WiW: What’s really important

The Week in Words

I don’t have a lot of time to blog this morning–so I’ll just give a couple of quick quotes that I read this morning that got me thinking:

“…we Christians would be utterly insane to envy people who pitch themselves out of the window of sin—on top of a skyscraper—to enjoy a vapor’s exhilaration of the freefall of greed, or the freefall of drugs, or power, or fame, or sex, or job success—and then death. We would just be insane to envy the world.”
~John Piper (see here)

“Thus says the LORD:
‘Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom,
Let not the mighty man glory in his might,
Nor let the rich man glory in his riches;
But let him who glories glory in this,
That he understands and knows Me,
That I am the LORD, exercising lovingkindness, judgment, and righteousness in the earth.
For in these I delight,’ says the LORD. ”
~Jeremiah 9:23-24

How easy it is to envy the world or to boast in the things of the world.

How foolish it is to envy the world or to boast in the things of the world.

For these things will fade like a vapor and nothing will be left.

But this…

to understand and to know God…

this is what will remain.

This is worth devoting my life to pursuing.

This is worth boasting about.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


Book Review: “The Book Thief” by Markus Zusak

What is it about books that makes them so tantalizing?

What is it about them that begs to be picked up, to be enjoyed, to be READ?

I’m not quite sure what it is…but it is a powerful force.

It’s the force that made young Liesel Meminger perform her first act of thievery: picking up a book lying half hidden in the snow by her even younger brother’s grave.

What follows in The Book Thief is a masterful tale of the power of written words snatched from snowy seclusion, from a censor’s fire, from a kindly cruel neighbor’s library.

The illiterate Liesel is taught to read by her near-illiterate foster father. Liesel reads to the Jew her foster parents are hiding in their cellar. And both the Jew and Liesel write as death looks on.

For this story is set within Nazi Germany, while the Grim Reaper is busy across the whole of Europe.

The Book Thief is a fascinating story, not the least because it’s narrated by the Grim Reaper himself.

An excerpt from the beginning of the book:

“As I’ve been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope, considering the length of time I’ve been performing this job. The trouble is, who could ever replace me?….The answer, of course, is nobody, which has prompted me to make a conscious, deliberate decision–to make distraction my vacation. Needless to say, I vacation in increments. In colors.

Still, it’s possible that you might be asking, why does he even need a vacation? What does he need distraction from?

Which brings me to my next point.

It’s the leftover humans.

The survivors….

Which in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever the hour and color. It’s the story of one of those perpetual survivors–an expert at being left behind.

It’s just a small story really, about, among other things:

  • A girl
  • Some words
  • An accordianist
  • Some fanatical Germans
  • A Jewish fist fighter
  • And quite a lot of thievery

I saw the book thief three times.

The Reaper tells the story of all his dealing with Leisel–the Book Thief, as he calls her–from her first act of thievery to her last breath. Along the way, he tells a story of men and women and little girls and boys who risked much and gained much in silent resistance to the Reich.

I found it wonderful.


Rating: 5 stars
Category:Historical fiction
Synopsis:The Grim Reaper tells the tale of a young girl inside Nazi Germany who finds herself enamored with books–and willing to go to great lengths to obtain them.
Recommendation: I greatly enjoyed this book–although it took a bit to get accustomed to the Reaper’s unique style


Interesting note about this book–This was my first, and last, adult fiction book with last name “Z”. Just so happens, all the other books my library owns by authors with last names starting in Z are either sci-fi or mysteries–books I determined from the outset that I wouldn’t include in my personal challenge. So there you have it :-)


Thankful Thursday: Nothing in particular

“Whatcha doin’?” they’d ask.

“Nothin’ in particular” I’d often tell them. “Just a bit of this and that.”

Sometimes life’s like that.

Nothing in particular–

but quite a bit of bits and pieces nonetheless.

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This week, I’m thankful for…

doing nothing
I’ve had several jam-packed weekends in a row–and they’ve plum worn me out! It was lovely to have a Friday night of doing nothing (even if I did end up at work until 9–I didn’t have anything to do once I got home!)

bloggie buddies
While I’ve been busy, blogging (and blog reading) has been somewhat neglected. But despite all that, I have good bloggie buddies who continue to stick around.

catching up
It takes forever to catch up on blog reading–but I do love to hear what’s been going on in everyone’s life and mind. In addition to catching up on reading blogs, I’ve gotten busy writing up some overdue book reviews (which means this month might be a little book-heavy. Eh. C’est la vie.)

