Jon Krakauer: “The logical end of religious belief is moral atrocity”

Bigot: a person who is obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices; especially : one who regards or treats the members of a group (as a racial or ethnic group) with hatred and intolerance

~Merriam Webster Online Dictionary

In the world we live in, the word “bigot” is almost always proceeded by the modifier “religious”. As in “The religious bigot who runs Chik-Fil-A doesn’t think gays should get married.”

Per media report, typical targets of bigotry are racial or ethnic minorities, women, and homosexuals.

Undoubtedly Jon Krakauer, who is neither intolerantly religious nor (that I know of) prone to hatred of racial or ethnic minorities, women, or homosexuals would protest loudly to having the appellation “bigot” applied to himself.

Yet his writing in Under the Banner of Heaven makes clear that Krakauer is obstinately devoted to his own opinion and prejudice–and regards members of a certain group with hatred and intolerance.

Despite the book being a expose of various horrific crimes committed by those who call themselves “Mormon Fundamentalists”, the group that Krakauer is rabidly intolerant toward is not Mormons, per se.

Instead, he is determinedly anti-religious, and opposes all who hold religious beliefs.

Krakauer first reveals his bias in the prologue of his book, where he writes of a remorseless murderer:

“How could an apparently sane, avowedly pious man kill a blameless woman and her baby so viciously, without the barest flicker of emotion? Whence did he derive the moral justification? What filled him with such certitude? Any attempt to answer such questions must plumb those murky sectors of the heart and head that prompt most of us to believe in God–and compel an impassioned few, predictably, to carry that irrational belief to its logical end.
~Jon Krakauer, Under the Banner of Heaven (emphasis mine)

So Krakauer first considers belief in God to be an irrational belief, and second, believes that the logical end of belief in God is cruel inhumanity. He trots out the usual examples for evidence of his belief that religiosity is the most potent means of inciting evil: bin Laden, David Koresh, Jim Jones. Of course, he need not explicitly mention the crusades. Everyone knows that those are a strong example for the evils of religion, such that allusion is all that is necessary.

Of course, Krakauer’s narrative misses that many of the greatest atrocities of the twenty-first century were committed not by religious zealots but by atheists and atheistic regimes. Consider Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler (although there is some evidence that Hitler was not technically atheist, since he participated in occultism and believed in some sort of spiritual world), Pol Pot, Kim Jong Il, and Mao Zedong. Together, the regimes of these five men murdered over 75 million people.

By contrast, Krakauer’s list of five religious zealots (Osama bin Laden, David Koresh, Jim Jones, Shoko Asahara, and Dan Lafferty) killed less than 5,000. Of course, one might argue that this is comparing apples to oranges since the atrocities promoted by individuals on Krakauer’s list were not necessarily murder (Koresh, for example, has no murders to his record unless you count the seventy-six people who died in the Waco raids as victims of Koresh himself–which is tenuous to say the least.) But every atrocity committed by these men (rape, molestation, poisoning, murder) was also a part of the atheistic regimes I mentioned.

So is it really true to say that “as a means of motivating people to be cruel or inhumane–as a means of inciting evil, to borrow the vocabulary of the devout–there may be no more potent force than religion”? I think rational people considering 20th century atrocities have to disagree. Religious fervor has resulted in far fewer atrocities than antireligious fervor.

Krakauer is most certainly prejudiced against religion, and his analysis of the evils of religion are based not on an objective review of religion or of “evil” but on a selective reading of history to support his thesis.


An Old-Fashioned Hymn Sing

I like the modern songs of worship. The wave-your-arms-in-the-air or pump-your-fist exciting music. The clap-in-time and hoot-and-holler-at-the-end type of music.

But there’s nothing that can beat the old-fashioned hymns, tried by generations of believers, refined through decades (even centuries) of worshipers.

There’s something about knowing that you are joining a host of saints before you, singing an old chorus. There’s something about meditating on the same words by which some predecessor lived and died.

You don’t need to be in a packed auditorium when you’re singing a hymn. Even if it’s just you in your car on the way home from work in Grand Island, you know you’re joining a community of believers.

Also, there’s nothing like going through a set of old hymns to awaken one’s mind to doctrine.

