Here is a little something I put together with the meaning of our daughter, Karis Rose Villodas', name:
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Baby's Name!!!!
Rick and I had a few names for our baby girl in mind. They were all beautiful but none felt quite right. As we finished up a "Daily Office" on our sabbath we began talking about what a blessing and what a gift this baby was. Rick quickly remembered a word study he did in one of his seminary classes (Biblical Greek). He did a word study on the word gift/grace. And so the word Charis (sounds like Paris with a 'K' Karis) came to mind. Her name truly encompasses everything we want to speak over her as she grows up.
Here is a little something I put together with the meaning of our daughter, Karis Rose Villodas', name:
Here is a little something I put together with the meaning of our daughter, Karis Rose Villodas', name:
Thursday, February 26, 2009
From the Mark of the Beast to a Mark of Blessing
Yesterday was my first time observing Ash Wednesday. What a day it was. I began my day in St. Bart’s church in Midtown. I stumbled across it as I looked for a place to reflect and pray. As I entered the church, which had beautiful Byzantine architecture, I was moved to see a good handful of people hearing the priest recite the meaning of Lent. For me, it was a sacred moment.
This is a far cry from my first encounter with Ash Wednesday. About thirteen years ago (I was not following Jesus at this time), as I went on my lunch break, I was startled to see a mass of people with black stuff on their foreheads. I wasn’t theologically trained or ecclesiastically informed, so I took it that the black stuff on their foreheads had something to do with the Anti-Christ and the mark of the beast. For the next two hours, I experienced existential dread. Oh snap! The anti-Christ has come. Armageddon is about to ensue. I found out later that the black stuff had to do with Ash Wednesday.
Since then, I have been quite indifferent to Ash Wednesday and Lent. I realized that I was influenced by an evangelical tradition that judged all ritual and those who participated in it as superstitious or legalistic. Little did I know that there is a means of blessing and grace that one receives as one comes before God in repentance and receives the ashes. It’s sad to know how I have judged people’s motives during this day, and subscribed to a snobbish and haughty evangelical theology. And so, my journey to a new understanding of Lent has brought tremendous blessing to me. Ironically, on the first day that I observed Ash Wednesday, I administered the ashes at my church during our contemplative service. Here are some of my reflections on this day and season of Lent. It is by no means comprehensive, and I hope I do not go down the road of judging those who do not practice this ritual. These are just some of my unedited ruminations.
The Ashes
The ashes represent my repentance. I come before the Lord and prepare for his death and resurrection. The enormity and majesty of this cataclysmic event is glorious, and because it is, I’m like Isaiah before the Lord. I’m a man of unclean lips living among a perverse generation.
The ashes also represent my humanity and the fragility of life. I am human, and not a god. Therefore I recognize my limits and choose not to live with the guilt of being human. Ash Wednesday is not a day to live in guilt. It’s a day to recognize our brokenness and humanity. It’s a day to freely come before God and declare, “I am human, I am dust, and you still love me.” Guilt tends to arise from a perspective of ourselves as exempt from sin and brokenness. We say, “how could I have done such a thing?” When we utter those words, we have forgotten our humanity. This is not a theology for licentiousness. Rather it is an accurate and realistic theological anthropology.
To live according to my limits means I recognize that one day I will die, and so I ask God to help me live with a vibrancy and appreciation for the gifts that are before me.
By observing Ash Wednesday, I recognize that God is the center of my existence. My entire being revolves around the one who died and rose again.
As I sat in St. Bart’s, the priest marked a cross of the parishioners’ foreheads and said, “Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Some might say that these people are superstitious. I say they come to this place because of recognition of the divine. God has stamped an inner-witness within humanity and they are responding to it (obviously some do it for the wrong reasons, but I’m not there to judge). Interestingly, the dust and the divine converge once again in a theologically profound way. We have seen this before. God comes to us in Jesus, wrapped in human flesh. The divine and the dust are one. Our Lord is fully human. Fully divine. Furthermore, the creation narrative speaks of God breathing life into humanity. We see it again. Dust and Divinity.
