It's My Birthday Today

It feels weird to say "I'm 47 years old." It's a good feeling though...a milestone if you will. I have a lot to be thankful for, not just another year older, but how much, much more to do, to explore, to enjoy...to go where no man (or woman) has gone before. I am lucky to have a great family, great friends, great home, two loving dogs, and a blue Tetra in a 10-gallon acrylic aquarium! (Left Photo: What's left of the snowfall today in our back yard.)

As I'm looking back at my accomplishments and shortcomings over the last 47 years, I have to ask myself Where to now? Overall, I'm very pleased with where I am at the moment and the direction I'm headed in. My relationship with God and my crafty obsession aside, my family is what's most important to me (if you haven't gotten that about me by now.)

So what do I plan to cook up for the next 50 years? I have some really cool things planned for next coming months...beyond that, things seem blurry at the moment. I guess as long as I keep my head high, mind open to new possibilities, and new horizons, it should be another fun 50 years. So, another snow day or not, I'll sit back for a few and toast myself to the next 50 years. Won't you join in with me? (Right Photo: One of 16 Austrian Pines planted earlier in the week.)

Recap below is an intoxicating day my beloved family conspired to celebrate the day. My treasures woke me up to this one-of-a-kind egg


...for this delicious pancake breakfast; with fresh organic sweet strawberries and my favorite Oregon Chai(not in picture)


...followed by a show put together just for me


...showered with these lovely gifts mostly handmade by my treasures


After dropping the kids at Campfire office, hubby and I went to The Athletic Club of Bend for a spa treatment, lunch at Scanlon's, and (drum roll, please) a special splurge at LYS nearby. OMG...don't you just love these gorgeous new Noro sock yarns!


My friend knitted a pair of vivacious Noro Kureyon Socks recently. It is out of this world--best soft wool socks I've felt ever!

...this lovely market basket, hand-weaved/crafted by weavers in India


...one of my long-time dream comes true


my very own copy of Alice Starmore's Celtic Collection!

...and a hard copy of The Opinionated Knitter by the most admired/inspired knitter guru of all-time-great Elizabeth Zimmermann (EZ). I seldom follow patterns, but, adore what everyone is doing and then try to create my own pattern ala EZ! She touched many lives with her lively, common-sense approach to knitting. I hope to experience more learning leap in the near future.


I loaned my soft cover to a friend sometime back. She is reluctant in returning it. I hate to ask it back. Hubby obviously knew how much I miss it and knew a hard copy of it would warm my heart. Isn't he the sweetest, most sensible guy you know!! Well, at least I think so--he means the world to me next to Him.

Later in the day, the kids came home and presented me with this ginormous


Not really...it is "The Top Family Seller" Trophy for raising most money for Campfire back in February.

...and these mouth-watering $18-a-pound Spencer Steaks garnished with fruity, juicy fresh-cut mangoes


and last but not least


Double-Shot Mocha Fix...in a looooong time.

DD#1 made the most deletable carrot birthday cake secretly this afternoon while I was browsing through my presents. What a baker!


At day end, I am left with more pondering. If age brings experience, satisfaction, and at least a modicum of wisdom, it does not, alas, deliver ideal happiness. But that's precisely what makes me, one with drive and ambition, strive for more. And more will certainly come--more milestones, more rewards, more honors--all in recognition of a body of work seldom equaled. And so best wishes on my 47th birthday, Queen Sarah. It's been a long and winding road, one made all the richer by your encouragement, inspiration, comfort, or simply your willingness to listen to my non-sense musings...to light me on my way. THANK YOU, my friend! (Left Photo: One of seven deers stopped by wishing me a Happy B-day.)

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Life is NOT Drudgery or Something to Endure

"We don't water a flower IF it blooms; we water it SO IT WILL bloom. It is not our job to shape people, but to nurture who they already are."

~~Naomi Aldort


Thanks to mindful, home schooling journey, our children and I are close. We agree. We disagree. We argue. We press each other's buttons. All that occur naturally...but everyone treats one another with respect and trust. At the end of the day, we did not choose to be in each other's life. It was a gift to be a family. We have plenty of time for FUN! Our trust in each other may have been challenged--but always rebuilt--and we live joyously. We relax and snuggle sometime during the day…everyday! This is my definition of a good life.

