Thursday, October 3rd, 2013

T4A: Thursday Tweets


I’ve heard sometimes from my FB followers that the number of posts from a conference can be overwhelming–and let’s face it, annoying when they keep dinging in every time you turn around. So here are today’s all together at one time.
NoelPiper4:44pm via HootSuite

My mind went to Russian orphanages today. Not many happy endings for the little ones abandoned to the state.

NoelPiper11:18am via HootSuiteShort-term missions: watch, learn, don’t try to fix everything. @DianeLynnElliot #T4GCon


NoelPiper11:07am via HootSuiteEarthquake damage is still very visible in Port au Prince. There are so, so many orphans in Haiti.#T4ACon


NoelPiper9:59am via HootSuiteEst. 153 mil orphans doesn’t account for 100 mil street kids,1-2 mil trafficked kids, & nations’ underreporting, @DianeLynnElliot#T4ACon


NoelPiper9:51am via HootSuite6000 children are orphaned daily because of the AIDS crisis. @DianeLynnElliot #T4ACon


NoelPiper8:55am via HootSuiteIf we’re not specific about who God is, we may be inviting people to worship their own idea of god, not the true God. @mike_reeves#T4ACon


NoelPiper8:37am via HootSuite“Incomprehensible”: We can know God & understand him, but not comprehensively @mike_reeves #T4ACon


NoelPiper8:27am via HootSuiteOur culture’s problem with God has shifted from facts like Does God Exist? to personality: How can God be like that? @mike_reeves#T4ACon


NoelPiper8:18am via HootSuite@mike_reeves is the author of Delighting in the Trinity: An Introduction to the Christian Faith.

NoelPiper8:10am via HootSuite@DianeLynnElliot, speaker at #T4ACon, is author of The Global Orphan Crisis: Be the Solution–Change Your World.

NoelPiper8:04am via HootSuiteToday #T4ACon: Enjoying the God Who is Love, @mike_reeves, & The Global Orphan Crisis: What it is & what to do about it, @DianeLynnElliot.


There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?


A couple years ago, I told our own adoption story. It begins here

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Wednesday, October 2nd, 2013

T4A: Abandoned to the state

T4A-NatCon-2013-FlyerToward the end of 2012, our legislature and president passed the Magnistky Act, barring the entrance of Russian officials implicated in human rights violations. Russia retaliated in January 2013 by banning adoptions from Russia. That meant 46 American families would not bring to their homes the particular children whose names and pictures had already become part of the prayers and hopes of their hearts.

Now their children remain in the antiquated orphan care system in Russia, where large, regimented, institutional orphanages are still the standard. As I talk with people who’ve been in Russian orphanages and search the Internet for information from reputable sources, it doesn’t appear that much has changed since the 1998 Human Rights Watch report entitled Abandoned to the State: Cruelty and Neglect in Russian Orphanages.

Abandoned to the State lays out, step by step, the path of an orphan from birth to 18, if the child lives that long. It reads like an ominous choose-your-own-adventure book, except it’s not an adventure and there aren’t many happy endings.

From birth till 9 months or 1 year old, a baby abandoned at a hospital remains in the abandoned-baby wing of the hospital, in which babies with special needs are separated from the others. When the paper work is done, an apparently “normal” child goes to a baby house. If there are any signs of disability or ill health, the child goes to a “lying down” house. From now on, the only change for a “lying down” child will be to the “lying down” house for the next age group, and the next . . .

At age 3 those in the baby house undergo an unscientific, seemingly arbitrary test, after which they are sorted into 4 groupings which define their future life of institutionalization:

  • Educable: Age 3-7, lives in a preschool house where there’s some basic education, and from which the majority of adoptions happen(ed). Then age 7-17, the child lives in a children’s home, from which he or she walks to public school, where orphans are ostracized, considered to be society’s refuse.
  • Slow:
  • and
  • Perceived cognitive disability: Boarding school with some education onsite with a slow pace. At best, a 17-year-old probably has gained about a 6th grade education.
  • Ineducable: Considered to be incapable of learning or independent living, so is moved into a children’s sanitarium, then later to an adult sanitarium.

