Christmas Omletes



Are you salivating yet?

Three eggs cooked in a black Teflon pan. When the bottom of the eggs are nearly cooked add olives, cheese, cubed ham, fresh tomatoes, & a slice or two of bacon. Fold egg over enveloping meet, fruit, & vegetables in an egg-hug. Plate & drench with maple syrup. Serve with toast (butter & strawberry jam) & a glass of chocolate milk or orange juice. Don't forget your fork & a napkin.

Sounds delicious, doesn't it?

Every Christmas for as long as I can remember has started, not with sight, but with a yummy smell & homey, sizzling sounds. I wake up hearing Dad & Mom's voices drift down the hallway accompanied by the low sizzle of bacon on the grill & the clinking of a spatula on a metal pan. I lift my head off of my pillow with my eyes closed & take a deep breath of the heavenly smell of bacon & eggs. The scent of my favorite breakfast foods gives me the energy to roll out of bed & get ready for the day.

Christmas omelets are arguable my favorite Lawson family tradition. And it's not just the eggs & bacon that put this tradition on the top of my list (though, eating pig always advances a tradition in my mind). The whole experience--the sounds, the smells, the tastes, & the family togetherness--makes each Christmas omelet a special one. Christmas omelets just mark the start of a day of celebration. A celebration of the gift of Christ & the family He has given me.

Over the years, many family traditions have changed. Our family, immediate & extended, has grown & some have moved on. Get togethers aren't as practical as they used to be & this year had struggles unique to itself just as each Christmas omlet is unique from the ones that were eaten before. My selection of fillings doesn't mean that one omlet is better or worse than another, it's just different.

 I love eating my omlet, but I've never been able to finish one yet. But every year I ask Dad to make me a Christmas omlet just like the year before. Sometimes when life begins to overwhelm me I think about my Christmas omlet. I can't handle a year's, or even a week;s, worth of plans in one day. I've got to take life a bite at a time & rely on God to get me through the entire meal.

When you wake up tomorrow morning, wait to open your eyes & just take a deep breath. Breathe in life & let that enticing smell motivate you to get out of bed & taste the Lord's blessings.

satisfied

This fall I joined a core group of single ladies to study "Don't Waste Your Life" by John Piper. While I don't endorse everything Piper has published, the message of "Don't Waste Your Life" was spot on. People today are wasting their lives. Even in the amidst all the business of this life--the ball practices, workout routines, job responsibilities, & ministry opportunities--we find ourselves empty & unfulfilled. How can I live a fulfilled life?

Throughout the study, I learned that I waste my life when I live for anyone other than God. A fulfilled life is living in the light of the Cross--it's dying daily. But, like any lesson, I quickly forgot the reality of giving all for Christ. Before I knew what hit me, I was selfishly seeking my own desires, ministrying out of duty, & going throught themotions of my daily routines. Is it possible to live a satisfied life all the time?

God already knew that question was on my heart when we began preparing for "Lord of Glory." And, He already knew that I was beginning to lose my focus on living a successful, satisfied life. After the cantata on Sunday morning, several friends & church family members complimented my narration abilities. I didn't know what to say; I don't take compliments well--I blush & grow speechless. Why did the Lord choose to use me to be a witness for Him? Who am I to be worthy of spreading His Gospel to my community? I graciously thanked friends for their encouraging words & tried, with much blushing & stuttering, to return the glory to Christ.

In the midst of the buzz of blessings & blushes, one question rose in my mind & drowned out all the other questions: "how do the Lost live a satisfied life?" As a Christian, I know that I am satisfied only in Christ. The opportunity to use my talents for the Lord brings elation & joy like no other experience. What is more satisfying than using the talent God has given me for Him? If this act of sacrifice is true satisfaction, then how can someone who does not know Christ personally be satisfied in this life?

I don't know that this question has an answer, but ask yourself, "am I living a satisfied life?"

Lord of Glory

I love the Christmas season. There is no other time where Christianity is so readily, albeit ignorantly, proclaimed. Nativity scenes, with the virgin Mary comforting her newborn Son & Joseph protectively watching his young bride, stand before many homes & major businesses. Though the airways are filled with songs about Santa Clause, reindeer, & blossoming or dying love, traditional carols that proclaim the true Christmas story can still be heard. And no one is suing or declaring a violation of rights.

Yesterday my church presented its yearly Christmas cantata, "Lord of Glory" (arranged by Dan Forrest), which proclaims the love & message of Christ through music & Scriptures. Being a soprano in the choir, I was already enamoured with the musical arrangement of the cantata, but I also had the priviledge of being one of the narrators. Nothing tells the Christmas sotry like the Bible (which makes sense, since the Bible is a biography of God & His gift of eternal life through Christ). Saturday morning the choir, orchestra, & narration were combined for the first time. Though I'd been singing the arrangements in my green "Lord of Glory" book for weeks, the addition of the Scripture narration made the cantata's message almost new. The narration included typical Christmas passages from the initial chapters of Matthew & Luke, but God didn't limit His message to four or five chapters. The gift of salvation through Christ is presented throughout the Old & New Testaments. While I love reading the traditional Christmas passages, the verse that struck me this weekend was not your typical Christmas verse.

