Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Innumeracy

Did I only imagine it, or did I really just see a high school college-prep geometry student multiply 4 times 25 longhand on paper? Did I also imagine her asking me what 10 times 10 is?

*sigh*

And really, even if every college-prep high school student could mentally multiply 4 times 25 or 10 times 10, would that really bring us closer to reducing the alarming innumeracy rate in America? Not by much.

Taken from a random website:

Functional illiteracy refers to the inability of an individual to use reading, speaking, writing and computational skills in everyday life situations. For example, a functionally illiterate adult is unable to fill out an employment application, follow written instructions, or read a newspaper. In short, when confronted with printed materials, adults without basic literacy skills cannot function effectively.

Tweaking a bit:

Functional innumeracy refers to the inability of an individual to use mathematical applications, mathematical terms, ciphering, and computational skills in everyday life situations. For example, a functionally innumerate adult is unable to do simple mental arithmetic, solve a simple word problem, or apply mathematics to real-life situations. In short, when confronted with numbers, adults without basic numeracy skills cannot function effectively.

I think innumeracy is a real problem in our nation, and sadly unrecognized as such by most. Numeracy is not the same thing as plugging-and-chugging one's way through the typical public school mathematics course. Mathematics is about problem-solving, not just rotely repeating steps, just as reading is not just about sounding out syllables. Reading begins with phonics (which is sorely missing from today's classrooms, mind you), but should move on to incorporate synthesizing, reasoning, and applying. The same goes for mathematics, and unfortunately what is disguised as mathematics in our nation is barely the phonics of mathematics.

Our high school math textbooks are still teaching Dick and Jane, and most students will never get the opportunity to read Jane Austen, George Elliot, Charles Dickens, or C.S. Lewis. I would hate reading too if I was still reading Dick and Jane, so it's no wonder mathematics is so vehemently hated by so many. Convincing most students that math is fun is like trying to convince someone that cherries taste good, if all the person has ever had is cherry cough syrup. It's a bitter imitation!

As a high school math tutor, I submit that what most high school students need is not a regular math tutor to reteach them what they were not able to learn or refused to learn from their teacher. What they need is not so much to learn how to solve by factoring, or how to graph an ellipse, or how to calculate the probability of drawing a green marble from a given bag. They need to learn how to learn.

Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, and you feed him for life. I would add, show a man the beauty of fishing, and you've hooked him for a lifetime.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Pictures of Lydia's Wedding

















A Sore Maid-of-Honor Reflects

I had no idea high-heels required that many muscles! I think I discovered about 40 new muscles that had lain dormant since my birth. Groan. I think about every muscle in my body suffered from Saturday. Good news, though: I didn't trip or stumble on Saturday despite my teetering 6-foot figure :).

We had a wonderful time up in KY these past few days! I am so glad to be home, though, and have plenty of catching up to do. . . *nervously glances at to-do list* I made good headway this morning, though, getting all my planning done for the week, and began unpacking and cleaning.

Thursday night we had a "homeschool version" of a bachlorette party ;) - i.e., "tame sleepover." We watched the new P&P, did some assorted dancing, and then watched While You Were Sleeping. There were a total of 13 girls there, so a decent number for dancing, and the basement had a nice big room just aching to be used :). We did the Virginia Reel (every time I do it, it seems I learn a different version), some line dancing, etc. Very fun :). We didn't get to do any square dancing :(, but ah, well. Maybe some other time. Sister Dear and I learned some square dancing last fall, and it was so much fun!

Friday was spent running around doing various last-minute preparations. Most everyone helped decorate the sanctuary and fellowship hall, make the bouquets, corsages, etc., while Miriam (one of Lydia's sisters) and I decorated the cake. Miriam had bravely made all 19 layers and 45 cups of icing over the previous few weeks. We were expecting about 270 people, so a lot of cake was in order! Lydia graciously allowed us to use real flowers, which were so much easier and quicker than icing roses, and prettier in my opinion. We also borrowed a cake stand from a friend, which made layering so much easier, as did making 5 extra cakes in addition to the display cake, rather than making one huge cake.

Friday evening was the rehearsal, to which I wore my heels for practice ;). Then Friday night I spent close to an hour twisting my hair into pin curls :-P. My arms were so sore the next day, especially after spending another 45 minutes or so letting down the curls and fingering through them with the help of a few helpers.

Saturday morning was spent primping and dressing, placing the flowers on the cake, pictures, pictures, and more pictures, and helping Lydia with last-minute preparations before the ceremony. I was even coerced into some make-up, which was tastefully applied by one of Lydia's cousins. Haha, me with curled hair, high-heels, and make-up. A rare event!

The ceremony was nice and mercifully short, says the girl who had to stand on stage with two bouquets and a ring, balancing in high-heels ;). The best man (brother to the groom) sang I Will Be Here and two of the bridesmaids (sister and cousin of Lydia) did sign language to a recording of Lydia and Quinton singing the wedding version of Faithfully. Very beautiful :). Oh, and of course the first kiss was good ;).

After the ceremony we had the receiving line (which was 250 people long. . . ), more pictures(!), then what remained of the reception. I knew a lot of the people there, so I enjoyed seeing people, though I was too busy to spend much time chatting.

There was an open mic at the reception and my family sang a modified version of Sabbath Prayer from Fiddler on the Roof. We even managed to work in a bit of harmony and some rounds.

Wedding Prayer

May the Lord protect and defend you,
May He always shield you from shame;
May your marriage be
A witness to the Savior's name.

May you be like Abraham and Sarah,
May you be deserving of praise;
Stengthen them, O Lord,
And keep them from the stranger's ways.

May God bless you and grant you long lives

_________________________(May the Lord fulfill our wedding prayer for you).
May God fill you with a spirit of love

_____________________(May He send you children who will bless your name).

May the Lord protect and defend you (echo).
May the Lord preserve you from pain (echo).

Favor them, O Lord,
With happiness and peace.
Oh, hear our wedding prayer.
Amen.

After the bouquet toss and send-off we climbed into the car for the ride home, getting back around 11:00 on Saturday night, tired but happy. I took a 3-hour nap yesterday to recover and limped through church due to my aching muscles.

What impressed me most about the wedding wasn't the tastefully decorated fellowship hall, or the yummy food, the beautiful wedding cake ;), the nice music, Lydia's gown, the bridesmaids' dresses, or how smoothly it all went - though those were all important aspects! The overwhelming feeling I came away with was a sense of community and togetherness. The wedding was a true example of covenantal living.

It was amazing how many people stepped in to help make the wedding happen. Lydia's family has an enormous number of friends and family that were more-than-willing to help. The music, filming, pictures, food, ceremony coordination, decorations, and flowers were all done by volunteers, some of whom were merely acquaintances, but still eager to help in any way needed. Lydia and Quinton were married by her grandfather, which I thought was also special. We were overrun on Friday and Saturday by the sheer number of people who stepped in to help. The love and servant attitudes displayed by all of Lydia's friends and family is the lasting impression that her wedding leaves in my mind. That and the fact that I know Lydia and Quinton both realized the gravity of their union, and the life-long commitment they were making to each other. That's my idea of a good wedding :).

I am awaiting pictures, which I will post shortly :).

First Day of Spring :)

Spring is here!

I just love spring! It is my second favorite season, right after autumn. I delight in watching the world come alive again after looking dead all winter. All those bunches of sticks begin to acquire buds, then leaves, and all of a sudden they are transformed into beautiful trees! I also love getting out my lighter clothing, as granny boots, knee socks, long heavy skirts, and sweaters grow tiring after a while. I just love light-weight cotton dresses and sandals!

