Friday, September 30, 2011

#1 - Table Tweeting - Intro

Deep down tears – we all have them – some folks more often than others. Some deep tears are joy tears – but often they are not. Sad tears seem to stick around longer.

Ross walked into the kitchen and was about to tell Hope, his wife of 40+ years about whom he met at the hardware store a little bit ago. Before he got the first syllable out, he saw his silver-haired sweetheart seated at the table - head in hands weeping next to a box of Kleenex already in use. 

He leaned slightly over his precious wife, placing one hand softly on her back and the other on her clasped hands on the table, about to fetch another tissue. In soft tones he asked, “Is your arthritis acting up again?” not really expecting a definite answer.

Hope's shaky tone didn't really tell whether her tears were joy tears or sad ones. Ross was about to learn they were both. She seemed to want to get it out and on the table, so to speak. Her husband had definite convictions about things and wasn't afraid to boldly make them known, when the time was right. Hope cherished Ross' ability to listen; really listen. She described it as 'bone-deep listening with both ears.' Well, this was a time she needed a good dose of that, as she explained through tears. 

Ross learned that while he was at the store, Tamara, the 14-year old teen who lived on the next street over, knocked at the back door. Her eyes were red and her hair a jumble. Hope had met her before but they weren't exactly 'friends'... yet. Mrs. Tappin, that's Hope, invited her in and to take a seat at the table, with a promise of a cup of cocoa to come soon from the microwave.

Hope listened then reached out and touched Tamara's arm with one finger that signaled, “Wait a minute. Slow down.” The teen wasn't what you'd call boy crazy, but she was headed that way. It was also easy to notice her cell phone never left the teen's hand, like maybe it was her security blanket in some unfulfilled way. 

The older woman began with, “Before we go further, how about you turning that thing off. We'll talk about it maybe later.” Maturity in the faith, had, in times like these, always popped a particular verse into her mind. For instance, from Matthew 6:33a; “Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness...” But just this moment, she needed to learn about teen ladies and how God was molding this one, who continued sipping cocoa with shaky hands. 

In the quiet moments between Tamara's sad tears and statements, Hope's thoughts raced around her kitchen filled with appliances and utensils. Here she was right in the very center of the proof that her kitchen table was the tool most useful to God. Her thoughts worked at reaching down into Tamara's hurt and confusion to discover a fertile spot where she could begin planting heaven-sent seeds. There'd be one row of joy, another of peace, and a long row of seeds with God's purpose. 

It was really tough, I mean really tough, for Hope to hold back her own tears. She couldn't count the number of times she'd asked God to use her; to use her heart and hugs to make an eternal difference in someone's life. At this moment, she silently asked, “God will you allow me the high privilege of showing Tamara your love; real love that almost defies description?” 

Coincidence certainly wasn't the reason that Hope's Bible was still on the table, from her morning feeding on God's words of life. The worn ragged pages were open like a clear compassionate invitation to a time and place of green pastures and still waters; just the right healing place for hurting hearts; young and old. 

Mrs. Tappin slid her open Bible closer to the teen so both could read the words. But instead of quoting phrases that would likely would sound strange to Tamara, Hope asked, “I want you to place your cell phone right next to my Bible without turning it on. Will you do that?” Wondering what was going to happen next, the cell phone was hesitantly placed next to a Bible that looked like it had weathered many a storm, many on this very table. 

Tamara. I want to tell you about love; real love. But first I want to ask Jesus to help me say the right words to you, to mend that awful hurting inside you. Can I do that? Let's bow our heads and I'll pray.” Even before Hope said the final amen, the teen felt like the rocks banging in her heart were softening. But the soil of soul must be prepared before seeds could be planted.

Mrs. Tappin spent the next few moments comparing the communication device and its batteries, phone number codes, and all the technical nuances required for texting. Some of the others the teen didn't know or whether they could be trusted with their advice and confidentiality.

Hope then picked up Tamara's hand and softly placed it on an open page of the Bible. She began the comparison. She spoke quietly, begging with all her heart that seeds would find welcome ground to take root and grow. “Tamara, this book is a tried and true communication device requiring none of the requirements of your cell phone. But more importantly, these words to be devoured and trusted in, change lives. I mean it. Reading the Bible turned my life around into joy and purpose.” 

More rocks were softening. Seeds would soon find a spot to grow. She continued, “the words from this Bible; this communication device can't even be compared with texting and linking up with others. The one who inspired these words loves you so much; each and every day; whether you are 'good' and even when you are not." 

"Tamara, the shortest verse in this Bible is, 'Jesus Wept'. Even though He made the worlds and stars and us; He wept. He wept because people didn't want to love and trust Him. He shed real tears because of all the people like the teenage Tamaras that try to fill their hearts with electronic stuff, when our hearts are really designed just for Him.” 

The conversation finished about the time the cocoa did. Hope got to use a couple of her best hugs and her best 'come back soon' invite. 

Well, Ross now understood Hope's tears. They had to be tears of expectation; tears of a burden – a bone-deep burden for young lives lost among the buttons, batteries, and broken hearts. 

The lesson to learn is that texting, teens, truth, and tears, all find their rightful place at a kitchen table like yours and mine. Be ready always with scripture open and cocoa in supply. But first always let scripture plant its seeds in your own heart; just for this day.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

#2 - Sugar Tears

God's up to something! Mrs. Tappin repeated several times out loud, as she drove home from her monthly Quilts for Christ fellowship on the other side of town. She knew it'd take the better part of tomorrow to decipher all her notes, until she got the fellowship's tape recording in the mail, in about two weeks.
That evening Hope and Ross Tappin, climbed into bed and Ross opened his old Bible of ragged pages, yellowed by time, and stained by Tappin tears; both his and hers. Ross read the inspired text while Hope kept caressing the page closest to her as though some of that inspiration, was still alive today, flowing in through her finger tips.
No sooner had Ross closed the blessed pages, than Hope almost shouted to her husband of 48 years. “Ross! God's up to something! I mean He's really up to something, and right here in me! I gotta tell you or I won't sleep a wink all night, or maybe ever!”

This afternoon at the fellowship, we had a speaker who is a registered nurse. She spoke about several ailments of older folks, and especially about dehydration and really zeroed in on dry eyes. She didn't get too technical but she had a couple of slides showing us what an incredible design God has fashioned our eyes with.” Ross had to calm Hope down twice or neither of them would get any sleep tonight.

Well, anyway, Dede, that's the nurse, told us about human tears. There's actually 3 different kinds of tears each of us use. And our tears clean, lubricate, and medicate our eyes. Ross, did you know our tears have oil and water, and even sugar in them? That's right. It's called glucose or Grape Sugar. Honey, right after breakfast tomorrow, I'm gonna call Fran and tell her our Creator is even more fantastic than we already know.”

