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Buh-bye Birmingham!

by oh amanda on April 11, 2008

in life,me,memories

Yesterday I faxed a signed copy of a contract on our house in Birmingham. Yes, that means we sold it. After 20 months on the market, we sold it. And funnily enough, I’m not doing cartwheels about it.

For one, our original asking price was 30k more than we sold it for. We picked that price when the market wasn’t so bad. And dropped it about ten times since then.

But mainly I’m a little sad because our house is gone. MY house is gone. That little house was our first house. Les and I have lived in government housing, trailers, apartments, people’s basements and were even homeless for awhile (in a good way, we just traveled). So our first house was really something special.

We moved to Birmingham to be Children’s Pastors of a large church there. When we got there we lived with our psuedo-parents for about five months. (Oh, how I love and miss them!) This whole time we were saving our money and looking for houses.

I remember the first time we drove into the neighborhood that would soon be ours. It was night and all the mailboxes had little lanterns on top. It was like a fairy land! I remember thinking we could NEVER afford a house in there.

We went back a few times, saw one of the smallest houses for sale and went inside. And honestly, I thought I was in a model home. I was in love! We were so excited we made our psudeo-mom come look at it that night. She loved it. It has hardwoods throughout, special touches like tall counters, arched doorways and rounded corners. I was ready to buy. That day.

Well, Les wasn’t as sold. He liked it but wanted to make sure we were getting a deal. (As usual.) A few days later we drove into the neighborhood and the For Sale sign was gone. I literally got sick to my stomach. We called the owner and she said someone else had made an offer. Well, we made a larger one right then. And we won!

(me and our lantern-topped mailbox!)

Soon we were moving in, slowly buying furniture and painting walls. We even finished the upstairs! This is the house where we found out we were pregnant. The house we cried in when they told us Lydia might be dead in my womb. The house to which we brought our miracle baby home! The house where I nursed my newborn baby. I saw so many of Lydia’s “firsts” in that house.

We thought we’d be there forever. We thought Lydia would start to walk, learn to read and welcome a new sibling at that house. It’s unbelievable how life changes. How plans are altered. How things just aren’t what you think.

So yeah, it’s bittersweet. I’m beyond happy to have that last tether to Birmingham cut, but I’m so sad to be really and truly saying good-bye to our house.

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Today is the 35th anniversary of the legalization of abortion.

I took Lydia downtown today to join Georgia Right To Life‘s Memorial for the Unborn.

From the time I woke up, I was thinking about how I’d blog this. I don’t want to start an abortion debate. I’m not a good debater. I believe what I believe. I think abortion is murder. You can’t change my mind. I’m saying this with complete frankness because I don’t want this post to be a persuasive piece, I’m just posting on my blog about what I did today. I want to be sensitive to those that might not agree with me…but then again…I don’t. I believe life starts at conception. And I believe abortion is America’s holocaust. Over 40,000,000 children have been aborted in the last 35 years.

40 MILLION.

That is the same amount as the population of the smallest 26 states in America. TWENTY SIX.

So to say this was a solemn event is an understatement. As soon as I rounded the corner and heard the music playing and saw the crowd in front of Georgia’s capital, I got tears in my eyes.

So many people spoke and I was impressed with each one. Especially our Lt. Govenor, Casey Cagle. Wow! What a great man! Atlanta Archbishop Wilton Gregory began with prayer and was wonderful. Sonny Perdue, Georgia’s Governor introduced my favorite speaker of the day, MIKE HUCKABEE.

I may have mentioned that I like famous people. Well, as soon as they announced Mike Huckabee would be speaking next, my mom and I grabbed our stuff (including Lydia) and raced to the front of the crowd. And I have to say, we got pretty close…

What? You didn’t quite see how close we were?

Well, we were very very close. So close in fact…

Governor Huckabee and I got our picture together.

*sigh*

Now, back to the event.

After all the speakers (oh, I wish I had been able to take notes! The facts and statistics they gave were staggering!) we began a silent memorial march through downtown. It was amazing to be in the middle of thousands of people and not hear one word spoken. Everyone was respectful. There was no yelling, no chants not even anyone talking amongst themselves. There weren’t even any big posters or graphic photos. I was impressed at how NORMAL everyone was. I didn’t see one freaky person.

As we marched, we passed several people just walking around downtown. Especially as we walked through Georgia State University. Many of the students stood and watched us walk by. Now, let me say that our crowd was made up of a lot of young people–I saw several groups of kids in matching school uniforms. There were lots of moms with their kids. So, as we walked by these college students, I was shocked at the things they were yelling to us. Yelling at the SILENT marchers. One girl yelled, “Why don’t you guys stop marching and start giving out sandwiches to homeless people? That would be more beneficial!” (I’m not quoting her word for word, she said several things, but that was the gist.) One guy yelled at us, “I am a baby killer!” while his friends chortled around him. Another guy walked right through our crowd and said, “What are you guys trying to do? Brainwash us?” No one responded to them (well, actually, someone threw that girl a wrapped sandwich after they passed…I mean, she did ask for one!), everyone just kept marching. I don’t know why that was so shocking to me. Our college campuses are portrayed as being full of our POLITICALLY CORRECT, TOLERANT, FREE THINKING minds. Why would someone on a college campus yell at someone else SILENTLY exercising their right to assemble? I wonder if they would have yelled the same thing if we were Planned Parenthood, PETA or the Alliance for Climate Protection?

