Women of Faith Weekend

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I just got home from a long "weekend" — Thursday evening through today. I was in South Carolina attending the Women of Faith conference in Charlotte, NC.

Wow. I mean, Wow! It was a powerful time of amazing speakers, beautiful worship and fun. Sandi Patty, Patsy Clairmont, Lucie Swindoll, Chonda Pierce, Marilyn Meberg,Thelma Wells and Sheila Walsh. Every one of them had something significant to teach me. There was so much to soak in that I’m still processing all that I learned over the weekend. I will post about some the most consequential things God spoke to me about in the next few days. But I’m just way too exhausted right now. I need to get some sleep before work tomorrow!

Boring Wins in Tennessee

This is hilarious. I was watching Nightline just now and they were talking about all the new political ads out, including the Republican ad against Ford.

Bay Buchanan, political pundit, pointed out that Tennessee produced both Al Gore and Bill Frist — Boring. Boring-boring-boring.

"Tennessee likes boring," she said. "Boring wins in Tennessee. And here you have this flamboyant, smooth-talkin’ ladies man. That’s not the image. That’s what that ad does. It made Ford reinforce this image of a dapper man that’s maybe not in touch with the people of Tennessee."

She goes on to say, "Corker is boring. Boring wins."

1_baaa_3 That’s hilarious! Corker wins because he’s boring!!

Hey wait… we also "produced" Fred Thompson. He’s not boring.

Guess that’s why he’s no longer here…..

Mozart and Schermerhorn

If you haven’t been the Schermerhorn Symphony Center, you need to go. Really. YouPiano_stage_lg
need to go. And those of you considering visiting Nashville, this is one place that needs to be on your Must See list (along with the Ryman and Fido; okay, yeah, my taste runs a little toward the eclectic).

The building itself is amazingly beautiful, with its airy, open feel, clean lines and mix of stone and wood. But I think its the acoustics that enchanted me most. Granted, I was sitting in the orchestra section in the middle. Pretty much the best seats to have to begin with — and I have no idea how I managed to score such great seats, seeing as how I got my ticket tonight at the box-office, with the help of my friends who have season tickets (tip to the interested: find someone who has season tickets and have them purchase your ticket for you. They get a big discount on any extra tickets they get. It is sooooo worth it, considering tickets can cost upwards of $80).

Perfect seats aside, the sound was amazing — which is a very important thing to this little Soundchick. I had read in several different reviews that there is no accoustically
bad seat in the hall, and after tonight, I’m inclined to believe it. I could hear everything, even the smallest whispers of sound from any instrument on stage, and none of the dynamic range between pianismo and fortismo got lost in the engineer’s attempt to balance our listening experience. In fact, a few times I wondered if they really had need for someone to man a sound board at all, even though I could see a battery of microphones strung from the ceiling. Was I hearing the symphony through a sound system, or was I actually hearing them "unplugged"? I have no idea.

And the symphony, wow! They are incredible. I’m not a symphony sophistocit, so I cannot rate how our symphony compares with those in other cities. All I can say is that I thought it was beautiful, and I would have been happy to stay there all night listening to them play.

Skim_lgTonight it was Mozart, and Sibelius. I love Mozart; have since I first remember connecting his name to his music. Sibelius I’d never heard of, but for the most part, I liked what I heard. Our conductor for the evening was Anu Tali, whom I found to be a delight to watch. And who shocked me with her youth (she graduated high school in 1991;jeez, I feel old).

The best part of the evening was, in my mind, the Mozart Concerto No. 5 in A major. Soovin Kim was the guest violinist. He was such a joy to watch! You could see his love for the music in every note he played. His face just shone with excitement. He made me smile and enjoy the music all the more just watching him beam as he played his 1709 Stradivarius. If you ever have a chance to see him play, take it; by any means possible, take it.

We ended our evening with sushi at Ru San’s. Oooooo, yum. You have got to try this place! I’m so not a sushi eater — raw fish give me the heebies — but I had veggie rolls with shrimp tempura inside that were absolutely To.Die.For. And the chefs and waiter all have way too much fun! I want me one of those cool t-shirts they all wear, "Got Sushi?" Yes. I am a happy, happy little camper tonight. It was the perfect way to end a perfect evening.

Photos from The Nashville Symphony website.