We've been enjoying signs of spring for a few weeks now, though today is officially the first day of spring. Bradford Pear Trees in bloom must be my favorite sign of spring. Our neighborhood is full of them, turning the roads into a veritable White Way of Delight for several days. A Bradford Pear Tree in full bloom reminds me of a bride in all her glory (shamelessly stolen from Ashley's blog, as I had already thought the same before her post!) - absolutely breathtaking! The Bradford Pears are past their peak bloom now, and they are now full of leaves, while still leaving white blooms peeking from behind, creating an effect of glowing greenery until the blooms fall. Just beautiful!

The Yoshino Cherry Trees are in full bloom right now, as are the daffodils, forsythias, and pansies. Pansies have always been one of my favorite flowers; they are so pretty with their velvety texture and two-toned petals. I can hardly wait for the azaleas and roses to bloom, but I will have to wait a bit longer for those :).

Every Spring and Fall I am just in awe over the glorious colors in God's creation. I also realize anew that were the colors of spring or autumn available all year long, I would not appreciate them as I do during the brief time I have them every year. It makes me thankful for the changing of the seasons, that I may not grow indifferent to the wonders of nature.

Thank you, Lord, for the miracle of Spring, the bounty of Summer, the beauty of Autumn, and the cosyness of Winter. Thank you, Lord, for seasons.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Lydia's Wedding Quilt

I decided to go ahead and post a picture of Lydia's quilt before leaving for the wedding. I think Lydia's a tad busy to be surfing blogs right now, and blogging is not really "her thing" anyway. . . Hannah and I are planning to leave for Kentucky on Thursday morning, Parents Dear to follow on Friday. We'll probably be back late Saturday, possibly not until Sunday afternoon.

Here 'tis:


The pattern uses the Oh, Susanna block. I found the pattern online for free on this site. It was one of the easiest patterns I've done, and I love the way it looks. It was also quick, which was good, considering I had to finish it in 2 1/2 months :). Now, I realize that this quilt doesn't have an exciting border like my parents' anniversary quilt, which featured golden rectangles, but I've come to terms with this fact ;).

Aren't the colors of the quilt pretty? Lydia picked them out and sent me the names and brand for paint chips that matched. Then I just picked up the paint chips at a local store and took them with me fabric shopping. I actually only had to buy material for the three greens. I didn't have three greens that went well together, but I had pinks and blues in abundance. I have an extensive fabric collection, thanks to years of garage sales and clearance shopping.

I collect two things - fabric and books - and it's hard to resist either at a good price :). While at Goodwill on Saturday I found an 87-year-old exposition of the book of Acts, written by a professor of practical theology at Princeton Theological Seminary. Price? - two dollars :-D. You've probably heard the old adage, the best antiques are old friends? I would add that the next best antiques are old books :).

Happy Pi Day!

. . . and no, I'm not making this holiday up :). Do a google search if you don't believe me.


The above picture is a "pi plate", in case it is not evident from the photograph. One of my mom's sisters is great at finding unique gifts :). She found this pi plate for us from a catalog and ordered it for a belated Christmas gift (we'll pick it up this summer). Is that neat or what?

Does anyone know why March 14th was chosen as Pi Day? :-D Think about it. . .

I'll give you a hint. The proper time to celebrate Pi Day is at 1:59 and 26 seconds, actually 27 seconds if we're rounding to the nearest second ;).

In honor of Pi Day, we made Apple Pi and Chocolate Pi :). Mother Dear and I are bringing pi to share with our Bible study this morning, and for lunch my family will enjoy Apple Pi Turnovers. Father Dear has the afternoon off, so he gets to join us :).

Apple Pi. . .








Chocolate Pi. . .




Mmmm! Apples, chocolate, and mathematics. What a great combination :).

Happy Pi Day, everyone!

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Too. . . many. . . shopping. . . choices. . . and home and family

My family lived for sixteen years in what became one of the shopping nightmares (er, attractions) of our county. When we moved to Snellville in 1988, we lived in a nice quiet neighorhood overlooking a two-lane highway. *enter soothing violin music* Across the highway was a farmhouse and a lake. *tweeting of birds* There were pastures down the road, the traffic was decent, and there was a pleasant selection of stores from which to choose.

Unfortunately Snellville did not stay that way. *enter scary music* Evil developers took over the area, cramming our small, quiet town full of store after store after store. *music becomes fast-paced and jarring* The traffic became a nightmare; on a Saturday it could well take 20 minutes to traverse one mile along the formerly-two-lane highway, which had become five lanes. We kept thinking that every possible store had been built within a 2-mile radius of our home, but then we would discover that we were missing that 30th clothing store or that 10th shoe store.

By the time we moved from Snellville we had four grocery stores within a mile of our home. We had three drug stores on the same corner by our house, five counting the Target and Publix that were also on that corner; I won't begin to list all the other drug stores within a mile from our home. We had a Target and a Wal-Mart and a Sam's. We also had a Home Depot and a Lowe's. Restaurants? We had them in abundance. Clothing stores? Yeah, boy. Craft stores? Yes, siree, and I won't complain about those. . . Office and Electronic Stores? I lost count. A hospital? Yep, that too. And a towering many-story physicians office. And a dentist office. And a few jewelry stores. And a car dealership. And a movie theater. And a bowling alley. *enter Christmas music with full orchestra* And a partridge in a pear tree. . .

That only begins to scratch the surface. Trust me. The shopping centers kept popping out of the snow. . . like daisies!

The last straw was when the houses right across the street were sold and up went a bee-yoo-ti-ful buffer in the place of the houses that were formerly facing us. If they were going to build anyway, couldn't they have just taken out one more row of houses? We finally had enough of the traffic and development in our once-fair city, and 15 months ago we moved to the northern part of our county. *soothing violin music resumes*

It's quieter here by comparison. *birds resume tweeting* There are pastures within a few miles of our home and we love the woodsy park nearby. We live a few miles from the next county, which instantly becomes rural as the county line appears. Our neighborhood has an abundance of trees, and Hannah loves the nice lampposts that dot our streets ;).

Our new location comes with disadvantages, however; we now live ten minutes from the nearest Wal-Mart instead of a mere three minutes. I know, I know, the sacrifices! The inconveniences! *sympathetic violin music plays* However, don't feel too bad for us, since another Wal-Mart is now being built right outside our neighborhood, making the 10th Wal-Mart within a thirty-minute drive of our home. *sympathetic music ceases*

You see, compared to Snellville it's not crowded where we live now, but it's still quite congested! We live in a rapidly-developing area, which I fear may turn into the next Snellvillopolis. *shudder* We seem to have moved away from one shopping mecca right into another, albeit currently a little smaller. *fast-paced music returns*

We now live eight minutes from the largest mall in the Southeast. Is there a real need for two Bath and Body Works stores in a single mall? We won't even discuss the "need" for one Victoria's Secret store, let alone the second. By the way, I've decided that I feel extremely sorry for my brothers in Christ. The visual stimuli they endure on a daily basis, especially in places like a public mall, is truly saddening. It makes me want to buy blinders as gifts for the (few) men in my life.

I do like some things about the mall. It's very convenient as an indoor walking track on cold or rainy days :). Early on Saturday mornings are the best, before the shops have opened and the crowds have arrived. The IMAX in the mall is fun at times as well, such as opening day of LOTR or CoN. . . though the power outage during RotK was not fun. *enter menacing music*

Opening day of RotK. Sold-out IMAX theater filled with college-age geeks. I felt very normal compared to my fellow movie-goers. Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas approach the Paths of the Dead. *music gets scarier* Captain Obvious dazily murmurs, "The way is shut." ZAP! *screen goes blank* And the geeks go nuts.

