Hi again! Life has been getting even more busy lately. However, I think we are all starting to get used to routine, so it doesn’t seem as stressful as when we first arrived. On Tuesday and Wednesday night, I played ultimate frisbee with my floor and brother floor against another bro-sis floor. It was incredibly exciting! At first it seemed very intense, and we girls were slightly nervous about playing, but it has quickly become one of our favorite things to do as a group! The second night we beat the other team 6-4, and we girls think it was because we usually take the stairs up to our dorm floor at the top of Houghton, which is the 10th floor. We are having a competition to see who can climb the stairs the most times, and we log our progress on a chart. We’ve counted the stairs, and came up with 145! Some of us have taken them over 20 times, so our floor is going to be in outstanding shape by the end of the semester. We also do push-ups, stretches, and situps together every night before we go to bed. None of us are extremely athletic, but it’s been fun trying to get in shape and alert for classes and homework! I’ve never had this much energy, especially on top of all the stress of college-life.

Another advantage to living on the top floor is that we are right next to the roof, which has a gorgeous view of Chicago. There are lawn chairs and picnic tables up there, and they make for perfect study areas. I’ve even played my violin up there as a different way to practice, but it’s starting to become too difficult because of the wind, and the fact that my music would blow away in one puff.

I hope to write more this weekend, but I also have to read the rest of the Pentateuch by 8:00 a.m.Tuesday. (I’m only in Numbers right now :)

I love you all! Please write me when you get a chance. Even though I’m busy, I make it a priority to check my mail almost every night.

Blessings,

April

“To God be the glory, great things He has done! So loved He the world that he gave us His son, Who yielded His life, an atonement for sin, and opened the life gate that all may go in.” (one of the songs we are playing in band)

Hi! Well, I have just completed my first week at school. Now I have tons of options concerning what to do with my weekend. I could go to a jazz fest with my band group, go to a barbecue cookout with my floor, go to a baseball game in Wrigley field for free (blah!)….or…I could even do homework, do laundry, go shopping, go swimming, practice more violin (I’ve already done the 10 required hours this week), go to the bank, decorate my dorm room with my roommate, clean the room (which never seems to work because it’s always messy again the next day!), etc.  Thankfully, at least, no one here is bored!

(Band retreat photo. We are playing the “tummy ha ha game, only saying “bunny bunny instead of ha ha.”

 

I’d like to touch a little more on the violin practicing. How and why would I consider 10 hours every week of long, hard, dedicated practicing “fun” and “exciting”? Many Moody students have actually changed from being a Music major because of the hard work involved. It’s hard at first, but this is how I think of it:

  • Playing violin for a long time is not monotonous. The more you play it, the more you experience different aspects to it. (And, the more you play, the better you sound!)
  • Being in a small, enclosed practice room for 1 or 2 hours keeps you from any distractions. You are here to build a “relationship” with your violin, and nothing else!
  • Being focused and dedicated in one area such as violin helps you grow to be focused and dedicated in everything else.

Now, that sounds great, I’m sure. However, what I’ve been struggling with recently is this: I spend 2 hours every day building a “relationship” with my violin, but only 10-15 minutes building a relationship with my Lord who loves me and has died for me. Does that sound slightly lopsided to anyone? My violin doesn’t love me. It’s just a piece of wood with a purpose: to glorify God in the sound that I make with it.  Maybe this rings a bell with some of you. Maybe you play sports after school for 2 hours, or watch movies for 2 hours, or hang out with friends for two hours. There is so much you can do with “2 hours.” Hopefully, I’ll be able to schedule a time during the day for prayer and for being transformed by His holy Word. Sure, it’ll be hard, and maybe frustrating when things come up, but the same situation goes for practicing violin. What’s more valuable? Two hours of laughing with friends, or 2 hours of getting to know the most important, wonderful Being who always was, always is, and always will be?

It is so easy at a Christian college to get into the routine of thinking about God during classes and homework, but not at other times. As one of my professors put it this morning, “If we only spend our time here at Moody “preparing” and not actually getting involved with ministry and living our lives radiantly for the Lord, our faith becomes stagnant. We take in all these spiritual ‘calories’ and don’t exercize to stay spiritually ‘fit.’” I am so thankful for my Practical Christian Ministries (PCM) program. It will start next wednesday, and will entail being an after-school tutor for inner-city children grades K-6.  It will be challenging, especially for me because I have not been very exposed to inner-city life, but I am excited that it is where God has put me, and I pray that not only will the children be changed by our ministry, but that God will work in our own hearts and that we would come out of it more spiritually mature.

