A Change is as Good as a Holiday

I return home to recuperate from my vacation in Edmonton. I had a jam-packed time visiting with friends and spent a wonderful afternoon and evening discussing theology with one of my elders. It is wonderful when someone hands you a key that unlocks all sorts of doors that were previously closed to you. And the real thrill comes from knowing that you are able to figure a lot of this stuff out without the use of commentaries or other specialized Bible tools! I'm exhausted from my trip, but eager to get back in my household routine of being Queen of the Mudroom and all the other parts of my domestic kingdom.

This next month will be devoted to painting a few rooms in the house, preparing for Queen Willy's visit, and getting ready for homeschooling in the fall.

Wonderful History Link

"For more than 350 years most of the original manuscript “Minutes” of the Westminster Assembly have remained unpublished. These official Minutes record the debates of the English, Scottish and French theologians at plenary sessions of the Assembly as well as the Assembly’s inner workings and resolutions. The large three volume manuscript of the Minutes is housed in Dr. Williams’s Library, London. These volumes contain 550,000 words and span the years 1643 to 1652. Much of the third volume was published in the late nineteenth century from an imperfect transcript.

This project intends to publish all three volumes of the Minutes from the original manuscript in Dr Williams’s Library and the recently discovered papers of the Assembly.

The publication of The Minutes and Papers of the Westminster Assembly will more than triple the available sources on the Assembly and will fill a major gap in our understanding of the Assembly and its documents."

The Beauty of Libraries

I meant to blog about this the other day, but forgot in the daily rush of things until I read Carmon's blog today.

I got an unusual treat the other day -- some time at the library, free of babies. I love my babies, but having them with me makes it difficult to browse as they are such busy little people who hate being confined to strollers and who are a menace to the books if turned loose.

Being in the library literally causes me to have an endorphin rush. I love books. I could happily live in a library and spend most of my days reading and discovering. The other day I stumbled across a section that contained books on household hints for home management, how to budget properly, cleaning tips and related items. Several of the books there were reprints of old books published back in the 1800's. Looking at these books brought a nostalgic feeling as I remembered reading such things with delight back when I was a young mother and had only one or two babies under foot.

I always take out more books than I can possibly read in a month. This time I came home with one of the few remaining Georgette Heyer novels still in the library. I also got the first Poldark novel, one of Miss Read's books, a book on the HHV6 virus by Nicholas Regush, and one of the home management books. I still have a P.G. Wodehouse book to finish. In addition to all of the above (which I read simultaneously -- I have a book in every room for the few free moments I may get to read it) I have several books on herbs and natural healing that I am reading. Oh, and don't forget my books for the Lord's Day -- one on the martyrs of Bloody Mary's reign, and William Goudge's book, "Domestical Duties."

Does this qualify me as a bona fide bibliophile?

My pet peeve about libraries -- they always sell off the old classics to make way for junky, shallow, trivial new stuff. I can't find a single Elizabeth Goudge novel there any more. And Georgette Heyer has been reduced to only one or two books. Don't even bother looking for anything by Rafael Sabatini. Now THERE is an author who is worthy of reprinting!

Thoughts on the Incarnation

Mary, the mother of our Lord-- a young girl who had the derision and infamy of an unmarried pregnancy cast in her face and the face of her son, all of her life. Here was a girl who probably knew what some of the implications for her position would be, and yet who still said, "Yes, Lord."

Did she wonder what it meant when she was told that a sword would enter her heart? When was it that it happened? Was it when she saw her beloved son hanging on the tree dying? I doubt it.

I think the sword entered her heart when she realized that it was her sins that put him there.

Family Reunion

Yesterday was a bittersweet reunion with all my kids together for the first time in about 19 months. My eldest daughter, Patricia, came down from Grande Prairie for a visit and to see the baby sister she has never met. It was interesting to me to see how strong the bonds of blood can be as Patricia delighted in being surrounded by all her little brothers and sisters again and tried to make overtures to Elodie in the hopes that Princess Punkadunk would allow her to have a cuddle. (Nothing doin'.)

