Regarding My Quick Takes on Being the 47% (IV)

When I posted my Quick Takes from last week, Thomas was one of my commenters and had some interesting comments. As I could tell from these two comments (here and here), he had much more experience with this than I did so I asked him if he wanted to do a guest post for me. We had a nice Twitter exchange to brainstorm some ideas yesterday and this is the guest post that resulted. If anyone else has life experience in this area and wants to do a guest post, email me — I’m jen at grace-filled dot net.

Here’s Thomas:

Hi, I’m Thomas from Listening for the Shepherd. I’m a 28 year old man living in Michigan. I’ve been married for one year and we do not have children yet. I’m a convert to the Catholic faith. I have an undergraduate degree in History and English linguistics. I work as a data analyst. My wife is in grad school. We have a nice suburban home, good cars, we give to charity, and we can afford to take vacations. I’m middle class now, but that’s very new to me. I was raised in poverty in America.

Jen asked me to post about my experiences growing up in poverty in America and to share a few suggestions on how to improve the system.

My Experience
My parents both came from poor families and by the time they were 17 years old, my parents had both dropped out of high school and married each other. My mom worked at McDonalds. I’m not sure what my dad was doing. He’s had so many different jobs I can never keep track. Whatever it was, the pay was lousy. I was born less than a year later.

My mom mostly stayed home to take care of me after I was born. My dad has bounced from one lousy dead-end job to another. We moved a lot. We mostly lived in apartments and trailers, but we also often lived all in one room at the home of a friend or relative, sometimes for years at a time. Eventually, we were always evicted. I changed schools 13 times, by my best calculations. That number doesn’t include switching schools within the same district due to getting older. We moved more often than that, not all the moves caused a change of school. Those changes involved five school districts, we went back and forth from one district to another a lot.

My family has never been on the streets, but there were many times when we didn’t really have a home. We were on food stamps for much of my childhood. They always ran short the final week of the month. Food stamps don’t cover toilet paper, and I can’t tell you how many different odd things I’ve had to wipe myself with. Most of my childhood healthcare has came from Medicaid. Sometimes a decent job came along and things were better for a while. My family did alright economically when I was in middle school, and it was then that I got my brother. If things had been better when I was in high school, I would have another sibling. (Fellow pro-lifers take note.)

My Suggestions
These are suggestions on how to improve the current system, not a drastic overhaul.

-All states should issue food stamp “debit cards” like Michigan. Monthly mailings is a waste of state resources, especially when many recipients move frequently. Having recipients go pick them up wastes their resources (gas, childcare, etc) as well as state resources, since someone has to be employed to hand them to the recipients if they’re picking them up, in dozens to hundreds of locations.

-Food stamps should not be disbursed only once a month. This leads to issues in many households the last week of the month. Also, fresh foods need to be purchased more often. I would recommend disbursal on during both the first and third weeks of the month. This more closely mirrors many bi-weekly paycheck schedules, and families are more accustomed to planning for two weeks.

-Food stamps should also cover some non-food items, like toilet paper, shampoo, dish soap, detergent, and other cleansers and toiletries. These are essential items for everyone. Children need them too, not just food. Jen and I discussed on Twitter that perhaps at least 80% of the allotted funds would have to go to fresh foods and the other 20% could go to approved non-food items and luxury foods (frozen dinners, chips, etc). This would promote budgeting (how much to toilet paper and how much to ice cream?) and healthy food consumption, without totally dictating diet. It would also cut down on wasteful spending at convenience stores, since only a small amount could be spent at them.

-The whole of welfare needs to have an attitude shift. people on welfare need to be treated like people who need help, not like criminals trying to scam somebody. There are people like that, but that’s a small portion. Also, treating people that way makes them more likely to act that way. Suppose someone on welfare makes $20 babysitting. Do you really think that they should receive $20 less in food stamps that month? How are they ever going to get ahead? Maybe they need that money to help catch up on their bills. Non-reliable sources of income shouldn’t count against the reliable source of assistance.