To remind us of our weakness in spiritual battles–and Christ’s strength on our behalf:

“Did we in our own strength confide
Our striving would be losing
Were not the right man by our side
The man of God’s own choosing
Dost ask who that may be
Christ Jesus, it is He
Lord Sabaoth by name
From age to age the same
And He must win the battle”
~Martin Luther, “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God”

The glory of sins removed:

“My sin–oh the bliss of this glorious thought–
My sin, not in part but the whole
Was nailed to the cross
and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord,
Praise the Lord, oh my soul”
~H.G. Spafford, “It is Well with my Soul”

The eternal hope of Christ’s righteousness:

“When He shall come with trumpet sound
O, may I then in Him be found
Dressed in His righteousness alone
Faultless to stand before the throne.”
~Edward Mote, “The Solid Rock”

The great sacrifice of Christ on our behalf:

“Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in
When Christ, the Mighty Maker, died
For man the creature’s sin”
~Isaac Watts, “At the Cross”

The promise of glorification:

“Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
‘Til all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more.”
~William Cowper, “There is a fountain”

The sovereignty of God over nature:

“That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the Ruler yet”
~Malthie D. Babcock, “This is my Father’s World”

God’s goal to make us like Christ:

“Come Desire of Nations, come!
Fix in us Thy humble home
Rise, the woman’s conquering seed
Bruise in us the serpent’s head
Adam’s likeness now efface
Stamp Thine image in its place
Second Adam from above
Reinstate us in Thy love.”
~Charles Wesley, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”

The sacrifice that motivates my holiness:

“For Thee all the follies of sin I resign…
I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree…”
~Anonymous, “My Jesus, I love Thee”

And then a rainbow rises above the road and in raptures of delight, I sing all the more.

“This is my Father’s world
He shines in all that’s fair
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass
He speaks to me everywhere.”
~Malthie D. Babcock, “This is My Father’s World”


I think I might have to read it again

Have you ever read a book that you closed and thought, “Huh. I should really read that again so I can figure out what I think about it”?

I have.

Frequently.

Recently.

Harry Potter. I devoured them in mere weeks. I have no clue if they’re poorly written or well-written. I have no idea if they have deep meaning to impart or if they’re just a good story. I completely missed most of the Latin or classical allusions (I caught just enough that I know they’re there.) I just read for the sheer enjoyment. Or maybe because they’d cast a spell on me.

A Wrinkle in Time. So far, I’ve followed Charles Wallace and Meg through the tesseract, I’ve fought for Charles Wallace’s farandolae, and I’ve kythed along with Meg as Charles Wallace seeks to save the world from Mad Dog Branzillo. L’Engle raises big questions, suggests wild solutions, may not be quite orthodox but is certainly thought-provoking. But I haven’t thought about her ideas. I’ve merely immersed myself in her world. Echthroi and Farandolae and a cherubim. It’s like time disappears.

The Extraordinary Education of Nicolas Benedict. As interesting as its predecessors, well worth thinking about. But I am too busy with the story to think.

I might have to read them all again. Read them more slowly. Keep myself outside a bit more. Detach myself from the story.

Or I could read them again like I did at first, getting lost in the reading without bothering to think.

I can’t decide which is preferable just now.


Tutorial: Case for a Kindle Keyboard

I’m, er, rather rough on portable electronic devices. They get stuffed into my purse along with everything else that’s in there (at the very least a wallet, an inhaler, some pens, and my multitool–but the occasional/more-frequently-than-not scissors, book, device charger, etc.)

But when the screen on my Kindle went loopy after a quick trip in my purse (my best bet is that it knocked up against the multi-tool)… And when I couldn’t fix the problem by resetting the system… I knew I needed to do something to protect any future devices before I acquired them.

Not being one to shell out money for something that I’m certain could be made myself, I searched for tutorials rather than for items to purchase. What I found was this tutorial, which I read through and then adapted quite liberally to make my own cover, which I wanted to be hard-sided AND padded to provide extra protection from stray multi-tools.

Kindle Case

And, of course, I took pictures and wrote up the steps so that I could replicate the process should I so desire.