Why I’m Voting No on 1

Just about the time I get all calmed down and peaceful like, I pick up another paper, or watch yet another news story on how James Dobson, Dick Land or Jerry Sutton want me to be sure to "keep my Christian values in mind" when I go to the polls this November (or this week…). It happened again today.

I sat down at Crest Honda to wait on my baby’s first oil change (that’s "ohl" to you Tennesseans) and as I’m flipping through the latest version of The Scene, I come across an article about Monday night’s dueling rallies for Amendment One. The language quoted from the Two Rivers rally both angered and saddened me.

I realize I am an anomaly in Tennessee. Even more so considering I am, what most statisticians and pollsters would classify an "evangelical/born again/fundamentalist Christian." (why do they lump us all together like that????) –Truthfully, I’m evangelical and born again, but I doubt I’m really a true fundamentalist. But I still end up lumped in with them. Anyway –Current polls show this amendment will pass with between 60% to 70% of the vote. So why am I swimming upstream against my "fellow" born-againer fundies? Well, let me tell you.

First, for those of you outside Tennessee — and those inside who have been living in a cave lo this past year — "1" (or "One"… whatever…) is an amendment to Tennessee’s constitution. Officially called "Tennessee Marriage Amendment", it would limit any recognized marriages in Tennessee to those between a man and a woman. Even if a gay couple has been legally married in another state, Tennessee will not, cannot, recognize it.

I can already hear my some of my friends gasping, exclaiming, "why on earth would you vote no on such a thing, Lu? Don’t you believe in the sanctity of marriage? Don’t you know that God sees same-sex marriage as sin?"

Yes, I do. And, No, I don’t — at least not any more so than same-sex sex/relationship outside of marriage.

Look, I could write a whole post just on my deep conviction that homosexuality is sin, with all the Scriptural references to back it up. It would include my own understanding of how sin, from Adam on, has impacted every aspect and element of creation; including genetics, which can strongly influence a person’s proclivity for same-sex attraction.

But that’s not the point here. And its not the reason why I’m voting NO on this amendment.

There are a couple of facts that need to be stated. First, this amendment is wholly unnecessary. In 1996, a proposition was put on the Tennessee ballot and passed, which effectively banned same-sex marriage in this state. The amendment was proposed after the Massachusetts Supreme Court, in 2003, struck down a similar proposition passed in that state. It is a way of ensuring that ’96 proposition will not be set aside as "unconstitutional".

Second, and obviously connected to the first, the failure of Amendment One would not open wide Tennessee’s doors to the possibility of gay marriage becoming legal in the state. For reasons clearly stated above (1996).

Those are the facts. This amendment is unnecessary. This amendment is redundant.

Here’s the Truth.  Passing this amendment will not "save", "protect" or in any way salvage the "sanctity" or "purity" of marriage. It cannot. It is powerless to effect the heart changes necessary to do such a thing. It is not the homosexual community who has ravaged the purity and sanctity, the set-apartness, of marriage. It is the heterosexual community, and dare I say, the "Christian" community, who has done the most damage to the institution of marriage and could ultimately destroy the ideal of it in our culture. It is those who choose mediocrity in their relationship with their spouse over sacrifice and passion, who change marriage partners as often as they change their wardrobe, who value their own comfort and their own needs above those of their spouses and children who destroy its sanctity. And it is those who wield marriage and family as weapons in a "values war" who destroy the purity of the marriage commitment and the sanctity of the marriage vow.

Jerry Sutton, pastor of Two Rivers Baptist Church, claimed at Monday night’s rally that we Christians are at "war against homosexual militants" and "debauchery". How can a pastor of such a large church be so incredibly clueless? No wonder we’re vilified in television shows and ridiculed in comedy clubs. No wonder we’re disliked by so many. We have idiots preaching from our "pulpits".

Even a cursory glance at the Bible brings abundant clarity that Jerry Sutton is flat-out wrong. Perhaps he is waging a personal war against "homosexual militants", but God certainly is not. He never has and He never will.

Paul makes it very clear that our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the spiritual forces of evil in this world and against every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God. (Eph 6:12, 2 Cor 10:4-5). The Message puts it this way:

The tools of our trade aren’t for marketing or manipulation, but they are for demolishing that entire massively corrupt culture. We use our powerful God-tools for smashing warped philosophies, tearing down barriers erected against the truth of God, fitting every loose thought and emotion and impulse into the structure of life shaped by Christ.