But back to the topic of this post. In general there are really just too many stores in our whole county. Our county is one of the fastest-growing in the nation. People just keep pouring in from all over the place, and they are more-than-willing to monetarily support the ever-increasing number of stores.

I feel that at some point Gwinnett (and Metro Atlanta in general) has to burst at the scenes. We have 106 public schools in our county (and many more on the drawing board), in addition to zillions of private schools. The largest public high school in the county has about 3600 students, and there are several others not far behind. In our calling area alone there are three area codes that we can dial without being charged long-distance; we have to dial 10 digits on the phone just to reach our neighbor! Apply the fundamental counting principle to discover just how many phone numbers that means there are in our calling area, subtracting off for numbers that begin with zero or have "9-1-1" in succession :). The traffic here is horrid as well, due to the high volume of cars; one of our interstates is soon to be expanded to 23 lanes! I'm not making this up :-P. In summary, we just have a lot of people.

For years I have dreamed of someday moving away from Metro Atlanta. I just want some space, fresh air, a little elbow room. I'd like to live in a place where the speed limits actually mean something. I've dreamed of moving out to a more rural area someday, or back up North to Indiana, where my family has roots. Southern Indiana, in particular, is my favorite part of the country. *wistful sigh*

But, do you know what I've discovered? Home is not Indiana, or the country, or "somewhere besides Metro Atlanta." My home is ultimately in heaven; I'm just a stranger here, passing through. Furthermore, my earthly home is not so much a plot of land, or a geographical area; it's where my family is. To me, home is family.

Except for a few exceptions, all of my childhood memories of home are of our house in Snellville. Our house there was my home (our home) for sixteen years, from the time I was four until I was twenty. That was where I learned to read, to write, to do arithmetic; all my pre-college schooling took place within those walls. I learned calculus there, and it was there that I discovered Jane Austen :). It is the place where I first embraced the faith of my parents. I played with my childhood friends there, and somewhere, still buried in the backyard, is a time capsule placed there by three adventurous little girls. Our backyard was the Oregon Trail, an Indian village, and a refuge for abused orphans. We played countless games of kickball in the front yard, and I can still remember exactly where the bases were. I learned to bike ride and skate on our street; we took countless walks through our neighborhood. We laughed, cried, and lived together; my brother, sister, and I grew to adulthood there. So many memories are wrapped up in my humble childhood home.

Despite fond childhood memories in Snellville, I was quite willing to move when we left Snellville. I had endured the congestion long enough, and I was ready for a change of scenery. I did wonder, however, how I would adjust to a new home and city after sixteen years in the same place. Most of my friends had moved a number of times during their childhood, but I hadn't experienced that; I had lived in the same place for a long time.

Much to my surprise, though, I didn't have a hard time adjusting to my new surroundings when we moved from Snellville. It certainly helped that I was slightly familiar with the area prior to the move. My surprise, though, was not my easy adjustment to our new area, but my easy adjustment to our new house. I thought it would be weird and difficult for me to think of our new house as our home, but it wasn't. I can count on one hand the number of times I, for a brief moment, woke up thinking I was in Snellville. I never had a deep sinking feeling about leaving my childhood home behind, and I was instantly able to transfer my mental title "home" to our new house. Yes, our old house holds a special place in my heart, but our current house is home to me, not the house where we used to live.

The more I thought about it, though, the more it made sense. What made my childhood memories special was not the house in which they took place, but the people that were a part of those memories, and most of my fond childhood memories are intimately linked with my family. Home is not a place; home is family. A physical abode or physical possessions have value, but family is much more important; family is what turns a house into a home (Mr. Pendleton would say that it takes a woman's hand or a child's heart). My immediate family is here, not in Snellville or Indiana or anywhere else, so here is home because home is family.

So, I've decided that even though I hate Metro Atlanta, my family lives here (except Brother Dear), so it's home for me. Maybe someday I will become part of a new family, living either in Metro Atlanta or elsewhere, but my sense of home will not be determined by where I am, but with whom I am. If I am with people I love, I am home. And no matter where I am, I can look forward to my heavenly home, that will far surpass even Southern Indiana.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Well, I'm Back

It's sad; I think I can relate anything to a quote from L.M. Montgomery, Jane Austen, J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, or Andy Griffith.

I feel like Sam at the end of the epic trilogy The Lord of the Rings. After accompanying some of his dearest friends to the Grey Havens and bidding them a heart-wrenching goodbye, Sam returns home and greets his wife Rosie with three simple words: Well, I'm Back. Three small words that do not even begin to describe what Sam must be feeling or all that he has experienced since he has last seen his wife.

These past few weeks have been incredibly refreshing and eye-opening. I have really enjoyed my time away from the blogosphere, while intensely missing it at the same time. Isn't it strange how mixed one's emotions can be? I knew that, while missing my time blogging, I would also enjoy the chance to get away for a while. I was right on both accounts.

I want to dispel any misconceptions that I spent the past 2 1/2 weeks bent over a sewing machine several hours a day, frantically stitching away. Far from it. I did not even touch my sewing until three days after my last post - something to do with a full teaching and tutoring schedule on those particular weekdays. . . My purpose in a blogging break was to focus more fully on my pertinent sewing projects, but I did not by any means spend the past few weeks slaving away at my sewing table. I did spend a considerable amount of time sewing, but I also did quite a few other things.

I spent time resting in the grace and mercy of my Savior. My perspective has changed a lot in the past month, and I feel like I am just beginning to understand the grace of God. I needed these past few weeks to just soak up God's goodness.

I spent time answering overdue e-mails and letters. I am the queen of procrastination when it comes to hand-written letters and lengthier e-mails. Yes, this doesn't seem to mesh well with my often-lightning-fast blog replies :).

I spent time laughing with my family, singing with my family, walking with my family. We noted the death of our beloved Don Knotts by rewatching a few of our favorite Andy Griffith episodes. Hannah and I limped through a bit more chess. . . We also improved our chicken and dumpling recipe, which now tastes very much like Cracker Barrel :). Father Dear graded us a solid A. (Thanks for the tips, Adrian!)

I spent time chatting about wedding plans with another friend who is soon to be married(!). Congratulations, Ashley :). I love being a sounding board for ideas :). Ashley really scored with me by taking my suggestion of having her bridesmaids march to Anne's Theme from the Anne movies :). I'm already excited about doing food for her reception. We're opening up Garrison Catering, Inc. for a one-weekend operation ;). I used to help out a caterer (who was also a family friend) a few times a month and it was so much fun, albeit hard work :).

I spent time reading. It is so easy to let reading for pleasure be the last thing on my to-do list when I am busy with so many other things. I am nearing completion of Les Miserables which, by the way, is a very interesting book. Some books shouldn't be read at a rapid pace, but instead savoured. Les Mis is one of them (Okay, maybe that's also an excuse for the two months it has taken me to finish it, but some of my favorite books have taken me months to finish. Daniel Deronda, for instance, was a fascinating book, but I spent all last summer reading it.) So many rich themes woven throughout Les Mis, and plenty of quotes that I had to copy into my quote notebook. I also made a good dent in All God's Children and Blue Suede Shoes, though I haven't finished it yet. Lots to underline and copy from that book as well. Culture analyses fascinate me.

I spent time enjoying my spring break from teaching. I am not on break from tutoring, but I am currently partway through my two-and-half-week spring break from teaching. This means no grading(!), no planning, no time away from home for teaching.