Ross. I want to pray for us tonight. I want my heart to be wide open to all God has in store for us, whatever that might be.” She began to grab God's throne of love with her heart and words. She wanted divine direction in disciplining Tamara, the teenager from the next street over. Hope almost begged God for his leading to reach into Tamara and show her that tears and, yes, texting, are both gifts from God and therefore must be used per His directions and for His purposes. She thanked God for showing her and Ross that God is up to something. But even more, He's given us tools like tear drops that are meant to cleanse, make things work smoothly, and protect against the elements and evil in this world.
God means for us to see His good gifts; in provision, protection, and purpose. How does He want us to view stressful times? By looking through His tears; through sweet tears that are burdened for broken hearts, like Tamara's, and others we see each day.

The verse that Hope cherished, with its promise, for so many years is Psalms 126:6
He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.

Why not put a bowl of ready-to-eat grapes on your table alongside an open Bible and invite a friend over? If God has His way in your heart and conversation, you both might be smiling through Grape Sugar tears.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

#3 - Baby Tweets

It was a strange sight; an open Bible on the kitchen table, surrounded by a half dozen cell phones, smart phones, and other hand held communicators. But silver-haired Hope Tappin, a.k.a. “Gram” knew the best way to shut out lots of distractions was to have each of the teen girls turn off their gadgets and place them on the table. She rather liked the arrangement. God's Word surrounded by communication tools of today's generation. It was like the gadgets were all putting scripture center stage. Now that's a great way to start any gathering or adventure.
To make today's adventure the best, Hope led the six young ladies in prayer. After the amen Gram made good eye contact with each fidgeting girl in the group. This discipler with knuckles that knew arthritis first hand, so to speak, silently begged God to lead her actions and words in these precious moments; to make an eternal difference in these hearts around her.
Gram began with, “Girls, I want to teach you about Baby Tweets.” Before any of the girls could raise the question, Gram gave a smile and repeated, “yes. I said Baby Tweets. Let me explain before you all think I've lost my mind. I've been learning from you girls that sending short messages to each other is called 'Tweeting'. And as I heard Tamara and Candy begin describing it all to me, a while back, I could see some great resemblance to some verses in my precious Bible.” Hope's fingers again slid across the open Bible's pages slowly, like caressing the cheek of a dear friend.
She continued with her unusual Baby Tweets lesson for the girls. “God's Word; our Bible is jam-packed with promises. And tons of them are for you and I, right now; right where we live and learn. One of them I really love. Turning a couple pages she had one of the girls read, 2nd Timothy 3:16. “The Bible says all of it is perfect for rules, testing, correcting, and learning. And the next verse I think is super. The next verse includes the phrase 'unto all good work'. Girls. This Bible; God's Word is the perfect 'how-to manual' for all the things we do, that honor God. 

We'll learn more about that as we get together more.”So because you all love to tweet, the Bible tells us what to tweet and how. Now in the Bible, tweets are called 'proverbs'. Now these proverbs or tweets are packed with powerful lessons for life; here and now, and throughout our future; full of families and all. We need to read them each day to strengthen ourselves but also share them with schoolmates and others. If we don't, evil thoughts and evil attitudes will take root and grow in us.”
Gram was on a roll with, “now let's take this tweeting to another level. In God's Word there is something wonderful that happened between two soon-to-be mothers, who were cousins. Elizabeth's baby would be called, 'John The Baptist'. The other mother would soon give birth to Jesus our Lord. Well, in Luke 1:41, the Bible tells us that Elizabeth's baby leaped inside her when Mary came in near Elizabeth. Now, girls, the point here is that unborn babies hear the outside words that their mother speak and hear. So then, when we read these Bible Tweets; these Bible Proverbs out loud, the unborn babies are actually hearing and learning God's unsurpassed directions for their lives, even before they cry their first cry.”

So, strange as it sounds, you and I can, and should teach others, especially mothers, how crucial Baby Tweeting is. Because it truly pleases God, and sets a new life off on the right foot.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

#4 - Tea, Teens, 'n Tweets

I love God's surprises! The phone rang and Mrs. Tappin promptly answered. “Mrs. Tappin, this is Tamara. I'm not in any trouble or anything, but we don't have school today. I'd love to visit with you a few minutes at your kitchen table. My mom made some cookies and I could bring a few over. Would that be OK? Oh. Another thing -- my girlfriend Candy. Could I bring her along too? She won't be any trouble...” Hope put away the cereal box and deposited the breakfast dishes in the sink with a quick rinse. That special feeling just swept through her whole body and shouted, “God's Up to Something!”
Hope glanced in the mirror to make sure her silver hair didn't look like some weird rocket scientist. Her Bible was laid open on the kitchen table, ready for a battle or building a joy bridge. As fresh cups, spoons, and saucers were placed on the table Hope's heart prayer was that God would use her mightily today, in her kitchen.
Mrs. Tappin's thoughts flashed past several stressful events in her own teen years. She imagined it was doubly difficult for Tamara and her friend Candy, in these days packed with tests, temptations, and, yes, texting. But silver hair or not, Hope just put the coming events in God's hands, trusting in His many promises.
A knock at the back door had Hope hurrying to invite the two teens inside. With her best smile, Tamara said, “Mrs. Tappin, this is Candy, my best friend. Everyone at school calls her Candy Cane. She lives down a couple blocks from where I live. Oh. We parked our bikes away from the driveway.” Candy leaned her cane against the kitchen table. With words that didn't flow easily, Candy said, “Mrs. Tappin, thanks for letting me come. I wanted to, since Tam told me how you say things which make inside hurts better.”
Well, Candy... my name's Hope, but I much prefer being called Grandma or even better – Gram. You girls call me Gram and I'll fix us some tea to go with the cookies Tamara brought.”
Just as the three sat down, Gram said, “Girls. I love to have fun. And there's no better way than to ask Jesus to help us do that. Before we test the tea, I'll ask Jesus to teach us about His 'nothing-better' love.” The three held hands in sort of a circle with a gap. That vacant space was meant for Jesus to join the circle.
Hope listened intently as Candy Cane told a little bit about herself and the long unpleasant therapy sessions to treat her back problems, these last two years. Candy noticed as she spoke that Gram lightly rested her fingers on the open Bible. The teens wouldn't learn till days later it was Hope's heart-call on God to tell her what to say to the teens, and what not.
Gram slid the open Bible over in front of the three of them and moved to a page in 1st Thessalonians 4. “Girls, I've been told many times over the years to 'shhhhhhhhhhhhh’. I'm sure you have too. Most of the time it was to be quiet so I could study my best or someone nearby could study too. I guess it's a sort-of be quiet to study. But know what? I found a strange verse in my Bible, that I love so much. Yes, not only that verse, but actually the whole Bible. It's just crammed with good stuff that teaches me about joy, love, and beauty.”

