Is style more important than substance?

If you were asked, "Is style more important than substance?" and then quoted "When people form opinions about someone or something, what affects them most is not substance but style. In other words, the way something appears or is presented is more important than what it actually is. This principle affects how people look at their leaders and their lives, the books they read, the products they buy, and even the subjects they take at school." .... how would you respond? here is my reply..

While the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover" is often quoted, most people in this era tend to live their lives on a more superficial level, others' makeup and clothes interesting them more than who a person is or what a cause really is about. This change through American history is evident by comparing and contrasting our nation's literature, politics, and how their time was spent.
In 1607 through 1776, the Pilgrims and Puritans read the Geneva Bible, a book they believed was the Word of the Almighty God, where they could find instructions for life, liberty, and the true pursuit of happiness. They played out each day in accordance to what they found in the Word; they made the Word of God the center of their universe. In 1776, one of the two most commonly read books was "Lex Rex", or "Law is King", by Samuel Rutherford, a Scottish pastor and author. This book preached on how no earthly ruler is over the laws of the land, preaching against the wiles of the monarchy that believed they were above all rule and law. These books were required deep understanding. Compare those writings to the "Best-sellers" of today, where it is all about the image, and how to portray yourself in a better light, or how to help yourself feel better about your image.
The politics of our nation's early presidential elections were differently portrayed also. Our first presidents won their job through the speeches they made, which were then printed out in newspapers and bulletins for weeks at a time, so the people of this country could take their words and study them, find the true meaning of the politicans, and compare the words to the previous lives of the campaigners to see if their promises could hold true. Today's electoral campaigns are run on looks, on which tie represents power and which tie signifies weakness; who would look better on a postage stamp. The speeches of the politicans contrast greatly with their previous statements in former years, and the promises they make are monumental and unconstitutional.
The time of our forefathers was spent revolving around their God, knowing that what is in the heart is more important than what the style of the day was. They also knew, however, that to get their point across, they must dress classically and with taste. Today's generation spends their time on movies, watching images, where what the stars wear matters greatly. This nation is a consumer nation, spending millions of dollars on items that will only last a year, while producing next to nothing.
Our culture is now in an economic crisis, while the nation of 1781, even after going through a revolutionary war, was beginning to truly prosper. From changing our focus from substance to style, we have suffered. So, while style may matter to impress a first glance, the substance of an issue will present prosperity.

be realistic. pray for a miracle.

thanks Johnny. I love my brother. Sitting here with him, discussing my future. He says I have too much on my plate, to narrow it down to 3 or 4 per 3 or 4 weeks. So here goes something.

March 09 (or rather, this last week):
- Finish God and Govt series
- Buy SAT prep online course

April 09:
finish:
- Chemistry
- SAT prep online course
- sign up for GED

May 09:
finish:
- SAT
- college Applications
*book list
*portfolio


sound any more reasonable?


so far, I have completed:
- Signing up for the SAT
- buying the notebook, working on college lists
- with 2 lessons left, SAT prep VOCAB

and with reality..the oddest urge to laugh and cry.


I am doomed. here is the schedule if I want to make all the requirements in time.

March 09-
must complete following items:
- series God and Govt, by Gary DeMar
- With Liberty and Justice for All, by Joseph C. Morecraft, III
- SAT prep VOCAB
- buy College Board SAT online course prep
- send in applications to at least 2 scholarships
- buy notebook, begin making college lists
-sign up to take SAT (ACT as well?)