I Timothy 1:15, "This is a faithful saying, & worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief."

The sole message of the Gospel is in that verse: "Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners." Yes, Christmas is about celebrating the birth of Christ--the coming of the Lord of Glory--but Christmas is so much more than that. The reason Christ came was to save sinners, like me, because we cannot save ourselves. The title of one of my favorite Christmas songs shares the message of the entire Gospel: "Born to Die."

Christmas isn't about giving the perfect gift, extreme decorations, or songs about finding the love of your life. The reason we celebrate Christmas is because Christ, the Lord of Glory, chose to leave the perfect, holy realm of heaven to live the life of His creation so He could save us from ourselves.

lessons learned

What a wonderful semester this has been! I wish I had been more faithful in updating you in the good, the bad, & the ugly that I've experienced, but you'll just have to settle for this semester end overview. Here are a few lessons (serious & sarcastic) that I've learned over the last three months.

• God did not call me to teach elementary students. Now, don't get me wrong, I love working with younger students . . . for a short period of time. I have a growing respect for elementary teachers & I am jealous of their seemingly endless patience.
• Don't assign more than one major paper at a time. Due to my supervising teacher's schedule I had the privilege of recieving two literary analysis papers within 3 days of each other. I now understand why my English professors looked so tired the week that freshmen composition papers were due. I needed two & a half weeks to grade 30 papers; they grade twice that in half the time!
• Even teachers experience stage fright. Nerves attack everyone. No matter how prepared you are, nervous jitters will find you. Best defense: preparedness.
• So, there was this one time . . . I am easily distracted. Students have a remarkable ability to find the teacher's weakness & manipulate that weakness to their advantage. Put these two together & you get some hilarious stories that may have nothing at all to do with the lesson.
• I love English, but I still have much to learn. I may be the teacher, but I believe I've learned just as much about English this semester as my students have. In correcting my students' grammatical skills, I've found the errors in my own. I am nowhere near perfect, but I'm beginning to understand my weaknesses. No matter what the subject or experience, I always have something to learn.
• Be prepared (I hope you heard Scar singing that, because I definitely did).
  Now, preparedness is not something I usually struggle with, but, when I am ill prepared I become nervous & sick to my stomach. Prepare in advance.
• Without drama (the theatre kind) part of my soul is missing.The Lord has made it quite clear He intends to use drama (the theater kind) later in my life. For the first time in eight semesters I didn't attend play practices, cover people in stage make up, or offer input on theatrical direction. Yes, I designed, painted, & help raise a set, but I didn't get to direct. And I felt as though a huge portion of my life was missing.
• God answers prayer. My students & I have had the wonderful privilege to see God answer prayer in amazing ways. From little requests, like passing a test, to major requests, like seeing God heal my friend's mom, God deserves all praise & adoration.
• Everyone needs a break, including teachers.Too much of a good (or even favorite) thing can be a bad thing. Everyone needs a break; for me, that break can include reading a book just for fun, going to Bible study, chilling at a youth activity, or just sleeping in.
• Don't leave your camera on your desk--the students will photograph themselves & video you. I don't think this one needs much explanation. Hide your electronics.
• Surround yourself with experienced friends. I've learned more from the ladies I talk to during the lunch preperation time than anyone else. These wonderful women have been my cheerleaders & my shoulder to cry on, my confidants & my instructors.
• Morning devotions are not an option, they are a necessity. "Jesus Christ is made to me all I need." No matter how many times I sing that song, Christ continually reminds me that I cannot rely on myself for anything. My worst days have always started with the decision to ignore God & rely on myself. You'd think I would learn . . .

This is not, by any means, a complete list of the lessons the Lord has taught me. Time, & personal privacy restrictions, limit all of the experiences I could share with you. What I can share with you is that God deserves all the praise & glory for what I have been able to do. Without Him, everything is impossible.

practicing real life

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I think I've been asked that question a billion times in the past twenty years or so (that gives me two & a half years to learn how to talk & walk before contemplating such a life altering decision). I know I weighed several options in my early elementary years: ballet, USAF Blackhawk pilot, a police officer, or firefighter, but I always cherished the idea of becoming a teacher. Who doesn't want to stand up in front of a room of expectant faces & share some golden nugget of truth?

Choosing to pursue a career in education is not an easy, hands-down choice. So, you want to teach? Primary or secondary school? If primary, what grade? If secondary, what subject? Now, don't laugh at me, but my educational career choice was never a burden. I knew right away what age I wanted to teach.

