Eight Word Memoirs

Have you ever seen the Six-Word Memoir project? I read a couple of Six-Word volumes…last year? or maybe two years ago? Anyway, I thought of them again recently and started writing some memoirs of my own–except my memory is rather fragile, so I thought they were eight-word memoirs instead of six-word. No wonder it was so easy to do.

Anyhow, here are some of my eight word memoirs (with my edits to six word memoirs in italics following).


Bekah, cubed: I said my name was Anna

“My name is Anna.”
“No, Bekah(cubed)”


Threw up in sister’s hair. Didn’t wake up.

Vomited in her hair. Slept on.


Prayed in Sunday School; Saved by God’s grace.

Prayer didn’t save; God’s grace did.


Supersonic household hero bawls balls out of trees.

Heroine bawls balls out of trees.


I almost saw my little brother being born.

I almost saw my brother’s birth.


Scabbed over in time to see meet baby sister.

Scabbed over in time. Met Grace.


Stepped on dead possum while eating cheese sandwich.

Stepped on possum while eating sandwich.


I dreamt they went inside, died. I cried.

They went inside, died. I cried.

Fourteen going on forty year old homeschool Mom.

Fourteen-going-on-forty homeschool Mom.


Harlequins taught lies, fairy tales told the truth.

Harlequins lied, fairy tales told truth.


He asked me to give Him my husband.

“Give me your husband,” He said.


I cried when I saw my PSAT scores.

I cried over my PSAT scores.


Chancellor knocked on my door. I wasn’t home.

Chancellor rang doorbell. I wasn’t home


Pride and Prejudice: My fifteen minutes of fame.

Pride and Prejudice: My fifteen minutes.


Justification: I am not wrong in His eyes.

Justification: He sees me made right.


Dietetics student ambivalent about weight loss, low BMI.

Dietetics student ambivalent about weight loss.


Mentored my sis-in-law right into the Menter family.

Mentored sis-in-law into family.


God’s Sovereignty: Pled for Omaha, Led to Columbus.

Pled for Omaha, Led to Columbus.


Secret Candy Sneak turned RD. LTC for me.

Secret Candy Sneak turned LTC RD.


So what do you think? Are the eight-word memoirs better or are the six-word memoirs? Can you think of some eight (or six) word memoirs of your own?


Thankful Thursday: Little Exchanges

Don’t you just love a heart-to-heart conversation?

I know I do–but heart-to-heart’s are generally few and far between. Instead, the majority of our interactions consist of little exchanges–but little exchanges that can be cumulatively just as valuable as a long heart-to-heart.

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This week I’m thankful…

…for “best part of the week” questions around the dinner table after church

…for abbreviated life stories at 38th Street Coffee after Highland Park’s Harvest Celebration

…for conversations in creation and long-term-care law with my dad after we were seated but before the orchestral performance began

…for chats about theology and life on the long drive back home from Lincoln

…for tracking with Bill about humanoid hominids–and the interest various others took in the topic

…for TULIP talk with Gina and caveman talk with Corbin

…for Natalie’s earnest private encouragement once I was done talking with her mom and brother: “You should look up II Timothy 3:16. We’re memorizing it right now, and…you should look it up.” (Natalie is in 2nd or 3rd Grade. She goes to Sunday School during second service, so she’s not in my class; but we see each other often during the “switch” when the second class is filing in and my class hasn’t quite all been picked up.)

“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be competent, equipped for every good work.”
~II Timothy 3:16-17

Thankful for the Word of God, which is profitable for my own training and for others’. Thankful for Gina’s faithfully training her daughter in the Word. Thankful for Natalie’s faithfully sharing the Word with me. Thankful for how encouraging it is to hear the Word from the lips of a child.


God’s Free Will

Nothing is more apt to stir up controversy in my mix of friends and relatives (coming from Lutheran, Arminian, and Reformed traditions) than to ask, “Do you believe in free will?”

The savvy debater (and theology nerd) will respond with another question: “Whose?”

It is possible, you see to believe in free will for one sort of person and not believe in free will for another.

When referring to man, free will is set in contrast to determinism. With free will, man does as he chooses. With determinism, he does what has been predetermined (by God) that he should do.

When referring to God, free will is set in contrast to necessary will. Necessary will is what God must do because of who He is (in a sense, what God will do is “determined” because of His character). Free will is what God chooses to do without any compulsion.