living history
I’ve been reading about World War II and started talking about it with my brother (whose degree is in history and whose special focus is WWII) in the presence of my grandfather. Josh and I fought a bit about what really is the beginning of the war and this and that–but then Grandpa interjected. Because he lived through the war. He told about what his schoolteacher said about all the war business as it was going. (She said the boys who were in school wouldn’t have to go to war because there had to be a 2/3 majority in Senate for the U.S. to go to war, BTW. According to my dad, that rule has changed via a Constitutional amendment.)

lemon drops
I tried to read in the car since I had books to return that I hadn’t finished yet. For whatever reason, my stomach rebelled. For whatever reason, lemon drops eased my suffering. I am thankful.

my residents
I love my residents. Really. Even the ones who drive me nuts. And I’m glad whenever I can bring sunshine to their days–or, if not, whenever I can brush even one cloud away.

singers in a fort
The Bible study gals “hid” in the fort out back, giggling and singing. It was the perfect relief after a too-long day of work.

common grace
I was struck today with the many marvelous ways unbelievers have been agents of God’s grace to me. Someday I’ll write a post on it. For now, I’ll just marvel at the works of art, the discoveries of science, the structural and political advances–so many wonderful things done by unbelievers, not knowing by Whose grace they were acting.

Thank God that the rain falls on the just and the unjust.

What are YOU thankful for today?


A Quick Note to Myself

Reminder: Worth

Your worth does not depend on how many assessments you complete at work.
Your worth depends on what God says about you.

“Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”
~Matthew 10:31

Reminder: Rest

Your rest is not found in sleep on a bed (or a spare couch or a car seat).
Your rest is found in Christ Jesus

“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
~Matthew 11:28

Reminder: Truth

Your feelings are not truth.
Christ Jesus is truth.

“I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
~John 14:6

Reminder: Life

Your circumstances are not your life.
Christ Jesus is your life.

“For you died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is our life appears, then you also will appear with Him in glory.”
~Colossians 3:3-4


Incarnations of Beauty and the Beast

By a strange flight of fancy, certain children’s picture books are categorized in my no-longer-so-local library by something other than the author’s last name.

Beauty and the Beast tales fall into that category.

Which means I read two renditions of Beauty and the Beast while reading the BEAs (instead of the BREs or the EILs, based on who was retelling the classic tale.)

I didn’t mind in the least.

Sometimes it’s nice to see a couple different retellings of a story side-by-side.

In Jan Brett’s retelling (also illustrated by herself), Beauty is waited on by a collection of exotic animals in the Beast’s house–monkeys, peacocks, and the more tame dogs. The Beast has a man’s legs and a boar’s upper body. He only appears at dinner, where he engages Beauty in thoughtful conversation before closing the evening with a question: “Beauty, will you marry me?”

Jan Brett's Beauty and the Beast

Brett’s illustrations are a delightful treat, especially since they foreshadow the exciting denouement. We see statues and friezes of the prince’s former life in the garden as the merchant contends with the furious beast. Once Beauty is ensconced within the castle, scene after scene includes decorative tapestries which display the scene playing out in “real time”–except with the animals as the people they once were and will again become. Often, these tapestries include little messages–“Do not trust to appearance” or “Courage, Beauty-Your Happiness is not far away.”

Brett’s retelling is relatively simple and follows the classic storyline quite closely (although the classic storyline might come as somewhat of a surprise to those whose only acquaintance with “Beauty” is through Disney!) All in all, I greatly enjoyed this particular retelling.

Max Eilenberg’s retelling, illustrated by Angela Barrett, takes on a different tone.

For one thing, both the writing and the illustrations draw to mind the Victorian age, with delicious gowns for the girls and tails and top hats for the men.

Max Eilenberg and Angela Barrett's Beauty and the Beast

For another, unlike in Brett’s retelling, where the characters retain their types, being merely “Beauty” or “the merchant” or “the Beast” or “Beauty’s sisters”, Eilenberg’s retelling gives each character character beyond type. The merchant becomes “Ernest Jeremiah Augustus Fortune, Esquire, Merchant”. The sisters become “Gertrude” and “Hermione”, who are crazy about jewels and fashion respectively. Beauty and the Beast, on the other hand, maintain their typical names–although they’re given some roundness of character.

Beauty becomes a romantic, a dreamer who longs to marry for love–and who thinks nothing would be better than to marry a prince for love. Nevertheless, she keeps her romantic dreams to herself, choosing to seek her family’s best rather than her own. When her father’s fortunes appear to have taken a turn for the better and Mr. Fortune asks his daughters what they’d like him to bring back for them from his trip to the sea to recover his lost ship, Beauty wants to ask for a Prince–her true heart’s desire. But since she knows it isn’t within her father’s power to bring her back such a thing, she asks instead for something she believes will cost him little–just a rose.