-Also, we should be slower to cut off benefits. If you’ve been on assistance a long time and you suddenly get a decent job, you’re not instantly going to be doing alright, especially since you probably have bills to catch up on and other needs you haven’t addressed in a while. Also, the newly hired are the first fired. It’s very common to loose a job in the first 90 days of employment. Insurance benefits also often don’t kick in until after 90 days. Welfare benefits should continue until at least a month after that point, perhaps at a lesser rate.

-Recipients should be able to easily update their information online, or over the phone. This would make it easier for them to keep up with the demanding “paperwork” associated with being on welfare, and it would also cut down on the need for caseworkers to meet with clients to do things that someone really shouldn’t have to paid to do. This would be aided if the government kept better centralized database records. When a caseworker enters someones name in their database, they should see their marital status and how many kids they have automatically. Why should (dated) paper certificates need to be brought in?

Note: Some might be concerned about such all-encompassing databases existing. I’m telling you they already do. Both the government and corporations have profiles on millions of people. We might as well use the information to make it easier to help people.

These are just a few ideas on how to better help people using the current system.

Thanks Thomas!

Regarding My Quick Takes on Being the 47% (III)

OK… let’s look at Cari’s comment on my Quick Takes:

I am so sorry that you have to shoulder this. I know how horrible it feels to not be able to feed your family on your own (we’ve been there, too). It’s something that you carry around all the time, like an actual weight you can feel.

So after reading your takes, I have to ask you this question: considering how degrading and ill-organized your experience with a government health care program is, how do you maintain faith that Obamacare will offer something better? Putting aside the questions of contraception and abortion, how can we look at something like WIC and VA hospitals, and the sorry state they’re in, and have faith that a universal, gigantic program like national healthcare will offer Americans a positive change?

I’m not trying to put anyone on the defensive, I am just honestly wondering. Between my husband and myself, we’ve had experience with a wide range of government services, from the DMV to social services offices (you know, “the welfare line”), and none of them have demonstrated even a minimum level of competence. I feel, from reading these takes of yours, that you probably share in this assessment. So how to we move from the model currently in practice, to a better one?

First thing: WIC isn’t in a sorry state. I did have that pissy nutritionist in Pomona but other than that, my experience has been largely positive. I think part of the reason it has succeeded for more than 30 years is that it is administered by the states and each county has their own setup with multiple offices around the county if it is a large or populous area like LA County or Sacramento County. If your experience has been different, please let me know so I can add your view to this conversation.

As far as your first question, Obamacare, thus far, has been mostly regulations on insurance companies to fix some of the abuses that were happening. I wish I could go back in time and scan some of the documents I had in 2002 and 2003 when we were having to buy our own insurance where my insurance rate was more than my husband’s and where there was a $400 monthly maternity rider on the policy if I wanted to get pregnant because a lot of people don’t believe me. Some of those problems (like the inequality of rates) have been fixed and a number of rules regarding women’s health like free preventative care in the form of annual exams and mammograms has been added. Inasmuch as I understand it, Obamacare would require Americans to have insurance but provide tax breaks to do so and create a national exchange in which people could purchase healthcare policies — we’re not going into something like the NHS in Great Britain. I haven’t read the entire piece of legislation (it’s on my to-do list) but that is what I understand from what I have read.

As far as how I have faith that this can offer a positive change, my answer is that it’s better than the situation we have now where people are declaring bankruptcy because of medical bills and people are having to choose between food and medication. I don’t have the gift of prophecy and all we can do is see where this road takes us. I wish I could say that things will all run perfectly and the forecasted problems won’t happen but I can’t say that with complete certainty.

One problem that I think we have in general with social programs is that they’re the first thing on the chopping block when there are money programs. We’re cutting funds to the VA and SNAP yet we’re expecting them to provide at the same level as we were before. For example, we’re coming out of two wars and we’re actually dealing with issues like PTSD that were just swept under the rug before the Vietnam War but the VA isn’t being adequately funded to deal with these issues. Because of the economic downturn, a lot of kids are dependent on school lunches in some cases as their only source of food. Yet, school lunch programs are usually one of the first things to get cut.

