Every now and again, Facebook trends pop up and many people will follow along and before you know it, your newsfeed is filled with pictures. I don’t typically go along with these trends anymore but with this latest “How hard has age hit you?” one, I’d thought it would be funny to post because of some of the radical hairstyles I’ve had in the past. As more and more of my friends posted, and I saw the pictures they chose and the comments that followed, it sparked a few thoughts.
In November, I turned 34. I know it’s not old to some people, yet it is to some, especially the junior highers I teach. This has been the first age where age has been more on my mind. We spend so much time, money, and energy trying to fight looking our age (which I’m still trying to understand what a 34-year-old is supposed to look like). Lately, I feel like I’ve put more stock and pride into the fact that people are surprised that I’m 34. I still get carded a lot, and not the kind of carded where they’re being nice and say they have to card all people under 50. I’m talking the kind of carded where their response is sometimes actual surprise that they mistook me for being under 21. I’ve been mistaken twice now at my school for being a ninth grader (which honestly I don’t see that one). So, what’s the problem with all this? The problem is that when I’m not carded or get a huge surprised reaction, I get down on myself. I begin to see age as a problem and not a beautiful thing.
With this Facebook trend, I’ve noticed a few things. One, how people’s well-intentioned comments of “you’re still beautiful,” “you’re aging backwards,” etc. all insinuates that if you don’t age a certain way, it’s not beautiful. I also wonder how many people out there were afraid to post their before and after pictures because they see themselves as aged and old. When the matter-of-fact is, along with adults, teens are also posting pictures with heavy filters to hide their natural lines and flaws on their face. It’s crazy to think that teenagers, in the pinnacle of their youth, are afraid that they have anything but airbrushed skin. We wear make-up, get fake lashes, color our hair, pencil in our eyebrows, and all the other things to keep us from looking our age. I’m victim of this too. I also am guilty of looking at myself in the mirror some days and when I see the evidence of my age, I cringe. But why?
The Bible tells us that evidences of our age are crowns of wisdom. The evidence of our age shows that we are human and that we have experience, wisdom (hopefully), and that it’s all beautiful. Today, I am reminded to embrace and love the age I am because I SHOULD look and be different at 34 than 23. That doesn’t mean I have to start shopping in the “old lady” section of stores, or that I can’t wear make-up and use products that will help keep my skin looking “young.” What it does mean is that I don’t have to feel any less of a beautiful, empowered person because I might actually look my age, or if I get carded, or if I don’t look like the 11-year-ago-version of myself. You are beautiful. It’s okay to take care of yourself but don’t hate your age, don’t hate the wrinkles, don’t hate the weird jiggle under your neck (what is that anyway?!!). Instead love it because A) you are loved and B) you can try to change those things, but aging is happening and if you’re so focused on trying to avoid it all the time, you’ll miss the point of that age.
As some of you may have already known, a few weeks ago Matt and I went to San Diego. It was a work trip for him, so we made the best of our time together when he wasn't in classes. We enjoyed San Diego like any other tourist - we went to Coronado Beach, explored the Gaslamp District and walked up and down the boardwalk that wrapped itself around the San Diego Bay. One thing we did not predict was the reminder given to us as we met and conversed with the local homeless population. Now, I have worked with homeless on many occasions across this country, but to be honest, as of late it had been easier to ignore. I would still acknowledge our local homeless with a smile and sometimes a wave, but would justify my lack of giving. It became easy to ignore and forget the precious times I've had in conversation with homeless men and women.
In San Diego, the reminder hit like a freight truck and with that reminder brought a bit of wisdom. As Matt and I sat on a bench that overlooked the bay while basking in the sun and watching as boats and ships of various sizes passed by, our tourist moment was interrupted. Down the stairs, a man with a cane came and struck up a conversation with us. He was articulate, fairly joyful and from what we could surmise, he was genuine. His beard was peppered grey with remnants of red, his forehead perspired greatly under the hot sun although it wasn't enough for him to take off the jacket he was wearing. His hands were gritty and swollen, bearing the years of homelessness and a black widow bite he had gotten a few weeks before. As he introduced himself to us as Joseph, he looked us in the eye and asked if we would be willing to buy him a sandwich. How could we turn anyone down who asked us to put food in their stomach? The closest food place was a taco stand, so we told him to hang tight and we'll get him some food. As we returned, we gave him the bag of food that began an almost two hour conversation. I've never seen anyone consume food so tenaciously, which he later expressed that he hadn't eaten in a few days. He shared honestly about his struggles with a failed marriage, which led to an alcohol addiction and losing his job as a further result. He was an "Okie from Muskogee," who came to San Diego on a job lead that ended up falling through. Here he was - homeless in San Diego with failing kidneys, no family, a cataract in his left eye (which is why he needed a cane) and with little hope left.
Tears welled up behind my aviator sunglasses as I heard his story. I thought to myself, "how do people get to places like this?" How can this man not see how wonderfully and fearfully he was made? Dinner was approaching and we had to meet with some of Matt's work partners, so we told Joseph that we'd like to buy him lunch the next day and to meet us at 2:00 at that very same spot. That night, our hearts were heavy. We wanted to find a way to help Joseph. We took to the internet and searched a few different things based on our conversation with Joseph that we thought could help him reconnect with his family and get treatment.
The next morning, Matt had to attend his training classes and I continued to search for options to present to Joseph. When Matt had a break throughout his day's work, we kept to our end of the bargain and picked up a big BBQ brisket sandwich with a heap of potato salad for Joseph, we couldn't wait to see how excited he'd be when he opened the bag! We arrived at our predetermined spot ten minutes early and sat on the bench; waiting, praying and playing out the scenario in our heads. Two o'clock came and went and Joseph was not in sight. My heart sunk and broke. I wanted to find him. I wanted to tell him our ideas. I wanted to give him our gift.
Well, we had to do something with the food we bought and there were plenty of homeless along the boardwalk who would certainly be grateful for a meal. But how to choose? There were several to choose from just within our general proximity. We saw a young man off in the distance and had remembered seeing him a few times since our arrival. At first sight, he seemed unapproachable and kept his head bowed but Matt wanted to give to him. As we neared, he stood up and seemed a bit skiddish once he realized we were walking towards him until we greeted him with a cheerful hello and then he lit up. We told him that we wanted to give him lunch and he happily received the bag with a high-pitched "thank you!" We started talking to him and found out that his name was Bryan and he was Chula Vista. He asked us if we would pray for him, he said he prays everyday that he would have food. We spent some time praying for him and every time we thought we were done praying, he would have another Scripture for us to pray specifically over him. I thought, "how fascinating - this guy has so much faith!" He didn't ask us to pray that he would get out of his situation, yet that God would provide for his daily needs and guide him.