Of course, she doesn’t know how costly the rose will be to her father–and to herself. And she doesn’t know that, in asking for the rose, she will be acquiring for herself a prince. But such is the charm of this story. For in being selfless, Beauty indeed obtained her heart’s desire.

The Beast, too, takes on a human quality. He is terrible in his hairy, fanged, and clawed beastliness; but even more so in his fury at what has become of him.

“Do not call me ‘lord’!” roared the creature. “Do not try to flatter me with pretty words. I do not like it. We should say what we mean and be what we are. I am a beast. My name is Beast. You will call me Beast. Beast by nature, Beast by name. Beast! Beast! Beast!.”

He is terrible and beautiful when he acquiesces to Beauty’s request that he no longer ask her to marry him again.

The Beast was silent for a time, his head bowed. “I would not hurt you for any price,” he said at last. “Forgive me.” He raised his eyes to Beauty, and for a moment she feared that she had wounded him beyond repair, so broken and hopeless did he seem. But then he seemed to find courage and somehow she knew what he would say even before he spoke. “I will not ask you again–I promise…I ask only one thing: if you are happy to be my friend, please promise that you will never leave me alone.”

And he is just plain beautiful once Beauty’s love has turned him into a prince again.

“Now you see me as I really am,” he said. “Your love has saved me from a terrible spell. I was turned into a beast, and only a heart who loved me for my self could set me free.”

I enjoyed this retelling immensely–partly for the beauty of the retelling, partly for the loveliness of the illustrations, and partly for my own identification with Beauty’s dreams and with the Beast’s dreadful pain.

I highly recommend either tale.


Reading My LibraryFor more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Book Review: “The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society” by Beth Pattillo

I’ve maligned Beth Pattillo’s authorly name often enough (see here and here) that you probably think I’ve got a personal vendetta against her.

True, I wrote a much-better-but-still-lukewarmish-mini-review of Mr. Darcy Broke My Heart–but you’d still get the overall impression that I’m not a Pattillo fan.

The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society might have forced me to revise my opinion. I might just have to say that Pattillo is a good author so long as she gives Christianity a wide berth.

Knit Lit tells the story of a unique book club in small town Tennessee–a book club that knits a project for every book they read.

The group couldn’t be more diverse: a spinster librarian, an upper middle class housewife, a fashion forward young thing stuck in a small town dressmaker’s shop while caring for her dying mother, a not-exactly-hip-but-eco-friendly church secretary, and the ridiculously rich queen bee of the town. Nevertheless, they manage to maintain a relatively peaceful co-existence until the librarian finds a teenage girl defacing a library book and decides to make her “punishment” include attending the Sweetgum Knit Lit Society.

The introduction of Hannah, the deliquent-wannabe daughter of the last-generation’s white-trash sleep-around, to the society causes the other womens’ well-established facades to come crashing down.

Merry, the middle-upper-class housewife, learns that all is not perfect in her little suburban paradise when taking Hannah under her wing sparks conflict with her own daughter–and when her husband starts with withdraw more and more from family relationships.

Camille, the fashion forward young thing stuck in a small town dressmaker’s shop while caring for her dying mother, ends up employing the young Hannah–and when Hannah learns about the affair she’s having with a married man, Camille has to come to grips with the reality of what she’s doing.

Ruthie (the not-exactly-hip-but-eco-friendly church secretary) and Esther (the ridiculously rich queen bee of the town) have to somehow make peace from their decades-long sibling rivalry complicated by the fact that they both love (or perhaps just want) the same man.

And Eugenie (the spinster librarian) suddenly comes face to face with the future she ran from so long ago in her past–the future embodied in the no-longer-young, now-widowed pastor she refused years ago.

All in all, The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society is a wonderful story and a great piece of women’s interest fiction. The only downside was knowing that Pattillo is a pastor and still seems to have no grasp on how relationship with Christ actually impacts life. You won’t find grand themes of reconciliation, redemption, or righteousness in this book. This is a novel of the world, describing it well, but offering it no lasting hope.


Rating: 4 stars
Category:Women’s fiction
Synopsis:A women’s book club finds themselves in sudden tailspin with the introduction of a young wanna-be delinquent into their midst.
Recommendation: This was a good book in the genre of women’s fiction (that is, the book club/sewing circle/knitting club/country club sorta fiction for women). If you enjoy the genre, you’ll enjoy this book.



WiW: Made to see galaxies

The Week in Words

The words popped up in the corner of my computer screen half a dozen times as one person after another retweeted John Piper’s comment:

“You were made to see galaxies, not little movies with car crashes. Get a life…or a telescope!”

