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Luther’s “methodism” or the importance of being well-catechized

We must ever live and dwell in the midst of such mighty enemies like the devils…

In years past, if someone spoke about the importance of being well-catechized it would have meant little to me. I would have made some mental leap to reference of boring adolescent catechism classes and being taught by someone else’s mother from a book which was written by a man and not scripture. I would have been right and wrong. Yes, that is how I was catechized, and, No, that is not what catechism should be. To be well-catechized is to thoroughly know scripture, taught foremost by your own pastors and assisted by a very well-educated pastor, and know what you believe about God as put forth in holy scripture. Confirmation classes and the ceremony are just the beginning of catechism. Catechism is a life-long process, with the last class hopefully taking place on your death bed with your pastor at your side.
In Finishing What I Began, Nothing Better to Teach, RevFisk posts this reminder from Martin Luther of the importance of daily catechism and what catechism is:

If this were not enough to admonish us to read the catechism daily, God’s command should suffice to compel us. For God solemnly enjoins us in Deuteronomy 6 that we should meditate on his precepts while sitting, walking, standing, lying down, and rising, and should keep them as an ever-present emblem and sign before our eyes and on our hands. God certainly does not require and command this so solemnly without reason. He knows our danger and need; he knows the constant and furious attacks and assaults of the devil. Therefore, he wishes to warn, equip, and protect us against them with good “armor” against their “flaming arrows,” and with a good antidote against their evil infection and poison. Oh, what mad, senseless fools we are! We must ever live and dwell in the midst of such mighty enemies like the devils, and yet we would despise our weapons and armor, too lazy to examine them or give them a thought!

If they show such diligence, then I promise them—and their experience will bear me out—that they will gain much fruit and God will make excellent people out of them. Then in due time they will make the noble confession that the longer they work with the catechism, the less they know of it, and the more they have to learn. Only then, hungry and thirsty, will they for the first time truly taste what now they cannot bear to smell because they are so bloated and surfeited. To this end may God grant his grace! Amen.

- Excerpt from Martin Luther’s Preface to the Large Catechsim

Luther’s admonition reminds me a little of what I read at Norman’s Demesne on Wesley’s reaction to reading Luther’s commentary on Galatians. It is easy to think that we can acheive some sort of perfection if we just follow a set of rules or behaviors. I think that Luther was talking about the opposite thing, though. In our desparation of our inability to do anything apart from Christ and in our joy of being saved by His Grace alone, we should diligently study scripture. Maybe a fine line…

Happy Birthday!

If you know anyone who is turning 17 years old today,
be sure to wish her a very happy birthday!

American Idol tour reviews…

2006 American Idol Tour reviews

The July 8th show

Abilymom, frequent commenter over at the now resting GrayCharles.com, posts a great review at MJ’s American Idol blog. She writes:


All decked out in my “got soul?” t-shirt, Abilydad and I arrived at the DCU about an hour ahead of time. This was my first AI tour so I wasn’t really sure what to expect, even though I’d read all the recaps and play-by-plays. There were MANY pre-teen and teenaged girls, many women of all ages for that matter. Interspersed here and there were slightly lost and dazed-looking men. Abilydad, though, was up to the challenge, considering he had no choice but to become a Taylor fan what with the constant Taylor music and discussion. He’s good and supportive like that! Read her much longer review here…

Who better to have won American Idol, I ask you…

Taylor Hicks plays guitar and sings the Beatles’ Don’t Let Me Down.
Watch his amazing performance here.

The video is from opening night of the American Idols Tour 2006. NOW I am sorry I am not going to the show here in Minneapolis. Maybe I’ll try to win tickets on the radio somehow. Still, I just want to see Taylor Hicks perform in his own show. Someday. Just look at the joy on his face in the videos. He can’t believe his dream has come true. His song list for the concert: “Jailhouse Rock”, “Hollywood Nights“, “Sweet Soul Music”, “What’s Goin’ On“, “Livin’ for the City“, “Don’t Let Me Down“, “Do I Make You Proud“.
Be sure to also check out the FANTASTIC multi-part interview Taylor granted blogger extraordinare, Gray Charles, before GC closed down shop for the season.

Watch Takin’ It to the Streets by the Doobie Brothers here.

The rest of the “boys” sing Patience.

A complete review of the show, with photos, can be found at MJ’s American Idol blog. Great coverage, MJ!

A message to all who run Taylor Hicks or other fan-type sites:  One big reason for the appeal of GrayCharles and MJ is the easy to read blog format.  I really do TRY to read the board-style comment sites, but find it a ridiculous waste of time to locate interesting comments hidden among all the icons and photos and quotes of every single comment made.  OK, I’ll be more direct: I HATE THAT!

$270,000 for a little joy

When I first started reading the Cyberbrethren post, Low Flying Comet, and saw the figure of $270,000 for a maxed out engine on a Volkswagen bug, I was ready to launch into a speech about better places to utilize his extra cash, but by the end of the post I was laughing out loud! I think there’s a fine line between enjoying life and being responsible with resources. I love this quote from the Wired article: “More than one late-night truck driver on I-5 has been passed by a low-flying comet.” $270,00 for some joy in people’s lives is, perhaps, a bargain or at least money well-spent. I’m sure someone can shoot down my argument, though.