May the Lord bless you in whatever you are involved in! Please let me know how I can pray for you!

Soli Deo Gloria,

April Cervinka

Hi! Sorry I have not updated my blog in a while. The freshman schedule before classes start is extremely packed, and it took a while for me to realize that a cord was necessary to use the internet on my laptop. :) Here is a little tidbit of what’s been happening.

 On Wednesday I arrived with my parents and waited for the various booths to open. Then, after being encouraged by two people to join the Symphonic Band, I explained to them I had already auditioned and was already in it. Then, I took a theory test. And then another theory test.  The ticket to getting in and out of buildings is a little black, square called a “fob.” They are “fob-ulous.” :) While traveling all over the place trying to find places, trying to acquire a fob, being completely overwhelmed at all the people and the college check lists, I was able to get moved in and meet my roommate. Her name is Jessica, and she has been homeschooled her whole life, plays the violin, and loves Spanish! She’s even from Colorado, and as I’ve lived and vacationed in Colorado before, we have much in common. It is amazing how God worked things out. Having a compatable roommate experience has been one of my greatest anxieties this summer, and I’m so thankful now, and so very happy!

On Thursday and Friday we had small group orientation classes, and also fun activities to get to know one-another. We were so busy bustling about, making sure we weren’t late for anything, trying to remember each other’s names (which was quite a challenge and still is!) and where we were from and what major we all had, we were exhausted by dinnertime! Then to defy our exhaustion, the girls on my floor and the brother floor walked to the beach and played spoons, ultimate frisbee, swam, and broke our glow sticks and stuck the glowy goo on our hands. Some people were covered in the stuff.

Saturday morning, I met with my band members to go on a retreat to Winsconsin. I got to make friends with so many people–wonderful, missions-minded, God-fearing people! It was incredible. Our band director really pushes us to do our best, to take our playing to the next level for God’s glory. Also, though, everyone plays from their hearts, which makes the music sound so glorious even though we’re still sight reading! We swam in the lake, went canoing and paddleboating, played volleyball, and I taught several of the girls some new games and a camp song called “The Moose Song.” That night we had devotions around a campfire, and sung praise songs to our most holy and awesome God and Savior!

 This morning, we practiced again and then had a small church worship service. We ended the service by letting people share what God has been revealing to them or teaching them this summer. It was very interesting how different our backgrounds are. Being a “Moody student” doesn’t mean we come from great Christian families, or even be strong, mature Christians (although many are). What makes a huge difference is what our references say about us. A Moody student has a passion for ministry, and comes to this college to study the Bible, grow in faith, and pursue what God has planned for us. Many of us don’t have everything figured out concerning the future, especially since God often changes our plans anyway. :) But, we take it one step at a time, and seek to follow His lead with everything we have.

Moody students on the beach

Moody students on the beach

 

     Soli Deo Gloria!           

  I love and miss you all!

                     ~April

I thought this was really neat. Before you actually see a man playing a harp, it may be hard to visualize, since the harp is such a graceful, elegant instrument. It’s true that they are rare, but we definitely need more of them. With big, strong hands you can go far with a harp. Let me know what you think. :)

Greg Buchanan Playing Amazing Grace on Harp

Hi from Peru (Illinois)! Well, my parents and I have had quite a vacation time. We left Thursday evening and stayed at my grandparents for two nights. Then, we drove through El Paso and Mexico! *  (It wasn’t really that exciting because we didn’t even see any Mexicans, but nevertheless we managed to do it!)

One of our stops was the famous Lincoln Museum. Everything in Springfield was Lincoln this, Lincoln that..even their Wal-Mart had pillars with Lincoln quotes all over it. At a Christian school I had taken American History, and so learned a little about the Civil War and Lincoln. What I learned was a little different from what the Museum taught, although some things were quite interesting.

What’s taught by government schools and the Museum:

  • Lincoln wanted everyone to be equal and free
  • Lincoln saved the black people by issuing the “Emancipation Proclamation”
  • Nobody liked Lincoln during the Civil War, but when he died, everyone immedietly turned him into a legend.
  • The Civil War was over slavery
  • Half of Lincoln’s face smiled, the other half didn’t. :)
  • Lincoln couldn’t/wouldn’t discipline his children.

