Friday, February 26, 2021

Terms to be Retired



 My topic today is words and phrases that have been overused. This topic itself is probably way-overused. It seems to pop up on someone’s social media every once in a while. Nevertheless, I think all of us can relate to the aggravation of hearing terms too many times. It calls for venting. Here are some words and phrases that IMHO need to be retired.

“Absolutely.” I was listening to a really interesting interview on KERA-FM (Krys Boyd’s “Think”). The author was really interesting, but she began every answer to every question with, “Absolutely!” I got so distracted, I couldn’t pay attention to what she was discussing. I also noticed that this kind of thing happens a lot.

Here’s another one: “I mean…” Which is a verbal tic or place holder. It’s akin to the “…aaaannnnddd…” made famous by Barak Obama. Obama, I like to think, would do that to organize his pithy thoughts before saying them (unlike some politicians who just blurt out anything). I know a woman who talks incessantly, mostly about herself, and uses the drawn-out “aaannnd” to make it hard to jump in and cut her off.

“Just” as an adverb almost requires its own blog post. Not “just” as an adjective, as in, “God is righteous and just.” Rather, the limiting adverb, as in, “I just took fifty old T-shirts that belonged to my son, cut them up, sewed them together in an intricate pattern and had someone make them into quilts.” Or, “I just cooked dinner for 25 people that included 15 different recipes and required two weeks of prepping and planning.” I’m always amazed that people use the term “just” to downplay astounding feats they have accomplished. Just don’t.

“In these uncertain/difficult/anxious/etc. etc. times…” I guess this also comes from listening too much to KERA-FM, the local public radio station. Have you noticed how darn many companies start their ads with that phrase? I think it’s worse for radio. In fact, I’m thinking the for-profit classical music station in Dallas may be The Worst. I hope and pray that as our country conquers the plague of COVID, there will be less usage of this phrase. Sadly, that’s probably wishful thinking. I suspect that “uncertain/difficult/anxious/etc. etc. times” will be with us for a long while.

The use of “chilling” has also run rampant. As in, “Seeing the rise of neo-Nazi groups and white supremacy legislation has been chilling.” Just as there have been so many worrisome things during these uncertain/difficult/anxious times, there have been many things that are chilling. No question. But maybe it’s time to expand our repertoire of adjectives: horrendous, terrifying, ominous, inauspicious, doomed, menacing, foreboding. 

“At the end of the day.” Somehow, this always makes me think of that old movie, The Remains of the Day. Since the phrase often comes toward the end of a long explanation or soliloquy, my mind tends to drift to re-running that movie in my head.

 “Baked in.” I’m hearing this a lot lately, too. I suppose it’s better than “it’s in our DNA” or other expressions. But just as “at the end of the day” makes me think of an old movie, “baked in” makes me start thinking of ovens and recipes.

I’m always intrigued when I hear an interesting word that suddenly gets repeated endlessly. A couple of years ago it was “pivot.” Thankfully, I don’t hear it as much nowadays. I have to wonder why these words ebb out of circulation, too. Here’s hoping some of the above-mentioned overused terms will go the way of “pivot.”

What are some overused terms that get under your skin? Let me know!


Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Fasting

                             

Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. A lot of people have a long history with Lent, but at my Baptist church, it’s kind of a new idea. Only in the last ten years or so have our pastors led us to observe Lent in some way. There are three major spiritual components of Lent: Fasting, prayer, and giving.

Traditionally, people fast during Lent. When I was growing up, my Roman Catholic friends always gave up something they liked, such as chocolate, for the forty days of Lent. I believe many of their families had Lenten meals, that is, meals without meat. My family never did anything like that.

I gave up something for Lent a few times in the past couple of years. One year I gave up alcohol and coffee. That was a sacrifice, especially since it took me three days to quit having morning headaches due to the absence of caffeine. I gave up swearing one year. Sadly, that did not become a continuing habit for me.

The times I eschewed alcohol made me really ponder the purpose of Lenten fasting. Is the purpose spiritual? A matter of mindfulness? A daily/hourly reminder to seek the Lord in prayer? Or, as it felt, just mortification of the flesh?

