I was wandering around the blogsophere, and I chanced upon this blog. If you take time to read it, you'll find that she makes an interesting point.
Which is further discussed in this blog.
So this adult woman dates outside of her faith, and is hiding, in fear for her life? And no one in the mainstream media has the...guts to discuss it?
Well, OK, it was discussed, here, and here, and and here. What's missing in the coverage is the righteous indignation seen when, say, the Duggars had a 19th child and decided to keep on having children. But, yes, they (the Duggars) are followers of a narrow-minded, patriarchal religion that keeps women under the control of the men in their families, bound to childrearing and not allowed education. Not a religion of peace.
Hey, check out the comments in that third article I linked. Find the one where the poster accuses Azad of making up this story to get publicity for her career. That's right. Blame it on the woman. And she won't even come to court, you know, because she's afraid for her father and brother. So the Brits can't really prosecute them.
Well, actually, they can, and aren't. And, actually, she's afraid of her father and brother.
I hope she gets to have some kind of normal life someday.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Epiphany
What does this mean?
It is celebrated in many ways, all over the world.
And, of course, hymns are sung.
The People That In Darkness Sat
The people that in darkness sat A glorious light have seen;
The light has shined on them who long In shades of death have been,
In shades of death have been.
To hail Thee, Sun of Righteousness, The gath'ring nations come;
They joy as when the reapers bear Their harvest treasures home.
Their harvest treasures home.
To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is giv'n,
And on his shoulder ever rests All power in earth and heav'n,
All pow'r in earth and heav'n.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace, The Everlasting Lord,
The Wonderful, the Counselor, The God by all adored,
The God by all adored.
His righteous government and pow'r Shall over all extend;
On judgment and on justice based, His reign shall have no end,
His reign shall have no end.
Lord Jesus, reign in us, we pray, And make us thine alone,
Who with the Father ever art And Holy Spirit, one,
And Holy Spirit, one.
It is celebrated in many ways, all over the world.
And, of course, hymns are sung.
The People That In Darkness Sat
The people that in darkness sat A glorious light have seen;
The light has shined on them who long In shades of death have been,
In shades of death have been.
To hail Thee, Sun of Righteousness, The gath'ring nations come;
They joy as when the reapers bear Their harvest treasures home.
Their harvest treasures home.
To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is giv'n,
And on his shoulder ever rests All power in earth and heav'n,
All pow'r in earth and heav'n.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace, The Everlasting Lord,
The Wonderful, the Counselor, The God by all adored,
The God by all adored.
His righteous government and pow'r Shall over all extend;
On judgment and on justice based, His reign shall have no end,
His reign shall have no end.
Lord Jesus, reign in us, we pray, And make us thine alone,
Who with the Father ever art And Holy Spirit, one,
And Holy Spirit, one.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
The Twelfth Day of Christmas
Is also (almost) Wordless Wednesday. Coffee mug given to me by our youngest son.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Eleventh Day of Christmas
Today we start back to schooling.
It's been a lovely month or so of just being a family, but now it's time to get whatever our act is back into gear and prepare to take it on the road that is life. We're not getting into gear fast enough this morning; we overslept a bit, and there are still about an hour and a half of chores before we can begin. But we're getting there.
We're actually beginning our final semester of homeschooling. I have to admit I'm being pulled into it; John and Mary have decided that she'll be going to high school in the fall. This one. It's a good one, and she'll do well. But I'm in mourning.
It's partly because this student of mine has never been to school. We've been responsible for her education from the age of 3. She's learned how to read here, how to count her money, how to draw and sing and ride horses and care for dogs and chickens and goats. She's learned to sew and paint and do laundry. She knows about Europe and knights and mummies and hobbits and kings and queens and emperors. She knows that rocks are hard and soft and many points in between. She's dissected fish, raised and killed various bugs, bottle fed baby animals and learned to organize her time and things. But now, for some reason, we aren't able to educate her anymore, and, in two and a half years, she'll graduate with a diploma that says someone else made sure she was ready for the world.
