The Cycle Of Abuse

My daughter, along with her three kids, spent the week with us last week. Let's just say that a frantic phone call early Sunday morning drove that to happen. Two wounded people in a highly dysfunctional relationship, emotionally and mentally stagnant due to past trauma, both in grown up bodies with grown up responsibilities. 

The children suffer. As a grandparent, it is quite obvious to see the signs of this in their changing behavior. Jumping on furniture, not listening, running around like crazy or the opposite, withdrawing and saying things such as 'I'm stupid' out loud about themselves. It's gut wrenching.

My daughter moved back home when she found out she was pregnant a little over six years ago. She was on bed rest for 19 solid weeks and we made sure she was ok. The little miracle babies, the twins, were born at 32 weeks to the day. After a brief stint in the NICU they stayed with us for the next two years.

And it was glorious. I have never connected with babies on that level and they are more dear to my heart than most anything I've ever experienced so I am not used to this level of pain thinking that they may not be happy or, worse, may be in danger.

It's one thing when two grown adults, both emotionally damaged, are struggling but it is another when children are involved and the cycle of abuse is clearly seen and it seems out of my hands to do anything to prevent it from happening. It's enraging and causes me to question more things than I care to admit.

It also reveals to me how attached I am. One of the goals of any spiritual path is non-attachment (apatheia, according to the Church Fathers). This doesn't mean not caring, it means not attaching one's self to the results which, when it comes down to it, is idolatrous which is why we do not feel peace when things aren't going as we'd like them to go.

I'm not sure at this point what the solution is. All I know is it hurts like hell and I've never felt pain like this before. By clinging, the pain intensifies. How does one 'let go' in a situation like this?

"The only thing that burns in hell, Is the part of you that won't let go of your life. Your memories, your attachements, They burn'em all away. But they're not punishing you he said,... They're freeing your soul."

Signs, Signs, Everywhere The Signs

So why can't I make the leap? Grandkids? Wife? Don't feel like dealing with the evangelicals/charismatics in the family? Not up to debate? Too much effort, more easy to be a 'passive' Orthodox believer without the commitment? 

Not sure. All I know is the more I listen to these sermons the more I know that I am aligned with th't is theology and not that of the 'modern' church.  The excitement, the rock concert (or rave) vibe. the enthusiasm that is equated with "true" worship is not my thing. 

When a pastor calls for everyone to raise their hands or raise their voices to show God our "true" worship I usually do the opposite. I'm not one to do something just because someone tells me to do it. I don't always want to talk about God, God, God as after a while it ceases to lose its import. 

After five years of immigration battling when someone says 'look what God did' I am initially irritated. Not that I don't believe it but that this whole thing short changes the how of it all. I put in the hours and hours of work and stress and effort, guided perhaps by His hand (or He cleans up my mis-steps), but there is no snapping of fingers and it is suddenly done. 

I want to get into the minutiae of what took place. That, to me, is where God 'does' what He does. I am often accused of taking the credit but the opposite is true: I like to think of myself as a pliable instrument. "I" am doing the work here in the flesh but behind it all is the mystery of His machinations toward an expected end, though often that end is different than our expected end. 

This is not a name it and claim theology, at least not without the work. Perhaps we envision the end and move toward that end but this isn't a claim it and sit back. If anything. that 'naming' gives us the goal toward which we must strive. We may rest in Him but the work is done by us. 

I think I am averse to this whole 'American' Christian culture so perhaps the appeal of Orthodoxy is the fact that it is old and unchanging but I would argue it is the depth of the theology, of the tradition, which has been passed down (and not 'tradition' as empty ritual), that is appealing. 

It goes so much deeper than that of the pop theology that gets blurred with modern day self-help messages, where the goal of the faith is self-serving. There is no 'death' in much of modern Christian teaching. 

I am effectively done with the the 'popular' Christian faith and though it may have its merits it simply does not hold my interest and I find solace in the writing of the Fathers and the messages of such priests as Patrick Reardon and John Behr. 

