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independence and intimacy
So Chris and I have been together for coming up on Five Years. It is time to take this whole thing seriously. So we’re going to take it to the next level.
RELATIONSHIPS!
None of us would be such relationship chickens if we hadn’t have those bad experiences. Now that I’m “taking it to the next level” that fire alarm that was comfortably damped…You know that alarm bell? The one that starts ringing DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! when you allow another person to become too important to you?
There are trip wires over certain parts of the heart that set the alarm off. When that certain cologne sets the back of your neck prickling. When you lean in. When your knees buckle thinking about him the next day.
The risk of wanting. The risk of denial.
But I had damped that alarm. It’s been practically five years, I had lulled it. Comfortable, known. When I lean in, he meets me there. He doesn’t let me fall.
But now I’m Leaning Further. More is at risk. Maybe I’m too heavy for him to catch. Maybe he’s not willing to lean in too.
DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR!!!!
Take a deep breath. Those years count for something. I think they do. I hope they do. If they don’t count, nothing does.
So I take a look and see where there might be weak spots in our RELATIONSHIP.
I don’t particularly like talking about relationships. Actually, I like talking about The Relationship too much. I feel like if we just have a good hour or two of conversation then we can settle everything….And I know I’m wrong about that. Having endless talks about The Relationship does not make as much of a difference as I feel like it does. Basically, we can talk about how we do things, but if we don’t get out and do them, we don’t have a chance to make the little improvements that would change the situation.
So, talking about it is not as helpful as I feel like it should be…It only feels good if the talks are basically insincere. It only feels good if he tells me what I want to hear.
Chris is very much a sincere person, so he won’t play that game.
I went to the library and got some books on communication. The ideas of power in a relationship are very important.
I weigh myself every day. I weigh my power relationsips every day. I can feel a very slight tip. I don’t always know what to do about it, but I know when I’m giving too much.
I was raised on very traditional female roles, so i always felt like I was required to give more. Because women were supposed to be subservient, that the man was supposed to support mom & kids (I don’t have kids, but that was supposed to change) and mom was supposed to do everything else. Including put up with the Man.
I tried to recreate that. When I was married, and I started to support my husband in school, I felt that this was an aberration. This is not how things were supposed to be. He was supposed to support me. He was going to graduate and then support me.
But that didn’t work out. He flunked out. So then we left college behind, and I got the first job I could, and started working very hard. He spent a lot of time trying to find the Perfect Job.
I ripped through three imperfect jobs, and then he finally found his perfect job.
Well! Thank god! I could now relax into the pose of subservient. I quit, because I wanted a break.
But I should have just taken a two week vacation. It was deep blackness, man, I don’t like not working.
But then I found a less important job than the Husband. I was a little intern. He was the important one. So I could maintain the right position.
I was very sad, without his company. I liked being with him. At least I remembered liking being with him. I wanted to spend time with him, but he always came home very late. It seemed like he did it on purpose! why would he stay away from me?
Finally, after weeks of crying at home and waiting for him, yelling at him when he came home because I was waiting so long, I said, No More.
If he wasn’t going to be there in the evenings, I would find someone else to play with. If I was crying at home, it was my responsibility to fix it. I thought I would just go out.
I told him, “i want to do this.” He thought it was a great idea, he told me I shouldn’t be lonely, I should go out and have fun. Go out with your girlfriends!
But then…I said, “This will change us. We won’t be as close anymore.”
He didn’t get it.
But I watched it happen.
I went out, I played with other people. Other people who thought I was interesting and smart and funny. Who didn’t play games and shelf me, and ignore me and break promises and let me down.
These other people listened to me. They TALKED with me. I thougth I was going to explode with happiness, to think that I had people listen to me.
And I gained independence. I knew who I was.
But I lost intimacy. That man, who I had been so desperately in love with, who I thought I would die without, had to go. It was a choice between me and him. He left no options.
There was the subservient role he offered, and then there was me.
I couldnt’ even fit in the role anymore. It was like pants that were too tight.
If I had tried, it would have resulted in escalating violence. I was scared of him
no more. I couldn’t go back. But I didn’t know where forward led.
More independence.
Yes, that particular choice was very obvious. My independence led me away from intimacy.
But then I started thinking….
