Monday, November 26, 2007

Lagaan Dance

I found this old video recently of my brother and sister performing a dance from one of their favorite movies. Missionary kids are so cool.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Here we are in Mexico!  Finally I have taken this opportunity to sit and write something small for all of our readers!  Enjoy the photos!


Tuesday, August 21, 2007

A Girl Like Me

No need to describe it...

Thursday, July 12, 2007

And after this?

I recently found this on an old dvd that i had made back in the uva days. It was pretty fun to watch it all over again...

Angel Cries Salyut 7

Thursday, May 10, 2007

This past weekend, May 4, 5, 6, we went down to the town that houses our histories: Miami!! Both of our grandparents (Bill Iverson and Annette Billings Hartley) grew up in Miami, FL and it's thanks to their ingenuity and matchmaking connivance that we're together today. :) It was a great weekend of fun, fellowship, and family as we celebrated the 80th reunion of Shenandoah Presbyterian, the church Jonathan's great grandfather, Dan Iverson I, founded in 1927. He also wrote that good old tune:
"Spirit of the Living God, fall afresh on me. Spirit of the Living God, fall afresh on me.
Break me. Melt me. Mold me. Fill me. Spirit of the Living God, fall afresh on me."

Here's a photo of mom and me in front of the house I lived in for the first three years of life:

When Eric, Sara and Noa visited us in late March/early April, we decided to play a big April Fool's joke on the Iversons in Japan by calling them on April Fool's day and telling them that we had just found out we are pregnant! Both couples pretended to be pregs for the sake of the holiday. Weren't Jonathan and I shocked to find out a few weeks later that we actually ARE pregnant! much for April Fool's Day. We're due December 16. Get excited for Baby Iverson!
We found the greatest park...although, adults had to be accompanied by a child. Fortunately, we had Noa to give us some credibility when we played on the park equiptment.
More pictures of our niece Noa, her mommy Sara Beth, her daddy, Eric and her Aunt Maggs and Uncle Jon at Lake Eola...late March, early April.

He is risen! Christ is risen indeed! While we are without any pictures of this glorious occasion, we do have some lovely photos of those with whom we spent the holiday this year. Clad in pastels and sweet smiles, the Iversons enjoyed Easter Sunday with some close friends at the home of Maggie's parents, the McDougalls. We were so blessed to spend the time with several seminary families from RTS, where Jonathan attends. We loved our time with the Druens, the Dyers, Phil, the Garmanys, the Leonards, the Maynards, the Coverstones (pictured below) and the Iversons (above). Praise Him.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

I love my in-laws. Sara Beth and Eric Noll and their baby, Noa, came down to visit us this week. They brought the most beautiful love into our home, literally. Noa means "Beautiful Love" in Japanese and she is the most precious baby! She smiles and hardly cries...even though she has razor sharp teeth coming into her tiny mouth. Over the weekend, we took her to the Park with our Supper Club, below, and she was an angel.
Noa LOVES her Aunt Maggie and Uncle Jon!

We also took the Nolls with us to Lake Eola Park where Jonathan and Eric and Sara and Maggie played on all the park equiptment (don't worry...we were accompanied by a child!). We walked around the lake and had so much fun. We love our precious family!

Oh Date Night:

Although we don't have them nearly so often as we would like, perhaps that makes them all the more precious.

During Jonathan's Spring "Break," aptly termed, "Greek Week" by RTS students because they have to study Greek all week, we did find some time to do the things we always talk about doing! We took the motorcycle...

Down to Fuji Sushi, our favorite sushi restaurant just down the road, and spent one of our Christmas presents on massive amounts of raw fish. Yum! All in all, we spent only $2.36 on dinner.

Then we went to see "Amazing Grace," the new film about the life of William Wilberforce and the abolition of the slave trade. It was refreshing and moving, and Jonathan's prof was kind enough to treat us!

...Talk about a cheap date.

(We love chopsticks!)

Back in March, Jonathan and I went to the Winter Park Sidewalk Art Festival, a tradition among Winter Parkers and one of my favorite events to attend all year! The weekend was GORGEOUS--cool, crisp and sunny with clear blue skies and perfect weather. We rode the motorcycle over to Park Avenue and perused the different exhibits. One of our favorites...or rather Jonathan's favorites is pictured. These statues looked SO real! Some of them even had cellulite and chest hair. They creeped me out, but they were definitely cool.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

