Month: July 2012 (Page 4 of 5)

Conversations about God

As previously mentioned, I tend to overthink things. So it should not surprise me when I contemplate how to talk to my kids about God and what exactly to say. I feel strongly that as a parent it’s primarily my job to not just tell, but show my kids what it means to walk with God in life. I don’t believe this task can be outsourced to the professionals at a church (though I live in deep gratitude for what they do with the kiddos each Sunday morning as it really helps provide a jumping off point to conversation). 

However, in my desire to do things “right” or “well” I tend to avoid them until it’s perfected. So my conversations with my kids about God have been limited. It’s not so much that I don’t know what to say about God but rather I’m dumbfounded at what they can understand. I require a child development course prior to participating in children’s ministry. 
But last night, as H Boy and I ended our prayers, I began to wonder what all he understood about our rituals. We always end our prayers with, “And tomorrow help me be more like Jesus.” So I asked H if he knew what Jesus was like. 
“Nope.” 
“Oh, okay. Well… Jesus is kind.”
“Kind?”
“Um, well, he’s nice to people. He thinks of other people first.” 
I’m not really okay with beginning our understanding of God with making Jesus the Good Boy, but in all honesty, I’m not sure where to start. I don’t want H to go to church and tip over tables because he wants to be more like Jesus. 
So I told H that Jesus lived inside him. He liked that.
“Jesus lives in you. He’s in your heart.”
“Jesus is here in my leg. He’ll help me to be a big boy.”
“Well, where else does Jesus live?”
“In my belly.” 
The best I could do was remind him that because Jesus lived in him, when there were times that H didn’t know how to be like Jesus, Jesus could show him. 
Puzzled look. 
Give me teenagers over 3-year-olds any day. 

Art, the Christian bubble and Why I’ll never be published

I can make a decent list of reasons documenting why you won’t hold a paperback with my name on the cover. It starts with “I won’t try hard enough” but that’s the one I’ll dust under the rug. I’ll blame it on The System. 

Rachel Held Evans wrote an honest and exposing blog today about why Christian bookstores have a chokehold on the Christian publishing industry. (Musicians – is it true in that genre as well?) Since she’s publishing books by the multiples, she’s experienced it firsthand. And she spoke up not because she’s angry of the outcome of her edits, but because she’s saddened by the effects on the larger Christian subculture. 
Unfortunately, fear of fizzling sales keeps books – like the ones still in my head – from ever getting a first shake. Publishers fear the stores won’t carry it, so they don’t even take on the author to see what comes to fruition. Granted, this situation is true of the larger publishing industry. However, in the Christian subculture, the Few speak for the Many and what we get is a very whitewashed, sanitized version of the Story. 
What makes me most sad has little to do with the millions that could await had I the gumption to pen something worthwhile. No, I’m saddened by how much art we may miss. We live in such an atmosphere of commoditization and industrialization where it seems an original no longer exists. Every time we turn a corner we face another fake version of something that started good but became whittled down so that it’s easy to replicate. 
But art doesn’t exist to be replicated. It inspires. It pushes you along to sing your own song, tell your own story, show the world your own view. Not because your view is better than any other, but because it contributes to a greater understanding of the world. Without it, we’d never see such a perspective. We need those telling us The Story in ways we’ve not heard before. Art challenges us to understand better, to empathize more, to get out of our own comforts and engage. 
Rachel, as one of the first voices, said she didn’t have much to offer in terms of solution, but by reading through the comments we begin to hear themes of how we might change the tide. Here are a few of my own, and I’d love to hear more. 
1. Remember the power you carry in your own pocket: a pen and a dollar. How you wield them will over time shape consequences. 
2. Buy local. Privatized shop owners answer to the consumer, not to the Corporate Office. Could you often encounter slightly higher prices (or, related, miss those “40% off” sales)? Perhaps. But your dollar will empower that shop owner not just to stay in business, but to carry titles and works that LifeWay shy from. That private seller, in turn, is employing artists and encouraging them to keep at their work. 
3. Buy art from artists. I struggle here! I really want unique art, preferably photography, on my living room wall. But I get trigger shy when I need to get out the checkbook. Confession: I have a friend with amazing images from living across the country and he even followed through and sent a few to me! Clearly I need to run to LifeWay to buy a book on accountability partners and make this happen. Related: I need to be better at employing my favorite photographers instead of running off to Target for the “free sitting fee.” Fortunately I’ve been enough of a failure at momming this year that we didn’t even make it to target, so I can switch the guilt from one column to the other. 
4. Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. Another of my favorite bloggers said recently, “more conversional memoirs should contain the occasional f-word.” If you’re sensitive to the tragedies of a fallen world, perhaps this is an area where art can help you engage and understand as opposed to perpetuating a false idea that everything is okay if we airbrush the surface. And airbrushing is known to happen even when subtitles use the word “messy.” 
5. Tell your story. My husband, mother and friends can each tell you how my creative juices generally only flow through words. The walls to my house remain white, I wear mostly black (in a non-goth way) and choose fixtures and shoes based on price and comfort. I simply don’t have an artistic eye. But I envy those who do! My cousin LBW uses her wardrobe as a canvass. My B-I-L strings the world together in melodies. KLR grows veggies. A quick glance at Pinterest and we find women who color the world through food, accessories and outdoor lawn furniture. Whatever your avenue, please keep creating. I need you – and not just because my house is lame. I need shown the ways of seeing the world with color and expression, not just typeface. 
6. Kiss an art teacher. Encourage them, ask if you can buy some supplies they’ve been pining (and pinning!) to use in a project. Fight for the arts to be more than a peripheral part of education. Because our society needs less mass-merchandising and more creative solutions. And who will come up with them if all we’re taught are the step-by-step instructions? The artistic mind says, “let’s see what we can do with this!” and one-ups the suggested outcome. Give me – and my kids – more of that. 
7. As I just heard today while singing along to the Rent soundtrack, “the opposite of war isn’t peace – it’s creation!” Don’t assume that tranquility is the place to be. Genesis 1 tells us that over the chaos, God hovered. It’s out of that mess that God created and ordered. Before you create a reading nook, you have to clean out a closet, and this is true of both pinterest goals and life. Embrace the messy and seek to look at it with fresh eyes. Don’t aim for nothingness. Aim for newness. That’s the Story I wake to each morning and I’m hoping to tell each day. 