Another problem is that urban areas tend to have the most need for these programs and there’s only so much that can be done if they don’t have the money to hire staff. The DHHS in Sacramento, for example, basically does all the major social program stuff for the entire county of 1.4 million people. Could we maybe get a couple smaller offices in other parts of the county that could handle food stamps and Medicaid? I know we have a county services office in my small town but it doesn’t cover everything. The workers at the DHHS are overworked and overextended which is why it takes so much time to get things done. Comparing it to my tiny county in Montana, I looked up the local office of public assistance and found that there is one worker for 3 counties. This would probably be an issue… except we’re talking maybe 20,000 people total. In the large county next door, there are two offices with one on the Blackfeet reservation where there’s a huge amount of poverty.

Last problem I’ll highlight: we have an attitude in the USA that if people have problems and need assistance, they’re obviously not working hard enough and deserve it. This isn’t the case at all. I could claim it’s the Protestant work ethic but I don’t even think it comes from that either. I think it comes down to this (expressed beautifully by Stephen Colbert):

If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn??t help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we??ve got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don??t want to do it.

So how do we fix this? We need to actually fund the necessary programs instead of letting Congress vote themselves in a pay increase. Taxes need to be based on income and investment income needs to be taxed at the same rate as salaries are. (Yes, that was a blatant dig at Mitt Romney.) We need to elect Congressional representatives that can work with each other and not waste our time and money with ceremonial votes. (Yes, that was a blatant dig at the 33 times Obamacare has come up for repeal.) How do we do this? We have to all agree that our focus should be the common good and that it is a tenet in every religion that we take care of each other and for those with no spiritual beliefs, it’s the moral thing to do.

This is just scratching the surface of the problem and there are a whole glut of issues that would need to be addressed before it would even be solvable. My aim is basically to try to answer Cari’s questions as best I can with the knowledge and experience I have. I know there are people who disagree with me and I’m fine with that. How would you solve things? Leave me a comment or answer it on your own blog and leave me a link to your answer in my comments.

Tomorrow or Tuesday, I want to tackle the comment left for me on Friday by Thomas of Listening for the Shepherd because it offers some insight into some problems in the system.

The Simple Woman’s Daybook: September 17, 2012

Simple Woman's Daybook

FOR TODAY September 17, 2012

Outside my window… hopefully cooling down. It’s the 16th straight day of 90F or above and in 4 days, we will have set a record.

I am thinking… that friends don’t let friends read bad Twilight fanfic. (50 Shades started out as a fanfic piece based on the Twilight books.)

I am thankful… that Jon brought me home a sandwich from Subway — even if I did have to fight the 4 furballs to eat it in peace. (3 guesses as to what was in the sandwich.)

In the kitchen… spinach salad with feta and a balsamic vinagrette for lunch today.

I am wearing… Old Navy flag shirt and running shorts.

I am going… to hope Daniel doesn’t flip out on my laptop before I finish this entry.

I am wondering… if I get geek cred for having the theme song to “The Big Bang Theory” memorized.

I am reading… Bossypants by Tina Fey. Because, you know, I’m so up on the latest trends. /sarcasm

I am hoping… to get some formatting done on the devotional book this week.

I am looking forward to… seeing my evil twin and hopefully my sister-in-law this weekend.

Around the house… *putting my fingers in my ears* I can’t hear you!

A favorite quote for today… ??We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.?? — C.S. Lewis

One of my favorite things… sitting in a quiet chapel and listening to the birds sing.

A few plans for the rest of the week: Morning Prayer, working on the devotional book, and a barbeque with my evil twin and (hopefully!!!) my sister-in-law for the autumnal equinox.

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Something Not Quite Right About Us

My friend, the priest’s wife at Remnant of Remnant, did her Quick Takes this week on why she blogs and she brought up a comment made on her site about how there was “something not quite right with [her]” and how it must be because her husband is a “liberal”. (That’s probably the last thing I’d consider labeling her husband.) Actually, I think there is “something not quite right” about a lot of us in the religious realm who blog, especially when we already have a visible role in the community.