I still remember Mrs. Free, my second grade teacher, asking me what I wanted to do when I grew up: "Teach high schoolers." I still remember the smile on her face, but she, & Mom & Dad, never doubted my young vision. By my freshman year of high school I knew I wanted to teach English. I had also set my heart on getting my college degree from Maranatha Baptist Bible College. Though I tweaked a few things between my freshman yeaer of high school & my freshman year of college, the core of my dream remained the same: English education at MBBC.

God made my wildest dreams come true when I moved into Weeks Dormitory in August of 2007. Four years have passed. The dream that started in second grade is almost reality. In December, I will graduate from MBBC with a certified B.S. in English Education with a minor in Dramatic Productions (a little dream God gave me while at MBBC).

So, what am I doing right now? I'm practicing real life. Which is my way of saying that I'm student teaching. I'm enjoying the final page of my undergraduate degree. God confirms my desire & passion for teaching each time I stand at the front of the classroom.

I can't wait complete practicing. Real life, here I come!

getting to know you

Have I ever mentioned that I love plays? Well, I do--& Kansas City gives me plenty of opportunities to enjoy the stage in the summertime. Mom & I have made attending plays together a summer tradition since I entered college four years ago. We've seen a plethora of theatre favorites at a variety of community theaters.

We attended Seven Brides for Seven Brothers & half of The Wizard of Oz (the show was called at intermission due to tornado warnings . . . & we were in Kansas, true story) at Shawnee Mission's Theatre in the Park. We've fallen in love with Kansas City's Shakespeare's festival where we've seen Othello & The Merry Wives of Windsor come to life on stage. 

So, why do I go to plays with Mom? It's our date time--our way of getting to know each other a little better. We share jokes, personal stories about the play, & interesting tidbits that we've picked up over the years. Our outings have allowed me to share some of the knowledge I've gained in studying dramatic productions in college. While we laugh, talk, and sing along we get to know things about each other that makes our relationship closer than ever.

We started this summer's theatrical experience with The King & I at Starlight Theatre (with Lou Diamond Phillips as the King of Siam--you know, the La Bamba guy). I have always loved The King & I -- I watched the video all the time growing up. During the prelude of nearly every song I would turn to Mom & say, "I love this part! This is my favorite part . . . really!" How can you not love "I Whistle a Happy Tune" & "There is a Happy Land"? Or what about the "March of the Siamese Children"?  

What is my absolute favorite part? Well, there are two. The first takes place in Act I as "Mrs. Anna" teaches the children. Do you know what it is? (Hint: look at the post title.) It's the song, "Getting to Know You". I love the setting, the characters, the words & the tune. The second scene, & probably my true favorite, is the  play that Tuptim writes: "The Small House of Uncle Thomas".  Even though the retelling of Stowe's story is rather inaccurate & praises the name of Buddha, Mom & I connected as we laughed at the creative movements of the actors across the stage. 

I can't wait to see what other plays Mom & I will be going to this summer. But I know one thing for sure, whatever play we are watching, we could be singing "Getting to Know You".

change

Raise your hand if you don't like change. . . . Ok, since I can't physically see you, I'm going to assume that everyone dislikes change a little. You may be one who revolts against any suggestion of change or you may be one that embraces change with open arms (& a slightly quivering heart). Me? I fall somewhere in between. Whenever change is upon me, I find myself both nervous & excited. Change means life is going to be different from here on out--I will never be able to return to "this" point in time. Change means a new direction--whether slight or drastic. But most importantly, change means allowing God to lead me away from my comfort zone & toward the glorious fulfillment of His will.

That sounds exciting, right?

Right, except when I let my selfish plans & desires get in the way. Except when I decide to hold on to everything in my life with white-knuckled clasped fists.

This summer is the beginning of a lot of change for me. While I'm excited about the opportunities that I know the Lord will bring my way in the future, I'm also terrified that life may not turn out like I've dreamt for so long.  

For the first time in four years I will not be leaving home in the fall for college. I won't share a room with 3-4 other girls in a dorm inhabited by 50-60 other Christian girls. I won't see the professors or walk the campus I've fallen in love with. I don't get to take any more speech classes & for the first time in four years, I will not be helping in a college production.

But, as sad as I am about leaving college & beginning the next chapter in my life, I'm excited about the new opportunities that lie ahead. I get to teach--not just practice teaching on other education majors. I get to minister at my home church in new ways. I get to keep in touch with friends from across the country.

Change hurts sometimes--I'm learning that this summer, too. Most of my close friends now live 500+ miles away. My older brother, his wife, & my nephew move 1300 miles away. I'm not doing what I wanted to do this summer. But you know what? God never promised that walking in His will was going to be easy. In fact, He promised that those who truly followed Him would suffer persecution. PERSECUTION. I'm pretty sure that throwing a pity-party because friends & family aren't close & that I'm not working the job I had in mind count as persecution.

So, what do I think about change? I think change is a great opportunity to learn more about myself as I conform to the image of Christ. Change is seeing that God's thoughts are more wonderful than mine & that His plans are more amazing than anything I could ever imagine.

I may not completely like change, but I know that God uses change to give me His best.