How many women refuse to know things, because it will lead away from intimacy? It’s a standard thing (I hear) for girls to not do TOO well on their grades because they don’t want to be separated from their peers in high school.
I work in a highly technical field. I get lonely, because very few people know enough about what i do to talk about it. My independence made me give up the intimacy.
I bet that the women who work at beauty salons have a lot of things to talk about and share with each other.
I have felt like it’s a sacrifice, to learn things. Yes, it’s a benefit too, but it’s a sacrifice.
Intimacy is so important to me. That’s what Chris gives in abundance. He is always there for me.
And yet, he never gets in my way. That’s what helps me to feel comfortable with him. I HATE it when someone gets in my way.
And yet, I really wish I could be closer to people. Its a constant tug.
Happy New year everyone!
Hello, and Happy New year! It’s 2004, and I am 31. It was my birthday yesterday.
I got the extended DVD of “The Two Towers” for christmas, and now I feel a little creepy when talking about my birthday.
GOLLUM!
But it was a very nice birthday. I called my older brother, who has the same birthday and wished him a happy birthday.
I always feel very excited and hopeful on a new year. It feels like a blank sheet of paper that I am going to fill with nice things. Get all sorts of good things done. This year I bought a calendar that shows the whole year at once. THis makes me happy, I can contemplate all the nice things that will be done this year.
Ever bump your head and not remember
then later, you are sort of rubbing your hand over your head and you find this spot that’s really sore?
Maybe it’s just me.
But I would not be surprised if I’d been knocked unconscious at some point this week, and that I wouldn’t remember it.
It’s been that kind of week. Work is insanely busy. I know some people regularly work 60 hour weeks, but I am quite upset when I have to work 50.
I HAVE to have boundaries, I have to have more than just the one thing MY JOB that I do.
So, I’ve also been trying to sign up to do other things. Just took a dance class last night. It was great. All the Femmes in the room were fun and supportive.
Trying a new eating plan. Don’t like the word diet. It involves more vegetables that I can believe I will really eat. At least I fear I will not be able to eat them before they go bad.
They give you a shopping list. What Kind of nonsense is a shopping list that says
1 Large Stalk of Celery
3 Tbsp. Peanut butter
I hope they want me to eat the rest of the celery later. That’s all I can say.
Well, I just wanted to post something. It’s been a while, I know.
Quite possibly the best job in the world
Jane and Michael Stern are roving reporting, travelling the nation for the best road food. They do a column for Gourmet magazine called “Two For the Road”.
I am in absolute green envy. How idyllic is this? You are with the love of your life, your spouse, travelling all over the world, anywhere you want to go. And you are SUPPOSED to eat at all those great places, the ones that say, “Famous for Pies” that always seem to zip past tantalizingly on my journeys
I heard these guys on “The Splendid Table“, an NPR radio show about food and eating. I love their attitude and their stories.
Some people have all the luck.
Got…to clear…My…Head…
i have been working so hard this week. And last week too.
Maybe I’m a wuss. I know there are those people who work 60 hours a week on a regular basis. I’m losing my mind with 50.
Part of my problem this week is that I had my expectations raised. I HOPED for stuff. Expectations are crazy stuff. I think I’m better off having expectations, HOPES. It keeps me reaching to be the best I can be.
However, expectations never never never never turn into exactly what you expected. This is the beauty of life, really. We are surprised at every turn. We expect that stream of hot water in the shower, but it is always wetter somehow that we expect.
Life is so FULL. Sensorily full, yes. And at the same time it is even fuller, more rich and complex than our senses can grasp. There MORE out there. More..more..I can’t point to it, I can’t say what, but I can see bits of it through the chinks.
And so I am fascinated by the chinks. Sometimes it is frustrating to focus on the REAL HERE AND NOW.
ugh…I was happy being muse- ical. Don’t bother me with facts! Detach, relax and ride through like a spectator.
Except, once in a while, I actually want to do something. It grabs me and becomes really important. Maybe it’s something I want to do from inside myself. Or maybe it’s something other people push upon me.
Like work. It becomes very important at work to do something, enough that it makes me really want it. And then I work really hard to make it happen; I’ll stay long hours and think and examine and try. I’ll get frustrated and stay awake when I should be sleeping, pushing and prodding at the things in the way of me getting what I want.