What You Need:

  • Chipboard (I didn’t have any chipboard handy enough so I used the inferior, but in this case still fairly sturdy regular cardboard from within an old binder)
  • Fabric for exterior of case
  • Fabric for interior of case
  • Quilt batting
  • Elastic (I used dollar store elastic headbands)

What You Need to Do:

1. Cut chipboard (using a straightedge and a utility knife) into the following:

  • Two 7 5/8″ x 5″ rectangles
  • One 7 5/8″ x 1 1/2″ rectangle

Cutting Chipboard

2. Cut exterior fabric into rectangle 14″ x 8 1/2″

3. Cut interior fabric and batting into rectangle 15″ x 9 1/2″

4. Pin batting to wrong side of interior fabric. Quilt through fabric and batting as desired (I did diagonal lines from either direction to make a diamond pattern)

Quilting interior fabric to batting

5. Cut quilted fabric down to a 14″ x 8 1/2″ rectangle

6. Cut 3 pieces of elastic ~7″ long

7. Lay out quilted fabric right side up so that the short sides make the sides and the long sides make the top and bottom. Mark points along the top edge 2 3/4″ from right side, 3 1/2″ from right side, and 6 1/2″ from right side. Mark the same points along the bottom edge. This will be where you’ll attach your elastic (see the photo below for approximately what that will look like.)

Marking and attaching elastic

8. Baste edges of elastic to marked points (I used a zig-zag stitch hugging the far side of the fabric.

9. Pin interior fabric to exterior fabric, right sides together.

Pinning fabric together

10. Sew top, right side, and left side together using a scant 1/4″ seam allowance.

11. Turn inside out and press corners to a point using your fingers or a crochet hook.

Turning the pocket inside out

12. Arrange elastic so that the center piece of elastic is on the exterior side and the other two pieces of elastic are on the interior side.

13. Slide 7 5/8″ x 1 1/2″ rectangle of chipboard into sewn pocket. Snug it all the way up to the seam.

14. Change the presser foot on your sewing machine to a zipper foot and sew as close as you can to the chipboard without sewing through the chipboard. (The dotted line on the photo below shows approximately where the edge of the chipboard is–and therefore where I sewed.)

Sewing close to the chipboard

15. Sew another line 3/4″ away from the seam you just made. (This time, the dotted line is a very approximate indicator of where that seam will be.)

Making the next seam

16. Slide one of the 7 5/8″ x 5″ rectangles of chipboard into sewn pocket so that it is snug against the seam you just made. Sew as close to the “open” side of the chipboard as you can without sewing through the chipboard.

17. Sew another line 7/8″ away from the seam you just made.

18. Snug in your final piece of chipboard. At this point, if you were to fold your case up, it would look something like the picture below (except that your cardboard shouldn’t be showing because I adjusted the dimensions of the fabric in this tutorial to fix that problem.)

Before closing the last seam

19. Tuck additional fabric into itself and slipstitch opening closed (or, if you hate slipstitching as much as I do, use your zipper foot again and sew really uber-close to the chipboard again.)

Closing the last seam

Your cover is now complete, except for inserting your Kindle.

20. Slide Kindle under the two strips of elastic. Close cover. Place flap over cover, Move elastic from back over flap to seal shut.

Finished product

You’ll notice that my flap looks a bit wonky–that it projects a bit instead of laying flat. I adjusted the measurement up in step 15 so that shouldn’t happen to you if you’re following this tutorial.


Of course, now that I’ve made my own case, I’ve seen a half dozen cute pictures and tutorials elsewhere that I’d ALSO like to try. You can check out my Kindle Cover Pinboard if you’re interested in seeing some of those.


Food Notes

I know I spent a LONG time discussing why we needn’t keep the OT food laws, and I know it’s been a while since I posted anything of my theology of food.

But I haven’t forgotten it or given it up, I promise.

Instead, I’m at a node and am struggling to figure out which branch to follow.

Except that I just figured out where I need to go next. Yep. Okay. Look forward to hearing about how your appetite can rob you.


In other news, I recently found a second-hand copy of my all-time favorite diet book.

If you’re interested in losing weight and come to me for a book recommendation, I’m going to point you to Barbara Rolls’ Volumetrics.

Volumetrics is firmly rooted in science, is practical for everyday whole-family use, and (most of all?) allows you to still enjoy food without feeling deprived.