Patricia is staying with her sister in town and we went to visit her there. At one point all the children went to the park and I took group photos of them all on the playground equipment. I was so relieved to get those pictures and I pray they turn out well. You never know what life will bring and I would hate to never have a single picture of all the children together.

Last night I brought my granddaughter home for the night while her mother and eldest aunt went out for the evening. I returned Keiannah home to her parents and then guilted Patricia into coming to church with the rest of us. I don't know if it accomplished anything, but hope springs eternal that some part of the ministry would be a means of drawing a wayward child back to the Father.

Even if Trish got nothing out of the sermon, I did. Pastor Greg Price has been preaching a series on baptism and today's text was I Peter 3:21. One point that stuck with me was the illustration in Scripture of the ark that was the outward means of salvation to Noah and his family, yet proved to be only an outward form for Ham. I sat there in the service, at the back of the church nursing my baby and watching my older children in front of me. Grieving. Would this child or that child have only the outward form but fail to look to Christ?

My heart is heavy as I contemplate a daughter who is beautiful on the outside, but who demonstrates a shallow, worldly, and vain view of life. I fear for her eternal destiny. I know that if she is not of the elect, one day I will view her utter destruction with the knowledge that God is just to deliver her over to torment for her sins. But it isn't a prospect that can be faced with equanimity, even as I deliberately place my trust in God, that He does all things well.

No Wonder unNatural Family Planning Doesn't Work!

No 'safe' time to avoid pregnancy
'Flabbergasted' scientists find they've been all wrong on ovulation

Sharon Kirkey
CanWest News Service


Tuesday, July 08, 2003



In a finding that is expected to rewrite medical textbooks, Canadian researchers have discovered that, for many women hoping to avoid pregnancy, there is no "safe" time for sex.

For 50 years, doctors have believed that about a dozen follicles, or egg sacs, grow at one time during a woman's menstrual cycle. From this group, only one follicle actually bursts and releases an egg, while the others shrivel and die.

But, in a finding that left even researchers "flabbergasted," University of Saskatchewan scientists have found this pattern of follicular development actually occurs two to three separate times during a woman's menstrual cycle. What's more, 40 per cent of women have the biological potential to ovulate more than once during a cycle.

"The old idea of one time per cycle is wrong," says senior author Dr. Roger Pierson, director of the Reproductive Biology Research Unit at the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon.

The results help explain for the first time why some women get pregnant while on birth control pills, and why the window for safe sex may not exist at all for many women -- because there may always be an egg sac waiting to release an egg.

"We all know people trying to use natural family planning, and we have a word for those people. We call them parents," he said.

The discovery could lead to more effective contraceptives and could boost success rates for women undergoing expensive and invasive high-tech infertility treatments.

The study, funded by the Canadian Institutes of Health Research, is published this week in the journal Fertility and Sterility.

For decades, the medical dogma held that a woman's ovaries behaved "one very certain, very specific, very predictable way," Dr. Pierson says. Normally, women have a 28-day menstrual cycle, and the belief was that most women ovulate once, around day 14. The cycle begins on the first day of bleeding. By about day five, the theory held, about 15 to 20 egg sacs start to mature and then, by day 14, the most mature follicle ruptures, releasing an egg.

But, those assumptions were largely based on blood samples and menstrual diaries. "We actually looked at the ovaries to find out what they were doing during the cycles," Dr. Pierson says.

The team tracked 50 women with normal menstrual cycles who volunteered to undergo high-resolution ultrasound every day for a month so researchers could follow the fate of every individual follicle.

They found follicles grow in waves "like you see in the ocean," Dr. Pierson says.

Forty per cent of women had multiple, major waves, while 60 per cent had minor waves, followed by a major wave.

"We were flabbergasted. We knew this happened in animal models (in horses and cows), but we read the books like everybody else and they said this isn't supposed to happen in humans."