When it’s a work thing, it pisses me off. I am not employed at my dream job. This thing I do for a paycheck is not the thing that moves my soul.
And yet. Picasso still had to clean his brushes. Life is full of things you must do that are not high and lofty. My job is certainly a good one. There are many aspects about it that I enjoy.
I have learned that it’s best not to get too involved in work. Things have a way of working out. I can become desperately impatient. My intensity should be reserved for other things, not the corporation.
Some corporations inspire that kind of intensity. Remember Apple Computers in the 80s? Maybe the attorneys where I work take that kind of joy and thrill out of their work; I am sure it can be very challenging. They pull the 50-60 hour weeks. I hope they do enjoy their work.
Well, once in a while, the corp. asks me to do something that is HARD. It takes concentration, it takes intensity. Those are the times I lose sleep. It’s also those times that I get frustrated with work. “Why can’t they give me what I WANT? What i NEED?”
I wouldn’t get frustrated if I didn’t need stuff. And I could think better if I weren’t frustrated. Thinking more clearly would help me figure out how to get what I need.
See the problem here?
There is a fine line here. Holding, but not grasping. Balance.
Makes me think of the Tao. I love the Toa Te Ching! Great great work. You have to let it go.
What? I can’t hear you, I’m trying to tell you something….
I finally got to speak with the Chief of Operations about stuff. It took a lot of work. You know, people who get things done are always busy.
So, he rescheduled his talk with me to last from 5-6 instead of from 1-2. Since I had arrived at work yesterday at 7 a.m., this was disappointing. BUT! I was going to say my piece by hook or by crook.
Fine. So I had my powerpoint presentation prepared, and I was ready.
I was also nervous. Around 4, I was a little tired, cause I’d worked 9 hours already. But I was amping up to talk. Time goes by (slowly) and I sort of get all ready. The minutes between 4:45 and 5 were very long.
Should I be early? How early? 5 minutes, I decided. I walked purposefully to his office.
And he was in a meeting. It was running over.
They were taking a long time.
A half an hour went by. I thought I could be a little more forceful. I peeked in the window, caught his eye. He smiled and flashed his fingers, “10 minutes more!” he was saying.
Well. Not to drag it out too long, but…
I waited outside his door, too scared to leave so that I wouldn’t miss my opportunity.
An hour went by. I was trying to decide if I should get mad. I decided no, that the important thing was to GET TO TALK. So I poked my head in again and said, “Hey just letting you know I’m still here. ”
He kind of looked at his watch and said, “Hey..Murphy..”
I interrupted, “No problem, I don’t mind waiting.”
I was afraid that he wouldn’t want to talk to me because it was late, so I was trying to make him feel obligated to stay.
I don’t know whether he’s a workaholic or whether my guilt trip worked, but he did let me in to give my presentation.
And he complimented my powerpoint.
🙂
But more importantly, I got to tell him what was going on and what I needed to do the job I am asked to do. I feel like I was HEARD.
God, that is so important! Sun moon and stars, that is so important! I was so exhausted when we were done talking, but it felt to me like I had a chance of getting some progress made on improving the situation.
At the end of my shpeil, we talked about the problems that inspired this discussion and what needed to be done. As it happens, the concerned of (even more) upper management were different than the concerns I had raised.
So I left with some tasks to try and address THEIR concerns. During the meeting, I felt kind of dubious about being able to do anything to really solve the problem.
But I felt so great, so pleased that i had been able to be heard, that I suddenly was energized to really tackle it. I was full of ideas and plans.
Then later, as I was driving to find some dinner, I realized I knew the answer to the problem. In fact, I had known it all along. I was thrilled!
But how could I have forgotten than I knew the solution? How weird is that?
Part of the problem was that I was having trouble understanding WHAT the problem was. I had been spending so much of my time trying to deal with MY problems, that I couldn’t focus on THEIR problems.
Not to say that their problems weren’t my problems, they were. But when you spend all your time putting OUT fires, it’s hard to do any fire prevention.
So, the problems these guys were bringing up were on the level of “I don’t like the smell of smoke” when I’m trying to put out the fire. You know? I kind of had the “Can I slap you now?” reaction to these complaints.
