Wasting our lives and glorifying God

Wasting our lives and glorifying God
Notice God's unutterable waste of saints, according to the judgment of the world. God plants His saints in the most useless places. We say - God intends me to be here because I am so useful. Jesus never estimated His life along the line of the greatest use. God puts His saints where they will glorify Him, and we are no judges at all of where that is. ~Oswald Chambers, My Utmost For His Highest, August 10
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Sunday, January 18, 2015

Israel's Bar Mitzvah

A few days ago our son, Israel, was welcomed into the world of men.

We celebrated him in a homemade Bar Mitzvah ceremony.


He was in on the planning from beginning to end and prepared himself heart and soul for the very real transition he faced.

The evening started with appetizers of flatbread pizzas (potato/herd/asiago, brie/raspberry/caramelized onions and roasted maple vegetables/fontina) and Italian sodas.



Then we played a montage that Meg made of Israel's life.  Of course I was weeping by the end.



Then Israel recited--from memory, no notes!--all of Joshua chapter 1.

Reciting Joshua Chapter 1

Then the blessings began.  Each family stood to bless Israel.  Words, Scriptures, prophetic gifts.  Those that couldn't be physically present (especially his Godmother, Mary Beth---we missed you!!!!) sent their blessings to be read or played on video.  It was powerful.  And long.  The blessing segment of the evening took a good 2.5 hours.  But, looking back it was just as it should have been.  There was no one I would have edited.  A step of this significance should not be rushed over.  In our culture, even our religion has become slave to convenience.  A church website I was on recently made great pains to advertise the fact they they have a 65 minute service.  Wouldn't want our service to the Lord to put us out.  But, I digress.....

Coffee and tea and mismatched cups. Matching is overrated.  In the back there are bookmarks Israel made for his guests with the Prayer of St. Francis.
Sarah and Sarah

Papa and Israel

Nana and Papa blessed Israel with "tools"--a knife and leatherman, instructing him to use them wisely, just as he does his spiritual tools

Reading the blessing from his Godmother who couldn't be there

Higashi family, who blessed Israel with a knife, instructing him to grow in his manhood and that God would bless him with greater weapons later on.  They prophesied about the times and seasons.

Titi blessed Israel with a special cross--courage to wear it and to not be afraid to stand out and be different.

Saraa popped right up with a gift and card all her own doing! Mommy didn't even know about it!  So heart-warming!

Lucas, whose name means "bringer of light" presented Israel with a lighter, engraved with a special message, "Always your bro."

Anna, a friend, and our God-daughter, who blessed Israel with a special prayer and Scripture

Auntie Kristy and Uncle Jordan, who blessed Israel with a Four Seasons cookbook, telling him to mark the times and in his growing into manhood to retain his gentleness and grace and love of beauty, for these, too are masculine gifts.

Gina (his art teacher), Isabella and Vincent. Gina drew a special image for Israel and a bracelet with the Shema 

Israel's best friend Aaron placing his own yarmulke on Israel 

Auntie Micha blessing Israel is a double portion blessing and affirming his as a watchman on the wall, represented by a watch.  It was beautiful because Israel was wearing his grandfather's watch.

Alice, blessing Israel as the honorable man that he is

Bierbrauer family presenting Israel with a scroll (handwritten by Israel's other best friend, Moriah) with Psalm 23 and a Kiddush cup, over which Joshua prophesied Israel's life like a cup overflowing.  They also gave Israel binoculars, so that he can watch and keep his eyes open for what God would show him

Tuya-egch blessing Israel with a long and happy life

Shifu Rae, Israel's Kung Fu instructor and long time mentor blessing him.  

Afterwards, Israel present Rae with a photo book of memories of their seven years together

I spoke a blessing over Israel, only cried a little and presented him an Elijah's Cup, double portion blessings.  I hope one day it sits on his own Passover table 
My baby is a man

Gana's blessing for Israel, calling him up and imparting his heart

Gana presented Israel with a prayer shall with symbols of the 12 Tribes on it

After the blessings, Israel gave a speech, essentially taking a public stand and an oath to live as a man of God.  There were tears--from guests and Israel himself.



