29.11.07

Sajak on Oprah, Obama, Streisand and Candidates

Every election season I get ticked off again by hearing some insecure, self-important celebrity telling me how to think and feel about issues and who to vote for! For many years I was Barbara Streisand's biggest fan. Then she decided I cared not only about her awesome talent as a vocal genius, but also about her views on issues and candidates. (It wasn't just that she was supporting a candidate I didn't like, either.) So, now instead of owning every Barbara Streisand LP, Cassette, and CD, they are all in some recycle bin and she will never get another nickel from me!

Now this year Oprah Winfrey has decided people, like sheep, will follow her to Obama Land just because of her celebrity! Oh, puhleeze! I quit watching her show years ago when she began preaching "the gospel according to Oprah"!

If Chuck Norris endorses an exercise machine, I will at least listen to him. The man is built so he has some credibility! But if he starts telling me who to vote for, he's crossed my boundary line. That's why it was so refreshing to hear what Pat Sajak (Wheel of Fortune) said today.

First, he pointed out how celebrities gain media attention for putting themselves out there on behalf of a candidate. [In other words, they ain't being altruistic!] The motto in Celebrity Land is, "It doesn't matter what they're saying about you, as long as they're talking about you."

Then he made this statement:
Does anyone decide which candidate to choose based on the recommendation of a TV talk show host or a singer/actress? If any group of citizens is uniquely unqualified to tell someone else how to vote, it’s those of us who live in the sheltered, privileged arena of celebrityhood.

T
he idea of choosing the Leader of the Free World based on the advice of someone who lives in the cloistered world of stardom seems a bit loony to me.

The idea that a gold record, a top-ten TV show or an Oscar translates into some sort of political wisdom doesn’t make much sense to me. Trust me, one’s view of the world isn’t any clearer from the back seat of a limo.

Then he pointed out that O.J. Simpson is one of the best known celebrities in the world, but who would follow his lead in the voting booth? Wow! A celebrity without self-importance speaking common sense? A sane guy in Hollyweird? Now that's something around here!
(c)2007 April Lorier

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26.11.07

Breast Cancer Hero: Vicki Tashman

Maybe you have never heard of Vicki Channing Tashman, but she is a hero for breast cancer survivors. I talked with her yesterday, and she is a very committed woman!

Vicki, like me, is a breast cancer survivor. At the age of 44 she was diagnosed with breast cancer and endured the grueling treatment, including chemotherapy. But unlike so many other women with breast cancer, Vicki did not run away and hide. No! She ran toward this deadly disease and in 2005 she founded
Pink-Link (www.pink-link.org), a fantastic, free support website that enables breast cancer survivors to mentor women who are newly diagnosed.

Because each woman's cancer is different, therefore medications must be different, Vicki created a central online database of breast cancer survivors and patients everywhere. Survivors can input details about their cancers and treatments. Newly diagnosed women can search the database and learn, and they can do it right in the comfort of their homes. The mentor-patient relationship makes treatment go easier. There is also information for loved ones and medical professionals.

She has been featured in so many magazines, newspapers, and online publications that it would be impossible for me to list half of them. But my favorite has been when she was featured on HappyNews.com Publication. This news publication has impressive endorsements, a few of which I will quote:

  • Washington Post: "The Happynews glass is always at least half-full, and sometimes it bubbles right over."
  • NPR: "Happynews.com forsakes war and famine, terror and man's inhumanity to man 24/7."
  • Dallas Morning News: "As far as anyone can tell, it's the first international and national daily news organization dedicated exclusively to upbeat stories."

Each week DoOneNiceThing.com shines the spotlight on an exceptionally kind individual, "One Nice Person." The Web site also invites visitors to submit their own "nice thing" ideas and names and photos of kind people, which are then posted on the Web site. Vicki Tashman was featured, along with this picture.
(Used with permission, but border and name added)

Vicki and I both love the poem below, but neither of us has been able to locate the original author or copyright holder. I received over 200 copies of it in my email from people who knew I was a breast cancer survivor. Also, I have done web searches and contacted The Library of Congress, trying to locate the
real author, but to no avail. It is unbelievable how many thousands of websites display her poem, but they either claim authorship, or they just leave that spot blank. So, without further adieu, here is the poem Vicki and I love.