What I learned:

  • Lincoln didn’t want everyone free. He said different things to different audiences, as some politicians do to make everyone happy.  One of his shocking quotes is this:

“I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of bringing
about in anyway the social and political equality of the white and black
races – that I am not nor ever have been in favor of making voters or
jurors of negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry
with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical
difference between the white and black races which I believe will forever
forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality.
And inasmuch as they cannot so live, while they do remain together there
must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other
man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race.
I say upon this occasion I do not perceive that because the white man is
to have the superior position the negro should be denied everything.”
Abraham Lincoln
Source: September 18, 1858 – Fourth Debate with Stephen A. Douglas
at Charleston, Illinois.

  • Lincoln did not save anyone by issuing the Emancipation Proclamation. When he issued it, he had no control over the South since it had seceeded. He had control over the North, but they had no slaves. He had control over the Border States (which did have slaves), but he specifically said the Proclamation did not apply to them. The Museum did talk about this, but did they help support Lincoln’s reasons? No, they merely explained, “Whatever Lincoln did, somebody was not happy about it.” 
  • Yes, I did learn that nobody liked Lincoln during the Civil War. I understand why he made some of the decisions that he did. He was so pressured from every side to let the South secede, but he felt it was his holy duty to save the Union at all costs. The United States would probably be different if he had listened to the voices of the people instead.
  • Half of Lincoln’s face smiled, half didn’t. Yes! See for yourself–

   

Divide his face in half. It’s really quite fascinating. The movie at the museum said that a house divided against itself cannot stand. Perhaps a face can. :)

  • It said in one his friend’s letters that Lincoln’s children would come into his office, grab inkwells, papers, documents, and whatever else they could find; pile it up on the floor and dance on the pile. (I’m sure the ink had fun getting everywhere). Lincoln just sat on the couch reading, totally oblivious to his children’s faults. This happened more than once. I thought this was really shocking, especially back in that time period when parents were supposedly more strict. If Lincoln couldn’t keep his own children under control, how could he run an entire nation??? It is extremely puzzling.

So, hopefully you found that interesting and perhaps learned something new. :) I went to the Museum fully expecting to not like him because of what I had been taught, but he really is interesting. One thing I really cringe at, however, is what the people put on the wall in Lincoln’s burial room. Among other things, it was written in bold white: “Lincoln Our Savior.” Disgusting! :P

          Blessings,

               ~April

Last Thursday, I was given the opportunity to record some of my violin pieces in my church sanctuary. The sound echoes so beautifully! I was in heaven. I ran out of things to record before I was done playing. Thank you so much, Mrs. Felich, for the piano accompanyment for Orange Blossom Special and Schindler’s List! The songs just came alive. :)

Let me tell a little about some of these songs.

Orange Blossom Special–this piece is dedicated to my grandpa, who heard me and my dad attempt to perform it last spring, and really wanted to hear it again. It was so much fun to record. I challenge you not to smile when you listen to the song; it really makes you want to laugh and dance!

Schindler’s List–I have not seen the movie yet, but from what I’ve heard it is so sad. When you listen, try closing your eyes and thinking sad thoughts. Every single time I or my mom listen to the song, it makes me want to cry…for absolutely no reason. Now that I’m leaving for college, I do have something to cry about, and listening to this piece puts me into a really somber, pensive mood. Time to listen to Orange Blossom Special again! :D

Titanic–Having not brought the music with me, the ending may seem a little odd. The acoustics in the tall sanctuary are so perfect for this piece; it emphasizes the smooth, watery, romantic aspects to it.

Pachelbel’s Canon: This was recorded with Mrs. Felich on flute and Mrs. Smith on the organ. We played it for church last Sunday, and many appreciated it. It is perfect for weddings. (hint, hint. ;)

So, stay tuned the next few days for some of my favorite songs! Please comment and tell me which ones you like, or suggest something for me to record! A favorite hymn or song; it doesn’t hurt to try. :)

in Christ,

April

I read this from http://www.modesteenweblog.com/2008/05/commitment-of-edward-ferrars.html and was blown away. It is long, but very inspiring and totally worth the time! ~April

 

 Duty, honor, integrity…these three words have almost no meaning anymore. We live in a world where infidelity and “my way is the only way” make front page headlines. Movies where one stays the course are, frankly, nonexistent in Hollywood. In time past, a hand shake was enough needed for agreements and promises; contracts and vows today aren’t even enough. So, finding a person that is just as passionate about integrity as you are is as daunting as finding a Mr. Knightley. Whereas I cannot give you advice in the general sphere of life, I can tell you where to locate an honorable man in the world of literature. Why not try Edward Ferrars of Sense and Sensibility.