So far, what I’ve written is really only itinerary, not speaking of anything personal or emotional on that road from one age level to the next of orphanage life. Rather than risking passing on hearsay, I’ll quote Human Rights Watch:

Soviet-era policies and practices persist in Russian institutions. Renowned for its centralized control, the sprawling system of internaty [orphanages] for abandoned children was inspired by the Soviet philosophy favoring collective organization over individual care, and the ideal that the state could replace the family. Regimentation and discipline were integral to this philosophy, and restricted access to the institutions apparently permitted the director and staff to operate with impunity.

You don’t have to be an excellent between-the-lines reader to understand the atmosphere of the place and the vulnerability of the youngsters–among whom are the children whom 46 sets of parents expected to be enfolded in their families by now.

Pray for those parents, for their children, and for all those tens of thousands of children in Russian orphanages.

QUESTION: What has been your experience with Russian adoption or orphan care?


A couple years ago, I told our own adoption story. It begins here

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Wednesday, October 2nd, 2013

The story that changes everything: C.S. Lewis & adoption

T4A 2013

On this Wednesday, the middle day of the week, I’m in the middle, between two conferences.

Last weekend I was in Minneapolis for the Desiring God National Conference 2013, focusing on C. S. Lewis. This weekend I’ll be in Louisville, Kentucky, blogging at the Together for Adoption National Conference 2013 : The Story that Changes Everything for Us and the Fatherless.

Standing here between 2 excellent gatherings, I don’t feel as if it’s a great shift of mind from one to the other. There are connections between my attraction to C. S. Lewis and the focus of Together for Adoption.

The Story that Changes Everything for Us and the Fatherless: As I said when I had my 10 minutes at the DG conference, “Latecomer to Narnia”, stories speak to me. Lewis was an author of stories, reflecting his creator, about whom the Psalmist wrote: “in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them” (Psalm 139:16).

The Story that Changes Everything for Us and the FatherlessThink of so many of the children in Lewis’s stories, left parentless by circumstances. Peter, Susan, Edmund, & Lucy for their own safety sent from their parents because of the London Blitz. Eustace, whose parents had their own lives to live. Digory, whose mother lay dying.

The Story that Changes Everything for us and the Fatherless: All of Lewis’s writing, fiction and nonfiction, sprang from the desire of his heart: “The salvation of a single soul is more important than the production or preservation of all the epics and tragedies in the world.” That is at the heart of T4A also: “’Adoption’ in our name does not refer to adopting children, but to the theological reality of our adoption in Christ.”

Adoption: Finally, Lewis was an adoptive parent. At age 57, Lewis married Joy Davidman Gresham, who had 2 sons. They became sons to Lewis.

And so, it is an easy transition from one conference to the other–more of a continuation with a closer focus.

There’s still time to join me in Louisville

Together for Adoption

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Tuesday, October 1st, 2013

Latecomer to Narnia

c s lewis

2 October 2013: The audio of my presentation is available online now.


Last weekend Desiring God held its 2013  National Conference–The Romantic Rationalist: God, Life, and Imagination in the Work of C.S. Lewis. Friday afternoon was filled with 10-minute Small Talks. I used my slot to think out loud about my introduction to Narnia and the effect in my life.


I’m the oldest of 10 children. Of course, in a household that size, there were plenty of responsibilities for all of us kids. Any one of us standing still with empty hands was a target for the dreaded, “Oh, you’re not doing anything. . .” followed by something to do.

Fortunately for me, it was understood that homework was a priority. That became my retreat—not mainly for doing homework which I finished quickly, but for reading. My fat, boring history book was a cover—literally—for the library book of the day, and the skirt of my chair was the screen to hide my contraband pleasure shoved hurriedly under the chair when I heard parental footsteps headed my way.

From the time I could read, I did. I can still tell you most of my favorite books from the library shelf at the back of each grade’s classroom in our country grammar school—The Little Girl with Seven Names . . . Little Lord Fauntleroy . . . Caddie Woodlawn—stories I could sit down and enjoy again today. They must have been good books, because as Lewis said,

A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children’s story in the slightest.