Then we feasted!!!  Lasagna, garlic knots (made by my friend Kristina), salad with greens, cranberries, golden beets, candied pecans, and blue cheese....with awesome dressing made by Kristina's daughter.  For dessert we had chocolate chip cookie dough cheesecake bars and milk and a Russian Cake brought by Gana's cousin Tuya.  There was bubbly--champagne and sparkling cider.




There's so much more that there isn't room to share.  And I've tried to remember all the gifts and essence of the messages, but I know that I've left things out.  Please forgive any omissions, they are not intentional.  The evening was truly overflowing with blessings and God's grace.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year's Eve Gombojav Style


If there's one thing we love, it's a party!  And a party at our house means lots of kids, music, great eats, great drinks, and a little zaniness.

This New Year's Eve we issued a sort of general invitation to anyone we found out didn't have other plans for the evening.  The result was an intimate little party with some old friends and some new ones.




Let's get this party started!


I stumbled upon a little bit of deliciousness on the Tokyo Terrace blog.  Oh boy, oh boy!  Light.  Festive.  Beautiful. And absolutely delicious!

Cranberry Ginger Sparkler and Cranberry Rosemary Sparkler

These were so easy to make and looked so pretty in the shooter glasses my sister gave me last year as a hostess gift!  

Does any drink look in more holiday spirit than this one?!



We had a great time--laughing, telling stories, and playing Five Second Rule.  Of course, several of the twelve kids present didn't make it to midnight.




River's first New Year's Eve
At midnight the kids lit up some sparklers, sprayed silly string (not at the same time) and made enough racket  with horns and noise makers for the whole neighborhood!  



Happy New Year from the Gombojavs!  May God grant you an abundant year--rich in love and friendship.




Saturday, August 13, 2011

Baby naming decisions

Saraa told me this afternoon that the baby is a boy and that his name is......

*drumroll*

Brie.

I'd really like to believe that she's absorbed some of our family literature reading lately and is naming the baby after a little village in The Fellowship Of The Rings or after a Talking Horse in the The Horse and His Boy, both of which are named Bree.  I can imagine that Tolkien or Lewis would be so proud.

BUT, I'm fairly certain she wants to name the baby after her favorite cheese, which we enjoyed as an afternoon snack.


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

They just don't make 'em like they used to.

(This is by no means a judgment on today's homemakers, merely a cultural commentary on the changing times.  Don't take it personally.  Let's laugh at ourselves.)

In the last year or so my sister and I taken to emailing one another links to blogs with "recipes".  I use that word very lightly, because I'm not exactly sure you'd call some of them recipes.  I mean, if I make a bowl of popcorn tonight and I put some butter and salt on it, would you call that a recipe?  Or if tomorrow at breakfast I toast a bagel and schmear it with cream cheese would you need a step-by-step instructions?  I certainly hope not.  But some of the recipes have been that bad  good.

For example:

Grilled Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich from The Hidden List.  There are a list of ingredients and directions.  Really?  You couldn't probably come up with the ingredient list on your own?  Or how about this gem: specific instructions on spreading marshmallow cream and peanut butter on bread.  Silly me, I thought that was something we didn't admit to eating, not something we outlined in great detail.

Or how about this: "I knew that taco seasoning had to be something we could make at home.  I have grown tired of looking for Taco Seasoning at the supermarket that doesn’t contain MSG.  It couldn’t be that tricky to mix up, right?"  What?  You mean Mexican women don't use El Paso Taco Seasoning packets in their taco meat?  Taco seasoning always seemed fairly self-explanatory.  In fact, I cannot remember when/if I ever bought any pre-prepared mix.  But in case you get lost somewhere between the onion and the cumin, thankfully, there are detailed instructions here for mixing your own taco seasoning. 

The internet is just full of useful tidbits like this.  Such as step-by-step instructions for tossing cooked boxed spaghetti with butter.  It gets worse, much worse, folks.  For the aspiring cook who doesn't know how to boil water, I present Iced Tea via Allrecipes.com.  It says (I kid you not), "Like real iced tea, but do you hate boiling the water..."  And goes on to describe running hot water from your tap over tea bags.  Yep. 