Everything Happens For A Reason

My wife and I got into a, uh, discussion the other night about the statement, often well intended, that 'everything happens for a reason.'

I personally cannot stand the statement. Acts of heinous disregard for the value of human life all happen for a reason? Absurd, especially if we are Christian (though truth be told many Christians fall prey to this without giving the statement much thought).

The 'everything happens for a reason' statement if we are not careful makes it sound as if God planned for someone to be murdered, killed in a car crash or far, far worse, as if it was all pre-planned. Again, on that assumption it is absurd.

I hold to the view that we were created in the image of God, i.e. we are created in Christ. Christ is what it means to be truly human; we find our reality in Him. However, as fallen creatures, we are subject to sin and the darkness that is in the world. It is this that leads to the all the heinous and hideous activities we see around us; it is not God that does, or causes, this.

So 'everything happens for a reason' needs to be qualified. I refuse to believe that in the plan of God I would be sexually traumatized at a very young age which would send me spiraling down the path of addiction for decades. 

Did He know this? That is a different question. I don't know that He knows as we know but I would say that if He knows all then all possibilities are already present in Him. There is no deliberation in Him, all things, all possibilities, already exist.  Does this destroy free will? I don't believe so. I believe we have the ability to choose freely but we are limited in the choices we make based on how we are constituted. 

And our choices continue to 'collapse the wave function' of other choices. The infinitude of possible choices becomes further and further restricted with each choice we make.

Until we meet Christ. He introduces us to the unlimited possibilities of humanity. Not our humanity, fundamentally flawed, but a humanity that transcends death. We can taste of this here and now in Him but it gives us a hope in the possibility of a future beyond this mortal coil.

I would put the statement something like this: things happen and then we find a reason. Or, more theologically, things happen and the Father, as a loving Father does, has our back and what was intended for evil works for good. 

As for the 'why' of things happening. I admit this is the biggest challenge of all as we may truthfully never know. If knowing the 'why' is required for our healing we may be slow to heal and even when we do know it doesn't always help.

It is only when we find ourselves resting in Him, allowing His life to work through us, that we begin to heal and in healing we move toward becoming whole. 

Immigration, Five Years Later. Inadmissible, Removal, Terminated.

My wife and I were fortunate enough to go on a dream vacation in February/March of 2015 to Bristol, England and Lille, France. We traveled around with a friends and family for a solid two weeks and visited Brugge, Bath and Cardiff. Trip of a lifetime. I'll start with the end to get to the beginning.

Upon re-entering the United States, my wife, who is a green card holder, was flagged at Customs. I knew something was wrong instantly when it took longer than I am used to having traveled international many time before. When two other uniformed customs agents walked up and asked her to come with them I knew something was very wrong.

She was whisked away to a room near the baggage reclaim area and I was given some government speak about why. Completely baffled. So I waited. And waited. And waited for what seemed like hours. I would occasionally get a quick peek in between the slats of the Venetian blinds but it was no help.

Once or twice someone would pop out and I'd ask what's going on but was each time given the same government speak.

Finally, after several hours she was released. She was not detained but was deemed inadmissible for what we would later learn were charges, both misdemeanors in the eyes of civil law, from 30 years ago. Two misdemeanors of 'crimes involving moral turpitude' (aka CIMT) render a green card holder inadmissible. 

Here's what we learned: a green card holder is technically reapplying for re-entry into the country having traveled abroad. As opposed to a US Passport holder who is free to come and go, a green card holder is not a citizen and is therefore placed under scrutiny. Two misdemeanors 30 years old renders a permanent resident who has been in the country for 36 years inadmissible. 

And while she was not detained permanently, the inadmissible charge flagged removal proceeding against her. 

We had been married 15 years at the time and, for reasons I'll try and explain later, we never went far in attempting naturalization for her. One of the many things we learned is that marriage does not automatically grant someone citizenship. We never gave it any thought but for many, maybe even most, of the people I've talked to about this they are always puzzled operating on the assumption that marriage grants citizenship.