Oh, and yes, I did finish the quilt and bridesmaid dress. A picture of the dress is at the end of this post, and no, my hair is not naturally that curly! I've never had an inkling of natural curl to my hair, even as a baby; Boy and Hannah got all of my mother's curly genes. I was experimenting with curling options for the wedding on the day of the photo. Pictures of the quilt to follow after the wedding next weekend.

So what have I learned during my break? Well, though I knew it before, I feel I am more aware of the fact that there is more to life than blogging. I have been apt to put blogging before other, often more important things, and I hope not to have that happen again. God has already given me an aid in this by killing off my dad's laptop, which I used for the majority of my computer time. It was just way too convenient to check e-mails and blogs with it always on the table right where I was doing my work and usually with no one else using it. We have two other computers in the house, so no worries about not having computer access. It will be good to have to wait my turn for the computer, though. Accountability is a good thing :). I may not be quite as swift in my replies, and my posts may not be quite as frequent. I still plan on keeping up with blogging regularly, though!

Well, I'm back, and it's mighty good to be back. I've missed all my blogging friends :). I felt like a part of me was missing these past few weeks. But in the process I rediscovered other parts of me. Isn't that the way it often is? I am so glad that I took a break, yet so glad to be back.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Time For a Short Break

I need to take a (hopefully short) hiatus from blogging. I have a quilt and bridesmaid dress that both really need to be done within the next 3 weeks, and recently my sewing time has turned into blogging time.

I love, love, love all the good conversations I get to engage in through blogging, and I do not see blogging, when properly used, as a waste of time. Far from it, in fact. I have grown so much as a result of the influence of people whom I have never met in person. It never ceases to amaze me how many different ways the Lord can work in my life :).

I am aware that at this present time my priorities need to be on other things that are more pressing. While away from blogging I will also doubtless be assessing the proper use of time spent blogging :). I can always use refinement in the area of time management and stewardship. By the way, anyone looking for a way to manage blogging, be sure to check out Adrian's post on a blogging tracker software. This software has been a huge help for me in the past few weeks.

Thus begins my hiatus from blogging. I will not be posting on my blog or anyone else's blog until that quilt and dress are finished! That will be a great motivator for me to hurry up with my projects :). I hope to return soon, probably in around 3 weeks, hopefully less. Until then, farewell!

Sunday, February 19, 2006

I've Been Double-Tagged

Okay, okay. I realize I am very tardy in responding to my tags, but Samara and Jessica both tagged me with a meme. I'm giving into peer pressure, I suppose. *sigh* :) This one had fun questions and wasn't too long, so I'll give in and complete it :). I actually enjoy filling out these types of things; I just try to restrict myself, given my past history of surveys, which I related here ;).

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Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place.
Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.

1) Ink and Incapability
2) The Happy Feminist
3) Space Station Samara
4) Everything Domestic
5) An Old-Fashioned Girl

Select Five People to Tag
- I think most people have already done this. . . I'll just go with "whoever wants to do this" :). That's always safe.

What were you doing ten years ago?
- Enduring our family's infamous "February Flu." It was an illness that will go down in the history of the Garrisons. . . As a bonus for me, it developed into pneumonia (my second of three cases so far). *ick*

What were you doing one year ago?
- Surviving student-teaching. 'Nuff said.

Five snacks you enjoy
- raw carrots
- chocolate!
- oranges
- apples
- crackers

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics
- My Jesus, I Love Thee (I want this played at my funeral)
- In Christ Alone (and this one too. . . )
- Most of the songs from The Sound of Music and many other musicals
- Faithfully
- The Faithful (Steve Green with Voice of the Martyrs)

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire
- "give" most of it to the government ;)
- tithe to my church
- donate to the Answers in Genesis Museum project and Gospel for Asia
- place in savings
- add to my book collection :)

Five Bad Habits
- being over-critical of others/assuming it's someone else's fault
- chocolate
- playing with my bangs and hair
- being overly organized (to the point of obsession)
- multi-tasking (to the detriment of the tasks)

Five things you like doing
- reading!
- blogging :)
- quilting
- baking
- math!

Five things you would never wear again (never is a rather strong word - how about "probably never" or "prefer to never". . . )
- pants (except to bed)
- shorts (except to swim)
- high-heels (after next month. . . )
- a bathing suit without a cover-up (people think 2-piece suits are cool, well I'm even cooler with a 3-piece suit!), hehe, ;)
- many assorted outfits in my past. . .

Five Favorite "Toys"
- the computer
- my sewing machine
- my serger
- the piano
- my hair

Friday, February 17, 2006

A few problem-solving exercises just for fun. . .

As an aside: I feel like I'm on a blog post marathon. I don't intend to keep posting things so close together, but I keep finding something new I want to post! Thankfully, my recent posts have been quick and easy to write - with a huge exception to my Under Grace, Part III post - so it hasn't eaten away my time. I'm not intending to keep up this rapid posting schedule indefinitely, in case anyone is wondering :). This weekend should be slow while I'm out of town.

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As one of my math education electives in college, I took a problem-solving course. It would have proved to be my favorite course in college had it been structured differently, but regardless, I loved working through different problem types and tweaking my thoughts until I reached a solution. It was pure fun. I kept my course folder for memories and to occasionally pull from for the classes I teach.

We had some extra time in geometry yesterday so we did some problem-solving exercises from the back of the book that were similar to the ones I did in my problem-solving course. They loved them! Of course, who wouldn't? It's like working a puzzle :). As part of the homework assignment, I told my students I would e-mail them a few problems from my folder. They're just so much fun, I thought I'd share them here, along with a bonus problem just for all of you. For a treasure trove of such problems, try my former professor's website. That should keep you busy for about a decade :).

Feel free to comment with answers. If you want to work the problems out on your own, don't look at the comments first! I'm especially interested to see if anyone can get the last one. The first ones are quite doable, but the last requires a bit more.

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What Color is my Hat?

Three people are sitting in a row, one behind the other, facing forward. The third person can see the two people in front of him, the second person can see the person in front of him, and the first person can see no one.

There are 5 hats: 3 red hats and 2 black hats. A 4th person places one hat on each of the three people's heads without each person knowing his own hat color.

The 3rd person says, "I cannot tell what color hat I have."
The 2nd person says, "I cannot tell what color hat I have."
The 1st person says, "I know for sure what color hat I have."

Is he telling the truth, and if so, what color hat does he have?

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Crime and Logic

Four suspects of a crime made the following statements to the police:

Andy: Carl did it.
Bob: I did not do it.
Carl: Dave did it.
Dave: Carl lied when he said I did it.

Given that one of them "did it" and that exactly one of them told the truth, who did it?


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Secret Whole Number

By using the answers to the following questions, Patrick determines Sam's secret whole number.

(1) Is it a factor of 30? --> yes
(2) Is it a prime number? --> no
(3) Is it a multiple of 3? --> no
(4) Is it less than 3? --> no

What is Sam's secret number?


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And just for my blog readers, here's a bonus problem! This was my favorite problem that I did in college, I think.

I'll bake chocolate chip cookies for anyone who figures this problem out correctly. (A coconut dessert would be more appropriate, but I don't cook with coconut.) The cookies are available for pickup at our home in Metro Atlanta :). And no doing a search on the internet for this problem; your solution has to be your own work. Happy problem solving!

The Coconut Problem

On a desert island, 5 men and a monkey gather coconuts all day. At nighfall the men go to sleep, leaving the monkey to guard the stash.

The first man wakes up during the night. He divides the stash into 5 equal shares and gives the remaining coconut to the monkey. He takes his share and puts the remaining 4 shares back together in a pile.