Although the women all released only one egg during the study cycle, "they had the biological machinery to ovulate more than once." Two women with abnormal cycles actually ovulated twice.

"Many women will ovulate two follicles at once, typically on the same day. That's how fraternal twins come about," Dr. Pierson explains. "But these women ovulated at different times."

He says more research is needed to determine what causes some women to experience more follicle waves than others, and how long the follicle actually has a viable egg.

In the meantime, "it tells us why some women don't get along well with oral contraceptives." Most birth control pills are based on a 21-day treatment cycle, where women take active hormones, followed by seven days of placebo or "dummy" pills, which trigger menstruation.

Another study by the same team in the same issue of Fertility and Sterility suggests women can still get pregnant during their hormone-free interval, because there's enough space in the pill-free period that allows the development of a new wave of follicles.

Some fertility experts say the finding makes an argument for a continuous pill regimen. "It questions the need for women to have a pill-free week," says Dr. Arthur Leader, chief of reproductive medicine of the University of Ottawa.

The research may also explain why some women undergoing in vitro fertilization and other fertility treatments don't respond to ovary-stimulating drugs.

"We're probably giving at least some of the women drugs at the wrong time," Dr. Pierson says.

© Copyright 2003 The Ottawa Citizen

Sushi

For the past several weeks my dh has been working in a little town about an hour's drive south of us, called Quesnel. Because he has to be on the job early, and because the company pays out of town expenses, he had taken a motel room there. Last week he brought one of our sons down for a little road trip and son spent an enjoyable two days wandering around the town seeing the sights on his own. I drove down on day two to pick him up and my dh took us both out to eat at a Japanese restaurant that he had discovered.

The restaurant was called the Tokyo restaurant I had this wonderful soup with Udon noodles, veggies, chicken and an egg in it with some slices of yam and potatoe in tempura batter on the side. Marc also suggested that I try some sushi for the first time. Being in an adventurous spirit (but not TOO adventerous -- I couldn't bring myself to try the raw fish sushi) I chose the California rolls with imitation crab meat (pollock), avocado, cucumber, rice and the seaweed stuff they wrap it in. I fell in love! It was absolutely wonderful. I don't know how authentic it was, but it was sure good. I even learned how to manipulate chop sticks without making a mess. BQ and Emeth would be proud of me.

Recently, my second daughter introduced me to a Vietnamese restaurant in Prince George. I have to say that the Oriental people really know how to make good soup! I had the best bowl of soup I have ever had there. It was a hot and sour soup with a clear broth and delicate flavor that I couldn't place, and it had celery, pineapple, bean sprouts, rice noodles, chicken and green onions floating in it.

The soup was too good not to try making it for my family so I went to the library and found several books on Vietnamese cuisine. There was no chicken hot and sour soup, but there were recipes for fish hot and sour soup. I suspect that the addition of chicken was an adaptation for Canadian palates. At any rate, I used the fish soup recipes as the basis for creating my own version of it and I think I came pretty close to what I had at the restaurant. It was a hit with the family. And the secret to the flavorful broth was the addition of tamarind. Mmmmm..... Think I know what to make for supper tonight!

Cheap Medicine

When the year 2000 phobia had many of us in its grip, I acquired a book that I have come to really love. It is called, The Herbal Medicine Chest by Debra St. Clair. It is not a book about herbs and their properties. Rather it is a book about how to prepare these herbs into medicines once you have them. So far this week I have made an antiseptic throat gargle, slippery elm lozenges, and black cherry cough syrup. And they work quite nicely, thank you!

Herbal medicine is cheap, but it still costs money or time to acquire the herbs and then concoct with them. So what is the cheapest medicine available? My hands.

Or the hands of others. The other day I crunched my finger hard between two stools. After muttering incoherent sounds of anguish at the top of my voice, I noticed that my finger was beginning to swell and turn blue. I grabbed my son Nathanael and had him hold his hands on each side of the offended digit until we felt the electrical energy stop pulsing (meaning it had balanced out). It stopped hurting immediately and was back down to normal size within the hour. You can't even see any bruising two days later.