Edward Ferrars was not recommended to their good opinion by any peculiar graces of person or address. He was not handsome, and his manners required intimacy to make them pleasing. He was too diffident to do justice to himself; but when his natural shyness was overcome, his behavior gave every indication of an open, affectionate heart….Edward had no turn for great men or barouches. All his wishes centered in domestic comfort and the quiet of private life.”

This paragraph does, and should, sum up our first impression of Edward Ferrars. Depending on what version of
Sense and Sensibility you watch, you will find that he is not as handsome as Mr. Knightley is. In all honesty, that first impression can put a damper on the movie for us. After all, we do enjoy watching good-looking guys. But just as we will make a bigger deal about the internal qualities of our future spouse, so should we do the same with character depictions. Beauty is only skin deep. (We’ll talk more about that in a later sketch.) A person’s heart matters so much more than their hair color, facial features, or their build.It is hard to remember that. The world puts so much stock in exterior looks that it is difficult for us not to as well. A person that has the “imperfections of body” but the gentlemanly heart can come across as weak, simpering, foolish. “But honor doesn’t go with fools any more than snow with summer or rain with harvest.” (Proverbs 26:1) In fact, it takes far more effort to stay committed when you don’t feel like it than it does to get the perfect tan. And it is infinitely better.“…The time may come when we may be very intimately connected.”
“Do have you have an understanding with Robert Ferrars?”
“No, not with Mr. Robert Ferrars—I never saw him in my life. But…with his elder brother, Edward. You may well be surprised,” continued Lucy, “for, to be sure, you could have had no idea of it before; for I dare say he never dropped the smallest hint of it to you or any of your family; because it was always meant to be a great secret, and I am sure has been faithfully kept so by me to this hour…”
“It all came out [at the Dashwoods]; and the long and short of the matter, by all I can learn, seems to be this:–Mr. Edward Ferrars, the very young man I used to joke with you about, Miss Dashwood (but, however, as it turns out, I am monstrous glad there never was anything in it), Mr. Edward Ferrars, it seems has been engaged this twelvemonth to my cousin Lucy…”
“….We consulted together, however, as what should be done, and at last she determined to send for Edward. He came. But I am sorry to relate what ensued. All that Mrs. Ferrars could say to make him put an end to the engagement, assisted too, as you may well suppose by my arguments, and Fanny’s entreaties, was of no avail. Duty, affection, everything was disregarded. I never thought Edward to stubborn, so unfeeling, before. His mother explained to him her liberal designs; told him she would settle on him the Norfolk estate, which brings in a good thousand a year; offered even, when matters grew desperate, to make it twelve hundred; and in opposition to this, if he still persisted in this low connection, represented to him the certain penury that must attend the match, His own two thousand pounds she protested should be his all; she would never see him again; and so far would she be from affording him the smallest assistance, that if he were to enter into any profession with a view of better support, she would do all in her power to prevent his advancing in it….all this, however,” he continued, “was urged in vain. Edward said very little; but what he did say was in the most determined manner. Nothing should prevail on him to give up his engagement. He would stand it, cost him what it might.”
“Then,” cried Mrs. Jennings, with blunt sincerity, no longer able to be silent, “he has acted like an honest man. I beg your pardon, Mr. Dashwood, but if he had done otherwise, I should have thought him a rascal…”

Picture this scenario in your head: It had been on the calendar for weeks. Your family was going to have a family from church over for dinner. They aren’t necessarily friends of yours—you become the babysitter so the adults can talk. Everyone is counting on you to do this much needed service. However, your best friend calls you on the phone; a whole bunch of the girls are going to see the movie you have been wanting to see since it came out….the only problem? They are doing it the night of your guests’ visit. You battle around in your conscience about what to do. You really want to go to the theatre, but you also know you had a previous obligation. What do you do? You tell your friend thanks…but no thanks; you had an engagement. When you hand up the phone, you sigh, but you know you did the right thing.Though not necessarily like the scenario above, I have had to make my own decisions about “dying to self.” It hurts; we love to get what we want. But on those occasions when we do make the right choice (and we don’t always) we realize that it brought about so much better results than what would have happened. However, deciding between baby-sitting and a movie is far less important as the choice Edward had to make. 

