Thursday, February 21, 2013

A recipe....sort of...

Well, I never thought that I, of all people, would be posting a recipe on here, but the photo garnered such a response on Facebook that I thought I would share what I did. =)  So, here goes

My (totally not really a recipe) recipe.
I'm sorry it's not a better picture,
but I didn't take it with the intention of posting it.
And, yes, the plate is sitting on my lap. =)

Bacon-wrapped Raspberry Chicken

Ingredients
Boneless Chicken Tenderloins
Bacon
Raspberry Salsa (This is my all-time favorite!)
Olive oil

Heat olive oil in a frying pan.
Wrap each chicken strip in a strip of bacon.
After chicken has cooked a few minutes, baste the top with Raspberry Salsa.  When you flip the strips during cooking, baste the other side.

Roasted Asparagus

Ingredients
Fresh Asparagus
Olive oil
Seasoned Salt

Wash asparagus and cut off the bottom tips.
Place in baking dish.
Drizzle with olive oil and shake the dish to roll the asparagus in the oil, coating it.
Sprinkle with Seasoned salt.
Bake until tender. (I think I baked them for 10 minutes at 350.)


That's all. Enjoy!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Dancing with imagination

The over-excitement with my finally found poetry notebook continues....So sorry if I'm boring you. =)


Creation

A sculptor at his block,
An artist with his brush--
A writer's scratching pen,
A farmer's tending hands--

Incarnation all around us--
Divinity, worshiped intrinsically,
Shines out of creation
Bringing me to my knees.

Oh! We are wonderfully made!
You, beautiful One, surround us,
Piercing through our world,
Dancing with imagination.

Only One of all creativity
Can deserve such adoration!
Designing, shaping, speaking--
Inspiration flows from Inspiration.

K. Yerton
03/2003

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Happy, happy, joy, joy...

After several months of looking, I finally found the notebook of my poetry! I was nearing panic stage. =)

So, here is a poem I wrote on my Blackberry a few years ago, while sitting under a tree at a local park.


Burning

Like the leaves that carpet the autumn floor,
My sins have fallen before Your gaze--
Tangible proof of my death, piled in heaps--
Brown, orange, yellow--a blaze of imperfection.

Slowly, deliberately, You gather them together.
I turn from the sign, sickened by my guilt,
When I hear Your voice calling, calling--

A fire--blood-red, scorching--rises to the sky--
Your hands--scarred by the flames You gave,
Purposefully blotting out the record of my wrong--
Reach out to me from the smoke,
Welcoming me with Your embrace.

--K. Yerton
(11/2010)

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Just make it happen....the first time

Ideas tend to drop themselves on me at the weirdest times.  For example, I was painting my fingernails last night when I was struck with today's thought.  (Of course, my nails were wet at the time, so I'm typing it out the next morning.) But, before I dive straight into that, let me set up the scene.

As previously stated, I was painting my nails.  Now, I make no claim to be a good manicurist, mainly for the simple reason that I am too impatient.  I hate waiting for that stupid polish to dry! Thus, I am always slapping on a really thick layer and then denting, smudging, or just generally destroying it.  Just in case you are one of the 3 people on this planet who have never held a paintbrush, here's a tip: several thin layers > one thick layer.  I, unfortunately, very seldom uphold that rule; instead, I tend to try to rush through the steps to reach that so satisfying feeling of completion.  Of course, it doesn't work, though.  I almost always have to fix something because I was in a hurry the first time.  

There! That was my whole point in that tirade! =)  "Haste makes waste."  My shiny, wet fingertips made me think about all the time I have wasted re-doing things in my never-ending attempt to get things done.  Oddly enough, however, in issues not pertaining to crafts or nail polish, I tend to be a front-end planner.  If I'm decorating, I will get all of my ideas organized (at least mentally) and planned through before I start.  If I'm tackling a new task at work, I will go through the steps and see if there is any way of improving or stream-lining the process.  If I'm building something, I will read all the instructions before I start.  This means that I sometimes do things non-traditionally because I've figured out a different method that will be more effective or faster; but I also get it done correctly the first time.

