Thursday, October 20, 2011

Booger Men and Small Rebellions

Small Rebellions...
You may ask what in the world are small rebellions? Well....They are small but powerful acts of kindness. In Christianity today we do not hear about plain old kindness much anymore.

Could it be the "Booger Man of Busyness" the need for approval of man? The status quo of I'm so busy - so poopular (spelling intentional) I have no time to be kind?

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Last Sunday we visited my 81 year old dad...
http://x16.xanga.com/33bb371a46c3231496980/b21949391.jpg ...and the above song was playing as we crossed the bridge trekking over a lovely sparkling bay, the drum were powerful the words to the song even more powerful. This song is by the Christian group, Jars of Clay. There is something about this song...My little family will agree. When we hear this in the car it's as if "This is our mission for the Lord!"

Our visit with my dad included going out to eat, talking about the old days and at one point I held my dad in my arms as he wept real tears as he recounted his dying mother, my real grandmother who I am named after... He was a blonde curly headed little boy visiting his mommy in the hospital in her last days, Christmas time 1940. She had been poisoned by the very treatment that was supposed to have cured her cancer back in 1940, passing away two days after Christmas. She was delirious and shook my dad as a wee little boy telling him, "Talk to me! Talk to me!" He sadly recounted so pitifully...I told her "But I am talking to you Mommy..."

What child deserves that?

Daddy wept and I walked slowly to his side of the room and sat smack next to him squeezing into his easy chair with him as I put my arm around him as he cried. Our four girls quietly came around and my dear husband was there next to us. I'm not sure where I'm going with this but sometimes we need to weep with those that weep, it speaks louder than words. There is a powerful solace in wiping the tears away from someone's eyes.

Every day there are small rebellions against the "Booger Man" of busyness.

When my 81 year old mom comes to visit I have decided it's much better for me to sit with her and visit instead of trying to do a million other things. She usually comes once a week. I'm an only child. (enough said on that). But I have noticed when I do this she is much more cheerful.

And it goes for grandparents too, many are so busy in social, political and church activities they don't have time for grandchildren. That is so very sad, they sell out, they cave for cheap poopularity too. And then many wonder what happened? Same things for moms, they are so busy blogging they are ignoring their children at times. I learned my lesson on that one several years ago.

People know how they feel when they are around you even when they don't remember what you said.

Do you ever visit new churches and you feel as if you are an outsider in a private club? I have and it's one of the loneliest feelings ever. It's the Booger Man of busyness, the Booger of status quo many times, those big fish in their very small ponds.

This Booger Man steals time from our children, our homes even the way we eat and think. So many hurting people around us even at the grocery stores, we can be the changers! We can be that small rebellion the slayers of the Booger Men of discouragement! Joy Givers for Jesus!

Many Booger Men today.... Booger Men of busyness, manmade religion, pride and materialism and many more. Booger Men of blogging too. And let's not forget the much esteemed Three-Headed Booger Man of multi-tasking!

Why do people try to impress people they don't even like?
People they do not even know?

Do you know of any Booger Men you have slain this week with acts of kindness? Small rebellions?

Some of our best friends are in the nursing home, do you know people of all ages live at nursing homes?

This is me with my buddy, he can't hear well and is learning to speak, a darling, if he doesn't touch your heart, no one will. And Michelle, one of our daughters with another sweet buddy friend. Joy givers to (us).



They are some of our very best friends, these guys are angels. They in fact are the very Booger Man slayers for US many times!

Just yesterday we were there with our buddy-friend-angels and a beautiful black woman, a resident there, a woman who dresses so very tastefully, she tells me her sister is much like a Martha Stewart and picks her clothes for her, her name is Teresa. She cries, she is so touched by the praise and worship...I have the privilege of wiping her tears. There is something about that. Just something about wiping someone's tears... It slays the Booger Man. a small rebellion of KINDNESS. JESUS. Human touch is so very, very important, it's like a soothing balm that heals...it heals to the innermost being.

My Greatest Friend

My Greatest Friend by John Drysdale
(I love this print, I saw it in a hippie pizza restaurant bathroom in an old two story house in midtown.)

This print to me shows what can happen when we perform those small rebellions, those small but great acts of kindness for JESUS.

Let's remember to slay that Booger Man of Busyness. Say NO to the Booger Man of Busyness poopularity, status quo and his partner the evil multi-tasker!

Don't let the Booger Man of Busyness steal from your family and the lonely right around you!
He might be masquerading in your church!
Only YOU can see him!


What Booger Man are we hiding from or refusing to see hiding in our homes, in our lives? What Booger Man are we playing or flirting with and who are we trying to impress? Slay the Booger Man!
Reach out in small rebellions for JESUS. Be Jesus with skin on to others...Let's be a slayer of busyness, be a Knight of Goodness and CARE for others. You may say you are not a sensitive person? Pray to be a sensitive person. Use words when necessary. It's freedom.

Amen. ~Amelia

4 comments:

auntie said...

You touch hearts dear one. You touch that place that is often confused about what to do next or where to go. Your smile and wise words and turn of phrase gently turn the confused one in the right direction. You are Jesus' compass. Bless you.

Lea said...

Love that song too!

Such good thoughts here... I agree, grandparents need our time and listening ear so much. And it's so important to cry with those who cry as well. This is what Christianity is all about. We need each other. We are called to love.

Love to you.

Marianna said...

A very lovely and true post. Challenging to boot, which is always a good thing. Keep being the hands and feet of Jesus, here and everywhere, it's a precious thing. <3 <3 <3

Susan said...

beautiful post - and a great reminder. We just returned from vacation; Hubby, me and the kids went to visit my parents. Our main goal was to unplug, sit in quiet moments together (or ones filled with laughter) and simply spend time together.We don't do that often enough. It does make a difference...time...doesn't it?:)