One paragraph in particular resonates with me:

Am I cool enough so that people can see the Church as a viable addition to their hipster lifestyles? Am I conservative enough so as not to scandalize a traditional person (well- the Sound of Music is out)? Am I Eastern enough so that my tradition is better understood? Am I Western enough so as not to alienate the majority of the readers? Does my part-timer job and use of a charter school make me a fake stay-at-home mom and homeschooler? Do the cheese crunchies in my pantry make me a hypocrite after I blogged about health? So, I am going to blog for myself as a sort of journal. I’m not not blogging for Jesus and the Church, but I don’t represent the entirety of the Church (of course) so I pray that all readers see my disclaimer of sorts at the top of the page- “Jesus Christ, Son of God- have mercy on me, a sinner.”

Elisabeta (as I am dubbing “priest’s wife” for the rest of this post because I have a deathly fear of too many apostrophes) and I both occupy a position in the community that is rather unique. She is the wife of a priest at several small Byzantine Cathiolic missions. She is Father ______’s wife and whatever she does reflects on him, whether it has to do with her daughters not covering their heads in worship or it has to do with how she deals with prickly people. By the same token, I’m not “Jen” to a lot of people — I’m “Pastor Jon’s wife” and while I am in a much bigger community than I have been in his last two parishes, people still know who I am the second they hear my (incredibly unique and hyphenated) last name. I represent his parish (which I refer to as “Metanoia” on this blog) and I have to be very mindful of this in public. This means that I have to be polite to everyone, even when I would honestly like to apply a cattle prod to women who stop in the middle of an aisle at the grocery store and block the way or when I’d like to use a specific finger to let drivers on Highway 99 know what I think of their driving habits. I *try* to be extra sweet to the checkers at the grocery store and to anyone else with whom I do business, lest someone say that “the pastor’s wife at Metanoia was rude to me!!!!” and I catch flak from the church council over it.

In terms of my blogging, this is actually a blog that none of my parishioners know about (as far as I know) and I could actually use it as my personal soapbox to excoriate people for everything I believe to be a sin. However, I also know that I represent Christianity to a lot of non-Christians and Lutheranism to many believers. I could tell people that this is my own personal little haven and to find another blog if they can’t take what I dish out. Unfortunately, I seem to be somewhat of an anomaly as one who came to faith as an Episcopalian, hung out with Baptists in college, and now is married to a Lutheran pastor. I find my own company to be a bit boring so I welcome everyone who wants to come read this blog. I have never claimed this as a “Christian blog” — instead, I claim to be a blogger who is Christian and this means that those who leave comments are going to (hopefully) have a diversity of backgrounds and opinions. Having a diversity of readers is great because it means that I get a diversity of viewpoints on issues but I also have to remember that if I claim to be Christian, I have to act like it. Instead of mocking commenters with whom I disagree or being condescending, I need to either quietly delete their comments (which usually go to moderation) or be charitable.

Elisabeta and I have both dealt with criticism of ourselves via our blogs and while I can’t speak for her, I know it still rips me apart when someone very nastily criticizes me or criticizes something on my blog. For me, my blog is an extension of me — it’s where I work out a lot of things that are central to my life. I’ve also found that in this election year, people seem to be looking for a fight so anything I say on here can be used in a fight. I think this is something that makes it difficult for me (and probably for Elisabeta) to be a clergy wife — there are a lot of times when we have to smile and nod politely instead of saying what might actually be on our minds. By blogging, both of us are putting more of ourselves “out there” and we are creating even more opportunities for people to criticize us. By doing it, we also create community for ourselves. It was The Simple Woman’s Daybook that started our friendship and I’ve “met” another clergy wife through her.

So yes, there is “something not quite right” about ourselves — in “working out our salvation with fear and trembling” by blogging, we are constantly trying to find a balance between transparency and anonymity. We are setting ourselves up for people to tell us that we aren’t ________ enough but we are also unintentionally representing our faith traditions. In short, we are living out the lives God has ordained us to live and taking all of you along for the ride.

What You Don’t See

Invisible Illnesses Week 2012

If you were to see me walking down the street, you might see a short and heavyset woman with short brown hair and glasses. If you talk to me, you’d hear my soft voice and my valley girl accent. You’d probably see the pewter Celtic cross I’m wearing. What you don’t see, however, are the struggles I face daily.