Clearly, I’ve never been good at fasting. The idea of going hungry—the classic concept of fasting—is simply too abhorrent to me. (I never said I was all that spiritual, right?) There are other ways to fast besides giving up food or beverages. People can fast from other pleasures such as social media, or entertainment. Apparently, there is a movement for people to give up plastic for Lent. I read a book once where a character gave up pride for Lent. 

This year in Texas has been a lengthy exercise in fasting. Coming off a year of COVID quarantining (which continues ad infinitum), everyone has fasted from fellowship and restaurant dining. Let me not be flippant here; the COVID and the quarantining have been a terrible hardship for far too many people.

This week in Dallas, we’ve had severe winter weather, with the coldest temperatures in decades, snow, and worst of all, massive power outages. I have been spared (to date) from losing electricity, but friends and family and people I don’t even know are really suffering. I have been praying intensively for all of these.

Maybe this is God’s way of making all of us who believe in Him garner the effects of fasting. When we fast, we are to pray more frequently and fervently. We are to realize our humility, our utter dependence on God’s provision. We are to take more notice of the people around us who are in need and respond as best we can with giving. We are to amp up our gratitude for the blessings we have that often get overlooked. This has been the case for me, and I hope for you, too.

I’m eager for this imposed, frozen“fasting” period to end, but I’m hopeful, prayerful, that the after-effects of gratitude, humility, and concern for others will carry on in me long after the power goes back on.

 P.S. Our church has published a wonderful 40-day Lenten prayer journal/devotional. Click here for the link to the downloadable PDF. Let me know if you do!! 

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Picking up Pennies

 



Whenever I see a penny or other coin lying around, I pick it up. This seems like such a geezer thing to do. But in a way, it’s more of an iconoclastic reaction to the old (read: Depression era) people of my youth. I’m not sure whose voice is in my head when I hear, “Nobody picks up pennies anymore. In my day, you could buy a lot with a penny…” I’m also not quite sure why that voice and sentiment are so irritating to me.

A couple of years ago, I got irritated to the point that I decided to see just how many pennies I could pick up in a year. Who knew what an interesting adventure it would become! I just put the coins in an old spice bottle and total up the amount at the end of the year.

The most I ever got was $5.13 in 2017. That included the Day of My Great Haul. I was walking on the busy street by my house when I spotted some coins in the lane by the curb. Watching carefully for cars that were whizzing up over the hill when the traffic light turned green, I started picking them up. I went through several cycles of that traffic light to pick them all up! They totaled $2.72 in coins. I could only conclude that someone had thrown a bunch of coins out the window. And I had a good time dreaming up what scenarios would lead to coins being tossed.

YEAR

TOTAL AMOUNT

2017

$5.13

2018

$4.00

2019

$4.15

2020

$3.46

 

This hobby is not without some tricky bits. One day a few weeks ago, I was passing a parking lot on my noontime walk at White Rock Lake. Just as I passed a car with two people in it enjoying their lunch, I spotted a penny in the parking space next to them. I ambled over and picked it up. Normally, I drop the coin in my bra so I’ll be sure to remember to put it in the jar where I keep my found coins. However, with these two people watching me, and no doubt wondering what the heck I was doing, I decided it was probably better to put the coin in my pocket while they were eyeing me.

Picking up pennies is a delightful enterprise. Every time I find a coin, it makes me happy. Sometimes if feels like a sign from God, although I try not to be superstitious about it. Back in the summer, I was wrestling with a decision about whether to take a short trip with my family during the height of the COVID crisis. The morning of the day we would leave (or not) I was going to walk before dawn and found a bright shiny penny right by my car. A few minutes later, I saw a luna moth flying around. I had never seen a flying luna moth (only dead ones) and I’ve never seen any at White Rock Lake. Honestly: wouldn’t you take that as a sign from God to go ahead and take the family trip? As it turned out, that trip was the last time my family visited my sister before she was diagnosed with her terminal illness.

So, trite as it may seem, I’m going to go with the idea that these really are pennies from heaven.