Nope. It's just a different checkbox on the naturalization application. It may help but it's not automatic. 

So a permanent resident of 36 years, whose parents naturalized, with a marriage of 15 years and a successful entrepreneur in the local community is suddenly told she is not worthy enough to obtain re-entry.

Once you learn the travails of our 'how not to travel' adventure you'll understand the devastation this wrought and with it the education in how the immigration system works which of course sheds a different prism on the media and government narrative of attempts being made at fixing the immigration 'problem' which is but of our own making.

I'll provide deeper details once I get a certain later in the mail but the novel worthy adventure is not over.

Stay tuned...

Closure

25 years ago I had a 'peak' experience - substance free - at the top of Yosemite Falls. After several months on the road and 26 years of bottled emotions, a catharsis came. I fully experienced, for a few hours at the top of Yosemite Falls, what the mystics call the 'oneness of being.' 

I knew of it intellectually; I had now tasted of it experientially. It was brief as was the bliss and ecstasy at having completed the hike which to seasoned travelers was strenuous, certainly, but just a drop in the bucket compared to the grandeur of the remainder of the park.

My wife and I traveled to California to visit someone whose life had intersected mine after a 20 year journey - he, along with Christopher McCandless and Robert Pirsig, had, unbeknownst to me, traveled the same terrain as I - and we spent the balance of the week on the east part of the state.

One of the reasons, and a certain denouement for me and peak experience for my wife, was to re-hike to the top of Yosemite Falls to see if I could touch the image of that earlier experience.  And we did, now 25 years older. 3.2 miles vertical via switchbacks and 3 1/2 hours later we arrived. 

Curiously, I felt nothing. Not in a negative sense just no rush of flashbacks. It did not look familiar, unable to compete with the image I had bowed down to for all these years. As we walked the terrain up top it slowly came back but with the river dried up I had little frame of reference.

As Johnette Napolitano sang, though in different context, the 'images of everything between now and then' found closure. Complete closure. I am at peace. 

Life is made up of moments and it is those moments that sustain us. 

God's Sense Of Humor

Just when I thought I couldn't take another day, I had a total and complete meltdown letting the 'F' bombs fly at will. While they feel good at first launch, the aftershock isn't so sweet. 

Rather than communicating what I feel or making peace with it through prayer or meditation, I let it build and build in hopes that maybe it will work itself out. And then it doesn't. And then I crash.

And the very next day, once it's out, those little 'signs' show themselves, God's little jab to say, 'Chill, rest in Me' (a la Psalm 46:10, my favorite Scripture).

Pain Points Us Toward Faith

God will allow us to wander and stray on our own and we can cruise along loosely thinking we're good until something happens.

Our 13 year old Golden Retriever is starting to show her age and we know a hard decision is coming soon. She has moments of falling down, lays around the house for much of the day and the responsiveness and alertness is fading.

She'll have moments where the energy returns - rolling in the grass, playing fetch as best she can - but those moments are getting farther and farther apart.

Driving to work this morning I just couldn't listen to my usual shuffle of songs and specifically put on some Israel Houghton, songs that have a specific context of worship in church, and while I didn't break down and cry I could feel the release coming. 

There is something about worship that does set us free, something that sets our spirit higher.

I know what's coming soon and it hurts as much as it has for the four other dogs that have been a staple of my life over time since the day I was born. 

As Robert Pirsig in his book Lila wrote, with a line that has always resonated with me:

…They were all walking down the road … when one of those raggedy nondescript dogs that call Indian reservations home came onto the road and walked pleasantly in front of them … [the woman] asked John ‘What kind of dog is that?’. John thought about it and said, ‘That’s a good dog.’… The woman …wanted to know what genetic, substantive pigeonhole of canine classification this object walking before them could be placed in. But John Wooden Leg never understood the question. He wasn’t joking when he said ‘That’s a good dog’.

A Light Peers Through

Work done on the sinkhole and the downspouts on the side of the house. 

Picking up some documents today for the other issue in play, updates to follow.

Learning to just breathe.

