Archives for September 2006

More Moms for Modesty

There was an interesting article in the Washington Post recently regarding the way that kids are choosing and being allowed to dress. You can read it here. But first, stop by the Family Research Council — scroll down to “Sleazy-Chic Culture Goes to School”. Notice that second listing under “Additional Resources”, the Moms for Modesty: Let Your Voice Be Heard link? If you haven’t already signed it, head over to her site (here)

I was so saddened and struck by some of the comments in the Washington Post article. For example:

“Her mother, Yakini Ajanaku, does not mind her daughter’s T-shirts because she said Ashli wears them to be ironic. “I know she’s a sweet girl, and I know that she’s very conservative and is not sexually active,” Ajanaku said. “Other people would probably get the wrong message, but I am pretty much like, ‘Who cares what they think?’ “

Huh?? (I guess my Daniel study is becoming ingrained (thankfully) in my mind. I notice our “Babylon” everywhere and this is but one example.)

For a mother to make that comment about her child is like throwing her in the Lions Den unprepared… Why would a mother be okay with someone getting the wrong message — in this case a sexual one — about her child? We SHOULD care about the messages we send others.

We live in a fallen world. People will be amused by “ironic” statements like these kids are wearing around. They will think they are clever and cool to come across as so liberated and free-spirited. We’ll assume for a moment that this mother isn’t a believer. BUT, unfortunately, in the world we live in, with our lives as Christians being muddied by this worlds dirt, it is harder to determine.

As Christians we should be different. We are set apart. We NEED to care what others think. NOT about how big our home is, or our car. But whether or not we are reflecting the Lord.

Do these clothes glorify the Lord?

Would He be pleased to see us in them?

Even if we DON’T care what others think, we should care what God thinks.

We are holy vessels in the House of the Lord (2 Timothy 2:20-21) Do we treat ourselves or allow our children to NOT treat themselves as if we/they are sacred?

Another thought I had while reading this stemmed from this quote and statistic:

“The T-shirts highlight a paradox about this generation: Even as more teenagers absorb ubiquitous sexual messages, federal data show that they report having less sex than their predecessors.

Although a recent National Center for Health Statistics survey found that more than half of all teenagers engage in oral sex, teen pregnancy rates have plummeted since the early 1990s. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the percentage of high school students who reported having sexual intercourse dropped from 54 percent in 1991 to 47 percent in 2005.”

I’m only half surprised… Yes, they are having “less sex” — but sex has been de-valued. It is jaded. They see it everywhere… It’s not anything special. (also, I believe that their definition of sex has changed.) I think that more and more we are losing our ability to be intimate with others in ANY capacity (not just sexual).

We are a disconnected society. Instead of hanging out with the people we are with, we hang out in groups chatting to otherpeople on our cell phones. We text message and IM people that we don’t know – who we are anonymous with, which allows us to come across in ways that we wouldn’t dare in real life.

All of this seems discouraging. But have courage. We were placed in this Babylon for a reason. We need to encourage other believers to keep their eyes on heaven. And to keep our noses clean.

Paraphrasing Beth Moore (from session six of Daniel): If we keep our noses clean in this Babylon, we have the capacity for a HUGE influence on others. We can even influence the influential. We don’t know who we are sitting by, riding with in a carpool, raising in our homes.

We are to bear much fruit.

So, consider what you are wearing or allowing your child to wear. It may seem like a small thing. But, it matters.



Please be aware that today is the first day of Ramadan. has this site set up with daily prayers for each of the days during the 30 days of Ramadan. It also includes:

  • pictures so that you can see the faces of those peoples in the regions that need our prayers.
  • information on Islam
  • stories of former Muslims who chose Jesus
  • You can even listen to audio clips

Prayerfully consider joining in on this important 30 day prayer vigil.



Does anyone need any water?

We’ve got us some rain today! Hard rain. We’ve had some breaks from it, but mostly rain.
And today was the opening of hunting season. Indeed, it was.

So my studly Hunter was out early (and by early, I mean EARLY)

In the rain.
Waiting for deer.
And just got home – 12 hours later.

Without a deer.

The reason could be that his hunting buddy (who works the 2 am – 10 am shift at his job) rested his head back to listen to the sounds of the woods and ended up f-a-s-t asleep. VERY soundly. And no deer were about to wander into their neck of the woods with that kind of ruckus going on.

I’m holding out hope though. I’ll have some tasty marinated venison soon enough.



It’s the Everyday things

One look outside and I am contented. I love fall. I love the smells, the temperature, the tastes, the colors, the festivals and festivities, the clothes. No other season makes me as nostalgic and yet contented to be right where I am.

This is our first fall in Tennessee, so I am awaiting the differences from our Wisconsin and Maryland autumns. But I dare say that even if it’s not as cool as I’m used to I’ll still be pulling out those sweaters – even if it’s just to wrap them around my waist.


well, what do you know…

Everyday Mommy linked to this fun site of quizzes and when I typed in my full name (I took out my last name for posting) for the question: “How will you be defined in the dictionary?” this is how I was answered:

Karla — [adjective]:Extremely extreme!

Is that even possible? I can just hear people now:

“Boy, that Karla… well she’s just one extremely extreme woman.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t surprise me that Karla went to the store without doing her makeup, wearing white sneakers after Labor Day (in the SOUTH!), ’cause she’s an extremely extreme person.”

… actually, forget that last line — that wouldn’t be considered extreme — that would be insane.

Not just extreme, but EXTREMELY extreme (with an exclamation mark, no less)

Karla, the “Extremely Extreme”