THE WHOLE DAMN FOREST IS ABOUT TO IGNITE AND YOU ARE COMPLAINING THAT THE SMOKE SMELLS FUNNY.
So, now that I have had a chance to point out the huge (forest on fire) type of problems that i am barely keeping contained, I feel much better. I feel like I can adress the little problems.
And then I remembered something else that I have known about communication, but i forgot. I guess I forget because I’ve been working entirely by myself for a year now, and I havent had to do much communicating.
Here is the principle:
If one person has something the really need to say, the have to get it out before they can hear what you are trying to tell them.
Even if it is something you already know, you need to let them say it, and you need to let them know you understand them before you can go on to the next thing. Because a person will get fixated on the thing they need to tell you, it will dominate their attention so they won’t be able to hear the next thing.
It is important to LISTEN to people.
I don’t know, maybe I could have been a bigger person and found a way to get past my concerns and hear what the guys were saying.
But, the fact was, I got the huge GIFT of being heard. So I feel like I could drop all that stuff I was carrying and get on to something else.
I was so excited about handling new things that I could barely sleep last night.
The cheese stands alone
SO, I’m buying this condo. Wow. More on that later. I’m terrified, and on top of it, my real estate agent is insane and rubs EVERYONE the wrong way.
For the most part it doesn’t bother me. I’m used to working with all kinds of strange people, the only thing I care about is whether they can do their job well, the job I need them to do so I get what I need: the condo.
She can be as weird and irrational as she wants, just so long as she knows things like, what these papers are and what needs to be done when.
So, I get a call from her asking me to sign some papers. More papers. Lots of papers. I ask, “What are these papers about?”
“You wil have to sign a lot of papers to buy a home. You should get used to it.”
I wasn’t expecting anything else, but I would think that someone who had more years experience in Real Estate than my years on earth would have a general idea what the papers were about.
She blows me off. “Just papers…” she says when I ask her again.
Have I watched too much X-files? I do not sign papers without reading them!
So, I’m in her office signing papers. I am reading all the papers. There are a lot of papers.
She is mocking me for reading all the papers. “I never read every word.”
My jaw is very tense when I say, in that special voice I learned from my mother, “Well, I do.”
“Why?” she asks, obviously questioning my judgement.
“Oh, I’m very meticulous.”
Talking with my mother later that day, I tell her about this. Mom tells me that she doesn’t read all the papers either.
“I know I should,” she says. “But I knew that I was doing it with your father, so I wasn’t so worried about it.”
Worried. Oh my god, I can barely sleep at night, thinking of this huge responsibility, and wondering what if this happens, what if that happens.
I do feel all alone. It’s me, it’s only me, buying this place. What if I lose my job? What if the real estate market crashes, and I am stuck with huge overpriced payments? What if I can’t do it?
My mom wasn’t worried when she was going through this. She had someone else in it with her. She was so not worried that she didn’t even read all the papers.
Why is that? She had this confidence in my dad, the ‘other guy’ who would somehow make it work out.
I only have me to have confidence in. I only have me to put my trust in and rely on.
I remember what it was like to be married, and have the ‘other guy’ there as part of a team. I know it would be less scary if I were doing this purchase with someone else.
And yet, I know that I have a very good track record of being responsible and handling my business-good as anybody! So why would I feel better if there were another person with me?
Other people seem to be mysteriously better able to handle things, to think of things, to come through for their peeps. _I_ , however, let myself down every day.
I forget to hang up the towel after I’m done showering. I constantly put off a hundred little tasks and chores that I REALLY mean to do. I leave a mess of papers and don’t file my papers. I constantly cheat on my diet, and I’m never able to go to the gym as much as I really know I should.
I’m lazy, stupid, far less careful than I wish I were.
But in spite of that, I will make a much bigger effort not to let someone else down. If someone is expecting me somewhere, I will make a huge effort not to stand them up. I would make a much better dinner for someone coming over for dinner than I would for myself, coming home from work to eat dinner.
And other people are far more kind to me than I am to myself. I am sure that none of my friends thinks my hair looks as bad as I KNOW it looks. They see me in a totally different light.
Well, I treat them better than I treat myself. Like I was just saying, I try harder for my friends. I take extra care for them.
Maybe this is why it is better when someone else is with you. In the best circumstances, that other person inspires you to do better for them than you would do on your own. And they do the same for you.