Fumbling Toward Insolvency, The Terms Have Changed

Thanks for those who have offered up support and prayers. It really does make a difference.

A month goes by quickly! 

I ditched the 203K idea. Couldn't see rolling a mortgage that will be paid off within five years into a larger balance with the repairs into an interest rate that is nearly double my current mortgage. It didn't feel right and I put it on hold.

Within a week I stumbled across a review on Yelp for a local plumbing contractor and called. They did not do the work I needed but recommended someone who did. The company came out and quoted a bid that was half of what the other two had quoted. I almost fell out.

With a handshake we called it done. Still waiting for the work to be done but I've verified the company as my electric company has them on their recommended list. Even if it isn't the permanent fix, it will alleviate the situation from worsening.

Made a visit to our attorney in Detroit which led to a phone call with our local attorney and we may have found the removal for the blockage as it pertains to immigration. Will add details of this once the news is in.

At some point in the future, we'll put our journey into writing in an effort to help others with not only the process but the mental and emotional stress that it adds. 

Thanks again if you're following this story as it unfolds. As rough as it seems we are also abundantly blessed with a daughter and three beautiful grandchildren who add unfathomable joy (and chaos) to our lives. Can't imagine life otherwise. Plus, it's what keeps us goin

Fumbling Toward Insolvency, The Terms Are In

Met with the 203k approved loan provider. It's a re-finance with the repairs included at 97% of the value of the home at the end of the loan term. 

The interest rate, HUD backed, is roughly 6-7% which is 2-3% higher than my current 15-year mortgage. Tack on $7K in closing costs and roll it into 30 years and holy crap that's a lot of interest to pay for home repairs. 

I've got a home equity LOC at almost 10% that will cover some of the repairs and can do some credit card dancing for the next few years but that will destroy by debt ratio and my credit score with it and will tack on extra balance transfer fees as I shuffle the balances around though that will be far less than the interest I'll be paying. 

This is a pretty major decision as it will put all future large purchases to a grinding halt and will throw a car lease ending in March will add even more pain. 

For someone who doesn't care about 'stuff' how did I end up here? I have some answers but not all of them. 

The root cause has to do with decisions made in weakness or out of lack or because it's what I thought we are supposed to do rather than a well thought out plan.

The journey continues...

Losing My Religion

"There's somethin' happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear."

Well, damn. I am losing my religion. It's an intellectual curiosity at the moment, a place of comfort, but I'm not sure I actually believe it.

I may be influenced by the American culture around me but the whole political religious thing has me nauseated. So too the fluffy, moral therapeutic deism that passes for faith. Or the tendency toward Oneness and the overemphasis of the baptism in the Holy Spirit, as if that is the whole point.

I dunno, something is missing. And I'm bored with it.

In fact, I've gone back, if you will, to my Dao De Jing and various Zen books to shake me out of it.

Could be a symptom of what's been going on personally, I acknowledge this, but I have no interest right now in setting foot back in church.

And that prophecy is messing with my head. This body? This church? I don't want to be there so am I falling away from the faith?

Is that why all this is happening? Am I back to third grade theology that it's all about me and if bad things are happening it's punishment? Sure feels that way.

Fumbling Toward Insolvency, The Saga Continues

This is the week we meet with our financial advisor on the 203k. After the cop drama from last week, curious to see where this one goes.

Still no resolve on the immigration front and time is rapidly running out or, more accurately, time is running more and more toward a multi-thousand dollar attorney bill.

We did schedule vacation for the Fall to head West for a story I've been tracking for 20 years. Can't really afford it but it's something of a last hurrah that may sustain us should things take a turn for the worse come first of the year. 

I remain hopeful but tire of waiting on people. This is part of the curse of the INTJ and the reason we will learn something in order to become self-sufficient and independent of relying on others to accomplish things. I'm sure we miss out on relating when we do this but after trust is broken a few times by some opportunists, mistrust turns into self-suffiency which can breed more mistrust in a never ending cycle.

The saga continues...