We'll have to pay tuition, and, in order to do that, I'll have to go back to work. I like the work I'm doing now. I care for my home and family, which is not the mindless occupation some think it is. I garden, and care for animals, at least when my feet are healthy and I can go outside!! I do not sit eating bon bons and watching soap operas; I find it hard to believe that that sort of housewife ever existed! I find it ironic that, in order to pay tuition for someone else to do what I apparently am not able to do, it is suggested that I go back to (get ready for it) teaching. "That's a good job, Melody, and you'll still be home with her on school breaks." Bwahahahaha!
Yeah, I knew this would end. I figured that, sometime in the next 2 years or so, I would release her to the world of higher learning. But I really thought she'd follow her older brother into college. I'm a high school teacher, for cripes' sake. But this is her choice, and we're honoring that. We gave the same choice to the boys, and they chose differently.
I just hope we don't live to regret it. I already am.
It's been a lovely month or so of just being a family, but now it's time to get whatever our act is back into gear and prepare to take it on the road that is life. We're not getting into gear fast enough this morning; we overslept a bit, and there are still about an hour and a half of chores before we can begin. But we're getting there.
We're actually beginning our final semester of homeschooling. I have to admit I'm being pulled into it; John and Mary have decided that she'll be going to high school in the fall. This one. It's a good one, and she'll do well. But I'm in mourning.
It's partly because this student of mine has never been to school. We've been responsible for her education from the age of 3. She's learned how to read here, how to count her money, how to draw and sing and ride horses and care for dogs and chickens and goats. She's learned to sew and paint and do laundry. She knows about Europe and knights and mummies and hobbits and kings and queens and emperors. She knows that rocks are hard and soft and many points in between. She's dissected fish, raised and killed various bugs, bottle fed baby animals and learned to organize her time and things. But now, for some reason, we aren't able to educate her anymore, and, in two and a half years, she'll graduate with a diploma that says someone else made sure she was ready for the world.
We'll have to pay tuition, and, in order to do that, I'll have to go back to work. I like the work I'm doing now. I care for my home and family, which is not the mindless occupation some think it is. I garden, and care for animals, at least when my feet are healthy and I can go outside!! I do not sit eating bon bons and watching soap operas; I find it hard to believe that that sort of housewife ever existed! I find it ironic that, in order to pay tuition for someone else to do what I apparently am not able to do, it is suggested that I go back to (get ready for it) teaching. "That's a good job, Melody, and you'll still be home with her on school breaks." Bwahahahaha!
Yeah, I knew this would end. I figured that, sometime in the next 2 years or so, I would release her to the world of higher learning. But I really thought she'd follow her older brother into college. I'm a high school teacher, for cripes' sake. But this is her choice, and we're honoring that. We gave the same choice to the boys, and they chose differently.
I just hope we don't live to regret it. I already am.
Monday, January 3, 2011
The Tenth Day of Christmas
Well, it appears that our new cat, Burr, was not spayed. We still can't double check that, but her belly seems to be expanding, and she seems to be, er, preparing to nurse. Mary has been worrying about her raising kittens in January in northern Illinois. Our reading is reassuring me that this won't likely be a problem; most cats are good moms. And they have to be. One thing I learned during our reading is not reassuring me. Apparently, cats can and do go into heat and can be bred as soon as 48 hours after delivering a litter. It seems they breed like, well, rabbits.
Yes, she will be spayed as soon as possible after delivery!
Update, Wednesday, Jan. 5; Since I couldn't go outside and see her, Mary brought Burr in to me. She is not pregnant, just, probably, really wormy. (Ick) I have wormed her, so that should change soon!
Yes, she will be spayed as soon as possible after delivery!
Update, Wednesday, Jan. 5; Since I couldn't go outside and see her, Mary brought Burr in to me. She is not pregnant, just, probably, really wormy. (Ick) I have wormed her, so that should change soon!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Still Celebrating!