As for myself, I know myself too well. I know how easy it is for me to screw up.
I’m sure, or at least I will be sure once the papers are signed, that I will do fine with this new condo owning responsibility. But it just got me thinking…
still sick
Well, I’m still sick today. I can’t sleep too well, either, so I’m watching a lot of TV.
I think I would rather read a book, but all the books I’m reading right now are really HEAVY. I want something lighter.
Anyway, this morning I watched show boat.
Old Man river…Can’t help lovin’ that man…good show.
THe main thrust seemed to be that it was impossible to help being in love with a guy, even if he was a jerk. The women seemed to be inexhaustibly patient and loving.
I was sort of sucked in by it…Oooh…Looove……
chris called me later. I told him about it. He said, (HE said it, not me)
“Sounds like a movie written by a man.”
I guess it was..Hammerstien.
Maybe love isn’t what it used to be.
i guess it helps that men no longer have an economic stranglehold over women.
When it’s an equal playing field, then you have to really have something to offer.
God’s Choice
pg 19
Never before had I known true believers, possesors of Truth, who are convinced beyond my imagination of the certainty of God, heaven, hell, Jesus Christ, and salvation, and of the unqualified authenticity of the Bible as God’s word.
pg 21
I was the outsider; by my own choice, I would remain one in this setting where all students could rattle off the warning, “Be ye not unequally yoked with unbelievers,” and all heard every day how they should behave in order to be an acceptable Christian human being. Notwithstanding their fullest cooperation, Bethanyites could never fully accept me because I lacked the credentials they recognized for acceptability.
To them, I am wanting as I am. By denying Christ as my savior, I remain always wanting, a part of the world of darkness Christians are forever urged to reject.
pg 43-44
Obedience is extraordinarily important. The teachers readily find support for it: “Obey them that have the rule of you, and submit yourselves” (Hebrews 13:17); “Children, obey your parents in the Lord” (Ephesians 6:1); “to obey is better than sacrifice” (1 Samuel 15:22). Alternately, disobedience is a sin. Questioning often is construed as rebellion, and rebellion is anathema, for it “is as the sin of witchcraft” (1 Samuel 13:23). And God punishes sinners: “Whosoever he be that doth rebel against thy commandment…he shall be put to death” (Joshua 1:18); “An evil man seeketh only rebellion: therefore a cruel messenger chall be sent against him” (Proverbs 17:11)…As much as teachers exalt obedience–“the whole Christian life centers around obedience”–many feel obliged to give questioning its due, hoping to avoid, as they said, the impression of “brainwashing” or of Christians as “dumb sheep.” Questioning is acceptable if done in the right spirit, recalling 2 Timothy 2:15, that the Christian must test doctrine in order to “shew thyself approved unto God.” Students can question if they do not rebel.
pg 47-8
Few schools are as explicit and forceful as the Christian school in directing students’ vocational decisions. Students are urged to listen carefully for the possibility that the Holy Spirit is calling them into full-time Christian service, and of course, to be obedient if called. Teachers do not denigrate other work; they pay it no attention. In contrast, they give the Lord’s service constant encouragement…such service is the pride and joy of all teachers; when a student dedicates his life to the Lord it is a cause for celebration of a sort no other occupational decision recieves; and it is the one career area most fully endorsed by the entire Bethany experience, from physical education to English.
pg 55
Whereas a diversity of religious and nonreligious views characterize teachers in even the most homogeneous public school, Christian educators are of one mind on the central elements of belief. As true believers, they colelctively endeavor to make true believers of their students–that is, persons who percieve the Bible as absolute truth and who believe and mean to live by these truths absolutely. True believers do not concieve of competing, alternative truths. Truth is singular; it is to be possessed, not sought after. To reject the true believer’s way is to err and suffer the appropriate consequences. In mundane matters, truth may be pursued; in the critical matters of this life and of the hereafter, Truth is known, revealed by God in his scriptures, and must be aquired. To search for that which is already known, is to give credence to a vain intellectualism which vitiates the integrity of an inerrant Bible. Bethany’s Christians reject Lessing’s view that
if God were to hold out enclosed in His right hand all Truth, and in His left
hand just the active search for Truth…and should say to me: Choose! I
should humbly take the left hand and say: Father! Give me this one;
absolute truth belongs To thee along. (Wolfenbuttfer Fragmente)
pg 71
Ordinary people might find the Bethany teachers’ weekly round of mostly obligatory activities intolerably confining and excessively intrusive into their personal prerogatives on the use of time, In fact, Bethany teachers estimate that they give 65 percent of their waking time to the school and 15 percent to the church. The remaining 20 percent is spent with family or friends, although very few of the teachers acknowledge any social life outside the Bethany church community. Those who do are local people who grew up in Hartney and have friends and relatives nearby.
