Today I kept thinking about the Cheese Bridge.
The Cheese Bridge is this bridge near where I grew up that was a railroad bridge back in the day. By the time I came around, it was just a rusted piece of metal. It wasn't a functional bridge, even for walking, as it was just a frame suspended over a shallow river.
And yet somehow, someone graffitied the word "CHEESE" on it. Through the years, other graffiti would come and go - the more typical initials or profanities - or the paint would fade - but someone would always come back and spray paint CHEESE again. And so it became known as the Cheese Bridge. In fact, you can google map "Cheese Bridge" and it comes up!
And then a couple years ago, the town was expanding a bike path over the old railroad tracks, and the got to the Cheese Bridge. They added railings and a bottom so you could walk on it, and they painted it a nice shade of green. My dad says they must've put at least four coats of paint on that bridge, trying to cover up the word CHEESE.
But you can still see it. It'd been spray painted so many times in the same place that it had taken on a somewhat 3-D effect. The layers of paint that had built up to spell CHEESE just pop out no matter how many coats of paint they put on. It's all green, but you can see CHEESE protruding.
I was thinking about this because when I think about leaving a legacy, I want to be like that word CHEESE. I never wanted to be famous. I'm okay if no one remembers my name after I die. Some people struggle with the idea that they'll be forgotten, but that doesn't bother me. No one knows who painted the word CHEESE, or even if it was the same person every time. More likely, various people just kept the tradition going.
And that's how I want my life to be. Even if no one knows that I was the one who left the legacy, I want to help shape the future for the better. I want to leave a legacy that continues, to live a life worth of other people following in my footsteps so that one day, no amount of paint can cover over that legacy.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Cheese Bridge
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Labels: being remembered, cheese bridge, legacy, purpose
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Finding the Best Dog Food
I recently embarked on a journey to find a better dog food for my dogs, Peanut and Biscuit. I've spent a lot of time researching, and because I am a nerd, I felt I had to write a paper about my research...or at least a blog. I hope it can be a helpful summary to anyone interested in exploring canine dietary options.
**Disclaimer: I'm just a dog owner with a computer, not a dog nutritionist.**
I've tried to make this blog really thorough with all the information I'd been seeking when I began my research project. The downside is, that made it really long. Feel free to navigate to just sections that interest you. For the short version, skip down to "In Summary."
MY HISTORY
My journey began when the news broke about the class-action lawsuit against Beneful dog food. I was feeding Peanut and Biscuit Beneful at the time, it was what they'd eaten their whole lives, and they were doing just fine.Or were they?
Because they were vomiting at least once a week, last July I started mixing a spoonful of chicken or turkey Beechnut baby food in with their food. This had reduced their vomiting down to practically nothing. Chicken and turkey baby food can help aid digestion, and while not good for the whole diet, mixing it in seemed to do the trick. But the Beneful alone wasn't all that digestible.
And then I thought back to March 2011. Peanut started throwing up a LOT. Within the span of a couple hours, she threw up four times. I took her to the ER vet around 10 pm, and they did an x-ray of her stomach. There wasn't really any food left in there, so she shouldn't be throwing up anymore. They inserted this fluid pack under her skin to keep her hydrated, and we went back home. But by the middle of the night she'd thrown up 17 times. And it was starting to come out both ends. I took her back to the vet. And there she stayed, on an IV to prevent de-hydration and to try to calm her stomach, continually throwing up even though there was nothing left to throw up.
EXPLORING THE OPTIONS
THE GRAND EXPERIMENT
GRAIN-FREE PROS AND CONS
- Grain-free does NOT mean carb-free. Often the replacement carbs are not very good for dogs and can cause health issues (however, Pulsar did not have this problem).
- Dogs lose weight too rapidly, you end up having to feed them much more than the bag recommends. (I'd priced out Pulsar at $18 per 8.8 lb bag at Doggy Dips & Chips, which ends up being $15/month, but it seemed like that could double based on some of the reviews.)