January 2 is the 9th day of Christmas. Although many have shifted The Twelve Days to those before Christmas, they are not pre-Christmas days, but they start on the 25th and end on the 6th. Just refreshing your memory!
On this Eighth Day, Cindy Lu Who came to visit.
She brought her brothers, Bobby Lou and Eddie You.
In fact, she brought the whole family. Johnny Boo, Krissy Dew and Cindy's older sister, Moo Goo. They made pizza for us. Grandpa helped.
(This blog post seemed funnier in my mind.)
Today, the Ninth Day, we were blessed with the Body and Blood of Jesus. And this hymn...
Now Sing We, Now Rejoice
Now Sing We, Now Rejoice, Now raise to heav'n our voice,
He from who joy streameth, Poor in a manger lies;
Not so brightly beameth The sun in yonder skies.
Thou my Savior art! Thou my Savior art!
Come from on high to me; I cannot rise to Thee,
Cheer my wearied spirit, O pure and holy Child;
Through Thy grace and merit, Blest Jesus, Lord most mild,
Draw me unto Thee! Draw me unto Thee!
Now through His Son doth shine The Father's grace divine.
Death was reigning o'er us Through sin and vanity
Till He opened for us A bright eternity.
May we praise Him there! May we praise Him there!
Oh, where shall joy be found? Where but on heav'nly ground?
Where the angels singing With all his saints unite,
Sweetest praises bringing In heav'nly joy and light.
Oh, that we were there! Oh, that we were there!
On this Eighth Day, Cindy Lu Who came to visit.
She brought her brothers, Bobby Lou and Eddie You.
In fact, she brought the whole family. Johnny Boo, Krissy Dew and Cindy's older sister, Moo Goo. They made pizza for us. Grandpa helped.
(This blog post seemed funnier in my mind.)
Today, the Ninth Day, we were blessed with the Body and Blood of Jesus. And this hymn...
Now Sing We, Now Rejoice
Now Sing We, Now Rejoice, Now raise to heav'n our voice,
He from who joy streameth, Poor in a manger lies;
Not so brightly beameth The sun in yonder skies.
Thou my Savior art! Thou my Savior art!
Come from on high to me; I cannot rise to Thee,
Cheer my wearied spirit, O pure and holy Child;
Through Thy grace and merit, Blest Jesus, Lord most mild,
Draw me unto Thee! Draw me unto Thee!
Now through His Son doth shine The Father's grace divine.
Death was reigning o'er us Through sin and vanity
Till He opened for us A bright eternity.
May we praise Him there! May we praise Him there!
Oh, where shall joy be found? Where but on heav'nly ground?
Where the angels singing With all his saints unite,
Sweetest praises bringing In heav'nly joy and light.
Oh, that we were there! Oh, that we were there!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
On the Eighth Day of Christmas...
We rang in 2011!
Friends and family were over, we ate and ate hors d'ouerves, drank yummy beverages, played cards, and talked. As usual, we almost missed the midnight shenanigans because we were talking!! But we managed to count down to midnight and participate in the hoopla.
Mary and her friend, Caitlin, sure participated.
This morning we've slept in, drunk pots and pots of coffee, eaten cinnamon rolls, pumpkin bars and bacon, and spent time with good friends. What a lovely way to start a new year!
I wish all the best for you and yours in 2011!
Friends and family were over, we ate and ate hors d'ouerves, drank yummy beverages, played cards, and talked. As usual, we almost missed the midnight shenanigans because we were talking!! But we managed to count down to midnight and participate in the hoopla.
Mary and her friend, Caitlin, sure participated.
This morning we've slept in, drunk pots and pots of coffee, eaten cinnamon rolls, pumpkin bars and bacon, and spent time with good friends. What a lovely way to start a new year!
I wish all the best for you and yours in 2011!
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