Attitude is Everything! (author still unknown)

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.

"Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today." So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.

"H-M-M, " she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." So she did and she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.

"Well," she said, "Today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.

"YEAH!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"

Attitude is everything.
Have a Good Day!
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

(c)2007 April Lorier
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19.11.07

12 Days of Christmas Reality Check

Please note: I did not write this, and I do not know who did. If anyone knows, please let me know. I offer it as an "inner aerobics" (laughter) break for the day!

The 12 Days of Christmas Reality Check

December 14th
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge in a pear tree. What a delightful gift. I couldn't have been more surprised.

With dearest love and affection, Agnes

December 15th
Dearest John:
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine, two turtle doves.... I'm just delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are just adorable.
All my love, Agnes

December 16th
Dear John:
Oh, aren't you the extravagant one! Now I must protest. I don't deserve such generosity. Three french hens. They are just darling but I just insist.... you're just too kind.
Love Agnes

December 17th
Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really! They are beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You're being too romantic.
Affectionately, Agnes

December 18th
Dearest John:
What a surprise! Today the postman delivered five golden rings. One for each finger. You're just impossible, but I love it. Frankly, John, all those squawking birds were beginning to get on my nerves.
All my love, Agnes

December 19th
Dear John:
When I opened the door there were actually six geese-a-laying on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are huge.Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. PLEASE STOP!
Cordially, Agnes

December 20th
John:
What's with you and those birds???? Seven swans-a-swimming. What kind of joke is this? There's bird do-do all over the house and they never stop the racket. I'm a nervous wreck and I can't sleep all night. IT'S NOT FUNNY... So stop with those birds.
Sincerely, Agnes

December 21st
OK Buster:
I think I prefer the birds. What am I going to do with eight maids-a-milking? It's not enough with all those birds and eight maids-a-milking, but they had to bring their own cows. There are droppings all over the lawn and I can't move into my own house. Just lay off me.
Ag

December 22nd
Hey: What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there's nine pipers playing. And do they play! They never stopped chasing those maids since they got here yesterday morning. The cows are upset and are stepping all over those screeching birds. No wonder they screech. What am I going to do? The neighbors have started a petition to evict me. You'll get yours.
From Ag

December 23rd
You Creep!
Now there's ten ladies dancing - I don't know why I call them ladies. Now the cows can't sleep and they've got diarrhea. My living room is a river of fresh fertilizer. The commissioner of buildings has subpoenaed me to give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned. I'm sicking the police on you.
One who means it, Ag

December 24th
Listen Idiot:
What's with the eleven lords a-leaping? All 234 of the birds are dead. I hope you're satisfied, you rotten swine.
Your sworn enemy, Miss Agnes McCallister

December 25th (From the law offices Taeker, Spedar, and Baegar)
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of twelve fiddlers fiddling, which you have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McCallister. The destruction, of course, was total. All correspondence should come to our attention. If you should attempt to reach Miss McCallister at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have instructions to shoot you on sight.

With this letter, please find attached a warrant for your arrest.

MerryChristmas
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16.11.07

American Idol, The Ear, and The End Times

It is both a blessing and a curse for the musician who has "the ear". It's a rarity, and any musician who has "the ear" brags about it ad nauseam. It's like having a pitch pipe built into his ear which enables him to hum, at random, any note perfectly on pitch. All of the great composers of our history had it, and it made their tasks much simpler. Barbara Streisand and Celine Dion both have "perfect pitch", which makes them intolerant of those who do not have it (and difficult to work with).

The worst thing you could do to a musician with perfect pitch is to make them sit through the qualifying weeks of "American Idol". I cannot stand hearing the wanna-be-singers ruining songs I have known and loved for decades! My gift of perfect pitch turns into a curse as I violently react to these contestants! It can be a curse to have "the ear".

As I listen to the rhetoric during this campaign season, there are candidates who say all the right things, but they are not "on pitch". Something is off and I can hear it. And when my children, old as they are, try to pull the wool over Mama's eyes with parsed words including just enough truth to technically not be a lie, or deliberate elimination of all of the story, "the ear" hears the disparity. (They still haven't figured out how I usually know they're not being totally truthful!)