But no Narnia. I hadn’t heard of C. S. Lewis or Narnia. God was saving me from Narnia. The hour had not yet come. I think that at that time, I would have gulped down each Narnia story at one sitting and then raced on to something new.

Then came the day in 1965 when Narnia’s hour was drawing nigh. I stood on one side of a door, and waved goodbye to my parents and brothers and sisters. Then I turned and walked through that open portal and disappeared from their sight and was transported—not quite instantly—from the Atlanta airport to O’Hare—my first ever flight.

There in college, I entered a world I had never known—a story I had never lived. Almost all the characters were close to my age. Once in a while, I heard my parents’ distant voices calling into my fantasy world, mediated faintly through an invisible agent whose magic incantation was “number please” (no dial phones yet in my small hometown and phone numbers of just 3 or 4 digits). They were far away.

But in my every day story? I wrote the plot. Yes, there were class schedules and professors, but I chose when, where, how, and whether to obey. I was free.

My problem, though I didn’t realize it, was that I didn’t know who I was in this new story and what role I played. I didn’t know what character I was.

I fell without much thought—and certainly no effort—into being Peter Pan. I reveled in this life. Fun. Friends. Freedom. No responsibility. My motto was “I don’t want to grow up.” I thought that was cute.

So, for example, if the night is sweltering and there’s cool water spraying up right there in the center of the campus lawn, why not dance with friends in the fountain—until the oldest college trustee hobbles up and ends it furiously, “What are you? A bunch of existentialists?”

Francis Schaeffer had been on campus one of the first weeks of my freshman year. The main thing I took away from his daily chapel messages was that he was the first person I’d seen in real life wearing knickers, and that when other people would have said pseudo-intellectualism (if they even used that word), he said suede-o-intellectualism. I had pretty much no idea what he was talking about, except that existentialism—whatever that was—was not good. I didn’t realize until later that Peter Pan could be the poster boy for existentialism.

(By the way, if you want to know one of the big differences between me and my husband, here’s a good place to mention it. I hadn’t met Johnny yet, but he probably really dug what Dr. Schaeffer was saying.)

But what I dig—then and now—is stories. Stories speak to me. My mind stays with me when I’m hearing a good story. I learn so much from stories—about God, life, people, places, relationships.

And now Narnia’s hour was upon me. At Wheaton, the sainted name of C S Lewis hovered in the air. People spoke casually about Narnia as if that was where they’d vacationed last summer.

If this were fiction, I’d tell you about the earth-shaking moment when I turned the first page of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Truth is, I don’t remember actual reading the Narnia books. What I do remember vividly are particular moments in the stories and what happened to me and in me afterward.

Just recently, I was chatting with one of our 8-year-old grandsons about the difference between adults acting like children in a good way—childlikeness—or in a stupid way—childishness.

For me, the most memorable moment in Lewis is a picture of that difference. Here’s the setting: Aslan humiliated, slaughtered. . . Susan and Lucy grief-stricken at the impossible. But then:

There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane. . . stood Aslan himself.

The awesome, mighty, living Aslan invites them to climb up high onto his back. And here’s my quote:

It was such a romp as no one has ever had except in Narnia; and whether it was more like playing with a thunderstorm or playing with a kitten Lucy could never make up her mind.

There it is: childlikeness at its best. A romp like a child, yes. Playing like a child, yes. Playing as with a kitten like a child, yes.  A lion as playful and soft as a kitten, but at the same time a kitten as perilous as a thunderstorm—“Of course he’s not safe, but he’s good.”

I wasn’t changed overnight, but I began to trade Peter Pan for Lucy. I understood Lucy, and she was the kind of person I wanted to be—With all the best traits of a child—brave, loyal, curious, truthful.

But not perfect, and so Lewis’s Lucy made me look at myself through clearer eyes. In Prince Caspian, when she sees Aslan, but the other children don’t, when she can’t persuade them to go toward Aslan, I say, “NO! Lucy! Don’t follow them. Go to Aslan!” And yet, I wonder, What would I have done?

