A warm and safe place

I am writing this sitting at a local Panera Bread, enjoying the warm fire and a quick bowl of soup while waiting to go to m next meeting. Right now Richmond is going through a cold spell – which I love, I adore cold weather – and the fireplace as well as the soup feel especially cozy today. Of course I am grateful for this provision – there a too many people, both here in Richmond as well as around the world, who do not have this safety and warmth – but it also made me realize how much this sits at the foundation of who we are as human beings. We want to belong, we want a place of warmth, we long for a place of safety. And of course Panera is a superficial expression of all this, but still.

If you are lucky enough to have this warmth and safety and provision in your life this Christmas season, please consider making a donation to your local Foodbank or homeless shelter. To provide a tiny bit of warmth and safety for someone less fortunate than you.

Pictures from Christmas in July: http://ping.fm/PCVKu

Dogs

We have three dogs (all rescues): Snowball, a lab-chow mix; Cooper, a lab-golden retriever mix; and Foster, a beagle-basset hound mix. And the longer we live together, the more I realize that they, truly, *are* (wo)man’s best friend. My hubby has been traveling a fair bit these past six months and while the dogs always are vigilant, they get more protective when Chris is not there: they surround me when I sleep (or am trying to go to sleep), making sure they are all touching me, and one of them, Cooper, makes sure he is facing the door. When I have a rare very bad pain day (I deal with fairly severe chronic pain), Cooper will often refuse to go outside in the morning until I can get out of bed (even if that is not until early afternoon) and he will stay with me every second.

Snowball has had two litters of puppies in her life, and even though the last litter is almost ten years ago, she has always remained a “momma-dog”, mothering – or trying to – baby animals (kittens, birds, puppies), baby humans, and taking care of her Vrouwtje and Baasje (the affectionate term for mistress/master, doggie mom/dad in Dutch).

And Foster…. Foster shows us how to live life with abandon. He is a little engineer, super intelligent, figures new things out continually, and is one of the smartest dogs I have ever been around. He is also supremely sweet though – when my dad passed away three years ago I got the word in a 7 am phone call when Chris was not home (he was on his way to the airport for a work trip and fortunately was able to turn around and come back home). I sat on the edge of our bed and cried. Pa’s death was not unexpected – he had been battling cancer for four years – but I and we did not expect it *then*, and I felt like something massive had just hit me. Snowball and Cooper took up their places at the foot of the bed, forming a hedge that anyone who would want to approach me would have to go through first. And my little bagel-dog, as we call him affectionately (bagel = beagle+basset…. in case you were wondering:)), quietly walked up to the bed, jumped on it, settled in next to me and put his head on my chest. And sat there for half an hour, occasionally giving me a small lick.

Our dogs are not people, but they sure are part of our family. So…. a few pictures:

a perfect day

Earlier today we led worship at a church here in Richmond that a friend of ours pastors – Walnut Grove Baptist Church – and it was an absolutely wonderful time. Long-time friends of ours who had been a part of Offering back in its early years have recently moved back to Richmond and they played this morning (Donna keyboards, Darrell bass) and that was pure joy. They brought a new drummer with them, Danny, who played as if he had been with us for years, and the end result was a wonderful, inspired worship time, and a relaxed playing time with the Northstar Community afterwards. Then we went out to Noodles & Company and had a yummy and relaxed lunch with everyone, and now I am taking a few minutes and catching up with email and this blog at Starbucks.

Sometime life is a struggle, and sometimes things just run smooth and seem easy – and today, so far, has been one of the easy days. Thank you, God, for that grace!

Christmas in July

I spent this past weekend singing Christmas carols in 97 degree weather – crazy, huh? Actually, it’s a yearly Christmas music marathon concert/food drive our band organizes and plays at, and we have discovered singing Christmas songs in July is even more fun than singing them in December! We collected close to 5,000 lbs of canned goods/meals to benefit the Central Virginia Foodbank – and had a fantastic time doing it!

Offering and The Taters during their joint set at the end of the day

Offering and The Taters during their joint set at the end of the day

Jeanine interviewing Rich from the Central Virginia Foodbank

Jeanine interviewing Rich from the Central Virginia Foodbank

Ryan from Radio Disney talking to Santa!

Ryan from Radio Disney talking to Santa!

mom finds son on myspace

I am not the biggest MySpace fan – I mean, I have a profile, and my band has a profile, but I just like Facebook better these days: more personal, more community-focused, less spam. But I did just find a great little story online: Mom finds son on MySpace after she gave him up for adoption 32 years ago. And you know, it makes me feel a little more warm-hearted towards MySpace.

kids these days….

…. can be pretty amazing. I work with students at Thomas Dale High School in Chester, helping them organize an annual benefit concert called the Rock 4 Life concert. The students help choose the cause, organize the concert, create arrangements for string orchestra and a band (ours), create artwork, advertise and publicize the concert, you name it…. they take care of it. Last week they had to do a writing assignment for one of their other classes and I had them write a blog entry about world hunger and Rock 4 Life.

Here are some of the things they wrote:

“Have you ever actually thought of a world where hunger is no longer an issue?” – T.J. Kipp

“Why would we want to put anyone through the pain and debilitating worry about when, or even if, their next meal will be? Help them. Help us. Help the world.” – Lizzy Shearer

“Imagine this. A young child, no older than the age of 9, sitting on the side of the road looking for food so that he may survive. His body thin and frail, like even the smallest amount of pressure would break him. Not far away from the child, a buzzard sits and waits for his next possible meal as if predicting that the boy isn’t going to make it. There’s a high chance that the bird got its meal, because that child was malnourished and could not go on any longer…… Count to yourself about 3.6 seconds… Someone in the world just died from starvation.” – Alex Henshaw

“A common misconception about hunger is that the problem is too big to handle. At first, that’s what I thought, too. I was intimidated by the statistics like how well over 800,000,000 people are undernourished and more than 25,000 die of hunger daily. In truth, these numbers should be overwhelming because there is something completely off about this whole situation. How is it that so many lives are lost because of malnourishment across the globe while there are over a BILLION overweight people in the world, about 400,000 of them obese? Why is it that over $100,000,000 of food purchased by households in America is thrown away?” – Helen Jones

“You want to know what makes me mad? And I mean gut-feeling, make-you-wanna-cry, fire-in-your-belly angry. It’s the fact that there is enough food in the whole world to feed everyone, but over 25,000 people die of hunger every day. And in the poorest nations that have the hungriest people, 90% of crops are exported to wealthier nations like ours.” – Rebecca Disney

“More of us need to learn to listen. Listen to the cries for help. More importantly, listen to what you can do about it…. Can you afford to help? Before you answer that, listen to your heart. Can you afford not to?” – Jonathan Warren

I will post some of their entries in their entirety in the coming weeks. For now, I love the passion I see in these high school students – it gives me hope for our collective future.