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Luke ix.23: Were they just words?

(This is written in a note-taking sort of way. I’m hashing out some thoughts.)

Jesus’s crucifixion was more than the inspiration for elaborate devotional practices: it was the paradigm for what his closest followers could expect. The savior was himself a martyr who had suffered a violent death by execution. “Take up your cross and follow me” (Matt. 16:24, Luke 9:23)–were these just words? If Christians took seriously this command, they too might meet with tribulation and death. (Brad Gregory, Salvation at Stake, 110)

Were these just words? Did Jesus talk for the sake of talking? Or did he mean for his so-called followers to take him seriously?

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Type from the margins

Designers work with clients to understand the project. They don’t merely ask for the company name, an image they want to use, and slap a logo together, using whatever typeface they like–at least good designers don’t. There is a lot more thought involved. A lot!

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Change the typeface and save millions?

A 14-year-old Pittsburgh-area student, Suvir Mirchandani, came up with a plan to save his school thousands of dollars annually by changing the typeface they used for printed documents. His science fair work garnered him not only CNN coverage, but more importantly the interest of the Journal for Emerging Investigators (JEI) which challenged him to test his work on the federal government. He did so and concluded a type change would save hundreds of millions of dollars annually.

You can read the detailed discussion of his findings on JEI’s site: A Simple Printing Solution to Aid Deficit Reduction

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Jesus the Second Socrates

I have to touch on something else Candida Moss did in her book, The Myth of Persecution (see the previous post here). There is a section in Chapter 2 where she made a connection between the death of Socrates and the death of Jesus. In it she compared the accounts of Jesus’s death as they have been found in the gospels of Mark and Luke. I will post here the development of what she said regarding Luke’s writing, then discuss the problem a bit…though I think you might see it for yourself. This is quite odd.

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Name Drop and Mic Drop: my “scholar” pet peeve

In her book The Myth of Persecution: How Early Christians Invented A Story of Martyrdom, Candida Moss took a very Bart Ehrman like approach to engaging with the reader: act like the reader knows absolutely nothing about the history of or stories in the Bible, and assume the reader will take your word for it, believe you, and change their way of thinking about the Bible and Christianity.

The book is obviously written to a generally un-scholarly audience. Proof is in the pudding: I bought it! The intent with this book was not to engage in the conversations and debates. Like Ehrman’s Misquoting Jesus, Forged, and Jesus, Interrupted, the point was to communicate a particular interpretation of history and a specific perspective to a people sorely lacking in the information, tools, and resources necessary to engage well with what they read. At least that’s how it comes off.

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The willingness to die

I finally got my hands on and have the opportunity to read Paul and the Crucified Christ in Antioch: Maccabean Martyrdom and Galatians 1 and 2 by S. A. Cummins. In contrast to the important (though I disagree with the conclusions) work by G. W. Bowersock, Martyrdom & Rome–where Bowersock separates the development of Christian martyrdom from a Jewish, Maccabean heritage and keeps it’s genesis tied to Roman ideas–Cummins presented the connection of suffering and martyrdom found in the Maccabean stories to the conflict Paul wrote about between himself and Peter in the letter to the Galatians.

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On the Mark Driscoll apology and steps toward repentance

I saw that Mark Driscoll had sent an open letter to his congregation indicating apologies and a direction of repentance. You can read it here.

I am making public comments here because I have made public comments about Mark Driscoll in the past.

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I have to do something!

Luke 17:11-19 NET
Now on the way to Jerusalem, Jesus was passing along between Samaria and Galilee. As he was entering a village, ten men with leprosy met him. They stood at a distance, raised their voices and said, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!” When he saw them he said, “Go and show yourselves to the priests.” And as they went along, they were cleansed. Then one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, praising God with a loud voice. He fell with his face to the ground at Jesus’ feet and thanked him. (Now he was a Samaritan.) Then Jesus said, “Were not ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? Was no one found to turn back and give praise to God except this foreigner?” Then he said to the man, “Get up and go your way. Your faith has made you well.”