We left Bryan so he could eat his lunch and went on our way, with both of our heads spinning. As Matt and I walked and shared our thoughts about all that happening within and around us, we happened to see Joseph fast asleep on a grassy knoll next to another man that we could only assume was homeless as well. The sounds of horns, bicycle chimes and loud chatter didn't even bother the two sleeping men. We didn't wake Joseph, although we did actually wait for about 20 minutes to see if he would wake up because we didn't know if he was passed out drunk or not. In the 20 minutes, neither moved an inch. While sitting there I came to a couple revelations and I share this whole story because they surround this experience.
The first revelation was the gravity of what is missed when we don't show up for potential opportunities. Not giving Matt and I any credit or accolades AT ALL, but we were willing to do what it took, as much to our abilities, to help Joseph. Yet he didn't show up to receive a blessing that could have potentially gotten him out of his present circumstance. He remained asleep and in his present state. He continued with his routine-as-normal and lost out on a blessing. I realized in that moment that he may go the rest of his life believing that nothing will ever work out for him or that we just can't ever catch a break. He will never know what could have been! Now, you could say that we could have woken him up and given him all that we claimed to have wanted to give him but honestly, it didn't seem right. There's power in asking and seeking. There's power in showing up and following through. It was not like we were trying to teach him some sick or twisted lesson by not waking him up, but one thing I've learned about helping others is they have to want to help themselves as well. I wonder how many opportunities I, myself, have missed because of my routines or comforts.
My other revelation was about the power of asking. At this same time, I was reading a book that some acquaintances of ours recently wrote called Spiritual Seeds and it highlighted the power in asking. It was interesting to see the distinction between Joseph's and Bryan's forms of asking. Joseph outright asked Matt and I for food, in which we were able to provide for him. Bryan prayed daily for his "manna" and God was able to use us to provide him with his "daily bread." What he was ultimately doing, as he prayed, was seeking the Kingdom of God first. "Most of us live so far beyond our daily bread that we are lulled into a self-sufficient slumber about our asking" (Strain, 20). Both received what they needed for that ONE day, but something tells me that Bryan will have what he needs daily due to those daily supplications. "Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you." Matthew 7:7
My point of all this is not to make Matt and I look like generous and compassionate people because remember, this was a slap-in-the-face reminder about the humanity behind the label of homelessness, but a charge for people to seek (aka show up) and step out of routines because you never know what blessing you could potentially miss. And lastly, when you're seeking, seek first the Kingdom of God and ask God because it's been in my experience that He's the only one who can deliver in the most unimaginable ways. Just a thought...
Expectations are everywhere. No matter who you are, where you come from or what group(s) you identify with, expectations are always present. It can be hard to fill so many shoes and put on different faces everyday. Expectations are not necessarily bad, they can allow us to be challenged and grow but sometimes they can cause a heavy weight on our shoulders. Being a part of any community, you're going to find yourself trying to live up to some standard and many times, being a part of a church family isn't any different.
I don't think churches (most of them, anyway) are trying to be destructive when they place expectations on their members. Especially in places where people may look to you as a role model, mentor or example, it is not unreasonable for a church to say, "hey, this is how our church wants to be represented..." Considering the fact our actions speak louder than words, it is important to be vigilant about maintaining a lifestyle that aligns with what you believe. However, no one is perfect and we are all hypocrites from time to time. Now here is what expectations are NOT supposed to do: conform you and mold you into someone you are not. Sure, things about you may fall to the wayside as you pursue Christ, but that's not the church working in you, it's your relationship with God that's developing you.
The more I found myself trying to fit a mold and conform to a popular consensus, the less successful I was. I have realized the more I just am the person who God created me to be, the more favor I find and the less frustrated I become. People are drawn to authenticity, not to a fabrication. You don't have to be anything other than yourself. The passions that drive you, the things that inspire you, the things you're interested in - are all things that you should be using to minister to others. It's almost as if you don't have to try because it is flowing out of who you are naturally. You don't have to do things a specific way because your peers or colleagues do it one way. Use what YOU know! Use your own creativity! I have spoken of this several times, but when I think of this concept of changing the world out of who you are, I think of Moses in the Bible. Many already know the story, but here you have this man who grew up in privilege because he was drawn from the water. He watched day in and day out with pain in his heart as his own people were enslaved, until he could not take it anymore and he reacted by killing a soldier who was beating a Hebrew slave. Out of fear, he fled and eventually established himself in a new town and could have lived the rest of his days in mediocrity. Until one day, God led him out of his mediocre day-to-day, isolated him and then commissioned him to save the very people his heart broke for. Of course God would help him fulfill the task, but together, they would change the lives of people forever.
Think about it, out of who Moses was, God fulfilled his passions. Moses could have settled with his life in Midian and to be honest, probably would have died there somewhat contently, but he would have never lived out his purpose. A lot of people miss the mark in life because they settle for what everyone else is doing or wants them to do. God gives us the desires of OUR hearts, not someone else's heart for us. Be bold about who you are and represent it proudly. Each person represents a different facet of the church universal, so you were meant to add and when you add something that means you are bringing something to the table that wasn't already there. You, as you are, were meant to add - not conform. BE YOU because you are beautiful, original and have something to offer!
Probably many of you have been curious as to why I helped start a local women's snowboard group called 'No Bunnies' and then turned around only to write for a magazine called Snow Bunny Magazine. A pretty contradicting move and seemingly hypocritical, especially to those who fought alongside me to remove the negative snow bunny stigma that men have placed on female shredders for years. I have to admit, at first, I was skeptical. The name certainly irked me but I was trying to keep an open mind. During the first several months of my involvement, I had gotten to know the faces and personalities behind the mag but I was not sure of its direction. I have learned to love being a woman in all of its diversity - there certainly is not ONE way of being a woman - but I had reservations about if this mag fit what I thought the snow culture and its women represented. Before the mag officially launched, we were doing fashion shows, photo shoots and bar hopping events, which really was counter to my own personality and interests. But after the mag launched and articles started coming out, I felt more comfortable with the vision and direction of the mag. Yet, I still fought accepting the title, because I did not want to be affiliated with such a negative stigma.
Then it happened. The subject of 'No Bunnies' came up in a meeting. It looked a little odd that one of the core staff members was headlining a local group that, in appearance, seemed to undermine the mag. At first, I was upset. Not because I did not see the contradiction, I understood where they were coming from. I was frustrated because 'No Bunnies' was something so dear to me. 'No Bunnies' helped give girls in our local snow community a place to gather around and identify with other women. It became a group that encouraged women to progress and helped garner a healthy competitive appetite. It unified our local women and created a close knit family; it was a place to recognize and praise each other for our accomplishments. I did not want to let go of the name because I did not want to seem like a sell-out. I sat down and really began to think about my motivations for this mag and what I wanted to add to it. I wanted to write about our local snow scene and women; I wanted to give women's issues a greater voice and a grander platform to showcase accomplishments. And yes, I wanted some of the perks that come with writing for a magazine (hey, I am being honest).