Is this idea of free will versus necessary will a new concept for you? It was for me.

The doctrine of God’s necessary will states that there are some instances where God doesn’t have a choice. God doesn’t have a choice to lie or to be truthful. He is truth, end of story. He cannot lie. Likewise, God cannot excuse sin. He must punish sin. He is constrained by His holy character to act in accordance with His holiness by punishing sin.

Does this mean that God kicks and screams against His character, wishing He could just once lie or just once let sin off?

Absolutely not. God wants to act in accordance with His character. He wills to be truthful, He wills to punish sin. Even if it is his necessary will, it is still God’s will.

On the other hand, God’s free will encompasses those things that God chooses to do that He does not have to do.

Creation is one example of God’s free will in action. God did not have to create the world.

The doctrine of God’s independence insists that God does not need anything-certainly not any created thing. He is Himself completely satisfied in Himself. Before the creation of the world, God lacked nothing, being complete in His triune nature.

Yet God has chosen to create this universe, not because He needed to, but because He wanted to.

If you haven’t yet figured it out, I believe in free will. God’s free will, that is.

So far as man’s free will? I still haven’t made up my mind on that one.


A Prediction I hope isn’t true

My dad purchased tickets for the whole family to see the Munich Symphony Orchestra last night at Lincoln’s Leid Center–so I was out late last night.

Today, the roads are likely icy for my trip to Grand Island–and the topic in Systematic Theology is one that I really want to be there for.

But one of my Grand Island buildings is in survey window and I have a premonition I’m really hoping isn’t true.

I’ve packed an extra change of clothes in case I don’t make it home tonight.


WiW: Creation Science

I’m taking a systematic theology class at my church, and we have a fair bit of reading each week. Like most of my (non-internet) reading, my systematic theology reading is generally done on the lam, in snatches here and there between activities or in the bath.

This habit of squeezing reading into every available moment does wonders for getting me through vast quantities of material in relatively short amounts of time–but it means that I rarely have opportunity to annotate like I would prefer to do.

But chapter 15 of Wayne Grudem’s Systematic Theology forces me to annotate, even if it means dripping water on the pages or getting through less material per session due to digging around in my purse for a pen.

Chapter 15 is about creation–a topic I have decided interest in (and opinions about.)

Chapter 15 includes items like this:

Derek Kidner notes that Scripture stands “against every tendency to empty human history of meaning…in presenting the tremendous acts of creation as a mere curtain-raiser to the drama that slowly unfolds through the length of the Bible. The prologue is over in a page; there are a thousand to follow.”

By contrast, Kidner notes that the modern scientific account of the universe, true though it may be, “overwhelms us with statistics that reduce our apparent significance to a vanishing-point. Not the prologue, but the human story itself, is now the single page in a thousand, and the whole terrestrial volume is lost among uncatalogued millions.”

Scripture gives us the perspective on human significance that God intends us to have.

I appreciate Grudem’s (and Kidner’s) recognition of the emphasis God places on humanity in the creation of the world–but I respectfully submit that neither Grudem nor Kidner have adequate understanding of what creation says about the role of humanity.

Far from intimating that humanity is small and insignificant in light of the enormity of the cosmos, modern day physics and cosmology suggests exactly the opposite. The “anthropic principle”, first presented by Brandon Carter in 1973 and since attested to by abundant research, posits that the universe exists in precisely the way it would have to exist for humanity to exist.

As Patrick Glynn puts it in God: The Evidence (which I am currently reading):

“…the anthropic principle says that all the seemingly arbitrary and unrelated constants in physics have one strange thing in common–these are precisely the values you need if you want to have a universe capable of producing life.

In essence, the anthropic principle came down to the observation that all the myriad laws of physics were fine-tuned from the beginning of the universe for the creation of man–that the universe we inhabit appeared to be expressly designed for the emergence of human beings.”

Contrary to Kidner’s intimation of what modern science says about humanity in light of the universe, the anthropic principle says that the vastness of the universe (from the speed of the universe’s expansion to the constant governing gravity to the exact temperature of stars) exists so that humanity might exist.

Physics and astronomy, for all its looking at the inanimate universe, says an awful lot about the importance of humanity.