pg 75
If teachers need counsel about how to handle any sort of problem, McGraw asks them where to go: “To your college textbooks or to the Word of God?”…Teachers learn that the world’s answers are not acceptable.
pg 76
On one occasion, a number of boys, including the son of a local pastor, voluntarily withdrew from school. Anticipating the interest their decision was likely to arouse, McGraw told his teachers:
I recieved a letter from Pastor Cripps whose son is leaving school tomorrow.
You know people will ask you about this. If you haven’t been in the discus-
sions, just say that you don’t know the details. Or else tell them to see me
and say “Whatever the school does, I’m behind it.” There’s an important prin-
ciple of loyalty involved here on your part.
pg 77
Teachers often hear about humanism, a catch-all term that Bethanyites use to characterize what the world believes. McGraw presents the “five basic tenets of humanism” as: (1) atheism; (2) immorality; (3) evolution; (4) the belief that man can do anything he wants to do; and (5) ecumenism.
pg 94
BBA’s structure of control is designed to insure that students experience only desirable behavior, belief and knowledge. It is God’s plan that Christian parents and educators instruct and that students obey. Students do not have to like or to understand what they are instructed to do, but to receive God’s blessings, they must obey.
pg 98
If, for whatever reason, a teacher’ behavior is unsatisfactory, McGraw will try to improve it; Pastor Muller may join the effort. On failing to improve the teacher may be dismissed. Thsi is a relatively simple matter because Christian school teachers do not have tenure. Due process is acknowledged, but since it is not stated in their contract, teachers have no recourse within the system other than reason.
pg 103
All BBA students are subject to strong scriptural motivation to Christian behavior, ranging form accepting the role of their brother’s keeper to maintaining their testimony so they can reach non-Christians…friends intervene in teh lives of friends; classmates warn and shush wrongdoers; and anyone witnessing erious student misdeeds (cheating, for example) may report them to the authorities. What public school students call tattling, Christian school studens are taught to construe otherwise…Moreover, the Christian has a duty to “restore other believers who have fallen.” It follows directly from these beliefs that if students know of students misdeeds, they should advise the wrongdoers to report themselves; if the offenders fail to do so, they should then expect to be reported by other students. Behavior scorned at other schools is upheld as the norm at BBA
pg 105
[chapel message]
And you say, “What if my teacher is wrong?” Look at the verse, “And submit yourself as one who must give account.” God is saying that it’s your job to obey and submit. Get down on your knees and pray, “Lord, help me do what I’m supposed to do, and help my teacher.” That’s a Christian. A bad attitude is pagan.
pg 109
[Headmaster] McGraw makes judgements within the framework of an extensive structure designed to control students’ time, thought, movement, and social relations. He and his fellow educators hope students will develop self-discipline that is securely rooted in teh Word, so that their love of Christ, not a signed pledge or a demerit system, will contstrain their ehavior. Structures of control, however, do not seem to wither away.
pg 113
At Bethany, it is more than the modest dress of the girls and the short hair of the boys, and more than order in the corridors and the absence of graffitti on bathroom walls, that sets it apart from public schools and non-Christian private schools. It is the words. They roll about, pouring forth anywhere at any time, shalts and shalt nots piling up, a scriptural pearl never more than a breath away. No public school ever has been so charged with such an explicit, accepted mission, or packaged a set of means to calculated to fulfill its mission. THe educators exhort, plead, and warn their young Christians; they edify, cajole and threaten them and warn them to be immersed in the Word, and to obey and to promulgate what they have heard.