But my favorite part of the day was how the march began. A young woman wearing her infant child and trailed by her toddler, played taps on the trumpet.

Then as we began to walk, trumpeters stood along our path and played taps as we went by. I still have tears in my eyes remembering it. And remembering the 40million children for whom we marched.

And a few more pictures to give you a feel for what it was like to be there today.


The silent march.


One of many signs with similar sentiments.


Lydia during the march.

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Luke 2
At that time the Roman emperor, Augustus, decreed that a census should be taken throughout the Roman Empire… All returned to their own ancestral towns to register for this census. And because Joseph was a descendant of King David, he had to go to Bethlehem in Judea, David’s ancient home…He took with him Mary, his fiancée, who was now obviously pregnant. And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying, “Glory to God in highest heaven, and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”When the angels had returned to heaven, the shepherds said to each other, “Let’s go to Bethlehem! Let’s see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”They hurried to the village and found Mary and Joseph. And there was the baby, lying in the manger.After seeing him, the shepherds told everyone what had happened and what the angel had said to them about this child. All who heard the shepherds’ story were astonished, but Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often. The shepherds went back to their flocks, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen. It was just as the angel had told them.

Did you just read that story or skip over it because you’ve heard it so many times? I know it’s tempting for me to just glance at it. It doesn’t seem that exciting. It’s the word-picture that matches the manger scene on your end table. It’s the obligatory story read before opening presents. But do you ever stop to read it and wonder? Wonder why things happened the way they did? Why Mary? Why Joseph? Why the shepherds? Why Bethlehem? Why a manger?

Growing up, reading the Christmas story so many times and hearing sermons preached and lessons taught, I knew Jesus had to be born in Bethlehem because God prophesied it long ago. It was like a sign. You know a little check to mark off so you can make sure this Jesus guy is really the Messiah. And I’d always heard the angels told the shepherds about Jesus first because they were humble fellows–that’s who Jesus came for–regular folk. Personally, I’ve always thought the angels went to the shepherds first because they were the closest to the stable. You know, because after a journey through time and space, they were too tired to travel any further. Ahem.

Then I began to read some books by Brock & Bodie Thoene. If you aren’t familiar with Brock & Bodie Thoene, you are missing out on a significant experience in your life. They are prolific fiction authors–not just fun chick-lit or amusing stories. They are real historical researchers who have written several series based on God’s chosen people. Their series range from the Great Depression in the United States, the Holocaust of World War II, the rebirth of Israel and their current series, the history of Jesus on earth. I can honestly say, no other books have influenced me the way these books have. (I have so much to say about them and their books, but that will have to wait. I’m reading one right now, so when I’m done, I’ll be back to gush.)

Now they’ve got a new series of mini-books (try 83 pages) that answer the big…well, little questions about Jesus. Little questions that have big answers! There are three so far: Why A Manger?, Why A Shepherd? and Why A Crown? I picked up Why A Manger? a few weeks ago and read it last night. To say it was good is an understatement.

Each chapter answers one of the questions I had above. One of my favorite questions was “Why Bethlehem?”

They explain that Bethlehem is the place where the Temple sheep were born and raised. These were the sheep that would be chosen and bought by people to sacrifice and atone for their sins. The sheep of Bethlehem were thought to be holy–because they were set apart for a holy purpose. These sheep were raised by shepherds to be sacrificed for the sins of the Israelites.

So, where else would Jesus, the Lamb of God be born? He had to be born in Bethlehem! Not just to mark off a qualification for Messiah, but to be a picture to everyone who met him. To be a symbol and a fulfillment of God’s real plan!

And who got to meet Jesus first? Not just any old shepherds! Not just some regular old guys! THE shepherds! The shepherds that raised the sacrificial lambs! The shepherds who knew more than anyone what this sacrifice meant! Raising a little lamb from birth and then sending it to the slaughter—for a bunch of dumb, wicked people! Oh, what those shepherds understood about sacrifice! What it must have meant to them! They were the first ones to meet the Lamb of God, because they were the ones who would really understand.

WOW. Isn’t that amazing? Isn’t God cool?! Each chapter of this little book has insight like this. I won’t give away the answer to “why a manger”, I’ll let you read it for yourself. (Just know that it made me cry.) Because for this last installment of my bloggy Christmas, I’m giving away Brock & Bodie’s book Why a Manger? to two winners. Just leave me a comment and you’ll be entered to win!

Now, my prayer for you…

I remember how it felt the hours and days after Lydia’s birth. I was emotional, tired and overwhelmed. I remember how my husband acted when holding our newborn baby. I remember the nurses wrapping my daughter in a swaddling blanket. I remember the friends and family that came to ooh and aah over my child.

What would it have been like to know that a miracle baby was in your arms? That the one who had planned His own coming, His own sacrifice, His own resurrection, was cooing in your arms? I don’t think they could understand. They hadn’t read the story a hundred times like we have. They were experiencing it, living it!

I pray the same for you. I pray during this Christmas season you experience the miraculous birth of the Lamb of God in your life. The Lamb that was born in the only place he could be born, among the sacrificial lambs of Bethlehem. Born in the little town of Bethlehem as reminder that The Lamb would grow up to die in your place, just as the lambs in the fields had been born to do.

Merry Christmas!

(ps–If you haven’t read anything by Brock & Bodie, GO OUT AND BUY SOME NOW! They are my absolute favorite! And if you start reading their blog, be prepared–it’s amazing!)

 

CONGRATS TO OUR WINNERS! 

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