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    Festival Fun

    Yesterday M and I and our band performed at a lawn music festival in town, and it was hot and fun. Being in our band is a highlight of my life, and after we got home I stayed up late ordering a sound system of our very own even though it cost us a house project or two.

    But singing in the hot summer swelter wasn’t the only greatest part of my yesterday. Immediately after our set was up there was a “carry your spouse” race, with a first place prize of $20 to Cold Stone Creamery.

    M dashed up to me. “Let’s do it,” she said. We lined up with the other giggling couples.

    Did I want to win? You betcha. Unfortunately, ice cream, unlike perspective (as Hamlet says, “there is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so”), doesn’t qualify for magical mental to physical materialization.

    In the first race I charged around a sun shade tent and back to the finish line, cutting off competitors, M riding me like a jockey on a thundering steed. We landed in third place.

    Then the announcer said the top three needed to race again. I gasped for more air, took off, and we found ourselves into an easy second place, and then, in the last ten yards, pulled from a ten-feet lag to a tie for first place.

    “Maybe you two couples will just have to share the ice cream,” the announcer said. I didn’t hear who made the final call, though: the charging steeds were to now be the jockeys of their poor wives.

    Now, M didn’t have a chance, really. Never mind that her counterpart has a two-month-old baby and is shorter; her counterpart’s husband is much shorter and slimmer than me.

    The race host said, “Go!” and I hopped onto M’s back. She gasped and groaned loudly, then did a fabulous job of making second place look worthwhile, stumbling across the finish line under my two hundred pounds of ice cream loverness.

    Finally, there was one more greatest part of the day. When another band played “Twist and Shout,” N took to dancing in the muddy pool where she’d spent a large portion of the day. I was able to film just a snippet:

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    Shameless Commerce: Upcoming Review of Slow Cooker

    Once again CSN Stores has come to my rescue. On the very day our trusty crock pot bit the dust, the store, which sells twin beds (that link is required by them to activate the promo code that allows me to make the following “purchase”), requested my reviewing services once again.

    What could I do, but agree to review a Hamilton Beach 7 Qt. Slow Cooker? As soon as it arrives and we fire it up, I’ll let you know what happens…

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    One Way to Be Rich

    Alas, the many summer projects bouncing around in my brain’s possibilities department require money. So, as I said to a coworker at our end-of-the-year picnic Friday, “I’m trying to learn contentment.”
    “Yes,” he said. “There are two ways to be rich. One way is to have a lot of money, and the other is to be happy with what you have.”

    “If I’m ever rich,” I replied, “it will most likely be the latter kind.”

    I’m sure my bemoaning our financial status would strike most people in the world as completely ridiculous: I’m already rich, with a wonderful house to live in, met needs, and many met wants, not to mention the things I have that money can’t buy, like family and good health. Just look at our gardens:

    Are we wealthy? No doubt. These pictures don’t even show the berries patches or orchard.

    However, that global perspective gets clouded by more immediate Things I Want to Do: move the electric pole from the middle of our front yard ($1,500); replace our car with a minivan ($15,000); relocate our wood stove ($2,000), move our kitchen ($10,000); and the list goes on and on and on. And on. I doubt $100,000 would even take care of it–just for starters.

    I’ve always been this way. My favorite adolescent reading was Gander Mountain catalogs, and my parents had to maintain tight control over my paper route earnings. Their general rule of thumb was, “Think about it for a week, and then we’ll talk about it.”

    That took care of many of my ideas then, but now my desires lack neither longevity nor practicality. Maybe a week would have been enough time for me to forget about that little plastic audio mixer with a built-in mic and two tape decks for disc jockeying parties (which I never had, anyway), but now that our band is becoming established, my want for a sound system feels more grounded.

    All that said, the limiting factor of our cash flow means that our spending glacier is not threatened by global warming, and so moderation and contentment are more than ever necessary for the learning.

    Fortunately, as my dad told me my uncle says, there are always free projects to work on. So I’d better get busy.

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    Shameless Commerce: Broken Trowel Redemption

    Here’s the moral to the tale: When the going gets tough, stop calling yourself tough.

    Recently, after I wrote about a Corona eGrip transplanter that lasted for two thistles, I received comments and emails from a fabulous customer service person (see the post and followup comments here). It was great to be so well accommodated by a company willing to stand behind its products.

    Just yesterday the replacement transplanter arrived in the mail. Notice anything missing from the new tool’s red sticker?

    I’ve only used the new transplanter for one thistle so far–and it hasn’t yet broken.

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    Shameless Commerce: Review of the Hand Mixer, Part II

    You might remember part one of this review, in which I couldn’t write much because I hadn’t yet really used the Cuisineart Power Advantage 5-speed hand mixer provided to me by an online business that sells computer desks and tons more.

    But now I’ve used the mixer–and on tough chocolate chip cookie dough, at that. Check it out:

    Of course, I can’t speak for the mixer’s longevitability, and as the video shows it makes a pretty good whistle when it’s working hard, and when I tugged on the cord strap to put the whole deal away afterward I pulled it apart:

    But other than that, the mixer kicks ass! No expert advice required!