Tamara, could you read verse 11?” Tamara did a really good job of reading it: “And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you;

Both girls displayed expressions that said, “Huh?”
Hope began with, “Girls, I only want us to look at four words, 'study to be quiet'. I want you to notice it doesn't say 'be quiet to study'.” Gram paused a few seconds to let the words begin to sink in. “The Bible always means what it says and doesn't contain any mistakes.”
The lesson continued. “Candy, Tamara, being quiet on the outside is really important. Sometimes we're all stirred up and stressed simply because we aren't doing a good job of shutting our lips, or switching them off, or shooing them away, or even standing still. Yes I know this 'shutting', 'switching', 'shooing', and 'standing' are not easy. But God wants desperately to help you. Let me show you how.”

Candy. Spread the fingers of your right hand on the table.” The teen did as asked. “Now we need to begin our part of getting this joy; that's the 'shutting', 'switching', 'shooing', and 'standing'; that outside work, right? But we also need to SEEK 'quiet on the inside'; first outside, now inside. Ya with me?” Both girls nodded with a soft 'uh-huh'.”
Gram touched one of Candy's fingers and said, “Now to seek quiet on the inside, we need to put our phones away and see God doing powerful and beautiful things around us. That's number one. We are to recognize the things God is already doing; things most often right near us.” The silver haired teacher touched another of the handicapped girl's fingers and said, “Second, we need to store; we need to save all the important things we hear our church leaders teach us. We need to chew on them and see how God wants to use them in our lives; yours and mine. I'll tell you the truth, I don't see how teenagers today can ever hope to have any peace and joy, when the only things they want to 'feed on' are the words of other teens, who often don't know or care about God and his intense love for us and them.”
Before going on to the third finger, Gram reviewed the first two by quizzing the girls.
The third finger was touched as Gram said, “the third finger stands for search; searching those precious scriptures. This is terribly important if we ever expect to have lasting peace and joy. Did you girls ever look at the ‘tweets’ in the Bible?” Tamara rubbed her forehead and said, “Gram. You wanna say that again, 'cuz I thought I heard you say there were ‘tweets’ in the Bible... tell me that again, but slower.”
With a smile and the beginning of a chuckle, “Yes. You heard me right. Not using any trick words, there definitely are ‘tweets’ in God's precious word, our Bible. Long, long before Twitter and Facebook God was writing out ‘tweets’ we call 'Proverbs'. Now God's tweets, His 'Proverbs', are each very, very important to everyone. So much so, that we need to include them in our own lives each day, and also share them with others.” Another smile from Gram, with the silver hair, “Now that's REAL networking; tweets from God that teach us about having/keeping peace and joy; down deep.”

Candy. You and I have just met for the first time today and I want very much for you and Tamara to come back whenever you can, and I want you to know about so many things God has given us. The fourth finger is to savor God's provisions for every area in each of our lives; at home, at school, at church, and even at my kitchen table. We must think about His goodness and we must thank Him for it all.”
Gram had Candy put both her hands on the table spread out. She then reviewed with both the girls. “Girls to have real deep down lasting joy, it takes the fingers on both our hands,” she began with a warm smile. “Tamara's left hand could be the 'outside hand'. Each of the four fingers remind us about our outside responsibilities of 'shutting', 'switching', 'shooing', and 'standing' against distractions. Then on Tamara's right hand; her 'inside hand' we remember we are to 'seek', 'store', 'search', and then 'savor'. See? For lasting joy it takes our commitment outside and also inside, too.”

Candy, you and Tamara, and I all love to receive gifts, don't we? Well, sure we do.” As Gram's fingers lightly moved across the open pages of the Bible in front of the girls, she continued with, “Girls. The greatest gift you can ever receive, Jesus Christ paid for. It was sacrificing His own life and blood, just like an old testament animal sacrifice, to pay for all our sins. The Bible communicates this to us over and over. It's a true love story; a gift of love; from heaven to each of us.”
The three girls again made their prayer circle as Gram closed in prayer. She prayed the Gospel to the two girls and asked God to help these two girls and their friends to learn how to study to be quiet. Before the girls headed for their bikes, Hope invited the girls back just as often as they wished to come. “Bring some others with you! Then we'll look at some of those juicy Bible tweets! OK?”

Monday, September 19, 2011

#5 - Shoo-Fly Pie

A Shoo-Fly Pie Mission Station”, were the words that came to mind as Hope Tappin scanned her kitchen to make sure all was in place for the soon arrival of her precious tribe of teen girls. She tested, one more time, to see that all of her silver hair was in place, and no dirty fingernails were present.

Taking a deep breath for a few calm moments she sat at her kitchen table and smoothed the tablecloth for the umpteenth time. But most important of all she made sure her favorite recipe book was open and easy to see. This recipe book was different than other recipe books you've seen. This one started out with, “In the beginning God...” It doesn't matter what you're cookin' up. The first and foremost ingredient is always God... with no close seconds.

Now just so you'll know – a Shoo-Fly Pie is a dry variation of a Molasses pie that is baked.
Oh yes. It should be mentioned that Hope is most partial to being called, “Gram”; especially by those who want to hear the life-changing recipe that starts here and reaches the depths of eternity. Hope, I mean, “Gram” would remind you of that irreplaceable first Ingredient; God. More than once, Gram has flipped those yellow ragged Bible pages over to Matthew 6 and verse 33 and would boldly proclaim, “See here! Plain as day it says, 'Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.

If you wanna really get Gram lit up, simply ask her WHAT things that verse is talking about. With tones and words sweeter than any pie, Gram will speak the richness of the previous verse, in ways you'll itch to share it with others you know.

Hope's Shoo-Fly pie was hardly out of the oven, when the eight girls all knocked at the back door, and were enthusiastically invited in. As was the custom, each of the teens turned off their cell phones and pocket gadgets and placed them on the kitchen table near Gram's special recipe book.

One of Gram's hopes was always that the girls would see their gadgets next to God's Word and store a mental picture that the two should always go together. Maybe that was their first lesson.

Hope tried to keep up with hearing all the neat things the girls had done since last week's visit, but all the silver hair and arthritis must have slowed things down. Gram silently begged God for her words of hope and love to reach the teen's hearts as she reached for a knife to cut and serve this home-made pie with the strange name.

As the last bites of the pie slices disappeared, Hope picked up the pie's recipe and told the girls, “This is the recipe for the pie you've just enjoyed. It looks pretty simple doesn't it? It wouldn't be hard for you to make at home – it's mostly molasses and sweet crumbs. Hey, know what? I'd like to show you girls the absolute strangest recipe known to man. 