For students there is no escaping the words: feigned interst is soon detected; disregard invited gloved and ungloved rebuke; repeated scorn is the road to dismissal.
pg 115
In history Frank Fortner often asks students to ponder the propriety of some historical decision from a Christian perspective. For example, was it proper for the American colonists to rebel against their king? Did the king’s policies violate scriptural principles, and if not, should he not have been honored for his Caesarian prerogatives? The Reformation is particularly important period in world history to Protestants of any designation, and Fortner gives this period due emphasis.
pg 120
A Christian’s destiny is in the Lord’s plan. There is no turning away from it with impunity, as evangelist Ron Comfort informs BBA students.
I’m afraid to get out of the will of the Lord because I’m agraid he’ll put his
hand on my two daughters or on my wife. Of course, do things because you
love God, but you know God punishes those who get out of his will.
He tells about Clarence Loner, whose refusal to heed God’s call the the mission field led to his young wife’s death, his girlfriend’s rape, and his own brains being blown out.
pg 121
It is insufficient to go to church; you must want to go, or you must doubt your Christiannes. The doubting, already saved Christian may feel compelled to riase his hand during the invitation part of a sermon and ask to be prayed for; he may even come forward to renew his commitment in a symbolic act that communicates to himself and to others that he intends to reaffirm his acceptance of Jesus as his personal savior and to accept the consequences of this comitment.
pg 124
At every turn, Bethany students are reminded of their testimony–the bright face of goodness they can beam forth to the world, of the burdened countenance, heavy with sin, that places a stumbling block before others.
pg 128
Limited though student chances are to meet non-Christians, they hear few scriptural verses more often than 2 Corinthians 6:14, which directs them to “Be ye not unequally yoked with unbelievers.” This means that dating non-Christians is taboo.
pg 128-129
[Pastor Muller quoted]
What sort of person ought a Christian young person marry according to that Scripture [2 Corinthians 6:14]? Right, a Christian. You may think it’s OK to date anybody, but if you’re not going to marry them, why date them? I’m not trying to say that once you start dating that that’s the person you’re going to marry. But according to the Word of God you ought not to date someone you couldn’t marry. If you date somebody who is a bum, with no spiritual convictions, thinking you’ll reform them, forget it. It’s just like with apples–the rotten one spoils the bood ones; the good ones don’t make the bad apple good.
pg 132
[Summer Youth Trip]
From a sheet titled “Laws to Live By” tripgoers learn that tobacco, liquor, and questionable literature are forbidden. They are expected to be smiling, cheerful and willing; “rebellious spirits” are not allowed. Finally, romantic expression is controlled as much as it is in school: girls sit in the front and boys in the back of the bus; no physical contact is allowed; and no couples can go off by themselves.
pg 134
[Mormons] are on the soul-winning class’s list of cults, which includes astrology, Jesus Peple, “Moonies”, Hare Krishna, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Baha’i, Christiand Scientists, and Seventh Day Adventists. Pastor Burt defines a cult as a “system of religious worthip…that doesn’t look to God as its final authority.” He suggests different sources the students can use for their research, one of them a book on Jehovah’s Witnesses, which he marked “Caution: heresy,” in case anyone picks it off his shelf to read. As far as he is concerned, he informs his class, “This is a bunch of hogwash”…”Hogwash,” “heresy,” “false doctrine,” “weird practices”–these strongly disparaging terms are deisgined to put right and wrong groups in perspective for the students with the clarity of an old-fashioned Saturday afternoon movie about cowboys and Indians.
pg 136
Steeped in absolutist convictions, Bethany’s educators and pastoral leaders have no tradition, nor do they feel any need, to give sympathetic attention to the beliefs and opinions of any group outside the fundamentalist fold.
pg 136-7
If the application of such [scriptural] principles does not have reasonably close bearing on teh issue in question, then and only then will they take a qualified position. Unsurprisingly, the fundamentalist Christian is a self-styled conservative…In this way a political position is established–if liberals support abortion and conservatives oppose it, and if the case for opposition ins drawn from Scripture, then Christians are conservative. In fact, opposition toe the Equal Rights Amendment and to equal rights for homosexuals joins abortion as a trio fo issues that form the core of current conservativism and the basis for selecting political candidates…Teachers do not dispute the justice of equal pay for both sexes, but they see the ERA as contrary to the biblical view of sex roles and therefore as undermining God’s turth.
