When telling bedtime stories, it’s crucial to tune in to the desires of the child, in addition to the lessons you feel he or she needs. That is, you want to give the child what they want too. Story time needs to be fun, if it’s to be effective. Continue reading “The Art of Telling Bedtime Stories, Part 2”
Yes, you. All reasonably healthy humans are demi-gods.
I apologize for hitting you with a concept that may feel foreign, dangerous and ridiculous, but it needs to be said. And regardless that we lack proper definitions for such concepts, it’s true.
I’ll also remind you that there’s nothing sacrilegious about saying this: David, the great Psalmist, was bolder than I, flatly stating, “You are gods.” He even used the Hebrew word elohim, the same word used in “God created the heaven and the earth.” And Jesus repeated the line without reservation.
A lot of parents, probably the majority, sit down to read bed-time stories to their children with a sort of dread. They know this is something they’re “supposed to do,” but they also feel uncomfortable with it; they don’t know what to say or how. And so they buy a book of bedtime stories and try to convince themselves that it will solve their problem.
The story books don’t really fix the problem, however. Some of them will be stories the parent feels funny about reading – a kind of half-understood feeling that something’s a bit off about them – but for which they have no alternative. And so they keep reading, reasoning that the stories in the book are old, and so they must be good. They also feel they have no better alternative, not knowing how to find one and not feeling confident enough to create one. Continue reading “The Art of Telling Bedtime Stories, Part 1”
I’m not telling you whether I’ve had the jab or not, because it doesn’t matter. What I am telling you is that a woman in Denver is about to die because the medical establishment won’t let her have a surgery, simply and only because she hasn’t had their shot. Bearing in mind that Denver hospitals have seen thousands of COVID patients over nearly two years, this isn’t only persecution, but willfully causing a death.
Yes, we’ve seen a string of irrational, malicious and even murderous rules lately, but that’s not what I’m addressing in this post.
Today my point is that rules by themselves – rules by their essence – are the opponents of righteousness. I know this strikes most people as impossible, but I’m convinced that it’s correct and important.
I expect this concept to take root slowly; human psychology is just that way: It takes time to absorb and sift ideas that are not only new, but which stand against basic assumptions. Continue reading “Rules Versus Righteousness”
It’s hard to argue with success, and this story gets rapt attention, and productive attention, from children in the five year-old range.
One of the deepest and most important lessons that can be imparted to children is the belief and excitement of seeing that they are capable of more than they’ve realized. That belief is much more than just an understanding of words and concepts, it’s a foundation-level feeling… a deep, enduring and exciting feeling.
Passion, in our time, is badly misunderstood. And so I suppose I should start by saying that I’m not talking about the human sex drive, though the truth is that as you choke passion proper, sexual passion tends to be choked along with it. We express passion – real passion – when we make things sacred to ourselves; when we erect borders to protect things we care deeply about… when we say “This space is mine, and no one else is permitted to come in, unless I invite them in.”
A long time had passed since her last dream of Ruby. Aria was now nine years old, but she held out hope for at least one more. Her parents had written the important dreams (there were a few others where she and Ruby talked only about silly things) and gave copies to a few people her parents knew… Aria knew only one of them, her dad’s uncle. Continue reading “Dreaming of Ruby Tuesday, Part 4”
After a few nights without a Ruby dream, Aria found herself sad about it. Even though her dad was right that the dreams really came from her – she wasn’t really talking to Ruby – she still liked talking to her dog.