With a big smile, Gram held up a blank sheet of white paper for all the girls to clearly see. Candy was the first to speak up, with, “But Gram, there's nothing on your recipe sheet! I bet you're gonna make something out of nothing, right?! My boyfriend says I'm always making something out of nothing, when we talk about stuff.” All the girls chuckled.
But girls. It's no joke. It's no trick. It actually happened, and we have record of it as a historical fact.” 

Without waiting for any wise cracks from the girls, Hope slid her special recipe book closer to the girls so they could see the words; the recipe with no ingredients, for themselves. Hope told the girls the next word after the Bible's beginning phrase “In the beginning God...” is the word “created”. The actual word is “bara”. “Now girls, the word “bara” means “to build starting with nothing.”

With good eye contact, Hope told the teens, “Right here it teaches us that God built all that is, starting with nothing but Himself. That's what makes Him God. God made all the universe by His own power, for us to live in and learn about Him.

Now here's why I'm telling you this,” Gram said as she lightly touched two of the cell phones. “God made us to be social beings. He wants us to help each other, learn from each other and help keep each other safe. Now the sad thing about all the communication we do with technology is that we don't take time to thank Him for all that we have. Just like a parent, He wants us to tell Him often we thank Him for our life, and all His provisions for us. And it makes it super exciting that we can talk to Him by just bowing our heads in prayer."

As the little Shoo-Fly Mission station closed in prayer for this week, Hope prayed the Good News of Salvation to the girls. What a way to put God first in the rest of your life.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

#6 - Beauty With Buttons

Excited” couldn’t begin to describe Zena as she almost ripped into the packing box. This had to be the absolute best gift she’d ever received.”

With that, Hope Tappin began to tell a story to her every Saturday group of teen girls as they investigate all the ins and outs of texting. Her story continued:

First out of the box was the instruction manual that had to be thicker than a CD case. Next, the charger and battery was taken out and placed on her daybed beside the manual. And then there it was – still packed in its plastic wrapper. It was beauty beyond belief. Its candy apple red plastic jacket shouted itself to be more computer than cell phone.
Adrenalin exploded into every cell of Zena’s body with the news that she now had her very own smart phone with on-board video camera, text messaging keyboard, and GPS locater.
As her dad followed the directions for installing the battery and getting it on line, he couldn’t recall more arms and legs moving since he first saw his beautiful daughter in the hospital’s “New Infants” nursery, 15 years ago.
Zena’s body finally quit thrashing as she held her beautiful red smart phone in front of a mirror. With her mind still racing, she took a picture of her reflection in the mirror and immediately phoned it to her favorite girlfriend.
Like the lungs of a newborn, her smart phone battery was getting a real workout from the very start. Malcolm, Zena’s dad, began to notice the excessive phone use by Zena. Several times he’d see her hold it to her ear while shopping when he knew she didn’t even have it turned on. Her father someway thought the cell phone held to her ear, became some kind of jewelry or a status symbol.
Malcolm discussed his concern more than once with his wife Barb, but no decisions were made. The conclusion was that Zena’s phone addiction didn’t seem to be breaking any laws and besides, all the rest of her friends were doing it. It was almost like her smart phone was a critical key; a key to acceptance by one’s peers.

Powder and the Squealers

Zena’s parents recently had briefly discussed with her the possibility of Zena working as a candy striper at the nearby hospital. But now seemed the the right time to investigate it further. Summer vacation was about to start, and her parents definitely felt their daughter needed some real challenges to fill her time that had been occupied by school.
After further arrangements were made, the daughter with the new cell phone was assigned to the nursery ward of the hospital, which thrilled Zena’s mom. The first week of 'hospital helper' orientation had Zena doing more studying and note-taking than she’d done in school. Her dedication was due to her ‘little lives are at risk by lazy attitudes and actions’ sign she had hung near her dresser mirror. This hospital helper in training, quickly adopted the credo: whether patients are big or small; whether the tasks for me are big or small – I’ll do them with my very best.

Her very best’ meant that she must leave her beautiful smart phone, with all its nuances, in her nursery ward locker; not to be touched until she headed for home. She loved every second of every day she spent in the nursery learning how to powder, diaper, and care for the newbies in zillions of tiny ways. Baby care in the nursery took on a whole new meaning the third week when she began working the night shift, with Katey, an African born African-American with a stubborn smile that never disappeared even when crying newbies exceeded the noise level of most airports.
But Zena really enjoyed the quiet nights with all the babies sound asleep, their security blankets touching their soft puffy cheeks. How beautiful and quiet they lay there, all the while their bodies inside are working full tilt, creating bigger muscles and bones to be used all their life to come?
Then it hit Zena like a ton of bricks. These beautiful little ones are helpless; powerless to protect or provide for themselves. They can’t feed or dress themselves. These little beauties are, every minute, at the mercy of whoever is watching over them; and for the moment, that’s Zena and Katey.
Many of Zena’s quiet moments on shift were spent staring down at the little faces so perfectly and individually formed. She’d imagine this one would become a powerful president of some company. That one over there would become a laboratory researcher of muscle diseases in humans. And that one over there… well, she might become another Katey with her smile that prods others to keep up the good fight even when life creates noisy overloads.

How Could She Have Done It?

Sitting at the supper table, Zena had a troubled look on her face, that mom and dad took special note of. Their daughter was rather picky about eating her food and cleaning her plate, but the adults decided she'd explain what troubled her heart when she was ready.
Mom. I did something today that I will always remember, and that it will probably cause me difficulty for the next few days.” 

Zena's mom softly said, “I'll be glad to listen, if you want me to.” "Well, the only thing is, I left my cell phone locked in my nursery ward locker and I can't get it until I go back in, on Monday evening.” We'll not mention her mom's thoughts about the oversight.
For the first few hours that evening, the teen asked herself how she'd possibly live through a whole weekend without her candy red smart phone with which she could communicate with the world. But when she woke up the next morning, she ran her hand over her soft fluffy bed covers and began thinking about those beautiful wiggly people that could do little more than grow new muscles, cry, and give you a smile brighter and bigger than any rainbow or sunset.
Through the remainder of the weekend Zena kept pondering the real meaning of 'beauty.' What is it? Is beauty a gleaming new smart phone, or the finishing touches spent with eye liner and mascara, at her little makeup table?
The youth pastor put the frosting on the cake as he used God's word to show that real beauty can't be manufactured by man. And it can't be created with eye shadow and lipstick. Pastor Dean taught his teen church group with the Bible's explanation of beauty, by starting with a newborn baby. The Bible used the word 'nativity' in showing all the blessings of beauty God has given every person that breathes. (Ezekiel 16) A few verses later, scripture explained how mankind was putting those beautiful things on their idols and worshiping them.
Then Zena's tears flowed when she read further and saw where idol worship led the parents to sacrifice (incinerate) their children in their evil worship. It was then and there, Zena decided she now knew what real beauty was, and she wanted to honor God by faithfully gratefully worshiping Him for all the true beauty He has blessed us with.