Marriage, contrary to what society teaches, is one man with one woman for life. It shouldn’t be entered into lightly; you need to be absolutely sure of what you are doing before you say “I do…” because once you do, that’s the end of it! Edward had to choose between his previous commitment to Lucy or his love for Elinor. Now, I will admit, I struggle with a guy falling in love with someone while he is engaged to another. But it does happen. When you read the end of Sense and Sensibility, you discover the whole story of how Edward became attracted to Lucy and then subsequently to Elinor. But the thing I love most about Edward was that he did one of the hardest ways of dying to self. He was willing to put his desires on the line so as not to hurt Lucy by breaking the engagement and producing disgrace. Only when Lucy herself broke off the engagement, and transferred her affections to Edward’s brother, Robert, did Edward pursue his heart’s longing.

Yet no matter where you look for examples of honor and commitment, there is one that pales them all. It is found in the Bible. “Your attitude should be the same that Christ Jesus had. Though he was God, he did not demand and cling to His rights as God. He made himself nothing; he took the humble position of a slave and appeared in human form. And in human form he obediently humbled himself even further by dying a criminal’s death on a cross. Because of this, God raised Him up to the heights of Heaven and gave Him a name that is above every other name.” (Philippians 2:5-9) Christ did the ultimate dying of self there is—he died, so that we might live.

But how can this all apply to us? I mean, we are not called to show commitment by dying. And the majority of us aren’t in courtships/ dating/ whatever. So, how can we do our share? It might not seem like much, but I believe that we can do amazing things by just playing our part. Christians are to be countercultural; one good way is to be a generation that respects commitments and fulfills them with honor. 

The world might laugh; we might come across as weak. But these traits described above aren’t just for sissies. In fact, it takes a lot of courage and effort. But “declare me innocent, O Lord, for I have acted with integrity…” (Psalms 26:1) Walking in such a way can only bring about blessing.

So in whatever you are doing today, do it with honor and commitment. Fulfill your obligations…even when your flesh screams to do otherwise. In this way, you will present a model of Mr. Edward Ferrars’ character to those with whom you come in contact.

                  ~Ella

 I had one of the most interesting experiences last fall, namely, a “master class.” My violin teacher told me the class would really improve my skills, that it would help me have a broader viewpoint about the interpretation of songs, etc., etc. My response to her wonderful idea: “ Yikes! I don’t think I’m good enough.” I was scared stiff! This is what I had heard about master classes:

 

  1. The teacher, or “master” is usually a world renown virtuoso.

  2. You are expected to play your best song, and then let the “master” critique it.

  3. While you play and are being critiqued, there is an audience of violinists watching and listening to everything.

  4. Even worse, your class is being video-taped.

  5. The master plays a portion of your song the way she thinks it should be played, and expects you to copy her playing perfectly.

 

To sum it up, I did NOT want to do this. I was sure that only the most advanced students were good enough to play before this outstanding, superstar violinist and survive the severe “criticism” about every note. However, my teacher insisted. My mom insisted. I finally decided that it wouldn’t kill me, so I’d go through with it. Maybe the benefits my teacher was talking about really were worth it. (And, it looks good on your resume! ;) And, I knew God would help me do my very best. Whatever happened would be according to His perfect, sovereign plan.

 

I arrived at the recital hall, where I would be playing in an hour. I dressed semi-formal, and tried to look as if I knew what I was doing. The guide showed me to a powder room behind the stage where I could practice, and nervously, I got out my violin. I could hear another violinist in a nearby room. “Wow, he sounds great!” I thought. He was playing two notes at a time, fast and furiously as if it was nothing. My piece, “Vivaldi’s Spring Concerto” never played two notes at a time. It was a pretty piece with trills, written to sound like little birds, other times to sound like a gurgling river, other times like lightening, other times like thunder. I loved my piece with all its different personalities, but still I was nervous. The guy next to me was playing a piece that was many times harder. Swallowing hard, I decided at that point to play for the Lord, not for the master. It certainly wasn’t a competition, but still I was nervous.