Back in my days in residence hall foodservice, I often amazed my coworkers with how much I ate. How did I stay thin, they wondered, when I ate a loaded plate plus two cereal bowls and a small bowl worth of food at every meal?

Volumetrics. Honestly.

I’m sold on the science–and its practical application.


Of course, with all the running I’ve been doing lately (that would not be the physical activity version of running), I haven’t had much opportunity to eat anything but (bleh) fast food.

Today I ordered my absolute favorite, rave-about-it-all-the-time Apple Pecan Chicken Salad (the half size is all you need) from Wendy’s.

And I was disappointed.

It didn’t taste like I remember it tasting (last week). I’m hoping that the problem is just dysgeusia (altered perception of taste) related to either the shingles or the medicine I’m taking for the shingles.

‘Cause it would really stink if my favorite healthy fast food stopped being good for good.

And–if it happens to be a dysgeusia problem, I could always try zinc supplementation to see if that’d help. (Interesting research about zinc and a potential role in taste. Very tentative at present, but when you’ve got completely unexplained dysgeusia, you’re willing to grasp at straws to stop the weight loss–but I should stop talking about work. Anyhow, I’d love to see more research on zinc and taste/flavor perception.)


So, what’re you eating these days? Do you have a “go-to” diet that you’ve been successful with (or that you’ve heard about and have questions regarding)? I LOVE talking food.


Thankful Thursday: Shingles

Thankful Thursday bannerIf it is true (and it certainly is) that God is sovereign, then every event of our lives, from the most minute to the most profound, has been forethought and planned by God.

If it is true (and it certainly is) that God has planned all things to work together for good for those who love Him and who are called according to His purposes, and if it is true that I am called according to His purposes, then every event of my life is designed to accomplish good.

If God has specially designed, lovingly thought through, every detail of my life in order to accomplish my good in His ineffable purposes, does it not follow that I should worship and thank Him for every detail?

“So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and struck Job with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head. And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself while he sat in the ashes.

Then his wife said to him, ‘Do you still hold fast your integrity? Curse God and die.’ But he said to her, ‘You speak as one of the foolish women would speak. Shall we receive good from God, and shall we not receive evil?‘”

~Job 2:7-10 ESV (emphasis my own)

This week I’m thankful…

…for hot flashes at work on Monday
It’s been ages since I had that over-the-top-can’t-breathe-I’m-so-hot feeling. But I had it, briefly, on Monday. It was, I realize now, a harbinger of what was to come.

…for an excruciating headache accompanied by nausea on Tuesday
I usually feel a bit icky in the mornings, which resolves as my allergy medicine kicks in. By the time I realized that it wasn’t just that, I was already in Grand Island–too great a distance to turn around and go home just because I feel awful (and because I’m not sure another hour of driving, this time into the sun, would have done my headache any good.) So I waited it out and finally left work a bit early, bringing home enough work to keep me busy for a while to come.

…for an unexpected rash
I was stunned when I undressed for my bath and discovered a frond of bubbling rash to the left side of my back. I quickly inspected my dress to see if there had been something on the fabric; inspected where my hair had fallen to see if I was having some sort of allergic reaction to my hair tie. Neither panned out.

…for sisters who don’t mind
Strangely enough (considering that I’m not exactly the classic demographic for shingles), my first thought was shingles. I had each of my sisters inspect the spot in turn, to make sure I wasn’t inventing a medical condition for a cluster of pimples. They confirmed, this was not pimples.

…for itching and burning and finally for sleep
It was like the whole left side of me was itching, the rash was burning. If I placed any pressure on my left side, it fell asleep. I did not fall asleep. I read impatiently, wishing for sleep but finding it elusive.

…for a speedy doctor’s visit
My own doctor wasn’t in the office on Wednesday, but I got in with one of his partners fairly early in the day. After a whiz-bang visit, I was on my way with a diagnosis of shingles and a prescription for an antiviral. If I hadn’t identified the rash as early as I had, it might have been too late for the antiviral and I’d have just had to wait it out. As it is, I’m taking antivirals three times a day, but I’m getting some help in fighting the stuff.

…for plenty of work
My shingles has been apparently fairly mild (judging from the stories I’ve heard of others’ cases)–but one of the things it has done is made my left arm sore. Which makes typing (a large part of my job) less than fun. Nevertheless, I had at least ten hours worth of work to do today–and I got through it.