Pretty boys

I come from a family of thinkers. If we made a t-shirt with the family motto, some of the nominations would include:

1. The Wingfields: If there’s a way to do it, there’s a way to do it better. 
2. The Wingfields: If there’s a way to do it, there’s a way to do it cheaper.
3. A guy could… // What if we were to… // Have you ever thought about…
(Not related to this topic, but other proposals:
1. “Who wants to play some cards?” 
2. “Please resend the link to the Google docs spreadsheet for lake food.” )
So we think a lot. My friend Abbie just moved to the other side of the world and as I helped her pack she encountered the Wingfield Ability to Overthink. First was the suitcases: which is better, a suitcase over pound limit or an extra suitcase? (Over pound limit is more economical if you keep it to the first level of 75 pounds. If you go over, then it’s cheaper for a third suitcase based on a per-pound metric). Then there came the packing strategy and the morning schedule of retrieving U-Hauls and selling her Jeep. I spent more time with her talking about strategy for packing than actually packing anything.  
I cannot make this stuff up. 
It follows, then, that conversation would arise while at the lake and someone would start with, “So, I was reading…. and I’m thinking….”. It’s my second favorite conversation, next to straight up gossip. 
So as Cousin B suggested a new book, we began talking about fathers and daughters and how we wish to raise our kids (if you don’t have cousins, or at least friends, with whom you can talk about these fascinating topics, you need to come visit us at the lake). B wasn’t sure where I would lie in opinion about the book because it essentially said a father’s impact is more powerful to young girls than her mother’s. I’m in total agreement – not just because it lets me off the hook, but because I’ve seen it. Strong mothers raise nice girls. Strong fathers raise confident women. 
Not to say that single mothers (and those with dads at limited involvement) aren’t going to raise intelligent, capable, wonderful young women. These statements aren’t prescriptive, they’re descriptive (my new favorite caveat!). Like Proverbs, you can and will find exceptions, but these are general patterns in life. (Paul, would you blog a nice description of the Proverbs and how they fit when compared against “Biblical truths”? You described it well mid-sermon once). 
Back to the book being discussed. Cousin B stumbled across a few truths that the book brought to light and really found it to be helpful. He experienced it in life – he was able to tell a beautiful woman from her voice over the phone, and when answering for Papa John’s he’d tell the driver to expect a gorgeous female to be waiting at the door. The driver would return in awe because he was right. Beauty, then, becomes not just something you see, but a part of who you are, how you speak, the words, tone and expressions you use. So B wants to raise his daughter to be that kind of beautiful. 
After my last blog on how young girls view themselves, I had a long car ride to continue to toss around ideas. I wondered if my thoughts put too much pressure on the ladies. We tend to be a catty bunch, so I feel any camaraderie and teamwork we muster becomes a huge win. I know that what I say about myself shapes the way my daughters look into a mirror. 
But, like Cousin B mentioned, the menfolk need to study up. Girls respond to the attention given to them (either positively or negatively), and I believe that boys of all ages can help contribute to a healthy self-assessment by how they treat and talk about girls. Another story. 
A wonderful teenage boy (now man) in my group of students once lamented to me about the scandalous nature of girls’ clothing. His pure heart wanted girls around him to dress in a way that didn’t require him to keep his thoughts in check. “Why can’t they just wear longer shorts? Why show so much cleavage?” Fair question. In an effort to be more like Jesus, I responded with a question. “Why do you think they do it?”
“Because they want attention.”
“Do you think they do it because it works?”
“Well, yes.” 
“Do you think that if you gave the girls in your life positive attention that encouraged them and made them know they are loved and beautiful without wearing clothes that reveal a lot of flesh that perhaps they’d wear something different?” 
Well, no one really wants to personally take responsibility for a social trend, but I believe young boys can be part of the solution. 
Just this past weekend, H Boy told his cousin V that she was “so pretty.” While JJ thought it was a bit strange, I scored it under the victory column. I hope my young man grows up not believing that beauty is always sexual and that his sisters and cousins and friends can be “so pretty.” Because they are. And if he doesn’t tell them, who will? Men (and even women) who want something. Tina Fey says it better: May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that catches the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. 
Why not start her experience and fill up the confidence account with those words from people who want nothing in return? How about hearing it from men who she admires, the ones who, when he speaks, she turns her ear to listen? 
I’m hoping that H boy turns into one of those men. 
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