The 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th men each wake up separately in succession throughout the night and do the same as the 1st man, each unbeknownst to the others; they each divide the (remaining) pile of coconuts into 5 shares, giving the extra coconut to the monkey, take their share and return the rest of the coconuts to a big pile.

When they all awaken in the morning, the pile is a multiple of 5 coconuts. What is the minimum number of coconuts originally present?

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

A Light-Hearted Confession

Years ago girls looked forward to getting their first pairs of high-heeled shoes when they turned 16 or 18. It was a "rite of passage" to womanhood, a much-anticipated event. As the years have passed, our girls have been pulled from girlhood to womanhood much more rapidly than before. We now have 8-year-olds dressing like teenie-boppers and 6-year-olds dressing like Brittney Spears. A girl's first pair of high-heeled shoes isn't as big a deal now. 14-year-olds started wearing high-heels, then 12-year-olds, now 8-year-olds. (This post has nothing to do with whether or not this is a problem.) The point is that all women (and girls) want high-heeled shoes, it seems.

Except me.

You see, I've always been tall for my age - which has its definite advantages, I might add! I'm not complaining about my height; in fact, I quite like it. I was thrilled when I passed my mom up in height - somersaults, fireworks, block party :).

The point being, I'm already tall enough. I stopped growing when I was about 15 after topping 5'9". I don't need extra height. I already feel like I dwarf other people; I'm taller than my mother, my sister, my grandmothers, my aunts, my cousins, and all my (female) friends. So when I buy shoes for my extra-large feet, I avoid heels like the plague.

Let's face it. Five feet and nine+ inches of towering klutz is just not a good mix with heels. I'm not as klutzy as I once was, but I'm no graceful ballerina, either. With heels, I would just get taller and clumsier. So I've resisted heels at all costs. I might add that it is exceptionally hard to find size 10 1/2 wide shoes that do not have heels. I hate shopping for shoes, but I digress. . .

Now for the confession: I just bought my first pair of high-heels.

I know, I know, I finally caved in and succumbed to peer pressure. Sort of. Well, not really.

Actually they're for my friend's wedding. Being a bridesmaid comes with certain responsibilities; one of them is evidently to wear high-heels. I write this good-naturedly :). Lydia is so wonderful not to require really tall high-heels; these ones are only about 1.5 or 2 inches and they are wider heels as opposed to "toothpick heels." All in all, not that bad; I just love to dramatize. . .

So today, for the sake of a long-time friendship, I participated in one "rite of passage" to womanhood that I have long been resisting. I bought high-heels. *sigh* It had to happen one day, I suppose.

I have already made a disclaimer to Lydia that if her maid-of-honor trips and falls flat on her face walking down the aisle, she has been forewarned :). Pray for me on March 18. All my attention is going to be on making it down that aisle and back without stumbling. And Lydia thinks she'll be nervous that day. Ha!

Meanwhile, I'm going to be doing a lot of practice around the house :). I've already been tottering around and I feel like Treebeard: tall and bumbling. I just need a few hobbits to sit on my shoulders. Volunteers, anyone?

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

It Doesn't Take an Economic Genius. . .

I'm no economics expert. I did well in economics in high school and college, but hated both classes. It was boring; it was rote; it was so disconnected with reality. I usually can remember things because I find facts interesting; I didn't find economics interesting, so I didn't retain much of it. My high school economics was okay, but the book was dry. My college economics course. . . *shudder*

It was an evening class, which didn't help matters. The teacher had a thick accent that was hard to understand, and she had handwriting that resembled hieroglyphics; these two factors made the class hard to follow. The teacher told us that she would be 10 minutes late to class every day because she refused to leave her house more than an hour before start time, and she told us to just wait for her. Half way through our class we also had a smoking break since the teacher was an addicted chain smoker. It was kind of amusing, but sad. Take a 75 minute class, subtract 10 minutes off for starting late, then 5 minutes for a smoking break, and we have a 75 minute class that really only meets for 60 minutes. You would think an economics teacher would realize the problems with this, especially as relates to her pay scale.

Most notable, though, the class was just disconnected from real people and real life.

By the end of the semester I twitched if someone mentioned IBM, peanut butter, coke, or Kroger. Every "real-life" example given in lecture related to one or more of those four things. Did you know that the price of peanut butter at Kroger can rise from $2 to $8 in the course of a few days. Did you know that evidently everyone works an IBM computer job? We were actually told by the teacher that there shouldn't be any complaints about homework because we can just do it at work since we don't have anything else to do there anyway. So much for the waitresses, the cashiers, and those of us who don't have jobs. Oh, and since women entering the workforce stimulates our economy and raises our GNP, that is sufficient reasoning that all women should work. Glad we got that straight.

So, needless to say, I didn't relish my economics education a great deal, and what doesn't interest does not stick for long. All that to say, I'm not well-versed in economics, though I wish I was.

However, I am sharp enough to realize how utterly ridiculous this nonsense is. I realize the United States has long ceased to be a free market, but this is just plain stupid. Regardless of the moral implications of selling "emergency contraceptives," it just makes absolutely no sense to require a pharmacy to sell them. If you're unhappy with the offerings, go somewhere else. That's what competition is. It doesn't take an economic genius to figure that out.

A Valentine's Day Prayer from a Maiden-in-Waiting


Lord, today I count abundance, not drought. I may not have the romantic love of a man, but I have your unconditional love; I have the love of the Creator of the Universe! I have the love of my Savior. You didn't just tell me that you loved me, Lord; you showed me you did by dying for me.

John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this, that someone lays down his life for his friends.

I thank you, Lord, for the great love of two godly parents, the love of a brother and sister, and the love of countless extended family and many friends.

I am blessed, Lord. My life is not absent of love; rather, it is overflowing with the love of many, many people. I do not deserve such love, but I thank you for it.

I pray that someday I will have an earthly bridegroom, but for now I am learning to cherish my Heavenly Bridegroom. Lord, draw me still closer to you.

Amen.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Under Grace, Part III

Read my first two posts on grace here and here.

I usually have many posts drafted in my blogger account and still more in the files of my brain. I have a lot of things which I would like to eventually write. I start a post, jot down a few thoughts, and then leave it to simmer until my thoughts are more clear or my time is more free. Right now I have drafted a post on caring for long hair, a post on one of my favorite L.M. Montgomery books, and a post on the negative effects of anti-male comments, just as a sampling. One post I have had drafted for several weeks is titled "Why I Want to Homeschool My Children Someday," but now that's not the post that I feel the need to write.

I have been so blessed though the pastor who has recently come to our church. Not blessed in a comfortable sense, since his sermons have made me far from comfortable; on the contrary, I am blessed in an uncomfortable sense. I have never had a string of sermons be so convicting as the last three he has given. I have a different perspective on the Christian life than I did a few weeks ago, as I have mentioned to an extent in previous posts. My sister and I were discussing yesterday the far-reaching applications of Mark 7:1-13, applications that continue to stretch farther and farther as I meditate on that passage.

Some of you may remember my posts on grace here and here, which I wrote a few weeks ago. My views on many seemingly unrelated issues have been affected just by the one sermon mentioned in the second post and still further affected by the two subsequent sermons, which tied together nicely with the first. I keep thinking that I've uncovered all the connections that relate to my life, but then I find another stone that has been left unturned. I have been (and continue to be) both an antinomian and a legalist.

The first post I wrote was a needed critique of the heresy of antinomianism. As Christians we are not slaves of sin, but we are slaves of righteousness. Martin Luther put it this way: "We are not saved by works; but if there be no works, there must be something amiss with faith." What I didn't know as I wrote my post on antinomianism was that the Lord was preparing to work on my heart in that area and in the area of legalism, hence my second post.

