The Black Eye of Civility

It’s a little trickier than this (because everything is a little trickier).

I agree wholeheartedly with the second sentence, but it goes much deeper than politics and religion. I’ve encouraged difficult conversations and questions with my sons from the day they could form sentences (I don’t answer “Why?” it has to be in a sentence). When life actually becomes difficult, it is so much easier to think through obstacles when you have an uninhibited vocabulary of problem-solving. Every idea must be allowed on the table until it’s argued off.

On the flip side, I walk away from conversations with adults in front of my sons on an almost daily basis. They get confused, “But Dad, you know that’s not true,” or “Why didn’t you question that?” They’re used to challenging me and being challenged in a (mostly) positive way, but many people aren’t. It took me a long time not to take on every fight, I thought it was a matter of finding the right words or having a broad enough smile, to not look at it as a fight.

Here’s the problem with not fighting, it only takes one person if the other is willing to stand there and take a punch. That’s why I walk away. I can see the mental fists forming, the tightening body language, the closing mind. I don’t think you can teach this, so I try to model and explain.

Then they watch me go out on a soccer field and run dudes over, so who knows!

God bless,
Jason

Image care of Celtic Christian Tradition via Lisa Corrado.

Legoland’s Home School Weeks

Legoland Discovery Center at Plymouth Meeting Mall is a must for any Lego Maniac. Home educators have the benefit of being able to visit attractions like this during quieter hours. In the coming weeks (September 10 – 14 and 17 – 21), Legoland will host their Home School Weeks, providing discounted admission and Educational Workshops at no extra cost.

Legoland offers hours of building, playing, learning, entertaining, and downright fun. The variety of activities (laser dodging, challenge building, race car construction, reflex games, padded play zone, 4-D movie theater, free building, and more) offer children the chance to exercise their energy between sit-down build sessions. 

What-A-Great-Experience Education Workshop


Go with friends or make some there as collaborative building can lead to simple masterpieces like this.

And don’t forget to bring your minifigures for trading! They don’t have to have the 5 components discussed in the Minifigure Swap Monday post, but I still like to take figures that are in good shape as other children may be interested. This is how it works: Every employee has at least one Lego minifigure on his or her name tag and must trade with anyone who asks. It may seem weird to get close enough to see what is there, but they’re used to it. I enjoy this especially as the children get to interact with the employees and often end up in fun conversations. And every once in a while, there’s an enthusiastic trader who has a secret stash of figures they may be willing to trade. Don’t just take your construction worker because you have ten of them, you may want to bring something a little fancier in case you get a chance to find something special.

You will come away with some cool new little guys and there is no limit, so fill those pockets.

Check out the schedule for workshops and plan your trip. Don’t forget some type of home education documentation. They’re not strict, but it’s a good idea to be prepared.

God bless,
Jason

One Year on a Long Road

I’ve written plenty about my faith here.

But perhaps I haven’t written enough about how my wife and sons and I accepted Jesus Christ as our Savior twelve months ago. I was the last of us to see the light. Mary and my boys came to faith easily. I gave myself a harder road. But I never treated it lightly. I never used double punctuation. I never intended to insult the faithful, although I’m sure I did many times.

God has gifted me my whole life. I chose not to give full credit for a long time. I started to wake up when I met a girl far out of my league and fell in love. I’d been in love before, but this was sweeter, easier, more honest, closer to faith than I had ever been. Then we had our own little miracles: marriage, an unlikely career, children, and boats more love.

Even with the terrible inadequacy of the English word “love,” I don’t know a better way to describe what transformed me. Love expanded like the universe in all directions, with every hug, kiss, pot of coffee made, load of laundry done, smile, laugh, note left, gallery visited, trail hiked, fire stoked, mistake forgiven, dance, stripe earned, crisis averted, party executed, and on and on I saw love grow each day. The eternal was working in our lives and we were a part of it.

My wiring doesn’t allow me to learn lessons without some work. After Christmas 2016, I set myself to study the Bible and find out if faith in Jesus was right for me or if I was even capable of it. I joined a study group, started reading on my own, listened to commentaries, and openly and honestly discussed my trepidation in many internal conversations.