I know there are a lot of people out there who think lives not about fun…I disagree! I don’t want to teach my kids that life is drudgery, something to endure. Life is a journey, along the way we love, learn, cry, no matter what life is gonna happen! Life has much to offer and--no--it’s not all fun, but we do have a choice to how we react to it. If we react with an open loving heart, all is well…no matter what! If that’s the one thing I teach my children, I’ll be happy.

Let's raise children who won't have to recover from their childhood.


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We’re into April already...how did that happen? Like many, I am too anxiously awaiting Spring (which has sprung briefly)...This year, law enforcement declared we may have our studded tires on 'til April 5. So, on Friday morning, hubby took the van in for tire swapping. Guess what...snow blizzard returned uninvited that afternoon and some yesterday too. We never time it right! Forecast has been saying Spring is coming by the end of the week. I hope so...we are heading to Eugene on Thursday, then Portland for a long weekend, and I dread driving in the slush and ice.


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I am really enjoying my diverse knitting group and newfound friendships. I continue to be impressed with creative and inspiring projects that are flying off everyone's needles. It's thrilling to see new creations and techniques learned and shared.


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Don Miquel Ruiz's FOUR AGREEMENTS and one of his lessons resonates with me. So, here is my intention in April: "It's not personal"--how one's actions/words are about his/her world, illusion, and experience and have nothing to do with one's own...it’s that ol’ ego gets in the way--"I’m right" or "I’m MORE right" and "You’re wrong." I intend to focus on the open heart. Maybe that will calm the crazy making mind. When someone else’s behavior strikes at me somehow, I want to remember that it’s really a combination of their karma and mine. It’s not personal. Maybe equanimity will result? We’ll see!

Besides knitting like crazy, I started a new mindful exercise this week: Sitting for a minimum of 5 minutes every day observing a picture, a scene, a verse/quote without judgement...just mindful and be in the moment.

Ready for something new and fresh and living? I am.

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Make Amend with Your Father or Mother

I have been up since 6 this morning after waking up by Sam and Peter, our friends' children; whom have spent the night here with our treasures. It was another weird day...the ground was covered in snow when we awoke. Throughout the day, it was sunny...snowy...sunny...gloomy...snowy or hailed...sunny...as if it couldn't make up its mind. Was God happy...sad...in between? Or was God empathetic towards you...your relationship with an impressionable 16-year-old daughter and your seemingly unsupportive husband, Jewls?

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Like many baby boomers, I grew up with my father whose primary role was as provider.

The lyrics to Cat in the Cradle by Harry Chapin have always haunted me because my own father was just the father in the song. Sadly, so is my father-in-law. I am absolutely horrified that this type of relationship between father and son even existed and continues in its existence. Call me naive. I don't want even one father and one son to suffer through a relationship like this.

The words to the first few verses are: A child arrived just the other day, He came to the world in the usual way. But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay. He learned to walk while I was away. And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew, He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad. You know I'm gonna be like you." It goes on: My son turned ten just the other day. He said, "Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let's play. Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok" And he walked away but his smile never dimmed. And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah You know I'm gonna be like him." And the cycle continues...

The presence of a male figure in the home does impact children. I believe It affected hubby's relationship with our daughters and son. His father made his and his sister's lives hell as they saw it. My FIL wasn't there for his children or his ex-wife. While millions of men celebrate their manhood, others try to conceal the broken relationships with their fathers and its consequences. Obviously, fathers are imperfect and this has been amplified in our society. Personally, I blame postmodern culture for fueling this negativism.

Clearly, we are being bombarded with negative concepts of fathers. We do not live in an era of Leave It to Beaver where dad knows best and we have a caricature of Superman. My experience is that many fathers of our era are trying to do the right things; however, this gets lost in the day-to-day drama of life. I love how engaged my husband is with each of our children's lives. There isn't a thing he wouldn't or haven't done...changing and washing cloth diapers, giving them bath, bottle-feed them breast-milk, doing laundry, cooking for the family, cleaning, scrubbing toilets, housekeeping, chauffeuring the kids to social activities, Martial Art, gymnastic, soccer, musical theater performances/rehearsals...whatever learning adventures take us...while I climbed the Corporate Ladder in my 17 plus years of an ambitious career path.

