Opportunity Knocks

re-posting from 2010

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.” – Revelation 3:20 

Kids in costumes can be cute, yes. But Halloween really can be annoying.

I have many fun childhood memories of Halloween. As an adult, though, I’ve never really been a fan of the day and all the scary, gross stuff that comes with it. I especially dislike all the scary, gross stuff invading the aisles of nearly every store I frequent. Unexpectedly bumping into creepy, bloody costumes and decorations tends to wig out my kids while we are shopping. And isn’t the world dark and scary enough already? Must our culture go to such lengths to delight in fear?

In our small-town neighborhood, more than a hundred trick-or-treaters come knocking on our door every year. They come early and they come often.  It’s a lot of candy. It’s a lot of door-answering. It’s a lot of scary costumes! Sometimes my daughters get spooked, run away and hide.

Every year I’m tempted to be annoyed by Halloween. I’m not spooked, but I am tempted to run away and hide myself. I’m tempted to buy no candy, turn off all the lights and pretend to be gone. It’d probably be easier to hide. It’d be cheaper for sure.

But then I am reminded to make the most of every opportunity.

Ephesians 5: 15-17 says, “Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.”

How often do we have 100 kids knocking expectantly on our door? Would I be foolish to run away and hide? What is the Lord’s will on Oct. 31?

It’s the same as any other day: Love God and love your neighbor.

Neighbor. Oh, the very word reminds me of all those unique little faces that come knocking on the door — some sweet, some scary, some goofy, some painted, some masked, some friendly, and some unfamiliar. Each one is my neighbor. Behind every mask and under every hat, wig and cape is a person God created, a person God loves — and most importantly — a person God calls me to love as I love myself.

Galatians 5:14 says, “The entire law is summed up in a single command: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ “

What’s more, in Acts 26:17, when the Lord first speaks to Paul (then Saul) on the road to Damascus and calls him to be a missionary, He says, “…I am sending you to them to open their eyes and turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan to God, so that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith in me.’ “

So the Lord’s will is that I use this day, this opportunity, to love my neighbor and to fight fear with faith by shining God’s light into a dark world.

But how exactly?

Well, this is how is looks in our family this year. We offer candy to satisfy the neighbor’s sweet tooth, but we also offer the One who can forgive their sins and satisfy them with His unfailing love.

We turn on all the lights. We let the kids dress up in innocent costumes. We encourage them be friendly and kind to our neighbors. We answer each knock. We give out candy. We give out Christian tracks. And later we pray for each child — big or small — who came knocking. We pray that they read the little books we gave them. We pray that they hear the voice of the Savior as He knocks at their doors. And we pray that they open the door and let Him in.

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.” – Revelation 3:20 

5 Foods I Love in the Fall

It’s Friday! Here are my 5 favorite fall foods. Just because.

1. homemade apple pie, made from freshly picked Harlson apples and all the cinnamon you can find in a 5-mile radius…

…and made-from-scratch pie crust, mostly because I have an affinity for eating raw pie dough. It’s a strange disorder I inherited.

And now I’m gladly passing it along to my children.

We save enough dough to make the actual pie. Usually.

Mmmmm. Can you smell the cinnamon?

2. Honeycrisp apples — so sweet, so juicy, so uniquely Minnesotan!

3. Candy corn — and those cute little candy pumpkins. Yum!

4. Chex Mix — salty, crunchy, and nearly as addictive as candy corn!

5. “Simply Apple” apple juice — a new discovery this year. I don’t even like regular apple juice, but this is more like cider — only pasteurized. It is so delicious!

Here’s the recipe I use for made-from-scratch pie crust, which rolls out wonderfully when sandwiched between two sheets of generously floured wax paper, and it makes a deliciously flaky crust for nearly any pie.

Pie Crust

2 cups flour

2/3 cup shortening

1 tsp. salt

5-6 tablespoons ice water

Combine dry ingredients and use pastry cutter to mix. Add water and use fork to blend. Makes shell and top.