Yesterday I might have found one to top them all, and of course I email it to my sister: Roast Chicken.  This "recipe" (and I know playing fast and loose with the word "recipe") is to salt and pepper a whole chicken and bake it until juices run clear.  It's explained in not one, not two, but five (that's 5!!!) whole steps!  She doesn't even truss it.  And it still takes 5 steps to explain how to roast a chicken.  No offense, but some food bloggers would be better suited to writing satire.

In extreme contrast, remember this antique book I picked up?  I decided to find something to make from it the other day.  And I found recipes such as this:

Cream Pie
A scant cup of sugar, yolks of two eggs, three tablespoons flour, three cups milk for two pies, teaspoonful butter.  Bake crust first.--Mrs. C.H. Wright.

And this:

Pumpkin Pie
Two eggs, one cup milk, pumpkin enough to thicken, sweeten to taste and flavor with mixed spices.--Mrs. Evert Adams.

Better yet:

Six Minute Cake
Break the whites of two eggs in a cup, fill to one-half with soft butter, fill to top with sweet milk.  Sift together three times one cup sugar, one and on-half cups flour, one and one-half teaspoons of baking powder.  Put all together and stir six minutes.  Bake carefully.--Mrs. W.H. Robinson

I'm not completely sure what it means to "bake carefully."

One more:

Snow Cake
One-half teacup butter, one cup sugar, one and one-half cup of flour, one-half cup of sweet milk, whites of four eggs, one teaspoon Royal Baking Powder.  Delicious

Did you notice there are no instructions for the preparing the pans, preparing the crusts, temperature or length of time to bake, how to check for doneness or how to serve?  I suppose it was just assumed that there were some things that everyone knew how to do.  Any homemaker worth her salt wouldn't need to be patronized with how all the ingredients went together.  They knew how to do that already.

In the antique Home Ec. book it states: "...it is important for a pupil to realize that the thousand and one recipes found in a single cookbook consists of about fifteen basic recipes, each having many variations."  So, it would seem if we knew the basic fifteen or so, we could forgo the annoying instructions about how to boil boxed pasta or make a peanut butter sandwich or stick a whole untrussed chicken in the oven with salt on it.  But then, makers of convenience foods would be out of a job and writers of cookbooks and food bloggers would actually have to learn to cook.

Of course, our other alternative is to zap some PopTarts:





Wednesday, June 22, 2011

It's Gettin' Real In The Whole Foods Parking Lot

Remember the fantastically unauthorized Trader Joes commercial?  I love people that can laugh at their pretentious selves.

Here's a video of my other favorite grocery store:




Stopping by Whole Foods later for some kelp and fish and maybe some quinoa.  Maybe I'll be the only one without a Prius--in my 1999 gas-guzzling Suburban.  Havta get my gangsta on.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

First Roman Morning

We got a bit of a late start, as we had spent half the night walking around the city.  So, we got right to the sightseeing.  As I mentioned....practically everything worth seeing is within walking distance from Termini.  But, wear good shoes.  Lots of steps, cobblestones and uneven pavement.

The way I see it, there are two ways to do Europe.  The first is with a tour group like this:


20-50 people straining to hear a guide in front who prattles on about historical details,
politics or theology until you can get on with the seeing part of sightseeing.
 
The second is like this:


By now you know which method of tourism I prefer!


First stop, St. Peter-in-Chains (San Pietro in Vincoli):
This church, pictured above with the huge tour group, was built in the fifth century to house the chains that held St. Peter.



These are supposedly the exact chains that held St. Peter.  The early church hid them while Christians were persecuted.  Later when Rome converted they were placed on display.


This church is also famous for Michelangelo's statue, Moses.  It took Michelangelo 30 years to finish.  It's a powerful depiction of Moses, holding the Ten Commandments after coming down from the mountain with his face aglow.
This is a brilliant anecdote for having the Bible fully and correctly translated into one's native language:  Take a look at Moses' head.  Are those horns?!
Centuries ago, the Hebrew word for "rays" was mistranslated "horns." 

While we were at this particular altar, we took the opportunity to pray for the persecuted church.

Remember my chains.
Grace be with you. 
Colossians 4:18


After this, we had brunch.  Pizza and coffee.





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