Now, to my "big thought."  I have spent my entire life in church, in ministry:  minister's kid, youth worker, intern, worship leader.  I can't tell you how many times I have heard the phrase "Make it happen."  (This is especially true in youth ministry.)  Now, don't get me wrong; I am completely aware that we have almost always been understaffed and underfunded.  In fact, I don't think there is a single area of any church, most especially in youth ministry, that has a more than sufficient budget and more than enough workers.  However, this concept of "making it happen" does so much more harm than good.

I was involved with a particular ministry for a while several years ago.  It was a very good ministry, accomplished a lot, made an impact. However, there was an over-whelming attitude of "Make it happen."  In fact, the phrase was a running joke we heard it so often.

"Build a 40' wall out of boxes in two days?"
"Make it happen."

"Prepare a meal for 100 people in an hour?"
"Make it happen."

"Put together a meaningful service in 15 minutes?"
"Make it happen."

If I heard it once, I head it a thousand times.  
"MAKE. IT. HAPPEN!"

Now, believe me, after nearly 33 years in a preacher's family and 15+ years in youth ministry, I understand that sometimes you just don't have enough warning or plans have to be changed last-minute.  I am not denying that fact; however, so much of this frantic running around could be saved with a little forethought.  

I was constantly frustrated with the complete lack of planning on the front end, but the most baffling part was that everyone seemed proud of the fact that there was no method.  They loved that they could dive into a project and cobble something together without "wasting" time.  Unfortunately, they also seemed to be blind to the fact that they had to rebuild the project three times before they were done.  Sure, they had to completely scrap their original attempts and spend more money on supplies, but by George, they "made it happen!"  I watched the leadership "delegate" tasks without giving any instructions or guidelines for the desired result.  My fellow-workers would be half-way through a major project before the leader would check the progress, and 9 times out of 10, it wasn't what was desired and had to be torn down and re-started.  

Now, for all of you who have hackles rising at my audacity to criticize something that has seemed so effective for so long, I would like to ask you one simple question:  

Could it have been better?

The videos that were created in less than 2 days; could they have been technically better with more time for filming and editing?

The full-length scripts that weren't written until 2 weeks before the performance; could they have been smoother and more professional with more time for character development and rehearsal?

The worship sets that were planned 30 minutes before service; could they have been more anointed with more time for prayerful consideration?

The illustrations that were "inspired" at the last minute; could they have been more effectively executed with more time for integration?

Could it have been better?

I am very much afraid that, in our quest to make things good, we have utterly given up on great.  We have gotten so used to the idea of last minute panic, that we don't think any more time is necessary.  Because God has graciously used our efforts, we don't feel that we have to try harder.  We think frantic, last minute, busyness is as effective as careful, purposeful design.

Unfortunately, however, it's just laziness.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Missing Muse


I'm sitting here tonight desperately wishing I could write something.  Have you ever been there?  The Muse has left the building, and you have no idea how to find her?  It's moments like this when I deeply miss college.  In the 8.5 years since I graduated, I have really missed being in an educational environment.  Something about being surrounded by learning and teachers brought out the creative side of me.  I rediscovered it a couple of years ago when I went through the MC program at my home church.  I was finally once again able to write poetry.  


I don't know what causes the block, but it is very evidently there.  Of course, when I first started writing, I typically only got poems when my emotions were high.  And I use the phrase "got poems" because that's truly the only way I can describe it.  If I try to think of something, my mind goes blank. Then, suddenly, I'll get a phrase, and the rest all comes in a rush.  I shocked my roommate Sarah one night by flying out of bed and demanding some paper.  She stood there sort of bemused while I scribbled for about 2 minutes; then, I handed her the notebook and saying, "I was afraid I'd forget it," I went back to bed.  She was amazed that the poem (Masquerade) was complete and didn't require any editing.  All I could say was that is how they always come to me: whole, finished.  

But, returning to my lack of inspiration...

Does this ever happen to any of you? You have an ability or gift that sometimes seems to go on vacation?  It's very frustrating to know that you have something inside of you that you don't know how to access. 