Narnia was one of God’s good tools, turning me from childishness toward the desire to be childlike.  The kind of child that can enter the kingdom of heaven.

That led me toward imagination. Imagination is childlike and Narnia opened my heart’s eyes to imagination—not make-believe, but imagination. My second favorite Lewis scene is Narnia’s creation in The Magician’s Nephew. It’s a long and glorious chapter. Here’s just one small part:

A voice had begun to sing. . . . Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. . . . It was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound [Digory] had ever heard.

Then two wonders happened at the same moment. One was that the voice was suddenly joined by other voices; more voices than you could possibly count. . . . The blackness overhead, all at once, was blazing with stars. . . . The new stars and the new voices began at exactly the same time. . . . You would have felt quite certain . . . that it was the stars themselves which were singing, and that it was the First Voice, the deep one, which had made them appear and made them sing.

Sometime after reading that, I walked along a Wheaton street one dusky evening. Peering through the twilight into the next block, I saw a regal collie—one of my favorite kinds of dogs. As I came closer, the collie melted back to what it really was—a pile of golden autumn leaves.

Ashes to ashes. But in between is life. Leaves to leaves. But in between, my imagination was wakened to see a glorious Narnian creature. I could hear more and see more.

The last most memorable scene in my top-3 came when I traveled to Perelandra, the planet that hadn’t yet experienced sin. Ransom is wandering alone through an Eden-like forest of unimaginably luscious fruit.

As he let the empty [fruit] fall from his hand and was about to pluck a second one, it came into his head that he was now neither hungry nor thirsty. . . . What desire would turn from so much deliciousness? But for whatever cause, it appeared to him better not to taste again. Perhaps the experience had been so complete that repetition would be a vulgarity—like asking to hear the same symphony twice in a day.

Why do I remember this passage? I don’t know. Maybe because the thought was so foreign—not to take a second helping of a glorious taste? Maybe because I was grasped by the idea of something so perfect?

And that’s a good place to end—with perfection—where God means to take his people. He uses many means to get us there. And for me, Lewis’s fiction has been pictures, tastes, experiences that are shadows of what is to come.


The DG National Conference main sessions all are available free online in a choice of video or audio only.

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Tuesday, September 10th, 2013

God did it first

Together for Adoption

At the Together for Adoption conference last year I talked about what I didn’t know or fully realize before adopting. Beforehand, I called on blog friends for their experience. I’ve just reread the dozens of comments to that post  and find myself once again helped and deeply moved.

Those stories represent what I’ve observed at the T4A conferences–families who have moved beyond the rose-colored glasses assumptions about parenting, and adoption in particular.

In reality, none of us knows all that parenting will bring into our lives, both of grief and gladness. And sometimes it’s difficult to see beyond our own four walls to the bigger reality: God was the first adoptive parent, and adoption–even for God–included suffering.

As Dan Cruver writes at the Together for Adoption blog:

Romanticizing adoption is so very easy and tempting to do.

But adoption always involves suffering. Just ask any birthmother or any child who is one of three hundred orphans in a Chinese orphanage or any adoptive couple who has lived with infertility for years or any adoptive couple who is experiencing the high-ups and low-downs of the adoption process. Sometimes the suffering is deeply intense and ongoing—like that of an orphan languishing each day in a nightmarish orphanage—while other times it’s the heavy heart of the couple waiting to bring their child home. [Read the rest]

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Wednesday, August 28th, 2013

Hope and the dream

When I posted the video of Noah’s story yesterday, I didn’t realize that today would be the 50th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream.”

If you haven’t listened to Dr.King’s speech yet today–or even if you have–I hope you’ll take a minute to hear it from the mouths of hundreds of young people who are living and learning that a person’s character is not measured by the color of his or her skin. The video is especially moving to me because our Talitha attended Hope Academy for several years and  here we see young men and women who were children with her then.

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Tuesday, August 27th, 2013

One story

silhouette child jumpsilhouette boat

Last weekend was a special time for me with family– in-laws, cousins, nieces, nephews, children, grandchildren. Next weekend is the Labor Day holiday.

