In this day of recession, rising prices, shrinking incomes, and disappearing investments, I stumbled onto a way to earn credits for free merchandise, just doing what I ordinarily do - search the web!
The site is http://swagbucks.com/?cmd=sb-register&rb=265933
The Swagbuck search engine seems as good as Google, and each search gives you a chance to earn credits. It should not take long to get enough credits for a gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble or Starbucks, or a number of other retailers (these were my favorites). You can can even earn Playstation or Wii systems and games. And, if you share this site with others, you earn credits when they join.
Being the untrusting soul that I am, I set up an email account just for this to see if it produces spam. So far, No Spam to this address at all.
Like Google, they provide a tool bar to make searches easy.
Don't take my word for it -- check it out!
http://swagbucks.com/?cmd=sb-register&rb=265933
Happy web surfing.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I purposely stay out of the loop of religious politics, but I stumbled upon an interesting news article today that started me thinking. ( http://apnews1.iwon.com/article/20080503/D90E0GB80.html )
The title “Evangelicals Say Faith is Now too Political” got my attention. The gist was that a manifesto has been written, by those who do such things, calling for churches to focus on the Bible to clean up our own sins, instead of the handful of political issues (abortion, and marriage) that we have used to choose political parties and candidates.
This put into words a growing conviction that I have been wrestling with. I will admit that, in the zeal of idealism, I once marched against abortion. And I still would never choose that action for myself. But as I saw the lack of compassion in the acts of hate carried out in the guise of Christianity, I withdrew from involvement in the issue.
I know my age is mellowing my perspective, but as I am repulsed and embarrassed by my southern white ancestors treatment of blacks, disallowing them to even come into their churches, I wonder if my great grandchildren might be just as shocked by my wasteful consumerism and its contribution to the depletion and destruction of the environment. It is humbling to realize that those who follow us as Christians will judge us by the Bible, not filtered by OUR culture and time, but by their own.
May those who come behind us find us faithful. And may God, and they, have mercy to forgive our blind spots.
The title “Evangelicals Say Faith is Now too Political” got my attention. The gist was that a manifesto has been written, by those who do such things, calling for churches to focus on the Bible to clean up our own sins, instead of the handful of political issues (abortion, and marriage) that we have used to choose political parties and candidates.
This put into words a growing conviction that I have been wrestling with. I will admit that, in the zeal of idealism, I once marched against abortion. And I still would never choose that action for myself. But as I saw the lack of compassion in the acts of hate carried out in the guise of Christianity, I withdrew from involvement in the issue.
I know my age is mellowing my perspective, but as I am repulsed and embarrassed by my southern white ancestors treatment of blacks, disallowing them to even come into their churches, I wonder if my great grandchildren might be just as shocked by my wasteful consumerism and its contribution to the depletion and destruction of the environment. It is humbling to realize that those who follow us as Christians will judge us by the Bible, not filtered by OUR culture and time, but by their own.
May those who come behind us find us faithful. And may God, and they, have mercy to forgive our blind spots.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Strange Game of Tug of War
Have you ever played individual tug of war? It's a children's game where two people grab opposite ends of a rope and try to pull the whole thing over to their side of a line. Usually there is a marker such as a knot at the center of the rope to show progress toward either side.
Well, imagine such a game where the object of the game is to keep the knot as near the center as possible for as long as possible. If the rope moves too far to either side, both players lose. If you quit pulling, both players lose. It would be exhausting and demotivating, and worthy of the type of torturous contests devised on Survivor.
Would you want to play? What would your strategy be? Pull softly? Discuss strategy and work as a team? What do you do when one or both players are tired?
Believe it or not, most of us have chosen to play this game. It is called marriage. Obviously, the only strategy that works is to talk and continue working as a team, but we often get tired of that. One person on a team tends to pull harder than the other. Sometimes one or both players just lay down the rope, and may not even notice. Sometimes both people pull as hard as they can, forgetting the object of the game, and add to the exhaustion and frustration (not to mention anger!). Often one person talks, but nobody listens.
We admire teams, who have practiced the game for years, who stay alert to where the knot is, and continually make corrections. They may not even need to discuss it often, but just know their partner well enough to compensate to keep the knot in the center. I especially appreciate seeing the players who notice that the knot has moved too far to their own side and adjust. That seems to be a blind spot for most.
Some days, I wonder why I got into this game 38 years ago. I doubt my husband and I will ever master it. We have completely lost sight of the knot many times on one side or the other. A few times, we both let go of our ends of the rope. But we always have grabbed it back and gotten it more or less centered.
One of the odd things about this game is that it is addictive. When it is going well, it is highly satisfying, and seems effortless. There is a real rush from working together as a team. Then, about the time you think you have mastered it, someone falls asleep at their post or gets distracted, and things get out of balance once again.