Personally, I live with the regret of not reconciling with my father before his passing in early 80s. I don't want to see my husband or friends (like my friend Stephanie here) having the same regret I carry for past 25 years. I pray for all fathers in the world to rekindle the fire in their bellies and allow them to live life more vibrantly, as a positive influence on their children/their grandchildren, and encourage their children to grow their dreams even if they don't see things eye-to-eye. What a wonderful by-product of getting closer to your children and father! Same goes for mothers and daughters/sons. Begin the journey of giving you and your children all that they deserve. I guarantee you will never, ever have the sort of relationship as described in Cats in the Cradle. I am thankful to see hubby is beginning to make amend with his father. First time in his life, my FIL is finally showing respect to hubby as a being, for what he knows, and as the person he has become.

Fathers are essential for a healthy family balance even though they are not celebrated as such. Obviously, there are numerous examples of deadbeat dads, abusers, and downright losers. But, if society buys into the notion that fathers are useless, how do we give our children a sense of hope for the future? We must showcase the positive things fathers are doing in the community while counseling the misguided ones. Our world cannot survive without real fathers and real men. Opportunities to communicate openly and build the father-son, father-daughter relationship have to be created. It's worth whatever it takes to achieve. I would give anything to see with a lifetime of love passing between a father and a son or daughter!

Do me a favor...read the words and take the time to act on how you feel.

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Snowy Days Confirm Winter Is Still Here In March!

I'm exhausted but had a great weekend. DD#1 and hubby masterminded a terrific Easter feast and egg hunt (more magical moments captured here.)


How was your Easter?

Winter is back in Central Oregon again--happens every year--just when we have to take the studded tires off our cars! On Tuesay morning, I woke up to a fresh coating of snow flurry in our yard...before I can even get the shovel out, snow has melted away in the walk way.


We managed to venture out to Sawyer Park for a nature walk in the afternoon. The girls thought it was funny to fish out 5 flip-flops (one didn't make it in the picture) from the river.

As a bonus, we located one of three letter boxes. Besides the normal guestbook, there was a traveling stamp accompanying by a journal of its origin, where it has been, and owner's contact information. Our friend Jenn M will contact the owner by email and drop off the traveling set at her next stop perhaps in Portland later this week.


Yesterday, it was a snow blizzard while the kids were rollerblading outside FIL home in Sunriver--sorry, no photos...silly me, I left the memory card in the computer! The kids didn't care how cold and wet it was. They had a blast while I tried to stay warm, knitting away my Oriel socks.

Did you know it's Spring Break? I didn't notice it until I realized there was no Campfire meeting, Kid's Club, 4H Sewing, Gymnastic practice...As of now, only one family responded to my nature walk suggestion for our weekly Friday gathering. Not much going on here as everyone in our homeschooling circle of friends seems to be wanting a break.

Temperature continued to plummet in the night. It was down to 18 or 19°. I went to my Knitting Group last night and, as usual, had a swell time...not only because of the knitting, it was my santuary. The group is a great mix of young and old, experienced and learning knitters. We enjoyed a glass of wine and shared our projects--WOW, I was very impressed with beautiful, creative, inspiring Jackie Sario scarves, Shawna's Elizabeth Zimmerman's Baby Surprise Jacket, Cindy's spectacular knit-along Mystery Shawl, Hildy's self-designed Swing Coat, Barb's cute baby hat, Mel's scarve with recycled silk, Judi's baby sweater with hidden pockets...ooooh, did I mention a bunch of nice ladies! I got to see some latest sock and yarn from the STR sock club--OMG, they are beautifully yummy! I don't know the color name--but it's a must have if they ever make it available. All in all, I enjoyed another great evening out and can't wait to go to Friday's morning meet-up. My new knitting buddy, Hildy, and I are going to PLAY with her undersized Swing Coat--she didn't do a gauge test; now, it is too small for her (but not for me...heehee.) Instead of frogging it, I suggest adding some cable knit around armholes...let see if it works (I actually know it will.)

Hubby and kids are playing basketball in the cul-de-sac while I continue in my prayer marathon, catching up on reading, playing with yarn and techniques...I do hope we will slip out of the freeze and get a few days of decent weather--at least for tomorrow nature walk and the fiber show in Prineville on Saturday!
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Is God in Control?

"A real god doesn't care about control. A real god already has control of everything that needs controlling."~~Orson Scott Card


A few thought-provoking threads on RCU lately have heightened my reflection and awareness to my belief system and my way of life...here mostly rambling and not sure where I am going with it at this point. I wind up on the receiving end of flames from time to time for my aversion toward carnival rides. My acumen concerning them is simply this: if you're so bored that you're willing to risk uncertain death or dismemberment for the sake of entertainment, you either fit the profile for a sociopath, or maybe, just need to get a pet.