…for Anna’s proposal
When we were discussing how I’m not exactly the target demographic for shingles (shingles is most common in the elderly, the immunocompromised, and those who had chicken pox before age 1), I mentioned that stress probably pushed my Herpes Zoster (chickenpox virus) out of latency. Anna said that she would like to propose a prospective randomized double blind clinical trial…of children who have had chicken pox over their birthdays.

Of course, that’d be what did it. Naturally someone who had chicken pox on her ninth birthday would also have shingles when she was 27. It’s the perfect explanation.

And it made me laugh.

…for Job days that aren’t Job days at all
Job was covered with sores from head to foot. I have a mere couple square inches of sores with pain/burning/soreness radiating outward along just half of my body. Job lost his family and possessions. I still have my family to sympathize with me and my Kindle to read to me. My Job days are nothing compared to his, except for one thing.

The same God lovingly ordained each of our days and each of us to our own days. And should our loving God dream me into one of Job’s own days, I pray that I should respond in the same way as he.

“Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped.”
~Job 1:20 ESV (Emphasis mine)

God is worthy of all praise, in my best days and in my worst. Furthermore, even my worst days are a testament to His faithful, loving, sovereignty. I will praise, I will thank, I will adore my King.


Truth and Consequence in Prince Caspian

Chronicles of Narnia Reading ChallengeThe time has come to close this year’s Chronicles of Narnia reading challenge–and I, as usual, have not managed to quite accomplish what I set out to do.

My plan, per my introduction post, was to explore how the different characters in Prince Caspian responded to the truth. I also intended to read Roar: A Christian Family Guide to the Chronicles of Narnia–and I checked out one of the old (think, stuffed lion) videos of Prince Caspian out of the library.

I ended up doing only the former–and not as completely as I had intended.

First, I looked at how the four Pevensies came to the conclusion that they were back in Narnia.

Next, I looked at Caspian’s childlike faith and discussed the role of fairy tales in revealing truth.

Third, I discussed how the Telemarine’s suppressed the truth in unrighteousness, inventing ghosts to fear rather than fearing and worshiping Aslan.

Finally, I talked about Trumpkin’s skepticism and his personal road to belief.

I had intended to go one step further and discuss Lucy.

Lucy’s role in Prince Caspian is reminiscent of her role in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. While all four children enter Narnia together this time, Lucy still ends up being something of a guide–with more knowledge than the rest.

Her more knowledge, of course, is a direct result of being the first of the children (and Trumpkin) to see Aslan when He returns from over the sea.

Just like in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, the rest of the children don’t believe Lucy’s story. They don’t think she’s lying, like they did then; but they still believe her to be mistaken about having seen Aslan. How can Aslan be there if they can’t see Him?

Because the others don’t believe Lucy, they are unwilling to take the route she suggests. So Lucy finds herself miserably traveling an opposing route–a route that turns out to be ruinous.

When Lucy at last finds herself face to face with Aslan, He comments that much time has been lost that day.

“Yes, wasn’t it a shame?” said Lucy. “I saw you all right. They wouldn’t believe me. They’re all so–”

From somewhere deep inside Aslan’s body there came the faintest suggestion of a growl.

“I’m sorry,” said Lucy, who understood some of his moods. “I didn’t mean to start slanging the others. But it wasn’t my fault anyway, was it?”

The Lion looked straight into her eyes.

“Oh, Aslan,” said Lucy. “you don’t mean it was? How could I – I couldn’t have left the others and come up to you alone, how could I? Don’t look at me like that…oh well, I suppose I could. Yes, and it wouldn’t have been alone, I know, not if I was with you. But what would have been the good?”

Aslan said nothing.

~From Prince Caspian

Lucy knew the truth. She had seen Aslan, had seen him directing where they should go. But when the others refused to listen to her testimony, she turned aside and followed them along a foolish path.

She knew the truth but did not walk in the truth.

In this case, Aslan offers mercy and gives Lucy another chance to follow him. This time, the rest of the group reluctantly give in to follow and all turns out well.

Lucy didn’t know that, couldn’t have known that. She needed to be willing to walk where Aslan led whether or not anyone else came with her.

