epic, without equal and is the reason for the light that lives in me!”

To some being in control is safety … the only way they can live. I challenge each of you to take close look at how “control” plays out in your life. For me, I’m ever the broken girl, making mistakes but following (and ceding) control to the Lord one day at a time.