I joined that study group almost exactly one year before Mary first got sick. God knew I was a hard nut to crack; he gave me 38 years, but that last year with Mary in my life was the most important. Before I knew I had found that faith I was at Bible study and getting a little nervous that I’d soon be unmasked as a non-Christian (I’m not proud of concealing that, but I didn’t want my knowledge journey to be a focus). The group leader asked me, “As a Christian…” I don’t recall what the question was, but I had a small eruption inside of me, that feeling you have on a first date when you know you’re not getting a second date. Then it was gone. Jesus settled that storm and I answered the question. After months of working my brain, my heart let it happen.

I believe wholeheartedly in the Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. A lot of it is hard to understand and I certainly don’t understand half of it. I haven’t and will not stop studying. I’ve known the Holy Ghost to be working in my life for a very long time. I worked through more than a couple belief systems to come to monotheism. The Son, Jesus Christ, was my stumbling block, I found him in scripture and now find Him the most accessible model and guide for my life. I know… “Monotheism AND the Trinity!” I am still asking questions and excited to engage in any honest debate.

As I look back on my first year as a Christian I see a soul that can now find peace in the most treacherous of times. I’m connected to the eternal and to the now. I’ve got a permanence in my life that was impossible without faith in God. I’ve got work to do here on Earth, but this is not where I will come to rest.

God bless,
Jason

“I’m gonna push my life today”

Music is a minefield. I often come close to that idiot teenager who thought every song was mocking him when he got dumped.

Lenny Kravitz’s “Push,” has a lot more than a couple lines that hit home. It doesn’t speak to every moment I live, but it accurately describes my current mindset. Things aren’t easy, but I’m trusting in God and determined to push through each day. I get up early and I see the Kingdom past the beasts and the darkness.

Also, Mary would really dig shirtless Lenny in the video.

Push

It’s barely morning
Cars are roaring
The city’s moving fast


My momma’s calling
But I’m stalling
Living in the past


It’s time to face the world in front of me
And make the best of this reality


I’m gonna push my life today
Push to make a better way
Gonna push ’cause I got to carry on


I’m gonna push the clouds away
Push so I can see the way
Gonna push until I find my way home


The jungle’s swarming
Beasts are crawling
They’re all along my path


But God’s adoring,
Love is pouring
I’m gonna take a bath


I am swimming in a violent sea
Trying to find out who I’m gonna be


I’m gonna push my life today
Push to make a better way
Gonna push ’cause I got to carry on


I’m gonna push the clouds away
Push so I can see the way
Gonna push until I find my way home


I can feel it come together
I know God has a plan, oh yeah


Oh, I see the kingdom through the shadows
But it’s all gonna pass
I’m gonna push
‘Cause my Lord ain’t gonna let it last


I’m gonna push my life today
Push to make a better way
Gonna push ’cause I got to carry on, oh yeah


I’m gonna push the clouds away
Push so I can see the way
Gonna push until I find my way home
I’m gonna push ’till my Lord brings me home


Oh oh, oh yeah
‘Till I find my way home

-Lenny Kravitz

God bless,

Jason

A Vision of Great Hair

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I haven’t had more than two dreams about Mary since her passing. As vividly fantastical and confusing as my dreams have been, sleep has been a safe harbor from direct memory.

I have had waking visions. The most poignant was when I witnessed Mary’s soul going to Heaven. As her annual Dewey Beach Girl’s Weekend approaches, I’d like to tell you about another one that’s a bit more fun.

It’s pretty simple. From a distance I saw Mary standing with Jesus, looking off in the other direction. As the scene drew nearer I noticed some interesting details of Jesus’s appearance. He was broad-shouldered and bare-chested. His long hair was up in a man bun. I never saw their faces, but I know her smile was also broad, holding back that laugh. She was letting me know that she’s just fine, that being with Jesus is even better than we dreamed.

God bless,
Jason

Loud, Dirty, Stinky Education

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Demolition derbies, dirt tracks, drag races, stock cars, monster trucks…these are the things that excite children young and old.

Our area is hosting some amazing motor sports events between September 13th and 16th. 