Hope ended her story with the following questions, for the girls, that we should ask ourselves also.
If you were to make a list of beautiful things in your life, what would be on the list? Would your parent's names be there? Would the beauty of a new life be listed? There can be nothing better to put at the top of my list than the beautiful promises that have come with my Salvation that was bought, once and for all, with a blood-red Cross.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

#7 - Kloud Kids

He spelled it wrong, Ross. Look. There's no K in 'cloud',” Hope Tappin told her silver-haired husband, both seated about 4 rows back in the sizable sanctuary packed with adults. Everyone was starving for answers on how to successfully reach out to youth.
The youth pastor stepped to the podium, welcomed everyone and invited Sam Henton to lead all hearts in prayer for this terribly needed blending of burdens for the youth and their spiritual and emotional future. Sam finished with an amen that was echoed by all in attendance.
Pointing at the easel and poster on the platform a few steps from him, Pastor Tom began with, “You'll all learn in a little bit, why I spelled it with a K. I assure you, it was intentional,” he said with a touch of a smile.

I know your time is valuable today as it is every day. So I'll try to be just as brief as possible. I want to talk about a stampede. Yes. A stampede. The Bible talks about one. It begins in Matthew 8:30. The details of that horrible incident in history is repeated in two other gospels. The reason for my sharing this message with you, is that you and I are in a stampede. Or more accurately, on the fringe of one that is gaining intensity even as you and I are in this room.”

As the youth pastor of this church, I believe many church leaders and parents are turning their heads from the stampede and labeling it as a lost cause. I looked up a fancy word I seldom use, but it seems to be appropriate at this time. The word is AMBIVALENCE. Ambivalence is the force; the energy that drives this stampede to the same terrible destruction as the one in Matthew. The dictionary says that 'ambivalence is a state of uncertainty or fluctuation, especially when caused by inability to make a choice or by a simultaneous desire to say or do two opposite or conflicting things.'”

Pastor Tom continued, “This uncertainty causes youth to seek the company of other youth throughout each day, in school and everywhere; easily 8 or more hours every day. The challenge of this online community; this online social network, can be visualized as a cloud; a misty group that seems to have no leader and certainly no defined goal or purpose. For emphasis, I call this a KLOUD OF KIDS.”

Now do you remember I said that you and I were on the fringe of this growing stampede; this Kloud of Kids? Each of us in this room is likely to be sucked into this kloud and share in the ambivalence unless we declare to Heaven and those around us that God has infinitely more power and love for our future generations, and ours also.”

Each one of us who truly love the Lord and believe He is All-powerful, must reach into that Kloud of Kids with our heart, to the point of tears, and see that no one in the stampede wants to be there. Their only hope is to find someone who truly cares. Can you hear their heart cries above the thundering hoof beats and clouds of dust and confusion? The dictionary word for that is EMPATHY. We must have feelings for each youth as God's pinnacle creation. Each one is a gift to this church and us as a church family.”
Pastor Tom paused a moment, and took a noticeable swallow that told everyone that what was to follow would be especially important. It was.

I want to tell you all a big secret. It's certainly no secret that most silver-haired folks are turned off by all the computer toys and gadgetry. These tech tools have me buffaloed quite often too. But the big secret is that silver-haired folks are the best people to reach into that herd of hurting hearts. Did you hear that? The two generations that need each other the most, are separated by all the technology stuff.”

You can reach into that stampede and rescue one precious soul at a time, by sharing ideas to reach the youth in real love. Partner with other adults that have Heaven-sent ideas too. That partnering; that harmony, turns empathy into sympathy. Do you want to be used mightily by God in the lives of youth today? It takes junk. It takes grownups that use broken pieces of computers as parables to teach God's incredible love and leadership."

The stampede of youth is gaining speed. There is no time to delay. Start your rescue as you begin to pray.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

#8 - Their Shoes

“GRAM HAS FALLEN! NO BROKEN BONES!” was last Tuesday's tweet that speedily got the attention of all 14 teen girls in her every-Saturday kitchen table get-togethers. Moments later more tweets followed, indicating Gram, a.k.a. Mrs. Hope Tappin, had tripped on a rug at home, lost her balance and landed pretty hard on her left hip. Her retired husband, Ross, helped her into bed and applied some ice packs. .

As one of the very first to join the get-togethers, Tamara was definitely a 'take-charge' type of teen. Just after her first class the next morning, Tamara called the Tappin's to get an update. The swelling had all but disappeared but the pain was continually reminding Gram she better stay in bed and fairly quiet.

Each of the teens had grown especially fond of Gram and her calm way of looking at every day challenges. All of the teens had clearly adopted her as their very special grandma they gleaned boatloads of comfort to be found nowhere else. Every one of the girls knew deep down, that Gram's back door was always open any day of the week for those super special private hugs that seemed to bring a teenager's world into proper focus.

Wednesday afternoon about the time that school let out, Ross answered a knock at the back door. Deena and Trudy just couldn't wait a minute longer to give their beloved Gram a hug, a get well card, and a bright colored flower. Ross saw what great healing the girl's visit did for his precious wife, Hope. Deena explained to Ross and Hope that Tamara had organized the other teens to provide some food for the retired couple while Gram was on the mend.

Saturday morning there was a rather faint knock at the back door. Ross recognized the visitor as Monica, one of Gram's Saturday broods. The teen stepped in the back door and asked if she could see Gram for just a minute or two. This was a bit unusual in that Monica was a rather shy person not given to join in any discussions with the others. Ross took a moment to see if Hope was up to a visit. He should have known that Hope was always ready and eager to touch base with her 'girls'.

Monica explained, “Gram, I'm not too good with words. I'm always afraid others will laugh at me. But my heart just pulled me over here and wants me to pray for you; with you. Ross thought, “Oh boy! Here comes more of that healing you could never put in a bottle or candy box.” Monica gently took hold of Gram's hand so gently, it might be a fragile piece of china. The wrinkled hand, often wracked with arthritis, slowly pulled the teen's timid hand toward her chest.

Ross left the room thinking there was no better communication of healing for every kind of hurt, that a hug, hand-hold, and heart-felt prayer. As Gram listened to the halting words of prayer voiced by Monica, Hope blotted a couple tears with a nearby handkerchief. It was crystal clear that Monica's communication reached beyond just spoken words, or computer tweets, or any other gadget communication made by man.

The final amen to the prayer was spoken and a kiss was left on that wrinkled pained hand. Without another word, Monica headed for the back door, thanked Ross for his hospitality, got on her bike and was gone.