 

As I took my place in the recital hall, I looked at the other violinists. There were three Oriental girls, and my program informed me of the various famous people they had studied under. Then, there was a college student, the one I heard practicing in the other room. “At least he’s older.” I thought. Maybe when I’m his age, I’ll be able to play his song.” Finally, there was a little twelve-year-old girl. She looked just as nervous as I was. I smiled at her, and really prayed that she would do well.

 

I won’t describe every detail of the master class. I must confess, it being last fall, that I don’t really remember all the details. I do remember that I wasn’t first in the program, the college student was. Then, it was my turn. I took a deep breath, smiled, played Vivaldi’s Spring Concerto (not perfectly, but decently), and then waited as “Master” Jennifer Koh gathered the notes together she had been vigorously writing while I played.

 

Here is a link to Jennifer Koh’s website: http://jenniferkoh.com

She is…”a risk-taking, high-octane player of the kind who grabs the listener by the ears and refuses to let go.” –The Strad

I learned that there was a rule on how to criticize the player. You say, “good job” and then talk about “interpretation” of the piece. She didn’t point out every note I played slightly out-of-tune, she instead discussed the dynamics (loud, soft) and how to use the bow ( vigorous, excited, smooth like butter, clean, hacking, faster bow, etc.) One funny thing she talked about was making up a story to go with my song. I don’t really remember it, but it started out with one bird singing about the coming of spring, then it fades away and another bird picks it up, then the first bird, then another bird, etc. When it came to the thunder, she made me dig into the strings with my bow so hard and vigorous, I thought I would break something!

 

I was very happy to have gone, though, for everyone had learned a lot, even the overwhelmingly amazing Oriental girls. It was hard, and for 20 minutes we had to concentrate really hard and pay extremely close attention to the master who talks fast and then expects you to play again and again until she is satisfied.

 

If any of you ever get a chance to go to a master class, please don’t chicken out! Even if you just come to watch (which many do), you will still learn so much! It is almost like taking a year’s worth of lessons from your regular teacher in 20 minutes! (Which means, that having a friend or relative write down notes for you is extremely invaluable).

 

Hopefully this gave you a glimpse into the world in which violinists live. Thanks for reading!

God bless,

      April

 “I was about 14 when I found I was pregnant. The scariest part was telling my mom. I was growing up in one of those families that if you ever get pregnant, you pack your bags and go. I knew I was pregnant because I hadn’t had a period. I waited until 3 a.m. I packed my clothes, cleaned out my dresser drawers, and put my bags by the front door. I woke my mom and said, ‘I’m pregnant.’

She was sleeping, and she sat up and said ‘What?’ And I jumped off the bed.

What are you going to do?’ she asked.

I started crying and said, ‘I don’t know.’

I told her I thought my only option was abortion. I made an appointment and she was to go with me, but that morning she told me she really didn’t want me to do that. She said there were other options.” –Tatum (Lindsay)

Indeed, there are “other options.” Let us consider the options: keeping the baby or putting it up for adoption. Adoption, seemingly, is not a common choice; however, it is more common than keeping the baby. As a whole, adoption is the wisest choice when it comes to teen pregnancies because it ensures a good family, love, flexibility, and a guilt-free mother.

According to Jeanne Warren Lindsay, author and a coordinator of the Teen Parent Program at Tracy High School in Los Cerritos, California, “A couple of generations ago, many pregnant teens relinquished (gave up, released, surrendered) their babies for adoption. An unmarried adolescent who became pregnant was often hustled off to Aunt Agatha’s home in Missouri where she lived until her baby was born. Usually the young mother didn’t see her baby at all. It was placed for adoption with a family she would never meet, and the entire event was wrapped in secrecy. Her friends were told she was vacationing with Aunt Agatha, and she was urged to forget the whole episode and return to “normal” life as a teen.” (Lindsay) Today, however, the picture is far different. The number of mothers who put their baby up for adoption is, “less than four percent of the half-million who give birth each year in the United States.”(Lindsay) Why is this the case? To be frank, it is because the average teenager is not developed enough to look ahead eighteen years to decide what is best. According to the the National Review, “Teenagers generally ask not what they can do for others, but what others are thinking about them. Is it any surprise that adoption is generally ignored?” (Olavsky) They can only see their present situation, and in their torn, messed up state they look to the easiest, fastest way out.

