Counting Down...

I've got about 8 more days until I start my month of rice which I mentioned earlier!  I'm kind of excited.  I know that's kind of weird, but I am very interested in what it's like for 50% of the world.

If you don't want to read my whole last post (I don't blame you), then I'll explain:

50% of the world's people only receive rice to eat for dinner.  It kind of blows my mind. 

So I wanted to see what it was like.  I'm starting on March 8th (I know, it's random.  My husband's birthday is tomorrow and we're going to celebrate this weekend, so I needed to push it back.  The good thing about it: Lent starts next Wednesday, so it might become my Lent deal and I'll just extend it to Easter, if I can make it). 

Are you interested in joining? 

If a month is a bit much, you could do a week.  If a week is too much, you could do a day.  I'm going to try and take pictures of my bowl of rice because I think it sounds like fun.  I'll try and make it more fun than it sounds.

If you'd like more information on hunger in the US and throughout the world, you can visit these links:
Feeding America
ELCA World Hunger
Oxfam

The Little Things

I've never really had any life-changing experiences.  Or at least I don't think I have (I feel like people who know me would tell me differently).  I've never done drugs and then realized that I had a larger calling or been in a car accident.  I feel like my life has been made up of smaller things.

I can pinpoint a few moments in my life journey that have changed me, but they always seem so little that it's almost ridiculous.  And they have always been words.

I figured that I'd share two with you.

I was sitting on the subway, the 1 train, to be exact and it was SO full.  I don't remember where I was going.  Maybe I was on the 3 train on the weekend and I was going home and it was running local.  But that's neither here nor there.  There was a woman reading a religious pamphlet and I remember it saying, "Love is a VERB" across the top.

And that's it.  But I felt like I had just discovered something important.

The other time is nearly the same thing.  I was on our church's Stewardship Committee.  A Stewardship Committee essentially helps convey the idea of why the church needs money and how they use it and how we donate our time and talents as well as our money.  The visiting pastor (who was going to give the sermon the next Sunday) handed out sheets of paper with 1 Timothy 5-6 on it.  I remember reading it and here's the part that knocked me over:

Tell them to go after God, who piles on all the riches we could ever manage—to do good, to be rich in helping others, to be extravagantly generous.

Now, I think it's important to say that this is The Message version of the Bible.  I've never been entirely fond of it.  In the NIV, Jesus always says "Truly, I tell you..." when he speaks and I LOVE it and I have a hard time with translations that don't say that.  But the word that hit me hardest was "extravagantly." 

What do you think of when you hear the word "extravagant"?  Do you think of others or of yourself?  It's a word, for me, that has always conjured up an image of women in furs and diamonds.  Extravagant.  To be extravagant in our giving...I think that's beautiful. 

Do you have any moments, little or big, that have changed the way you view the world and your place in it?

Keep Calm And Carry On

Hello again!  Did I tell you that I was headed to England?  I was the best (wo)man at my friend's wedding and I had a blast.  But a combination of too much adrenaline and tea kept me up most nights and now that I'm back in the US, I have a cold.  But I thought I'd post some pictures for you!!

The City of York, England 

The shortest street with the longest name (and the most boring shops) in York. 

The newlyweds came with me and had a fish pedicure. 

It tickles at first and then it feels like your feet are vibrating. 

 The first dance.

The wedding cake! 

My outfit. 

The hotel/wedding venue: The Churchill Hotel. 

Cutting the cake!

I Don't Like Pizza

It's true.  I have actually been told I'm UnAmerican because of this!  I don't like pizza.  When I got pizza as a child (in fact, both my sister and I would do this), we would pull the cheese off and I would take it a step further and wipe off all the spaghetti sauce.  Even now, I don't like sauce and cheese like that.  I eat the mushrooms off my pizza, give my cheese to a small child or my husband, wipe off the sauce and eat the bread.  I can't help myself.

But Super Bowl weekend, my husband got a pizza that was AMAZING.  And yes, I said it.  Amazing.  So amazing.  That I made him order it again this weekend.

It's from a small place in Jersey City called "Carmine's Pizza Factory" and it's the BBQ Chicken Wing Pizza:

And yes, that is a swirl of RANCH DRESSING on that pizza.  I love it.

My husband laughed and said, "I can't believe it took you 25 years, but I'm glad you found a pizza you like."

You can see and hear the difference in the style of helpfulness or worship when people are trying to earn God’s love and when they are trying to return God’s love. Returning love has an entirely different energy than earning love. It’s not based in fear or desperation or groveling. It’s based in ecstasy and joy. -Richard Rohr

Help Send Emilda to the Special Olympics

Help Send Emilda to the Special Olympics

This is all coming from Compassion.org:
Emilda is 18 years old. She and her family live in a crowded squatter community in the Philippines. It’s beside the public cemetery.
 
Emilda has the mental capacity of a three-year-old child. She is also an athlete.

 (Compassion.org)

In 2009 Emilda competed in the 12th Philippine Special Olympics; her performance qualifies her to be part of the national delegation to the 2011 Special Olympics World Summer Games.

With your donation she can rise above her circumstances and compete in Athens. This is an opportunity of a lifetime.

Additional Information

For Emilda, overcoming poverty comes in the form of running. In 2009 she competed in the 12th Philippine Special Olympics and won one gold medal, two silver medals, and one bronze medal in Track and Field. Her performance qualifies her to compete in the 2011 Special Olympics World Summer Games in Athens, Greece this summer.

Living in dire poverty, her parents are not able to provide for Emilda to compete, even in local competitions. Her church and child development center have absorbed the expenses for Emilda’s local and national competitions. Unfortunately, it’s beyond their ability to help her compete internationally.
The Philippine government cannot financially support athletes competing in the Special Olympics and so help must come from elsewhere.

Her need is $19,857.

This sounds like a lot of money, I know.  You know what's really crazy though?  Compassion said on their Twitter: As little as $.60 from each of our followers can give #Emilda a chance to win a medal at the #SpecialOlympics http://cintl.us/2l

60 cents?!  That's it?  If everyone gave $1, they'd have MORE than enough.  It IS attainable!

Emilda has trained and worked hard. Her mother and the director of the development center have been her champions. They’ve worked to overcome every barrier they can.

Will you join the effort to give Emilda an opportunity of a lifetime?

 (Compassion.org)

Your donations will provide for Emilda’s training and equipment expenses, as well as the travel expenses (e.g., passports, visas, food, transportation, lodging, etc.) for Emilda, her mom and her mentor, who is also the director of the development center and will serve as the family’s translator. Neither Emilda nor her mom haver ever traveled outside of their town before.


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