NT Wright

Last night, Maggie and I had the opportunity to travel to the beautiful campus of Flagler college in historic St Augustine to hear the notable (and sometimes controversial) Bishop Wright lecture on "Paul's Jewish gospel for the Gentile World." TheBishop was engaging and clever, and his wife was named "Maggie" and she sat behind us. More importantly, however, he unpacked the highly nuanced times into which Paul preached his gospel message, to show how the Second Temple Judaic conceptions of history, salvation, and eschatology affected and filtered for the hearers of such a gospel. Paul's letters are littered with the undertones of a Jewish (not separate) religion and the presupposition that Jesus Christ is not bringing a different order, but rather that he is the long expected fulfillment of the promises already within the Jewish meta-narrative. In fact, the Bishop pointed out that the Jewish story is the hinge upon which swings the door of world history, and the Messiah is the hinge upon which swings the door of Judaic history. Together, they swing to open a door for the world to enter in. Though Paul's message to the Gentiles was irrelevant to them (as they had no idea that they were in need of a messiah) he sincerely believed that by the very preaching of the Gospel, it would awaken them to the reality that the world was in a time of eschatological significance, that the curtain was pulled back, and man could now (must be) justified before the Creator of the universe. Wright went on to unpack these ideas and show the implications of how this context of Paul's message is nuanced in his writings as well as the implications of this message in the post-modern, post-secular, and neo-empirical world that we live in today. I suppose this was where Wright showed that his biblical hermeneutic is very applicable to our present situation as we Christians attempt to preach a very relevant Gospel to a culture that finds it absurd. Wright also mentioned the implications of this vis. the Judaic and Christian relationship--remembering that Christians are not separate at all from the Jewish narrative, but rather humbly accepting that, by God's grace, we have been grafted in to the story of redemption. Their story is now our story. Finally, he reminded us that this man, the present condition, is but a shadow of the future, full self. The goal of Christianity is not to leave earth and live in heaven, as heaven is temporary, but to go about bringing the kingdom of God to earth and making right what has been wronged on earth. There is yet a lot of work to do.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Regina Spektor - Fidelity

Maggie loves this song by Regina Spektor. We first heard this song when one of Magg's students introduced us over Christmas. This song, "Fidelity," breaks my heart...

Sunday, March 18, 2007

This past week (3.9-3.18) Maggs had the week off for Spring Break! We kicked it off right at New Smyrna Beach with the Garmanys. Maggie used the week to catch up on housework, gardening, pruning the crape myrtle trees that were supposed to have been pruned in February, baking and writing thank you notes. We also enjoyed the Winter Park Art Festival and all the fun festival food and Spring flowers! We love Florida. 65 degrees and bright blue, sunny skies.
Pictured: Jonathan teaches Hutch how to surf and Maggs and Ashleigh soak up the Florida Sunshine!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Well it is almost Easter again and as per usual, more proof against the resurrection! Hopefully, not too many people are going to lose sleep over James Cameron's new documentary about the alleged tomb of Christ. But for those of you whose heart has yet to stop pounding and who can't find rest for your troubled mind, take solace from the words of Steve Brown who contends that it is "no more a problem than a gnat on the leg of an elephant with rape on his mind."

If you need something more substantial than that, Dr. Köstenberger has a solid argument that pulls apart the absurd claims made by doubters.

"Surely, as we prepare to celebrate Easter, we owe a debt of gratitude to God and the way in which he has used the makers of the 'Jesus tomb' special to deepen our appreciation for Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection—the Christian gospel—and the way these events are reliably portrayed in the New Testament. The myth propagated by the makers of the 'Jesus family tomb' special cannot hold a candle to the reality of the resurrection of the Jesus of the Bible. Truly, what others meant for personal profit, God meant for our good and his greater glory."

I rabu Japanese engrish.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Hmmm...Sometimes "Mrs. Iverson" gets a little whacky at school. What a humbling occupation. Daily, I realize how unimpressed these kids are with my hourly performances. I prepare for hours every night, eyes straining and aching by the pale lamp light, only a cold draft of wind keeps me company...okay, I'm exaggerating. Nonetheless, for all my hard work, frankly, the kids really couldn't care less. Now, this used to upset me, even to the point of resentment. But now, I think I realize that children are God's perfect way of sanctifying us, that their rejections and thoughtlessness are perhaps designed, but at least used, to force us to focus only on our "audience of One." What's more, it reminds me that I, too, am careless and thankless toward those who deserve my gratitude. Thank heaven for a mirror. Thank heaven for his mercy.

Friday, February 23, 2007


One last thought for the day. I just want to make a tribute to Moleskines. I bought one yesterday with a Borders gift card that RTS gave me for being so cool. Ah yes, my little Moleskine. If you don't have a Moleskine, ask yourself this question: Why not use the same legendary little notebook that artists and thinkers for the past two centuries have used? Just think. You could be like Van Gogh, Picasso, Ernest Hemingway or even Bruce Chatwin. In an age where real quality writing has been sacrificed to the gods of media for the masses, blogs, and sound bites, there is nothing like an overpriced notebook to compel you to at least put some time into your pointless dabbling. I prefer the pocket reporter squared notebook. Fits neatly in my back pocket.