pg 140
[excerpts from economics class]
On debts:
Don’t be a servant to man. How does this happen? Monetarily is one way. If I’ve got debts and God calls me to the mision field, I won’t be able to go.
pg 140
Embedded in these “truths” is the hard-work aspect of the Protestant work ethic, not so designated, but nonetheless clearly articulated. With specific scriptural verses provided, these actions are encouraged: goal setting for work that is to be performed with commitment, honesty, ehtusiams, and faithfulness, in the knowledge that God rewards faithful work.
pg 141
More than most schools, Bethany emphasizes doing and being, rather than knowing about…While teachers value and seldom ignore this aspect of their work, it is perhaps the least of what they do, not in terms of time but of commitment: most of what they do is directed towards becoming and being Christian. THey operate in the active mode, leaving no doubt that the proof of their Christian pudding is in teh action of living always as a Christian. Informed that there is but one standard, one outlook, one code of conduct, students are expected to see all of life as one, with no warrant for situational adjustments: riath behavior does not vary with time and place.
pg 141
Choice, doubt, suspended judgment, evidence–these are excluded form its pedagogical arsenal. On principle, they are strangers to the Christian classroom, alien presences where Truth reigns.
pg 149
[teacher’s advice for a hypothetical new student]
“The problem with some students is they want to do everything themselves. THey want to think for themselves. I know that’s the way I was when I was a kid.”
pg 160
At Bethany, Students learn that the proper compass of their concern is all Christians; they also see peer models who have internalized this ideal. In short, peer involvement in the socialization of their peer sofr spiritual ends is BBA’s norm, albeit not one that all student uniformly accept or even that its adherents invariably practice. The picture I mean to convey is one in which student intrude quite natrually in the lives of their classmates. They do so not as vigilantes or as agents of adult authority, but, rather, in the name of standards that by high school years are an ingrained dimension of their lives. That Bethany students strive to influence their peers to get right with the Lord is one ofthe school’s most distinctive qualities.
pg 166
Students are taught to conform to the academy’s code of conduct. THe more conforming students are uneasy being close to the less conforming ones; differential standards if soeecg , conduct, and social contacts generate tnesionin a setting wherein all are taught that the less spiritual, like rotten apples, always spoil their more spiritual companions.
pg172
At every turn, BBA studentsa re taught that they are their borther’s keeper and, moreover, that they live in a hostile, humanist world. Byt virtue of the faithfullness at church activities, students and adults have frequent contacts that facilitatte knowing a great deal bout ther affiliated others. This process is enhanced by the occasional act of giving one’s testimonry, a public statement that usually contains confessions of sins nd reneweds piritual commitments; and also by the common practice of public prayer of the type that preceeds each BBA class and is partof the Wednesday church service and the Saturday men’s prayer group. Thus, by means of both testimony and prayer, Bethany’s young and old acquire a great deal of personal knowledge about each other.
pg 174
When you’re away from Bethany, say in a mall, do you ever feel like you’re different form the other people you see?
Yeah, like in a way I feel sorry for them because they’re missing out on what a person should really be.
pg 175
After school do you visit with anybody?
No, I don’t really hang around with people I used to go to school with. I’ve lost all contact ’cause they’re all totally different. THe girls have reputations and I don’t want to get my reputation the same as theirs.
pg 175
Neither male nor female students contest the subordinate role of women. The believe it is God-ordained.
pg 176
What’s the best way that a girl can fulfill her calling in life?
Just being a good wife, a preacher’s wife, or something. Raising a family. A career’s OK as long as it doesn’t take up so much of their time that they don’t have time for the kids or anything [senior boy].
pg 189
More so than at most American schools of any type, the Christian school is notable for its special language, concepts, terms and values. Students are steeped in this language and values from the moment they enter BBA. Since they always learn that they are nothing without God, that they can do nothing of any consequence without his help, to believe that they can act alone is to err in favor of the rejected individualist’s perspective.
pg 190
Bethany foster no Jeffersonian marketplace of contending ideas; none is intended. One ht contrary, church and school consciously, unapologetically work to restrict their students’ cognitive associateion ” in order to avoid contact with people, books and ideas, and social, religious, and political events that would threaten the valdity of one’s belief system” (Rokeach 1960:48)