The earthiness of the ashes serves as a critique to what I call a “spiritualized spirituality.” This term is not a redundancy. Rather, it is a neo-Gnostic approach to the spiritual life. Essentially, it means that all meaningful spiritual realities are to be found in an intangible experience. It says that true spirituality has to do exclusively with visions and goose bumps. But the ashes teach us that true spirituality is rooted in the mundane. Rooted in the earthiness of the human experience.
Last night, as I marked the foreheads of people coming for ashes, I was deeply moved. There are so many broken people in the world. In a way, the ashes gave many of us the permission to feel our brokenness and look with hope to a day of resurrection.
This is a far cry from my first encounter with Ash Wednesday. About thirteen years ago (I was not following Jesus at this time), as I went on my lunch break, I was startled to see a mass of people with black stuff on their foreheads. I wasn’t theologically trained or ecclesiastically informed, so I took it that the black stuff on their foreheads had something to do with the Anti-Christ and the mark of the beast. For the next two hours, I experienced existential dread. Oh snap! The anti-Christ has come. Armageddon is about to ensue. I found out later that the black stuff had to do with Ash Wednesday.
Since then, I have been quite indifferent to Ash Wednesday and Lent. I realized that I was influenced by an evangelical tradition that judged all ritual and those who participated in it as superstitious or legalistic. Little did I know that there is a means of blessing and grace that one receives as one comes before God in repentance and receives the ashes. It’s sad to know how I have judged people’s motives during this day, and subscribed to a snobbish and haughty evangelical theology. And so, my journey to a new understanding of Lent has brought tremendous blessing to me. Ironically, on the first day that I observed Ash Wednesday, I administered the ashes at my church during our contemplative service. Here are some of my reflections on this day and season of Lent. It is by no means comprehensive, and I hope I do not go down the road of judging those who do not practice this ritual. These are just some of my unedited ruminations.
The Ashes
The ashes represent my repentance. I come before the Lord and prepare for his death and resurrection. The enormity and majesty of this cataclysmic event is glorious, and because it is, I’m like Isaiah before the Lord. I’m a man of unclean lips living among a perverse generation.
The ashes also represent my humanity and the fragility of life. I am human, and not a god. Therefore I recognize my limits and choose not to live with the guilt of being human. Ash Wednesday is not a day to live in guilt. It’s a day to recognize our brokenness and humanity. It’s a day to freely come before God and declare, “I am human, I am dust, and you still love me.” Guilt tends to arise from a perspective of ourselves as exempt from sin and brokenness. We say, “how could I have done such a thing?” When we utter those words, we have forgotten our humanity. This is not a theology for licentiousness. Rather it is an accurate and realistic theological anthropology.
To live according to my limits means I recognize that one day I will die, and so I ask God to help me live with a vibrancy and appreciation for the gifts that are before me.
By observing Ash Wednesday, I recognize that God is the center of my existence. My entire being revolves around the one who died and rose again.
As I sat in St. Bart’s, the priest marked a cross of the parishioners’ foreheads and said, “Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Some might say that these people are superstitious. I say they come to this place because of recognition of the divine. God has stamped an inner-witness within humanity and they are responding to it (obviously some do it for the wrong reasons, but I’m not there to judge). Interestingly, the dust and the divine converge once again in a theologically profound way. We have seen this before. God comes to us in Jesus, wrapped in human flesh. The divine and the dust are one. Our Lord is fully human. Fully divine. Furthermore, the creation narrative speaks of God breathing life into humanity. We see it again. Dust and Divinity.
The earthiness of the ashes serves as a critique to what I call a “spiritualized spirituality.” This term is not a redundancy. Rather, it is a neo-Gnostic approach to the spiritual life. Essentially, it means that all meaningful spiritual realities are to be found in an intangible experience. It says that true spirituality has to do exclusively with visions and goose bumps. But the ashes teach us that true spirituality is rooted in the mundane. Rooted in the earthiness of the human experience.
Last night, as I marked the foreheads of people coming for ashes, I was deeply moved. There are so many broken people in the world. In a way, the ashes gave many of us the permission to feel our brokenness and look with hope to a day of resurrection.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
At the end of My 6th Month...
The time is drawing near. I have about 12 weeks to go. Wow! Time seems to just be flying by.
What's goin' on?