Fruit So Sweet

 

“September brings the fruit so sweet,

Apples ripe from summer heat.”

-from “The Year” by Sara Coleridge

Apples ahead!

Excitement mounts.

Pigtails race.

Arms outstretch.

Hands gather.

Apples shine.

Hands treasure.

Mouth savors.

Fruit so sweet.

Favorite Warm-Weather Recipes

It’s prime time to dig out those recipes that our family enjoys during the warmer months. And why not start with dessert first?

cranking homemade ice cream by hand

Here’s the recipe* we use in our Old Fashioned Ice Cream Freezer to make homemade vanilla ice cream:

3¼ cup granulated sugar

2 tblsp. cornstarch

½ tsp. salt

1½ tblsp. vanilla

7 cups milk (I use whole milk)

5 eggs, beaten

2¾ cups heavy cream

1½ cups half and half

Mix the sugar, cornstarch and salt in a large saucepan. Over medium heat, slowly stir in the milk, stirring constantly. Very slowly, add the beaten eggs and continue to stir. (I usually dip out some of the warm milk mixture and mix it with the beaten eggs and then add them in slowly — to keep them from cooking too fast.) Reduce heat to low and cook until mixture thickens slightly. Slowly add vanilla, half and half, and heavy cream. Pour into a large glass bowl and refrigerate for 2 to 4 hours or until mixture has chilled. Remove from refrigerator. Pour mixture into the mixing canister and follow directions for your specific ice cream freezer.

*Note: In my opinion, homemade ice cream is only truly homemade when cranked by hand outside! In my family, freezers with an electric crank are considered cheating, especially when done in the kitchen sink! And you can tell my in-laws I said that!

By the way, the ice cream is even better when served with these chocolate cupcakes.

Because I Love Sweet Tea

Someone once said that you know you’re from Oklahoma if you started drinking iced tea before your second birthday. Uh, that’d be me for sure! I just love this new video by Anita Renfroe!

The Christmas Story

Our whole family participated in the children’s Christmas program at our church last Sunday. It was a lot of work and a lot of fun, but we are all glad it is over! Whew!

Linnea played the part of the youngest daughter in the family. She had seven lines, and she was quite a convincing little actress! I played the part of the mom. A real stretch, I know. I was glad I only had three lines!

Laurel performed several songs as part of the children’s choir.

And Michael performed three songs as a caroler and as part of a trio.

You can check out more photos of the dress rehearsal simply by hopping over to our church’s blog. Enjoy!

Home for Christmas

Home. They say it’s where your story begins. And they say there’s really no place like it.

Last month we visited the only place that I called “home” the first 22 years of my life. It’s the red-brick house my parents brought me home to as a newborn. In the pink bedroom, I shared a bed with all my dolls and listened to the whippoorwills and lonesome train whistles crying in the distance. In the cozy den, I listened to Mama play John Denver songs on the piano. In the backyard, I learned to swing and ride a bike and dig in the dirt. In the front yard, I played cars and trucks and cowboys and Indians with my brother. On the front porch, Daddy let me sit on the bucket as he cranked homemade ice cream on hot summer evenings. In the paved car port, I roller-skated with my headphones blaring Madonna tunes. In the kitchen, Mama let me lick the chocolate icing off the beaters, and Daddy shared his Dr. Pepper breaks with me. And through the big picture window, I often gazed dreamily, wondering about the future and waiting for the next package or the next visitor or the next season or just the next bus ride to school.

So last week, as we drove slowly down West 27th Street, I gazed dreamily at that red-brick house perched on two-and-a-half wooded acres bordering Lake Keystone. It had changed. In the front yard, many of the blackjack oak trees my brother and I played under were gone. Only their stumps remained. In the backyard, someone else’s swing set was placed closer to the patio than mine had been. And all around the house, new windows with white trim had replaced the old ones with brown trim. Even the big picture window overlooking the front yard was new and improved.