Last night we spent an hour or so looking for the knot. We both were convinced that it was on the other one's side of the line. Sometimes finding the knot is harder than getting it back centered! But we will hang on to the rope and continue the search. It is what we do. We may discover the knot in the center where it belonged, but with both of us pulling so hard that we did not notice. How in the world do we get our team mates confused with our opponents? Just one of the strange twists of the Game.
Well, imagine such a game where the object of the game is to keep the knot as near the center as possible for as long as possible. If the rope moves too far to either side, both players lose. If you quit pulling, both players lose. It would be exhausting and demotivating, and worthy of the type of torturous contests devised on Survivor.
Would you want to play? What would your strategy be? Pull softly? Discuss strategy and work as a team? What do you do when one or both players are tired?
Believe it or not, most of us have chosen to play this game. It is called marriage. Obviously, the only strategy that works is to talk and continue working as a team, but we often get tired of that. One person on a team tends to pull harder than the other. Sometimes one or both players just lay down the rope, and may not even notice. Sometimes both people pull as hard as they can, forgetting the object of the game, and add to the exhaustion and frustration (not to mention anger!). Often one person talks, but nobody listens.
We admire teams, who have practiced the game for years, who stay alert to where the knot is, and continually make corrections. They may not even need to discuss it often, but just know their partner well enough to compensate to keep the knot in the center. I especially appreciate seeing the players who notice that the knot has moved too far to their own side and adjust. That seems to be a blind spot for most.
Some days, I wonder why I got into this game 38 years ago. I doubt my husband and I will ever master it. We have completely lost sight of the knot many times on one side or the other. A few times, we both let go of our ends of the rope. But we always have grabbed it back and gotten it more or less centered.
One of the odd things about this game is that it is addictive. When it is going well, it is highly satisfying, and seems effortless. There is a real rush from working together as a team. Then, about the time you think you have mastered it, someone falls asleep at their post or gets distracted, and things get out of balance once again.
Last night we spent an hour or so looking for the knot. We both were convinced that it was on the other one's side of the line. Sometimes finding the knot is harder than getting it back centered! But we will hang on to the rope and continue the search. It is what we do. We may discover the knot in the center where it belonged, but with both of us pulling so hard that we did not notice. How in the world do we get our team mates confused with our opponents? Just one of the strange twists of the Game.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Death of a President
Gerald Ford died last night at the age of 93.
They showed a recent film clip of a very frail Ford walking with President George W. Bush. When did he get so old?
I remember the uncertainty as he took office. Imagine, the United States of America being led by someone that we did not even elect as Vice President!! But, there was mass relief at closing the ugly book on Richard Nixon's Watergate scandal, followed by public shock at having the nasty book ripped from our hands, as he gave Nixon a full pardon. Mostly, I remember him tripping as he climbed down the steps of Air Force One.
What I don't remember is the fast forward to the old man that succumbed to death last night. He made quite a journey in his life. Over the next few days, diplomats and members of the press will say nice things about him and his 2 years in office. His wife Betty of over 50 years has already made an elegant statement. His children, grandchildren and great grandchildren will gather to pay honor. The nation, and the world, will watch.
I wonder if he would count his two years as President as the pinnacle of his life? He touched the world, and in touching it, left his unique impression on it. But I wonder if, perhaps to him, the legacy he left in his family had more value. He and Betty molded their family in their image. Their descendants still bear that shape.
Most of us will never get to be President of the United States. But my children do bear my image. (That is not always a wonderful thing, but it is what it is!) Perhaps I have the opportunity to modify the shape slightly in the life of my grandson. My time on this journey is going by quickly, but I will be remembered by those who remain when I am gone. I wonder what type of legacy I will leave?
They showed a recent film clip of a very frail Ford walking with President George W. Bush. When did he get so old?
I remember the uncertainty as he took office. Imagine, the United States of America being led by someone that we did not even elect as Vice President!! But, there was mass relief at closing the ugly book on Richard Nixon's Watergate scandal, followed by public shock at having the nasty book ripped from our hands, as he gave Nixon a full pardon. Mostly, I remember him tripping as he climbed down the steps of Air Force One.
What I don't remember is the fast forward to the old man that succumbed to death last night. He made quite a journey in his life. Over the next few days, diplomats and members of the press will say nice things about him and his 2 years in office. His wife Betty of over 50 years has already made an elegant statement. His children, grandchildren and great grandchildren will gather to pay honor. The nation, and the world, will watch.
I wonder if he would count his two years as President as the pinnacle of his life? He touched the world, and in touching it, left his unique impression on it. But I wonder if, perhaps to him, the legacy he left in his family had more value. He and Betty molded their family in their image. Their descendants still bear that shape.
Most of us will never get to be President of the United States. But my children do bear my image. (That is not always a wonderful thing, but it is what it is!) Perhaps I have the opportunity to modify the shape slightly in the life of my grandson. My time on this journey is going by quickly, but I will be remembered by those who remain when I am gone. I wonder what type of legacy I will leave?