Say no evil

My Wednesday mornings are usually spent at Panera. Nothing beats bottomless coffee mugs and that loud beeping noise from the bread oven. Jonny, my English friend, is there as well. We usually have a nice conversation then turn to studies; things of higher import. While I was in line, I noticed on the girl in front of me a little smudge of grey matter across her forehead. Before opening my mouth to say that which I thought ("Hey, you've got something all over your face!") I should have looked around the store and noticed that most people were in like manner adorned and then I might have remembered that certain religious persuasions deface their face for piety's sake on this day each year. Therefore, in a similar manner, in order to enter into the rigors of true religiosity, I also entered into a lent observance. No I did not give up diet coke. Rather I chose to forgo the use of my voice. But this actually did not spring from my own will. Rather my will was conformed by a divine interjection that rendered me speechless in the manner of Zacharias, or as some might say, a slight case of laryngitis. Whichever it was, the time of silent observance has been beneficial to me, beneficial enough to account for an entire 40 days of self denial in a mere 4. I have learned my lesson...I need to shut up more.

This is a shot of Maggs and me at a Mae concert. This was a while back, but I thought it worth throwing up here, if not for any other reason but to post a picture of my beautiful wife. The concert was good too; all of the the last two songs that we were on time for.

Monday, February 19, 2007

The Sacrifice, by George Herbert

Started reading this poem this morning while being absent minded in class. Here are a few of my favorite stanzas. Click here to read this work in entirety.

Meditating on the cross and this poem struck me
as very poignant in its portrayal of Christ
on the "tree of life to all, but only me."

And now wearie of sport, glad to ingrosse

All spite in one, counting my life their losse,
They carrie me to my most bitter crosse:
Was ever grief like mine?
O all ye who passe by, behold and see;
Man stole the fruit, but I must climbe the tree;
The tree of life to all, but onely me:
Was ever grief like mine?
Lo, here I hang, charg’d with a world of sinne,
The greater world o’ th’ two; for that came in
By words, but this by sorrow I must win:
Was ever grief like mine?
Such sorrow as, if sinfull man could feel,
Or feel his part, he would not cease to kneel.
Till all were melted, though he were all steel:
Was ever grief like mine?
But, O my God, my God! why leav’st thou me,
The sonne, in whom thou dost delight to be?
My God, my God ------
Never was grief like mine.
Shame tears my soul, my bodie many a wound;
Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound;
Reproches, which are free, while I am bound.
Was ever grief like mine?

Nay, after death their spite shall further go;
For they will pierce my side, I full well know;
That as sinne came, so Sacraments might flow:
Was ever grief like mine?
But now I die; now all is finished.
My wo, mans weal:and now I bow my head.
Onely let others say, when I am dead,
Never was grief like mine.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day! We spent ours picnicking in the courtyard beside the Rollins College Chapel, where we were married this past summer. We sat in the chilly night air, under a clear sky, beside a little fountain that seranaded us with its spashing. I love my romantic husband. "Vide cor meum."

One of the greatest joys in my life at present (since we have no children or pets) is the Amaryllis blooming on our kitchen table. My dear friend, Alison, sent this to me as a bulb for Christmas, and it has been a little in-house miracle to watch it grow up into the gorgeous red flower it is now. From nothing but a dirt-covered bulb and a 1 inch shoot of straight, green leaves, this thing has sprung up into a four blossomed shoot of near perfection, and now it has another stalk ready to bloom in the next few days or so. It is a blessing in winter to be able to watch things grow, in their own timing, of their own accord, with nothing but a few drops of water and a little sunlight...Praise Him.

"He said, 'Son, can you play me a melody? I'm not really sure how it goes. But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete, when I wore a younger man's clothes."

This past weekend, one of my most beloved students gave us four tickets to the Billy Joel Concert on Saturday night in Orlando! Jonathan and I brought our friends, Ashleigh and Hutch, to the concert. Billy is, hands down, the best performer I've ever seen live. His band was awesome, as was our favorite roady, "Chainsaw" who performed, "Highway to Hell." Some other favorites we heard include: "We Didn't Start the Fire," "Big Shot," "River of Dreams," "Only The Good Die Young," "Keeping the Faith," "Moving Out," "Always a Woman to Me," and more. For the encore, he played "Piano Man." And who better to share our time with than the Garmanys!? Great concert, great evening, great weekend--"I have been a fool for lesser things..."