A very clever saying declares, “Only half of all people that go into abortion clinics come out alive.” Even Ronald Reagan had something to say about it when he declared, “Abortion is advocated only by persons who have themselves been born.” Abortion took the lives of about 1.5 million babies in 2005, according to National Right to Life News. (“Fruits of Pro-Life Work”) Although it is the easiest, fastest way out, abortion is not without many longterm consequences; many of which are quite devastating to the mother. Monnica Terwilliger who has worked for many years at a counseling center for those recovering from abortion, relates,“Common post-abortion symptoms include depression, nightmares, guilt, regret, avoidance of babies, and even self-destructive behaviors. The difficulties usually get worse over time and not better. Some women are physically damaged from the abortion, and a few are even left permanently infertile. If this is your first pregnancy, aborting can double your risk of developing breast cancer; multiple abortions can increase your risk of breast cancer three-fold.” (Terwilliger) She also remembers many girls who nearly bled to death after what should have been a simple, risk-free operation. Also, consider a 1986 study done by researchers at the University of Minnesota. They concluded, “A teenage girl is 10 times more likely to attempt suicide if she has had an abortion in the last six months than is a comparable teenage girl who has not had an abortion.” (Garfinkel) This is a serious conclusion, and is definitely not something to ignore.

Well, what about keeping the baby? Babies are so cute! That is certainly an option—but only for those who can offer the baby everything it needs, such as time, attention, food, and a family to raise it properly. Think realistically. What if the mother took care of the baby herself only until the ideal time to marry the boyfriend? That is possible, but extremely volatile. Especially in this day and age, “marriage is quietly losing its place in the language and in popular culture. Unmarried people now tend to speak inclusively about ‘relationships’ and ‘intimate partners.’ In the entertainment industry—including films, television, and music—marriage is often neglected or discredited.” (Popenoe 273) Even engaged young couples may break up after they find out the presence of a baby. I remember one of my friends Jane (name changed) who got engaged in eleventh grade, but during the summer they had sex. When she found out she was pregnant, she was thoroughly disgusted with her fiancé, and promptly dumped him. I think marriage would be an acceptable choice, but only if both members of the couple approve of it, and that is mainly the big problem—many couples are not willing to take marriage seriously. Stephanie Coontz, a History and Family Studies teacher at Evergreen State College in Olympia, relates: “The purpose of marriage was to get people to discharge the duties of civil society, to govern their families with prudence and to educate their children with discretion.” (Coontz 261) If the couple is not willing to make this commitment, then would it not be infinitely better to let another couple who are eager and willing to make the commitment adopt the child?

Adoption is a wonderful choice. From the four principles in the National Consortium model, “Adoption is mutually beneficial to parent, child, and society.” (Atkinson 87) The arrangement is extremely well thought-out and organized. For one thing, the family is always thoroughly interviewed by the adoption agency to make sure they know how and are fully able to raise a family. The family must also pay a serious amount of money, which gives a good indication that they have thought through the procedure. The Family Law Quarterly states, “More than 120,000 children are adopted annually in the United States.” (Family Law Quarterly 365) Adoption is, in other words, a popular choice that many couples have made. Even though it takes a huge amount of effort to adopt, many good families are more than willing to do whatever they can for the children. The lives of theses adopted children are precious, and therefore the adoption agency checks up on each family after the adoption every year for the first five years to make sure the child is healthy, happy, and bonding well.

Tatum, the young pregnant teenager in the previous story relates her experience of when she went to a maternity home, “They had this program where you could meet people who had adopted. They brought their children to a picnic, and I said I’d babysit. There was a little girl who was three, another seven or eight, and another who was ten, and all three were adopted. They knew much more about adoption than I did. The youngest little girl asked me, ‘Are you going to have your baby adopted?’ I answered, ‘What do you know about adoption?’ She said, ‘I’m adopted and I have two sets of parents. My mommy says I’m more loved because I have four parents.’ Then she said, ‘Your baby would be so loved’–this from a three-year-old! I also got to meet my counselor’s two adopted children, a daughter two years older than me, and a son four years older. I told her they were so like her and she said, ‘You know they are adopted?’ And I was thunderstruck because they seemed so happy. I started thinking more and more about adoption.” (Lindsay)