Of all the things that we can do with the truth, this is the one that I most closely identify with. I know the truth. I believe the truth intellectually. But when it comes to walking in the truth, acting on what I affirm, I often take the path of least resistance.

Oh, that God would work in my heart that I might will and do His good pleasure.

“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.”
~3 John 4 ESV


This has been my wrap-up post for this year’s Chronicles of Narnia Reading Challenge. Follow the link to read what other people have been doing and thinking during this year’s challenge. (If your interested in my past participation in the challenge, you can check out my Chronicles of Narnia Reading Challenge tag.


Domestic pursuits

I walked into my craft room a few weeks back and just about laid down and died.

It’s. SO. messy.

Disaster zone messy. Can’t walk anywhere without tripping over something messy. “Were you born in a barn?” kind of messy.

It’s horrendous.

As I began to sort through the mess of fabric and notions and thrifted items and scrapbook paper and stuff salvaged from the recycle bin, I began to identify my problem: Too many ideas, not enough follow through.

I have half a dozen hundred (and that’s not much of an exaggeration there) projects in progress–or fabric and notions paired for a project that’s just in my brain.

I have a ginormous tub full of jeans ready to be made into a jean quilt. I have homespun flannels paired to be used in a braided rug. I have a teal matte velour for a skirt and a gorgeous lavender satin with a scalloped edge for a formal gown and bright green sateen for a Christmas dress. I have flannels already cut to size for receiving blankets, appliqued blocks ready to be pieced and quilted, crazy quilt blocks to be combined. I have bags of fancy fabrics for a crazy quilt of my own design, bags of old t-shirts for a throw quilt, old clothing articles waiting to be upcycled or used as a pattern.

The problem is that all these projects are in some state of UNDONE, and are filling my craft room past its capacity.

I decided that rather than try to reorganize my many ongoing projects ad nauseum, I would try to reduce the mess by completing some of the projects.

So I’ve been doing lots of little stuff around the house these days.

Repainting a thrifted file cabinet and sorting through my files (I still have to repaint the cabinet next to it–then I can empty the filing crate that’s hanging out in the middle of the office.)

Painted file cabinet

Finishing up a bath mat that I started ages ago. It’s made with old t-shirts gathered into ruffles and sewn onto a canvas matting. I had about five rows done and a whole scad of t-shirt strips pre-gathered. I just needed to get sewing.

Ruffled bath mat

Making a “Christmas” throw rug (easily washable for bathroom use) with the thrifted towels I’d bought for that purpose a couple of winters ago.

Christmas throw rug

Making a pillow cover from an old sweater (and a pillow form to go inside of it).

Pillow cover

Making the needed repairs to this lovely maxi so that I could wear it at last (I bought it in rather shabby condition.)

Blue polka-dot maxi dress

Altering this shift down a few sizes so that I could finally wear it. (Yes, I do buy vintage clothing that doesn’t quite fit if I think I can figure out how to make it fit.)

Vintage shift

Making a bag (using thrifted fabric) for the waffle blocks I’d bought at a thrift store a month or so ago.

Bag of waffle blocks

Finishing another row of quilting on a quilt I started three or four years ago (using old dresses and skirts!)

Quilting detail

Decoupaging 20 advertising magnets so that they don’t advertise anything anymore.

Decoupaged magnets

Except one, which advertises myself:

Decoupaged magnets
(Beyond the glare, that one reads “Bekah Bekah Bekah”)

Can you tell which patterns I liked best?

Decoupaged magnets

And I’ve made a new Kindle cover (for which I will someday put up a tutorial–I’ve taken the pictures and I have the steps written out–I just need to translate it into web-speak.)

Kindle Cover

Fully opened:
Kindle cover fully opened

Fully closed:
Kindle cover fully closed

Unfortunately, all this has barely made a dent in the disaster that is my craft room. I did, however, at least get my larger pieces of fabric in some semblance of order:

Fabric shelves
(Please pardon the blurriness of that photo).

And I pinned a few hundred additional craft ideas.

Of course.

:-)


Trumpkin: The Modern Skeptic

“Do you believe all those old stories?” asked Trumpkin.

“I tell you, we don’t change, we beasts,” said Trufflehunter. “We don’t forget. I believe in the High King Peter and the rest that reigned at Cair Paravel, as firmly as I believe in Aslan himself.”

