For her birthday present, the Templetons took Tanzen out horseback riding. Now she wants to buy one.
There is a phrase some Spanish children hear all the time in school, “¿Estás en Babia?” It is our equivalent of, “Are you daydreaming?”
“To be in Babia” became an easy way to describe someone who was someplace else mentally. The phrase goes back to the kings and queens of Spain when they would leave their castles and political responsibilities and head for the mountains. They would disconnect in the silence of nature. Babia is a comarca (larger than our counties, but smaller than our states) in the northern mountains of Spain, about an hour and a half north of us.
We visited for a few days, wanting to escape and “estar en Babia.”
I had worked for many years with rickety logic: religious busyness is the same thing as spiritual maturity. The more you do, the more you love Jesus. I’d never have put it this tactlessly. But it was the air I breathed, the water I drank. It was an undisclosed and unexamined conviction that drove and colored everything I did. But I started to notice that religious busyness tends to make those of us caught up in it not deeper, wiser, kinder, but more shrill, more opinionated, more judgmental.
One of the many interesting thoughts from Wilde, Oscar. The Picture of Dorian Gray
“You are a sceptic.” “Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith.”
I greatly appreciated my first time reading through this book. There are many things to disagree with, but his presentation of guilt is not one of them. This is a powerful story of the death of the soul in the secret life.
From Reynolds, Rebecca K. Courage, Dear Heart: Letters to a Weary World
God never meant for the Christian life to be one bright day of salvation followed by four decades of pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps, trying harder to be better.
There is a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance…
Today we do both! It is our annual Celebrate Life Day and it is full of tears and laughter. We thank our good and gracious God for another year to walk beneath this sun. Each March 10th is a reminder to us to both squeeze all we can out of this fleeting life, and also to hold our very existence loosely for it is a vapor.
The finite nature of our life reminds us we are fragile, and the lovingkindness of our God reminds us that we are safe. Weep and laugh. Mourn and dance.
Here are some photos of our valley in the fog and frost which move in during the winter.
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That summarizes fairly well where we are at in the adoption process. All of our paperwork was sent in at the end of the summer. Now all there is to do is wait for the government offices to make a match with our family. Our adoption agency has kept us informed on how things are moving (or not moving), and we continue to pray for the child that God will bring into our family. Thank you for praying with us!
Instead of looking at books and pictures about the New Testament I looked at the New Testament. There I found an account, not in the least of a person with his hair parted in the middle or his hands clasped in appeal, but of an extraordinary being with lips of thunder and acts of lurid decision, flinging down tables, casting out devils, passing with the wild secrecy of the wind from mountain isolation to a sort of dreadful demagogy; a being who often acted like an angry god—and always like a god. Christ had even a literary style of his own, not to be found, I think, elsewhere; it consists of an almost furious use of the a fortiori. His “how much more” is piled one upon another like castle upon castle in the clouds. The diction used about Christ has been, and perhaps wisely, sweet and submissive. But the diction used by Christ is quite curiously gigantesque; it is full of camels leaping through needles and mountains hurled into the sea. Morally it is equally terrific; he called himself a sword of slaughter, and told men to buy swords if they sold their coats for them. That he used other even wilder words on the side of nonresistance greatly increases the mystery; but it also, if anything, rather increases the violence. We cannot even explain it by calling such a being insane; for insanity is usually along one consistent channel. The maniac is generally a monomaniac. Here we must remember the difficult definition of Christianity already given; Christianity is a superhuman paradox whereby two opposite passions may blaze beside each other. The one explanation of the Gospel language that does explain it, is that it is the survey of one who from some supernatural height beholds some more startling synthesis.
For our twelve year anniversary we took a short trip to Gijón, a city 2 1/2 hours north of us. We had beautiful weather and greatly enjoyed the landscape! If you would like to see more photos, click here.