Fumbling Toward Insolvency (Part 6)

Came to understand why one of the lenders hasn't called me back.

We are pursuing a 203k loan through HUD to see if we can roll up all the repairs needed into a refinance option for the home and take out another 30 year loan at a reasonable interest rate rather than a set term with a much higher payment. 

The company seems to be the only one approved by HUD and it is based in a house outside of the main avenue of town. A little, uh, non-traditional but we're going to go with it to see where it leads.

Finally get a call back after last week's canceled appointment and come to find out the individual with whom we are to be working spent the weekend in jail after having been charged with a potential first degree finally involving alcohol, a police officer and a dog bite in the a**. Literally.

Is this a sign not to deal with them? 

Or was this individual removed and we'll get better service? 

The journey continues...

Fumbling Toward Insolvency (Part 5)

The journey continues...

Even banks don't want anything to do with us. We don't receive callbacks, especially after disclosing all the financial information regarding the house.

Current value is just under $60K, we owe just about half that on the mortgage. Essential are about half of what we owe, realistic repairs and upgrades needed to make the house saleable total about what the house is valued at.

Even the buy your house for cash people won't return our calls and I've tried several.

We are stuck in the middle. If we don't fix it, it's only a matter of time before it become uninhabitable; if we do fix it, we will be paying on it until we die.

I suppose we could abandon it and flee the country never to return but that won't happen, unless we are forced to for other reasons.

What a strange journey this has been.

And we've booked a flight to California to trace another story that has been evolving for 20 years which peaked about a year ago when I found a connection to the story which dates back to 1932, still living and still well. I am nervous and thrilled at this, even though we can't really afford it.

But there is a window of opportunity and I'd rather not live with the regret. 

My dog is 13 and is showing signs of age, some days better than others. 

New grandbaby, not sure I envisioned all of this when I set out but it is the reality we face. Rather than run, I am trying to embrace it and walk through it in hopes that on the other side is a story worth sharing. 

Fumbling Toward Insolvency (Part 4)

The finances are taking a toll on the relationship.

There are things we (or is that I?) want to do and right now we can't do them. We can't even go out to eat without it being painful. Every dollar spent on 'entertainment' is one less dollar toward our goal. 

Beyond paying off debt, which is the most essential goal as it is the most detrimental, there are desires we have, places we'd like to go, things we'd like to see and even people we'd like to be able to help.

A January court date will cost $3K just for the lawyer road trip alone, not to mention the hours and hours of work involved in gathering up documentation and researching for the appearance, as well as all the work involved on our end should it go forward. Quite daunting and the local work being done is not panning out and our patience, and time, is rapidly running out.

And no one really seems to give a rip.

No one calls us back for the trenchwork, sewer replacement work, quotes are not what we were led to believe they were, insurance doesn't cover any of the work that needs done, need new tires before winter, can't afford an oil change and the pressure is mounting daily.

Fumbling toward insolvency is more like waiting for it all to collapse.

I'm tired.

Perhaps I should stop with the false sense of God 'doing' something for us and just flow with the Dao and let it all go.

Fumbling Toward Insolvency (Part 3)

The estimates are in:

$14,000 to excavate and replace the broken main drain and run a liner

$8,000 for downspouts around the house

$4,000 to replace the front porch 

$4,000 to add to the back porch to prevent water running to the house 

$20,000 to support basement walls and install drainage

On the wish list:

$10,000 to replace bathroom

The kicker:

House is worth $70K if we are lucky. We owe half that on the mortgage.

Insurance covers none of this.

Buy your house for cash companies don't even want the house.

The Dao De Jing has lately been ringing in my ear:

Lay plans for the accomplishment of the difficult before it becomes difficult; Make something big by starting with it when small. Difficult things in the world must needs have their beginnings in the easy; Big things must needs have their beginnings in the small. - Chapter 63, D.C. Lau translation

Often, from a theist perspective, we are called to pray through the difficult but sometimes we miss the common sense and it is here where I find the Dao finds resonance. Perhaps there is something in Proverbs or Ecclesiastes to align with this but I struggle here when these problems of our own doings and our own choices.

