trish hermanson

Am I Two-Faced?

10/19/2018

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I was seated in a modern living room, but the conversation transported me back to the the world of “To Kill a Mockingbird” in the 1930s. In that book, a Southern ladies’ missionary circle sips tea and chats about how to raise funds to support a missionary working with an uncivilized tribe in Africa, while they complain about having to pay their “darkie” maids.
     As in that scene, I was gathered with decent people who genuinely care about the world. One woman urged us to “pray for the Guatemala missions team,” reminding us that these volunteers traveled there using their own money to build a house for a homeless family. The conversation drifted, and someone mentioned immigration. Another shot back, “It’s illegal, and that’s all there is to it.”
     What? I thought. It’s not all illegal, and there’s much more to it. Although some view immigrants as criminals who steal jobs, studies reveal that in general, immigrants are more law-abiding than native-born Americans, and they fuel our economy, rather than sapping it.
     But I was too shocked and tongue tied to say anything. We all bowed our heads to pray, yet I couldn’t quiet my swirling mind. Why do we feel great about being charitable toward needy people at a distance, but turn our backs when they grow desperate and flee here? Are we as two-faced as those 1930s ladies? And here’s the scary question: what hypocrisy am I blind to?
     Solutions to our immigration crisis are complicated, but one thing is clear: Whenever I care for “the least” in this world - the hungry, the thirsty, strangers, those needing clothes, the sick, even those in prison, Jesus said I did it for him.
  Am I willing to put aside my prejudices and do good for Jesus?

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Am I a Glorious Beggar?

10/12/2018

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Why did this blue heron trade his royal standing in the bird kingdom for panhandling? Locals on the Gulf Coast island where he lives warned me about Harry, as they call him. And the moment I drew open the curtains in the second-floor room I rented, I was a sucker to his charms. From the branches of a tree, he swooped over onto my balcony and cocked his head as if to ask, “Breakfast?”
     I dutifully headed to the dock while Harry strolled alongside me at a comfortable distance. I grabbed a net, scooped a bait fish out of a submerged cage, and flopped it onto the deck. Harry speared it with his beak, tossed it in the air, and swallowed it whole. Then he stepped into a nearby birdbath and cleaned his beak in three-inch-deep water.
     Cute, yes, but what happened to the creature Harry’s designed to be? With his six-foot wing span, he could soar above rippling waters, spot a fish below, and dive headfirst to spear it. But even though the ocean is just wing-flaps away, Harry gave up his majesty for the convenience of begging from a dock and cleaning up in a birdbath.
  Which makes me wonder whether I sometimes trade an ocean of adventure for the comfort of a couch. Have I become a glorious beggar? Am I willing to let my destiny take wing?

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How I Survived a Woman's Worst Disaster

10/5/2018

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The worst disaster in womanhood befell me. My purse wore out and I couldn’t find a replacement. That’s the-end-of-life-as-we-know-it for women, because we depend on a well-organized handbag as the repository for all we need to make it through the day.
     For years, I’ve relied on fanny packs, one after another, slung over my shoulder to hold everything I needed to survive. But when I visited my usual vendor to replace my bag, the clerk informed me: “We don’t carry those anymore.” At another store I found only one model, but it was the size of a cooler. I drove home and consulted with my style-savvy daughter. “Fanny packs? The world has moved on,” she said.
     Nobody warned me.
  My life with handbags has always been checkered. As a young tomboy, I couldn’t imagine why I’d want such a frilly box. Finally when I was 10, my mother decided it was “time” and forced me to carry a pink atrocity to school. All the way there, I swung it around my head. The thing didn’t survive.
Somewhere along the way, I fell in step with the rest of girlhood and selected my own tote. But never one of those little clutch bags like the Queen of England rests on her arm; that’s not me. I owned a cavernous basket-weave when I was single. When my date arrived to pick me up, it wouldn’t fit in the front seat of his VW Beetle. That relationship didn’t last. Through the years, whatever bag I carried, it carried my purse-onality, as comedian Anita Renfroe says.
     With my recent purse crisis, my style-savvy daughter knew of a brand that fits my quirks, so I snagged one the next day. I organized everything into all the little pockets and exhaled that my life could go on.
  You see, I can’t organize or control the world around me, but now at least I can find my lipgloss.