Ah, but "God is in control" they say. I think for a minute...I know full well God certainly has the ability to be in control. He doesn't seem to take that liberty all the time. If God's Will were always done, then I'd have no reason to pray for it to be done--which I do daily as a part of on Earth as it is in Heaven--it'd just be done all the time and I'd have nothing to pray about or hope for. If God's Will were always done on earth, everyone would be living a lot more spiritually--afterall, the Bible does say, "It's not my will that any should perish, but that all should have eternal life." It's very evident by looking at society that God's Will most certainly isn't always done--if God micro-managed earth, it wouldn't be inadequate nearly as much. It seems more the likely that God is not in control--at least, He doesn't seem to want to be in control of every little detail that happens on this planet. If He were, free will would disappear, and the world would be more like a giant ant farm. So what is God's role? God's in control of the things that matter.

Granted, I can invoke God to act on my behalf through prayer. It seems, though, that those whose lives seem to be a chain of bad events are more likely the type to, rather than pray, throw their arms up and confess that "God is in control" of everything. When God is not petitioned through prayer, however, it's very obvious that God lets much of the world run itself. Rather than try and rationalize the idea of things like terrorist attacks being God's Will, it makes much more sense to understand that we live in a fallen world and the sins of one affect the many--even good people. The excuse is often made that bad things happen to me when I choose not to walk in God's Will. The catch is this: my choosing not to walk in God's Will at some point negate someone else's ability to make that same decision. I could, for example, choose to walk obediently in God's Will daily and so I pray every morning with the wind in my hair on a roller coaster because it clears my mind--but if I decide to ignore the brakes on that roller coaster I'm about to get on, that pretty much negates my own plan to let God be in control of my life unless, of course, I get an instant message telling me not to get on that coaster. Again, the only way I'm going to change the events of the world running itself is if I've been praying and invoking God on my behalf. Doing something stupid and simply trusting that God will protect me is naive in the same way that praying before jumping off a building is naive. Sure, it'd be easy to accept the idea that "it was my time" and that God really wanted me to die in say--that roller coaster accident--but do I really want to believe that God uses carnival rides to stage assassinations of God-fearing Christians? Doesn't the Bible include "Life" and "Life more Abundant" as a part of Christ's purpose? Where does a premature death come into the picture?

And this is the piece missing from most discussions about God. Rather than have my body severed by a ride run amok, God's Will is more the likely for me to use the brain He gave me. If God were in control of everything, then there's no room for wisdom and I know that I'm supposed to have that. God, in His Divine plan, somehow had to account for free will to exist and propagate on Earth and, in order to accomplish such a feat, had to disavow himself of some control in order to truly create this free will. In other words, had God not made a conscious decision to not tinker with the planet all the time and, instead, put into play a set of spiritual principles, the random events of this world would merely be a script I'd be doomed to act out, exactly as it were created. And if this were the case, there would be no need for wisdom--either natural or supernatural--because everything would play out and my dumb decisions would affect only me. Philosophically speaking, God had to blindfold Himself to push me onto the slide--otherwise, I'm just a series of predetermined events playing themselves out and there's no wisdom, no accountability, and no free will--only programming. I know that's not the case, of course, and when God took the blindfold off, He decided to help kick me in the right direction on occasion. What He didn't do was bubble wrap the planet (he left that up to Massachusetts.)

The idea of realizing God isn't occupied with every pair of socks in the bedroom drawer somehow always gets twisted to suggest that God's not watching out for me. Quite the contrary, He certainly has got my back, if I'm living right and asking for Him to intervene in my life. While God doesn't usually get caught up in making sure my tires are inflated to the proper PSI, I can certainly trust that if I ask Him to protect me and to watch over me, He'll be faithful in doing so. It's only when I become too lazy to check the tires for myself that I depend on God to be my butler instead of my savior. The same holds true when I don't take care of the environment I live in and my body.

This is where those other gifts from God come into play--like the gift of a sound mind--allowing me to think and be practical. I have a mind that tells me it's a good idea to look both ways before crossing the street. Even the ones who dance with venomous snakes do this--it would certainly be too ironic for one of them to die from a hit-and-run. God would be disappointed if He didn't get to ask them "Why in the world were you playing with snakes to begin with--don't you know they're dangerous?"