I'm the type of person that likes to plan ahead, prepare with time and not do things last minute. Interestingly enough, God seems to be teaching me a lesson in being a parent... YOU CAN'T CONTROL EVERYTHING! If it were up to me, this is what I'd have done by now:
I think since the moment we knew we were having a baby God has been really stretching me and teaching me to let go a little bit more and just to enjoy where I am now. Not to be so anxious about what I need to do down the road and how I can make sure it goes "my way". It's a hard lesson for me to learn.
With children comes new joys, concerns, worries and just incredible experiences. I should expect to really experience a change in my daily life. Some unpredictability and some surprises... good surprises! So this has been a crash course in "Chill Out 101: You Can't Control Everything".
Recent Pics
For those of you who have been wondering what I look like at the end of my 6th month, here are some pics I took of myself in the dressing room in the mall a few weeks ago. I was shocked at how big my belly had gotten so whipped out the iphone and took some infamous cell phone pics through the mirror.... LOL!
What's goin' on?
I'm the type of person that likes to plan ahead, prepare with time and not do things last minute. Interestingly enough, God seems to be teaching me a lesson in being a parent... YOU CAN'T CONTROL EVERYTHING! If it were up to me, this is what I'd have done by now:
- New Office: renovated and painted
- Office furniture cleared out of what will be the nursery
- Nursery: Walls fully painted
- Nursery: Windows repaired
- Nursery: Carpet professionally cleaned
- Nursery: Partially Furnished with nursery furniture (maybe just a crib or a changing table)
- New office space has just received it's first coat of primer.
I think since the moment we knew we were having a baby God has been really stretching me and teaching me to let go a little bit more and just to enjoy where I am now. Not to be so anxious about what I need to do down the road and how I can make sure it goes "my way". It's a hard lesson for me to learn.
With children comes new joys, concerns, worries and just incredible experiences. I should expect to really experience a change in my daily life. Some unpredictability and some surprises... good surprises! So this has been a crash course in "Chill Out 101: You Can't Control Everything".
Recent Pics
For those of you who have been wondering what I look like at the end of my 6th month, here are some pics I took of myself in the dressing room in the mall a few weeks ago. I was shocked at how big my belly had gotten so whipped out the iphone and took some infamous cell phone pics through the mirror.... LOL!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Latest Sonogram Pics!
Let's See who can figure out where her face is?
Her face is on the right side of the photo. She is facing us. She looks like she is peeking out at us.
She is about 1lb. 3oz.
Here is a pic of her foot! LOL!
~Rosie
Her face is on the right side of the photo. She is facing us. She looks like she is peeking out at us.
She is about 1lb. 3oz.
Here is a pic of her foot! LOL!
~Rosie
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
It's A.......BABY!
On November 1st, 2008 Richard and I took an early gender test called "Intelligender". A friend of mine had taken that test, or one similar to and and it predicted the gender of her baby accurately. The website also said that it had an accuracy rate of about 82%. So I bit the bullet and bought the test. If the test predicted you were having a girl it would turn an ornangey-yellow color. If a boy it would come out a dark forest green. Here was the result of our test.
Today we went to the doctors office and she asked us. Do you know what you are having? I said, "Well we took an early gender test that I bought online and it said boy." She asked, "What was the accuracy rate?" I said, "82%" She then proceeded to say, "Well, that test was quite inaccurate... Your having a GIRL!" We were in shock! Rick was speechless, my mom was grinning from ear to ear and I was questioning the Dr./technician... "Are you sure?... Really?... NO WAY!" All this was going on while she did a freeze frame on our little girl and pointed out the obvious.
We couldn't believe it! We were so convinced that we were having a boy. But what a wonderful and delightful surprise this was! I'm glad it happended this way though. It made it that much more exciting... to be surprised by an unexpected outcome.
Mom (abuela, grandmother in spanish) and I celebrated with a breakfast from Ihop and then a shopping trip to buy a cute girly outfit! (We couldn't help ourselves! LOL!
We also were sent home with some updated unique pics of our little girl. We hope to have those posted up here by tomorrow. Stay tuned!