It's the same for a Christian who, through years of spiritual growth combined with the walking-out of Christian Faith, hears professing Christians quote passages from the Bible in order to make their own points. Something in my well-trained spiritual ear doesn't ring true. It's "off pitch". Sometimes it takes a while to figure out exactly what's wrong, and other times it just hits me like a pie in the face.

I think of "that time" spoken of in 2 Peter 2:1-3 (NKJV)there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Lord who bought them—bringing swift destruction on themselves. (2) Many will follow their shameful ways and will bring the way of truth into disrepute. (3) In their greed these teachers will exploit you with stories they have made up.

Or in 2 Timothy 2:2-4
(NIV) Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. (3) For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. 4 They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.

Without naming any names, may I say it seems to me that we are living in that time? I have never before heard so many teachers teaching myths that will scratch the itching ears of large audiences attending "spiritual seminars" in this country. Oh, I would expect it of other countries, but the United States of America? The country founded on Judeo-Christian Principles? The country who by far, sends out more missionaries to other countries to feed, clothe, dig water wells for those in need, and share The Gospel of Jesus Christ with those who have never heard?

One has only to listen to PBS for a week to hear the most famous of these false prophets (and also the richest). Likewise, one has only to tune in to the "name it and claim it" preachers in their enormously expensive clothes, standing in their mega churches where they arrived in their extravagant cars to wonder what's happened to the Truth of One who never owned a single possession in His thirty-three years on this earth.

Don't get me wrong! I'm not advocating poverty as a badge of one's commitment to the Lord! I grew up in a parsonage where no maintenance was ever performed, and wore hand-me-downs from church members' children because we were too poor to have proper health care, much less new clothes! I don't believe God was pleased by the church's philosophy of "We'll keep him poor so You can keep him humble, Lord", either!

But listening to these so-called "Spiritual Teachers" of today affects me in the same way as listening to American Idol contestants singing severely off pitch does! Righteous indignation rises up within me and if I allow it, it will upset me for days. One of my sons asked, "Mom, you know what the Bible says it will be like in the end times, so why should it upset you so much when you see it happening? Isn't it just a given?"

My answer is always the same: God is a jealous God, and I am His daughter. I share His trait of jealousy when it comes to idols, false doctrines, heresies, and false teachers. I am jealous for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

All the way back in the Old Testament God's jealousy is talked about.(Psalms) They angered him with their high places; they aroused his jealousy with their idols. (Or) For they provoked Him to anger with their high places, And moved Him to jealousy with their carved images. (Or) How long, O LORD ? Will you be angry forever? How long will your jealousy burn like fire? There are hundreds of references to God being jealous (or zealous) for His name, His people, His ways.

In Romans 10, Paul said, speaking of the Israelites: For I can testify about them that they are zealous for God, but their zeal is not based on knowledge. (3) Since they did not know the righteousness that comes from God and sought to establish their own, they did not submit to God's righteousness. (4) Christ is the end of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes.

In 2 Corinthians 11, Paul said to the Christians at Corinth: I am jealous for you with a godly jealousy. I feel the same way! It grieves me to no end to think of the "itching ears" that are being led astray by opportunistics who care nothing for the souls in their audiences. When that day comes that we all stand before The Judge, Jesus Christ, will these mislead souls be able to say, "But we were taught…" Will that be acceptable to the One who said He was THE Way, THE Truth, and THE Light?

Like I said, having "the ear", both musically and spiritually, is a blessing that feels like a curse sometimes. "Ignorance is bliss" sometimes seems true in this sojourner's life. But then I have to ask myself if having "the ear" carries a responsibility with it. I think the answer must be a resounding yes! And so I ask God today for the courage to stay "on pitch" in this world of American Idols. Amen.

© 2007 April Lorier

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13.11.07

Is That Man a Sociopath?

Let’s be honest. Television and Internet media are replete with stories about missing or deceased women and sociopathic men. Either there are more sociopaths in the world or the media is covering it more. Either way, it’s unsettling, especially to single women.