Jerry Sutton, rather than demolishing corruption, instead erected a barrier against the truth of God with his statements Monday night. Many others have done the same, all in the name of "preserving," and "protecting" marriage. Jerry Sutton has a warped philosophy and its time we as his sisters and brothers stood up and said, "no more."

Jesus did not rage against homosexuals or "sinners" when He walked this earth. To the contrary, He openly embraced and loved them, fellowshipped with them, and made it clear it was for them that He came, for them He died and for them He conquered death and lives today. So that they may have Life.

Nor did Jesus ever demand that the sinners He fellowshipped with ever live up to laws of Moses given to God’s people. Rather, He loved them just as they were, accepted them just as they were and invited them to follow Him and learn a new, more abundant way to live. He never forced His will or His rules upon them.  He is the same today. He does not force His will or His law upon anyone.

The religious zealots, on the other hand, like those of Jerry Sutton, Dick Land and James Dobson, those are the people that Jesus raged against. Them He declared "war" against — overturning tables, calling them hypocrites and snakes. For they were the ones that kept writing more and more rules for everyone to follow, more and more laws for everyone to obey, more and more hoops for a person to jump through in order to be found acceptable to God.

Amendment One will not protect marriage. All it will do is create yet another barrier between those Jesus loves and those of us who claim to follow Him. The gay community is already denied legal rights regarding the care of their own children, their own partners and their own loved ones that even an unmarried heterosexual couple enjoy under the law. Why kick them in the stomach when they’re already down?

I have said it before, the United States is not a "Christian" nation, nor was it ever meant to be. It was created as a safe haven for people of all religions. However, it is a Christianized nation, with a brand of Christianity that is more cultural than Biblical. If we are going to perpetrate Christianity on our country, let it at least be Biblical, with all the love and grace and respect God reveals in His Word.

Forcing nonbelievers to live like they are believers may seem "morally righteous" but, in truth, it’s cruel. They have neither the understanding nor the power of the Holy Spirit with which to overcome the enemy and live in freedom under the standards God sets for us, His followers. God never forces nonbelievers to live by the same standards as His people. Rather, He calls His people to live by standards that would cause the world around us to stand up and take notice, in order that HE might have the glory and honor when His people are able to point to Him as the source of the ability to live by such freedom, grace, hope and love.

That is why I’m voting NO on One.

Heart of the Matter

There is a stage in the grief process when anger finally pushes to the surface and fills the soul for a time with hot coals of raw emotion, of rage. Sometimes that rage doesn’t make a bit of sense. Sometimes it shoots blindly at whomever or whatever is closest. But sometimes it is laser-focused on a particular thing, or person.

I got the call today, I didn’t wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin’ on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love’s open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?

We don’t just grieve when someone dies. We grieve when dreams die, when relationships don’t work out, when jobs aren’t what we thought they would be, when careers are not what the college recruiter promised.

We also grieve as we grow in our discovery of ourselves.

I’ve been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I’m learning them again
I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore

When you discover that much of the view of you, of yourself, that you built your life around is actually a lie from the enemy of your soul; when you finally connect the dots of your life and see how the arrows of childhood hurts have shaped your behavior, your willingness to be treated in unkind, abusive ways and your choices in relationships; how those lies fed an insecurity that kept you clinging to whatever measure of power or control, or both, you could grasp, there is a firestorm that sweeps over you, an anger that must find a release.

You can try to stem the tide. You can try to stuff the emotion. You can try. But whatever ever method you choose, it will ultimately fail. Like the little boy with his finger in the dike, it is too little, too late. The dam is broken and its just a matter of time before the anger spills forth and floods every valley of your life.

These times are so uncertain
There’s a yearning undefined

And people filled with rage

We all need a little tenderness

How can love survive in such a graceless age

And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness

They’re the very things we kill, I guess

Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms

And the work they put between us,

You know it doesn’t keep us warm
 

There is a slow burning fire growing within me. Embers of anger fanning into raging flames as I begin to realize the lies I believed and the person I allowed those lies to shape me into. I feel it rising inside me, filling up all my insides and spilling over my spirit and into the world. It comes out in inappropriate ways — cussing out the drivers in front of me who drive too slowly, muttering curses at my computer and my office’s Internet slowness when neither move as fast as I declare they should. I know there are better ways, more productive ways to release this anger, but I have yet to have success in using them.

