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Monday, August 17, 2009
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August 17, 2009
You can teach a student a lesson for a day; but if you can teach him to learn by creating curiosity, he will continue the learning process as long as he lives. ~Clay P. Bedford
As the mother of young children, I have “enjoyed” many episodes of Curious George, the fun-loving monkey whose adventures broaden his world. Moon Monkey Coffee is a lot like George –exploring unchartered territory, meeting new friends, and enjoying life.
With a curiosity like that, who can keep the Monkey from learning? This fall, that is exactly what the Monkey and I will be doing. We, collectively under my name and my Sallie Mae account, have enrolled at Asbury Theological Seminary in Wilmore, Ky. To earn “our” Masters in Biblical Studies.
In exchange for feeding his curiosity, the Monkey has promised to keep me company (and awake) during my late night study sessions and early morning lectures. Together we’ll conquer the deep theological discussions with new friends. In the end, I will use my degree to become a college professor; the Monkey will probably just use his to impress his favorite Shine.FM female artists!
You can join us here every Monday to hear about our latest adventures and what we’ve learned. You can also follow some of those deep (and not so deep) theological discussions at my personal blog. In the process, maybe you will also catch a little of the Monkey’s curiosity!
Links used:
http://www.asburyseminary.edu/
http://abbiemantor.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Daily Mug Shot

Our Greatest Fear —Marianne Williamson
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
—Marianne Williamson
[Often said to have been quoted in a speech by Nelson Mandela. The source is Return to Love by Marianne Williamson, Harper Collins, 1992. —Peter McLaughlin]
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Monday, July 13, 2009
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
It’s Time You Knew...Guest Post by Stephanie Ericsson's
#cowboyupgurlz
There are these women, see? Women who've sent me direct messages on Twitter or emailed me, or posted to my blog. These women, who saw me floundering, make it a point to support me almost every day. You can do it... each of them says, each in their own way. Some send prayers. Some send money. Some send me their stories. Some even send me 'virtual' flowers! Little by little we learn one another's stories... All of them give me strength that I would not have had without them.
One of these women, givelovecoffee, a coffee micro-roaster with her own company, Moon Monkey Coffee, sent me this message one day, after she'd had a particularly hard day herself "...time to live our new mantra, 'cowboy up, girls'... with Tylenol everything will be OK." From there, one of us came up with the Twitter toy #cowboyupgurlz and since then, we've been using it to alert all the other women, living in a man's world, picking ourselves up by our bootstraps and trudging forward in spite of all. Later, she wrote,
"No more apologies take captives under your influence & make a difference in spite of your circumstances. #cowboyupgurlz It's a new day! Your tweet was divine—instead of feeling sorry for myself I felt humbled but not powerless...The act of one-anothering in online spaces, gives a connection to not just pixels but people to share in your circumstances, to offer a kind word, a 140 characters of encouragement to be excellent!
All the best today! Leaning in looking up & whispering our names...
I think that's a great definition of #cowboyupgurlz. "The act of one-anothering..." is apt.
Today, I sit in my old apartment, alone...trying to get the loose ends wrapped up. Trouble is—I get confused when I'm overwhelmed and my attention-deficit takes over and leads me by my nose in circles. Added to this is my pain-level today, which is greater than it's been in months. Ugh. I've worn out my son and his friend, Cain—they have worked really hard for the past week, so I sent them off to their respective dwelling spots to recuperate. Now I have to get the rest of the stuff packed and ready for moving. I am praying someone will be able to help. Can only do what I can.
I sat down and had a good cry. Then I checked my email, and there were notes and tweets of encouragement. Suddenly, what just seemed impossible—seems possible. It will be ok. All of it.
So, to all these women, members of the #cowboyupgurlz club, Yahoo...! I'm going to get it done. I'm going to make a difference, in spite of my circumstances—maybe even because of them...
The angels just told me a secret:
Within the difficulties, the suffering, the hopelessness, there is hidden opportunities for redemption, for connection, for love. If I tackle the problems, I'll find miracles hiding there.
http://stephanieericssonconfessions.blogspot.com/
It’s Time You Knew...Guest Post by Stephanie Ericsson's
#cowboyupgurlz
There are these women, see? Women who've sent me direct messages on Twitter or emailed me, or posted to my blog. These women, who saw me floundering, make it a point to support me almost every day. You can do it... each of them says, each in their own way. Some send prayers. Some send money. Some send me their stories. Some even send me 'virtual' flowers! Little by little we learn one another's stories... All of them give me strength that I would not have had without them.
One of these women, givelovecoffee, a coffee micro-roaster with her own company, Moon Monkey Coffee, sent me this message one day, after she'd had a particularly hard day herself "...time to live our new mantra, 'cowboy up, girls'... with Tylenol everything will be OK." From there, one of us came up with the Twitter toy #cowboyupgurlz and since then, we've been using it to alert all the other women, living in a man's world, picking ourselves up by our bootstraps and trudging forward in spite of all. Later, she wrote,
"No more apologies take captives under your influence & make a difference in spite of your circumstances. #cowboyupgurlz It's a new day! Your tweet was divine—instead of feeling sorry for myself I felt humbled but not powerless...The act of one-anothering in online spaces, gives a connection to not just pixels but people to share in your circumstances, to offer a kind word, a 140 characters of encouragement to be excellent!
All the best today! Leaning in looking up & whispering our names...
I think that's a great definition of #cowboyupgurlz. "The act of one-anothering..." is apt.
Today, I sit in my old apartment, alone...trying to get the loose ends wrapped up. Trouble is—I get confused when I'm overwhelmed and my attention-deficit takes over and leads me by my nose in circles. Added to this is my pain-level today, which is greater than it's been in months. Ugh. I've worn out my son and his friend, Cain—they have worked really hard for the past week, so I sent them off to their respective dwelling spots to recuperate. Now I have to get the rest of the stuff packed and ready for moving. I am praying someone will be able to help. Can only do what I can.
I sat down and had a good cry. Then I checked my email, and there were notes and tweets of encouragement. Suddenly, what just seemed impossible—seems possible. It will be ok. All of it.
So, to all these women, members of the #cowboyupgurlz club, Yahoo...! I'm going to get it done. I'm going to make a difference, in spite of my circumstances—maybe even because of them...
The angels just told me a secret:
Within the difficulties, the suffering, the hopelessness, there is hidden opportunities for redemption, for connection, for love. If I tackle the problems, I'll find miracles hiding there.
http://stephanieericssonconfessions.blogspot.com/
Friday, June 26, 2009
Daily Mug Shot