Here's one of my poems from my college days:



Fall

Clouds, lightly roasted,
Eager for little hands--
Bonfire nights--
Cider apples--
Two-eyed sheets, howling for candy--
Brightly-colored showers
Blanketing the yard--
Frosty, leering lanterns,
Grinning out at straw men--
Families, meeting, eating--
"We thank Thee for this bounty,"
Ringing over turkeys.

--K. Yerton
9 October 2002

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Don't tell me it's not worth fighting for...

I seem to frequently write blogs on relationships. Maybe it’s because I’m single; I’m not sure, but their dynamics fascinate me.

Tonight, I was reminded of a conversation I had with some female friends where the topic turned to—surprise, surprise—men and relationships. One girl was expressing frustration over the lack of movement in a new relationship. After much analyzing (as only women can analyze), the statement was made that “maybe he is waiting for a signal from you.” That, of course, led to another 30-minute discussion on how she could give-off said signal.

Remembering this conversation, and hundreds like it that I have been part of over that past 32 years, I kept coming back to the same thought: “What signal? And why is it the girl’s job to wave this flag of welcome?”

Ok—Pet Peeve Confession time: I hate what Feminism has done to romance in our culture. There have been many good things to come out of the movement (higher wages, more opportunities, etc.); however, it has just about destroyed the male/female romantic relationship. Women have worked so hard to prove that they are “just as good as (or better than)” men that they have left men feeling almost unnecessary. For example: If all the players on the football team decided they were all “as good as (or better than)” the quarterback, you would have an absolute mess on the field. Who’s catching the passes or running the touchdowns or protecting the ball? No one can be the quarterback if everyone is trying to be.

The same principle holds true in relationships: if both people are trying to be the man, who’s actually the man, and who’s left to be the woman? Unfortunately, we have all seen couples where the roles have been fully reversed (and they always make us cringe, right?). In my opinion, the same confusion has been forced on our modern dating scene.

Women are told “If you want something, go after it.” Naturally, they apply this to men, but something odd happens when they do. It has been my experience that most guys don’t like being actively pursued. Now, they will all admit it is a nice ego boost, and some will even say they are fine with it. But for the most part, the relationships that I see that work and last and have 2 contented, happy partners were mostly initiated by the man. We all know the old adage that we will work and fight for what we value, so women who have to chase down and convince a guy to date them should know that they have just proven how little the guy values them.

Of course, the truth of how women feel and are intrinsically wired is seen in the love stories they adore so much. Think about it: women absolutely love love stories! Here we are all saying how much we have the right and ability to go after what we want and initiate a relationship if we want, but we idolize these classic romantic heroes. Think of the most popular movies. I personally didn’t like Titanic, but I can totally understand why every other woman in the world (apparently) did. It’s not Rose, or Leonardo DiCaprio; it is the character of Jack. He knew what he wanted, and he went after her and got her. He was willing to take a crazy risk to get the girl he loved, and nothing was going to get in his way. It’s the same story with Mr. Darcy or Robin Hood or even Edward Cullen; these men flouted society, money, protocol, and expectations to try to win the heart of their women. And deep down, all women want to be the heroine that the hero will risk ridicule and rejection to win.

Now, understand that I totally get that we can’t necessarily live our lives just waiting for Mr. Rochester to knock down our door, but as women, we must realize that whoever initiates the relationship will probably be in charge of it from that point on.

I guess the simplest way to state it is the way I always describe my attitude about it: I won’t chase a man or try to get his attention; initiating is his job. I won’t fall all over myself making it easy for him, but I will be friendly and make myself available if he should decide to approach me. Watching me, you may think I’m standoffish or uninterested; but quite frankly, I can’t flirt to save my life, and I’ve always thought the fan-girl groupie act to be childish and irritating.

It all comes down to one question: Do women want the right to pursue what we want, or do we want to feel cherished and respected and desired?

Monday, August 13, 2012

You

You

You don't know how much
I have ached for you
In all your pain. 
And I have rejoiced
For your success. 

In times of uncertainty
And despair,
I have longed to
Reach out a hand
And help bear the weight. 

You don't know I'm here--
Always watching,
Waiting for my chance
To be a part of
Your life, your dreams. 

Still, here I will stay. 
And one day, you
May look up and see
That I have always
Been right here. 

--Kari Yerton (8/2012)