I felt prompted to write this post because these thoughts have been weighing greatly on my heart and mind of late. I have found myself struggling to put my finger on what living my life daily as one who follows Jesus and his teachings should look like from an outward glance and also from inward inspection. There have been a few things that started this introspection. One huge one is Life. Daily living, people I interact with, things I read or overhear, products I use, things I see in passing. Life.

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Making of a Pig Poster

When I decided I was going to do a totally hand drawn poster, I started as everyone should start: grabbing a pencil and sketching.

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Koch and Meister: An Anabaptist Martyrs Prayer


The following earnest prayer to God was spoken by Hans Koch and Leonhard Meister before their death, and left for the consolation of all their fellow believers:

O God! behold now from Thy high throne the misery of Thy servants, how the enemy persecutes them because it is their purpose to walk in the narrow way, and how abominably they are scorned. He who learns to know Thee, and holds fast to Thy words, is despised and scorned by them. O God of heaven! we have all sinned before Thee; therefore chastise us in mercy. We beseech Thee, let us enjoy Thy grace, that Thy honor may not be profaned by us before this world, which now seems determined to extinguish Thy Word. We might well have peace with them, if we would not confess Thy holy name, and not believe on Thy Son, that He atoned for us on the cross, bore our sins, and paid our debt. The enemy has no other reason for his daily raging against us, than because we do not fulfill his will, but love Thee, O God, in our hearts, which neither Satan nor his adherents can endure. Therefore they compel us with great distress, and afflict us with much tribulation. Thus, our misdeed, on account of which the enemy fights so hard against us, is, that we place our hope in Thee alone, and in Thy dear Son Christ Jesus, and in the Holy Ghost; therefore we must suffer reproach, because we do not set ourselves against Thee; if we would give ourselves up to idolatry, and practice all manner of wickedness, they would let us live unharmed, in peace and tranquillity. Therefore, O dear Lord, take up arms for us, and judge all those who disregard Thy power and might. If we would deny Thy Word, antichrist would not hate us; yea, if we would believe his false doctrine, follow his error, and walk with the world on the broad road, we would have favor with them; but because we seek to follow Thee, we are hated and forsaken by the world. But though the enemy brings us to torment, it does not happen to us alone, but was also done to Christ our Redeemer; for they afflicted Him first with much reproach and suffering; and thus it was with all that adhered to Him, and believed in His Word. Hence Christ says Himself: “Marvel not, if the world hate you; for it hated me first; they have not received my words; thus shall they also not receive your words. If they have persecuted me, they will also persecute you; and when all these things happen to you, rejoice and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven.” Christ comforts us still more through the mouth of His beloved apostles, saying: “If we suffer with him, we shall also rejoice with him, and reign in everlasting joy.” What matters it, if we are ridiculed and scorned here for a little while? since God promises us eternal rest and bliss. O Lord, Thou seest and hearest the derision and contumely, and the suffering with which Thy children are afflicted. Thou also knowest their small and feeble ability; therefore we pray Thee, O God, that Thou wouldst protect Thine own honor, and sanctify Thy name, which is now so fearfully profaned by all those who, here on earth, are of high and low estate. Manifest Thy power, that the enemy may perceive and understand Thy divine strength, and may learn to be ashamed. O Lord God, have compassion upon Thy poor sheep, that are scattered, and have no longer a true shepherd who will henceforth teach them. Send them Thy Holy Spirit, that He may feed and satisfy them with Thy grace, and that they may not hearken to the voice of a stranger, unto the end. O God, in Thy high majesty, graciously hear our petition, and do not forsake us, since we are in great tribulation and conflict. Give us steadfast patience through Christ Thy Son, our Captain, who can vanquish Satan with all his host. To Him be honor, and praise to His holy name. Amen.

This prayer by Koch and Meister, both likely Waldensian, was made before their execution in Augsburg in 1524. There are several elements that grabbed my attention, and I wanted to flesh out some of my thoughts.

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Silence is betrayal

While Martin Luther King, Jr. has been celebrated recently amid the memory of the March on Washington and his iconic “I Have a Dream” speech, there is still a Martin Luther King, Jr.–the real Martin Luther King, Jr.–that few wish to acknowledge. His speeches and sermons against the war in Vietnam would have him considered an anti-American traitor by today’s conservative standards, and garnered him charges of being a communist and so forth even then.