Saturday, December 23, 2006
I wonder what they heard...
I love the marvel of birth. I have often watched newborns, facinated with their every move, and in awe of the power they hold to mold the future. Today I listened to the familiar story of the birth of Jesus once again, this time read by a child. As much as I love babies, I have never worshipped an infant.
I am facinated by what the wisemen (kings?) saw in the stars that made them so certain that this child was worthy of worship. They were motivated to make a very long journey to see him, and did not turn away when they found him a child with a simple family of limited means.
Today, I found myself wondering what they expected from him. I'm sure they had ideas and hopes of what path his life might take. Did they expect a powerful warrior? Did they expect an earthly king? Did they know he was God come to live among us? Could they have expected that he would sacrifice himself for us? Were they disappointed in him? They didn't exactly have CNN back then... Did they even know that he was crucified? If so, did they hear that he rose from the dead?
I do know that they never forgot that amazing day when they saw him. He drew them to himself, just as he draws us. And those whose life paths cross his are never the same again.
I am facinated by what the wisemen (kings?) saw in the stars that made them so certain that this child was worthy of worship. They were motivated to make a very long journey to see him, and did not turn away when they found him a child with a simple family of limited means.
Today, I found myself wondering what they expected from him. I'm sure they had ideas and hopes of what path his life might take. Did they expect a powerful warrior? Did they expect an earthly king? Did they know he was God come to live among us? Could they have expected that he would sacrifice himself for us? Were they disappointed in him? They didn't exactly have CNN back then... Did they even know that he was crucified? If so, did they hear that he rose from the dead?
I do know that they never forgot that amazing day when they saw him. He drew them to himself, just as he draws us. And those whose life paths cross his are never the same again.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Blue Angel
Looking at my Christmas tree I am pulled back into a procession of Christmas trees.
The 2006 one is a color coordinated and classy prelit tree that stands 9 feet tall in my 16 ft tall living room.
But when I look at it I also see the real trees of my early childhood. Those were before my parents finally figured out that they were the culprits causing my asthma attacks every Christmas! I so loved the fresh scent that long after my mother banned them, I would sneak off to a tree lot to savor the Christmas smell. We always had an angel at the top of the tree. Not a fancy one, but one my mother made out of plastic soda straws decorated with blue glitter. I thought Blue Angel was the most beautiful thing in the world.
The real trees were replaced by an aluminum "tree" with odd branches that ended in a type of pom-pom. The flood light that aluminated it alternated between red, yellow, blue, and green. My favorite effect was blue. Overall, these were very strange replacements for a living green thing! Blue Angel graced this one as well.
A series of artificial trees followed, full of a mismatched, but much loved collection of old ornaments. I loved the fragile ones, long after the gold paint was tarnished. Each year, getting out the decorations was like unwrapping presents that I had carefully prepared for myself the year before.
Then came early marriage with no money to spare for Christmas ornaments. I set the small tree in a corner, hand painted a set of wooden ornmaments from a kit, and added lots of tinsel to trim the front of the tree. Those ornaments proved to be very practical, surviving years of handling by my children. My mother gave me Blue Angel, and each year I packed a note with her, specifying which child had the honor of placing her on the tree that year.
This year the tree has no Blue Angel. But she sits proudly on top of the grandfather clock, making sure that we remember the faces of past Christmases as we share the joy of of the present. My mother and father are no longer with us. My children are grown and will not open gifts beneath our tree this year. But there is that ancient look of wonder on my grandson's face when he visits my house. I will tell him about Blue Angel, and perhaps she will preside over his children's Christmases after I am gone.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Joining the Twenty-first Century
It has finally happened... I have joined the twenty-first century by starting my own blog. I'm not sure I have anything to say that is of universal importance, but I feel a need to add my voice to the sounds of today.
I chose the name Chaotic Journey because that seems to me to sum up life. I have pursued life for periods of time as if seeking a destination, but deep down inside, I believe that life consists of the journey, and the people one touches and is touched by on the way.
Some of the best experiences of my life were not at all planned, and the greatest pleasure of my past achievements lied in the pursuit of them.
These observations are only interesting if I allow them to mold the way I view life each day, so this blog is dedicated to my notes on the journey of my life. May you have pleasant travels on your own journey!
I chose the name Chaotic Journey because that seems to me to sum up life. I have pursued life for periods of time as if seeking a destination, but deep down inside, I believe that life consists of the journey, and the people one touches and is touched by on the way.
Some of the best experiences of my life were not at all planned, and the greatest pleasure of my past achievements lied in the pursuit of them.
These observations are only interesting if I allow them to mold the way I view life each day, so this blog is dedicated to my notes on the journey of my life. May you have pleasant travels on your own journey!
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