I have fibromyalgia, an auto-immune condition that all the commercials on TV say is caused by overactive pain receptors. About half of the medical community believes it exists while the other half thinks that the believers are sloppy diagnosticians. It’s a diagnosis of exclusion in which you have to account for a number of other conditions like hypothyroidism first and for which there are no perfectly accurate blood test markers. I’m pretty much the poster child — I have a vast majority of the tender points as well as several of the associated conditions: depression, migraines, and IBS.

You might me sitting politely in church while my kid does laps around the sanctuary. What you don’t see is the stabbing pain in my shin that is migrating to my elbow nor do you see the twinges of pain in my lower back. You might hear my knees crack as I get up to catch him before he breaks something or leaves out the doors of the narthex but you’re not seeing the tears I’m fighting back because there is no painkiller on the market that can stop the pain. Gabapentin helps but it doesn’t kill all of it. On Sundays when the pain is too much, you don’t see me in church because it hurts too much to move and I’m breaking the third commandment by staying balled up in the recliner with “Winnie the Pooh” on a constant loop to keep Daniel from destroying too many things. I’m blessed to be married to a pastor who brings me Communion on almost every Sunday I miss because otherwise, I’d be pretty much cut-off from the means of grace. I’m also faced with pretty much constant fatigue and insomnia at night. This doesn’t help with the depression.

You might see me wearing sunglasses into a building, watch me walk past you, and think, “Wow… she is such a snob.” Actually, I have a migraine and light is painful. I’m out and about because we’re either out of diapers, out of Pedialyte (and Daniel is throwing up), or I’m dealing with cabin fever and just need to GET. OUT. OF. THE. HOUSE. where I’ve been for two days in a ball of photosensitive nauseated exhaustion; and the grocery store means that I can restock my supply of ramen, ginger ale, or whatever I’m eating/drinking to keep the calories going/blood sugar up while the nausea is in full force. I’m sorry that I’m not greeting you — I just want to pick up whatever it is and go hide in a dark room.

You’ve seen me scour the menu and made a snarky comment about my inability to decide or that I’m a picky eater. Actually, I’m trying to find something that isn’t going to a.) cause more inflammation or b.) trigger my IBS. Believe it or not, it’s kind of embarrassing to be out in public and feel your lower G-I seize up. If I cut a conversation short, it’s because I’m making a beeline for the nearest bathroom so I don’t end up in a humiliating situation. I know where every clean bathroom is between southern California and northern California along Highway 99 as well as every clean bathroom in my town, the town to the north, and the town to the south. I’ve ended up with muscle tears and strains trying to reach a bathroom in time. I have to actually *plan* errands with Daniel to coincide with times that are not within a specific period of time after a meal because only Trader Joe’s lets me take the cart into the bathroom with me and he’s too prone to crawling under the stall doors and making a run for it. (Did I also mention how incredibly germphobic I am? Let’s not go there.)

I seem withdrawn to you and you make snippy remarks about how the pastor’s wife is anti-social. Actually, I’m fighting the urge to stay in a ball under the covers with them pulled up over my head. On days when Jon is working and I have Daniel by myself, I’m curled up in a fetal position in the recliner debating the merits of sprinkling goldfish and Cheerios in strategic places around the living room and hallway to keep him busy while “Winnie the Pooh” is on a continuous loop. I’m probably starving but the thought of eating is too much for me. If I’m actually out in public, it’s probably because I have to eat somehow. I don’t say more than “hi” because I’m feeling too inwardly drawn to make small talk. I might even be wearing sunglasses because my eyes are red and my face is blotchy from crying.

I’m blessed to have mostly parishioners here who are understanding — I haven’t had that luxury in other places and I’ve had people tell me how snobby and anti-social I am because I either slipped out of church before they could talk to me or I didn’t hear them greet me and accidentally snubbed them because I was so focused on getting through worship with my headache pain. My husband has had to apologize to irritated people who are spitting nails because I didn’t see them in the grocery store or pharmacy and didn’t say “hi” because I was either running for a bathroom or in so much pain from a migraine that I’m in “grab and go” mode.

So please… don’t assume you know what is going on with me or with the average person on the street. Many of us have chronic conditions that we appear to hide well but are still just as real as the ones that manifest outwardly.