Single women (especially previously-married ones) are prime pickin’s for married men and sociopaths. As a not-unattractive female who’s divorced, and a person who minored in psychology and earned two degrees, I have gathered enough education and personal experience to know what I’m saying is true. And as a former counselor, counseling mostly females, I’ve heard enough stories to fill a book.


Just in case you’re thinking, “Hey, wait! Not all married men are sociopaths!” let me concur. But do you know which ones are? That is the point of this article! What is a sociopath?


Using the official diagnostic version from The DSM-IV-TR® and The American Journal of Psychiatry (diagnostic manuals) and my own training and experience, here’s some help in understanding the sociopath.

  • Essentially, a sociopath will glibly lie, charm and use others, without a moment's remorse over hurting anyone.
  • They're often, but not always, more charismatic, charming and sexy than the average person.
  • Sociopaths can feign every kind of emotion; yet they know only “feral” [wild, savage, deadly] pleasures.
  • Sociopaths find rewards in the hunt.
  • Their joys are in conquest and in winning.
  • They understand love, know how to manipulate it, but can not feel either love or empathy.
  • They have a Grandiose Sense of Self.
    They feel entitled to certain things as "their right."
  • Shallow Emotions are all they have!
    When they show what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. They are outraged by insignificant matters, yet remain unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since they are not genuine, neither are their promises!
  • Manipulative and Conning, oh yeah!
    They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviors as permissible. They appear to be charming, yet are covertly hostile and domineering, seeing their victim as merely an instrument to be used. They may eventually dominate and humiliate their victims.

When I think “sociopath” I think of Ted Bundy and Scott Peterson; however, not all sociopaths are murderers! I had decades of close exposure to a sociopath who destroyed everyone who cared about him, and there’s not a hint of remorse in his behavior, attitude, or conversation. As a matter of interest, this particular person talks like he has been victimized by everyone in his life! Each woman he has had a relationship with in the last seven years has eventually tired of his bid for pity and his hair-trigger temper and each one has exited rapidly.



The problem with honest, decent people is that we don’t expect others to be dangerous or predatory. Since we don’t expect it, we don’t see it even when it’s right in front of us. So let’s talk about the weaknesses of lonely, trusting, unmarried women.


In case you’re thinking, “What does this have to do with my life?” here’s an example. Let’s say you, like me, are a Christian woman who has met a man who professes to also be a Christian. Here are some questions you can ask yourself, as I have:

  • Have I lost my in-loveness with God? Juggling all the demands of parenting, job, maintaining a house, a yard, and possibly a pet can leave a woman emotionally depleted. Meeting that charming “Christian” who makes me feel like a woman again is mighty tempting! Do I find myself assuming that the answer lay in some man, some adventure, or some emotional “rush”? Am I so needy that I am now vulnerable?

  • Is he doing the hard work of healing, or does he wear his hurt like a badge? Do I ever get the sense that he has submitted his life and will to God? Has he forgiven those who hurt him? Are there any signs that he is learning or growing, or is he constantly playing for my pity?

  • Am I more interested in romance than relationship? Does this man appear to be my ideal, my fantasy, my answer to an inner craving for attention? Am I tempted to chuck reality in favor of feeling flirty, experiencing intense passion, and escaping from the mundane, ordinariness of life?

  • Although I feel desired, do I feel affirmed, valued and honored? In short, are my dreams less important to him than my body? Does he affirm my dreams and treasure my personhood – all that I am, with my shadow side, imperfections and ordinariness?

  • Am I more attracted to his persona than to his character? Yes, he’s funny, charming, intelligent, and successful. And his moves! Oh, my goodness! It’s hard to forget those moves, and it seems to be dominating my thinking. Is who I am getting lost in this frenetic high?

  • Is he living up to his commitments or making promises he doesn’t keep? Is he doing just enough to earn my trust, so that when my suspicions are raised, I feel foolish pressing for answers?

  • Do I feel free to voice my questions? Has he given me his home address or phone number? Can he meet me for real dates, or only for an hour and always before an “important meeting”? Does he take me only to lunch, but never to dinner? Does he return cell phone calls any time, even on the weekends? Does he give me excuses for not being available on holidays, like, “I’m visiting my 85 year old mother out-of-state.”?

  • Does my “gut” know something is off? If so, have I called the church he attends to see if his recent address still lists him as married? Have I checked for the divorce record at the county clerk building? Have I questioned others about his singleness?

  • Do I feel I’m losing my dignity? Little things add up: Do I feel “less than” when he leaves? Do I find self-doubt increasing inside myself? Does he have a cute little way of belittling me in front of others? Are his jokes derisive of women?

If you ask yourself these questions and your “gut” is telling you something is not right, do as I have done: run as fast as you can in the opposite direction! Yes, we are luckier than those women who have been murdered by sociopaths; however, may I remind you that there are many forms of death? A man who kills my spirit, robs me of my dignity and my will to live is just as dangerous, in my book! And if I marry him? Well, I don’t think I have to spell out that one!


If you’d like to learn more about the traits of sociopaths, written in simple layman language, I recommend The Sociopath Next Door by Martha Stout, PhD (a psychotherapist with a knack for writing great books).


Dr. Stout says that as many as 4% of the population are conscienceless sociopaths who have no empathy or affectionate feelings for humans or animals. [Other sources say one in 5 of our population are sociopaths.] As Dr. Stout (The Myth of Sanity) explains, a sociopath is defined as someone who displays at least three of fifteen distinguishing characteristics, such as

* deceitfulness,
* impulsivity and
* a lack of remorse.


Such people often have a superficial charm, which they exercise ruthlessly in order to get what they want.



Dr Stout offers these guidelines for your protection:



In a contest between your instincts and what is implied by the role a person has taken on—as educator, doctor, boss—go with your instincts!



• When considering a new relationship of any kind, practice the rule of threes: one lie, one broken promise, one neglected responsibility may be a misunderstanding. Three says you’re dealing with a liar, and deceit is the linchpin of conscience-less behavior. Do not give your money, your work, your secrets or your affections to a three-timer!


• Suspect flattery. It is the material of counterfeit charm and nearly always involves an intention to manipulate.

• If necessary, redefine your concept of respect. Do not mistake your fear, anxiety or awe for respect. Respect should be reserved for those who are strong, kind and morally courageous.


• Remember what is really important: protecting yourself. You may never be able to make your friends or family understand why you are avoiding a particular person. Avoid him anyway.

• Question your tendency to pity too easily. Pity should be reserved for innocent people, not those who actively campaign for your sympathy. [Have you heard of codependency?]


• Challenge your need to be polite in all circumstances. Do not be afraid to be unsmiling and calmly to the point.

(Compiled from The Sociopath Next Door ©2005 Random House/Broadway Books)


Girls, the bottom line is be self-aware and self-protective. And above all, don’t expect any man to fill allyour needs. That only makes you more vulnerable to the unscrupulous men out there. Have a wide circle of friends, stay involved in church and other group activities, and don’t forget Who you can trust the most. Don’t lose touch with Him! I know, from experience, He will protect you.

2007-2009 April Lorier Perspective
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9.11.07

Clapping Through My Tears for Barbara Johnson

I have always believed that the greatest humor is born out of great pain. Proverbs 17:22 says “A merry heart does good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones.” And scientific studies have shown that humor (laughing) can actually cause the body to heal itself. When I was coping with severe child abuse I coped with it by laughing. So no wonder I have loved the writings of Barbara Johnson. Barbara is with Jesus now, and per her request, I’m clapping for her as I write.

Award-winning Christian author and Women of Faith Speaker Emeritus, Barbara Johnson died July 2nd, 2007 of cancer. Diagnosed with a brain tumor in early 2001, she valiantly fought Central Nervous System Lymphoma (CNS) for six years, as well as adult onset diabetes. During her final illness, she amazed the publishing world by adding four more titles to her long list of best sellers, including a poignantly humorous book about her cancer, Plant a Geranium in Your Cranium.

Known as the "Geranium Lady" after her book Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and Be Happy, Barbara won the hearts of millions with her trademark wit and humor formed in the fire of adversity. One of Barbara's favorite humorists to emulate was Erma Bombeck. She was also known in many literary circles as the "Christian Erma Bombeck."

Barbara Johnson lost two sons, one in Vietnam and one at the hands of a drunk driver. Another was estranged for several years. Her husband, Bill, died three years ago, and she was diagnosed with Central Nervous System Lymphoma (CNS), a brain tumor and also diabetes. Known to have beaten the odds of adversity by using her experiences and faith to help others, she was awarded the prestigious Jordan Lifetime Achievement Award from the Evangelical Christian Publishers Association in July 2005. Her book Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and Be Happy sold over one million copies. Her proposed final book, Joyfully, Barb! was in the discussion stage with her publishers, Thomas Nelson, Inc. before she died.

[I personally recommend one of her latest books before her passing Leaking Laffs Between Pampers and Depends. It is great for your time alone. You'll laugh away most of your stress! I have been a collector of her books for over thirty years, and this one was one of her best!]

When asked how she stayed so positive, considering all the pain she’s been through, she said, “God has fine-tuned me. I lost my dad when I was twelve, then I lost one son and then the next son. So I've been through a lot of losses. One son was lost in Vietnam and one killed by a drunk driver. I think because I have been through that and I have experienced a lot of pain that I have credentials. They have to listen to me. I'm not just being funny telling jokes. I have been in the pits. I have been where I wanted to die, where I wanted to kill myself and to kill anyone else (laughs). I've come through it, and God has infused me with a lot of joy. That's what I want to use, to get into my books as I share my books with people so they can use it and be a conduit of God's love too.”

I met her at a Writer’s Conference quite a few years ago, and I asked her what she would say to people going through great trials right now. I loved her answer!

“I would tell them that we are only pilgrims here; we're not settlers. We're just here for a short time. If they've lost a loved one and they're Christian, then I would say, ‘If we knew what God knows about Heaven, we would clap our hands when a Christian dies.’ When I die I want them to have a big clapping ceremony. I'll be with the Lord. It won't be sad! It will be a victorious time of clapping because I'll be out of here! I think that our final exit here will be our grandest entrance there.”

I asked “What about people who have lost loved ones to suicide? What would you say to them?”

“I like to tell them that their loved one went up to meet a just and loving God. We don't have all the answers.

“Deuteronomy 29:29 says, ‘The secret things belong to the Lord.’ There are some things that are secret and we will never know. But I want to be known for love. I love homosexuals. I love everyone, absolutely everybody. I want to be a conduit of God's love to the people who are hurting, to the wounded, to the lonely, to the gay people, to people who are divorced and are outcast. I think that we can be that balm in Gilead to them.”

Spatula Ministries is a non-profit, tax exempt ministry for people, to pull them off the ceiling with the spatula of love when they have wayward kids. Barbara started Spatula Ministries during the time that her son was gone for eleven years. He disowned his parents, changed his name and said that he never wanted to see them again. During that time, Barbara was out speaking to parents, and she and her husband Bill started this ministry. She was going through that hope deferred situation like Proverbs 13:12 says, "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when dreams come true at last there is life and joy." As she was going through that "hope deferred", she started that ministry for parents because she knew they needed a support system.

“Parents need a place!” she said. “Openness is to wholeness as secrets are to sickness. If they can only open up some of their pain and drain it, healing will occur.”

Spatula Ministries has groups all over the country for support systems for parents. Barbara Johnson founded the non-profit Spatula Ministries thirty years ago with her husband Bill Johnson. This year she saw the need to expand her ministry, and asked her eldest surviving son David Johnson to establish a foundation in her name to continue her work. Barbara said, "By forming the foundation, we can reach more people and provide the helping hand of counseling and support for families experiencing grief and loss."

David Johnson (known as Larry in many of her publications) said, "We intend our Website to provide updated information and referrals for those in crisis, seeking an understanding and compassionate heart from counselors to support groups in their local areas through our online message board. And of course, my mother's new humorous electronic newsletter, The Love Line will be offered free of charge, along with a Joy Room bookstore where her books, calendars, dolls, cards and various other memorabilia can be ordered."

If you need the healing power of laughter in your life, here is a list of Barbara Johnson’s books, all available online and in bookstores across the nation. It does not include her soon-to-be-released final book.

Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and Be Happy!

The Best of Barbara Johnson

Laughter from Heaven

Where Does a Mother Go To Resign?

Humor Me, I’m Over The Hill

Boomerang Joy

He’s Gonna Toot and I’m Gonna Scoot!

Pack Up Your Gloomies in a Great Big Box, Then Sit on the Lid and Laugh!

God’s Most Precious Jewels are Crystalized Tears

Living Somewhere Between Estrogen and Death

Splashes of Joy in the Cesspools of Life

I’m So Glad You Told Me What I Didn’t Want To Hear

I Don’t Suffer From Insanity!

Leaking Laffs Between Pampers and Depends

Goodbye, my friend. I’m clapping through my tears as I write this.
(c)2007 April Lorier

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4.11.07

Pushing Rocks That Won't Budge

I was very young when You gave me the talent for writing, Father. I know You expect Your children to use the talents You give to them. But in the midst of my pain, I’ve had no desire to write. I have turned my back on Your gift and wallowed in self-pity. My mantra has been “Why me?"

Recently, I’ve come to realize You’re saying, “Why not you, Child? Aren’t you running a race? Aren’t You in training for eternity with Me? People in training must expect life to be harder. How can you expect to win the race if you wimp out during the training? Olympic contenders don’t have time for self-pity! They want to win, so they endure injury, fatigue, isolation, betrayal, and whatever or whoever tries to derail them."

I always end up back at this point, don’t I? I waste time complaining, massaging my ego, and believing my own excuses for quitting. It seems to follow a time of comparing myself to those around me. The detail I overlook is that I am Yours. I am expected to be in the world, but not of the world. As a soldier in Your army, I cannot compare myself to civilians. Why haven’t I seen this before? Perhaps I was not equipped to receive this revelation until now.

Oh, Father. Scripture after scripture has been going through my consciousness and I’m ashamed of my self-absorption. “To whom much is given, much is required." You expect me to invest my talent, not bury it out of fear! You have me in training for a higher purpose.

You tell me, in Hebrews 12, I am surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses, and I must lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares meand run with endurance the race that You have set before me. I am to look to Jesus, the author and finisher of my faith, not to those who seem to have an easier life than I. [self-absorption, perhaps?]

It’s as if I heard You tell me to push rock after rock. Obediently, I pushed and pushed, but could not budge any of the larger ones. Finally, I succumbed to self-pity and exhaustion, and complained I could not move these rocks.

Then I heard You say, “Child, I never told you to move the rocks. I told you to push the rocks. And look at all the strength you’ve built. Now you’re ready to be of service to Me and to face the world with courage."

Oh, Father. I’m ready! I can do all things through Christ Who strengthens me!

Copyright 1997-2007 April Lorier

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1.11.07

Prayer Meeting SHOCK!

It was Wednesday night and we were in groups of six to pray for those whose names had been called. Some of us prayed such cautiously-wise prayers, being careful to add "...but Thy will be done." Others prayed such deep prayers -- almost mini-sermons designed to show how well we knew the scriptures. Of course, all of us made sure we remembered the names of all the requests.

Then HE prayed. The shy young man was obviously a baby Christian, and it seemed he was taking the risk of praying out loud for the very first time. His voice trembled as he prayed not for the requests, but for himself.

He said, "Jesus, please keep us in the hard times -- those times when we want to give up. Don't let us give up, Jesus!" The raw honesty and child-like simplicity of his prayer brought me to tears, and I was ashamed of the way I have complicated my walk with You, Lord. I remembered what it was like to need You and Your strength minute-by-minute, just to survive! It was a glorious time because I had such an intimate knowledge of You that seems to have dimmed with time.

I'm embarrassed by my "religious sophistication" and "grown-up" attitudes of Christianity. Like so many others who came to You many years ago, I have have been satisfied with past experience. This young man's prayer reminded me of the child who is so mother-aware that he runs to her without even thinking about it when he feels insecure. I, too, must have a Father-awareness at all times, or lose our intimacy.

Somehow, I've allowed immediate, but less-important matters of this world to creep in and dull my memory. Until tonight, I forgot how miserably I failed at living without holding onto Your holding of me. I am so grateful for the gift of this young man's prayer. It woke me up to my laziness in my own faith walk.

Forgive my independent spirit, Lord, and take me back to that time when, as a child, I first believed You. I miss You, Lord. And I miss the precious intimacy we shared.


(c) 2007 April Lorier
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