A quote from There is a God by Antony Flew (once the world’s most famous atheist, who became a theist prior to his death) further illustrates this point (I paraphrase the first bit, which takes over a page in the book, before quoting directly in the indented section below):

“Imagine entering a hotel room on your next vacation. The CD player is playing a track from your favorite recording. The print over the bed is identical to the one over the fireplace in your home. The room is scented with your favorite fragrance. The minibar is stocked with your favorite beverages and snacks. The book on the desk is the next volume by your favorite author. All the grooming products in the bathroom are the brands you prefer. The TV is tuned to your favorite station.

“…You would certainly be inclined to believe that someone knew you were coming.

That vacation scenario is a clumsy, limited parallel to the so-called fine-tuning argument…. “The more I examine the universe and study the details of its architecture,” write physicist Freeman Dyson, “The more evidence I find that the universe in some sense knew we were coming.”…

Let’s take the most basic laws of physics. It has been calculated that if the value of even one of the fundamental constants–the speed of light or the mass of an electron, for instance–had been to the slightest degree different, then no planet capable…of human life could have formed.”

In other words, the one who created the universe’s laws created them with humanity in mind.

Absolutely incredible.

I suggest a different hypothesis for why God had creation take one page of Scripture while the rest of the pages are occupied by the human story.

Perhaps God saw no need to repeat himself multiple times. Why would he need to explicate every aspect of the creation when he has designed the universe such that we can observe his acts of creation and see in them his activity?

While I greatly respect Grudem, I feel that he, like many others, has fallen into the error of thinking that the Bible and the physical universe are at odds with one another, when they are in fact in perfect agreement (since the God who cannot lie was the author of both).


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I met a man

I had just passed a semi and was entering into auto-mode when the car in front of me braked, turned on its blinker, and drove off onto the shoulder.

At first, I thought it was going to turn–on Highway 30, it’s normal for cars to pull off onto the shoulder prior to a turn, allowing those behind them to pass on their way to wherever they’re going.

But as I got closer, I realized that there was no road on which to turn off–and that the vehicle belonged to the Nebraska State Patrol.

Huh, I thought, wonder what he’s doing.

He pulled out behind me and turned on his lights.

It was my turn to pull off.

When he knocked on my window and asked for my driver’s license, registration, and insurance, I took forever to get my insurance. It’d been a long day in Grand Island and my eyes couldn’t focus on the date on the insurance card. I didn’t want to accidentally give the officer an expired insurance card.

But, at last, I determined that it was the current card. I handed it over, wondering if the officer would ever tell me why he’d pulled me over.

At last, he revealed: “I pulled you over for speeding. Speeding while passing is illegal in the state of Nebraska.”

He took my information back to his cruiser. I laid my head back on my headrest and wished for it to all be over.

Passing. I should have known. I always pass fast, eager to get back onto the right side of the road as quickly as possible. I should have known that would be illegal.

He came back at last, his clipboard in hand.

“I’m going to have to give you a ticket,” he said, “because you were going so fast.”

“You slowed down right after passing–I know it wasn’t your intent to speed. I took five miles off the speed I clocked you at–that’ll save you fifty dollars.”

He gave me all the details, had me sign his copy of the ticket, wished me a safe drive.

I put away my license, registration, and insurance card. I laid the ticket on the seat beside me. I started the car and drove off, already starting to tear up.

He had been the first non-institutionalized potentially-single man I’d met in months.

Will it ever get easier, being a single woman in a world with no prospects?


Thankful Thursday: Things

Last night, my Bible study played games to see off one of our own who is heading to Los Angeles to do inter-cultural missions with refugees and immigrants.

We played the game “Things”–and boy did we come up with some funny things.

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This week I’m thankful…

…for things that make me think
Brushing up my knowledge on celiac-sprue, contemplating the free will of God, trying to comprehend rolling six-month weight loss statistics (that have denominators of around 100 despite having ~250 instances.)

…for things that make me smile
The resident who blessed me–not after a sneeze but after a conversation. “Bless you,” he said as he wheeled himself away. A picture of Little Miss in her adorable bumblebee costume, sent to my cell phone courtesy of her mother, my sister-in-law. Playing games with my favorite girls around a coffee shop table.

