Barbie

As someone who considers herself a feminist I have a startling confession to make: I like Barbie dolls. As a little girl my best friend, Lee, and I would spend hours a days assembling multiple Barbie houses and cars and offices to make a Barbie neighborhood inhabited my a variety of Barbie and Ken dolls with their ever-changing wardrobes. It became a family affair. My grandfather, instead of making a dollhouse for me, made a fabulous house for Barbie which could be broken down and folded neatly away when not in use. I had a Miss America Barbie for which my uncle made a special four-poster bed (fit for a queen) which he painted gold. My grandmother taught me to sew and some of my first projects were clothes for Barbie. And at my parent's home a huge box with the house, furniture, jacuzzi tub, dolls, clothes and shoes are all still safely tucked away under the bed in my room.

My Barbie-filled past never came up until shortly after the birth of my daughter, when someone dropped off a gift for our newborn, a Barbie dream kitchen. Along with my daughter's blocks and train set we also have multiple Barbie dolls at our home, and a wonderful assortment of clothes, which I brought in my box today. As I shared the blue wedge shoes, the white cropped pants, and the numerous ball gowns in my bag of Barbie clothes, I reminded the children that dressing up Barbie, and managing all her possessions can be fun, but it can also be stressful. Searching for a tiny matching shoe and then getting it on is hard! Luckily, Jesus tells us not to worry about these things. He tells us not to worry about what we will wear, or even about what we will eat or drink, for worrying adds not a single hour to our lives. Instead we should be confident in the fact that God will take care of us. (Matthew 6:25-34)

What are your worries? Are they concerns you would take to God in prayer? I have a good friend who likes to remind me, "Never worry too much about a problem that money can fix", by which she means the real problems are ones we have no control over, the ones that money can't fix.  The next time a worry hits you- ask, is this a Barbie shoe problem? And remember that in all things, Christ is there.

The Good Shepherd

Today was Father's Chapel at St. Mark's. It was wonderful to have so many fathers and special friends join us. The children really love having guests come with them to chapel and we hope you know that you are welcome to worship with us every week. In my box was a well-worn, stuffed lamb. It is very soft, plays music, and was a gift to Sarah Frances that lived in her crib until she outgrew it and now moves from place to place in her room.

The Bible is filled with images of shepherds, mentioning shepherds and/or sheep over 200 times. Abel was a shepherd, David watched his father's sheep, and shepherds were the first to visit Jesus at his birth. Tending sheep was difficult and sometimes dangerous work. The good shepherd often lived with his sheep, leading them to pasture and water, protecting them from wild animals, and guarding them at night whether they were out in the open or in a sheepfold. The good shepherd might even carry weak lambs in his arms. The good shepherd knew each one of his sheep, making sure none were ever lost, and those sheep responded to the sound of his voice.

When we teach our children about Christ, we often break stories and lessons down into their most basic components, to make them easy for them to comprehend. In this case Jesus did the heavy lifting for us. Jesus referred to himself as the good shepherd, one who lays down his life for his sheep, and the story and images of the good shepherd are beautiful ones that even a child can understand. (John 10:11-16) I often tell the children about the good shepherd and the love He has for them. Today I added to this image of the good shepherd that of the good father. The good father loves, and cares and protects his child in the same way the good shepherd does for his sheep. We speak of God the Father, and for our children that image often brings with it all the love and care their own father provides for them. To be a good father is an incredible accomplishment, and we should applaud it more often.

And now, an extra thought that was not given to those in chapel. In the last conversation Jesus had with Peter, he asked him to "Feed my sheep". (John 21:15-17) Whose sheep are you feeding this week?

All you need is Love

Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and I thought instead of talking to the children about the martyred saints of ancient Rome, I would bring one in my box instead. The Valentine I brought in is one I was given by my friend Mary Blake and features one of my favorite characters, Elmo.

Along with this sweet card, I had in my box three of my absolute favorite things. If you want to know the way to my heart it can be found in four little words: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I told the children how much I loved them and that it was so exciting to me that I received not one, or two, but three with my Valentine. And then, sadly, I gave each away to someone else.

Every week I remind our children that God fills our hearts with love, but this week I wanted them to understand that real love often involves some sacrifice. In 1 Corinthians 13 we see that love is patient and kind, which is not always easy. Love involves laying down traits that many of us carry, such as envy, pride and anger. God calls us to love even those who are unlovable, those who drive us crazy, those who we don't really even like. Because without love, we are empty.

How are you sharing God's love with others?

Let there be light

I brought two things in my box today, one that makes the other more useful. The guesses included an ambulance and paper, but what I had was a candle and matches. The candle is the kind in a glass jar, it is orange and smells like yummy pumpkin pie. But as much as certain commercials would have us think otherwise, the primary point of a candle is not to smell. It is to provide light.

First I lit the orange candle and we watched it burn for a minute. It wasn't a very big light and I'm sure those in the back found it hard to see. Then I brought out a large candle lighter/snuffer (which the children first thought was a shower head) and lit it, and then used it to spread the light to the torches near the altar. The torches are much bigger than my pumpkin candle. But even they stood out only so much, ... until Ms. Pulignano turned off the lights. And suddenly the candles blazed. Even the small one could be seen by everyone in the room.

The Bible tells us God's first act of creation was to bring light into the world. As caretakers of God's creation we should be protecting that light and helping it grow. Unfortunately, in our busy lives filled with distracting brightness, we don't always take the time to notice or to care for the Godlight that shines in us or in others. We often keep our lights covered instead of passing the fire along to others who may need it. We may even let our lights go out, leaving us vulnerable when darkness comes.

What can you do this week to shine your light into the lives of your family, your friends, your community and your world?