All those alterations seem subtle, though, when I consider how my view of home has changed since moving away from Oklahoma 12 years ago. Often, I’ve been confused. Is home where I grew up? Is home where my family is? Is home where I live now? Is home where my children grow up? Is home where everyone knows my name? Is home where I celebrate Christmas? Where is home exactly?

As a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom, I spend a lot of time at our home here in Minnesota. Linnea and Laurel do, too. For us, home is more than a house to sleep in. It’s a comfortable place to grow and learn and worship and play and eat and rest and entertain. And I love it here; I really do. I love the memories we are making as our daughters twirl around these rooms on their tiptoes, making music with piano keys, guitar strings, made-up songs and girly giggles. I am so blessed to be home with them, teaching them and making this a soft place for Michael to land when his work day ends.

Yet my heart still longs for home. I am still wondering about the future and waiting for what’s next. These days the Bible is the big picture window through which I gaze heavenward. The Bible says none of us are truly home anywhere on this earth because God has called us heavenward in Christ Jesus.

“But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ…” -Philippians 3:20

Heaven is home. Jesus is from there, and He’s back there now preparing a place for us, just as He says in John 14:1-3:

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”

Home is where Jesus is. And He’s busy preparing a place for me because my citizenship is in heaven. I’m just passing through Minnesota. How should I respond to that truth? Shouldn’t I set my mind on things above? Shouldn’t I prepare room in my heart for Jesus? Shouldn’t I trust Him with all of my heart?

Someday we’ll be together in heaven. But in the meantime, if Jesus is in my heart, then my heart is at home no matter where this earthly body roams. And no matter where you roam, we pray your heart may also be home in Christ Jesus this Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

No Ho-Ho-Ho

This is probably going to really offend some folks, but I have a confession to make. I’m not a fan of Santa Claus. 

I know. I know. Please don’t get me wrong; I like the true story of Saint Nicholas. But the whole jolly ole’ man in a red suit, North Pole toy factory, elf thing, I just don’t care for it much. And it’s not because I didn’t grow up with Santa. My parents did Santa. It was a serious tradition in our house. They even jingled bells on Christmas Eve to convince my brother and me it was time for bed because Santa was landing on the roof!  

I remember believing in the magical ideas and feeling very excited about Santa as a small child, so much so that I didn’t understand the true, miraculous Christmas story. I sang “Away in a Manger” with my Kindergarten class at school, and I had no idea who or what I was singing about. Sad, isn’t it?

But that is just why I don’t like Santa. The Santa tradition can completely distract us from the true meaning of Christmas — Jesus’s miraculous birth. Plus, Santa himself takes on some creepy characteristics, sneaking into homes, watching to see whether you’re naughty or nice, judging you on your behavior, and encouraging greediness. (My kids don’t need any help with that!)

This piece on Santa Claus, written by Noel Piper, articulates my thoughts almost exactly, plus some aspects of Santa I’d never before considered.

http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/2141_thinking_about_santa/

What do you think? Are you a die-hard Santa fan? Or do you think he’s a distraction from the true meaning of Christmas?

Christmas Favorites

One week until Christmas, and everything is feeling quite festive here. We’ve set aside the school books for now and are focusing on reading our Christmas favorites and doing ornament crafts. Michael even helped the girls build a ginger bread house a couple nights ago!

Snow globes are Laurel’s Christmas favorite this year, along with candy canes. She just can’t get enough candy canes!

Linnea’s Christmas favorites are my homemade hot rolls and the Nutcracker. Actually both girls are quite fond of anything related to the Nutcracker. It all started last winter when Macy’s Department Store in Minneapolis had a special Christmas display of the Nutcracker. They make a pretty big deal out of their Christmas displays, and it certainly captured the girls’ imaginations. For the longest time, Laurel associated any trip to Minneapolis with the Nutcracker. Even in July, she’d ask if we were going to see the Nutcracker while downtown. It sounded so ridiculous but made perfect sense to her.