…for things that I read
Antony Flew’s There is a God, reminding me again of God’s greatness as shown through general revelation. Melinda’s story of how she met and married her husband, rejoicing my heart in God’s faithfulness to her both in her singleness and now as she embarks on marriage. A blogger I’ve followed off and on for years who announced that she and her husband are seeking a divorce, driving me to pray in a way I haven’t prayed for a long time.

…for things that I see
The sun rising in the morning and setting at night. The leaves of trees turning and falling. The lines in the middle of the road. The writing on the page and the type on the computer screen.

…for things that I hear
The laughter of friends as we play together. The sound of my big sister’s voice as she reads over the phone to my little sister. The alarm in the morning, urging me forward.

…for the One who holds all things together

“He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.”

~Colossians 1:15-20 (ESV)


The Blasphemy of Christian Divorce

Divorce is a nasty thing. Almost everyone is willing to agree with that. It breaks apart families, scars children, and destabilizes culture. We know this.

But nearly everyone insists that their case is different.

After all, you just don’t understand how unhappy I/he/the children are with things the way they are. You don’t understand how I/he/we have changed since we first made our vows. You don’t understand how we just can’t resolve this/these issue/s.

Yes, divorce is painful–but don’t you dare judge me for this. I’m just doing what I have to do. I’m a victim, my ex is a victim, my kids are victims. None of us are to blame for this divorce. It just had to happen.

Don’t worry. We’re amicable. We’re doing divorce like it should be done, looking out for the interests of the children. We’re not squabbling about who gets what. We’re addressing this like rational adults, like Christians–that is, except that we’re blaspheming the name of the Lord.

A little harsh?

I don’t think so.

I am convinced that the very concept of “Christian divorce” is blasphemy against a faithful God.

Why?

Because Christian marriage (actually all marriage, but Christian marriage especially) is designed to be a reflection of God’s relationship with mankind.

“Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is head of the wife, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.

Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish. So husbands ought to love their own wives as their own bodies; he who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as the Lord does the church. For we are members of His body, of His flesh and of His bones. “For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This is a great mystery, but I speak concerning Christ and the church. Nevertheless let each one of you in particular so love his own wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband.”

~Ephesians 5:22-33

In a very real sense, every Christian marriage is like Hosea’s marriage–a prophetic picture of God’s love for and faithfulness towards the one to whom He has espoused Himself.

And when Christians divorce, the moral of our story reads that God is unfaithful, that God bails when the going gets tough.

In other words, when Christians divorce, we write a blasphemous play in which God is unfaithful.

Furthermore, as Christians, we testify that God makes the broken whole, that God redeems sinners, that God’s love covers a multitude of sins.

When we, as Christians, divorce, we testify with our lives that God is not able to make our broken marriage whole. We say that God cannot redeem THAT sinner. We say that God’s love is not enough to cover HIS (or HER) sins.

We blaspheme the name of the Lord.


Please do not think that divorce is the only way Christians blaspheme. In fact, it could be said that we blaspheme every time we lie, steal, cheat, fornicate, remain unforgiving, etc. But I don’t see the evangelical church excusing those sins in the same way I see them excusing divorce. That’s why I single out divorce–not because it’s the only example of lifestyle blasphemy, but because it has become a normative and acceptable part of the evangelical experience. This ought not be so.

At the same time, I must also point my readers towards the Scriptural teachings on divorce–teachings which give guidelines for divorce in the case of sexual immorality and when an unbelieving spouse divorces his/her believing spouse. See Matthew 19:9 for the former and I Corinthians 7:12-15 for the latter.


The Gist of the Book (My thoughts on Deeane Gist)

Disclaimer: I’m going to give some definite spoilers of Deeane Gist’s Measure of a Lady (as I remember it, which may or may not be how it is actually written) in the below–and use some words that aren’t always child-friendly (although I’ve discovered that they’re rather common in the ESV translation of Hosea.) Be forewarned.

Rachel van Buren is mannerly, modest and utterly self-righteous. Even if she and her younger brother and sister are stuck (for the time being) in sinful San Francisco, she’s determined to uphold her standards of morality.

When her brother goes whoring and her sister becomes one, Rachel responds in anger and judgment. Not so much because she is concerned for her siblings, but because she is concerned with how that all reflects on her (even though she is clearly not susceptible to such evil.)

But Rachel is in for a surprise when she discovers that she’s not so immune to temptation herself.