Misty brought up the fact that Snow Bunny Mag can do more for the snow scene in the long run than 'No Bunnies' ever could (and not in a condescending way). I mulled on this concept for a few days, while talking to various women, including other 'No Bunny' co-founders and here is what I have taken away from all this. Yes, I was embarrassed of the title 'Snow Bunny'. Myself and others have tried to avoid this stereotype for a long time and you know what? People are always going to stereotype and have fixed notions about particular groups of people, no matter how hard you try to avoid them. In fact, at the end of last season, I had a kid call me a "snow bunny" and meant it in a negative way, until I showed him up in the park. My point is, I choose to team up with those who care about women and the things they love, and not care about those who seek to tear others down. Snow Bunny Mag represents a vast array of women, from the stereotypical snow bunny to the hard core outdoor enthusiast. Who am I to tell a girl what kind of woman she should be? Sure, I want to encourage healthy self-worth and images, but when it comes to common interests, it's not up for me to say we all have to agree. If a girl wants to wear make-up and look all cutesy on the hill, it doesn't hurt me and ultimately, it is not my place to judge her for that. So if we have an article about waterproof make-up on the slopes, it has an appeal to certain women, maybe not to all, but to some it does. I have found that women do a great job at dividing themselves. We constantly compare, judge (even if it is secretively), and out-do one another instead of working on our acceptance, love and encouragement to one another.
So here it is, the title 'No Bunny' will be no more. Instead, I am changing the name to 'knoW bunny". The idea of the group will remain the same and you are more than welcome to call yourself whatever you want. I have decided that I am teaming up wholeheartedly with Snow Bunny Magazine because I feel it will give women the voice, attention and recognition they deserve. We have been thankful for all of your support, ladies. We hope to put on more women-focused events and continue to write about the awesome things that make up so many different types of women. I am blessed to have a diverse set of women in my life, it just shows how fearfully and wonderfully each one of us are made. As Misty has stated about the mag, "we're not a feminist magazine but a feminine one". Hope you all understand and share in this exciting next step for our local scene, I truly feel like this is a good move. Love you all so much.
I have to admit, it is somewhat surreal that I have completed this round of upper-division schooling. Several years ago if you had asked me if I was going to go back to school, I would have probably told you I was meant for travel and 'real-life' education. Looking back at my transcripts, it is rather comical and a rather telling story of a woman who underwent a supreme transformation. It humbles me because I know I did not do it alone. Many of you know I am a Christian, no big surprise there and many of you may expect a monologue of how God has changed my life. I believe though that actions speak louder than simple words, although words carry power. I think many of you who have known me for any length in time can attest to the changes made in my life. Some of you may deduce it to simple personal strength and overcoming negative 'energy'. Although I did have a part in all the changes that have been made in my life, for I am not a lifeless robot, I would be arrogant to discredit the power of Christ in my life and the wisdom I have found through His Word. I can say I have learned to accept, love, tolerate, challenge and stand upon my convictions more deeply than I ever did. It has not been a perfect journey and I have certainly blown it or have gotten 'carried away' with zeal, but life and our relationships, whether be spiritual or personal, are always growing and maturing. But I am here to give you some advice. Advice about school. Advice about education. And perhaps, if I am successful, some advice on life. Now mind you, this is MY opinion and what I have concluded based on the small bit of acquired wisdom I may or may not have accumulated over the years, I suppose you be the judge. So here goes it...
1). DO NOT go to college unless you are certain on what you want to pursue, unless you are extremely good at studies. When I graduated in 2002, I did what many high schools kids aspire/get pressured into doing: I went to college. I aimed at a double major in Graphic Design and Marketing and although I loved to draw, I did not have my heart in this degree nor with school in general. My priorities were focused elsewhere and all the while I struggled immensely with personal identity/purpose. Call it teenage angst or whatever you want, but that was my situation. Until I realized my worth and purpose, I approached education with a whole new tenacity! I could not get enough of learning! Do not get me wrong, homework got extremely annoying at times, but my attitude about learning changed drastically! I never saw myself as a teacher growing up, but once I felt called to that career, my excitement grew everyday. I cannot wait to get in a classroom! I know it will be challenging and I will make many mistakes along the way, but at the end of the day I will find fulfillment doing what I have been created to do! Many people are frustrated trying to pursue things that are not conducive to what they were created to do and as a result their self-worth becomes diminished.
2). DO NOT be afraid to challenge your professors or other classmates. Now this does not give you an all access pass to be a total jerk and only allow your voice to be heard. Let others share their opinions/beliefs/points of views with courtesy and share yours with the same amount of respect. IT IS OKAY TO DISAGREE! Your professor's word is not sacred nor is it always right. Challenge them but with respect and love. Be open to others, you may learn a thing or two, but know what it is you believe as well. It is amazing how easily one can be swayed or influenced. Stand firm but love genuinely.
3). BELIEVE in your ability to get the task done. I cannot count how many times at the beginning of a semester I would get all of my class syllabuses and ask myself how I was going to get everything done. But it ALWAYS got done! Take it day by day. Do not look too far down the semester but focus on the needs and demands of each week.
4). GET TO KNOW your professors and classmates. This is one thing I regret with school. I did not spend a lot of time visiting with my professors and getting to know them on a more personal level. They really do enjoy your time (or so they tell me ;)) so go visit them. It will also help you more in the classroom. Also, by getting to know your classmates, you can really find some amazing people to have great conversations with, thus sparking good friendships many times. You have a long road ahead of you, it makes it a lot less lonely if you have some pals to share your pain with! ha! ;)
5). CONVINCE yourself you are smart. Not the 'know-it-all' or 'condescending academic' type of smart but believe in your ability to critically think, analyze and interpret. You are smarter than you think. It does help though to read more, contemplate and discuss ideas and issues. Remember, the brain is a muscle so exercise it.
There you have it...take it or leave it. Just know, it is never too late as long as you are breathing and hey, if I can do it, so can you! Much love, friends! Thank you for all the support and encouragement along the way. Meaningful relationships sure make life so worth it! Below is some proof, just in case you thought I was blowing smoke up your pantalones.
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| My transcripts from my 2002-2003 semester (sorry took a pic w/ my phone off my computer) |
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| Transcripts from 2012-2013 (still waiting for grades from this last fall) |
There are many people in life that do wondrous things and do not always get the recognition they so often deserve. Why? Most notably, these types seldom seek affirmation for their deeds. Their work comes out of who they are and with motives to serve selflessly. I happen to know such an individual and am honored to say so. She has been a confidant to whom I owe much debt of gratitude. She is a pillar, a voice of wisdom and reason, and one of the most faithful individuals I have yet to meet. This woman many of you know as Glover, or as her name says on her birth certificate, Jennifer Glover (a little side note, you will always be Glover even when you get married). We have been on many adventures, through so many "seasons" of life and have seen the best and worst of one another. Your faithfulness amazes me, Glove. You push through criticisms, set backs, disappointments, and you do it all with fearlessness. You trust in God with all that you are and it is because of this, you have been able to remain steady and stand tall. You love the broken-hearted like none other I have seen. You do not fixate on cultural norms or what society says about success or beauty, but you love people unconditionally right where they are. You do not try to change people, yet you love them through their storms. You love those most people ignore and with a genuine heart. I believe your heart to touch and affect the world through missions and prayer will take place; if anyone can do it, you can!