I post all of the above not for doom and gloom but to look at it and face it, in print, not completely without hope, but wondering how we got here.

I won't bore you with other details such as immigration and other debts that were accumulated in fashions worthy of a 'how not to' book but I'm reminded of a Talking Heads song and there is something comforting in the absurdity of it all:

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money's gone

Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Fumbling Toward Insolvency, Continued

Talked with a financing company yesterday about a 203k option. I know nothing about this but the goal is to roll my mortgage payment into the entire repair bill for one loan with one monthly lump sum payment extended out as far as possible with the lowest interest rate possible.

Considering that my mortgage currently sits at 4% for the remainder of a 15 year loan I'm not sure this is advantageous, especially if the loan rate is upwards of 10%. It would all depend on the length of the loan and the total amount that will get paid over time.

This stuff gets complicated quickly.

Or do we use the equity line of credit sitting at a $0 balance currently just to get things underway with the eventual balance transfer to a 0% option (which is what we did roughly a year ago).

Can't tell you how many 0% balance transfers we've done over the years. While the 3 to 5% charge hurts it is far less painful than the monthly interest charges we'd otherwise incur.

Do we do the 0% same as cash for 18 months option in hopes that we can do a balance transfer (assuming enough of a credit line) before it expires and the interest is tacked on if not paid off?

And in the midst of this what will the immigration issue cost?

For that moment of gratefulness in the midst? We have not had to face this:

http://www.wfmj.com/clip/14833673/boardman-canfield-clean-up-after-flooding

There is no gloating in this. During a heavy rain, the street in front of our house will flood. I've literally woken up in the morning to find cars stalled out in it.

I feel their pain and feel the weight of the concern every time it rains.

The journey continues...

Fumbling Toward Insolvency

The journey into financial insolvency continues. I say this not out of desperation but out of facing the reality before us.

First, the good news.

I am currently employed and at the moment we are sustaining with our current debt load, making progress albeit slowly. We still have a home and two working vehicles and overall our health and mental state is good. We have food on our table and a solid support system of family and friends. 

As for the essentials, we are blessed and in this we remain grateful.

So why put my business out here? Several reasons. Therapy is one. Why to the public at large (even if never read)? There is something 'honest' about just putting it out there. As a hardcore INTJ whose business has always been private there is something intoxicating about this. Is this when INTJs flip out because their plans went completely off the rails and that foundational level of planning and comfort is shot? 

Maybe someone will relate and even find help in the shared journey or, assuming we make our way out of it, hope in the same.

Maybe, just maybe, others out there have been in similar situations and can provide help, advice or even some guidance. 

Part of it is to simply trace the journey to wherever it may lead.

An $8,000 credit card charge that arose shockingly with about 15 minutes to decide whether or not to pay it threw off the entire plan to have all credit card debts paid off by the end of 2019.

Add to that another financial issue which added another $5,000 and a reduction in income of roughly $400 per month toward the current credit card debt has pushed our plan out toward the end of 2021.

On the horizon is a new car purchase and the fact that our income taxes have been adjusted so that hopefully we will break even rather than force the budgeting for a $2-3K return every year.

The immigration debacle still looms large and unknown. Over the past four years this has cost us our tax returns and accumulated savings which is upwards of $10K and it is not done. Even if all goes well this round, there is another round to go.

Throw in twin grandbabies, unplanned and unexpected but the most amazing thing to have happened to us in the past five years, and another on the way and the unknown hovers before us.

Now for the reality:

Our basement foundation is slowly giving way and with the wettest 12 months on record the situation is rapidly becoming dire.

Our front porch is crumbling rapidly and a sinkhole is growing in front of it which will speed up the demise. Our side porch is also starting to move and we are seeing cracks in door frames, doors are sticking or closing when they have not done so before and we are even seeing cracks in ceilings around our home.

Our fear is that it will suddenly happen and collapse.