That evening, Hope got a call from the secretary of her church's Quilters for Christ club. Etta explained the whole quilting club has been praying for her and wanted to know if Hope needed anything. Hope responded, “Etta, the teen girls have been just wonderful. They've really taken me under their wing, so-to-speak. If you have just a minute, Etta, I want to share something I've learned from the girls, I want to let all the Quilters for Christ in on.” “Sure, Hope. What's on your heart?”

“Well, Etta, it's just this. For a long long time I just figured most all the teens were COMPLETELY in their own world. They had their own language, with all this cell phone gadgetry and were stone cold to the needs and things of others much older than themselves. But some things have been happening around here that tell me they are not unreachable at all. Etta, they're not on a different planet unless we've exiled them there by our standing back and stereotyping them as stiffnecked digital zombies.”

By her words to Etta, Hope began painting a different picture of the teens, especially the

kitchen table texting girls. With tears Hope, and Ross too, had grown to know a little of the insides of the teens and sort-of adopted them with all their cares and hurts that fill a teens growing years. Etta learned the unexpected thing was the teens had really adopted them in return. But the two-way adoption was based on giving love; the kind of love that Jesus Christ showed the hurting people around Him.

Then Etta dropped the bomb! It was a short and simple.

“Hope, what would you think if I talked it over with some of the other quilters and see if our church club could begin an Adopt a Teen program? On TV they often want us to adopt a child in a starving country by getting a picture of them and communicating with that child. Well, what you're telling me, Hope, is that the teens here in our own neighborhood are starving just as badly. They are starving for someone to care about them, just as they are. The teens don't want to be around people that will criticize and make judgments about them, until they've walked a mile in the teen's shoes.”

“In fact, Hope, this whole Adopt a Teen thing would even deepen our own gratitude to Christ for having adopted each of us into His church family.” “Etta, can you get ahold of Tom, our youth pastor and see what ideas he has along these lines? I'm sure he's felt pretty alone in trying to reach the youth, with so many of us carrying a scared attitude of the teens, and their so-called different world, attitude of things.”

So the bottom line here, is when we're sizing up teens or choosing a king, we'd better follow God's measuring stick given in 1st Samuel 16:7.

“But the LORD said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.”

This is also a great standard for judging our own spirituality each day.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

#9 - Another Planet Times 2

They come from another planet!
I've read those words on the faces of many of today's parents and church leaders. And I hear the words, =Many of the youth today don't dress, eat, and act the way you and I were brought up to act.= That has also been voiced with frustration by the parents of most every generation, even before Jesus walked this earth.”

Let's begin with prayer asking God to give all of us here, open humble hearts in the sight of heaven and all that we've been blessed with.” The youth pastor of Ross and Hope's church led a down deep prayer for guidance in reaching a starving generation living within sight of each of us.
The pastor began, “My heartfelt thanks for inviting me to your Quilters for Christ fellowship here today. I compliment all of you on your spirit of outreach to those who will be our leaders in the very near future. Many folks, with much less silver hair than all of you, stretch out their hand toward the horizon and proclaim =it's someone else's job to 'teach them youngin's the error of their ways'=. But you have taken the first and foremost step that pleases the one true God and Creator of all who breath.”

To make sure we're all on the same page, here, I need someone to define for us, the meaning of the English word 'ALL'. Simple enough - ALL” The pastor wrote the word in large letters at the top of a nearby marker board. Then in the back of the room, Jeanie didn't think the pastor was looking for some complicated answer, so she just blurted out, “Nothin' left out!” Pastor Tim liked the answer and wrote it next to the word ALL.

I notice most of you have brought your Bibles. I think that's great. That tells me while you've come to partner in making quilts, you also see the need to bring your Bibles with you. I love it! Evidently most of you have noticed the pair of verses that give the reason and scope of Heaven's 'How-To' manual. In 2nd Timothy 3:17 we're promised that scripture throughly furnishes us unto All good work. Now 'all good work' would certainly refer to communicating with those who seem to be from another planet. Right?”
With just a hint of a smile, pastor continued. “Now remember what Jeanie said about all? Well, the verse in front of verse 17 tells us what part of scripture is important to us; all scripture; 'Nothin left out'. So then from our God Who cannot lie, we receive direction and a guarantee of harvest for reaching out to others. While there are many promises and directives in scripture, one of my favorites promises me a harvest if I plant and water the seed properly. It's Psalm 126:6 He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him. I call your attention to the words 'doubtless' and the word 'rejoicing'. But the my heart cleaves to the word 'weepeth'.”

If each of you, in your own heart don't have the proper seed and are willing to plant it with tears of compassion, you should probably stay home till you do.”
Now, I want to take my few minutes here to tell you about those you think are from another planet. You know - those leaders of our tomorrows – our youth. I'll warn you first. I'm about to make a statement you'll probably find odd. But keep listening to me and the Holy Spirit speaking to your heart. OK. Are you ready? Here goes.”

Youth today, believe the church leaders and adult attenders are from another planet. (Just as you think they are.) I better repeat that. Youth today, believe the church leaders and adult attenders are from another planet. You see, they know you won't listen to them and their heartaches because you have already prejudged them; you've prejudged them contrary to the mercy and grace directed in scripture.”

Now listen carefully. I haven't said that everything youth do today, is OK; far from it. But the big difficulty is they are trying to find their way without any compassionate mature leadership – without YOUR help. They feel like travelers caught in quicksand with no one to even passionately listen to their help cries.”

Further, youth see churches around them are addicted to presentation and administration technology almost as much as girls are addicted to communication technology and the boys to competition (gaming) technology. To help you see this, ask a teen to give up their hand-held gadgets for a week and see what they say. Their response will be exactly the same as if you tell the church to do without technology for a week – you know, the wireless microphones, music, audio, video systems and all the office computers... etc. etc.”

Now what REALLY puts the church folks on a different planet, in the minds of youth, is the total absence of messages and lessons that magnify the Bible's guidelines in technology control; both in the church and in the hands of youth and their parents. Youth want adults to understand that while no requirements exist requiring the church to use technology, by contrast youth cannot achieve passing grades in school; even in the elementary grades without DAILY technology use. Do you see the contrast here?”

All of our technology, is God's gift to us – from our lifesaving heart pacemakers, to page magnifiers for the vision challenged, and GPS when we're lost. But He also gave us scripture to help us honor Him with technology's use. Instead, we've relinquished our discipling role in guiding young hearts and minds, even though scripture commands you and I otherwise. Am I coming through? A boyscout compass or a satellite GPS system are both God's gifts that were introduced in different generations for the same purpose. But they both need faith in God and His laws to best use them.”