The second post, which was the harder and more convicting for me to write, dealt with the presence of both antinomianism and legalism in the lives of the Pharisees, though it mainly focused on the legalism aspect. It was a summary of a sermon given by my pastor on Mark 7:1-13. It was a hard-hitting sermon for me, as I realized that I had been living under the law to a large degree. I wasn't trusting in the law to save me, but I was seeing the law as soap to wash me clean before Jesus. I was trying to earn favor with both God and men by being a "good Christian." I was placing unneeded safeguards around my life to keep me pure before God, without realizing that my heart needed to change in order for my works to matter at all. I was focusing on the "doing" of things rather than the motivation behind them.

Last week's sermon talked about the tradition of the elders from Jesus' day. The tradition of the elders was a set of "extra-credit" rules and regulations of Judaism that were kept by the elders - special types of hand washing and the like. The common people did not generally keep the tradition of the elders, but those who wanted to be hyper-spiritual did. As my pastor talked about aspects of the tradition of the elders, I could not help but feel a twinge as I called to mind the tradition of Susan - areas in my life that I had structured to make me feel hyper-spiritual, even while denying this as I did it.

I have purposely lived my life in a radical way (even for a conservative Christian) so that I was different. I have been prideful of my difference, even as I denied that this was wrong; after all, I was concerned with not following the crowd, which is a very good thing. But in so doing, my heart was not in the right place. I latched onto many ideas that are good (and some Biblically mandated), but turned them into a way to paint myself as different than others. There I was leaping away from the pit of conformity, merely to fall into the pit of tradition and hierarchical living. I was proud to be different because I wore ankle-length skirts, I liked bluegrass music, I was ghostly pale from avoiding the sun, I was reformed in doctrine, I didn't dye or professionally style my hair, I "belonged" in the 19th century, I hated most modern music, I wanted a zillion kids, I rarely watched TV (and never reality shows), I didn't wear make-up, I cooked from scratch, I was home schooled, and I did this, this, and this that was different from our modern culture. I was proud of my distinction, and oh, so bigoted. (All of the above listings are still true for me, by the way, but my pespective has changed.)

This morning's sermon was about what it means to be clean (as were the other two) and about the barriers and distinctions we put up to keep us feeling special and distinctive. It fit perfectly with the previous sermon, which had exposed to me various aspects of the tradition of Susan. I have heard few sermons that include an illustration of race without sounding PC, but this was one of those rarities.

Racism is a consequence of fallen sinners trying to make themselves feel better. Racism builds a sense of superiority and cleanliness by demoting others. I'm white, so I'm okay. They're black, so they're dirty. If someone else is dirty, then in comparison, we're clean. Furthermore, our whiteness is something no one can ever take away from us (I'm ghostly pale, so I must get extra credit. . . ), so we're all the more secure in our superiority.

Now, I'm guessing that most of my readers do not struggle greatly with black-white racism, but if you're like me you have your own forms. My pastor gave many examples of other distinctions we give ourselves to make ourselves feel better. Your struggle may be race, or it may be gender, educational level, political views, or socioeconomic status. It may be the fact that you are physically fit, or generous in giving, or busy in work or ministry. My form of bigotry was type of education. I underscore it in this post because I have been continually prodded to do so over the past few weeks, though I have resisted it.

In my second post on grace I sketched three areas - clothing, entertainment, and education - that I had identified as ones that Christians (especially conservative Christians, and extra especially home schoolers) turn into a fencing of the law. Please see that post for a definition of the fencing of the law, which is related to the tradition of the elders and with self-cleansing bigotry. I chose the three aforementioned areas because they were areas which I recognized that I had weaknesses, either in the recent past or up to present. The rest of this post is devoted to my struggles in the third area, education.

As I took notes on each of the three previous sermons, the Holy Spirit was convicting me of something that had become a form of bigotry in my life, an aspect of the tradition of Susan, part of my own brand of legalism - home education. You may ask how home schooling could have been that in my life. I can only answer with this: home education held that role in my life because it was unnecessarily exalted and upheld by me as the answer to society's ills. You see, only Jesus is the answer to society's ills, though he may work through good, solidly Christian movements like home schooling. Only Jesus can do helpless sinners good.

The rest of my post will no doubt surprise most of my readers, but I write it as a broken Pharisee who has resisted the writing of this post for the past few weeks, though I felt it was needed. This morning's sermon was merely the straw that broke the camel's back as I have wrestled with this issue over the course of the last few weeks and even months. I am fully aware that most of my readers are avid supporters of the home school community, and before I continue I want to clarify that so am I!

I would like to make a disclaimer that the purpose of this portion of my post is in no way to bash the home education movement nor accuse others of falling into this same form of bigotry under which I was in bondage. Home schooling is something that was - and still is - very near and dear to my heart. I am so thankful to God for blessing me with parents who chose to educate me at home - and do it with excellence - and I will always cherish the close family bonds we formed as a result. I love home education, and think it is often the best choice for Christian parents. I am who I am to a large extent because of my background as a home schooler, and for that I am truly thankful.

The purpose of this portion of my post is to confess my own legalism and prejudice in this area, in the hopes that others will not make the same mistake. I am detailing my own shortcomings in this area, not others. My parents have, to some degree, recognized this problem in me for years, and have consistently worked to moderate me in this area. Sometime I feel that my parents are in my life if for no other reason than to make sure I don't leap off the cliff of the extreme right. I need their balance in my lives, as I am oft' reminded.

My problem was that I was putting my self-worth in the fact that I had been a homeschooler (and planned to homeschool my own children). I was "holier than thou" because I supported the "correct" method of education. I saw the problems with the vast majority of educational methods and latched onto home schooling as the solution. Homeschooling was the solution to negative influences, to peer pressure, to familial discord, to youthful rebellion. Because I was a homeschooler, I was more clean-cut, more straight-laced, more conservative, more focused, more educated, more this, this, and this. Let's face it, I was just better.

Now, granted, I denied that this was so. Of course I'm not saying that I'm better simply because I was homeschooled. . . , I would clarify if questioned, but I still thought it in my heart and lived it in my actions. Home schooling was the correct choice, and since I had chosen education as a "really important area" when I had played pick-and-choose with the law - see my second post on grace for more on this - then I was all the more convinced of the "rightness" of my views.

Another disclaimer is necessary here. I still consider education to be an important issue - a very important issue in fact. The training of the younger generation is pivotal to the survival and future condition of the church of Christ. Take a look at my post on the catechism just as one example of how I feel on this issue. The discipleship, training, and education of young ones is a very important issue! The purpose of this post is not to blur rightful distinctions between various forms of education. My purpose is only to confess that I have wrongly exalted home education to a "super-Christian" standing, and discredited other valid forms of Christian education. They are few and far between, but they do exist outside of the homeschooling community.

In my bigotry I was focusing on a specific method of education, rather than the mindset behind the education. The mindset behind most forms of education is wrong; I truly believe that to be so. The mindset behind (most) home schooling is very good, and solidly Biblical. Parents are responsible for the training of their children - amen! Family is important - amen! Negative influences should be carefully monitored - amen! Christ should be central to education - amen! The only way to do that is through homeschooling - say what?

You see, I had taken an important topic like education, correctly identified important aspects of education, and then safeguarded and exalted myself by forwarding a particular method that showcased those aspects as the answer to the problems of education. It was my own version of bigotry, my tradition of Susan, my brand of legalism. It was wrong.

