I shut down my old site, thinking that I would rather post anonymously. However, I haven't posted at all. I'm really not as concerned about privacy as much as I thought I was. I am who I am. If someone doesn't like it, that's pretty much tough. Hopefully I'll be able to post more now that school is done, Katie is here, and I'm trying to fill up free time.
To that effect, I've brought all my old site content over here. I like my new website name better, and I'm using WordPress, which seems to function a bit nicer than Community Server did. I'll see if I can finish up a couple of my old series, and continue writing.
Thanks for sticking with me! And come on over to Mezzamorphis!
I read two stories today that, as a parent, really made me crazy.
First, from Ottawa, Canada. A judge overturned the grounding (yes, read the article) of a 12-year-old girl. The girl was grounded by her father because she was told to stay off the Internet and she refused. Therefore, she was not allowed to go on a school trip and was grounded as punishment. Now, I'm no expert on Canadian law, but this seems to be a gross imposition on the rights of the parent. If I choose to not allow my child to play video games (and it's happened), they don't get to play video games. When they are on their own they can make up their own rules, but until then, I'll do it for them. If I were a parent in Canada, I'd be concerned that this might become a ruling that other courts may use against them.
Secondly, we have this story from Gloucester, Massachusetts. The high school in Gloucester has experienced a baby boom, having 17 girls become pregnant. Out of a 1,200 student population, they typically average four. While there are larger issues with the pregnancies that I'll let you get from the article, I wanted to focus on one particular aspect of it.
But by May, after nurse practitioner Kim Daly had administered some 150 pregnancy tests at Gloucester High's student clinic, she and the clinic's medical director, Dr. Brian Orr, a local pediatrician, began to advocate prescribing contraceptives regardless of parental consent, a practice at about 15 public high schools in Massachusetts.
...
The pair resigned in protest on May 30.
I'm sure that the district has some type of privacy policy for the children, so that they can expect to come in and take a pregnancy test without their parents finding out about it. However, if you start noticing some frequent fliers in there, don't you think it's time to let the parents know that their children are obviously engaging in some risky behavior? It's not time to start handing out the pill to them without parental consent, it's time to bring them in, tell their parents, and let the parents decide what they want the child to do. My children will have a reasonable expectation of privacy when they are older, but they will know that whatever they do is subject to my supervision at any time.
I'm sure that the underlying reason for most of these girls to become pregnant is because they don't get enough love at home. That falls directly on the parents, and they will have to one day answer for that. The girls need to know that there are consequences to getting pregnant. As the older girl in the article says, "...it's hard to feel loved when an infant is screaming to be fed at 3 a.m." Believe me, we know around here.
I've been writing on claywginn.com for quite some time now, but I think that I'm finally done. I'm starting up a new site, but I'm going to be using a pseudonym that I'm not going to publish on here. If anyone would like to know what the new site is, please send me an email and I'll let you know.
Why am I doing this? I'm getting more concerned about privacy as my kids get older. I've never really cared much before about it, and nothing has happened to scare me into it, I just think it's a prudent thing to do. Of course, Google has a long memory, so nothing will really disappear. I'm just not going to make it readily available.
I'm going to leave the site up and running for awhile, probably six months or so. All my email addresses still work, so communication isn't changing. I'm just not going to post here anymore.
Thanks to those who have been reading, and God bless everyone!
As both an armchair meteorologist and armchair theologian, I would like to make the following observation. Weather is God's way of telling humanity that we have no idea how things work. We may think we do, but sometimes God simply decides to throw a wrench in the works. My evidence for this follows.
This last weekend was fairly rainy and stormy. We had a pretty good storm roll through about 2AM, with a lot of rain, wind, and lightning. Then it rained pretty consistently from about 4AM until 10AM. The temperature had been dropping all day from a high of 65 at 1AM. About 6:30PM though, things started to change more.
Naturally, the kids were excited as they rarely get to see snow here in Texas. I thought that it would have a few flakes, then not much more after that. Boy, was I wrong.
8PM
9:30PM
Tink wasn't sure what to think of the white stuff invading her back yard.
1AM (yes, I was still awake)
7AM Everything was covered in white.
Naturally, this meant it was time for snow angels.
Four inches of the white stuff, measured several times to make sure it was accurate.
Driving to work everything was beautiful...
