Godspeed, Lourdes Torres!

stop-abuseI want to express my full support for Lourdes Torres, the former nanny to Doug Phillips who has filed a lawsuit regarding Phillips treatment of her as a “sex object”, according to the paperwork.

Lourdes has found her voice, and she is not hiding, afraid of the Patriarchy Mafia that so often stifles truth-telling on these moral matters. Having once promoted Doug Phillips’ ministry, with as much volume as I can muster, I am now helping to spread the word about its well-deserved demise.

People question why abuse could go on so long. The power dynamic, referred to by Torres’ attorney, has to be understood. When someone controls every aspect of your life, when the only teaching a woman has had is from the Patriarchy world, when religion and “God” are a part of the whole thing, when your own church has the predator in authority, thinking can be incredibly warped. The world of false Patriarchy teachings has created a seedbed for a number of evils. These wrong teachings have led to situations like the one that Lourdes has gone through.

My sincere prayers are with Ms. Torres, as she faces an opposing legal team that will, without doubt,  do all they can to destroy her reputation to discredit her. When bully leaders are brought down, hell has no comparable fury. But I hope Lourdes knows that there are a large number who are supporting her, admiring her courage and who are grateful that she is speaking out. As I said in a previous post, there is a new wind blowing, a rare good trend amid so many bleak ones today. Corrupt leaders are dropping like flies. May it not stop until all of them are stripped of their platforms to hurt others.

Here is the story from WorldnetDaily.

Coming up…

Will is playing his first wedding next month. His dad is playing trumpet. Two of his teachers are getting married, and they asked him to do the honors. I was really touched that they would ask!

Meanwhile, he is practicing for his graduation recital on May 10 at St. Joseph Chapel and the concert he is most excited about, June 10 at 7:30 Gesu Church on the Schantz organ. It’s free, so if anybody in the Milwaukee area wants to hear some wonderful music on the evening of June 10, come on down. He’s playing Bach’s Prelude and Fugue in E Minor, Meditation from Suite Medievale by Langlais, Vierne’s complete Second Symphony with a last movement that will raise the roof on old Gesu, and some beautiful hymn arrangements by Paul Manz, among other pieces.

He is concluding with Toccata Festiva by Richard Purvis, the very first piece he encountered at Gesu at four months of age, as played by his very first mentor, John Weissrock. Hearing that one at Gesu will be emotional for me and Tom both as we remember that day so well when he was carried up into the loft to hear John play it. With Will leaving for college in August, it’s kind of a demarcation concert of the end of us doing our primary parental job. Get me the tissue box! (I was folding his school uniform shirt this weekend out of the dryer and got all sniffy. Oh dear.) Six weeks left of high school. Where does it all go?

Here is J.S. Bach’s majestic Prelude and Fugue in E Minor that Will is going to be playing at Gesu. I hope you enjoy it!


Salvation Completed!

emptytombSick of what passes for religious broadcasting and so-called preaching these days? Every year, I post this sermon from 1937. 20 minutes of lightening bolts of Gospel truth on the FINISHED work of Jesus Christ on the Cross by Dr. Walter A. Maier.

I can hear the modern church growth types now. “Ewww, he’s yelling. His delivery style is off-putting. He’s not using enough pop culture references or ice-breaking jokes.” Yes, this is called preaching, the kind that is the power of God unto salvation. Here is “Salvation Completed!” from back when real, muscular preaching was not a rare thing. Enjoy!

A Package of Love

Why is it that humans are prone to focus on what we don’t have rather than seeing all the love around us that God has provided? I don’t know, but I was reminded again yesterday of how wrong that is. We came home from getting Will from school to find a box on our porch from Iowa. Em was “adopted” by my friend Sherry in Des Moines and her mother, who is 91. Sherry’s mother is Em’s adopted “Great-Grandma Fran.” Sherry and her mother had made little beds for Em’s Flopsy bunnies that they sent earlier—adorable little rustic beds lined and covered with burlap. Fran had sewn little pillows and made blankets for the rabbits, two blue and two in girly colors. Sherry said they spent all afternoon cutting out the containers for the beds and gluing on the burlap and making the little bedding.

All of this was done for one child hundreds of miles away that they have never met. I was so touched by their love. These quiet gestures of love I sometimes think are worth far more in the sight of God than so much of the PR and posturing and grand acts from Big and Important Names. Thank you, Grandma Sherry and Great-Grandma Fran for showing such love to our daughter.