To kick-off the weekend, FirstEnergy Stadium in Reading, Pennsylvania will be home to the Mopar Mega Block Party on Thursday the 13th. This free event starts at 4:00pm with monster truck rides and a car crush by Raminator and will include everything from race simulators to a bounce house to live music. The night will be capped off with a fireworks show wrapping before 10:00pm.

The Dodge National Hot Rod Association (NHRA) Nationals will happen from the 13th to the 16th at Maple Grove Raceway in Mohnton, Pennsylvania, and feature the loudest and fastest cars you will ever see. There is a free education program on September 14th for ages 13 and up that includes a ticket to the race. Beyond this program, there are great learning opportunities for the curious child. These men and women love to talk about their cars and you can get a semester of STEM in the pits before a race.

If that isn’t enough noise and action for you, Bridgeport Speedway in Swedesboro, New Jersey, will feature the Monster Truck Throwdown on September 15th and 16th with EIGHT trucks competing for glory. Head over to Groupon for discounted tickets. Don’t forget to get there early to see the trucks up close, these man-made beasts are amazing.

If you haven’t been to events like these they can seem a little intimidating. But as long as you’ve got water, sunscreen, and ear protection, they can be a lot of fun. Generally, the spectators are relaxed and there are plenty of breaks in the action to get ice cream or take a walk away from track side.

If you’re still not convinced, take a look at Creamery Tire’s Customer Appreciation Day in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, on September 23rd. The iconic Bigfoot will be the highlight of a fun, free, family-friendly day. The day starts at 4:00pm with fireworks at 8:00pm. Getting to see just one monster truck crush cars in front of you will give you the bug to see more.

Inspecting the carnage.
Crushing off into the sunset.

God bless,
Jason

Growing Through the Damage

Mary’s favorite magnolia is planted too far north. In winter we would find ourselves with brooms in a snow storm knocking the snow and ice from the leaves and branches that carried too much weight. At times I thought it was folly. This tree seemed so strong that any damage would surely be minor. Indeed, after particularly hard winters, it would bloom longer and more beautifully.

In the wake of Mary’s death, God gave me a sense of strength to rival that tree. He also gave us a March storm. I waited too long to clear the accumulating snow. I heard the crack of a low branch and cursed my pride. I let Mary’s memory chide me and I felt stupid and small as I scrambled up and down the icy branches to prevent any more harm.

The break was significant and the branch needed to be removed properly. It was also in full view of the picture window, a reminder that I wasn’t taking care of everything. And yet, I didn’t get to it. I’ve got a lot of excuses, but maybe I liked that reminder to keep my pride in check.

Spring and summer continued on in a dreamlike road trip and the half-snapped branch awaited my return.

It’s late July before I inspect the break again and resolve to prune the unhealthy limb. But it doesn’t look unhealthy. All the leaves are green and there’s…a bloom? This is the shady side of the tree and I’ve never observed any blooms there before. In July? It’s usually done blooming in early June.

The limb is low, but not touching the ground; the break is splintered and bent, but not worsening; and the tree just looks happy.

I brought the fragrant, unlikely bloom inside and placed it a bowl with water and some of the rocks my sons had collected on our road trip. I’m a born romantic, new believer, and sucker for a good metaphor.

Maybe that broken feeling inside isn’t as bad as it seems. Maybe you can still bloom without much sunlight. Maybe at the unlikeliest time you can find hope.

God bless,
Jason

A Tale of Two Much Ados

Shakespeare has been a series of bookmarks in my life since a dismal introduction in high school. Not only did I survive that lifeless effort, but through books like A Thousand Acres and movies like Ran, I discovered that these stories need to be told and retold.

Just after Westen was born, Mary and I took him to DelShakes‘ production of Twelfth Night. Almost nine years later, I took him to Resident Ensemble Players’ rendition. This time he didn’t sleep through it, had a little brother, and didn’t have a mom. Nine years and a lifetime.

Shakespeare understood humanity in a way that transcends 400 years of social upheaval and put it on stage in a way that no one could today. I need that kind constancy, we all do.

In its last week on stage, I experienced DelShakes’ Much Ado About Nothing twice. It is hard to imagine two moments during the same run being more drastically different.