Do I still consider home schooling to be an excellent form of education? Yes, if properly implemented. Do I still want to home school my own children someday? Yes; absolutely. Will I? I can't answer that. It is up to God, as He leads and directs me, and it is up to my (as yet, theoretical) future husband, who will be the covenant head of our home.

Today I am thankful for the gift of home education that God gave to me through my parents. I honor my parents for the sacrifice and excellence they put forth in the many years they trained me at home. Today, though, I no longer label myself a homeschooler in a bigoted sense, trying to make myself feel cleaner than others. I am still a homeschooler, but more importantly, I am a Christian. I am a sinner saved and sustained by the grace of God, and that is enough.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

John Piper on Training of the Mind

The headmaster of Heritage Classical Study Center - which is the school for which I teach math part-time - mentioned this article by John Piper at a meeting earlier this week. He obtained permission to republish it to HCSC's website. While short, I think it is a good basis for the rigorous training of the Christian mind. And of course, you gotta love John Piper.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Snow Can Be a Nuisance

Our good friend Erika is here for a two-day visit before she has to report back to her drama troupe tomorrow. Ashley is going to join us tonight to watch Anne of Green Gables performed by a local homeschool fine arts program. We've been looking forward to this particular production for a while :). I love all the Anne books!

Our plan for the weekend was to drop off Erika in Tennessee early tomorrow on our way up to my friend Lydia's bridal shower in Kentucky, but alas, a winter storm advisory for Kentucky has forced us to postpone the shower until next weekend :(.

But there's a silver lining to every snowstorm :). Now we get a little more time with Erika. Also I get more time to research wedding cake options before consulting with Lydia's sister who, it turns out, would not be able to be there this weekend but can be there next weekend. So, all in all, snow can be a blessing in disguise :).

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Chess, Factoring Quadratic Trinomials, and My Math Family

*sigh*

Playing chess is a very humbling experience. Always has been, probably always will be. I just don't get the strategy! It's one of those games that I wish I got, unlike football, which I wish no one got. . .

Chess is a very intricate game of strategy and great for building thinking skills. Unfortunately my poor widdle brain just can't handle it! Every time I play I end up just scratching my blond hairs in confusion. My strategy in chess is nonexistant, zilch, nada, nil. I had a 5 year old girl put me in stale mate a few months ago. Granted this was a smart 5 year old, but still!

Hannah and I just finished a game of chess (shock, she won), and I just feel like my brain oozed out of my head. It took so much mental effort. Maybe this is what most people feel when they do math.

Hehe. I got to teach factoring to my Algebra I class today. I love factoring! To me it's like a puzzle; you see the end result, you just move the pieces around until it fits. Factoring is therapeutic; seriously. Mother Dear was telling me that she remembers when she was taking Ben through Algebra I, and they got to the part on factoring; she hadn't factored in years, and she thought it was so fun that she sat down and did all 40 homework problems for fun :). Isn't my mother fun-loving?

My students were enjoying factoring until we got to the second or third example with a leading coefficient other than 1. They weren't fond of checking all the different possibilities, although they did lighten up after I explained why we only had to OI to check instead of FOIL to check :). One of my students came up with saying it that way, and I found it pretty amusing, so it stuck.

Anyway, so yes, they thought I was a bit strange for loving factoring so much. They really did understand how to factor, they just thought it was time-consuming, which of course it is when you first learn. But I had to explain to them that to me math is nostalgic. When I do math I think of my family, because that's a lot of what we did together growing up. We played math games, we talked about math, we laughed about math, we made conjectures about math. . . and contrary to what some may believe, we did have real lives too.

The headmaster of the homeschool program for which I teach seems to take a secret delight in introducing me to people at informational meetings. We've known him and his family for years, as we were in the same home school group, had many mutual friends, and went to sister churches for a while. At informational meetings for new people interested in Heritage, he introduces each of the staff in turn to the parents and gives a little background. With most of the staff he says: "And this is Mr./Mrs./Miss ______, who has taught ______ for us for Heritage for __ years. The kids love him/her, etc."

For me he says, "And this is Miss Garrison, who teaches Algebra I and Geometry. She comes from a math family." After a pause for emphasis, "Some of you may never have heard of such a thing; I hadn't either until I met her family." After another pause, still addressing the parents at the meeting, "Did you all used to tell your students bedtime stories when they were little?" Parents then nod heads. "Well, her parents told bedtime stories, but they also did bedtime math problems!" The reactions to this are truly hilarious :).

We really did have bedtime math problems, by the way. It was all in good fun, mind you! It wasn't like we weren't allowed to turn out the light until we had finished factoring our trinomials. Nothing like that. When we were preschool age or so, my dad would ask us simple, oral arithmetic problems. The most memorable were akin to this: "Okay, Hannah, if I have 20 bunnies and you take 5 of my bunnies, how many bunnies do I have left?" After our bedtime math problems, we would snuggle into bed thinking about math and bunny thieves. Sweet dreams.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Tea Party!

This weekend we had our good friends come and visit us from TN, and we 5 oldest girls had a tea party Saturday afternoon. We had fun preparing food for it and planning outfits, and of course actually having the tea party was the best part! Here are some of my favorite pictures from the event:


The kitchen staff busily prepared food for the event. Mary and I took charge of making the lemon bars; here Mary is cutting in shortening for Lemon Bars. We found an excellent recipe for these in the Hershey's Cocoa cookbook. Dee-licious!


Mary frosted "muffins" in preparation for the tea party. We decided to call them muffins instead of cupcakes; it made them sound healthier ;). Both the icing and the "muffins" were mixed from scratch of course :), orchestrated by Hannah with various assistants.

(The photographer seemed to be prejudice towards pictures of Mary, but we won't fault him/her for this oversight. . . Although not well-documented, other members of the kitchen staff also contributed).


We're all decked out in pretty clothes and ready for the festivities to begin. Sarah and I get extra points for wearing hats :); Pretty hats are so much fun, especially for tea parties.


Sarah and I pause for a picture.


Susan, Hannah and Mary smile for the camera.


Passing round the goodies and pouring the tea. We were on our best manners and used British accents, of course! Many of our feigned conversations were remarkably reminiscent of period dramas like Pride and Prejudice or Wives and Daughters :).


The "hired help" cleaned up after the tea guests were finished. Here the dish fairies pause to smile for the photographer.

All in all, it was a very fun and memorable event, and one that we hope can be repeated in the future :). What is it about tea parties that is so delightful?

Friday, February 03, 2006

Catechize your Children

Our shingles were replaced a few weeks ago, finally reversing the damage done by a hail storm early last year. The banging and clanging overhead was steady for a good bit of the day, starting at 7:30 (good thing I'm an early riser), and finally ending late afternoon. My mom, brother, and I were home for most of the day, enduring the noise. That morning, as I stepped out of the shower, I could hear, barely discernible above the noise of the roofing, my mom and brother conversing. They were in the living room sifting through my brother's things as he prepared to move to Seattle the next day (he's now living out there working for Evil Emperor Gates).

Because of the noise, I normally would not have been able to hear anything they were saying, except that it was something very familiar to me; I mentally zone in on familiar sayings or phrases even amid clamor. I have been known to discern the episode or scene - even the point in a conversation - of an Andy Griffith Show rerun from several rooms (or a floor) away, merely by the tones of voices and the background noises :).

My mom's voice: What befell our first parents when they had sinned?

I couldn't make out Ben's reply, as he was slightly farther away, but I mentally replied with him: Instead of being holy and happy, they became sinful and miserable.