- It can cause an unhealthy increase in bowel movements.
- It is not as good for joints & muscles...and Biscuit is already a rather floppy dog prone to back injury.
I should mention that also in this research, I found out there had been a recall on Blue Buffalo food in 2010 and another in 2013. Plus, I saw that consumer affairs listed 979 complaints for Blue Buffalo, and fewer (838) for Beneful. This definitely concerned me and took that one off the table. But Pulsar didn't seem to be a valid option either due to my concerns about grain-free. I kept digging.
HOMEMADE DOG FOOD
IN SUMMARY
ALSO CHECK OUT
DR. HARVEY'S RECEPTION
MY SYSTEM
TREATS
THOUGHTS?
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Labels: beneful, beneful lawsuit, blue buffalo, dog food guide pyramid, dog food reviews, dr. harvey's, fromm, grain-free dog food, holistic dog food, homemade dog food, natural dog food, organic dog food, pulsar
Monday, February 2, 2015
Questions
A while back I came across this Pearls Before Swine cartoon.
And while Rat's question is perhaps a bit extreme, it reminded me of this discussion I once heard from a neighbor on a date, chatting after the date right outside my open window.
She told her date that she didn't want to go to heaven. She wanted to go to hell, because that's where all the fun people would be.
The problem though, is that Rat probably couldn't ask his question at church. Nor could my former neighbor share about her thoughts on hell. It's not typically an open-forum place where people can ask their questions, express their doubts, and find answers. Even in a small group setting, where people can actually be engaged in the conversation, there seems to be a limit on how far outside of the "normal Christian doubts" you can go.
On Desperate Housewives, Lynette once went to Brie's church and challenged the status quo. She raised her hand to ask a question about the sermon.
And although the pastor did respond to her questions and invite further dialogue, Brie was openly embarrassed and later criticized her friend, noting that church was not a place you go to ask questions. All too often, that's the way we react to genuine conversation in church.
I wonder if we'd have a better reputation and more visitors if we were willing to have a culture that engaged people and let them express their thoughts and doubts.
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Labels: church, questions, sermons, small groups
Thursday, January 1, 2015
2014 and 2015
2014 is over, and I have to say that my method of making 12 resolutions, 1 per month, did not pan out well. I thought it would be a good way to break things down into smaller goals and give myself a more frequent checkpoint to refocus on my goals...but it just didn't work out that way.
2014 was a pretty good year for me. The biggest thing was that I'm getting my first book published! It's been a dream of mine since I was maybe five or six years old to publish a book, and this April I had a proposal accepted, and the book shipped to the printer a couple weeks ago! Wildly Creative Puzzles With a Point releases on February 10 this year, and I hope it will be an awesome resource to help kids who love puzzles discover more about their faith.
I've always loved puzzles, but I've seen them used in such wasteful ways in the church (and schools). They're not meaningful; they're time fillers. But I didn't believe they had to be. Wildly Creative Puzzles With a Point re-imagines how puzzles can be used in church to help kids discover the Bible...not simply regurgitate facts.
Anyway...that's my plug and my biggest accomplishment for 2014. Otherwise it hasn't been a very eventful year...but that's a good thing. I'd hoped to be ringing in the new year with a new house, but that fell through, so I'll continue the hunt.
For 2015, I did make some resolutions/goals. One is I want to work on writing a novel by writing for just 10 minutes a day, at least 5 days a week.
I also have been working for the past probably 8 or so years writing a devotional inspired by my dogs, with a goal of writing 101 devotions. I hit that number at the end of last year, so I'd like to go through the whole thing and check for repeats, write any more I need in order to replace repeats, polish it up, and submit it to some possible publishers.
I'd also like to open an Etsy shop to sell my crafts.
So really, two of the three aren't habits to form/break, they're just things I want to accomplish at some point in the year. Because really, when I started thinking about resolutions, I started thinking that maybe I'd rather focus on who I want to be than what I want to do in 2015.