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How to Protect of Kids from Predators

9/28/2018

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Cosby, Kavanaugh, and Catholic clergy grab the headlines - some convicted, some accused - and I wonder how, in this sex-soaked culture, we can protect our most vulnerable - the kids. The statistics turn my stomach: one in four girls in America is sexually abused before the age of eighteen; among guys it’s one in six. At a seminar on child abuse I attended as a volunteer for an organization, I watched a video interview with a teen perpetrator who spoke blandly of fondling more than 500 children. I could have thrown up.
Who are these abusers? Ninety percent are known to the victims and their families. Only 10 percent are strangers. That means people we know and trust the most - relatives, friends, teachers, coaches - are those to watch most closely that they don’t cross boundaries “accidentally” or surreptitiously.
     But parents aren’t helpless to protect their children, says Margaret M. Ochoa from the Colorado School Safety Resource Center. At the seminar I attended, she said a valuable weapon parents hold is to teach kids correct anatomical terms for their private parts. Instruct them that it’s not okay for people to touch private parts or to display them, she said.
     Armed with this understanding, a child signals to a sex offender that he or she has a close relationship with parents and won’t be groomed easily into a relationship. The predator will realize the child could testify against him using anatomical terms, instead of slang that could be confusing as court testimony, says Ochoa, who is an attorney.
     What are private parts? “Tell them that anything under your swim suit is private parts,” she says.
     For those of us who grew up not using anatomically-correct words, this may make our faces burn, but if it keeps our kids safer, it’s worth it.
     Further information about sexual safety training is available here.

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Would Jesus Jump on My Political Bandwagon?

9/22/2018

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My parents warned me, “Never discuss sex, politics, or religion because they’re explosive.” Alert: I’m talking about two of them here.
     I’m a Christian, I’m thankful to be an American, and like you, I’m concerned about the spiraling down of our culture. That’s why some Christians yearn to make America great again. But would Jesus jump on this bandwagon? Building up a country wasn’t his priority because he declared his realm isn’t in this world. When his supporters sought to make Israel great again by crowning him king, Jesus shunned their efforts. And when offered all the kingdoms of the world, he turned them down.
“Evangelicals claim to follow a Savior who relinquished worldly power,” historian and evangelical John Fea says. “Yet they continue to place their hope in political candidates as a means of advancing an agenda that confuses the kingdom of God with the United States of America.” I’ve done that, too.
In contrast, Jesus’ early followers understood that our primary citizenship is God’s kingdom, while nationality is our secondary citizenship. They perceived that we are aliens and strangers here, and that our hearts should long for God’s heavenly country.
But you say America is an exception because we’re a Christian nation? Evangelical theologian Michael Horton disagrees. “The only Christian nation in the world today is the one gathered ‘from every tribe and language and people and nation’ (Rev. 5:9) to be addressed by its king.” Horton points out that Jesus commissioned his followers “…to proclaim the gospel, not political opinions; to baptize people in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, not in the name of America or a political party; and to teach everything that he delivered, not our own personal and political priorities.”
     Then how should we Christians function as American citizens? I look to Billy Graham here. He learned that aligning himself politically was negative in representing the gospel. Therefore, he warned the religious right not to seek political power. “I came close to identifying the American way of life with the kingdom of God,” he said. “Then I realized that God had called me to a higher kingdom than America.” Graham declared he would no longer be “closely identified with any particular party or person. We have to stand in the middle in order to preach to all people, right and left.”
     For me, this means gratefully exercising my privilege to vote for those I believe will do the best job, while not granting unquestioning loyalty to any politician, party, or platform. Then I’m free to embrace what is right and to call out what is wrong.
Scripture exhorts me to display the fruit of God’s Spirit - love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control - a stark contrast to arrogance I may be tempted to exhibit in my zeal. Therefore, I shouldn’t excuse or applaud lying, bullying, name calling, and mockery from either side of the political spectrum, even when it’s used to advance a goal I support. I am to walk humbly, reflecting God’s heart by seeking justice and mercy for society and wholeness for individuals.
So would Jesus jump on my political bandwagon? I don’t think so. I am to jump on his - a quiet revolution in hearts that leads to a contagious reform in culture.
Interestingly, when we Christians seek first God’s kingdom, we’ll be good Americans, too, by fulfilling our nation’s motto: “In God We Trust.”
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