Obviously, God does protect me and is looking out for me. That's why sometimes He wants me to pray, and other times, to simply use my brain. It's not a matter of my practical mind trumping faith; it's a matter of faith without works being dead. My daily walk with God involves Him sending boats. I jump in the boat if I were smart. In one of the not-so-smart days, I end up asking God why He didn't save me from drowning.

Often times, we Christians are so focused on the supernatural that we seem to purposely ignore the natural. I conveniently forget that everything tangible is also from God--that God Himself invented physics and mathematics I consider to be mundane school subjects--or that this superior mind I've got exists because God ordained it to exist. When I take a look at the lost part of society today, I can quickly see just what a gift from God rational thought can be.

If I were to summarize my philosophy on letting God direct my life, I suppose it would go something like this: Seek the kingdom of God. If I get a word directly from God, by all means listen to it. Until that happens, I have a brain--God gave it to me--use that brain to process decisions and pray God protects me from the dumb ones. If I can't function without a prophetic word to take mustard on my hot dog, I'm not any more spiritual than the rest, I've merely lost my individuality; which is the opposite of what the true church looks like.

If I had to guess as to why some Christians fail to grasp this concept, I'd surmise it's probably got something to do with the fear most people have of taking responsibility for their lives. It's much easier to simply attribute everything in our life to God's tinkering than the idea that perhaps some of the trials we live through were unnecessarily brought on ourselves by bad decisions. I am of the breed that recognizes the present life as not only a test, but a gift--there's a life, albeit short, to enjoy while on this planet. It seems like it'd be a throw-away to spend it wondering if God wants me to step outside and do anything with it.

I find that at least some people who rely on God being in control are actually confused about their own purpose on earth. Since they don't know what that is, they go into the mode of doing nothing until they get tasked by God. Quite the contrary, my purpose has already been spelled out--I'm here to love others, to exercise good will, and to walk out my life with God--not as a puppet on strings--but as sentient creature who makes conscious decision to use the gift of life I have to live and not merely become zombie waiting for an instruction set. Until I come to identify with my specific calling in Christ, I should be keeping busy with the instructions I have.

God in Control is a place I want to be--and it certainly sounds like the safest, most ideal place to live life...but my individuality suffers when I go to the extreme and give up my own free will for the expectation that God wants to rule over every fine grain detail in my life. He created me to think--but many Christians seem to believe we have to commit intellectual suicide to remain a Christian. Perhaps the basis for their original faith might warrant some self-inspection? God is in control of the things that matter and He's left the finer details in my life a box for me to open up and discover on my own.

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Happy Easter!

Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

Matthew 28:18-20 (NIV)




You can read the Easter story from Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.


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So, what are Easter eggs all about? They represent Jesus’ resurrection from the dead and God’s gift to us — salvation from sin. I’m not sure what purpose the bunnies serve though.

I hope we are all able to find some quiet time today to reflect on the magnificent event we celebrate this Sabbath. It is truly a wondrous gift. Thank you for sacrificing Your Son, God.

Happy Easter, everyone.
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Keep God Out of Public School with an Vengance

Sharing is an interesting article from our local newspaper this morning. How many people have looked at these teddy bears and didn't see the tags? It goes to show you can't stop God's plan. One of those children needed to see the message!

Every day children are in public school, their mind are molded more to conform to the group, and they are trained to defend their new family. There is no such thing as individuality in public schools; everyone is a part of the herd. Most teachers would tell you that they strive to help children to be independent thinkers, but eventually, with their conformation complete on students, individuality gives way into what is called the community or group experience.

A process called critical thinking accomplishes this. In every lesson, and in every subject, we had critical thinking questions in public school. According to Berit Kjos' Brave New Schools: "At the core of psychological strategies such as critical thinking….this formula undermines rational resistance to the new social philosophy." Critical thinking helps to bridge the gap between what students are taught at home and what public school teaches them: oneness with the community.

My paradigm or worldview was not the same as what is being taught in public school. The things modeled for children at home like Christian values and faith were mocked. Their beliefs were challenged. They were made to think what their parents were teaching was wrong, old fashioned, and couldn't possibly have a clue. There were slogans plastered on the classroom walls Think for yourself and The Power of Learning is Within your Reach.

