Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Rant on Modesty


There have been so many articles, blog posts, facebook posts, and comments about the topic of modesty.  Very passionate people spewing out their own opinions, some based on the Word, some based purely on opinion, and some based on Feminist ideals. I’m going to join the ranks, as I find myself also a very passionate person with strong opinions. :)

Here it is:
The modesty/lust issue is a big deal and women and men need to realize it.

I don't think you can continually tell women to cover up the next thing that becomes attractive to men. Because, men will always find something else to lust after. For example, during the Regency era ankles became attractive, and were covered up, while the necklines of dresses were still relatively low.  
It becomes a never-ending cycle where women end up covered from head to foot.  But, this does not fix the problem.  Women in cultures where clothing has head to foot coverage, such as the burka, have some of the highest rape rates. Why? Because the problem is not modesty, the problem is rooted in the heart of (hu)man(s). Sin. So, yes, It is the man's job to make sure his heart is right.  And, yes, it is the job of the woman to also see that her heart is right.          

Women still hold some responsibility. We as women need to be aware that our immodesty does affect men, whether it be the god-fearing man who looks away, the collage age boy who openly gawks, or the creepy 70 year old man. 
Maybe, instead of worrying about out brothers in Christ (which we should) we should think about the creepy 70 year old man.  Do we really want an image of our bodies going through his mind? We need to think about those who aren't even struggling with our immodesty. They aren't struggling because they are thoroughly enjoying every bit of your body that you give them! 

And, as Christian women, shouldn’t we love everyone so much so that we desire their soul for God? We should care just as much, or more, about our modesty around unbelievers.  As my wise brother once asked me “do you really want to be the cause of sin that sends a man to hell?” It’s kind of a harsh question, but it does make a point. The unbeliever, more than the Christian man who is correcting himself, will be lead to sin.

We talk about marginalizing women, infringing on our rights, or giving us bad body image and low self esteem.  But, I think it's worse to realize we are allowing ourselves to be sexual objects in the minds of men who don't care about modesty.  Our bodies have worth. That's the point.  We are protecting ourselves, liberating ourselves from being objects -tools- for men. There is far more power for women in modesty then there is in flaunting our 'freedom'. 

Where is the line? That's where it gets tricky.

I don't think there can be an exact list of what is or what isn’t modest. I don't think there should be. Modesty varies from country to country and culture to culture. But, I think some good things to think about when selecting an article of clothing is:

1. What does society think about this piece of clothing? i.e. Most fashion experts gag that leggings are worn as pants. Even they know that it is not acceptable.
or, in India, their most traditional piece of clothing, the Sari, reveals the belly, but covers the legs.  This is considered modest in India, immodest in other cultures.  
2. How is this piece of clothing advertised? i.e. Is the garment advertised on women with seductive body positions, facial expressions etc. 
3.  What is the purpose of the garment? i.e. running tights are for running. If you chose to wear them, wear them for running. 
4. What is your motivation for wearing it?
5. What does your husband/father say?  Really, you cannot go wrong with respecting their opinion, and submitting to it.  It is Biblical and right. 


...There you have it. :) I hope you enjoyed my opinion. 

In Christ
~Michelle

Monday, January 19, 2015

Friends and Family

Two Saturdays ago, I had my high school crew over.  
The table all set for the girls.

Haley, Joy, Emily, and Katy. Katie W.  didn't make the picture, but little Ellis did.

We had a good evening catching up, watching Ellis, and just hanging out.



This past Saturday, the Wyss cousins went skiing.:) It wasn't the best turn out we could have had, but we had fun.
The group. 

We met 5 other skiers on their way to Chestnut too at McDonalds, so we got the group rate. 

After skiing half the day, I decided to challenge myself and learn to snowboard with Lena. 
We spent a lot of time on our rears. 


beautiful views!

It was a great day for skiing and I think everyone had a great time. There were no broken bones. :)  I'm extremely sore though. 

Other than that, I've been busy working and wrecking cars. ;)

In Christ
~Michelle

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Huge sigh

Well, the car saga continues.

Last Wednesday, Nathan and I finally got our car back with the side all fixed and lovely.
But. 
The brakes went clear to the floor all the way home.  So, I made an appointment for my car and we took it in Thursday evening.  They replaced all four brakes and did some other mechanic-y things and sent us on our merry way. 

The lovely snowplow-ers of Goodfield plowed in our driveway so I've found my self stuck a few times already.  
But look at how pretty, and shiny, and fixed the car looks!