And I think the main thing is, I want to be useful. Recently I've been feeling so small, like I see so much wrong with the world and I'm not doing much about it. And I know I can't fix everything. But like the proverbial starfish, I want to make a difference to one person at a time. And as I think about what I can do, my passion for writing comes to mind. And I think if I can let God use me to write and help people, that's what I want to do.
So that's what informed my "resolutions." I want to be useful. I want to give more than I take. I want to seek to understand and empathize rather than to judge. I want to be a grace-filled person. At the end of the year, will I be able to measure how I did? No. But measurement is what doing is about—not what being is about. So, measurable or not, that's who I want to learn to be in 2015.
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Labels: being, being useful, doing, making a difference, new year's resolutions, resolutions, serving God, writer, writing
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Racial Understanding
I grew up in a very white town. In my entire high school of 2,000 students, I can only think of 3 African-American students, and a couple Asian students. And I didn't have classes with any of them, so I really didn't get to know anyone who wasn't white.
My college was slightly more diverse than my hometown...but not by a lot. But my freshman year I volunteered for a tutoring program in inner city Chicago. Once a week a group of us from my college would head into the city and tutor a group of low-income kids, most of whom were black. And it was the first time I'd ever come face-to-face with white privilege.
I remember distinctly the day my eyes were opened to my privilege as a middle-class white person. I was sitting talking with a little girl while she colored. She was probably only 7 or 8. I asked if she had dreams about where she might want to go to college. She said, "I'm not going to college."
"Oh," I said. "What are you going to do after high school?"
"Kill myself."
I was speechless. For me, although I went through a season of not wanting to go to college, it was always an option. A given that that's what you do after high school. This little girl didn't have that option. And not only did she not have that option, but she saw no hope at all for life as an adult.
I suppose I could've had that conversation with a poor child of any race, but the fact is that our system is built in such a way that poverty persists among minorities far more than among whites. Opportunity, while not impossible, is harder to come by for minorities than it is for white people.
After college I went to another very white environment - a large Milwaukee suburban church. Milwaukee, by the way, ranks #1 in the country for being the most racially segregated. That said, I did live in a very diverse apartment complex, but most of my time was spent at my non-diverse church. And there I became friends with an amazing Latina woman, who is married to a wonderfully kind black man.
Her husband frequently studied in our church library during the week. One day he stepped out of the library to make a phone call in the lobby, and someone visiting saw him and reported a "suspicious man" in the lobby, wanting to call the police. I'd never witnessed this kind of racial bias first hand and it took quite a bit of pondering, "Why would they think he was suspicious?" before I realized it was his race. My eyes were opened that day to the realities of being alive while black.
I don't know the details of Michael Brown's death. I don't know if it was a genuine case of a cop exercising appropriate self-defense, or if it was racially driven. But I do know that race does sometimes drive people to fear. That it's possible this was a racially driven incident. And that we'll never have a trial to determine that.
The details of Eric Garner's case are much more clear. None of the ambiguities of Michael Brown's death existed. To me that is a clear-cut case of racism and police going way too far. And yet, no indictment there either.
But here's why I still have hope. I've never heard as much attention given to this issue as I have since Trayvon Martin's death. And while the toll continues to rise of non-prosecuted homicides of black people, I believe our country is poised to change. I've never seen this many people hungry for change, ready to be part of the change. These tragic deaths are losses that can never be justified, but I want them to at least not be in vain. I want them to be the catalyst for change.
I don't know what exactly that looks like. But I have hope that with all the attention people are giving, now more than ever we can change the system that the word "broken" doesn't even begin to describe.