I love the fact I got to live with you for three years, what a sight that must of been to outsiders! We were quite a team in all that we did; a dynamic duo some might say. The people we met and prayed for, the road trips we went on, my boyfriends you put up with ;) You are the truest friend anyone could ask for. We had Jerry's class together! Sorry for the random memories but as I write this, I meditate on all we have been through and all that we have experienced together and that is something I will never lose. You make imprints on people's hearts from the moment they meet you and you have forever imprinted mine. This is my living eulogy to you, my dear friend! Thank you for all that you are, not only to me, but to everyone you meet! Love you so much! Ruth 1:16
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| Mt. Baker, Washington |
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| Seattle, Washington |
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| Halloween 07, I believe. Wayne's World for life! |
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| Maid of Honor |
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| Glove's graduation from BSU 2012 |
How is it in a time in our history, where privacy is almost null with the emergence of social networks, technology and government surveillance, transparency has become a predisposed disposition? Humans are pretty crafty about choosing what they want the world to see or perceive. On the outside, our lives are capable of appearing perfect while the inside picture harbors a very different reality. Personally, one of the hardest things a person can be is transparent. Why? Because transparency opens one up to becoming vulnerable; vulnerable to exposed weakness, flaws, shortcomings and most importantly, the created self-image we want the world to see. In our culture today, the 'self' is very exalted. I mean, why else do we need social network sites such as Facebook, Instagram or blogger? We want the world to hear our thoughts and opinions. We want people to see our exalted lives, with the polish we add to it. (By the way, I am totally guilty of this, so do not think I am singling myself out or pointing fingers. We are in this together, friends.) But this blog is specifically for those who feel their life is a masquerade.
Now let me emphasize, transparency does not mean you have to publicly broadcast your inner conflicts with everyone you come in contact with. What it does mean, is not being afraid to be open and vulnerable to those whom you trust, i.e. spouse/significant other, mentor, best friend. Understand that hurt from being transparent can result, but in my experience, those who hold in frustrations, fears, addictions, etc... find themselves in deeper, darker places. Mold thrives in the dark, so do our emotions and fears. Blockading your feelings from those whom your supposed to put trust in, severs relationships and places a gap from real intimacy. I find this most important within a marriage or committed relationship. I have not been married very long at all, coming up to our 6 month anniversary, but I do have an understanding about relationships in general. Sequestering and harboring bitterness, fears, hurts and addictions will add more harm and leave you feeling very lonely. It is amazing what real communication and transparency can do. Many times it shatters perceptions and ignites a healing process never thought possible.
I have had seasons in my life where I dealt with strong personal struggles and the more I fought accountability and transparency with my confidants, the more tension it brought to our relationship and the more alone I felt. It starting warping my perception about their motives and their character until my subconscious came up with a totally different person. In hindsight, it is easy to see how deep I got in my battle against honesty and transparency but once I conjured up enough gumption to set aside how my exalted image would be perceived, I was set free from those pains. Those relationships that suffered some heavy blows became restored. Every single person on this planet, needs someone to be accountable to and to be open with. I do not care how strong or independent you think you are, it is a foolish notion to think you do not need accountability or forthrightness. If you are married, you absolutely need to be transparent with your spouse. Do not fight it in hope to keep a mask of perfection. Also, you do not have to live with your guilt, fear, addictions, whatever. Be honest with yourself; are you happy keeping a facade or would you be happier being who you are and having someone love you through it? Be bold. Be YOU. Be authentic in your relationships by being transparent. Love you all and pray you will find restoration and healing through the inner struggles. Oh yeah, one more thing; be gracious with other people's shortcomings as you would want them to be with yours. Remember, we are all in this life together.
"Confess your faults to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed" James 5:16
I can honestly say, with all my heart, I have been blessed with some amazing friends. I could spend days writing odes to the people I cherish but for today I want to single out a certain individual. I personally feel, we as humans, do not spend enough time telling the people we love how much they mean to us. It seems we save that for eulogies at funerals yet by this point it is all too late. Why not say living eulogies daily? Where they can have an impact on the lives of the ones we love. So this is my goal of the morning and perhaps the start of something more regular, even in my own life.
My living eulogy of the day goes out to Heather Fulfer. For those of you who are acquainted with this amazing young woman already know the amount of awesomeness she possesses. Spend just a small amount of time with her and quickly you will realize her hilarity, quick wit and immeasurable kindness. If you are having a bad day or just need someone to bring a smile to your face, she will find a way to bring light to your day. She is thoughtful of others and identifies quickly with your circumstances; bringing comfort without judgment. She has been through more trying circumstances than a lot of people I know, yet she does not make herself a victim or a hero. She walks through those trials with strength and steadfast assurance that her God will turn ALL things for the good. She goes out of her way for the broken and lonely. She cares for the unwanted and the elderly (which unfortunately can be both). Heather has a way of lighting up a room with her presence and can bring a smile to even the stoniest of hearts. Some of the craziest things pop out of her mouth, unguarded and untamed; sometimes having to take her foot out of her mouth but it is a characteristic I would never want to change in her. She is spontaneous and always ready for an adventure...or mischief. Need someone's house toilet papered or a drive-by mooning? She is your gal ;) Despite her fun-loving nature, she bears a deep authenticity. She does not have to be someone she is not to gain approval from someone or fit in. Accept her for who she is and she will love you unconditionally and walk loyally beside you.
Thank you for all you have been to me in my life, Heather. I could not ask for a better friend. Now, in return, I want you to wake up every morning and see all these things you possess. Look past any insecurities, scrutiny, shortcomings and anything else that may cause you to alter your perception of who you truly are. Continue in perseverance in your faith. At the end of the day, Christ is all that matters. The world and its opinions of you change from day to day, but His word never fails; His love never fails. Give in to the purposes of the Kingdom and ignore the criticisms of the day. Challenge yourself. Live fully and listen to His still, small voice. Remember the gifts, talents and abilities you were born to do, all you have are tools to work with but let Christ instruct you on how to use those most effectively. You are beautiful, worthy, talented, strong and bold! Always look forward. Sometimes the objects in the mirror of our past may look closer than they appear, but they are just that: our past. Love you so much and believe in you more than I can articulate on this page. I leave you with two quotes, both I am sure you have heard:
"Never let anyone make you feel inferior without your consent" -Eleanor Roosevelt
"The Lord is my light and my salvation--whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life--of whom shall I be afraid?" Psalm 27:1
So, as many of you all are well informed of by now, Matt and I got married December 29, 2012. After almost three months of pure wedded bliss (I know, we are old timers now), I realized I never did a wedding blog. I know, I know, sharing endless Facebook posts and pictures during the time wasn't enough to satisfy me nor did I think it was satisfying enough for you, the readers of this highly popularized blog. Although I kid around, I really do have some remarks regarding the experience of the whole night. Matt and I both realized our wedding day was the wedding we never thought we would want to have. We considered the whole court house wedding, not out of disdain for our family and friends, but we are both pretty laid back people, who didn't want to make a huge fuss over our decision to marry. Plus we did not want to impose the financial burden upon anyone. After talks with family (my mom), we decided to have an actual ceremony. I wanted the ceremony and reception to be relatively simple and I did not want it to cost a fortune. I personally think weddings are stupid expensive!