My son said something to me the other day – I believe he may have been quoting someone else, I am not sure. But he said that evil tends to roar, but good is much quieter, and he used my husband as an example. Good goes about its loving business, comforting, supporting, filling the need without fanfare, picking up the pieces left behind by the cruel, never wanting the spotlight. I thought of that when I saw these little beds. Yes, good is quieter, but how life-changing and profound it is in the lives of those it touches.


Bunnies in Beds

Cinnamon Sugar Pull-Apart Muffins

I saw this easy recipe on Facebook today and had to share. The only other thing required is a fresh pot of Colombian coffee! (I’m partial to Colombian.) The only thing better would be my mother’s crumb cake. (See recipe below the pic.)




Mom’s Crumb Cake

2 cups flour
1 cup of sugar
1/2 tsp. of ginger
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 cup butter or margerine
1 beaten egg
1/2 cup sour milk (add two tablespoons of vinegar to make it clabber)
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 cup of raisins (can use chocolate chips or nuts also)

Sift together sugar, spices and flour. Cut in shortening until crumbly. Set aside one cup of the mix. Mix sour milk, baking soda and baking powder in small bowl. (It will foam up so make sure you do this in a bowl.) Add in the beaten egg. Then stir in dry ingredients just until moistened. Add raisins, nuts or chocolate chips. Batter will be thick. Take half of the crumbly mix set aside earlier and put in the bottom of an ungreased 9 x 13 pan. Spoon in batter gently on top of crumbly mix. Top the batter with the 1/2 cup of mix left over. Bake in oven at 350 for 40 minutes or until toothpick/knife comes out clean.

Quote of the Day

When you cannot see and understand and work it out mentally, when you cannot feel anything, no feelings at all, or when they are very bad feelings – that is one realm, that is just what we are. Christ is not that, and we have at such times to say, “Lord, this is my infirmity, this is how I am, but You are Other; I transfer my faith to You from myself and from these things.” Christ is the foundation, and all that we build on the foundation has to be Christ Himself. He is not only the foundation, but He is the whole building in every part.

~ T. Austin-Sparks from: Features of Zion

View from the Swing

swings1After the long, cold winter, getting to go to the park this week with Emily has been a blessing. Finally, the wind doesn’t have the harsh chill, and the dirty snow piles are mostly gone. The play equipment at the park had been hosed down from the winter sludge, and all was in good shape when we arrived.

Yesterday, the sun was warm on our heads in the mid-50 temperatures. Up here in Wisconsin, that is a virtual heat wave. Emily exhausted herself running and sliding and swinging and spinning on the merry-go-round. Today we went back to the park, as I have vowed that, unless there is intolerable weather, we are getting out to the park daily.

There were more clouds today when we went, and the wind was not quite as warm, but the air was fresh and invigorating. Emily wore a hat against the chilly breeze which sent last year’s leaves flying every so often. Hardly any children were there today. A grandfather watched his grandson run around, and then a dad arrived with two little boys on pedal bikes. Em and I sat on the swings in a leisurely fashion. Or, I should say, I sat on the swing and Em flopped on her tummy on the swing next to me, going back and forth, back and forth, her thoughts in some far away place.

My own thoughts swirled like the old leaves in the wind. Our second youngest, Will, is ready for college in August. Wasn’t I just at the park with him? Where did all the time go? Our baby, Emily, will be five in July at her next birthday. She’s looking taller and lankier all the time and asks questions about “habitats” for animals (yes, she uses that word), about “migration”, “hibernation” and how a butterfly uses his “proboscis” to suck nectar from flowers. She watches science DVD’s for children and has a keen interest in anything in nature. I thought about the challenge of educating yet another child in this world that seems to have gone mad. One day at a time, one step at a time, one hour at a time, Ingrid.

Em’s ready for reading instruction, as she is already trying to teach herself. She narrated a story to her dad so he could write it down for her. I thought about how each child is unique in interests and gifting. It is fascinating to watch yet another child-person unfold.

Em does not have another child to play with at home normally, but as we were swinging aimlessly, a little girl in a white Hello Kitty hat arrived with her daddy. Emily jumped off the swing and went over to meet her. The darling child liked my daughter, and they ran around in the wind, arms out, soaring high over the park as airplanes in their imaginations. They played hide and seek under the slides and then played tag, seemingly never stopping in their running.

The sun finally went under completely and the wind suddenly felt downright cold. Emily ran over to her little friend and threw her arms around her for a good-bye hug. The dad’s face broke out in a smile, as did mine, at the two little girls, so briefly enjoying a few minutes of childhood together and parting in cheery goodwill.

As we drove away, the bare branches of the trees bent in the wind, waving their own good-byes.