[For those wondering if I am into witchcraft, I will state categorically that I am NOT. I am a Calvinistic, Presbyterian Covenanter with no interest in the black arts. All I did in the example above was utilize the electrical energy system produced by our body to heal my finger.]

How about a cheap and fast way to relieve ear ache pain when your child is awake in the middle of the night? I used the tapping procedure called EFT the other night on my daughter Bethany. Earlier in the evening she had awakened me with a raging ear infection. I gave her tylenol and sent her back to bed. An hour later she was back howling outside my door and screaming inconsolably. So, I tried EFT. In three rounds of tapping the pain was gone and she went to bed and slept the rest of the night. In addition, she wasn't troubled with it anymore though she still had a cold.

I also used EFT to help a woman with back pain from an old injury. In several rounds of tapping, her pain, which was constant, was gone.

BTW, if you visit the EFT website, I don't endorse everything on it. There is plenty of false worldview stuff you need to sift through.

Feeling Virtuous Today

It's early and already my laundry is all washed and hanging out. But that isn't what makes me feel virtuous.

I picked wild red raspberry leaves early this morning while the dew was still on them. They are now in my dehydrator in preparation for medicinal teas in winter. Now THAT makes me feel virtuous.

Boo, Hiss

Vancouver has won the 2010 Winter Olympic bid. Now the taxpayers of this province can prepare to be soaked good and hard for tax money to build the infrastructure and sports facilities required for this event.

Why do I have this sense of deja vu? People preoccupied by sports and living decadent and depraved lifestyles?

Hail Cesear!

Canada Day

Today is Canada's national civic "holy day" when all Canadians are supposed to show their national pride in their country.

I find little to celebrate in a nation that is more and more rapidly degenerating before my very eyes. In our misguided zeal for toleration, we have learned to tolerate depravity on a scale unprecedented in this country. Yesterday I read that American sodomites are flocking to Toronto to take advantage of our newly approved marriages of same-sex couples.

Abortion is rampant.

Divorce and common-law marriage rates rise each year.

Perversion is openly taught and promoted to young people in our schools even while grades in basic disciplines like math and english continue to drop.

Evangelical Christians comprise less than 6% of our population according to polls in recent years. Standards are so lax in the Church that Christianity is more of a country club with really nice versions of heathens rather than a Church militant that is shaking hell's gates.

Oh, Canada.

Birth Control and Hard Cases

It is inevitable that whenever the topic of birth control is broached, the issue of the hard case where a mother or baby's life could be in danger by pregnancy is raised. I'm not gonna comment on that directly. Instead I just want to share the story of Ida Mae Fisher.

In 1918, Ida Mae Fisher found herself ill with breast cancer and pregnant at age 43. What to do? She carried the baby but both died when she was eight months pregnant. It was a terrible tragedy and loss, not only for her husband, but for her four motherless children.

Two of her children grew up to have children and currently the number of her descendants stands at 132. Miost of these descendants are professing believers in Christ.

I am one of them. Ida Mae was my great grandmother.

Spiritual Birth Control

I am just wondering how many Christians out there who read this blog would consider practicing spiritual birth control of their children in order to prevent them entering heaven?

Full and Partial Preterism Bites the Dust...
...and the key verse that does it is Luke 21:37.

Encouraged to Pray

I find it amazing how God looks after little details for His children, and how His doing so is an encouragement to ask for bigger and better things.

The other day I drove myself and my eldest son, Nathanael, to the gym and skateboard park. Nathanael had his BMX bike with him for doing tricks at the skate park. Instead of working out in the gym, I decided to do a few laps around the outdoor track. When I was finished, I wandered over to watch Nathanael take some jumps. He did a spectacular 360 out of the bowl and then tragedy struck: he landed wrong on his foot and toppled over. I could tell something was up by the way he got up and wouldn't put any weight on his foot. He rode his bike over to me, pushing with the one good foot.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I think I broke something. I heard it snap and it really hurts!" he replied.

