A Wise Life

A blog by Lisa M. Price

I quickly devolved into a pool of emotional goo and proceeded to rant bitterly against tyrannical teachers who assign tasks that are impossible to accomplish without time and money from parents. I might very well have been standing in the exact same spot ranting when school started back up if it were not for the rational actions of my quick-witted husband.

It’s difficult to quibble with the notion that our society has become progressively more child-centric over the course of the last few decades. The phrase “family friendly” is assigned to everything from frozen chicken dinners to prime parking spaces at the local supermarket. Sentimental ballads like “Children are Our Future” are the rallying cry of educators, church leadership and Moms and Dads everywhere

All that said, my decision to share this story had more to do with something she said rather than with what she did. Six words uttered by a cranky stranger, on the foulest shopping day of the year got me thinking about how I view the celebration of an entire season …

Too often well-intentioned Christians make rules around God-given commands and call those rules commands. The man-made rules we put around a command are meant to assist us in keeping the actual command. This is how we end up with man-made rules that look and sometimes even feel like God-made commands. An example of this sort of thing would be sexual immorality. Christians are commanded to abstain from sexual immorality. Prohibitions against dating, hand-holding, movies, premarital kissing and dancing might help some people to avoid sexual sin but those things are personal choices, not God-given commands and should not be treated as such.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who are good at math and those who are not. I fall squarely into the second category. My aversion to everything math-related could quite possibly be classified as some sort of neurosis or phobia. When faced with a complex math problem I can actually feel my brain overheating, seizing up and shutting down like an oil-deprived engine. I will do virtually anything short of sin to avoid any sort of math-related activity.

I will not tell a lie, for one fleeting instant I was elated. For an inquisitive person such as myself this story was without question the best news ever. All of my dreams had finally come true, I could cave to my baser instincts, listen to gossip and improve my health all at the same time.

There are few subjects in life where we are likely to get a consensus from a group of individuals. Folks will argue and debate about anything and everything. The issues otherwise rational adults will argue about swing from the significant to the silly. Art, politics, the best burger and pizza places in any given city, the correct way to hang a roll of toilet paper, religion—if it’s a subject we talk about, then it’s undoubtedly a subject we argue about.

This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live~ Deuteronomy 30:19  Recently Pope Francis shed his image as the hip, happening Pope when he came out with a …

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From time to time I get a message or phone call asking me to share my opinion about a particular issue. Because the issue in question is inevitably thorny, contentious, and well above my pay grade, I generally have mixed feelings about these requests. Such was the case this week.

No one would guess from reading this story, but I am not a stupid person. I know better than to bribe a child with refined sugar. I know better than to bribe a child with anything. I have better sense than to allow an obstinate, eccentric seven-year-old-boy to run the show. I am well aware of the dangers of allowing bad behavior to persist unchallenged, and yet to my everlasting shame I did all of those things. Repeatedly.