Titus came in this afternoon from playing with the neighbor boy. This boy has caused Katie and Titus some concern. He doesn't believe in God, and they don't know how to process this.

Imagine Titus' little brow furrowed and his voice deep with intensity.
"Mom, Josh says he hates God."
"Are you and Katie hassling him about God?" I ask.
"Josh says he hates God!"
I'm at a loss and trust Matt will know how to handle this when he gets home. He's the pastor after all. He better have an answer for this.

A few minutes later I heard Titus saying to Katie, "I wonder what will happen to Josh. Will the ground open up and swallow him?"
His little hands, held flat together, open up to show the earth swallowing someone up.

I think he might be getting something from our morning Old Testament reading, even if it is from the King James.

Titus Learns About Fighting the Devil

This morning at family devotions Titus began talking about how he was going to punch and kick Satan since Satan wants to destroy us. I said, "Titus, God gave us different tools to fight Satan.
God gave us the Bible. To be a strong man of God, you have to know God's word."

Titus responded, "When I grow up I am going to get pinchers (translate pliers) and pinch and pinch and pinch Satan until He is dead, and then I am going to cook him up."

Apparently this is what Titus heard in my explanation, "Titus, God gave us different tools to fight Satan. Blah, blah, blah."

Chasing After Other Gods

Matt is reading through the Bible during our morning family worship. He is currently in Deuteronomy. This morning, after Matt explained our Bible reading to the kids and me, Katie said, "The only reason I would chase after other Gods would be because when I got there, I would destroy them!"

Henry's Walking

Henry is really, really, really excited he can walk. See for yourself!

Christmas 2008

Merry Christmas!

We spent Christmas at Bud and Penny's this year. Penny is great at decorating for holidays, but this year her home seemed especially nice. As my sister said, "It's like being at a nice lodge for Christmas." Her home was the epitome of a Colorado Christmas this year. The pictures do not do it justice.

My little sister Liz was with us this year which was a special treat for Katie and Titus. She is great about playing with them. Plus, Liz got a Wii for Christmas, so we got to play with it all Christmas day. That was pretty awesome.

Here are some pictures from the celebrations:

Christmas Eve we gather at Bud and Penny's to open the gifts from the Powell family gift exchange. At this moment I learned not to let your kids help wrap gifts. When Liz was handed her gift, Titus jumped up and down yelling, "We got you an Iron Man movie!" Liz feigned surprise for us, even though Titus jumped the gun.

As with all infants, the wrappings and boxes were Henry's favorite part of the evening. He's trained his whole life for this moment. He had the tearing and destruction skills necessary for unwrapping gifts.
Katie is modeling her new Christmas pajamas from Grandma Penny. She is also holding her new robot. Earlier this month she declared girl toys were stupid and she would like more boy toys. I remember feeling the same way when I would watch my older brothers playing with their remote control cars, boxing one another with boxing gloves, and playing their video games. Baby dolls just lay around doing nothing!

Titus is modeling his new superhero costume.

I don't remember what has Kate so tickled, but I do know that if Grandpa sits down, she always wants to hop in his lap, or be near him. He's a very patient Grandpa and puts up with her smothering very well.





Katie recited her memory verses for the evening, and this was Titus' contribution:

The Freedom of Submission

I have seen people respond to the trouble rebellious women make by cutting off all privileges to women. There are pastors who won't allow women Bible studies because the women can't be trusted not to subvert the church. I have heard women say, "It's always the women who cause problems in a church." The controlling husband won't allow his wife to have friends or get a driver's license for fear she might rebel against him. I knew a man who would respond to his rebellious wife with, "Sit down and shut up!"

But I would like to contend that the answer to wicked women is not tighter controls and less freedom, but the truth of the gospel. Neither Jesus nor the apostles treated women with suspicion or attempted to keep them out of theology discussions. Rather, Jesus said Mary chose the better thing when she left the house work to sit at His feet in the role of a disciple. Jesus Himself said it is good for women to engage in theology discussions. Paul started a work in the book of Acts based on Lydia and the women who were meeting to pray together by a river side. And both Aquila and Priscilla taught Apollo the doctrines of the faith.

I am just as much a prophet, priest, and king as my husband and all the men in the church. I am equal in standing before God with all the men around me. But this does not mean I reject submission to my husband and the church elders. Just as Christ was no less God when He submitted Himself to the Father and was sent, as Scripture tells us, so I can submit to my husband without feeling myself denigrated in my person hood.