I helped him over to the car, and then drove to the health food store and bought some arnica homeopathic pills and then bought some ice at the 7 Eleven. From there we proceeded to the emergency department at the local hospital to be met with a full waiting room. Nathanael hopped to a chair after giving his name and we sat down to read the signs that said that the hospital was full and if people needed admitting, they would likely end up in a different hospital out of town. We also were informed that we had at least a 3 hour wait ahead of us before he could be seen.

"Oh great!" I thought, considering the fact that I had left son Ben (aged 15) in charge of his younger siblings, including 1 year old Princess Punkadunk. I called to apprise them of the current state of things and then sat and wondered what I should do. A few moments reflection led me to call my second daughter and ask that they consider going out to the house to stay with the kids until I could get home.

I guess Nathanael's foot looked bad enough that we got in to see a doctor fairly quickly. She was a tiny little woman who was bird-like in her movements. His ankle looked pretty deformed and she said that it looked pretty much like it was broken on both sides and possibly on the back, but not to worry, we had a really good orthopedic surgeon on call and she didn't think it would take much hardware to repair.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. Nathanael began to think that maybe BMX wasn't such a great sport after all as he prepared to kiss his summer job doing yard maintenance good-bye. I, in the meantime, began to feverishly make plans in my head for getting the various supplements and herbs together that he would need to prevent infection and to speed healing, and also to figure out ways of getting him some decent food.

They got him into a bed, dressed him in a horrid hospital gown, propped his leg up and stuck an IV in his arm with some demerol and gravol to help ease the pain. We sat there for a while, a thin curtain all that stood between us and the injured biker gang members who were cursing and swearing about the fight they had with the cops before being brought in to be patched up.

Before long, a technician from radiography came and we wheeled him down to the X-ray department. While he was in there, I began to lift up petitions to the Heavenly Father that somehow He would give us a miracle and have there only be a sprain and not a break.

We barely made it back to the cubicle and the doctor already had the X rays in her hands. She came into our "bedroom" with an amazed look on her face and told me to follow her. She led me over to where his X rays were and there I saw a picture of bones in perfect condition! You could see a great deal of soft tissue damage as well, but the bones were all sound. [big smile]

I couldn't contain myself. "Praise God! What an answer to prayer!" I exclaimed as I came around the corner with a huge grin on my face. The bikers, who moments before were filling the air with their profanities, stopped and grinned back at me. I helped Nathanael get dressed and we left the hospital less than 2 1/2 hours after we had arrived.

There is some serious stuff going on in my church family right now. When God answered my prayer about Nathanael's foot -- a foot that definitely looked broken -- I immediately thought, "God is encouraging me to pray with faith over this other situation." I am beginning to understand what Christ meant when talked about faith that moves mountains. I am encouraged to pray.

I would despair...

...if I thought that baptism was so critical to the salvation of my children, that without it they were lost. Is baptism a means of grace? Yes. Is it necessary means for grace to be conveyed? No. Thank God!

Nothing Much....

...to say these days. Mostly because I can't find the time to sit down and blog great and wondrously deep things. I am finding it a full time job just to keep up with the laundry, especially since my husband bought the children a pool. I do a load of just towels daily now.

Current reading -- "Ditch that Jerk" - I have a friend who is going through divorce from an abusive professing Christian, and the insights this book and another like it (Why Does He DO That: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men by Lundy Bancroft) have given me into abusive marriages and partnerships has been very enlightening. As I read Bancroft's book, I realized that I actually knew men in the church who would qualify in being abusive because of their tyrannical methods of ruling their homes.