April 09-
must complete the following:
- SAT online course prep
- Chemistry
- Paradise Lost, by John Milton
- paper on at least one book from Greenville Seminary.
- Portfolio of best pictures
- send in applications to at least 5 more scholarships or financial aid
- sign up to take GED

May 09-
must complete the following:
- SAT
- British Lit.
- papers on at least 3 more Greenville Seminary books
- American Govt book (extra)
- Portfolio
- running book list
- college applications
- resume
- a million other things


is it just me, or do I need to become supergirl combined with Betty Crocker with the style of a vintage 50's photographer? however, throughout this all , I praise God for His strength getting me through each day; a family that supports and understands; amazing friends who provide moral support, biblical support, stress relief known as laughter, and cookie dough ice cream. and my music and photography. I am immensely blessed and don't want to let anyone down. I don't want to let my God down, for He has blessed me with great talents and surroundings, and with such comes great responsibilities. Haven't felt so stressed out in a peaceful way in a while. this aught to be interesting. . . . . . I'd be tempted to laugh if it wasn't my life! :)

By His amazing grace that moves each moment.
me. <><

incomplete sentences completed

[*note: i put this up on my facebook, and thought id share it here as well.*]

He completes them.
Indescribable thoughts?
He creates the words,
then speaks it to the heart.
Sighs, tears, a blank stare--
He understands that language.

Nighttime has become my favorite time of every single day. At night I come in tears, beginning prayers that somehow end with me repeating a single event in my mind, again and again and again, the act of prayer forgotten as I concentrate on erasing the memory. Wrapped in a tight ball, I lie still, willing sleep to overcome my exhausted self. On other nights, the smile refuses to leave my face, I stare at the ceiling breathless, as I praise God for His infinite mercies and blessings. Then, as I recount and thank Him for each part of the day, instead of continuing my adoration, I become hung up on a particularly precious thought or person or look or event. In both situations, I fall asleep content to know God both heard and holds me in His Arms. He smiles when I find something in His creation and smile-- He comforts me with healing tears when my wall gets broken down.

No matter the weight of crushing pain or even that horrible numbness that comes with hurting, how comforting it is to know that my Heavenly Father NEVER gives me more than I can handle!

How is that possible,
when love disappears?
that love you thought
would last throughout the years.
When a loved one dies,
or irreversibly changed,
can that hole be filled,
or water douse the burning pain?
Tell me, in the instance
of material wealth destroyed
because of economic pitfalls
or some governmental ploy-
I cannot handle losing these things,
this love, or the trust,
that picture or ring.

"The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord" Job 1:21
I know these thoughts have taken possession of my mind before. Satan opens an opportunity, and I think, "I'll never love again," "God expects me trust after all this??!", "I didn't realize how much it meant to me until it was gone/broken/damaged beyond repair. What am I going to do NOW?". Its easy to become depressed with a mind full of these thoughts. And once you are on a roll, think of how many OTHER things you become distracted with: the economy, politics, political leaders, the Church's own depravity, how you cant seem but fall into sin every time you take a step. The list continues. How is it possible to have a victory-oriented mind with such happenings going on all around you? "For we walk by faith, not by sight"-- II Corinthians 5:7. Guess what!! The best news you are ever going to hear I am about to tell you-- God doesn't expect you, His chosen ones, to walk alone!!!!!!!! To hold up these daily struggles and trials and temptations for depression alone!! Never!! Ever!! We are NEVER alone!!! *cue "Hallelujah choir" now* Our Heavenly Father, The Almighty One, the King of Kings (AND President over ALL presidents btw) .. He is right beside us.. and when the going gets tough, He carries us. What an amazing blessing. Just think about that for a moment. Job, in the Bible- I just DARE you to tell me your life is worse than his was. Not only did he lose his beloved children and their spouses in one day, along with all his wealth and possessions and his own health, but to me the worst part was: his own wife turned against him! She hurt so badly to see him go through all this, that she gave up on God, and told Job to curse God so that he would die and the pain would go away. and then his friends come and instead of cheering him up, they try to pull some secret out of his life because everyone knows that if you've been cursed THIS much ,there "ain't" no way you could have just been honoring God like everyone thinks. you MUST have been doing something in secret. and yet, though Job began to become depressed, he never cursed God. when he began to complain, God came and reminded him who was who. (God must have been listening then! ) And then, when God finished testing him, He blessed him DOUBLE of what he had lost! Now theres a story to rid one of any possible self-possessed depression.