Wednesday’s performance would have been rained out if not for The Resurrection Center‘s generosity in offering their altar as a stage. I volunteered for the event and got the opportunity to watch the performance from the pews. Sitting there alone, I thanked God that this was a comedy. I tried to focus on the brilliance of these actors working on an unfamiliar stage, creating something beautiful on the virtual fly. That ghost of no one would not leave my side. I couldn’t field any questions, couldn’t whisper “I LOVE that line,” couldn’t laugh and squeeze a knowing hand. The better the moment on stage, the more intense the pain. The raucously joyful end scene held little comfort. I composed myself and kept as busy as possible during intermission and exeunt. Then, exposed to another part of me that is gone, I was broken in half. When Mary met me I frequently attended concerts, movies, theaters, bars, and wherevers on my own. Now? The soloist is gone and the partner is gone. It’s not heartbreak, it’s personality break. I had hoped it was below 50%, but I’m not certain. Fear and emptiness took hold of me for days.

Four mornings later I awoke with little energy, but just enough quiet determination to go see that damn play again. Maybe it was Poe’s heartbeat, maybe my stubbornness,  or maybe it was that I wouldn’t let my pain rob my sons of an experience they deserved to have. Whatever it was, I set to take them out for a night of Shakespeare.

The weather was perfect and the boys ran off to find friends before the show. I leaned back in my low-profile backpack chair to peruse the program and found an antidote to my apprehension over doing this to myself again. A “From the Director” letter that seemed to be aimed right at me. Bi Jean Ngo easily read Much Ado as a play about healing. I needed Miss Ngo to spell it out for me. These characters put barriers in the way of love; Claudio a soldier, Benedict and Beatrice self-declared permanently single, even Hero allows herself to be ‘dead.’ They all end up escaping their pain to permit love.

I don’t know what my path will be through grief. In a way, I’m less sure than ever of how it will happen. I am confident that it will happen. With a little Shakespeare, a lot of these smiles, and a focus on healing, I’m going to build something new.

God bless,
Jason

 

 

 

From the Director of Delaware Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, Bi Jean Ngo:

A year ago, I experienced exquisite heartbreak. It was the kind of all encompassing, devastating heartbreak that pitches a person into weeks of sobbing into a pillow and into compulsively spending whole paychecks on tubs of ice cream. It was painful, particularly because I’m lactose intolerant.

I didn’t think I could recover, and when I really thought about, I was terrified of mending my heart, because it might get crushed again. I just wanted to construct an impenetrable armor underneath which I could protect my ego and my fragile heart. I was in battle mode, refusing to expose my vulnerabilities.

In that moment, Delaware Shakespeare offered me an artistic challenge and opportunity.

David Stradley asked me if I would direct this summer’s production of Much Ado About Nothing. At first, I was scared that I was in a rather dark place to think about directing a romantic comedy. I re-read the play, and through the lens of my heartbreak, I could see so clearly how the world of Much Ado is about healing that heartbreak. Beatrice and Benedick are two worldly, intelligent people who use their searing wit to wall themselves off from love. From the beginning of the play, we sense a history of unresolved pain between them. Their friends and family help bring Beatrice and Benedick towards a realization of love for each other, and we get to experience their sublime joy when they allow themselves that love.

There is further healing of another sort. When the play opens, the community of Messina and Leonato’s family welcomes home a band of soldiers led by Don Pedro. The soldiers have fought in the wars and come home to a beautiful land filled with vibrant, gorgeous, generous people. We experience the reintroduction of the war veterans into their community through celebration and affection. Claudio falls in love for the first time when he sees Hero. Benedick and Beatrice reconnect. Don Pedro sheds the command of an army and takes command of playing matchmaker, declaring himself as a Love God.

Then there are the moments of conflict filled with gossip and slander that rip apart these romantic binds. We see what happens when men take sides against an innocent woman based on assumptions.There is heartbreak.There are tests of loyalty. And then there is healing, the kind that comes with acknowledgment of misunderstanding and with the generosity of forgiveness.

A couple of members of our cast (Krista Apple & J Hernandez) and I spent some weeks exploring Much Ado through conversations with some of our most vulnerable populations in Wilmington. Our new friends lived through incredible heartbreaks and adversities, and still opened their hearts and minds to us, sharing their thoughts candidly. We were inspired by their incredible strength. We gained insight and clarity about the world of Much Ado which helped shape our work during this production. It’s a thin line between love and hate and love and heartbreak. Choosing to love another human being takes courage, humility, and acceptance.