There's still so much I don't know. I think that people in a privileged class are always hesitant to believe they are privileged, because they don't experience the injustice for themselves. And my limited witnessing of injustice doesn't give me the full picture. But I'm hoping that with hashtags like #crimingwhilewhite and #alivewhileblack, the awareness level will rise to a point where things change. Things HAVE to change. #blacklivesmatter
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Labels: #alivewhileblack, #amisuspicious, #blacklivesmatter, #crimingwhilewhite, #dontshoot, #handsup, eric garner, ferguson, michael brown, racism, trayvon martin
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Fear
In Exodus 32, the Israelites make a golden calf for an idol, even though God had just rescued them from Egypt and parted the Red Sea so they could escape the ensuing army.
And God gets mad.
He tells Moses the people are stiff-necked and he is going to destroy them. Moses pleads for God to spare them, and he does.
This anger makes total sense to me. They're worshipping an idol, unashamedly engaging in pagan practices even as God meets with their leader to create a covenant. Of course God would be angry. They've betrayed him.
Then I read Numbers 14. An almost identical scene—God gets mad and tells Moses he's going to destroy the Israelites. Moses pleads, and God relents.
Why did God get mad this time? Not because of an idol. Because of fear. The Israelites had sent a few spies into the Promised Land and gotten mixed reviews, so they decide it would be better to go back to Egypt. They decide to appoint a new leader, maybe even kill Moses, and head back.
It struck me as I read this that God got just as mad about the Israelites letting fear hold them back as he did about them worshipping an idol. In fact, fear is a form of idolatry. It's a way of saying, "Sure, God is powerful but this thing that I'm afraid of is more powerful."
The fact is, what God had for the Israelites was so much better than the alternative they wanted to go back to! They had so much more to fear heading back to Egypt than heading into the Promised Land. But Egypt was known—they could rely on themselves. Heading into the Promised Land was unknown, and they had to trust God to get them through it.
I've never worshipped a golden calf. But I have let fear keep me from doing what I know God has for me. I have chosen the path that seems easier, just because I know it and can trust in myself. And that hurts God just as much as worshipping a golden calf.
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Labels: Exodus, fear, idolatry, israelites, Moses, numbers, trust, trusting God
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Moms and Dads
Although I'm not a parent, one thing that really bugs me is seeing the way moms and dads are treated so differently. It's insulting to men and unfair to women.
A church I drive by had a sign up this week for Father's Day: "Honor your fathers. Fathers: Be honorable."
I reflected on whether a church would put up a parallel sign for Mother's Day. And I highly doubt it. A Mother's Day sign would be more apt to read: "Honor your mothers. Mothers are honorable."
You see the difference there? It's typically assumed on Mother's Day that moms are already doing a great job. But dads, they need to be admonished and taught to be better fathers.
And perhaps they do. No one is a perfect parent. It's the gap that bothers me. You see it in the media, too. On sitcoms fathers are always bumbling idiots who have no clue how to parent. If they're left alone with their children, chaos ensues because really, they can't be trusted. T-shirts are made for babies to wear that reflect a similar concept: only moms really know how to parent.
Around Mother's Day a video was circulating about a job posting for the world's hardest job. Its description included long hours, being at constant beck and call, having no bathroom breaks, and so on. Not surprisingly, the job turned out to be a mother (although the people in the video were shocked). But it outraged me that the job was mother, not parent. Dads don't work hard at parenting, too?
We emasculate fathers, we lecture them to do better and assume they really can't, but then we complain that many fathers are absent or partly absent from their kids lives. But why wouldn't they be? We've reduced their role to sperm-giver and babysitter. While the reality is that they're extremely important to raising a child, the message we send is that we really could do it better without them. So why should they stay?
I've been making perpetual calendars lately with squares for Father's Day and Mother's Day. I used a heart as the pictogram on both of them. Many might use a heart for moms and a tie for dads. But dads are so much more than suits making the money so moms can raise the kids right. I believe they should be equal to mothers in child rearing. That raising a child is best done in partnership. I believe good dads are represented by love just as good moms are.
Not only is this unequal treatment insulting to men, but it sets women in a light that has often made motherhood seem very unappealing to me. While dads can be people who have lives, a part of which is being a dad, moms are often seen solely in the role of a mother. That's an ugly flip side to this coin. Dads are idiots; moms have no life. Neither is a picture anyone wants to be.