Once the wedding planning process unfolded, Matt and I were astonished by the support we received from so many people. People all over the place, offered time, money and talent to help with our wedding. We were so overwhelmed with gratitude. We knew these people loved us, but it really shows you the amount of love people have when they are willing to personally sacrifice in some way for you! I want to thank some of those people at the end, even though, almost all of them have already received a thank you card, I want to publicly recognize their efforts.
Star Barn is the venue we decided upon, because of its size and cost and it turned out to be a perfect venue, even for a winter wedding. My mother was the mastermind behind a majority of the decor and she did wonderfully. See, I was in school full time and trying to plan a wedding in four months (yes, I did that to myself) but she kicked butt in keeping me organized and on top of things. When the day did arrive, everything came together beautifully! I kept telling myself to not stress over the details but trust that all would fall into place and it did. It even began to snow as I was awaiting my grand entrance, that to me, was a little gift from heaven. Nothing could replace the love and experience of that night. Getting to be surrounded by those I love so much and getting to become the wife to the man of my dreams was a literal dream come true. And for those who have known me for quite some time, know that I was never the girl to plan my wedding or dream about my husband--this all was truly the night I never knew I wanted.
Special Thanks:
My parents: for all the support (financial and emotional), the wedding planning, letting me live with you guys while I was engaged and all the hard work you two put in. Love you so much!! This includes you Pat & Judy :)
Josh & Steph: for all the pictures you took Steph, for buying the meat for the wedding and helping with set up/tear down. And Jim and Josh for building our beautiful trellis!
Jack & Laury: Laury for making that beautiful cake and for your guys' help with buying the meat and help with set up/tear down.
Wade & Jody: for praying over us during communion and helping set up/tear down
Sean & Jess: for helping set up and tear down and Jess for being a bridesmaid
Jordan & Jess: for all your help throughout the process and Jess for doing hair for the bridesmaids.
Jake: for doing our marriage counseling and officiating our wedding
Randy: for helping the wedding weekend, you kicked butt with the details!!
Lori & Daria: For making all the bouquets for the bridesmaids and hosting the rehearsal dinner, all out of your own pocket. And your neighbors for helping.
Darrel & Heidi: for catering our reception and paying for all the side dishes!
Brittaney: for your help doing hair and helping with the details
Katy: for making all the invitations
Steve: for buying the keg for the reception
Marte: for praying over us during communion
Sarah T.: for making all my bridesmaids wonderful little gifts, they loved them!
and of course, all of our wonderful bridesmaids and groomsmen--you all were so wonderful and helpful with the whole thing. We love you all so much! And thank you to everyone else who helped, big or small, and came to our wedding. You made our day!! We could not invite everyone we wanted but we love you all too! Now, Costa Rican honeymoon in May! Stay tuned...
Oddly enough, I received three comments this summer about my feminine transformation. I am not sure statistically the odds of those occurrences but I would say it is enough to grab my attention. These comments caused me to reflect several years back to a time when teenage angst consumed my identity whilst in pursuit of said identity. Many of you reading this can clearly recall a time in my life where skate shoes and brands were my choice clothes, punk rock my musical selection, and my hair underwent a wide variety of color transformations most noticeably blue-black (which broke my mom's heart; her blonde haired little girl, gone). Snowboarding was the only way of life and a skateboard always in tote, even though I never got all that good. I never missed a party or a chance to have a good time or a good punk show. I did not like a lot of things most people would consider "girly"; I hated purses (I carried a wallet), thought shopping was a waste of time, heels...you could forget about it! I had friends that were girls but outside of those, I did not connect with a lot of girls. If you didn't snowboard, skate or do anything that required getting dirty and the outdoors, in my mind, I had nothing in common with you. The last thing I wanted to talk about was clothes, decorating, having babies and what my wedding day would look like. And do not get me started on the girl's at parties that wore the most revealing clothes just to get the guys' attention. If you did not have a personality to get you noticed, then I just felt bad for you because all you were going to get was "humped and dumped". Most of my friend's were guys because I felt most comfortable talking with them. We could talk about football, snowboarding and other similar things.
When I became a Christian and started going to church, I felt the gap between other women and I widen even more! I looked around and did not see another girl with piercings on their face, snowboard clothes or any indicators of those with an "alternative" lifestyle. I was embarrassed of anything considered truly feminine. I had created a lifestyle and mindset that because of the extra curricular activities I partook in there was not a whole lot of room for femininity. I thought the idea of being feminine was a weakness and altogether bore a vapid exterior; feminine women were sheep and had no originality. Slowly I conformed to being more of what I thought was a girl. I bought a pair of heels and more feminine clothes but still felt out of place and my mindset towards women had not changed all that much. I learned to respect and get along more with other women who I did not initially have much commonality with. Finally it hit me, I realized there had to be other girls out there that felt the same way. Girls who loved the outdoors and sports, but did not have other female friends to share these interests with and much to my surprise, there were a lot of girls like this!! So I started up groups like a girl's outdoor group and more recently within the snowboard community, collaborated with other female riders to create an actual unified and cohesive community.
For those of you who have known me within the last few years, you probably find this blog as a shock simply because I love hanging out with girls these days! I do not care what your interests are or where you come from, I sincerely love being around women. I have found there is a dynamic when women stop judging one another, comparing themselves or singling out based on appearance or interests. I have learned to become comfortable and love being a woman! I love shopping and clothes, but I also love the outdoors and do not mind rolling up my sleeves for hard work. I have learned there is no ONE way to be a woman outside of loving yourself! Enjoy who you were created to be and do not limit your thinking by contorting your ideas of what something should be. Looking back, if I continued on my path of limited thinking, I would not have some of the friendships I have now because I would have automatically written them off. How crazy is that?! So in summation, I think people have commented on my transformation because I have embraced the beauty of womanhood instead of casting it off. Plus, since my partying days I have dropped some pounds, so that may have helped, lol. Either way, love being a woman, ladies--it is what you were born to be! Much love to you all!
I cannot tell you how many times I have found myself within the academic circle and have been told that science is one's religion. In essence, they are making the assertion that their faith system is based upon scientific discovery and observation. Personally, despite possible popular opinion, I love science! In fact, I have wanted to be a geologist for years but mathematics is not my strong suit so I went with my other academic passion: history and philosophy. As a Christian, despite popular opinion, I believe science and God make a wonderful union. Science and God for centuries went hand in hand and some would say that in earlier times religion was science. The pendulum started to swing in the opposite direction and the two split most noticeably during the Enlightenment, which in all honesty, I am sympathetic towards. For centuries, religion (especially in Europe) was the dominant power force; breeding corruption and controlling the people to pursue its own agenda that was not always theologically based. But my blog is not that of a historical inquiry, yet a philosophical one.