I tell my children constantly to think for themselves. I love them and want only the best for them. In the classroom setting and when the students receive challenges to their belief systems, the message comes across loud and clear: Your parents have nothing of value to say to you; leave their world behind; you don't need them. The result is ill-mannered, smart-mouthed behavior at home and in public places. Public school is the frying pan where your children's brains are scrambled. Think about it. It's no longer about the facts, i.e., two plus two equals four, but about the manipulations of feelings and guided imagery. Of course, many people will never freely admit this because that group experience is terribly hard to shake off.

Synthesis is dialogue to consensus, or coming to an agreement by sharing differences, focusing compromise to achieve group solution. The teacher, now sometimes referred to as facilitator, accomplishes this process. It's everyone coming together, realizing their differences, and putting them aside for the sake of the group. It's agreeing to disagree. When this happens, all individuality, patriotism, and faith disappear. You can't be part of the consensus process and keep your faith in God. Suddenly, what is important to you is okay for you, and what you believe and live by is just your opinion. The group is paramount.

As I reflected back my years in school, such group exercises were often used in many of my classes. In one exercise, each student was given a card with the name of a country on it along with a few of its exports; every student was made to stand in a circle. Then, yarn was strung from student to student, connecting the countries and showing where their exports went. The entire class agreed that people around the world needed each other to function. See how subtle this is? On the surface, this seemed like a fun exercise involving the whole class; it demonstrated interdependency and how all the world is already connected, how systems work, and how we're all supposed to collaborate together: a common message used by United Nations.

Mrs. Kjos defines consensus building as: The process by which students, schools, communities, or groups of people learn to compromise individual beliefs and ideas in order to work for 'common goals. These may be dictated from the top down (national to local), yet be promoted as grassroots ideologies. It changes beliefs through pressure to conform to group thinking.

Working together as a team, (soon) using the same currency, having the same leader(s), the same ideals, and the same minds, all over the world, is all a part of global government that United Nations proposes. This is a hard pill to swallow considering United States, as Patrick Henry declared, was founded on the gospel of Jesus Christ.

However, social engineers have utilized a concept known as conditioning. When people are fed little bits of propaganda a bite at a time, global government and other outrageous ideas would eventually sound good. In public school, the team concept (sometimes known as group work) is widely used. They also receive group grades. When they grow older, they are taught to apply that same process to everyday problems and even world problems, thus making suitable one-world citizens, a group of mindless workers. After they become adults, the things their parents may have taught them will no longer have impact on their lives because school taught them that complete tolerance and acceptance is a good thing.

This progresses further and further until eventually, they are taught that not only should all things be tolerated, but it is even desirable. Diversity, it's called. This includes the belief systems and pagan cultures from around the world. So, instead of singing the National Anthem, students will be singing the Earth Anthem (which is already sung in public schools in the U.S. and the world), celebrating man and worshiping the earth.

If it doesn't seem possible from our standpoint now, ask yourself where United States' morality was one hundred years ago, even fifty. School shootings, gang rape, and the open worship of demonic powers were virtually unheard of, as witnessed by my parents and grandparents. Today, all these things are everyday events. Teen pregnancy and violent crime have skyrocketed since 1962 when God was removed from the classroom. It's all progressive, incremental, and meant to massage the minds of America a little at a time, until the goal is reached: One World Government. This unnerved me because I knew it was true.

There is a real-life story in Mrs. Kjos' book about a girl named Ashley who was given a writing assignment to describe killing her best friend. When the teacher was confronted by Ashley's mother, opting not to do the assignment, the teacher replied, "No one has ever complained about this before." Can anyone verify that this is a favorite tactic used by teachers and administrators? I heard many. I experienced this when opting not to do an assignment in 9th grade which required listing my family tree, household belongings, annual income, and most treasured possessions. I relate to the Ashley in the story because I too was made to feel uncomfortable and left out of the class because I did not want to conform to the classroom ideologies.

Mrs. Kjos goes on to explain that this is a common argument by teachers, attempting to intimidate the parent and/or student into submission of doing the assignment given. I'm so thankful that I was not easily intimidated. Though I was ostracized for it, I didn't do the assignment, and my grades were not affected.

Also in Brave New Schools, Mrs. Kjos tells of the relationship between pantheism or the concept that "all is God, and God is all" and the public education system. She says that she, like many other parents, simply thought a multicultural education meant it simply "helps students understand other cultures and people. In reality, it trains students to view the world and its people from a global and pantheistic perspective rather than from a national and Judæo-Christian perspective."