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Never Alone #MennoNerdsOnLoss

There are so many ways that a person can experience loss. Loss of job or income, loss of dreams, loss of health, loss of property, loss of life,  just to name a few that our family has personally gone through. I’d like to discuss how we handled these losses as a family and how our church body helped us to carry the burden of our losses. I would hope that writing this would help add to the dialogue (that I believe SHOULD happen) about helping those around us to survive their losses and begin to thrive once again.

Different types of losses effect each one of us differently. The loss of a pregnancy/child will have similar, yet different effects on the mother, father, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, friends, etc. The same goes for other losses. I can only speak to how specific losses have effected me. I’m sure the same goes for any losses that readers of this post may have gone through themselves. We each have a multitude of life experiences that effect how we experience loss, but there are some common threads that run through how we are able to recover from loss and how we can help others to survive losses as well.

1. Sharing Our Experiences with Each Other
I can’t tell you how many times I have felt comforted,  just by knowing that others had walked this road before me and survived. By this, I don’t mean that people said, “I know exactly how you feel,” or anything along those lines. I would never dare say that to anyone. What I am talking about is brothers and sisters in Christ who came along side me and said, “I have experienced something like this and I am here to listen to your experiences, to share your burden, and to talk if you need to talk.” Sometimes it is a comfort to simply know that you are not alone.

2. Others Offering to Help Carry Your Burden for Awhile
So many times, we have had fellow believers walk with us through our losses. Sometimes it is to offer monetary help. Sometimes it is to offer practical household help. Sometimes it is to buy us groceries or bring us a meal or run errands for us. Sometimes it is simply to sit with us as we prepare for the worst and to pray as hard as they can, with and for us. The recent illness I have been going through is a great example of how we can carry others through loss. In this instance we experienced a loss of health, a loss of income, and a loss of a dream/ideal (wanting to pursue natural medicine, but being forced into going through surgery because of the life threatening nature of the illness). We have had folks clean our house, bring us meals, pick up and dump our trash, pay our bills, run our errands, stock up our cupboards, pray with us, remind us to rest, and lend their ears and shoulders for us to share our burdens with them.

3. Being Silent and Knowing When to Speak
I believe this is truly a gift that God gives to those who have suffered losses. I also believe that this is accomplished by being sensitive to the nudging of the Holy Spirit. I also believe it is better to err on the side of being silent, but present than to speak words that can injure. I think this is a great subject for introspection and I am still working on this one myself.

4. Offering Support Beyond Ourselves
This could be in the form of books, blog posts we have read, support groups we have heard of, or connecting folks with friends who have gone through similar struggles. When using this tool, I try to remember how overwhelming it is to be experiencing loss. Most of the time there is not a lot a person can process because of their loss. It is all we can do to draw the next breath. I think it is a very hard place to be when you have a loved one that is experiencing a loss that you yourself have not experienced. The feeling of helplessness is overwhelming. I try to always remember in these instances, “first do no harm.”

I obviously don’t have all the answers, but I do know that these things have helped our family through miscarriage, health issues, deaths of family members, loss of income, and loss of property. We have been loved on by so many different folks, some from our church, some from our daily lives, and even some strangers. Experiencing loss myself has made me desire to be more intuitive towards noticing others who are experiencing loss and to be able to help them to survive their loss and thrive afterwards, as many people have helped us to do.

Be Peace, Kimbrah

This post is part of a MennoNerds Synchro-Blog on the topic of Death, Loss, Pain and Grief, July 14-30, 2013. Check out our page on to see all the other posts in this series.

Being separate, but how much?