I have been thinking of this phrase "science is my religion" and had a string of thoughts. Now bear with me, this is a matter of philosophical opinion and my goal is not even to debunk this phrase in question, yet shed some introspective light. The goal of science through the scientific method is to continually disprove until one can no longer disprove and hopefully this leads to facts or laws. As we all can agree, science is a constantly evolving thing in the sense that it is always progressing. What scientists knew about the body in the 1600's is not what we know today, yet people considered these ideas during that century as truth, until it was debunked or new discovery sprang forth. This same idea will be relevant a hundred years from now; the scientific evidence many adhere to as truth now may very well be discredited in the future. So here is my question: if science is an evolving/progressive area of study, is it possible to say that the beliefs one asserts as truth now could very well be wrong, based on the pattern of science in years past? Let me iterate, I am not saying that all science is wrong or that you, the reader, is wrong. For most of us, even within the faith realm, a majority of our knowledge is received. Most of us are not in the trenches discovering these ideas or truths nor have first-hand experience, so we are placing trust into the hands of professionals who have doctorate degrees to inform the populous. I used to laugh and say that many atheists think they are scientists and a lot Christians think they are theologians. I can even reconcile that religion and sects of religion have changed dramatically over the years based upon interpretation, but the one thing that remains is God's word to reference.
I remember reading a quote by C.S. Lewis some time back and it was not until recently I understood its tenets. He said, “A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading". I do not think even the atheist can argue with this statement, because its nature is truth. If science is what one ascribes to, one best be careful of what they adopt as truth or fact. Without an anchor in which to return to in reference to one's belief system, one is susceptible to the research of other individuals, who could turn out to very well be wrong. Just a thought...
Okay, okay if the social network world has not yet been bombarded with the news of our engagement, here's another piece to add to the pie. You annoyed yet? Probably, but we are getting asked about the details of how the proposal came to fruition so what better way to divulge the gossip other than another social networking site?
Friday, September 7th marked our one-year anniversary and it was bestowed upon Matt to plan our date for the evening. He already revealed to me that the origin of the date was going to take place up at Bogus Basin (Boise's hottest local ski resort). We both have history up there, for I have worked on the mountain for ten years now and we have also had other dates on the patio of the Pioneer Lodge, watching meteor showers and engaging in wonderful conversation. Now mind you, I had in the back of my head that this could be the night of a proposal but the one thing that had me a bit hung up was the issue of a ring. I did not know how he could afford a ring, because for those of you who know us, this summer has been a time of excruciating job hunting (which ended successfully by the way), but I knew he did not have the finances to purchase a ring yet, little did I know, he's had the ring since February!! So, Friday afternoon Matt picks me up in good chivalric fashion and we ascend the mountain to our destination: the Pioneer Lodge.
We park and walk around the side of the lodge to go up on the back patio and much to my surprise, at the foot of the stairs, awaits our friend David Glick, dressed to kill (he's single ladies). He escorts us to the patio where a table was set with linens, wine/water glasses, silverware, wild flowers, the whole works. We are both given two pre-made menus describing what the 3-meal course would consist of, along with a bottle of wine. David waited generously on us, bringing us our food and taking our dishes; a great server indeed! Tiramisu was brought out for dessert, as I chomp down my first few bites, I happen to glance over to where the stairs meet the patio only to find a familiar face: my Beagle Chester!! In his delight, he runs over to me for a warm embrace all the while I notice a ribbon adorned around his neck along with a bow tie. In my disbelief I feel the ribbon to find a ring attached to the end. As I turn around, I see Matt smiling and he asks me to stand while he gets on one knee. Right as he is about to propose I glance over and see his wonderful sister-in-law Steph filming the whole scene. As I say yes to the man of my dreams, Steph comes over (who is a professional photographer, check her out on fb @ Stefani Marie Photography) and takes several shots of our special moment. Our friend Kody was in on the plot as well, helping as the animal tamer and all along I felt bad thinking David had to hang out by himself while we ate! ha!
As the sun set, Steph got some photos of us on the Bitterroot Chair lift and our friends left us to celebrate and soak up this monumental time in our lives! He definitely planned well and it was a proposal so unique to us and to who I am as a person. Matt said he knew he had to incorporate Chester and Bogus into the proposal somehow, well, you did great babe and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you!
Today marks my ten year high school reunion anniversary and unfortunately I will not be able to attend, perhaps I will be make it to the twenty year milestone. Considering this fact that it has been ten years since I have roamed the halls of Meridian High as a student, I have been in a state of nostalgia the past few days. Remembering old times, friends and memories as well as reflecting on the years in between. Ten years can really change a person and even though there are days where you feel not a lot has ultimately changed, hindsight takes a knock at your door. Joyce Meyer once said, "I may not be where I want to be, but thank God I am not where I use to be", now I admittedly had a blast in high school a majority of the time and I contribute much of that to the group of crazy friends I held close. Most days I did not care what people thought of me, but I still did my best to get along with most people- although I was not always successful, I mean what is high school without a little bit of drama, right?
It is the years post high school that have been most fulfilling in hindsight and have been paving the way for what the future has in store for me. Since school, I have become a Christian that understands the value of a relationship with God and that it is not through ritual, works or even the church that grants me belonging, yet in Christ alone. I have gotten to serve people in the streets of New York by hearing their stories, feeding them and praying life over them. I have prayed with Senators in the offices of the most important buildings in our country in Washington, D.C. I have been all over our own city serving the community, our homeless and in the halls of high school and college campuses meeting with students encouraging them in their pursuit of life and God. I have networked and helped in the uniting of women in our outdoor communities, especially in local women's snowboarding (No Bunnies!). I lived a summer in the Denali National Park in Alaska. Currently I am working on my degree in History and English to later get my teaching certificate in Secondary Ed so I can work in alternative high schools. Later, ideally I would love a Master's in the study of apologetics because C.S. Lewis and Ravi Zacharias are some of my hero's and if life allows me, a Ph.D. Eventually I would like to work more extensively in ministries involved in the rescue of women in sex trade industries. I am dating my best friend, Matt Roper and I cannot wait to see what God has in store for our future together. So in hindsight, I have come a long way, seeing and doing a lot and God-willing, this is just the beginning. Ultimately, I have learned the accomplishments I have made along the way are not for my benefit, but to give God glory and help those around me- "Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name goes all the glory for your unfailing love and faithfulness" Ps 115:1.
To the rest of my fellow MHS classmates, remember what was in the past is in the past, do not be afraid to give second chances or third ones for that matter. Be brave and courageous as you pursue your life, never let the opinions of others alter the course of your life because each one of your lives carry influence and purpose, you never know whose life you are changing. Do not compare your achievements or accomplishments to those around you because each one of us are called to different areas of influence, so never forsake where you are at now. Love deeply, show compassion towards the trespasses of others, offer forgiveness and dream big, even if some dreams do not transpire, at least you are dreaming. Always give 100% and serve others when you can. It is more than looking at the glass half full or empty, but instead living with purpose. No one can do what you were born to do, so love who you are and what you were created to do! Love you Class of 2002!
