Wednesday, August 27, 2008

What do you call your grandparents?

Click on the photo to read the license plate.

I grew up with some pretty simple names for my grandparents, how about you? I had a "Grandma" and "Grandpa," and I had a "Papa," and a "Nanny." Maybe those last ones are sort of funny sounding, but when you hear adults refer to a grandparent as "Mee-maw" or "Po-Po," this is comical to me. I'm sorry.

I took this pic with my phone yesterday because I have seen this woman around town a number of times. Oddly enough, I have never actually seen her with any children. But apparently her name is "Nana. Or "Bad Nana" to be precise.

My daughter has a "Nana," which is my wife's mother. Alison's dad wants to be "Grandfather," or "Grandpa" (quick with the -pa), but the way Ava says it, it comes out Gay-Gay. He is an English professor and wants his name to sound distinguished. My dad and step-mom are "Pops" and "Gi-Gi," and my mom and step-dad and "Grammy(maybe changing to Dixie)" and "Papa."

All this to say, I have a difficult time keeping up with all the names.

I had a friend in high school that called her grandmother "Bat."

My father-in-law has a colleague whose grandchildren call him "Bob." His name is really Andy.

I have an uncle whose grandchildren call him "Kahuna," as in the Big Kahuna.

My mom worked with a woman whose children had a "Skinny Granny" and a "Fat Granny." (I would love to see "Fat Granny" on a license plate.)

Is it a more endearing notion to have cutesy name for a grandparent?

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Are You?

"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." -Galatians 2:20

The verse and theme for our Beach Retreat trip this summer is printed here on this T-shirt. We spent three glorious days on a Florida beach last month, and we spent time going though this and asking the question, "Are you...?"

This verse has been with me for a few months now. A couple of friends and I spent a day at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky back in May. This verse was spoken aloud several times that day, and I began to let it wash over me and it began to seep in. That afternoon, while observing the hours with the monks, the scripture reader read out this verse, the verse we had been marinating in all day. Isn't it amazing when the Father does things like this. I never seem to expect it, even though it happens this way all the time.

So, I have committed this verse to memory, saying it out and asking myself the question, "are you...crucified with Christ? Is is He who lives in you? Is the life you live in the body lived by faith in the Son. who loves you and gave himself for you?"

This concept of Christ in me is a difficult one. I have always approached life as Christ with me. But that day, riding in the car, my friend JD began to talk about how it changes everything to live with Christ inside you. So much more seems possible this way. It seems to strengthen a person from within.

So, Are You?