Now the bottom line to effectively reaching out to youth, is to be able to take all this technology the schools and society have thrown at them and see it in light of the same verses you apply to your quilting efforts. You folks pour many long hours and prayers into your quilts. Those quilt patterns are as varied as the children in our town. Set your hearts and vision, in firm unity, on bringing Jesus' love and warmth to those who maybe don't even know where to look for it, how to obtain it.”
Pastor Tim paused for a few seconds and then spoke. “May I make a few suggestions? One great idea I've already heard a few of you talk about. Your 'Adopt-a-Teen' is a marvelous way to show love while you're learning about the many struggles and stress our youth must deal with, today and their tomorrows. Get to know them. Plant that precious seed in them with patient cultivation. Do you remember the tears in our Psalms verse? Let those youth share their heart with you as you lovingly share Christ's heart with them.”

I've put two stacks of take-home handouts on the back table. The blue ones give some of the many promises God has for those who reach out to youth. The white ones explain how to begin including Bible verses for using computers, in safe ways that honor God.”
Oh by the way. Don't let the words Twitter and tweets throw you. Your Bible contains many short statements our youth would call tweets, all ready for you to savor and share. The book of Proverbs is bursting with them all ready for you to show others, how up-to-date our Bible really is. 

“Ummm. Wouldn't it be really neat to make a quilt of kids hearts?”

Monday, September 12, 2011

#10 - Time Tunnel

As silver-haired parents, listening to me now, you remember those long-ago trips as youngsters to the amusement park, the penny arcade, hall of mirrors, and reading comics about Dick Tracy's futuristic wrist radio. And then a few years later the boat trip with your sweetheart through the tunnel of love. As the youth pastor of our church, and not yet in my thirties, I can't consider any of these as memories, as all of you can,” added Pastor Tim.

“But it's crucial that I take just a few more precious minutes of your time to tell you of another tunnel you've been going through, or at least the parents of high school students have. Most every day I see these parents with a strong saddening look of bewilderment supported by their almost fearful questions of what they've done wrong, or what had made their teens and preteens so indescribable.”

“Actually, there is a term for their attitudes and actions and I believe we can even draw a circle around their manner of living here this evening, again thanks to your Quilters for Christ event today.” Tim turned to face the marker board behind him. He wrote plainly, the two words, 'Digital Native'. He again faced his silver-haired listeners and began with, “the term probably looks strange, and I'll begin to explain this way. I need a show of hands. How many of you would likely get a correct answer if you asked a teen or preteen what a chalk and slate are used for?” Only one or two hands went up. “OK. Now how many of you in this room know what an iPad is, and a little how it's used?” Again, only three of the many present, raised their hands.”

"The reason I ask these two questions is because these two items are largely at the entrance and exit of that tunnel I want to show that you have come through. You've probably used a chalk and slate, along with McGuffey Readers, listening to the wind-up pendulum clock on the wall tic-toc through the long school day, learning your multiplication tables. Your attention in later years was intently focused on growing and guarding a family as you began through that tunnel of focused attention.”

“Progressing through that tunnel, you struggled with the expanding attitudes of your children toward profanity, promiscuity, meeting the bills, and supervising dating events. That tunnel of attention didn't let you see much of the changes from the chalk and slate, to the blackboard and colored chalk. And then the Greenboard, and of all things, the white marker board – but it doesn't stop there. Still in that time tunnel, God's gift of technology gave our white marker board a brain. It's called an Interactive Marker Board. It remembers what you wrote on it; both words and pictures. It's computerized.”

Youth Pastor Tim continued his presentation with, “Well coming out of that tunnel vision of the challenged parent, we are startled by all the gadgetry that sort-of snuck up on us while our children were in class, and we were at work, in the home, or business place. The first thing Satan does is to lie to us just as he did in God's garden. We hear these strange words like Twitter, tweets, iPods, and there's that iPad thing again. 'Well, what is it?' You ask. 

Very simply, an iPad is a chalk and slate that grew up while you were in that tunnel. An iPad is about the same size as a slate, but has batteries, lights, and a computer inside. It has the ability to communicate somewhat like a telephone can, and even talk to other computers. Is it more dangerous than that chalk and slate? Probably about the same difference as your car in the driveway and your Model T at the other end of the tunnel.”

“Now here's 'where-the-tires-meet-the-road', so to speak. You have to answer the following questions in your own heart, without reservation. Number 1; is Satan more powerful now than the power God gave him on the other end of the tunnel? I'll repeat my question. is Satan more powerful now than the power God gave him on the other end of the tunnel? 

Number 2; Does the events of God stopping the sun in Joshua 10 and the backing up of time in 2nd Kings 20, prove He still has control of all that He creates? My third and last question. Does God love your children and mine any less than He did the little boy in a basket in the Egyptian bulrushes? Let's not limit our thinking of what God is able to do.”

“Whether God is using bulrushes, blackboards, batteries, or broken hearts, let's stand ready to love and lead His living breathing gifts to us. There's no going back to the leeks, onions, and non-electronic days and ways. We have the unique responsibility of using our experience and storm-tested scriptures to teach God's unfathomable love by our love and understanding. John 3:16 on a handheld slate, still begins on every iPad the world over, 'For God so loved the world, he gave...' ”

Sunday, September 11, 2011

#11 - My Own Red Cross

Their favorite spot in all the world - and they were right in the middle of it on this Saturday.

The 14 teen girls all circled around Gram's kitchen table, having already turned off their smart phones and parked them next to Hope's open Bible. There was something almost magic about that table. It seemed to melt all the hearts, young and old, into one heart that fenced out any hurt or hate.

Hardly had Candy Cane finished with her prayer for Hope's continued recovery from her fall, than Hope's silver-haired husband, Ross, entered the kitchen and asked permission to share a couple things. He took a seat so all the girls could see him and placed a cardboard box containing something on the floor beside him.

All you young ladies,” he began, “were expected to be OUR students here in this kitchen. And we're thrilled some of that has happened. But you girls have turned the tables on Hope, I mean Gram, and I. This past ten days you've shown us we were wrong. Actually we were wrong about each of you. I'd better explain."

"Gram and I had lumped each of you into the bucket of today's youth that seem to be traveling in a cloud, not knowing where you are at and which way to travel. But worse is that so many of us silver-haired folks figured you had no more heart; no more caring for others than those cellphone gadgets there on the table. Well... Hope and I apologize to each of you for judging without knowing you.”

You got the word out, about Hope's fall, when no one asked you to. But you cared. You cared each day, to bring over get well cards, that Geranium plant, and several meals. Hey guys, I mean girls, you are good cooks. If I was your husband, you'd have me fat in no time,” Ross said with a big grin of admiration. He continued. “Way back before any of you were born and they didn't even have electronic stuff, my mom taught me that when someone does you good, well, ya do 'em back. And quick!”

Ross, Hope's silver-haired husband continued his words to the teen girls.My Hope and your Gram decided we wanted to make it clear as crystal that we feel honored God has led each of you to our home.” He stood up and held the box open as Gram gave each one of her girls a rather small box and a cheek kiss. Gram directed, “Go ahead and open your gifts.”