"Infectious Diabetes" -- this is a very intriguing book about the role of fungus in causing not only diabetes, but also certain forms of cancer and other diseases. What is interesting to me is that my type II diabetic dh was told by a kinesionics practitioner that he had a long standing fungal infection in his body. Hmmm... I think this is very interesting and will be pursuing my own investigations into this. At any rate, t his book explains the *why* of another book I own called "Dangerous Grains." Grains all contain fungi and their mycotoxins which can then take over the body. Basically, people who walk around with systemic candida or other fungi, are the walking dead. I imagine they would tend to decompose very fast compared to people who don't have fungal infections...

Anyhow that is it for tonight.

Gruesome Twosome
Princess Elodie has morphed into Destructo Chick now that she is ambulatory. It is amazing how quickly she can trash a room. But she really shines when she is joined by her partner in crime and niece, Keiannah, my 21 month old granddaughter.

EEEEK! [what was that crash I just heard in the background?]

Good to Go

I received the official word last night from my presbytery -- I can now resume building my practice as a kinesionics practitioner.

My career was halted in its tracks because some in my church were feeling decidedly nervous about my chosen calling. A fifteen minute search on the Internet had turned up several articles from Christian "heresy hunters" who claimed that energy therapy of any kind was a form of the occult arts. Red flags were waved and so things came to a screeching halt while I prepared a paper for my elders on the theory that lies behind most energy therapies and a positive position that demonstrated that this was indeed a lawful form of therapy (though one that hasn't received the "validation" of triple blind, peer-reviewed clinical trials).

Just a few comments on this whole episode. First, many Christians fall into the genetic fallacy trap. I happened to read a few articles on one prominent "psycho heresy" website that in a number of articles condemned various practices because they had their origins in non-Christian cultures. This would be like saying we must not drive cars because someone discovered that Henry Ford was a Satanist. (He wasn't, as far as I know.) This mindset implicitly denies common grace. It seems to believe that the only people who can make discoveries or contribute to progress are Christians. But God has revealed much in general revelation through many non-Christians.

Secondly, I found the whole trial to be rather annoying at times, but ultimately for my good. Because of the research I had to do, I now have a far better understanding of how things work and why. Not only that, I can see the overlap between various schools of healing and can see where they either do the same things in a different way, or complement one another.

It hasn't quite sunk in yet that I am now free of the dreadful burden of being accused of practicing occult arts. But I do know that it is great relief to be able to pursue my studies free from this encumberance.

If there is enough interest in this post, I may publish bits and pieces about energy therapies in general. I'm probably a real anomaly in this field -- a die-hard Calvinistic, Presbyterian Covenanter who does things normally associated with being done only by New Agers.

SARS Insanity

I read a lot of stuff on things medical in both allopathic medicine and alternative medicine fields. One of the big stories that is currently in the news concerns the outbreak of SARS and all the hoopla over corona viruses that may cause it. After reading the articles on SARS that are in the newspapers, I have the feeling of deja vu all over again. SARS is getting treated in the same manner as AIDS.

AIDS, as you will no doubt remember, is supposedly caused by HIV. This is despite the fact that AIDS as a disease does not follow Koch's Postulates. "What are Koch's Postulates?" Glad you asked.

1. The specific organism should be shown to be present in all cases of animals suffering from a specific disease but should not be found in healthy animals.

2. The specific microorganism should be isolated from the diseased animal and grown in pure culture on artificial laboratory media.

3. This freshly isolated microorganism, when inoculated into a healthy laboratory animal, should cause the same disease seen in the original animal.

4. The microorganism should be reisolated in pure culture from the experimental infection.

Now if AIDS is caused by HIV, we should find HIV in everyone who has AIDS. But this is precisely what is not found. And not only that, not everyone who is diagnosed with HIV goes on to develop full blown AIDS unless they are foolish enough to start standard toxic drug treatments, which incidentally, destroy the immune system.

There is much I could say on AIDS, but to save us all time, I refer you to Dr. Peter Duesberg's website.

Mass hysteria is being propagated around SARS. Influenza kills far more people than SARS does. And strangely enough, SARS seems to be killing the people who are getting treated for it in hospital. SARS appears to be another case of scare mongering on the parts of the drug pushers.