Yay!!!! We are having a little Girl!!!!! :-)
Today we went to the doctors office and she asked us. Do you know what you are having? I said, "Well we took an early gender test that I bought online and it said boy." She asked, "What was the accuracy rate?" I said, "82%" She then proceeded to say, "Well, that test was quite inaccurate... Your having a GIRL!" We were in shock! Rick was speechless, my mom was grinning from ear to ear and I was questioning the Dr./technician... "Are you sure?... Really?... NO WAY!" All this was going on while she did a freeze frame on our little girl and pointed out the obvious.
We couldn't believe it! We were so convinced that we were having a boy. But what a wonderful and delightful surprise this was! I'm glad it happended this way though. It made it that much more exciting... to be surprised by an unexpected outcome.
Mom (abuela, grandmother in spanish) and I celebrated with a breakfast from Ihop and then a shopping trip to buy a cute girly outfit! (We couldn't help ourselves! LOL!
We also were sent home with some updated unique pics of our little girl. We hope to have those posted up here by tomorrow. Stay tuned!
Yay!!!! We are having a little Girl!!!!! :-)
Monday, January 5, 2009
Boy or Girl? TELL ME ALREADY!!!
So it's been a while since our last post. Sorry about that. Richard and I were supposed to go to the doctor to find out the sex of our baby on December 12th, 2008. Unfortunately, the sonogram technician was having a bad day and took it out on us. She rushed through the appointment and complained that we weren't on her list of patients to see (as if she was swamped for the day, which was not true because I saw her meandering the office aimlessly...). She couldn't finish taking measurements of the baby because he/she wouldn't turn the right way. So the technician decided... "We will have to reschedule you to come in again, besides you're only 19 weeks, it's too early for this sonogram." This was completely untrue seeing as my doctor had scheduled me for that week and I had read that between 19-22 weeks is the time for this Level 2 Sonogram.
We were dismissed... Me, Rick, My Mom, Dad and Sister were dismissed from the room. How disappointing it was. I had endured a looooonnngggg wait in the waiting room with no food, a full bladder (they recommend you come with a full bladder), and and annoying episode of the Rachel Ray Show. After which I had to wait another 30 minutes to see my doctor for him to tell me that there was nothing to worry about that we would reschedule my sonogram. The good news was that we would no longer need to see that doctor/technician. They had hired someone new. If I never saw that lady again... it would be too soon! (Those feelings toward her go way back. Rick and I had a bad experience with her for our first sonogram. LOL!)
So here I am. The night before the day I should find out the sex of my baby, and I am excited! I have recently begun to feel the baby move/kick so this little human being is becoming more and more real. He or she is coming, and will be here around May 6th, 2009!!!! Wow... Our lives are going to change! Life as we know it will be different! I can't explain the excitement, fear, joy and wonder I feel as this pregnancy progresses. I can't wait for the day we will hold our baby in our arms but at the same time wonder.... "What will it be like? How will I feel?". I guess I'll find out on that day. And oh what a day it will be! :-)
I had no real new news to tell in this post. I just wanted to update everyone on our journey so far and to lookout for our next post revealing the sex of our baby... hopefully!
Thanks for reading!
~Rosie
We were dismissed... Me, Rick, My Mom, Dad and Sister were dismissed from the room. How disappointing it was. I had endured a looooonnngggg wait in the waiting room with no food, a full bladder (they recommend you come with a full bladder), and and annoying episode of the Rachel Ray Show. After which I had to wait another 30 minutes to see my doctor for him to tell me that there was nothing to worry about that we would reschedule my sonogram. The good news was that we would no longer need to see that doctor/technician. They had hired someone new. If I never saw that lady again... it would be too soon! (Those feelings toward her go way back. Rick and I had a bad experience with her for our first sonogram. LOL!)
So here I am. The night before the day I should find out the sex of my baby, and I am excited! I have recently begun to feel the baby move/kick so this little human being is becoming more and more real. He or she is coming, and will be here around May 6th, 2009!!!! Wow... Our lives are going to change! Life as we know it will be different! I can't explain the excitement, fear, joy and wonder I feel as this pregnancy progresses. I can't wait for the day we will hold our baby in our arms but at the same time wonder.... "What will it be like? How will I feel?". I guess I'll find out on that day. And oh what a day it will be! :-)
I had no real new news to tell in this post. I just wanted to update everyone on our journey so far and to lookout for our next post revealing the sex of our baby... hopefully!
Thanks for reading!
~Rosie
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