this insight that was tweeted last night from Andrew Sullivan says it all:
There are two things to say about him. He was a musical genius; and he was an abused child. By abuse, I do not mean sexual abuse; I mean he was used brutally and callously for money, and clearly imprisoned by a tyrannical father. He had no real childhood and spent much of his later life struggling to get one. He was spiritually and psychologically raped at a very early age - and never recovered. Watching him change his race, his age, and almost his gender, you saw a tortured soul seeking what the rest of us take for granted: a normal life.
But he had no compass to find one; no real friends to support and advise him; and money and fame imprisoned him in the delusions of narcissism and self-indulgence. Of course, he bears responsibility for his bizarre life. But the damage done to him by his own family and then by all those motivated more by money and power than by faith and love was irreparable in the end. He died a while ago. He remained for so long a walking human shell.
I loved his music. His young voice was almost a miracle, his poise in retrospect eery, his joy, tempered by pain, often unbearably uplifting. He made the greatest music video of all time; and he made some of the greatest records of all time. He was everything our culture worships; and yet he was obviously desperately unhappy, tortured, afraid and alone.
I grieve for him; but I also grieve for the culture that created and destroyed him. That culture is ours' and it is a lethal and brutal one: with fame and celebrity as its core values, with money as its sole motive, it chewed this child up and spat him out.
I hope he has the peace now he never had in his life. And I pray that such genius will not be so abused again
Earlier this week I referenced an article by Ben Arment titled " Modern Day Multitude Makers" Here's an excerpt " The spiritual impace of his ministry goes without saying, but there were social forces at work that gathered the crowds. Multitude -making is a social phenomenon, not a spiritual one. And if we overlook tht truth, we do stupid things in the name of faith" page 76 Multitude Makers.
http://www.collidemagazine.com/
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Daily Mug Shot

Today's daily mug shot is a re post. This picture captures me. As I let my mind wander...is it excitement, exhaustion, extreme sweating? What does it say to you? Can you see yourself on her face. I can. I've been running hard, to earn & learn vs leaning in the past two days...will slow down today and build MOR= margin of reflection...taking in nothing new and processing only what I have taken in from the past week. Pray for me this will be a challenge!
In honor of this day of MOR Margin of reflection: here's few day worth of tweets links & the link to stir you up....
From Collide Magazine: Prophetic= to communicate the heart of God...... I don't think it is the job itself that gets boring it's our approach to it.
From givelovecoffee twitter profile:
@Mark Batterson: Many people feel like a failure-simply because they haven't defined success.
@Steven Futrick: Faith is not a drug to sedate you through life you have it's a force to transform you to another realm of reality.
@curtstweets: Character is what emerges from all the little things you were to busy to do yesterday but did anyway Mclaughlin
Monday, June 22, 2009
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