... up until this. You can almost hear the people collectively asking, "What is all this white stuff? Where did it come from?!?!?" Since their brains were occupied with these thoughts, they couldn't be bothered with driving more than 15 MPH on the freeway.
Such is snow on a fine March day in Texas, a day after we were under a tornado watch.
I've kind of turned this into a photoblog, haven't I?
As most of you know, we're having a baby in May. It's been almost five years since we've had a little one around the house. Ashlee and Alex are six and five and have long since grown out of their baby clothes. We gave most of what we had away, along with all the furniture and toys. We kept a few things here and there, mostly sentimental type stuff. We have been totally unprepared for little Katie's presence in the house.
That's where our friends and church have come in. Last weekend, I think a Children's Place opened up a franchise in our living room. Katie now has enough clothes that she could almost wear one outfit each day for the first year of her life. Since we're probably going to add another little girl to the family in the future, we'll get a lot of use out of these clothes. What we can't use will be passed on to someone else.
Here are a few pictures to give an idea of what we received. Not just clothes, but furniture too. The three gray bins in the last picture are all filled with clothes. We've still got a crib and a changing table coming as well. A very heartfelt thank you to everyone who offered and contributed. God bless you all.
Yesterday we looked at a young princess meeting her contemporaries for the first time. Today, we watch a young boy transform from a Padawan into a Jedi. (If you don't get the end of that sentence, I'm sorry. The rest won't make sense either. Read about it here, catch up, and come back. )
He found it hard to contain his excitement as we traversed mighty distances to accomplish our goal.
He thought long and hard about how he was going to get there.
Oh, and he had ice cream too.
Finally, with his intrepid assistant in tow, he came to the foot of the...er...well, it's an AT-AT. Jeez, watch a movie people!
There were droids there to assist him on his journey as well.
And some fish-headed things. (Yes, I know they are called Mon Calamari. I'm fully geeked out here.)
(Fake) guns blazing, he couldn't wait to get in to see his objective.
First in line, he used the Force to open the doors for everyone.
--INSERT PAUSE--
OK, here is where I stop and tell you that I couldn't take pictures of the inside of the ride. Why? Because they say no flash photography on the ride. They even had a video of someone flashing a camera in a Wookiee's face, and he seemed none too pleased by it. Seeing as how I'm partial to retaining my arms, I figured I would toe the company line.
--END PAUSE--
We finished our trip to Endor and went out into the gift shop giant sucking sound of my wallet exit area, where both he and his assistant were transformed into fearsome bounty hunters.
It was a good day.
This will be what we look like August 15th when the new Star Wars movie hits the theater. It's fun having a boy who loves Star Wars, at least for me.
We went to Walt Disney World back in December last year. Ashlee had been looking forward to meeting the various princesses while we were there and she got her chance. Don't worry, I'll cover Alex later.
These photos were taken at the Akershus Royal Banquet Hall at breakfast one morning. Click to enlarge.
Ashlee with Snow White (She actually had the voice too. It must have killed her throat talking like that all morning.)
Ashlee and Jasmine (None of us really responded when she walked up to the table, so she was in and out pretty quick.)
Ashlee and Aurora (Her favorite princess, Ashlee bought a little $3 ring the day before that she had to show Aurora.)
Ashlee and Mulan (This interaction almost made her change her mind the next day. More on that later.)
Ashlee and Belle (The first one was just too cute. She got other pictures taken with Belle, but I have to scan those.)
She also saw Belle and Aurora while we walking through Epcot. Not to break the magic, but Belle is the same on both days. Aurora was two different people.
Oh, and Alex didn't really want to be there. He kept moving away from everyone.
Next, I'll post some pictures of Ashlee acting like a princess one night at Downtown Disney.
What is freedom? One definition of freedom given by the American Heritage Dictionary is "Liberty of the person from slavery, detention, or oppression." This provides good insight into how we typically view freedom, but are we all really free? I'm not owned by anyone, so I don't fit the description of slave. I'm not in jail, so I'm free of detention. I'm of the firm belief that nobody can oppress you unless you allow them to, so that doesn't fit me either. What is true freedom?
In the book "Finding Serenity
", there is an article titled "Serenity and Bobby McGee: Freedom and the Illusion of Freedom in Joss Whedon's Firefly". The author, Mercedes Lackey, talks about how while we can assume we are free, many times we are simply choosing not to view the bars that contain us. What she says is quite true in today's modern age. While we in the United States say that we have freedom of speech, we aren't truly free to say whatever we want. Many times we cage ourselves from saying something because it could hurt another's feelings, or it would be inappropriate in some manner. Our personal freedom is held in check by the various unwritten societal rules that are commonly accepted. Some of those rules are good, some are not so good.