“As firmly as that, I dare say,” said Trumpkin. “But who believes in Aslan nowadays?”

~From C.S. Lewis’s Prince Caspian

Trumpkin is the best sort of modern man, except that he’s not a man at all but a dwarf. He’s loyal, practical, and not willing to put up with any nonsense.

Unfortunately, he considers Aslan and the kings and queens of old and Cair Paravel and the sacred How among the “nonsense”.

When the Dark Dwarf suggests introducing Caspian to an ogre and a hag, Trufflehunter argues that they would not have Aslan as a friend if they were to add such to their ranks. Trumpkin cries out bravely “Oh, Aslan! What matters much more is that you wouldn’t have me.”

Trumpkin doesn’t believe that blowing Susan’s horn will do any good–in fact, he is rather disgusted that it may lose them two fighters–but he is loyal to his king and will go in search of the help he is sure will not be coming. “I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here. You are my King. I know the difference between giving advice and taking orders. You’ve had my advice, and now it’s time for orders.”

Once he finds himself (rather circuitously) dropped in the laps of the Promised Four, he is willing to let them be the children from the stories–but is less willing to believe that they’d be any help. It takes being beaten twice, once by Edmund at a sword fight and a second time by Susan at archery, for him to believe that they are indeed the Expected Help.

Even still, Trumpkin holds out. Yes, he is forced to admit that magic must exist (inasmuch as it has brought the Pevensies to Narnia), but that is all he will admit.

Like the modern scientist forced by the reality of this universe’s beginning to acknowledge the need for a greater cause, Trumpkin grudgingly admits to magic. But his god, like Stephen Hawking’s, is a deistic, impersonal first cause; not the Aslan of Narnian legend or the God of Scripture.

Lucy’s testimony, likewise, is unable to convince the hardened skeptic. “Her Majesty may well have seen a lion. There are lions in these woods, I’ve been told. But it needn’t have been a friendly and talking lion any more than the bear was a friendly and talking bear…He’d be a pretty elderly lion by now if he’s one you knew when you were here before! And if it could be the same one, what’s to prevent him having gone wild and witless like so many others?”

At last, Trumpkin comes to believe, but only because he has been in the lion’s mouth.

“The Dwarf, hunched up in a little, miserable ball, hung from Aslan’s mouth. The Lion gave him one shake and all his armour rattled like a tinker’s pack and then–hey-presto–the Dwarf flew up in the air. He was as safe as if he had been in bed, though he did not feel so.”

Trumpkin is no longer skeptical. He has come flesh-to-flesh with the reality of Aslan. Aslan the Dangerous, who could have killed him with a single crunch of His jaws. Aslan the Merciful, who put him on his feet and offered him friendship.

Trumpkin no longer has a choice. He can no longer deny. He can only agree with Aslan.

Chronicles of Narnia Reading Challenge


This post is another part of my investigation of how different characters in Prince Caspian relate to the truth. I am reading Prince Caspian as part of Carrie’s Chronicles of Narnia Reading Challenge. Follow the link to see who else is participating in the challenge–and to read some of their posts.


Hoping for rain

“How’s it going?” she asked.

One look said it all.

I was ready to quit. I’d been reaching into my personal reserves so deep for so long that I had nothing left to give.

How could I go on?

She challenged me to have a hard conversation, to let someone know that this was too much.

Even the thought was exhausting. Who would I go to? My boss? Any of the three executive directors of the three buildings I work for? Either of my two consulting dietitians? My consulting dietitians’ boss?

I had no idea.

But I knew something had to be done.

Then, by the grace of God, one of my consulting dietitians asked some hard questions.

“Can you do this?” she asked. “Not that you’re not normal, but could a normal person do this with normal hours?”

I had to confess that no, there was no way I could do this–anyone could do this–and still maintain normal hours.

Even that was so good. To have someone know. To have someone recognize how hard I’ve been working, how crazy my workload and hours have been. To have someone understand.

But she’s doing more. She’s working on my behalf. She’s going to help me in the now, help reduce my load. And she’s going to talk with the powers that be, help me at least propose my ideal scenario.

After a month without a drop of rain, the sky has clouded over.

I feel like it might finally rain.