Posted October 2nd, 2013 by Jen in religion
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I realized something today about location. That’s the mantra of real estate, right? Location, location, location.
Reading in John 8, where Jesus is speaking about the validity of his testimony and the pharisees are challenging his authority to appear as his own witness, there was tucked into a verse something I never noticed.
Why was this location mentioned? Why was Jesus teaching next to the offerings? I followed the footnote back to Mark 12:41, where Jesus is again speaking next to the place where offerings were put. In the Mark account, Jesus is noticing the poor widow who offers her two small copper coins. And this footnote told me something interesting about the location:
Yes. This was the answer to that niggling question in my head, one of those minor details that tend to trip me up. I believe Jesus was teaching and seated next to the temple treasury not because he wanted to keep a parsimonious eye on who gave what, but because it gave him access to both men and women. This revelation spoke to me about my own locale and area of influence — am I sharing my faith in the venues that reach the most people, regions that include sometimes overlooked populations? What can I do about this?
Posted June 24th, 2013 by Jen in family life
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I’m on my last child to be losing front teeth. I just played tooth fairy a few minutes ago, and my 10 year old had to help me out. “Jo, do you have any money?” –and I added an apology, “you don’t still believe in the Tooth Fairy do you? I’m so sorry to have to ask you…” She assured me she knew all about it, and happily handed over the money for her little brother.
The tooth went into a little plastic bag with a note, “June 24, 2013–L.’s front tooth,” to join the myriad of baby teeth hidden in secret places. I tucked a dollar bill by L’s head and felt a sudden sadness that soon I’ll be out of a job. I had the crazy thought that I wouldn’t give it up, that even when my children are grown and gray, I’d still collect their fallen old teeth and reward them with surprise treasures. Of course, it’s more likely that one of them will have to play tooth fairy to me when I’m old and worn out! Really, old folks deserve a Tooth Fairy, too, don’t you think?
When JJ was about five and lost one of her first teeth, I gave her my silver ring that I’d had since high school. It’s still in her treasure box. My oldest boy got a Bicentennial silver dollar once, a prized possession I’d had since I was little. See, this Tooth Fairy job is serious and sentimental business, my small way of telling my children that I cherish them. Oh, I’ll find other ways, this has just been “my thing.” I do have a fair amount of kids’ teeth to go, so I suppose I have time to figure out the next thing. Watch out, kids, if I’m still around when you’re 90!