It got me thinking.

How often do I spend my time, my energy, my mind, my heart on lesser things while ignoring the greater God has designed with me in mind?

How often do I spend my dreams on fictional fairy-tales when God is weaving a real-life adventure story for me?

How often do I spend my time exploring the crafts so-and-so is making and posting pictures of online when God is crafting lives all around me to be seen and marveled at?

How often do I sit in the slums playing with mudpies when God invites me to a vacation on the beach?

“Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
~C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity

It’s not a new thought. In fact, my last couple of week in words posts dealt with similar topics.

But it’s a thought I need to keep reminding myself of.

I wasn’t made for an ordinary life. I wasn’t created for an earthly life. I’m a citizen of a different realm, recreated in Christ for a greater purpose.

Heaven forbid that I waste my life on this earth looking only at this earth when God has made me to see veritable GALAXIES.

Lord, would you teach me to be discontent with the paltry diversions this world offers–and content with every rich gift You provide.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


Green Goals

In my list of homemaking goals, under the subheading “Garden” lies goal #7:

“Mow a lawn with an old-style mower”

I am happy to say that today, I turned the text of Goal #7 gray…and wrote after it “DA: April 30, 2011”

Date of Accomplishment: April 30, 2011.

Because today, I went to my local Menards and bought myself a lawnmower.

Old-Style Push Lawn Mower

I came home and assembled my lawnmower; then I mowed my front and side lawns.

So I’ve checked something off my list–but even more excitingly, I am now the owner of an old-style push lawn mower.

Which means I can mow my lawn the green way–any time I want!

I’m ecstatic.

(I’m also eager to see if my theory holds true that mowing with a manual mower is more allergy-friendly because it doesn’t kick grass particles quite so high into the air….I’ll keep you posted.)


Which reminds me of a little Jeopardy-style question I thought up in the tub a few days ago.

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Question: What is “Green Energy”?


Thankful Thursday: Rituals

A good part of my days are taken up with little rituals. Some are intentional, some are just grooves that I’ve slipped into. But, in general, these little rituals help to keep a life that sometimes seems crazy sane.

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This week, I’m thankful for…

sunlight waking me up in the morning
I love having an east facing bedroom–and I love when the sun starts coming up early enough to wake me up. But even if the sun isn’t up early enough, I manufacture fake sunlight via a daylight bulb in a lamp on a timer.

reading my Bible by the light of the sun
I set my Bible on my nightstand before I go to sleep at night–and the first thing I do when I wake up is grab it. Sometimes I drowse and end up reading the same passage over and over as I struggle to actually wake up. But even when I do, it’s wonderful to wake up with the Word.

a bed made the moment I step out of it
Its a Fly-lady ritual I’m so glad I started (and haven’t been able to get out of the habit of). There’s something wonderfully ordered about starting a day with a made bed.

a mug of hot tea and early morning blog reading
Once I’m dressed and ready for work, I pour myself a cuppa and head upstairs to check in with the blog-o-sphere. Mmm…tea with honey and some good reading. Can’t be beat.

greeting the two assisted living residents who sit by the door every morning
They’re a true constant in my life–at least, whenever I’m in Columbus. Saying “Hi” and “Good Morning” with a smile. And having been greeting by them, it is a good morning.

lighting candles and letting the bath water run while I set out the next day’s clothing
Another Flylady ritual that’s stuck–picking out my clothes the night before. No desperate glances in the closet on the morning of. No getting half dressed only to discover that the slip I positively MUST wear with that skirt is dirty. It takes the stress out of mornings–and gives me something to do while my bath water runs (through it’s impossibly small spout.)

soaking in the tub and reading by candlelight
It started out as a concession to allergies. I wash my hair every night before I go to bed so I’m not sleeping with allergens on me. Now I can’t imagine the world without my before bed baths.

blowing out the candles before sinking into a peaceful night’s sleep
As recently as a week ago, I had trouble sleeping. I was always exhausted, but I’d lay in bed unable to sleep. I finally decided to get serious about some of the sleep hygiene practices I’d always known about, but they weren’t doing me that much good. Then I started to think about the startlingly bright bathroom light that’s on while I take my evening bath. Maybe that was affecting my sleep. So I started lighting candles instead. Five votives in a flat bottomed bowl, set on my toilet while I bathe and moved with me to the stool beside my bed. From the time I start my bath water running, I perform every activity by candlelight. And once I blow out the candles, I fall asleep immediately. It’s wonderful. A miracle, really.

The rituals of life. The little things that give our days stability. The framework that allows the exciting events not to overwhelm and the busy not to crush. I am so very thankful for the rituals of life.

What rituals are you thankful for?