Crickets and Choir

     Crickets and Choir 

Long time ago there lived a little old couple who lived out in the country..  One evening after dinner the husband invited his wife to sit with him on the back porch to watch the sun set.  The elderly wife hung up her apron, pour a glass of lemonaid for the both of them, and headed out the back door to join her husband in watching the day sky end.  They both sat in silence, sipping their lemonaid, rocking back and forth on their rockers up on the porch overlooking a beautiful field.  The sky went from a sparkling blue to dazzling shades of pink, orange and lavender as the sun was setting over the horizon.

Crickets from out in the field started to chirp out in the distance.  The wife closes her eyes and rests her head on the back of the chair.  A small smile emerges from her lips as she listens to the sweet melody of crickets in the evening air.  She invisions them chirping a song  picked out special  just for her husband and herself out in the field. 

"My goodness!  Would you listen to that."  the husband chimes in.

"Oh yes!"  the wife whispers back opening her eyes reaching out her hand to her husband still rocking in the chair next to hers.

Not noticing his wifes hand stretched out to him he barks back, "HOW CAN ONE RELAX OUT HERE WITH ALL THAT NOISE!  I really need to do something about all those crickets.  They are making such a loud racket that it is hard for me to think!"



     This story isn't about right or wrong.  It is about how different two people can view the same thing and both be correct.  The old lady was mesmerised by the sounds of the night while the husband was annoyed by the loud interrupting noise that came out of the field. Even though they are one in marriage they still have their own view on a situtation.

     My husband and I use the phrase "Crickets and Choir" often in our lives.  When we debate why we like something one way and not the other we usually end the debate by saying "Crickets and Choir" to remind ourselves that we are both right.  It is about learning about each other and their point of view.  At times we can get so wrapped up in how we see something that we don't look at how our spouse can see it differently.  Perhaps seeing a situtation differently can open our eyes to learn and understand our spouse's view on things. 

     The other night my husband and I were watching Bram Stoker's Dracula.  He views that movie as a horror movie with blood and death.  I viewed it as a love story of a husband who was trying to reconnect his soul to that of his late wife (see February's blog on my complete thoughts on the movie).  Neither one of us was wrong.  It was just how in our mind we pictured the movie differently. 

     My husband and I differ on how we like our goulash.  I like mine a little liquidly while he enjoys his goulash thick and hearty.  Again, neither one of us is wrong but I now know how he likes it.  When he is home I will fix goulash the way he likes it, thick and hearty, because I know that makes him happy.  When he is out working I can add more liquid to the mix for the way I like it.  It is a compromise we nonverbally agreed with and we are both happy.

     I believe everyone should have the story of "Crickets and Choir" tucked away in their hearts.  It teaches couples to accept differences in each other and learning to compromise on those differences.  That is what helps make a marriage work.   

                      God's Cricket Choir

See for yourself.  Music or just noise?

An Awakening: A Christian Camp Experience

     Summer is in full swing and thousands of children will be attending a variety of camps before school will resume again in the fall.  This is a great time for children to feel independent from their parents and interact with their peers in a supervised scheduled surrounding.  It is a way to learn new skills and to push yourself to see what you can accomplish.  It is learning about teamwork while learning about something deeper inside of you. 

     It was the early summer of 1992.  I was 15 years old and staying with my Aunt and Uncle in Tulsa, Oklahoma for a few weeks.  I was slowly starting my walk with Jesus.  Even though I knew who Jesus was I never really took His words into my heart.  Growing up and attending church the priest sounded like the teacher from the Charlie Brown shows, "Wah Wah Wah....Wahhhh Wahh Wah"  Nothing was sinking in.  Church was nothing to get uplifted about.  You went, sat for an hour, and you were good to go.  The crowd I hung around with never really talked about Jesus or church or anything religious.  Faith was something for old people, not for the young. 