Last spring when we signed up with the homeschooling group, I saw that tickets were available for the “Swinging Nutcracker” at Orchestra Hall, so I had to buy them! On Dec. 5 the three of us girls attended the much-anticipated performance with a big homeschooler crowd. We sat in the second row, and the girls were awestruck by the ballerinas and the 95-piece symphony orchestra. It was a lovely production. It felt like it ended entirely too soon. (I’ve seen the full-length ballet twice, so this hour-long performance left me wanting more!) Afterward we met Michael for lunch at Macaroni Grill and then the girls each picked out a Nutcracker at Michael’s craft store.

The next morning we made a frigid trek to get the Christmas tree. It was a bitter cold and windy morning to be outside so long. The temperature was about 15, so we all layered on the snowpants and snow gear. We found a nice tree rather quickly and loaded back onto the tractor-drawn wagon to return to the warm-up area. 

The warm-up area at Z’s Trees (http://www.Zstrees.com) offers free hot apple cider and free peanuts in the shell. Laurel was so hungry and excited that she popped a whole peanut — shell and all — into her mouth and started chewing. I don’t know how long she’d been chewing it when I noticed the puzzled look in her eyes and figured out what was going on in that little mouth of hers. She didn’t need too much prompting to spit the mess out and eat one of the nuts I had cracked for her. Linnea right away made the connection with her new Nutcracker at home and stashed some peanuts to bring home and crack.

Once we recovered from the cold and got the tree home, decorating was a hoot. Both girls totally got in on the action. This was a first for Laurel because last year she was completed distracted by playing with a calculator and somehow missed most of the tree decorating!

After the tree, we set up the nativity, and then Linnea and Laurel spent all their free time playing with it. You can’t imagine all the unconventional visitors baby Jesus has had! Princesses, snowmen, you name it. And all of them evidently have to take naps during their visit. One evening I noticed all the people in the nativity set (plus unconventional visitors) lying down and covered up with little tissue paper blankets. I should have taken a picture! It was priceless.

Tonight while I finished stuffing Christmas letters into envelopes, we watched the “Celtic Woman Christmas” DVD. The girls love the Celtic Women http://www.celticwoman.com/. Laurel watches a few songs and then dashes off to her room to grab a big, fancy dress-up gown of her own. She dances around the living room and tries to sing all the songs at the top of her lungs. Linnea, meanwhile, is fascinated with the violinist on Celtic Woman. She pretends to hold a violin and bow and fiddles along to the music. She sings, too.

This Sunday Linnea will be singing as a choir member in the Christmas production at our church. It is a children’s musical called “A Christmas Carol,” a modern version with some slight similarities to the classic production by Dickens. She is most excited because last night at practice she got to stand next to her newest friend, Lila Selam. Lila is 6 and is from Ethiopia. Lila and her little sister Ella Furtuna were adopted by our close friends Bob and Kate. What a memorable Christmas this will be for their family! You can follow their story at http://romans815.wordpress.com.

We’ve got about 4 inches of snow right now, and the weatherman just said there’s a blizzard warning. We’re supposed to get 8 inches by noon tomorrow, and more after that. The high is 20, so there’s almost no doubt we’ll have a white Christmas! My favorite kind!

Enjoy getting ready for Christmas with those you love!

The perfect tree!
The perfect tree!
The Nutcracker fans.
The Nutcracker fans.
Tree Love
Tree Love
Laurel with her special angel
Laurel with her special angel
Linnea with her special angel
Linnea with her special angel
Playing with the nativity set
Playing with the nativity set

New Favorite Board Game

Our family just played a new board game tonight that’s perfect for family fun at Christmas! It’s called “To Bethlehem” and it’s for ages 4 to 104. A couple families from our homeschool group spoke highly of it, so I ordered it and we all played (including 3-year-old Laurel). We had a great time making our way to Bethlehem with 5 sheckels in hand. You can order the game online from Family Man Ministries at http://www.familymanweb.com/ .