Baseball Friday

It’s baseball playoff season.  My son has a game at 8:30am, 1:30pm and 7:00pm.  I will only make the evening game, but he has another in the morning and possibly more after that.  The baseball overload gives me a good excuse to be absent from my duties as an M.O.B. member.  I was invited to a whiskey and cigar tasting event tonight at the M.O.B.’s home, Keegan’s Irish Pub in Northeast Minneapolis, but was feeling kind of nervous about attending.  So, instead it will be and evening of baseball, Dairy Queen and a nice cold beer afterward!

a $150 red t-shirt, a movie and a french silk pie blizzard…

One of my favorite bloggers (I have more than one, so don’t get all huffy), found time to blog. Tim Man writes:

I am blogging. (I think I can, I think I can.) Yes, I’m really blogging. Words are actually outside of my head and visible to the naked eye. (I’m still writing, still writing.) Making an entry in my blog after such a long absence is a little like the first time—that very first entry. (Am I really doing this, exposing my thoughts to strangers, or worse yet my wife?)

What will she think? What will she say? What will she do?

She mentioned this morning that she again made her faithful entry into that huge stockpile of Swansmith words. She wrote about last night. At least that’s what she tells me. I take it on faith, since I figured it best not to be distracted by reading anything.

For today, I myself blog. (So far, so good.) The fingers are not yet cramping up. The heart is not racing. The eyes are properly focused. My butt is at rest. Read the rest for the parts about the red shirt, the movie and the blizzard

Kirby loves water

Every Thursday morning this summer, Kirby and I get to walk at a different spot while Erik skates at an early morning hockey clinic. The sights are interesting at this new spot- lots of ducks, birds and rabbits. We get to watch the progress of a parking ramp being built (always interesting) and we walk through a Vietnam Veterans Memorial garden. One of the highlights for Kirby is to drink from the drinking fountain. I TRY not to let him lick the spout, but I sometimes fail. Since I failed last week, I decided to take a photograph. Here’s Kirby, with his great beastie claws showing as he grips the sink:

Kirby s favorite drinking fountain

Is Keith Richards a Lutheran?

Is Keith Richards a Lutheran?  No, but his sister in law is and she enlisted his help on her project, My Soul is a Witness.  Frank E. Lockwood, of the Lexington Herald-Leader writes about My Soul is a Witness,

On the recording, Richards sounds like he enjoyed making the music.

“Obviously, you hear Keith chattering in the background. … You can hear some of our comments and our laughter. That’s part of the mood of the CD. We had a wonderful time,” Hansen said.

Richards’ wife, Patti Hansen, is the sister of Rev. Rodney Hansen, Marsha Hansen’s husband and the pastor of Mount Hope Lutheran Church in El Paso, Texas. Read on…

Tracy, fireworks and dog travel

Today is the 5th of July and I must return to work. Thankfully, I was one of the few who had Monday off. I did have to check voicemails and emails, just to make sure a client’s world wasn’t falling apart while we all played. The dinner and fireworks at Interlachen last night was excellent, as usual. I was scolded by my husband for paying $6 for Corona Beer poured into a plastic cup. What was the alternative? No glass of beer at the BBQ? Walk in with my own bottle? Besides, he drank it anyway. It was delicious and a perfect accompaniment to the outdoor supper.

Last night marked the first time we left our dog (3 months old) home for four hours. I found myself checking my phone as if he might text me that he was a bit lonely, but he appeared to have slept most the time. Kirby made the entire trip more eventful. I never walked the streets of Tracy much, except two blocks to the Eastside Diner and back. We discovered the sheer terror and fun of having Kirby chase us behind our bicycles. It’s definitely a two or three person job: one to lead and watch for cars, one to bring up the rear and one to corral the dog. I think our dog would die of a heart attack beforehe’d stop chasing us, if we weren’t careful.

We also discovered the pitfalls and benefits of crate-training. Kirby is accustomed to his 4 x 6 wire kennel. All his sleeping is done there. Rob did not want to dis-assemble the crate and take it with us, so we just figured Kirby would lay on his bed to sleep. Not to be! Kirby (and Rob and I ) did not sleep the first night. He kept waking, whining and roaming the house. The next day, I brought in his car carrier and he promptly layed down in it and slept for five hours. Even though it was a bit small for him, his crate-training taught him that is where he sleeps: in a kennel.
We went for a ride in the country to check on the local pheasant population, since the menfolk will return in October to attempt to bag a few. It was discussed whether Kirby the black beast will be mature enough to help out. My husband suggested to me that I could walk in front of the hunting party and lead the dog. He thinks I don’t get that joke; nice guy, huh? Don’t email me; he’s just KIDDING! That kind of banter is part of how we make life fun. We stopped to visit Kirby’s mom, the usually friendly Jade, and Kirby’s remaining brother, the strikingly handsome Butch, but the visit was not a happy one. Jade angrily growled at Kirby and wouldn’t allow us near Butch. Butch seemed friendly enough and the two brothers appeared to know each other’s scent, but weren’t allowed to do much more than a quick sniff. We left after five minutes, since no one was home.************ ******************** ***********************

Today is the 4th of July. I write from Tracy, Minnesota, a picturesque but sleepy little town in southwestern Minnesota. I’ve not done much but sleep, walk around town, entertain our puppy, eat and watch television. Tracy is pretty quiet compared to Minnetonka, but it has all the features I appreciate: high speed internet, T-Mobile compatible roaming service (finally!), fancy new community pool, Sander’s Eastside grill, a latte/yarn/bookstore, a artsy-funky giftshop, a grocery store, plus many more places I haven’t checked out. The biggest thing I noticed about Tracy this weekend was that there are a tremendous number of birds making sounds I never noticed before…and I wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for my dog.

We are leaving soon to drive back home. Tonight we will head for the majestic old Interlachen country club (on the shirttails of family) for a wonderful barbeque supper, the music of a dixieland band, a glass of good beer and a private fireworks show that beats most public displays.

Interlachen Country Club