In the play, we witness a community that celebrates love and connection. And right now, we’re living in a time when there’s a lot of fear about connecting to the unfamiliar and a lot of people who act upon false assumptions. I hope that Much Ado brings all of you joy and romance and encourages everyone here to speak and act from a place of love.

-Bi Jean Ngo

Artful Campers

Letter writing, museums, and camping have something in common. They take time. This summer, we took time to enjoy many moments away from the seemingly immediate demands of modern life. We got away from devices and noise and experienced the subtleties of life we so often fail to perceive.

We took time.

Delaware Art Museum is inviting families to take time together in the Copeland Sculpture Garden for twilight art making, moonlit sculpture tours, and bedtime stories during their very first campout on August 18th! Tent camping will happen in the Garden and limited space will be available inside for sleeping bags.

The Labyrinth at dusk, the sunset light falling on Crying Giant, the colored lights of the Museum at dark…this promises to be a special evening.

It will be extra special for me and my sons as the Museum has dedicated a magnolia tree to my late wife, Mary Kathryn Zerbey. It has yet to have a plaque, or made official with a ceremony, but it is a touching gesture to have a permanent place for Mary at the Museum she introduced us to seven years ago.

I had left my job as a proofreader and editor to care for our sons. Mary knew me to be restless and sent me to the Museum. After a stroller tour and a Glory of Stories, we were hooked. Not just to Delaware Art Museum, but all museums. We’ve delighted in countless hours in collections of varied stripes. They’ve become a focal point of our educational lifestyle. Places where knowledge isn’t just discovered, but applied, challenged, connected, explored, and brought into full color and dimension.

An opportunity to spend 13 (or more) hours in a corner of our world that has brought us so much value? Oh yeah, we’ll be there August 18th.

God bless,
Jason

 

The Wrong System Restore Date

During Mary’s final days, I was inspired to take my sons on a real adventure. Mary took every opportunity to spend time with her family. Not one vacation hour was ever held over year to year. She was present as often as possible and we are (literally) eternally grateful for the time we all had together. She would amass her paid time off and start rigging the calendar in January to prepare for her favorite two weeks of the year, and by December we would have her all to ourselves to close out each year. But we never took time for a proper road trip adventure.

It took me three months after Mary’s passing to pull out of the driveway in a borrowed 19-foot RoadTrek 190 with little idea of how long we would be gone or how far we would go. After nearly seven weeks and 3,000 miles of visiting with friends and family, wandering, and exploring, we rolled back into that driveway and we had gone far.

But I messed up.

In the three months between Mary’s death and the trip I had started to develop our new life. Laundry, dishes, meals, bedtime, church, play, rest, blogging, personal business sorting, soccer, jiu-jitsu, Facebook engagement…everything was different in small and large ways. I was watching the changes, analyzing them, and through trial-and-error and important prioritizing, I was internalizing and owning those changes.

I thought the road trip would be an extension of that process. A way to prove to myself that the Zerbey Three could love each other, adventure, and still get the basic practicals done. It felt that way for six weeks and three days. Then I got sick with a nasty stomach bug and was blessed to be staying with Mary’s parents. I know I’m not going to do this alone, but I was almost incapable of providing for my sons and lying in bed thinking about what was next. Going home. It was one of those changes I hadn’t faced. Mary wasn’t there to build the ready-for-the-car pile in the hall. Mary wasn’t there to negotiate our departure time. Mary wasn’t there to wrangle with her mom about how much food we’d take with us. All of a sudden, she was gone again. Driving home, I had that empty passenger seat and no one to figure out what “had to” come in the house tonight and what could wait. I lost all the rhythms I composed in those first three months. I didn’t have enough food in the fridge and the washing machine wouldn’t accept any quarters.

I’ve got to look at this reset as an opportunity to do things better. I made a ton of mistakes in those first months. I hadn’t elaborated a perfect system that’s now lost. I had a survival system that would not last and now needs a full rebuild. So, I’ve got my first pot of coffee and blog post going. I think that’s something.

God bless,
Jason