    PS. It’s tail cord joint swivels, too:

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    Sermonette: Blasphemy and Good News in Mark 3

    In Mark 3 Jesus brings up blasphemy, that “eternal sin,” as he calls it. This has always been troubling for me–eternal sin? Blasphemy may be more down-to-earth, though, than I thought before reading this chapter more closely. Maybe blasphemy is about the hard hearts of legalism, of doctrine, and of control. And it’s a fundamental problem when it comes to following Jesus.

    At the beginning of Mark 3, knowing that he is under scrutiny and that leaders are out to get him, Jesus rises to the occasion and yet again scores with yet another discussion opportunity for the people gathered round: “Is it lawful to do good or to do harm on the sabbath, to save life or to kill?” But the people around him, at least those who want to trip him up, won’t even engage in his conversation. They stonewall. Angered, Jesus heals the man. Apparently, doing good supersedes any inhibiting interpretations of the law.

    The hard heart of legalism must yield.

    Then. As Jesus responds to the needs of the crowds flocking toward his sensational healing powers, demons call out that he is the Son of God. But Jesus tells them to be quiet. Why? Does he not want his true identity to be known? Is he just too busy to get into a theological debate? Is the demonic “confession” that he is the Son of God actually a sly attempt to create doctrinal division so that hearts can be hardened and the good news and works of Jesus forgotten?

    The hard heart of doctrine must yield.

    After Jesus goes to the mountain and chooses his disciples, he returns home. When the crowds practically mob him, his family try to restrain him. They are probably thinking, “Jesus is going to get sick or killed, with all this work and debate swirling around him. He’s not even eating or resting!”

    However, instead of listening to his family, Jesus responds to some burning criticism, suggestions by some scribes in the crowd that he must have authority to cast out demons because he is in league with Satan. Jesus responds to this with a question: “How can Satan cast out Satan? If a kingdom is divided against itself,” he says, “it cannot stand.”

    It makes sense, right? That Jesus is not Satan? But I’m not sure that that’s all that Jesus is saying here. Maybe he is also implying that God’s kingdom can be divided, too–that the “strong man” whose house is plundered describes God’s kingdom, too.

    But that would mean that someone must be able to tie up God!

    What in the world could possibly bind God? Can God even tie a knot strong enough that God can’t break free from it? Nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate us from the love of God. Right?

    Wrong. Something can bind God so that the house of God can be plundered. We can. We can bind God.

    Jesus says, “Truly I tell you, people will be forgiven for their sins and whatever blasphemies they utter; but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit can never have forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin”–for they had said, “He has an unclean spirit.”

    What is blasphemy? Jesus said there are different kinds, some forgivable. The “eternal sin” kind of blasphemy to me sounds more like the dictionary definition “the crime of assuming to oneself the rights or qualities of God.” I would frame this as the crime of insisting on our own, personal authority to dismiss God’s abilities or God’s messenger–the Holy Spirit–as irrelevant or even unclean, as way beneath our own, clean status.

    Blasphemy, then, is getting in the way of the Holy Spirit’s work–and of course that, as Jesus says, is an eternal sin. It binds God into our eternal separation from God.

    How do we bind God? Through hard hearts of legalism? Through hard hearts of doctrinal supremacy?

    What about the hard hearts of control?

    Near the end of Mark 3, Jesus again resists distraction from his calling. This time the distraction comes from his family, who say, “Hey! You’re ours! Come home!” Maybe they are concerned about Jesus. Maybe they are embarrassed by him. Maybe they just want to show him that as their son and brother he must be accountable to them.

    Now, I’m all for looking out for family–and so was Jesus, who condemned acts of charity to the detriment of one’s relations. But no one–related to us or not–can legitimately control the Holy Spirit’s direction. The breath of God will make it windy where it will. For anyone to even try to corral that spirit is blasphemy.

    The hard heart of control must yield.

    One more thought about blasphemy. Jesus called blasphemy against the Holy Spirit “eternal.” But maybe his “eternal” does not mean “forever.” I like to think of it as perpetual–for as long as we continue it. If it is ongoing, it is eternal. When we end it, however, it ends. We can stop resisting the Holy Spirit and once again join with God.

    In a sense, I suspect that Jesus feels in Mark 3 that he is constantly dealing with blasphemy. He is continually up against the hardness of hearts. This hardness of hearts would choose legalism over healing, would insist on theological debate rather than true discipleship, and would attempt control instead of obedience.

    Confronting our own ways of blaspheming against the Holy Spirit is hugely consequential to our lives as followers of Jesus, because the good news in Mark 3 hinges on our openness to the Holy Spirit.

    The good news is that Jesus welcomes us; he includes in his family all people who do his will.

    But this will is not dictated to us through laws or doctrine. In Jesus’ kindgom, legalism, doctrinal infallibility, and human directives become less–and the quiet guidance of the Holy Spirit becomes integral.

    “Whoever,” Jesus says, “does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother.”

    “Whoever,” Jesus says, “does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother.”

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    First Trio

    This afternoon when N sang “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” M and I joined in. We sang it again and again–in three-part harmony.

    Sweet.