We do have a sump pump and a french drain in whatever state it's in so at this point we are not seeing water in our basement other than trickling through the cement block and the glass black windows.

But the walls are showing cracks and it is only a matter of time before something really goes wrong.

Without going too much into details we have debt that is more than our house is worth and though we owe less than the house is appraised for (not counting the repairs needed) taking on a large scale loan is a frightening thing.

We're looking at roughly the following:

$20,000 to get draining and wall repair in the basement
$10,000 to repair the front porch and surrounding ground
$20,000 to repair the side of the house (excavation, ground leveling and drainage)
$10,000 to repair the side porch and surrounding ground
$3,000 front door
$1,5000 fire place
$10,000 to replace the bathroom

Almost $80,000 to fix up the house.

The house is worth less than that and is currently unsaleable in its condition.

Do we wait for it to collapse? What then? Pay for the existing mortgage, removal of the collapsed house and build new? Think it's expensive now?

We'll pay on this stuff until we're dead or end up belly up and living who knows where on Social Security, broke and houseless.

Though we aren't there yet those are the fears that linger until a decision is made.

If you are praying folks, please pray.

Explaining The Trinity To Your 5 Year Old

Think you know your theology? Try explaining it to a 5 year old. We have a Children's Bible for our grandchildren who are five going on six. 

It's what we read to them as part of story time at bedtime. They've been involved at church since a very young age so are remarkably attuned to God and know about Jesus. 

We were reading about Easter and it's the first time I've had to explain to them about Jesus being killed. They knew this already so that obstacle was out of the way. 

But they started to ask why and I stumbled through trying to explain how Jesus, being God's Son, came down to conquer death, i.e. the 'death of death'.

The concept of 'sin' doesn't make much sense to them yet and I wasn't about to try and explain that. 

So the questions flowed. Who killed Jesus? Why? How did he die on the cross?

And then trying to explain how when he died he wasn't really dead. Well, his body was dead though where was it for three days? Then I tried to explain how our body isn't who we are. It's our soul. Or spirit, something deep inside of us.

I tried to explain death without using the word 'hell' because at five the idea of hell is freaky. They know too much about the devil. I think I'm hesitant to use certain terms in their impressionable minds as when I was a kid I used to think God was out to get me and that I was a child of Satan. I did not learn about God in a positive way until many years later.

And then he was resurrected. Who was resurrected? Where was his body? Where did it go? 

All of the ideas I have in my head about the Trinity are very difficult to explain without resorting to theological terms such as 'one essence, three persons' and 'two natures in one person'. 

It is a worthy challenge because if you can't explain it to a child it means you don't get it. Truthfully, a childlike mind no doubt more easily grasps it or isn't so bothered when it doesn't seem to add up.

The Basement

Ah, yes. The basement. That thing we've been putting off for years, that thing we missed in the inspection report given to us before we moved in (19 years ago, mind you), that thing we've tried to deny in hopes that something would happen where we wouldn't have to deal with it.

So much for that. I called a 'we'll pay cash for your house' company and after giving them the details their 'we'll call you back' was a dodge. They never called back. Even they don't want the house. The joys of homeownership.

As one who took years before I purchased an actual cell phone and operated with a voice mailbox and had an actual mailing address only operating with a PO Box, home ownership wasn't something I desired. It was something I wanted because of privacy. No drunken neighbors upstairs, can't hear the couple fights next door, no cops in the middle of the night, just privacy.

Repairs and home improvements? Hadn't given that a single thought. Now, along with the outside of the house which is the root of the problem, the symptoms, those things we overlooked or denied, are costly as well.

The deeper I dig (no pun intended), the more it unfolds what the issues are. We knew so little about owning a home and jumped the gun in preparation that these things didn't unfold until years later. We were just excited to not be in an apartment to start.

The clay pipes are obviously clogged or broken and so the French drain isn't doing what it is supposed to do. The earth is moving over time with the water that just sits and goes nowhere.

Yes, the time has come. 

As this goes it would appear we are more or less going to be building a new home. 

Join me on the journey. It's going to get interesting.