I love the "Footprints in the Sand" poem. [If you dont know what im talking about..google it. Its worth reading. twice. :) ] My favorite line is "..is when I carried you" . When I am the most vulnerable, God is holding me. Nothing will touch me. When I was younger (as in, 8 through 14 or 15) I would sometimes have those awake-nightmares. Do you know what Im talking about? those dreams where you aren't really asleep, you are just so close to it. Well, the things that frequented my "dream-mares" the most were: terrorists coming through my window (it was ranch-style house), mountain lions or leopards hiding in my room, etc. (yes i was a strange child.. ANYways.....) Those "dream-mares" finally stopped coming when I read that poem and realized God wasn't only there when we were praying, nor was He just watching over my day-- God was walking my day with me! Step by step, heart beat by heart beat. Now no matter what the day has been like, good or bad (or ugly), I come home and lying on my bed as I fall asleep, I know that the great I Am .. is holding me , rocking me to sleep with His love.

have you fallen asleep in God's Arms lately?

"Oh and dreamers
keep on dreaming
and an artist is just
a dreamers dream fulfilled
Oh Lord give me
the courage to keep on dreaming
and the strength to be
an artist of Your work"

Face Up



At the age of three
curiosity defined me.
Hither and thither
and yon--
I danced and tripped
chattering cheerily
to a merry tune in my head.

By the time I was four,
I had revealed nothing more.
Each new progress
the same as before.
Singing content,
I followed each pathway
and explored hidden closets,
searching for
my own Narnia adventure.

2 months before five,
I began to thrive
in a new land
called kindergarten.
Sacred memories
of stacking toys,
nap times and candy treats,
of patterns hidden
just for me to see.

Ages six, seven, and eight,
these times hold their own weight.
Imagination soared
as I learned the words
to express the things I already knew.
South Africa twice we went,
and climbed rocks to touch the sky.
"laatlammetjie" became my name,
fitting for the youngest by far.
" sprinkaan", or grasshopper,
another name, exuberant joy
unable to hold still.

At age nine,
I learned sadness
for the first time.
Knox, my beloved pet, died,
and I felt alone.
Friends understood,
grieved for me,
a brief aching cloud
followed for many years,
but God stayed close,
wiping my tears.

Age ten,
I began again.
Imagination filled,
my Narnia was found
in every closet,
space,
daydreaming all around.

By eleven,
I had grown
but was still short.
Clumsy, quick,
had a fast retort.

Ages twelve and thirteen,
created a new change in me.
We moved again,
just a short trip away.
New trees and secret hideouts.
new ideas were made.

Age fourteen I was convinced
I had met my future prince.
Ages fifteen and sixteen
followed the trials
of a silly girl playing,
while time covered miles.

Age seventeen as it seemed
I was started awake from
a childish dream,
of past creations
of what prince charming should be
formed in the mind
of a little girl.
Not without hope
I erased those thoughts
and began again
with Gods Word at heart.

Now just eighteen,
I've given up drawings
of tall, dark, and handsome
riding up on a white horse,
the armor clashing.
T'would be rather loud,
I admit with a grin,
for that armor would echo
in this valley I call home.
I surrender my future
for God to take care of,
His entrances always better
mine times 100 by ten.
My mind does not need
such space taken up
with clashing suits
and guesses of whom
my Father has planned
before my time began.
For my goal now has changed
into becoming a
Proverbs 31 woman.
And when I do,
I will wait for a
Proverbs 31 man.