The Measure of a Lady was the first Deeanne Gist book I read, and I loved it. I appreciated how Rachel came to see that sin was inside her (rather than external to her) through the temptation that is Johnnie Parker. And I appreciated how Rachel came to understand that physical desire is not sinful within appropriate boundaries (that is, marriage). I excused Gist’s more-explicit content because I felt it served the story well. I didn’t see it as gratuitous.

Then I recently read A Bride Most Begrudging and A Bride in the Bargain, both books about one of my favorite scenarios–marriage between strangers. From my early teens, I’ve been fascinated by the topic and its many fictional variations. I loved Lori Wick’s Sean Donovan, Donovan’s Daughter, and The Princess; Janette Oke’s A Bride for Donovan; and Jane Peart’s Valiant Bride. Gist’s “A Bride…” seemed likely to fit into the same general genre.

And so they did, with interesting variations on the theme.

But Gist’s novels also brought up some teenage reading I’d rather have forgotten and left long so. The explicit content continued, only this time with no apparent bearing on the plot.

While not as explicit as today’s Harlequins, Gist’s novels are in line with the Harlequins of the late 70s–the books that acted as a gateway drug for me, introducing me to images and patterns of thought that I still have to actively make war against.

Maybe I’ve not touched the drugs in years, but if the 70s Harlequins I read as a teen were Marlboros passed in the school bathroom, Gist’s books are trendy clove cigarettes smoked in an indie coffee shop. A drug by any other name…

I enjoy Gist’s plots. I like her characters. She’s not a bad author. But I won’t be reading her books any longer.

Like a recovering alcoholic hanging out in a bar, nothing good will come of me reading these. Better to renew my mind in holiness than to encourage it in wickedness.


WiW: Grown-up Girl

What makes a boy into a man?

Is it the growth of facial hair, the deepening of the voice, the sudden sprout of long limbs?

Is it finally learning to shave without (too many) strips of toilet paper on one’s face, learning to speak without squeaking, learning to walk comfortably with those new long limbs?

Or is it something else entirely, something not physiological, something beyond development?

Jo (of Three Star Night) quotes a Glamour article that posits that the difference between boys and men is that men have steady jobs, own houses, and generally settle down.

Jo disagrees somewhat:

“Boys want a great number of things. Men will sacrifice to achieve those goals. He will make sacrifices to hold down a job, to pay the rent, to commit to a church, and commit to a woman. Ironically enough, the thought of making that sacrifice should shake a man’s confidence. But the man of God isn’t confident in his own strength, he is confident in the strength that God gives. God’s strength is made perfect in weakness for us all.”

Recently I’ve been thinking about the difference not just between boys and men but more generally between kids and adults.

Likely it’s just growing pains, but I’m not sure whether I like this whole “adult” gig.

Getting up morning after morning and going to work. Sticking something out even after it becomes mundane (as opposed to my previous academic lifestyle where I switched things up every semester–with new classes, new students, new subject matter.) Not getting a break every 8 weeks or so.

I still feel like I’m fumbling to find my way in this grown-up world.

I want grown-up life to be easy–but isn’t that just another example of my immaturity? Don’t grown-ups recognize that life isn’t easy and deal with it? Instead, I find myself imagining a hundred scenarios that might allow me to escape the grown-up drudgery of office, home, sleep, rinse and repeat.

I have plenty of wants–I want a clean home, time to craft, a husband beside me, and a house full of children. I want to quit my job (not because I dislike what I do, but because I dislike having to do it daily). I want to own a house. I want to grow a garden. I want to have more time to read, to ride my bicycle, to take pictures. I want, I want, I want.

Like a child in a toy store, I’m full of wants, sometimes even demands.

So often, still, I speak like a child, I reason like a child, I act like a child.

But I don’t want to remain a child. I want to be a grown-up–if I only knew what a grown-up was.

I certainly hope being grown-up doesn’t mean mere resignation to monotony or having work define one’s life.

But I think I’m beginning to see that being a grown-up does have an aspect of contented obedience. It’s faithfully being a steward of the time I’ve been given; a faithful steward of the job, the relationships, the home, the stuff I’ve been given. It’s faithfully leading the young hearts that have been entrusted to my care in Sunday School. It’s faithfully going to work and doing my best.

Being a grown-up doesn’t mean resignation–it means willful, obedient contentment.

Lord, would you help me mature into that kind of grown-up girl.


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