As Christians, are we free? God allows us free will to choose Him or reject him, none of us are forced into belief. The redemption that we receive through Christ's death on the cross is a free gift, but how many of us feel that we have to work for it? So often, the various Christian denominations say that we have a free gift, but then hold to the legalism that reduces their congregations to self-loathing piles of mush. We can't have it both ways. Are we actually free to be who God wants us to be or are the rules imposed on us by our Christian societal norms the like the bars of that cage?
A few years ago (12, to be exact) I was attending a Bible college in north central Texas. I was taking a class about the letters Paul wrote while in prison and one day, a discussion of grace began. One student asked the professor a hypothetical question. What if there was a man who had never sinned in his life, but at the time of the second coming of Christ, this man was engaged in extramarital sex? What would happen to the man? The professor and a couple of the students chimed in and said that since he was sinning, he would not be raptured. (FYI - this discussion is about freedom and not about pre-, post-, or mid-tribulation, so keep that in mind) I asked why wouldn't he be, and was told that he was currently in sin. Thinking this was crazy, I replied back by asking what good was grace if it didn't cover us at our worst possible moments?
We have freedom from the depth of our depravity through the divine love of God and the sacrifice of Jesus. No longer are we bound to the material things of our society and our world, but we are given over to the spiritual freedom only Christ can give. 2 Corinthians 3:16-17 says "But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." God removes the bars of our cage and sets us free. Our only job is to refrain from taking advantage of that freedom and doing things that God has specifically spoken against.
Which takes us to the other extreme of freedom, those who feel like they can do absolutely anything because God has covered us with grace. Galatians 5:13 says "You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love." God specifically commands us to live by the Spirit, but not to give ourselves to our flesh. Since we are born of the Spirit we are no longer under the old law, but instead are covered by the forgiving grace of God.
So, what is freedom? Freedom is knowing that whatever happens in this life, we move on to the next one because of the sacrifice Christ made on that hill nearly 2,000 years ago. Freedom is understanding that we are no longer slaves to our past, but have been given a glorious hope for our future. Freedom is becoming like Paul who said in I Corinthians 9:19, "Though I am free and belong to no man, I make myself a slave to everyone, to win as many as possible." Freedom is allowing God to bend back the bars of our cage and letting us out into the open fields.
I've been tagged to produce this as part of a 123 meme. Here are the rules for this fun little bit of Internet foolishness:
- Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more (no cheating!)
- Find page 123
- Find the first five sentences
- Post the next three sentences
- Tag five people
So, the book that is nearest to me is "Christ and Culture" by H. Richard Neibuhr. It's really a great book, and it's taking me forever to get through it, mainly because it's written by a former Yale theology professor. Big words, long sentences, great thoughts. Here's the quote from the book, which is actually taken from Matthew 22:21 and Romans 13:1.
"Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's." "Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. ... The authorities are ministers of God."
Yes, it's four sentences. Call the Meme Police on me if you want.
This is part of Niebuhr's larger thought of Christ being above culture, of people trying to create a synthetic view between Christ and the culture around them. This synthetic view tries to take into account that while we are under Christ, we are part of our culture, and we must have complete "awareness of the dual nature of our law, our end, and our situation."
Actually, this page contains my favorite sentence in the book so far.
The New Testament contains no document that clearly express the synthetic view; but there are many statements in gospels and epistles which sound the motif or which can be interpreted, without violence to the text, as containing this solution of the Christ-and-culture problem. (emphasis mine)
That's great stuff. "Without violence to the text". How many authors do commit violence against the text of Scripture in order to make a point?
Wow. I got sidetracked. Here are my tags. Angie, Amy, Chris, LaShawn, and Patti.
(Updated: I left a sentence completely out. Need to work on my proofreading skills.)