     My view of my ideas changed when I went to a christian camp somewhere near Tulsa.  I don't remember the name of it but it was my first time ever attending a camp and I was looking forward to the experience.  And what an experience it was!  I don't remember every single detail of camp but the parts I do remember really moved me.  Each cabin was a team and we had to study a few chapters in a book in the Bible that night and the next day we would do an activity with another cabin of who knew what of that book in the Bible.  I think we had to study 1 Corinthians.  The other ladies in the cabin knew exactly where to go in the Bible as I fumbled with locating it.  I would peek over at the table of contents quietly so the other girls wouldn't know I didn't know where that book was at and quickly get the page number and turn to that page.  Reading the Bible seemed so foreign to me.  We never really opened the Bible.  I knew the main stories of Adam and Eve, Moses, Noah, Birth of Christ and the Resurrection of Christ but the inbetween readings were unknown to me.  The other girls would talk about what they read, quizzed each other and debated over how they interrupted the scripture.  I was impressed that they knew their Bible and they loved learned about it.

     We would gather in a large pavillion for vespers and chapel time.  The songs they sang were upbeat and fun to listen to.  It was the first time I heard the christian song, "Lord I Lift Your Name On High".  I remember looking around the crowd and seeing almost everyone do the hand motions with the song.  I quickly learned it and followed along. We also sang "Lean On Me" and I remember everyone standing on their chairs, arms around each other shoulders swaying back and forth to the music.  What a great time!  It was more than just the songs, much more.  These teens where there praising Jesus and loving it.  They had Jesus in their hearts and were not afraid to show it.  Their parents were not around to push these teens into praying and singing.  They were rejoicing in God's name on their own will.  Never had I ever seen anything like that before. 

     Each day we had a speaker preach to us.  I hate to use the word preach because he wasn't talking on void ears.  He grabbed the attention of all of us and talked to us on our level.  It wasn't the Charlie Brown teacher at all.  He taught us what the Bible is saying in ways we can understand.  One man talked to us on the importance of abstinence.  He explained it this way.  One man really liked a girl and he wanted to impress her so he bought her a ring.  After a few weeks a beautiful lady caught his attention and he bought the same ring for that lady and dated her.  Some time when by and a third lady took his interest.  He purchased the same exact ring for her.  Finally a fourth lady won his heart and affection.  He went to the same store to buy the same ring.  He took the ring home and took it out of the box.  He looked at the ring and as he gazed upon the ring it didn't have the same sparkle, the same pizzaz as it did once before.  He thought about all the girls he had given the same ring to and it just didn't feel right giving her that ring he had given away to all the others who weren't so special as she was.  Point of the story is to save yourself (the ring) for the one you want to be married to, to give them that one special gift from you to them. 

    Another speaker talked again on relationships and abstinence.  He used a candle as a visual.  When you first buy a candle it is unlit, whole, pure, just like you are.  When you light the candle (he lit it) it symbolizes a relationship and how far it advances.  You might get a kiss from your boyfriend or girlfriend.  But when that relationship ends (he blew out the candle) and a new one begins you cannot start pure and whole again.  You start from where the candle was once lit - and kissing is easy to do.  Then your candle burns a little bit more and the relationship gets more advance.  Then that relationship ends.  The flame is extinguished.  Another relationship starts back up.  You don't start up near the top with kissing.  You already move to where the flame was last put out and move quickly forward burning more and more of the candle out.  God wants us to keep our candles (us) pure and whole until we marry.  We shouldn't have our candles burn out before we meet the one we marry. 

     There were other activites we did such as obstacle courses against different teams to get points.  The points led to special privledges such as swimming or staying up late to attend a bon fire.  Nothing stuck in my head more than the way Jesus was the focus in everyone's lives.  It was a real eye opener for me.  God is more than sitting at church for an hour or saying a prayer before dinner.  He is indescribable.  He is there for all people, all ages, whether we want him to be there or not.  He is our creator.  I learned that I need not be ashamed to call myself a Christian.  I learned that God has given us this great book, The Bible, to read and to learn from.  God has been knocking at my heart and I finally opened the doors and let him inside.