In truth, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the fire inside. I haven’t touched the fullness of it yet, but I know it burns hot. And it will rage out of control soon.

Yet even in the midst of all this discovery and fire, there is a Truth that shines brightly even in the daylight. Truth that brings release, like buckets of cool rain. I am free.

I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak

And my heart is so shattered

But I think it’s about forgiveness

Forgiveness

Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
 

The chains of desperate need for power, for control, they no longer hold me captive. The need to make sure everyone believes as I do, that everyone follows the rules I deem most important, don’t exist anymore. I look at my life and I can see the legalism I lived under. I can see the legalism I enforced upon others. And I see if for the legalism it is, not the “concern” or “passion” I once believed it was.

When hurts come, when the arrows of Life pierce our hearts, our automatic reaction is to close ranks and protect ourselves. Legalism is the best protector of all. It creates a nearly impenetrable wall that none can scale. It sets the bar so high than no one can ever measure up. And if no one can measure up, no one can hurt us with unmet expectations or unexpected rejection. It gives an illusion of power and control over the undefeatable and uncontrollable.

All the people in your life who’ve come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride

Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on

You keep carrin’ that anger, it’ll eat you up inside

There are so many in the world right now who long to keep me trapped in legalism, especially in their own particular brand of legalism. They say I cannot do certain things, because I am a woman. They say that I cannot practice certain things, because they do not interpret the Bible that way, and they know these things better than I, they say. They say I cannot believe certain things, because God showed them my beliefs are in error.

For a moment I raged. Fire burned inside my spirit and smoke poured from my heart.

And then the chains fell to the floor. I saw the legalism for what it really was, a defense, to keep out the Grace of God.

I wanna be happily everafter
And my heart is so shattered

But I know it’s about forgiveness

Forgiveness

Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
 

Grace says it matters not who’s right. Grace says I don’t need to be in control. Grace says it doesn’t matter who appears to have the power. Grace says I am forgiven. Grace says I am redeemed. Grace says that God has the power; God has the control. Grace says God defines me; and God defines my ministry.

Grace even says that God is patient; agonizingly patient. He allows the power hungry, the control obsessed, the legalistic, the pharisees of our day to continue down our self-made paths of destruction because He loves us. He loves us enough to give us as much time as we need to, well, to get a clue that we’re in over our heads. He is slow to anger, and quick to forgive because He loves even the power-hungry souls, so much so He does not want them to suffer punishment at His hand.

I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak

And the ashes will scatter

So I’m thinkin’ about forgiveness

Forgiveness

Even if you don’t love me anymore

Grace says I’m forgiven. When I accept God’s Grace, His forgiveness of my own desperate game of power and control washes over me and my chains of legalism fall powerless to the floor. Grace stands in opposition to the legalism I see all around. And Grace calls me, longs for me, begs me, to forgive. Forgive, as I have been forgiven. Others can try with all their might to bind me in their chains, but they will fail. For I am free. Grace has freed me. Freed me to give Grace. And I pray Grace will one day set them free.

There is much power in forgiveness. It is the power of Life.

“Heart of the Matter” by Don Henley, performed by India.Arie
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I Have No Voice Left

But we won, and that’s all that matters. Go Panthers!Panthers2

Final score: Panthers 23, Ravens 21 (yeah, that was close….)

In other news….
the Titans are beating the Redskins 25 to 22. The Redskins must really suck this year…

I Don’t Know Why I’m Yelling

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No one can hear me in Baltimore from here… That doesn’t seem to matter. I’m still yelling like crazy. The Ravens have a really good defense. But then again, so do we. And we’ve got Delhomme and Smith. Hoo-ya!

Current score:
Panthers 13
Ravens    7

8:14 left in the 3rd quarter

It’s Finally Official

I received my first official Tennessee Voter Registration Card.

Yeah, I know. I’ve been here two years and I’m just now getting a card?? Well, see… the first year I got an apartment past the registration cut-off. And last year I moved right after the cut-off, and hadn’t gotten a card before then.

But now I have one. So I can now vote for someone other than those two nincompoops I saw last night.

Is there anyone besides those two nincompoops?