That means it’s time to turn my eyes to the fall. And that means Together for Adoption 2013 is just around the corner with 6 general sessions, 60 workshops, 50 exhibitors–all there because of One Story. That’s “the story of God the Father forming his family from every tribe, language, people, and nation,” as young Noah’s wisdom reminds us in this video:

I’ll be in Louisville blogging the event Friday and Saturday, October 4-5. I’ll also be there for the Preconference events Thursday, October 3.

It’s a good time to register. I hope you’ll be there and look me up.

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Wednesday, July 31st, 2013

T4A winners

T4A 2013

Congratulation to:


Kendal Barriere

Emily Bailey

Each of you has won won a registration to the Together for Adoption National Conference, compliments of T4A. Email me through the Contact link at the top of the page and I’ll send you instructions for registering.

And thank you to all who commented. I hope I’ll see you at the conference.


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Sunday, July 28th, 2013

Registration giveaway: Together for Adoption

T4A 2013

The Story that Changes Everything for Us and the Fatherless

Together for Adoption

National Conference 2013

Louisville, Kentucky

Friday-Saturday, October 4-5

(Pre-Conference events, Thursday, October 3)

Early-bird registration deadline: July 31 — $20 discount

I have been involved with several of the T4A National Conferences. Each time, from personal conversations or speakers I learn something about being a better parent in general, and about understanding and empathizing with my children (whether adopted or born to us). Each time there are ah-ha moments, realizing I’m not the only one experiencing this or that. Sometimes those ah-ha moments lead to tears that lead to my receiving wisdom and practical suggestions. Sometimes I’m the one who is blessed to be able to pass on something I’ve experienced for the blessing of another parent.

So, I look forward to this gathering every year. This year, I will be blogging from the conference.

Conference organizers are offering three of my readers free early bird registration to the 2013 T4A National Conference.

To be eligible:

  1. If you use FB or Twitter, post a link to the Together for Adoption conference page. If you’re planning to attend, include that info for your FB friends and fellow-Twits.
  2. If you’re not a FB or Twitter user, use whatever means of communication you choose–email, phone, etc.–to tell some others about the conference.
  3. Post below to tell me how you’ve spread the good word.

Deadline is 11:59 pm cdt, Tuesday, July 30. 

I’ll announce the winners Wednesday morning, July 31.


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Monday, June 24th, 2013

Free book today: A Heartbeat Away

A Heartbeat Away: A NovelI’ve just ordered A Heartbeat Away: A Novel, by Harry Kraus. It’s free for Kindle today, and I don’t know if that offer lasts longer. I’m eager to read it.

You may remember a couple of earlier posts about Harry. One was Breathing Grace: What You Need More Than Your Next Breathabout visiting him and Kris where they work in Kijabe, Kenya. The other gives a short description of his book Breathing Grace: What You Need More than Your Next Breath. It was being offered free then, but still it’s only $.99 for Kindle, and it’s one of my favorites of Harry Kraus’s books, and he’s written a bunch.


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Friday, June 21st, 2013

Escape through your kids’ escape literature

girl readingIt’s that season. Summertime. School holidays. Children. Boredom.

You’re planning to travel . . . or wishing you could. And some days, you’re thinking how nice it would be if you could send your children on a trip somewhere.

You’ve heard of escape literature. Well, I’ve just discovered some of that genre for your kids. If they curl up in their favorite reading nooks and escape with some of these books, it might be as good as your own escape.

Or maybe they’ll discover a destination you’re actually planning to visit and can read about what to expect.



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Saturday, June 15th, 2013

Hidden art in a hayfield


The long walk to the mailbox yesterday evening was pointless if letters  The Hidden Art of Homemakingwere the only goal. But it was far from fruitless from Edith Schaeffer’s outlook of taking pleasure in the everyday beauty around you.

Almost hidden in the hayfield were a couple of stalks of bright orange butterfly weed in the neighborhood of lots of delicate fleabane. At least, I think that’s what those wildflowers are called. Tell me if I’m wrong.

Whatever they’re called, they brighten our breakfast table.

There’s lots more about our new place where we’re living this year at my travel blog–Tell Me When to Pack.

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