Then came Monday. Oh, fateful day. Oh, day of calamity.  It began by one of the aforementioned snowplow drivers having to push me out of my driveway. It was filled with DCFS taking one of my clients children, her going into the psych ward, housing assistance being denied for one of my clients, and a marathon apartment search for another.

Monday was made complete with the following:


yah. A car ran a red light. I distinctly remember slamming on the breaks and saying "not again not again" over and over before the impact. 

With in minutes fire trucks and police cars swarmed the area checking me and my client (yes I had a client in the car).  They took my blood pressure, 130/90, and my statement and then I sat in my car for a half an hour waiting for the police to complete the report.

It seems crazy that I would laugh. But, I did. It seems crazy that I would be thankful for this. But, I am. Because, in that 30 minutes that I sat in my car, I learned the reason for both accidents.
Accident #1 to teach me that I can live through an accident.
Accident #2 so that I would have a moment, brought on by a sudden shock, that I could talk to my atheist client about hope, about God, about faith, about healing, and about peace.   He couldn't understand why I wasn't afraid or why I wasn't angry.  And, he asked me point blank, how I know God is real. So we talked. I don't remember many of the details, but before I knew, I was driving away a half hour later, crying with joy that the accident made a tiny crack in my client's shell and that God used me to plant a tiny seed. 

It still makes me sad to see my pretty car looking so beaten up. :( But, I think everyone at work thinks I'm nuts because I can't talk about the accident without a dopey grin on my face. 

It's also slightly embarrassing to recognize your insurance adjuster when he comes to look at your car for the second time in a month. 

In Christ
~Michelle

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Goodbyes

Goodbyes are hard to say.
I recently said goodbye to my favorite client. (I know, I know, I shouldn't have favorites). 
He was the client who coined my nickname "Amish". He was the client who asked questions about faith.  And, as with each client who leaves, I spent most of my time at work with him in his last month.  In that month I saw miracles happen. 

He was a month away from discharge (aka emancipation/21/leaving the program) and he didn't have a place to live, he didn't have a job, he didn't have any money, and he hadn't graduated from high school.
These are the things we try to work with them on to get in place long before their discharge, but with him it just never came together.

So I pushed and prodded him and prayed for him. And, within the last 30 days he successfully passed the GED, his aunt is letting him live with her until he can move into an apartment, he was approved for $2000 to go towards an apartment, and he got a full time job!

He's the client I've talked about before. We've had so many good discussions about Christ. He's had so many questions and he knows that he needs to repent. So when we met on his last day I decided to give him a Bible. I didn't know  how he would react or what he would say.  I told him I had a gift for him because he asked so many questions. I told he he could now look for himself.   

I'll never forget his reaction when he opened the Bible. He stared at it. And then he asked "is this mine?" I said yes. And he grinned like a child would "I have my own Bible. Thank you."  I nearly cried.   Later, when staff  asked where he got the Bible from, he told them that his best friend gave it to him.    

I think the hardest part is knowing I may never see him again. I may never know if he turns to Christ or not.  Yet, I have faith someday he will. I just wish I could be there to see it.

In Christ
~Michelle

Sunday, January 4, 2015

The last few Christmases

I counted it up and we went to a total of seven Christmases.  The small Wyss, our own,  the Braker,  the Martin, the Romersberger, the big Wyss, and the Schlipf. We even skipped out on one or two extended family Christmases.

I don't remember last year being quite so hectic but I'm sure it was.  

To catch up:

We had the Martin (Nathan's mom's family) Christmas on the 27th.




Notice the large and strangely shaped grab gifts in the middle?
 The Martin's enjoy disguising their gifts. 

And, that was in one of the strange packages.:)

On the 28th we hit up two different gatherings.  We started out the evening at the Romersberger Christmas and then ended it hanging out with the old U of I crew. 

The big Wyss was on the 29th.   The big day followed the agenda of most every year. Brunch, games, presents, games, sleeping, supper, and more games. 

Finally they took an adult's picture. :)
They didn't do much better than us kids normally do.

Emmy enjoying Kandace and Carli's gift.

a typical scene

headbands

rook, I believe

Loren and Boden sharing a nap. 


We also played a game of then and now pictures. 
Now
Then

 Now
Then

 Now
Then


Now
Then

Honorable mention:
sadly, the 'now' picture of this was too blurry. 

On January 1st, we had the Schipf Christmas.  It's much more low key and by this time it was refreshing. :) Only the young girls got gifts and we just played games and ate. 

The Christmas season is officially over. I love it, but it is very exhausting. 

In Christ
~Michelle