The past few years have been an interesting time in my walk with Christ, droves of ups and downs and insecurities have crept in. Never have I doubted God, yet I have felt a distance and for awhile I have been attempting to pinpoint, justify and cast out confusion about where I got lost. My story is not that of the prodigal son, but I felt lost in the sense of belonging. It was not until this past Sunday in church, the culprit of my frustration was exposed. The pastor spoke about how the world and even the church will tell us that if we "do" enough, it will grant us worth and along with that worth comes belonging. I understand that it is not by our works we are saved but by grace; see Ephesians 2:8. What I do understand about culture though is that we all want to belong somewhere and at many times will do what we need to in order to gain acceptance. I have never struggled with the thought about God's love for me or even self-worth but belonging is in a category of its own and rooted in caring about the perception of man.
I became a Christian about 7 or so years ago and never once have I regretted that decision, I am grateful for the new life and second chance I have been given. Most people who have known me for any length of time, would definitely agree I have changed for the better and hardly resemble the girl I once was, except for some goofiness I still can rock. When I became a Christian I certainly had a zeal to share about my new found faith and perhaps I lacked some wisdom in that zeal but the important thing was I had passion, joy and conviction. I went on to pursue ministry and did a 2-year internship with a church and it rocked my world- probably the second best decision I made in my life for it built a foundation of truth in me and I got to walk out my faith by serving. The problem started to arise upon my completion of the program and I had to be released into areas I was called to. I somewhat felt abandoned and without direction; I could not spend as much time serving within the church because I had gone back to college and had to work full time which also meant working Sundays as well. I began to have thoughts of negativity, thinking that I was only useful to the church if I could be there all the time. I placed my worth within the church and the measuring stick I used to calculate that worth with was by my works and since my works within the church were not what they use to be, my worth diminished. This was my thought process and it continued to be fed when I felt certain relationships become more distant. This made me feel alone; the only other community I wanted belonging in was the snowboard community and in many ways I did not fit in with that either so what is a girl to do?
I started creating worth by trying to create ways to serve without the church, almost to validate myself as a still active Christian despite not being able to go to church as often. Let's be honest though, that did not work because yes, the church is a building but I need the people who are the church. My epiphany hit me Sunday that I have been gathering acceptance from the wrong sources. The day I accepted Christ as my Savior, I immediately belonged to Him and it is through Him I have been granted worth. That does not change from day to day if I am being a "good" Christian or not, but because I belong to Him I have adopted His character which compels me to "do". His love compels me to live selflessly, to love unconditionally and live by faith and not circumstance. Some of you may not understand, but for some, I may have hit the nail on the head. You already belong! It does not matter what your position or status is, your belonging that matters and bears any substance comes from your Creator. No one can determine the course of your life, even when you plan it out, it is the Lord who determines our steps so listen to the One who holds that design for your life; Proverbs 16:9. Let me say that I do believe in the local church with all my heart, it is important to have one you are a part of, but do not attach your identity and sense of worth to anything but Christ- that goes for anything else: jobs, finances, hobbies, etc... all are fleeting and temporary. If you place your worth in those and all of a sudden those are taken away, you are left with a sense of worthlessness. I love snowboarding so much, but who I am is not rooted in it because if for some reason I was unable to snowboard again, I would not lose myself or identity. As cliche as is sounds I belong to Jesus and nothing else matters.
Matt
As you reach the age of 30, it is common for one to reflect on the past thirty years of life. No longer a twenties something, yet coming into a decade of what I consider establishment. I believe this is going to be a dynamic year for you and in many ways it already has been. This spring you finally finished the milestone of graduating college, not in underwater basket weaving but in Electrical Engineering, in which you should take immense pride in for this was no easy task. As your in the pursuit of finding your fit in the vast expanses of the career world, do not be discouraged. Economists and media project gloomy forecasts of unemployment rates and tough job markets, but there is something different for those who put their trust in Christ and in His Word. As a believer, you are not subject to circumstance, you are to practice faith. God has not put in you a spirit of fear but of power, love and a sound mind, so even in the midst of darkness He has provided you with a lamp to guide your path. I know you are frustrated in some of life's circumstances, but today as I was thinking of you, God placed Jeremiah 29 on my heart and despite its continued use within Christian circles, it is a promise from God. His plans for you Matthew are for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope and as you seek Him earnestly, you will find Him. Do not let any clouds of frustration limit God's capacity and ability to move mightily in this season and chapter of life. He will restore your fortunes and bring you to the place He has planned for you.
As for entering into the thirties, there are some things you should know (Biblically) about the age and number 30. As most of us know, Jesus began his ministry at the age of 30 but he was not the only one; King David and Joseph also came into leadership at the age of 30 as well. Thirty is represented in the Hebrew as the letter "lamed" which is an ox goad or staff symbolizing authority, leadership or rulership. I am declaring and believing this for you Matthew; I believe thirty is going to be a year that you will enter in a position of authority, leadership and rulership. You are going to have authority in the places you go, not by your own doing but given by God, in fact, you already possess more than you realize but I see it. People are drawn to you Matt, you walk with integrity, wisdom and love. You are authentic in how you live and serve God and you are genuine. I have had the privilege of having you as a best friend for over six years and a confidant for the past nine months. You are the one I want to "do" life with and as your name means "gift from God" I truly see you as my gift from God. Happy 30th birthday my love- your life is just getting kick started and I am honored to hit the ground running with you. Love you and I declare all this in the name of Jesus, Amen.
This message is for everyone; the religious faithful, the political activist, the atheist and anyone else who considers themselves an American. Lately, I have come to the assumption that tolerance amongst people goes only as far as an individuals personal interest or belief. Sure, some will allow themselves to go to the point of civil discourse, yet for the majority, tolerance stops at their viewpoint. The advantage of living in this country is the freedom of self expression and speech as well as to exercise said expressions. What we as a country have to realize is that because of this freedom, demonstrated in the first amendment of our Constitution, there are going to be viewpoints you are going to disagree with. Some are bigoted, racist, sexist, anti-God, anti-religion, and the list goes on- the point is each individual has the right to express themselves in a peaceful manner. This does not indicate that you have to agree or even perhaps argue their viewpoint but you can not argue their right to say it; understand the distinction?
The danger behind stifling an individuals right to exemplify their faith or opinion is in essence a battle against your very own right to express your set of opinions. Thus, if the time were to arise for you to denote your individual set of beliefs and all you have done is rally to have other individuals rights taken away, yours will be taken too. As my mother use to say, "you can't have your cake and eat it too". Instead, know what it is that you believe so you can distinguish truth from fallacy. Learn how to reform an ignorant, bigoted ideology instead of taking away their right to say it. One more thing, just because someone share's their faith or beliefs does not mean they are forcing/shoving/indoctrinating you, unless of course it involves a threat, yet simply it means that the individual is passionate about their belief. For example, I have friends of every walk of life, I love hearing their stories and ideologies; many have shared their beliefs with me but because I am confident in what it is I hold to be truth, I do not find their beliefs intrusive. I can respect their ideas, even if I do not agree with them. I can even discourse with them and present another ideology without disregarding their right to express themselves.
