tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36914026.post5567526400725042921..comments2023-10-10T11:18:58.072-05:00Comments on The Krum Church: Christy Thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16264749319255974812noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36914026.post-45191848996926497722009-02-19T22:30:00.000-06:002009-02-19T22:30:00.000-06:00Pastor Christy, Thanks for the guacamole! I final...Pastor Christy, Thanks for the guacamole! I finally had the opportunity to read the my last four weeks of the Krum Star, including this article. Just as I was finishing up this evening, my young daughter needed Mama. As I was helping her, encouraging her to pracice cello, then seeing her thorugh her bedtime routine, I began to notice various signs of dirt, decomposing leaves, and old hay in and amongst her clothing. My attention was really peaked when I happened feel some material of more substance than cloth in the hood of her pullover she'd worn to school all day. Hmm... I had a peek in, and discovered not a small amount of dirt! "Quick, to the back porch, now," as if ten more minutes were going to make a difference. She'd already been in the car and the house for hours with this dirt in this sweatshirt. Anyway, out we went, and out we dumped a full cup of dirt from her hood onto the back porch. Then came time for laundry. The jeans from today at school were unusually full of decomposing leaves, as was the rest of her clothing, leaving quite the trail on the bathroom floor, before I finally said, "What is all of that?" To which she proudly announced that she and her best friend at school had taken turns burying each other under four-month-old hay, now much mixed with dirt and all of the leaves remaining from the thick fall foliage of her schoolyard. Aha! "And why, pray tell were you taking turns burying each other in the dirt?" "It wasn't dirt, Mama, it was hay." "Yes, but your clothes are dirty and leaving messes all over my h..." "Mama, it's not nice to interrupt me [full stop and glare from six year old child]. I was quiet and waited for her to continue. "It was hay from last October, when we had the fall pumpkins and hay set up outside at school." "Oh, I see." Well, I cannot quite understand why that is so fun, or maybe, yes, I can. And one thing I know... she and her friend are certainly not tame! But they are good! And they were having good, healthy fun! "Did you eat any dirt?" I asked. "No, Mama." Oh, well, no worms or dirt this time, then, I thought to myself. Guess the New York Times will just have to go on without us, because we aren't eating dirt today, just swimming in it. Thanks, Pastor Christy, for this food for thought, for my evening with my child. +peace, Janice HeidlbergerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36914026.post-89551375465707161352009-01-30T20:47:00.000-06:002009-01-30T20:47:00.000-06:00Wish you were on staff at the school where I work....Wish you were on staff at the school where I work. You have such wonderful thoughts and suggestions for a more complete life in Christ. <BR/>I definitely work in a place that is by no means tame.<BR/>In fact I'd say that wild is a much better description of it. We fondly call it controlled chaos. Meaning that what seems like out of control is really working and lives are being changed each and every day. <BR/>We also like to say that what doesn't kill us will just make us stronger and wiser.<BR/>Ironically the ones we serve come to us, to add some kind of order or tameness to their lives.<BR/>Funny how too much order (tameness) is bad, but not enough can ruin a life just as easily. <BR/>It takes time, but most students I work with come to see the value of some kind of order to their lives.<BR/>This does not mean they are tame by any stretch of the imagination. It just means that they now have direction where there was once none.<BR/><BR/>Yes, I think you'd be a wonderful addition to our staff both as a teacher and a minister.<BR/>You know where I work, so I will not post the name.<BR/><BR/>Again, great thoughts. Thank you for sharing with us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36914026.post-92225935474992569722009-01-30T12:41:00.000-06:002009-01-30T12:41:00.000-06:00Obession with taming our envirnment has created th...Obession with taming our envirnment has created the "super germs" that we are now dealing with. I have never lived a tame life but it also was not always dedicated to GOD. He in fact used my living on the edge to make His presence and plans known to me. I agree that living in timidity is not what GOD would call an abundant life but any life truly dedicated to God will never be tame. Thank you for this post!Sapiencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11654324811967983385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36914026.post-56262372146669812892009-01-28T15:54:00.000-06:002009-01-28T15:54:00.000-06:00I really like this. Thanks.I really like this. Thanks.Southern Dreaminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15166289357881326945noreply@blogger.com