..and a Happy New Year

"For I Know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11

Welcome to the new year 2009! May it be blessed in your life, as you live to glorify and honor our Savior and King!

love, Mercy M

thanksgiving, cinnamon sticks, and family

Im not a blog writer. To be truthful, i am not much of a writer at all. I tend to the more visual side of life. I use my eyes continually: photography, reading, making those quirky faces to create laughter out of anyone i can.. I am not yet good at putting my thoughts down on paper/computer screen. Why? My mother is an English Major, and an EXCELLENT writer. My sister and two brothers are both English Majors, and one brother is even and English teacher on the way to getting his doctorate. My father, though a History Major, writes sermons every week. So how did i miss the writing genes?? I have several theories.
case #1. an issue of wrong dressing room, wrong pair of jeans...... oops, wrong spelling. so much for that theory.

case #2. someone in the family needed to be at least mostly-good at math..

case # 3. aliens.

case # 4. im not really sure, but im pretty positive that whoever stole my future brilliant career as a novelist also took my brilliant ability to speak with a German accent.. and any gracefulness i might have had.


so that was NOT going to be a part of my post, but, hey, as stated, my mind rambles..

ANYWAYS, this thanksgiving was unlike any i've ever experienced previously. I was not home with my wonderful (immediate) family. instead, i was with my mom's side of the family.. but to begin at the beginning:

my precious father had knee replacement surgery last Monday. and instead of keeping me at the hospital, Mom said it would be easier for both Dad and I (dad because he would just be asleep and me because i hate seeing him in pain, and i really cant handle needles very well. and there were tons of needles) if i went to be with my cousin for her birthday (the day before Thanksgiving).
so, on the excuse of being "helpful", on Tuesday morning i rode up to Abingdon with my awesome Aunt Judy and Uncle Wayne to surprise my cousin for her birthday. hoorah she was surprised! :D Since it was her birthday, i stayed with her the entire week :] it was so much fun..one of those incredible experiences that is irreplacable and basically indescribable.

thanksgiving was a joy, went to her moms family's thanksgiving, then to my grandparents house for thanksgiving. some of my cousins and their family and my aunt and uncle and my other 2 uncles and their wives and families, of course my grandparents, and even their pastor and his family. tons of little kids running around, and for once, i had someone my age (basically) there to talk to.. actually, more than one.. about 4 or 5!! that never happens for me on thanksgiving (though i didnt realize how much i wished for it to happen until i was there.. though i wouldnt change our normal thanksgivings for the world, either! it was just fun different). then staying up late with Ana once back to the Abingdon house, watching the stars and discussing the amazing blessings God had given us this past year. having long prayers together.
Friday, picking out a Christmas tree, while i played photographer. i even got to use some of those pics later on for their Christmas cards! :D eating a delicious pizza lunch at Bellas, then shopping and talking and just enjoying everyones company.. that night we did a script reading with a bunch of their friends, and then ana, kris, and i stayed up playing candy land and watching a movie.. ana and i fell asleep on one couch, kris on another..
waking up saturday to find out i could stay til tuesday! decorating, celebrating Julie's birthday, baking.
Sunday praising the Lord for His Awesomeness. Resting, rejoicing, celebrating God.
Monday i got a job taking advertising photos for a wood company! got to hang with Jewels and then go to lunch with Unc and her. Going to the library, working on a project, listening to Ana sing with her choir that night (in below 32 degrees weather), going home and packing.
Coming home this morning with Uncle, singing and laughing and talking and being his secretary.. taking some car photography, joking..

so basically, in incomplete, messy sentences, is how i spent my thanksgiving week. on to cinnamon sticks

when you think of cinnamon sticks, does it ever occur to you that they might be hard to crush? i read a recipe recently, for a warm winter drink that i really wanted to try out. first few lines : "crush a cinnamon stick. put a cup of milk in a saucepan, add crushed cinnamon stick, and heat until begins to boil." etc. so, first things first, right? i take out a cinnamon stick...... for the next 20 minutes, i try 100s of different ways of crushing the drat thing. finally, i give up, chop it up, and dump it in the still-cold milk in the saucepan.. drat cinnamon, it will just have to work.. p.s. the drink ended up pretty good actually :]

family is incredible. thats all i have to say about them. that and irreplaceable. and amazing. and worth every little annoyance or quirk or oddity that always comes with them. :]

alright, goodnight sweet dreams! blessings

because He lives and reigns