Mrs. Kjos could not have been more correct in that statement. It happens everyday when children go to school: they read books that refer to Gaia or mother earth, they are taught to treat everyone fairly and not to hurt anyone's feelings. They are told that everyone's lifestyle is to be tolerated, even accepted. It makes no difference to them what parents have taught their children; when they are in public school, they play by the government's rules, not yours. Anything that stands in the group's way is looked upon as a threat and will be dealt with one way or another.

I am reminded of what happened in high school when the nine weeks ceremonies came up. Many awards were given to students who weren't on the honor roll because they were trying. They didn't give out many awards to academically advanced students because they didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Since advanced students in public schools are ridiculed for being smart, they need someone to ridicule so they won't feel left out.

The advanced students in public school look down their noses at homeschoolers and private school students. But consistently, the homeschoolers and private schoolers have left publicly schooled students in the dust in various competitions and nation-wide tests. This leaves government officials little else to do but damage control. With the government in control over the schools, and the schools over countless students, is it any wonder that students all over United States are generally all behaving in the same manner? "Kids will be kids," some people say, but how can so many act exactly the same? Although they are still individual in a sense, they are all in the same scheme. Someday, they will all be one group, as they have been taught, and persecute those few who are not one of them. That's what the proponents of world government are doing and that's how they like it.

In "The Deliberate Dumbing Down of America," Charlotte Iserbyt explains how educators today believe that humans are expendable. Have you ever wondered why companies have a "Human Resources" department? In Outcome-Based Education, or OBE people are treated as nothing more than a job, a utility, or a source of service. The social engineers think ahead a period of time and ask themselves how many people they will need for a certain job. These are people at either the county or state level Workforce Education board. Then, they back map to present day, deciding how the human resources would best serve the community.

I was asked as early as first grader to decide what I wanted to do when I grew up and stick with it. The answer I gave would place me into the desired slot where I would best fit according to my ability (see Karl Marx's "Communist Manifesto"), and I would follow that path and be tracked for the rest of my life. This is the planned economy rather than a free market economy based on the system of supply and demand.

That's what the system wants to do: turn a student into a lettuce chopper or baggage handler or tour guide, or what have you, based on these "assessment tests" they are so fond of giving. What if I wanted to go to college? What if I wanted to become a chemical engineer or get my Ph.D. in math or physics? The fact is most students are not chosen to go on to higher learning. In fact, they are, and will continue to be, discouraged. They will blend in to the background of mediocrity and live out their lives as "useless eaters."

Most of the people in the system have no idea what is happening to them or why. Many teachers, administrators, and counselors have been trained to believe that what they do is the best for the children they do their best to "nurture." I know I am stepping on a lot of toes with my meandering thoughts whom I call friends. You may turn your back on me and/or openly display your displeasure with me. I am sincerely sorry...but this is my voice.

My sole intention is to encourage by the knowledge that there is one from my generation who sees the big picture. May I further encourage you? There are many more who know the truth and see things the way I do. I am not alone in my viewpoints. I try to stay informed, face throughout the day issues dealing with the way things are in the media, society, and public school, keep learning about the foundation documents of our country such as the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, their meanings, the rights we have, and enjoy from God which are protected by them.

Many of you have written, confirming what I have stated. It is imperative to fight for what is right. The only way to ultimately protect our children from the mind-altering mess in public schools is to remove them and place them in a place where government does not reign supreme: home school or private school. It is also important that the school receives no money whatsoever. Wherever the government is involved, so is their agenda. If you take their money, you have to take their priorities and goals too.

There are other people who also know about this dumbing down. I am not the only one! We may certainly be in the minority, but I am reminded of a certain quote attributed to Samuel Adams: "...It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds." As much as people don't want to hear it, this message that we're deliberately being dumbed down is exactly what we need to hear. Greed and arrogance drive this machine.

After being in public school for 12+ years, I defended the system. Because of a certain chain of events, I became aware that the right thing to do was to get out. I was persecuted for my actions when I rocked the boat by my own mother. In her eyes, I was a troublemaker, a black sheep who had nothing better to do than to interfere with my life. The supposed friends I had turned on me for the sake of the group when I agreed with her. Score another point for team building.

Thank you, Sally Allphin of Tri-Valley Explorers (wherever you are--Nashville or Boston,) for showing me how important it is to do the right thing, no matter what.
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