(This was written a few months ago, but still relevant)
Are you ever sitting somewhere and you get an overwhelming sense of your own uselessness and futility? It comes like a wave crashing on the shore, pulling you out to the sea of depression in it's crippling undertow. We attempt to live in the light, to be that shining city on a hill. But there are parts of our souls that still hold on to the darkness, clutching to it like a child does to their mother. We hide our secrets, our shame, our impurities where we think nobody will ever see them. We're irrational this way, we think that we are being strong and that we can do it all alone. We don't want to burden others with our problems or be seen as weak. We think that it's such a minor thing that nobody will care anyway, that it is only a problem that we deal with but nobody else does. We convince ourselves that nobody else feels this way, so we keep it all bottled up inside. We wonder how anyone could love us in spite of ourselves.
Yet, somehow it happens. Somehow we find that someone cares, be it family, friends, pets, God, anyone. God is good to us that way. He sends us reminders of His grace in the smallest ways if we only pay attention. This week I was blessed twice in ways that I didn't anticipate or expect. In our home group we are studying Ephesians. One of the questions in the book this week was how do we see God's mercy and grace in our daily lives? I wrote down that God always seems to give us just enough to get by, no matter what the circumstances. Not 15 minutes after that, I was surprised by a gift from someone that will help immensely in the coming months. My first reaction was to say, "OK, God, are you telling me that I finally figured out what you've been trying to teach me?". It was a phenomenal moment for me in my life, and totally unexpected.
The fact is, through Jesus we have hope. Hope for a better tomorrow here on Earth and hope for eternity. We shouldn't expect our "best life now", we should our best life later, in eternity with God.
You know what started all this? I was thinking how I couldn't wait to get home to my kids and wrap them up in my arms. I wondered if they will be disappointed some day when they find out their dad isn't as magical as he seems, and doesn't have it all together all the time. That was merely the ripple in the water that started the onrush of waves. Strange how our minds work, isn't it?
4For when one says, "I follow Paul," and another, "I follow Apollos," are you not mere men? 5What, after all, is Apollos? And what is Paul? Only servants, through whom you came to believe—as the Lord has assigned to each his task. 6I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow. 7So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow.
I Corinthians 3:4-7
Who are your favorite authors? Mine right now are John Stott, H. Richard Neibuhr, Steve Farrar, and JK Rowling. Two of those you might be familiar with, two of those you probably aren't.
It seems that every time you walk into a Christian bookstore or the Christian section of one of the big chain stores, you find the same few authors. Joel Osteen, Joyce Meyer, Beth Moore, Max Lucado, John Piper, and a few others. Are they the only people who have insight that should be shared? Or are they the people who happened to get very popular, and so book sellers are only interested in putting their books on the shelves since they most likely have a sure-fire winner?
How many current books and music are only presented to us because the authors are popular? The business reason behind it is that their books and music sell, so the business makes money. But what about the Christian store that profits from the heretical? What have they really profited? Matthew 16:26 says "What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul?" Are we as a Christian body gaining the world through a better life or more prosperity, but at the same time losing our souls due to our shortsighted view of eternity?
Don't take this as though I'm flaming the people who are popular. Some have great insights into Scripture and really seem to be communicating a message that God is the center of. However, others are laying out plans for a selfish, me-centered Gospel, which is not what Jesus laid out for us. We don't want our best life now (yes, that's a shot at one of the authors), we pine for our best life in eternity, when we are no longer separated from God. Why should we embrace the fleeting moment of our fallen human life at the expense of the eternal life with God?
Who should we put our faith in? The person who plants and waters the seed, or the God who gives it the ability to grow? If Paul, being an apostle of Jesus Christ himself didn't consider himself to be anything, then why should we. Why should we put our faith in people, when we can put our faith in Him who created all of us?
Seems a pretty easy answer to me.
I would like to give the world a first glimpse at...
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Kaitlyn Nicole Ginn
Coming May 2008
What a wild couple of days. Mom and Dad left the hospital in Wellington about noon on Wednesday and went home. They seemed to be doing pretty well, but still really sore. Thursday morning they woke up with some difficulty breathing and in quite a bit of pain.
(begin rant)
So, we called Sumner County 911 at about 7 AM Thursday morning and asked them to transport them to Caldwell instead of Wellington. They told Dad that they would. I called them back a few minutes later to verify that they were taking them to Caldwell (mostly because that is where their doctor is) and the dispatcher said that they were, and she would contact the ambulance driver and tell them as well. Everything should be good, right?
Well, the ambulance gets there (bearing Wellington Fire/EMS on the side) and we ask them if they are taking us to Caldwell. The ambulance driver says no, they can't take them to Caldwell, they have to take them to Wellington. This does not make any of us happy and we end up loading both of my parents into my truck and I take them to Caldwell, something which could have been done 30 minutes earlier.