In summation, stop getting huffy over a Jesus facebook post or a pro-gay marriage segment on TV (these are just examples) instead respect another individuals freedom of speech and religion. Be educated and educate your children to the values you hold to be true. If someone abuses their right to speech in the form of hatred, learn to reform mindsets or cultural stigmas. Tolerance and acceptance are two separate entities. "Of course, there are dangers in religious freedom and freedom of opinion. But to deny these rights is worse than dangerous, it is absolutely fatal to liberty." -Truman
You have probably seen at least one of these logos or icons at some point in your existence, perhaps you even identify with one of these symbols. Each one, along with the thousands more, are representative of an ideology or philosophy. Each symbol evokes an emotion upon first sight, some may evoke passionate sentiments and others are a fleeing thought.
I was sitting in my U.S. History class watching a documentary about the Freedom Riders (if you do not know who they were I suggest you look it up) and the sight of the Confederate flag roused my distaste for what that flag represented. It also reminded me of the disdain I sometimes have towards individuals in this state who wave around that flag proudly as if they had something to do with the history of it. That flag to me represents a bigoted, oppressive Southern mindset that held people in bondage for generations and the fact people still are proud of that history disturbs me. The point being, each symbol represents something. Businesses use logos to distinguish a product to the masses and we the people enjoy representing those emblems all over our clothes, cars, etc... In essence, there is nothing wrong with this but what one should take in consideration is the fact that the symbols one wears or advertises, identifies them with that ideology, company or philosophy- conscious of it or not.
Symbols have power and meaning- just because certain symbols are trending does not deprive them of the original and intended meaning. So next time you tote around a symbol, remember you are representing an ideology you may not truly associate with. So, what symbol are you representing?
"We are all searching for something valuable enough to live our lives for"- Dr. Woods. This was the introduction to my Eastern Civilization class this semester. In the introduction to the course, Dr. Woods challenged the class' world view by postulating the question every human since the beginning of time has dared to ask: What is humanity? What makes something wrong? In essence, Woods asked 'who am I' and where does morality derive from? About 16% of the class considers themselves composed of matter. Meaning they believe they were created through matter and will die as matter. In regards to morality, 43% of the class determined that individual conscience constructs our moral code; with 27% believing in God or a higher power who created moral law and 28% of the class believed society dictates morality. The issue behind some of these ideologies is the fact they are all subjective to the individual's or culture's set of beliefs. Even reason is dictated by what you perceive as truth. Where do our beliefs come from in the first place? Who says one is right and the other is wrong? What is wrong and right? How do we as a culture implement justice of those who have been wronged? Lots of philosophical questions that are hard to answer without an absolute standard in which we all agree upon.
All of these inquiries begged in me the question of 'what is worth' and 'who gives people worth?' Apart from a Creator i.e. God, worth can only be defined or given either by the self (to be self-defined) or worth is determined by others. If you boil it down to brass tax, both options are like building a house on sand. If our worth is determined by one's own self definition- it is no wonder why many people suffer from depression or false self image. We are our own worst critics, constantly on a tirade of pinpointing our flaws. In some ways, understanding our flaws and weaknesses can help us grow and discern but it also can skew our perception of who we truly are. Especially considering the fact we are so driven by emotions.
Worth defined by others is flawed as well. I asked an individual the other day 'what gives people value or worth' and he responded that people give validation to a person. If you look down the timeline of history, even to present day, the value of human life has been degraded in pursuit of progress, greed, resources, reproductive rights, etc... The opinion of even the ones closest to us can vary from day to day pending on a multitude of factors. If it is society or other people who apply worth to an individual, how do you explain the worth of the Jewish people to the Nazi regime? Or the slaves' inherent worth to Southern whites during the slave trades?
If people are simply matter, with all of our destinies ending in eventual death- what would cause an individual to value another's life over their own? Why try to cure cancers or risk our lives to save someone else's? The worth and value of each individual person is so incalculable that even our own perception or the opinions of others can not dictate it. I believe this worth can only be given by an unwavering truth. The Word of God is considered to be everlasting, eternal, a solid rock, never changing...what does the Creator say about you? He has given you infinite value...value that was not meant to be compromised. How absurd would it be for the most precious, prized jewel to sell itself short of its value? I leave you with this to ponder, who is allowing to give you value and worth in your life? Below is what God would say you are...just saying. ;)
Ever wear a pair of TOMS? How about a pair of TOMS with your American Apparel tee? Sure, we know that when we buy a pair of TOMS they send another pair to someone in a third world nation. A pretty neat idea and too be honest, I am glad that it has become trendy to have a pair of these shoes because of the heart behind the business. But if you break it down, how many people at this point are buying these shoes because of the humanitarian effort or because it is the latest hipster wear? Not trying to sound cynical, but honest. I wonder if those same hipster TOM wearers who sport their V-Neck American Apparel tee, know that the two brands contradict one another. Recently I found that American Apparel was an honorable mention in the 2010 Sweatshop Hall of Shame for poor business practices amongst Honduran workers. This brings me to my next point: how much do we know about the products we buy?
As I have researched human trafficking and others forms of indentured servitude, I have found the urge and importance to become a better consumer. I recognize that raising hell and picket fences is not going to accomplish much besides loud noise, yet realized that raising awareness and choosing not to support certain businesses is the best tactic against these poor practices. My research is far from over, yet some of the data I have found is a little disheartening, especially if some of these corrupt companies products can be found in your very own closet! I am all for giving people jobs, but to not provide workers with proper treatment, rights and adequate wages is wrong! Many sweatshop workers are forced to work obscene hours with no overtime pay in poor conditions with little to no breaks. Children are also at the brunt of this forced/unlawful labor. There is really no excuse for this type of business practice- especially since a majority of the companies in the hot seat have plenty of money and resources to operate with integrity. As far as I am concerned,
Wal-Mart is completely dead to me- there are so many accusations, charges and complaints made against this corporation. Enough to bar me from ever wanting to support that company ever again. I would rather spend a little extra money, but unfortunately, not everyone has the luxury to be picky where they shop because of their financial state themselves. But I know we can do better! It's time that we stop oppressing the poor so we can have the latest fashion trend. I suppose
Ecclesiastes was correct in its statement, "for much wisdom, comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief". Eccl. 1:18. The sacrifice we would make by not supporting these companies is minimal compared to the change we could actually create! Love you all! Here are some resources...
http://www.laborrights.org/creating-a-sweatfree-world/sweatshops/resources/12211
http://www.freethechildren.com/getinvolved/geteducated/childlabour.htm
http://www.globallabourrights.org/alerts