“In the context of the new, sociologically neutral use of the term “sect” introduced in the twentieth century by Weber and Troeltsch, historians friendly to Anabaptism have adopted a view very much like Zwingli’s. Believer’s baptism was primarily significant, they contended, as a means to create a gathered church. It is very doubtful, however, that Reublin, Mantz and Grebel thought of their concern with baptism as the basis for a separate church. Far more plausible is that they aimed at a reform of the sacraments, to be carried through today in Zurich and tomorrow throughout Christendom. Nevertheless, the initiation of adult baptisms, probably performed on January 21, 1525 by Conrad Grebel at the request of George Blaurock, was a dramatic and desperate act of defiance against the established church and government.” (1)

Something to consider. Are we being separate for the sake of being separate? Are we looking to reform the traditions and sacraments of the greater church body? Are we living out in the fringes of Christendom, calling Christians out to join us?

I strongly feel that within our current world and, more locally, my American cultural surroundings, Anabaptists ought to be an intentionally distinct body, but one that seeks interaction with, engagement in, and the reform of the established, traditional, imperial church. If we’re serious about our convictions then we need to live them out as best we can. Otherwise, we simply do not believe them at all.

Do you ever get offended or hurt or angry when someone lumps together Anabaptists with all other evangelicals, or they assume because you’re a Christian you’re just like all the others that are more known for certain things you don’t believe at all? Why are you offended or upset?

Where do I intersect my need for separation from the more traditional, American Christianity–which I believe is deeply rooted in imperialism and only has the resemblance of, and holds onto certain aspects of Christianity that allow it to still market itself as, a religion of Jesus–with the need to call for reform and engage with the powers (of the American church)? How close is too close? How far is too far?

A lot of questions, of course, but the answers more in the living out discipleship, the Nachfolge Christi. If I look at my life, interactions, reading, study, etc., I will see where I am answering the questions well, and where I need to make changes. And if I’m not willing to make the changes, then I’m not willing to be a disciple of Jesus, a follower of the Way, a fellow Anabaptist.

There may come a time, or times, when I will need to make a dramatic and desperate act of defiance against the powers . . . Or, am I doing that now in my walking on The Way and discipleship? And thru these practices, including my examination of those practices, the discipline and humility to change what needs to be changed, and the courage to be a disciple, I will be prepared to be obedient to Jesus, and love others, no matter what goes on.

(1) James Stayer, “The Swiss Brethren: An Exercise in Historical Definition,” Church History, Vol. 47, No. 2 (Jun. 1978), pp.174-195.

Confessions of a Rule Follower

I have pretty much always been a rule follower. It’s part of my nature to be a people pleaser, a rule follower, and a peace keeper. I just want every one to be happy. There are times when I have inadvertently trampled someone’s boundaries or hurt someone’s feelings or broken an unspoken rule and it literally crushes my spirit and brings me to tears when I realize what I have done. Embarrassment, sadness, awkwardness, frustration. I hate those feelings!

This is one of the major things that I struggle with in my daily walk with God. I’ve often pondered if this rule following/people pleasing/peacekeeping bent is a natural obedience that was meant to be directed towards God, but was somehow corrupted by the Fall. It would be so much easier if I could direct my natural bent towards God, His Word, and with those in mind, His creation. Alas, it is instead my daily struggle.

And in the midst of my struggle, God has convicted me to live my life in a way that is outside of the norm for the community I live in. He has led me to an Anabaptist understanding of His Word, He has called us to a pacifist way of life, and He has called us to allow Him to control the size of our family. These things are huge! I was raised in a family that served in the military for the last three generations and have attended Evangelical churches for at least that many generations as well. Several members of my family carry concealed weapons permits. A lot of my friends do as well. Most people in our family see us as idealistic dreamers and have no clue how God could possibly be convicting us to live the way we do. Some are not sure if we are really even “saved.”

As a people pleaser, this is painful for me! I want everyone to be happy. I want everyone to understand. As a peacemaker, I want to dialogue about it. I want to hear and be heard. I want everyone to be okay with our choices. I want to be able to live and let live. Here’s where the rule following saves me. God opened my eyes and let me see the better way for me, personally, to live. How can I walk away from that? How can I disobey that? I just can’t. I have to live out His convictions for my life. I have to learn more so that I might serve Him better. I have to allow Him to direct my life and purge my imperfections through trials and troubles. I have to continually turn my face back to Him, bask in His love and warmth, and remember that it is His approval only that I need to seek. This is much easier said than done, for me. This is the journey though, as easy or difficult as it may be.