In fact, I feel a wonderful freedom in my submission to my husband. I think of it this way: Matt and I have a fenced in back yard. Before the fence, the children could not go outside without a parent with them. They could only play in the yard under a close eye of a parent. But now they can go outside and stretch their imaginations and legs to their heart's content. So I am protected about by my submissive understanding. Matt doesn't have to watch everything I do, because he trusts that I am hedged about from those who would destroy me (including my own self-destructive tendencies) by submission.

This is one of the things I love about being in a creedal church. Our church, and I as a believer, can engage with those from a different perspective with confidence and freedom, because we are hedged about by our submission to the creeds. I know when I am talking with someone who comes from a Reformed Baptist persuasion, for instance, that I need not be afraid of their opposing ideas. My creeds, to which I am in submission, are firm on baptism. I can have full and interesting discussions because I'm firmly submitted to the authority of my church.

A rebellious woman is a great danger to her home (she tears it down with her own hands, Proverbs tells us,) her church and to her society. The greatest danger is to the woman herself, though. As the child who rejects the fences that were placed about him for his good, the woman who rejects the God-ordained authorities He's fenced her about with is prey to the soul destroying sin of her own as well as the wolves who are looking for opportunities to steal.

Men value few things more than peace. Early in our marriage, Matt and I came to a crossroad. In my rebellion I was using the guilt card a lot and we were falling into a pattern of Matt abdicating authority out of guilt. I was angry and he was becoming ambivalent as a result. But God, in His mercy, called Matt to obedience. Matt sat me down and called my sin sin and reasserted his authority in our home. He was taking a chance. He didn't know how I would respond. I might respond with fights and resistance, possibly even divorce, and any chance at peace in our home would be lost. There is no one in a better position to make Matt's life miserable than I. Or God might soften my heart and I might repent, and then we could have the strong God-honoring marriage that is possible.

One thing for sure, we would have only had a facsimile of peace if he allowed the situation to remain as it was. But God gives us what we don't deserve when we are His children. And He spurred Matt on to do the right thing.

I see around me so many men who took the other road when their marriage got to this point. They chose their own peace over the good of the wife and the marriage. When I think about what Matt did that day, I am overwhelmed with the risk he took for my sake. He called me to repentance, not because he is a bully, but because he loved me enough to fight for our marriage and for my soul. He hedged me about with protection when he stepped up and took the leadership of our home, and by extension he's hedged our children about, too.

Peace is a wonderful thing, but real peace will never come at the cost of the truth. Real peace is when we are reconciled to God through the gospel and then guilt no longer has power over us. My favorite weapon against Matt was taken away from me when I was reconciled to God. In rebelling against the God-ordained authority over me, I was rebelling against God as the Bible and the Heidelberg teaches us. Joyous freedom comes when we are under the light and glorious yoke of Christ. Freedom and peace are a wonderful thing but they do come at a cost. Submission to my husband is a light and glorious yoke in comparison to the misery of the alternative. He watched for my soul that day and facilitated reconciliation with him and with God

Submission is my protection in my church and country, too. Elders in a church are to watch for the souls of the people, the Bible tells us, and we are not to make their jobs difficult, but we are to submit to them recognizing God put them over us for our good. I am thankful for the work of the police and the system of laws in place in our country. As Dr. C.W. Powell says, "You never get what you think you are going to get when you act against the truth of Scripture." The rebellious woman who beats her husband down does not get freedom, but is chained by her own sin and trapped in anger. The person who leaves a church because he chafes against the authority of the pastor and elders does not get respect and freedom, but he loses respect and his exposed wickedness restricts his influence with others, and he becomes prey to the false teachers who will tickle his ears. The criminal who lives outside of the law gets victimized by other criminals and has fewer avenues of activity than law-abiding citizens. The criminal must constantly lie and watch over his shoulder.

It's the seeming paradox of the Scriptures that teaches us that we actually gain our life when we lose it. I gained my marriage when I lost control of it. This is what it means to live by faith.

Warning: Graphic Material

Toward the end of the church service yesterday Titus, nervously wiggling, excused himself to go to the bathroom. I waited to hear his calls which end every "big job." Not hearing any for a suspicious amount of time, I checked in on the boy. Poop smeared his leg and globs landed on his pants, the floor, and potty seat.

I panic and call for him to not move. After depositing Henry with a friend in the service, I gather my wits about me again. As I'm tackling this mommy job and begin cleaning Titus up, he says, "Well, I won't make that mistake again."