When I emerged into the living room a few minutes later, I was in time for:

Q. Can any one go to heaven with this sinful nature?
A. No; our hearts must be changed before we can be fit for heaven.

"I thought I heard the catechism!" I exclaimed. Sure enough, my mom had pulled out my brother's old copy of The Catechism for Young Children and was testing his memory. Even after more than a decade, many of the questions were still fresh in his mind. I felt inspired to get out my own worn catechism, and I took a trip down memory lane as I reread the questions I had poured over and committed to memory so many years ago. I can still recall most of the answers, though the ones at the end of the catechism are a bit rusty.

My brother is only a year older than me, so we often had Sunday School together growing up. When we were respectively in 4th and 5th grade, we were together in Mrs. Thigpen's class (I also had Mrs. Thigpen in Kindergarten and then in 5th grade). Under the instruction of Mrs. Thigpen in Sunday School and my mother at home, Ben and I both memorized The Catechism for Young Children by the end of 5th grade, along with many memory verses that went along with the related Sunday School lesson. I still have my key chain full of colored, laminated memory verse cards, and I occasionally flip through them and recall them to my memory.

Let me stop here and say that catechetic instruction is rarely beneficial unless supported and propelled by parents in the home. I've mentioned before how important parental religious instruction is, and how sad it is that often Sunday Schools downplay parents' (particularly the father's) spiritual responsiblity to train their children. I believe that Sunday Schools and catechetic instruction should be in addition to (or impemented by) parents, particularly by fathers. The main reason the catechism proved beneficial for me was that my mom incorporated the catechism into homeschooling, as well as related activities. As one who has taught Sunday School, I can attest that it is very tough to have a lasting spiritual influence on children without the support and reinforcement of parents.

My old Sunday School teachers, Mr. and Mrs. Thigpen, founded Children's Ministry International a number of years ago; CMI is a non-profit organization that writes and publishes reformed children's curriculum based on The Catechism for Young Children and The Westminster Shorter Catechism; I recommend the CMI curriculum for anyone looking for a solid, Bible-based Sunday School or homeschool curriculum that is grounded in reformed principles, while presented at an introductory level. I learned the catechism in conjunction with the CMI curriculum.

Some of you may be scratching your heads at this point, as catechetic instruction is often associated with the Catholic church. The Catholics do not have a monopoly on the use of catechisms to train young children, however (and I do applaud their recognition of the importance of such instruction). Catechisms have been used for centuries, and continue to be used today, by protestants as well as Catholics to train the next generation in basic Biblical truths. Catechetic instruction is particularly favored in Catholic and reformed circles, although other groups also find such a method to be beneficial.

For those unfamiliar with catechetic instruction, perhaps a definition of a catechism would be helpful at this point. Here is the definition given by Webster's Dictionary:

CATECHISM, n.

1. A form of instruction by means of questions and answers, particularly in the principles of religion.

2. An elementary book containing a summary of principles in any science or art, but appropriately in religion, reduced to the form of questions and answers, and sometimes with notes, explanations, and references to authorities.

The catechism I learned, The Catechism for Young Children, is a simplified version of The Westminster Shorter Catechism, which was written centuries ago by the Westminster Assembly of Divines. After learning The Catechism for Young Children, I did begin The Shorter Catechism, but only barely. I have since regretted not taking the time to commit The Shorter Catechism and its scripture proofs to memory (many catechisms, including The Shorter Catechism, contain reference Bible verses, called "scripture proofs", which are memorized along with the catechism questions).

As my attention to The Shorter Catechism was brief, to this day I only remember the first (and perhaps the most important) question in The Shorter Catechism:

Q: What is the chief end of man?
A: To glorify God and enjoy Him forever.

I would be hard-pressed to find a more excellent summary of a Christian's purpose and duty here on earth than the one given above. The purpose of a catechism is to instruct and train minds to be more like Christ as they learn to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.

Young children are like young plants, eager to drink in whatever food you feed them. What better food to feed them than the truths of God? Rather than (or at least in addition to) filling their young, impressionable minds with Sponge Bob, Mario Brothers, and Barney and Friends, fill their minds with the truths of God. It will not be in vain.

Proverbs 13:14 The teaching of the wise is a fountain of life, turning a man from the snares of death.

Catechetic instruction is not about brainwashing children to become Christians, or brainwashing them to become reformed, Catholic, or any other ideology. No instruction can make someone become a Christian; only the Holy Spirit can quicken a person's heart at the direction of the Father. Catechetic instruction is about instructing children in the way they should go, in the faith that God will draw them to Him in His timing. Parents are responsible for planting and watering seeds, but the growth is up to the Lord, lest we become prideful of our success.

Brad Winsted, the current director of CMI explains it this way: We are wiring the house of the child's mind and are waiting for the Holy Spirit to flick the switch translating the head knowledge to heart knowledge.

Many wonder why the catechism? Why not just have children memorize scripture? Wouldn't that be better, since scripture is the very Word of God, and any catechism is a human interpretation of the Word and therefore open to error.

At this point, I would like to offer the necessary disclaimer: I do not hold any catechism to have the same authority as the Word of God; as such, all catechisms (and creeds and confessions) should be tested in light of Scripture. When evaluating any man-made document we should be as Bereans, diligently searching the scriptures "to see if these things are so."

I am not discounting the importance of memorizing scripture. I highly encourage the memorization of scripture. Children have an especially easy time memorizing things, so by all means feed them scripture when they are young! The best catechetic instruction is coupled with scriptural references and memorizations; I have already mentioned scripture proofs that are often included in the catechism. The catechism is a companion to and an interpretation of scripture, not on par with scripture.

Every Christian parent uses some form of human interpretation to religiously instruct his child, whether it be verbal instruction, Bible storybooks, sermons, or even spiritual songs that are not part of the inspired psalms. It is inevitable to teach and instruct based on our own understanding of scripture. The Word of God is meant to be discussed, disected, and explained. No parent would allow his child's entire knowledge of God be exclusively based on direct reading of scripture. Since such training is inevitable, it is right and good to organize and solidify training into something the child will internalize. The catechism is systematic and organized. When properly implemented, it gives a child a structured basis for belief and an organized system from which to learn - sort of a "My First Systematic Theology" book. What a child internalizes becomes part of him, and he will carry it with him the rest of his life.

Here is an excerpt from an article written by Brad Winsted, director of CMI:

Let me tell you a true story about a Presbyterian pastor who was asking a Catholic priest about why so many Catholics, when they are older and have been away from church so long, seem to want to come back. The Catholic priest's answer was immediate. "We catechize our little children and it is part of them, therefore, when they are seeking again the answers to life, their memorized catechism questions come back to them and they return again to the source of that learning.".
I still refer back to many things I learned as a young girl studying the catechism. The solid Biblical truths I learned come back to me unprompted because they are part of me. To me, sin will always be want of conformity unto or transgression of the law of God. It was through the catechism that I first internalized the realization that sin has two aspects: not being and doing what God requires and doing what God forbids. That is something I will never, ever forget.

Now that I am older, I have the ability and desire to search out the truths I first learned at my parents' knees and between the covers of my catechism. At the time, I took what I was taught in faith, believing my parents and teachers. Now I can be a Berean, searching the scriptures to test what I was taught. By the grace of God I am continuing a journey that began at the feet of my parents, as they taught me the very basic truths of God.

For those further interested in catechetic instruction, I invite you to read the following articles on CMI's website:

Why Use the Children's Catechism Anyway?

A Personal Family Catechism

Why Bother Catechizing our Children?

It is worthwhile to be a Shorter Catechism boy. They grow to be men. And better than that, they are exceedingly apt to become men of God. - B.B. Warfield

Soli Deo Gloria