Be Peace, Kimbrah

An Ode to Emily Saliers and The Indigo Girls

I first discovered the awesomeness that is The Indigo Girls when I was in junior high. I can’t remember if it was my twin brother who introduced me to them (most of my favorites were first discovered by my very musically inclined and talented brother) or if it was our church youth group. Ironically, I remember lots of church youth group activities with Indigo Girls as the soundtrack. In a way, it was the music of my youth.

Fast forward about 20 years and The Indigo Girls are still my all time favorite band, hands down. My husband humors me and feeds my love for them with all the newest albums as a surprise for my birthday or Christmas. I think he may even be starting to like them himself. He really has no choice in the matter. Our children are also being steadily indoctrinated to be the next generation of Indigo Girls fans. They are coming along nicely. When I found out that Emily Saliers opened a restaurant called Watershed in Atlanta, I started saving up my mad money for our family trip to Georgia.

The other day I discovered a mix tape that I made back in college of my very favorite songs. As we drove the long drive into town, I serenaded our van full of little people with tunes like “Get Out The Map,” “Power of Two,” “Hammer and a Nail,” and our toddler’s all time favorite, “Ozalene.” He actually cried when the song was over. I had to rewind it and play it again to make him happy. That’s good stuff. Then the song “Virginia Woolf” started playing and it set my mind to thinking.

Some of my very favorite songs by the Indigo Girls were written by Emily Saliers. I admit, I am a complete sucker for a love ballad with a gorgeous, catchy melody. There are times that I feel like I’ve lived part of her life with her, as she pours herself into each song she writes. I admire the voice that she has given to her passions, her ideas, her life. In fact, there are times I envy it and even feel convicted for allowing my voice to have faded, only to be seen randomly in brief Facebook status updates. The song “Virgina Woolf” is sort of an homage to a lady who obviously inspired Emily, herself. I have not read much of Virginia’s works (a mistake I plan to rectify soon, I promise, Emily!), but I can sense the sway they hold over one who’s inner voice compels them to speak out through writing as mine often does.

I am not quite sure what made me give up writing. Sometimes I read the things I wrote in college or when I first got married and started having children and I think, Wow! That girl is brilliant! What happened to her? Sometimes I get great ideas that I want to write about, but by the time I get to a piece of paper they have disappeared into the ether. I have planned out several children’s books in my head, complete with illustrations that I am perfectly capable of drawing and not one of them have ever been put to paper.

I recently had a very close brush with death. My liver decided to get all crazy and I very easily could have died. I am still recovering slowly from that illness as I type. I guess it kind of gave me a wake up call. If I had died, what kind of a legacy would be left to my boys? Would they know what I was passionate about? Would they realize why We have chosen to raise them the way we are? Would they really even know who I am? I keep coming up with a resounding no! I’ve never been one to keep journals very well. I start them, write a few lame and uninteresting things and then forget about them.

And it’s not just my kids that I wonder about. I wonder if anyone I know could ever guess what makes me tick, what gets me out of bed everyday, the things I turn over and over in my mind when I have a minute to ponder something. Am I just the shallow person I portray on social media? That’s honestly not who I want to be remembered as.

So I have entitled this post to the ladies who have been with me since my youth. The two who have made me think outside the box. The two who caused me to look past my prejudices and see beautiful people who are worthy of my time and my love. The two who speak so fervently about social justice. And special thanks to Emily, who in sharing the melody of her soul, encouraged and reminded me to share mine, too.  I’m not sure exactly what form it will take yet, but the adventure awaits and I look forward to it with great anticipation.

Be Peace, Kimbrah

New farm poster’s finally up

We created this poster late last year, and finally got it up. Kind of. The frame isn’t the right size; eventually that’ll be fixed.

Here are some shots.


We put it in the hallway, where it’s the first thing you see when you walk in the front door.

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Pretty nice against the wall color.


The duck has become our farm’s logo. Simple. A tribute to our first animals: a batch of four little ducklings back in 2009. One of those ducks, Sassy the white and fawn Indian Runner, is still with us, running the show.

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Here’s some detail.

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What do you think?

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