Before the pregnant mother decides anything, she must think carefully. The long-run consequences matter just as much as the present condition. What about when the baby is a teenager his or herself? What would be best for him or her? Does the mother have exactly the right conditions for raising a child, or should she let someone else take over who has dreamed of having a baby for years and years? According to the Child & Adolescents Social Work Journal, “The majority of adopted children function quite well as adolescents.” (Benson) The joy of having a child is utterly heavenly. Picture his or her smiling face, his or her laugh, him or her holding mother’s hand and exclaiming, “Mommy, I love you!” Imagine the child becoming a very important person when they grow up; someone to be encouraged and be proud of. Adoption does not have to mean the mother will never see her child ever again. On the contrary, there are many options now to fit almost everyone with their specific situation. For instance, open adoption is “an arrangement by which children legally go to live with people who are not their natural parents, but still continue to communicate with their natural parents.” (“Open Adoption”) It is quite interesting how widely things have changed from when everything was kept top-secret about adoption. The remarkable effort and work put into the arrangement is amazing; much of the work is done by underpaid people who care tremendously about the children and their families.

Adoption is most assuredly the best choice for most pregnant teens. However, the adoption route is not a common decision because many teens are not developed enough to be able to look into the future to decide what is best. All they can think of is, “How do I get out of this horrible mess I’m in as quick and as easy as possible?” Adoption is certainly life changing; few things could be more so. It can be a huge blessing, something wonderful coming from what seems evil and alarming. This procedure is comparable to the children’s story, “The Ugly Duckling.” Despite what started out to be a dreadful looking creature despised by everybody, the “duckling” later turned out to be a beautiful swan that was greatly admired by all. Abortion, though it is extremely common, should be avoided at all costs for the sake of the baby and of the mother. Take time to decide on the right choice, not the quick and easy choice. Consider adoption.

 

 Hi, my name is April! I am almost 18 years old, and seek to serve my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and to bring Him glory as my main goal in life. This blog has been dedicated to glorify God with my writing, music, and whatever else I choose to display. I pray that you as a reader will greatly benefit from this blog, as I will!

Let me share a little bit about me: I love all Classical, Celtic, Hymns, and fiddle music. I enjoy other genres as well, but not to the same degree or respect. As I play violin, harp, piano, and sing a little, I definitely love music. My favorite instrument is violin, (though if you asked me what instrument I’d love to learn next, it would be the guitar, and then after that the steel drums.) This fall I will be majoring in Bible and Music Ministry (with violin) at Moody Bible Institute in Chicago.

                                                                    

 Random facts: I adore bunnies, dogs, and chocolate; I always put chocolate chips at the bottom of my ice cream cone to keep it from leaking, I have a huge imagination, I love gazing at the stars, swimming, cooking, and reading; I have taught piano and violin since I was 13, I’m a firm believer in spelling “worshiping” the proper grammatical way it’s been spelled for centuries, and I can usually find Biblical applications to little things in life, even peeling potatoes.

 

Also, I fervently believe that Christian teens should be actively involved in their faith. Christianity affects each and every part of our life. It applies to work, going to the grocery store, doing homework, spending money, things we do with our friends, why we do the things we do with our friends (our motive), etc. We have to constantly keep this in mind again and again; otherwise we can easily be sucked into the the world just like a whirlpool—little by little, and then more swiftly—and have a beastly time trying to escape. Only God can (and will) preserve us and keep His own separate from the world; it is by His grace that we have been set free from sin and death.

 

 

 

 

Ephesians 2:8-10: “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”

 

 

Jesus was tortured, beaten, battered, and brutally murdered—not because He sinned, but because we sinned! Few boyfriends would do anything half so selfless as to take the shame and punishment that the girl rightfully deserves—yet Christ did for us, and He calls us to also be selfless. This is far different from the world’s logo, “It’s all about ME” —as different as midnight is to noonday! How could we not fall on our faces out of love and awe, and be perfectly willing to risk even a drop of blood for Him who loves us so?

 

So, thanks for visiting my blog! I will try to post more songs every week, or at least write every other day. If you see anything interesting, or just want to say ”hi”, please comment! If I say anything you don’t quite agree with, or something that I probably should have worded differently, please let me know! I’m still learning. haha

      In Christ,

          ~April

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