There are certain roles in parenting that only women are physically equipped to do. But those represent a small and short-term portion of a child's life. This Father's Day, I'm celebrating all the dads I've seen who take an active role in their child's lives. The dads who aren't bumbling idiots who sometimes "babysit" their children. I'm celebrating real dads.
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Labels: dads, father's day, fathers, moms, mother's day, mothers, parenting, parents
Monday, June 9, 2014
Identity
I can't remember if I've already blogged about this, but since I'm not sure I wanted to make sure I do it now.
In 2012, the main thing God did in my life was teach me who I am and re-shape my identity. I'd just gone through a divorce and was on my own again for the first time in 5 years. I was ready for a fresh start, ready to discover who I really was—a whole person, made in the image of Christ.
I spent most of that year reading just 8 or so different chapters of the Bible. Each day I'd read one or two verses and contemplate on what those verses said about who God is, and what that showed about who I am. I wanted my identity to be rooted in who God is, because I'm his child. It was a wonderful way to read the Bible, and I ended up memorizing much of what I read simply because I spent so much time immersed in just a few words.
Out of that time came this project. Each day I'd write on a mirror who I was and surround it with who God is.
It's hard for me to really put into words how 2012 changed me. But whenever I start to feel uncertain or worried, I head over to this mirror collage and read a few. And inevitably, it regrounds me and helps me remember that I have nothing to fear.
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Labels: identity, identity in Christ, rediscovering yourself
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Sin & the Snooze Button
It starts with just nine minutes. Your alarm goes off and you think, I can hit snooze. It's just nine minutes.
Then it goes off again, and you think the same thing. Like the proverbial frog in boiling water, you let nine minutes at a time fool you into thinking you're not that late. Until 45 minutes later you realize you've hit snooze 5 times and aren't going to be able to get that run in.
A couple days ago in the city I used to call home, two 12-year old girls plotted the murder of their friend and stabbed her 19 times. Thankfully, she survived. The two 12-year old girls have reportedly expressed little remorse even in the aftermath of this horrid event. They're looking at 60 years in prison. No high school, no college, no career, no husbands, no raising a family, no retirement party. Their futures are over before they ever started.
What does it take for a 12-year old to get to the point of trying to murder her friend? I think it's a series of snooze buttons. They didn't wake up suddenly one day after playing My Little Pony and think, "let's stab our friend." They gradually allowed darkness to creep into their lives through gruesome fictional stories. They gradually let themselves believe these stories weren't fiction. They gradually—over a series of half a year—plotted and planned this stabbing. One little advance at a time, they let Satan into their lives. One little advance at a time until they were at the point of attempted murder.
When the alarm bells start ringing, we can't ignore them. We can't hit snooze. We can't say it's only nine minutes. Because those alarm bells warn us that the more we ignore them, the more we'll head down a dark path toward sin.
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Labels: evil, sin, Waukesha stabbing
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Talents
I've been reading Brave Enough to Follow by Stuart Briscoe. And God's timing for when I started reading it sure is funny.
Thanks, God.
Turns out maybe he's brought me to where I am because I'm not that awesome.
I think I tend to rely fairly heavily on what I perceive as my talents. I forget that even these are gifts from God, and that I can best use my talents when I'm doing so through his power.
After Peter catches the miraculous catch of fish, he tells Jesus to go away. He calls Jesus "Lord" and himself a "sinful man." In that moment, Peter saw how Jesus' power could transform his somewhat average fishing skills (and that particular night, subpar skills), and he knew God's glory. He was humbled.
I want to be the kind of person that shines God's glory through the work I do—not the kind of person that thinks I got where I am because I'm so great. I want God to transform my average talent into an overflowing net of fish.
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Labels: disciples, humbleness, humility, Luke 5, Peter, pride