My Facebook Status This Morning

Michelle, one of my Catholic chicas told me about the f-bomb party some Democrats threw for Cardinal Dolan on Twitter. This grieves my soul greatly. My first reaction when I saw the news story is not bloggable because Jesus doesn’t like it when I use those words to talk about His children. So I prayerfully and intentionally composed the following Facebook status which I’m sharing on Twitter and on here.

[I] would like to say this to those who tweeted f-bombs to Cardinal Dolan after his benediction:

Cardinal Dolan is deserving of our respect, not only because he is a cardinal nor because he is the head of the USCCB. He deserves our respect because he attended BOTH parties’ conventions, met pastorally with people from both sides, and made an effort to be congenial to President Obama despite the lawsuits going on over the HHS Mandate. He stood his ground in inviting the President to the Al Smith dinner even though he incurred the ire and wrath of a number of conservative Catholics for doing so. While I am not Catholic and I may not agree with every stance he has, I genuinely respect him because he is acting in a completely pastoral fashion in being congenial to those with whom he disagrees. Tweeting him f-bombs is juvenile and shows a complete lack of courtesy. To those who did that: learn some manners and learn from the example the Cardinal has set.

Seriously, I have mad respect for the Cardinal. I may not agree with him on some issues (fewer than some of you would think) but he does deserve the respect given to his office.

7 Quick Takes: Haircuts and the Run for Courage

7 Quick Takes

— 1 —

I’m taking part in the Run for Courage on September 29th. I had been hearing about it from Daniel’s former physical therapist and I decided to do the 5K and walk it. I’ve been a supporter of International Justice Mission for years and this deals with restoring and healing girls who have been trafficked for sex, including in the USA. My donation URL is: http://engage.runforcourage.org/goto/khouriajen. My fundraising goal is $200 and I’ve raised $90 thus far. Please share my fundraising URL and let people know about this.

— 2 —

To those who don’t like my Obama button: suck it up! I’m not commenting on your site and telling you what I think about your decision to back Romney — I might disagree with you but you have a right to vote for the candidate of your choosing and to post whatever political buttons you want on your blog. Kindly show me the same respect. Also, your comment isn’t going to show if I haven’t approved a comment of yours before so please stop leaving me variations on the same comment until I approve your comment. If 24 hours have gone by and I haven’t approved your comment, assume that I might not have seen it yet. (I do have a three year old and a life.) If 48-72 hours go by and it isn’t up, you can safely assume that I think you are a raving lunatic and you have no snowball’s chance of having your comment(s) approved. If your comment is a diatribe longer than the actual post on which you are commenting, your comment will be deleted.

— 3 —

Daniel is back in his class from last year and all is well. His old teacher and aides are happy to have him back and he knew *EXACTLY* where he was on Wednesday when he came back to school after his 4-day weekend. He belly-laughed for his teacher for the first time today and it was so awesome for her to hear. I’m glad the temper tantrum I threw fuss I raised last week was worth it. They’re going to start him working with a PECS board and train us on it next week.

— 4 —

The TV sitch was better during the DNC this week. Instead of not showing things on the schedule, CBS just moved them by an hour (i.e. NCIS was on at 8 instead of 7). Well played, CBS. Thankfully, I got the syndicated episodes of The Big Bang Theory at 7 p.m. so I had something to watch instead of just Judge Judy. Boo yah!

— 5 —

I’m pleased with how my hair turned out. It ended up chin-length instead of just at my shoulders but it still looks good.

Me asleep with Edda

— 6 —

Still editing devotions. I’m effectively done with Luke for the moment. I have what is looking like 4-5 to write on my own for Luke (replacing someone who couldn’t finish theirs) and whatever Jon can’t finish of his list. I’ll start formatting Acts once I get my passel of devotions done.

— 7 —

You see that cute little boy over on my sidebar? He needs a mama. Mind praying that we can find one, donating toward his grant, or even considering adopting him? He’s cute and I’m not just saying that because I’m his Guardian Angel. 🙂

— Bonus —

Kara posted a picture of Wren on her Quick Takes. Ten year olds should not look like that — she’s being abused and needs out of wherever she is NOW. There’s no donate link on her page but could y’all pray that we can get her out of that situation or even consider adopting her?

For more Quick Takes, visit Jen at ConversionDiary.Com.