Each jewelery box was opened with the same oohs and aahs as though each neckless within, was a personal rainbow; their own promise to be friends and helpmeets always.
Looking in Ross' direction, Hope said, “OK dad. You skeedaddle. The girls and I have work to do.” With his cardboard box now empty, but a heart bursting with joy, Ross headed for his favorite tilt back chair and a waiting newspaper.

With eye-hugs for each girl, Gram thanked each of them for their show of love. She began with a question, “Let's say that somehow you knew the fried baloney sandwiches the school cafeteria was going to serve tomorrow, was positively yucky, would you let each other know? If Becker Street was blocked off because of a water pipe break, so you couldn't get home that way, would you let each other know? Well, sure you would. And I would too. Though fried baloney usually isn't all that dangerous, you and I care enough about each other to send out our warnings. I'm proud of you.”

Now let's be honest here. You know even better than I, there are ugly-acting evil people using cellphones and that tweetin' stuff to take you places you shouldn't go and hear things that should be flushed. You know that, I'm sure.”

Well, I want each of you girls to try something next week. In among your other tweets, I want you to tweet a warning to each other and maybe even someone you know that isn't here today. Here's the warning, that you can word a little different, if you want to. The warning says, “Hurtful speech is like a mean tweet, once sent, cannot be erased.” Hope added, “the warning is less than 70 characters so that should fit in a tweet, along with a few of your own words.”
Gram handed each girl a pencil and a small piece of paper to write the warning tweet to be sent.

The girls were each careful taking home their neckless gift. It must have been Julia that first tweeted the other kitchen teens with a question, “The gold cross in my neckless has red on all four cross points. Does yours? What gives?”

WOW! What warnings you can tweet to others about their NOW and their ETERNITY.
Can you tweet others about those gifts you've received, to be cherished beyond words?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

#12 - Juggling Plates

Hope's scary illustration began with each of the dozen or so teen girls really focused on how their silver-haired “Gram” would WOW them next. Their kitchen table story teller continued.

Jackie. I'll be done with this text message to my stock broker in a minute. Be a help and turn the lights on and silence the GPS for me will ya?” With a questioning look, Jackie followed instructions.

In an aisle seat about half way back in coach, sat Trudy. She had looked forward to visiting her Florida relatives for almost a year. She really expects her visit to the Everglades and Cape Canaveral will be more enjoyable than the last of the stale peanuts that she hurriedly pops in her mouth with one hand. With the other hand she slides the boring aircraft magazine into the seatback pouch in front of her. In almost the next breath, she jerks her seatback to the upright position and double-checks that her seat belt is connected, ready for the any-second landing on runway 12, in this heavy-raining windy night.

Back up in the cockpit, the bumpy touchdown had made the texting more challenging than expected. Not every pilot can land a jumbo jetliner with one hand and send a text message with the other.” With this, Gram's illustration ended.

Gram explained to her Saturday fellowship girls, “Multitasking finds its way into our lives everyday. Most of the time we find it stressful, while just a few times we'll pride ourselves on how many plates we can juggle in the air at once – so to speak. In my little story, we quickly see two different people multitasking; the airplane pilot in the cockpit and Trudy in a cramped seat about half way back in the same jumbo jet, with her stale peanuts.”

Hope had her teens pretend each of them were Trudy, as they discussed the importance and dangers of multitasking by the pilot and Trudy too. A lively discussion followed that made the bottom line an issue of safety. Juggling peanuts and magazines is not at all to be compared with putting lives at risk trying to do more than one thing at a time in the cockpit of a jumbo jetliner.

To reinforce her point another way, Gram handed a tennis ball to one of the girls and asked her to toss it in the air just a little and catch it. Then do it five times right in a row. One time it was dropped – but quickly retrieved and the toss-catch process continued. The teen was congratulated in how well she did. Gram got another tennis ball from a nearby paper bag and handed it to the same teen who now had a tennis ball in each hand. Instructions were to now do the toss-catch action with both the tennis balls. The process wasn't quite as successful.

But Candy said it was no big deal because tennis balls bounce. You just pick them up and continue. The rest of teens shook their heads in agreement with Candy's comment.
Hope took the tennis balls away from the teen and dropped them in the paper bag. The girls were each startled when Gram pulled a china plate out of the cupboard. She handed it to Martha with the instructions, “OK Martha. Do toss-catch with it. Do it. Toss it up and catch it.” Martha held the plate horizontal and with both hands tossed it up, hardly two inches and then grasp it like it was her lifeline. Martha did it once more, and then breathed a great sigh of relief.

Hope went to the cupboard and pulled out another plate. OK, now Martha. This is multitasking. I hear over and over that teens like to do multitask texting and even get boastful about it. Here. Do toss-catch with both plates.” Almost in tears, the African American teen laid both plates on the table and with determination, said, “Gram. You mean so much to me, and I wouldn't dream of putting any of your stuff in danger. Please Please don't make me toss-catch your plates.”

Gram leaned over to the teen and gave one of her big hugs that just melted away hurts and heartaches. “No Martha. I didn't really expect you to juggle my plates.” Gram looked at the other girls and said, “Candy. I need you to help me, but I won't ask you to juggle any plates, OK?” With one hand on her cane, Candy moved slowly toward the center of the group, right in front of Gram. A third plate was retrieved out of the cubbord and placed on the table in line with the other two.

Candy. I want you to take this dry erase marker and print the names of three of the girls in our group, in the middle of each plate. Each plate will have a girl's name. Ya with me?” Candy felt a little more at ease, knowing she wasn't going to have to do anything dangerous with Gram's china plates. Candy's cane was propped against the edge of the kitchen table and the names were written. The teen, the others all nicknamed 'Candy Cane', capped the marker then placed it in front of her silver-haired teacher and returned to the back of the group.

Now girls. You remember Martha wouldn't juggle two of my plates because she thought it was dangerous and she cared about my stuff? Well, that tells me a lot about how Martha cares about me and then my plates too. Now I want you to stare real close at the three plates with names on them. I want you to pretend that each fragile plate is a person; it's one of you. Think about one of these plates being you and your feelings. None of you want your feelings hurt, or heart broken. And I know you don't want to do that to others. You don't want to break their plate, sort-of. Right?”

Well, God has given us computers and smart phones that send text messages. He wants us to be super careful when and how we're multitasking. It can be texting or talking. If we're not real careful we can hurt our friends or confuse them with directions and opinions that were not thought out.”

Now would be a good time for us to pray and in our own hearts asking God to give us good wisdom, with plain old horse sense in using our technology to honor Him and help each other. Do you know that God has made each you, something of a pilot, of the lives and decisions of someone near you. A china plate with their name on it, is held in your hands. The only difference is that your 'china plate' has their name on it. Handle it with great care and prayer.”