My family has a problem.
A serious one.
We can’t go anywhere without turning into McKinsey-like consultants.
Take, for example, Pinecrest (for non-Chagrin Falls residents it’s a new open air mall that just opened up nearby).
I love it. BiBiBop food is amazing. Who doesn’t love a Shake Shack burger? The store that sells whales on your pants. The Whole Foods French macaron & acai bowl bars. REI which inspires us to think, and yet not actually go, camping.
But why isn’t there a coffee shop there? And why, when you enter the Silverspot Cinema, do you enter through a cement staircase, walk by the bar with your 8 year old, and have to arrive 30 minutes early to get dine in service?
See what I mean?
Despite our consulting proclivities, here’s the news at 7460 Faraway Trail: Phoebe’s been in the garage figuring out drill bits for a Physics catapult project, Chloe starts competing her Amy Poehler Harvard address for Speech soon, Seb informed me (like the Spielberg director he hopes to one day become) that the script on the first Goosebumps was better than the second, and MJ is a worship minister in the making:
And let’s not forget the little guy.
And Mr. Eric Boaz and mommy chuckled out loud at this very 1990’s scene from Grey’s
Just last week, E.B. got mommy into The Alec Baldwin Show. Apparently we are the only ones. Have you seen the ratings?
I digress. On the new show Baldwin interviewed Kim Kardashian West and we found Kim to be surprisingly insightful for someone with perfect makeup who lives in Calabasas and uses the F word in casual conversation with her mom.
E.B. was particularly struck, at 4 months of age, at how Kim worries about how money could impact her children and how she struggled with being independent and then marrying a successful man (his name is Kanye if you’ve been living in a cave somewhere) and is learning to submit her schedule and needs to his.
I kinda liked KKW (although I wasn’t prepared to) because she’s being intellectually honest.
What I don’t appreciate is how Christian women can be intellectually dishonest at worst, disingenuous at best in these matters. I was reading a book the other day by a female evangelical writer who was comparing two historical dates and wrote, of a 3 digit subtraction problem, “for me all this math stuff is hard.”
What bothers me about this statement is twofold. One, she sells a lot of books so I’m guessing she kinda figured out addition and subtraction to strike a lucrative publishing deal.
But second, I have daughters. 3 daughters. And I’d like my three daughters to be successful, which usually requires one to be good at math. Because, well, math is pretty important if you want to be a lawyer, a marketing executive, or manage a family budget.
Which is why Meghan Markle’s speech in Fiji last week was so compelling. The Suits actress turned Duchess went to Northwestern University, where, ostensibly, she took a math course or two before becoming part of the Royal family.
I know about Meghan Markle’s speech because I got United airline miles last month to put towards free high brow magazines like People. Here’s what Meghan said:
“It was through scholarships, financial aid programs and work-study, where my earnings from a job on campus went directly towards my tuition, that I was able to attend university….and without question, it was worth every effort.”
Girls can be good at math. Put in lots of effort to work their way through school (I worked 2 jobs at Vanderbilt and am thankful for what that taught me). And girls can and should be successful in the workplace and at home (not necessarily at the same time as in my case.)
Girls can also be strong.
At Propel (my mom’s group on Thursday mornings), the main speaker, Christine Caine, said something powerful last time.
That “Jesus didn’t come to make us nice”.
God did not command Joshua to be trivial, weak and fearful in chapter 1 verse 9 but rather, “strong and courageous.”
Joni Eareckson Tada (paraplegic and my spiritual hero) says it best:
“We refuse to present a picture of ‘gentle Jesus, meek and mild’, a portrait that tugs at your sentiments or pulls at your heartstrings. That’s because we deal with so many people who suffer, and when you’re hurting hard, you’re neither helped nor inspired by a syrupy picture of the Lord….when your heart is being wrung out like a sponge…you want a warrior Jesus. You want a battlefield Jesus. You want mighty.”
I need to hear that. Because I’m still reeling from Pittsburgh. By the hate.
Which is why Rabbi Jonathan Sack’s book To Heal a Fractured World, offers hope: “the only force equal to a fundamentalism of hate is a counter-fundamentalism of love.”
I pray a counter-fundamentalism of love pierces the darkness of our fractured and broken world.
There is hope. Compliments of Sebby’s verse: