Wait… Christian and Evolutionist?

This is actually a research paper I wrote last year, but with the recent talk about the debate between Bill Nye and Ken Ham, I thought this would be fitting to post.

Many people know I’m a Christian. In fact, I would say, every person that has had a conversation with me knows that. Growing up in a strong Christian home, I accepted Christ into my life at a young age and I have gone to church every Sunday. I remember loving Sunday school and Veggietales and worship songs and flannel graphs and the rest that comes with being a church kid. But I also remember something else about going to church. When I was young, that something was a sort of haze. I didn’t really understand it, but I knew it was there hanging over everything. It was in the demeanor of others – something in the way they treated my family. It was some sort of cold attitude. It would get heavier and heavier until my family would leave that church and try another. Continue reading

Trekkies Unite!

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The 5 Hayworths were together for the first time in forever and for the last time ever. We celebrated the occasion by running errands, going out to eat and buying these fabulous Startrek sweaters — one of my only impulse buys. Normally I would have been a stickler over $17.50, but I was buying more than a sweater. I was buying something hard to get: a sense of unity. Unity is what family should be all about. An unspoken knowledge that no matter what happens and no matter what someone does, everyone will be right there, loving, caring, and possibly laughing.

My sister just replaced her last name. A beautiful bride she was. Absolutely stunning. Thankfully, she married a Trekkie, so we don’t have to banish her. Ally was always mellow. It was hard to get her visibly excited about anything. But she was excited to marry her man, Daniel. The looks on both their faces when she walked down the aisle brought tears to my eyes. You could tell, just from their visage, that they were 1oo%, no doubt about it, in love. In fact, I’ve never seen her so happy as she was that day. So although the Hayworths are now only a collective of 4, we have a trek club of 6. And who knows when a little number 7 might pop into the equation.

Me, Kate, Ally, and Rachel before the wedding.

Me, Kate, Ally, and Rachel before the wedding.

Playlist to Victory

I get very into music. If the song is sad, I get serious or cry. If it’s happy, I prance about and make tea. If it’s powerful, I get all bad attitude. If it’s a swing song on, I want to dance. Well let’s be honest, I want to dance if it’s any song (except for a country one). To sum up, I feel music.

When I’m depressed there are a few songs that are my jam, my girl power, my victory dance music, and my “it’s okay” melodies. I thought I’d share some of them. So if you’re having a rough day, or even just want to feel fabulous, here you go!

1. Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys

2. This Thing Is Not Going To Break You by Christa Wells

3. King of Anything by Sarah Bareilles

4. I’ll Make a Man out of You from Mulan

5. I Feel Pretty the Sarah Vaughan version

6. Dirty by Audio Adrenaline

7.  Happy by Pharrell Williams

8. Express Yourself the Labyrinth version

9. My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music

10. Moon by Sleeping at Last

Teaching Swing

I started swing dancing when I was eight years old. I remember the first time I went to the swing club here in town. I wore my fanciest outfit, curled my hair and put on my magnet butterfly earrings. I was going to a ball like a princess. Of course I was completely overdressed and the youngest one on the dance floor. I entered the rotation and oddly enough wasn’t shy. I wasn’t really a shy kid, but I was afraid of new things. My fear never held me back, but I would obsess a bit too much about trying something new. I didn’t like unfamiliar places or meeting “non-homeschoolers”. I didn’t know how to act around “other people”. But dancing was different. It allowed me to connect with people in a chill, interactive, focused way. That first time I went, I got asked to dance by a stranger and I couldn’t have been more happy.

As I grew up, I continued to go dancing. As I think back on it, I think dancing was essential to my social maturity especially where guys are concerned. Dancing with guys made it possible for me to get familiar with guys. Learning to dance is more than just learning to dance. When you dance, you learn how to make small talk and interact physically in a totally unawkward way with the opposite gender. Dancing teaches you self-confidence, respect, and team work. Because of its social vibe, I would recommend swing dancing to anyone.

Seven years later, I taught my first swing dancing class. This year last semester I started a beginners swing class at the co-op I go to. More learning for me. I had to learn how to teach. I had to make a syllabus, plan lessons, get songs, work out the social issues between students, figure out how to teach high-schoolers rhythm and frame. And in that process, I became a better dancer myself. I originally was just going to teach for the fall semester, but all the students wanted another semester. Lindy it is, folks! I can’t wait. Over part of last semester and Christmas break, I learned over fifteen new moves.

I also taught my first private swing lesson to two middle-aged couples. Teaching dancing to teenagers is a lot different than teaching married older couples. A lot different. It’s hard having authority with your elders. It’s an interesting balance of respect and command.

Teaching swing and dancing  are some of my favorite parts of the week and it has taught me so many things. I wouldn’t give it up.

So go learn some moves. Go have a ball.

 

What’s in a Name?

IMG_0034Some snap shots of the band. Joey and I decided to audition for the Youth Charity Jam here in Rockford. That means we have to get busy and with the wedding closing in, I’m swamped. We’re getting it all done, though. Interestingly, the hardest part about doing music so far is deciding on a name for our group. Nothing sounds right or even good. Whatever. We’ll think of something; and even if we don’t, it doesn’t really matter.

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