This doesn't make any sense to me that the dispatcher would send Wellington and not Caldwell. Why not? According to Google Maps, it's 18.8 miles and 34 minutes to drive from the Wellington EMS station to my parents house, then 19.5 miles and 36 minutes back to the Wellington hospital. Granted the ambulance will drive faster than the normal estimate, so let's say that the total travel time is 60 minutes instead of 70. Now, to get from the Caldwell hospital to my parent's house and back, it is 11.8 miles and 23 minutes each way. If I make the same deduction from Caldwell's travel time that I did from Wellington's, that means it takes 40 minutes to respond and return. Now let's add in 15 minutes for on-site care and loading, so here is what we have.
Wellington - 75 minutes
Caldwell - 55 minutes
A full 20 minute difference between the total response times for the two agencies. Now, this was not a life and death situation, but what if it had been? Those 20 minutes could be crucial. And why did the dispatcher tell me they would do something, but the ambulance told me they wouldn't? It is confusing and made me pretty upset. I know that my parents live in a rural area, but it doesn't make sense for Wellington to respond that far south.
(end rant)
So, here is the current injury tally on them. Dad has three fractured ribs, a bruised liver, possible bruised kidney, powder burns, and bruises all over his stomach and sides from the seat belt. Mom has bruised lungs, two torn-up knees (not sure about the extent of the damage yet) and a lot of external bruising. They'll recover, but it's going to take some time. I don't know how injured the other guy was, and I don't even know who it was. I pray that he's OK.
In case anyone is interested, here are some pictures of the vehicles. My parent's car is the gold Grand Marquis, and the blue Ranger was the other participant in their early morning bumper car excursion. Click on the pictures to embiggen.
When I got to work this morning, I was pretty pumped up. I had a
couple things on my to-do list that I really wanted to get cracking on,
and some general maintenance items on our office that needed to get
done. The day started out pretty well.
About 9:30 AM, my cell
phone rings. The caller ID on it shows that it's my Mom's cell phone.
She was having surgery today on her knee to try and fix some cartilage
tears and look at a ligament tear, so I figured it was her calling to
tell me how everything went, though I remember thinking that it must
have been an awfully quick surgery.
I pick up the phone and say
"Ya Ho Lord Helmet!" (Spaceballs reference, old family joke). I wasn't
expecting my mom's sister's voice to be the one that answered. She blew
off my now completely unfunny greeting and said, "Clay, your mom and
dad were in a car accident this morning. They're at the hospital, but
they're OK."
It's amazing that in that blink of a second
between "car accident" and "OK", numerous scenarios run through your
mind. You gird yourself for the worst possible sentence that could
follow, then feel an enormous amount of relief when it doesn't.
I
hang around the office for a bit, telling my boss what happened and
making sure it's OK to take off (and he graciously allowed me to,
further cementing my claim that I have the best employer in the world),
and generally tying up loose ends. Finally, about 11:30, I take off.
Fast
forward to about 7PM and we finally completed the drive from home to
childhood home. I haven't been in that hospital in years, and they
haven't changed much about it. Mom and Dad are pretty beat up. Dad has
powder burns on his chest from the airbags, along with a fair bit of
bruising and some breathing difficulties. Mom has powder burns on her
face, quite a bit of bruising (she bruises easily, always has), and two
swollen knees which I'm going to guess will both require surgery now.
They are both 66, so it may take a little bit of time to recover.
They took on a Ford Ranger with their Mercury Grand Marquis in a
head-on collision. A picture of the car actually made the front page of
the morning paper, which is amazing to me. I don't have a picture yet,
but I'll get some tomorrow when I go out there to get their personal
stuff out of the car. The car is absolutely trashed.
So, here I
sit at Mom's computer, pondering how thin the thread between life and
death is. What was seemingly a normal day, me at my desk, my wife and
kids having school, and my parents going to a doctor's visit, turned
into a small family emergency. Had the other car been going a little
faster, or hit them on the side instead of head-on, maybe I would be
typing an obituary to my parents, sitting in their house, surrounded by
their belongings. God watched over them today, and I'm thankful. I
looked at the call history on my phone earlier and saw my parents'
names and wondered what would happen if that call from them was the
last one.
They are still in the hospital, but should hopefully come home tomorrow. Your prayers are appreciated.
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