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About Stephanie Danielson

I began this blog about one year after losing my husband unexpectedly at the age of 31 to pneumonia. You can read about my processing through the grief and the faith struggles that I dealt with during that time at my previous blog, "The Young Widow's Rant." I started Striving After the Wind during a time when I wasn't sure who God was or who I was. As the writer of Ecclesiastics declares ... "Everything is meaningless, meaningless. It is all a striving after the wind." From that point I entered into seminary. The Spirit transformed that fear of meaningless into a love that found meaning in every good and beautiful thing. I began to discover a God whose very nature and being is love. A God who wants us to have true hope in the promise that love does conquer all fear--a love that has conquered all fear. My aim in writing today is to share such a hope with those who read my blog. Hope is the required first step to allow the love of the cross to the world. Through Christ we have been given a love so powerful as to fulfill the prayer of Jesus--Your Kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Ethical Judgments and Biblical Interpretations

My first class in my continuing education has begun; Ethics in Communications. I should be reading my book. I’m in Chapter One, Page … Two, but I have to share. I came across this editorial comment from the ‘Quill’.  Through this comment something I have been grappling with in my faith came jumping out at me. Here is the comment as is:

Ethical judgments are like that. No matter who makes them, they are seldom easy, and they are almost certain to strike some of us as perfectly proper while others regard them as wrongheaded, stupid, unfair, and possibly – as evidence of intellectual and/or moral decay.

All of which is a wonderful thing. Differing definitions of ethical behavior help keep our minds awake and our spirits inflamed. If everyone agreed on all ethical principles, life might be more orderly, but it surely would be more boring.

As I read this I found myself re-reading but replacing ‘Ethical Judgments’ with ‘Biblical Interpretations’. Read it again, and see if it strikes you as it does me.

Biblical interpretations are like that. No matter who makes them, they are seldom easy, and they are almost certain to strike some of us as perfectly proper while others regard them as wrongheaded, stupid, unfair, and possibly – as evidence of intellectual and/or religious decay.

All of which is a wonderful thing. Differing interpretations of the Bible help keep our minds awake and [The Spirit] inflamed. If everyone agreed on all Biblical Interpretations, life might be more orderly, but it surely would be more boring.

I enjoy the conversation that possible biblical interpretations bring to the table of our Christian community, and it continues to boggle my mind when people push this notion away.  Pushing back with assumptions that what they have always been taught must be right.  Easily disregarding someone with something valid to say as a heresy.  Or questioning how ‘questions’ within the faith, within the Word, can be healthy?

Do we not say our kids as they are growing up, ‘There are no wrong questions, only wrong answers’?  When a child asks questions unrelenting about everything they see, feel, hear, or touch don’t we say, ‘That is a sign of intelligence.’?  And is it not Jesus who says, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”?

I think the more childlike we can be in our faith the closer we are to walking with Christ.  And children . . . . well, they question stuff.

I Am Convinced

                              Romans 8:38-39

I’ve been listening to Romans 8 lately.  Intently.  Patiently.  Waiting on it to explode in my soul.  There are a million treasures God has stored amidst these 948 words.  There are words like flesh, Spirit, God, suffering, heaven, hell, angels, and demons.  These words are moving.  They are exciting.  They remind me that God is hyper-present in our lives.  Not just for a widowed mom of two, but for all of us.  We are all suffering with Christ, but the reward of that suffering is great, and not the one we catch ourselves waiting on in the afterlife.  I’m talking about the reward we are living right now.  

Romans 8 tells a story about a God who loves us.  Who loves us so much He not only let us have His Son, but allowed us to crucify that Son for our own sake. 

And after all that . . . after love . . . and sacrifice . . . . and death . . . and resurrection — there was Sprit.  Spirit left behind to live in us, to be in our flesh.

His Spirit  . . .  In our flesh. In our bones. In our blood.

The flesh that succumbs to the world.  The bones that rattle in frustration over things far too small for such anger.  In the blood that boils when we have to wait for things we want now.  He is there.  He is the one that goes before us and reminds us that we no longer our bound by the laws of this world, and so he will see to it we no longer succumb.  He is the one that moves us away from frustration and into action for those who can not act on their own.  He is the blood that warms us to the social injustices of those who can not afford healthcare, those who need food, and those who need clothes. 

It is that moving, that warming, we should follow.  When we follow Him who was sent to go before us we are living the reward now.  We will find peace and grace and joy.  You have the capability to make a difference.  Ask for it.  Look for it.  And act on it.

WordPress Blog Number One

This will be my new blogging home. I will be posting My Widow Rants here, but I wanted a new avenue for the other topics tugging at my heart.  I struggled a bit with how that new avenue for writing was going to look, but this space is where I’ve decided to reside.

The title? Striving After The Wind – You can find the blog at strivingafterthewind.com (Don’t forget to subscribe!)

The wordpress.com address is www.thistooisvanity.wordpress.com

Ha, I love it. Ecclesiastes continues to speak to me in this time of testing, and growth. The way King Solomon crushes our dreams of understanding the world around us brings a smile to my face each time I read through it. I can feel his angst, his anger, and his frustration. I know his resignation, his dismissal, and disregard. So to open up this space I share a poem I wrote in regards to my favorite book of the Bible . . . I think it’s title is:

‘Ecclesiastes: Take One’

Word: EcclesiastesMeaningless, meaningless, it’s all meaningless.
Vapor and vexation.
It’s pointless, it’s useless, it’s smoke.

Israel your king declares it. He claims to know.
The Money. The Power. The Women. The Wealth.
It has been done before, and it will be again.
As if he is lying you continue to chase it.
Good people you aren’t listening to your king.
So hear it again.

Meaningless, meaningless, it’s ALL meaningless.
Vapor and vexation.
It’s pointless, it’s useless, it’s smoke.

Don’t turn to me for joy, for light, for kindness.
Simply eat. Simply drink. Simple live. Then die.
You do not understand. You will not understand.
Rich or poor, wise or dumb, it’s all the same.
The same fate for you as me; no good, no bad.
No judgment today.

It’s meaningless.
It’s pointless.
It’s useless.
It’s vapor.
It’s smoke.

Photo by Jim LePage