My Post-Apocalyptic Character

So, a Facebook acquaintance of mine posted this thing about “getting into character”. Not sure if it’s for a story or a video game or something entirely other–but I thought the questions were funny, so I’m going to pretend they’re a meme and answer them. (Please be aware that the answers to these questions are not necessarily true–which doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re false.)

What were you doing before the world ended? What was your job?

I was a librarian who spent most of my time in the basement book re-binding area “fixing” (aka reading) books.

Who did you eat for breakfast this morning, and why?

Albatross. “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and Whodunit, the nerdy person’s mystery game.

What’s in your post-apocalyptic wardrobe? Which possessions do you always keep close?

Reading glasses, support hose, and Shakespeare’s complete works.

How do you feel about eating people? Is it evil? Where, if anywhere, do you draw the line?

Always wrong. But I don’t ask questions when I’m offered albatross (I Cor. 10:25)

How did you survive “the end” when so many others did not?

The aforementioned book rebinding area? Terrific fallout shelter. And books provide both hope and knowledge for surviving nuclear holocaust.

What are your hopes for the future? Do you think humanity will recover?

Future for this place? Maybe, maybe not. My hope is in another world.

What do you miss most about civilized life and the way things were?

A decent teapot. Boiling water in a pan makes a greatly inferior cuppa.

What things are better now?

No middle school “visitors” to the library.

Did you lose anyone special?

“Cat”, my pet fish.


A Note about Gothard

Just a quick note about Gothard.

Yesterday’s post may have left you wondering what I really do think about Gothard, whether I consider him a false teacher, and so on and so forth.

The answer is, I don’t know.

I attended Gothard’s seminars as an early teen who had serious issues with law and grace. In many ways, I was living as one of the foolish Galatians, bewitched to think that having been saved by grace, I now needed to be made right by good works.

While I did not hear the message of grace in Gothard’s teaching, that is not to say that it was not there. At that point in my life, I was eager for rules to follow to make myself perfect–I probably would have ignored the message of grace if Gothard had presented it.

Even if I did hear it then, my memory is faulty and it has been years since I attended a Gothard seminar.

I have often mused to myself or to others that I’d like to go back to a seminar again, to hear it with new ears and be able to actually evaluate it. Unfortunately, the others who I’ve asked to go with me were more scarred than I by their first experiences with Gothard (that is, of having to sit in a seminar for long hours with little sensory input.)

I have not been back to a Gothard seminar since the summer where God changed my life by changing my view of justification. I have never been to a Gothard seminar since my heart became tuned to the rhythms of grace.

Which means I can really offer no commentary at all on Gothard’s teaching. I don’t know. In a very real sense, I’ve never heard Gothard–at least, never through glasses unsmudged by desperate longing for perfection through works.

So…Anybody wanna meet me at a Gothard seminar? I’m still looking for someone to go with me. I’m willing to travel anywhere. :-)


A Comment Ministry

Years ago, I wrote a brief post about Bill Gothard and what I remembered about the two Basic Life Seminars and one Advanced Life Seminar I attended. I wrote that I remember Gothard presenting lots of rules and “princibles”, but that I don’t remember Gothard presenting the gospel.

Two months ago, I received an e-mail from an individual I have never before heard of in my life. This individual referenced my post on Gothard and sent me a link to a website that helps the “spiritually abused” recover.

More recently, a bloggie-friend posted a list of books she was either reading or going to start reading–and mentioned a book by C.J. Mahaney.

Someone, who I have never seen commenting on this friend’s posts before, wrote the following in the comments: “It has been shown that [C.J. Mahaney] doesn’t practice what he teaches.”

So what I want to know is, what do these folks think they are accomplishing in making such comments?

The man who read my post about Gothard undoubtedly stumbled across my blog somehow or another and found himself moved with compassion at the spiritual abuse I clearly described myself to have suffered. Desperate to do something to help, he searched relentlessly for a resource that might be able to meet me where I was at.

And surely the man who commented on my blog-friend’s post saw something in her writing that demonstrated that she was likely to be led astray by Mahaney. I am convinced that he was attempting to save his sister from false doctrine.

Right?

I kinda doubt it.

A more likely scenario is that someone with a beef against Gothard googled “Gothard” and maybe “law” and ended up on my site. Having found an accounting of my personal experiences with Gothard, he read liberally between the lines to determine that I had been “spiritually abused.” Having seen what he was looking for (although not necessarily what was actually there), he did what he had been intending to do all along. “Help” some poor “victim” of Gothard’s false teaching.

A more likely scenario is that someone with a beef against Mahaney either deliberately searched out or accidentally stumbled over a post in which Mahaney’s book was described–and felt it necessary to “share” his “knowledge” about Mahaney.

These men might even consider this e-mail/blog-comment trolling to be a ministry–correcting falsehoods within the church.

Yet this approach strikes me as singularly unsatisfying.

Perhaps some individuals have suffered spiritual abuse at Gothard’s hands. I am not one of them. Anyone who knows me and has actually talked to me about Gothard knows that I bear no lasting damage as a result of Gothard’s teaching (in fact, whatever I may think of certain of his teachings and whatever I may remember or not remember about how the gospel was or was not presented, Gothard’s teaching on “unchangeables” was quite beneficial to me when I first heard it as an early teen.)

But my e-mailer did not know me. He failed in ministering to me because he did not know me well enough to diagnose my problems or to provide an appropriate solution. Instead, he ended up being an annoyance.

Likewise, what the commenter said about Mahaney may be true. Perhaps Mahaney does not practice what he preaches. But my blogger-friend who mentioned Mahaney’s book is not promoting Mahaney’s lifestyle, nor is she uncritically accepting Mahaney’s teaching. On the other hand, what the commenter said about Mahaney may be false. Perhaps Mahaney does practice what he preaches. How does my blogger-friend know that she can trust the (I presume unknown to her) commenter?

Judging from this commenter’s lack of previous comments on my friend’s posts, the commenter likely knows little about my blogger-friend–and my blogger-friend likely knows little of him. As a result, his comment is little more than idle words. I doubt they will keep my friend from reading the book she had already purposed to read–and I doubt they will change her way of reading the book. The comment ends up being just words on a page, well-meant, perhaps, but meaningless.

Because ministry and correction flow from relationship, not from a cursory reading of words on a page.

Does this mean that ministry or correction cannot occur through a blog or an e-mail? No.

I have been ministered to greatly through comments on my blog. I have received needed correction to my thoughts and attitudes as a result of comments or e-mails from my readers.

But those comments that ended up being ministry (either as encouragement or as correction) had a few features not found in the aforementioned comments about Gothard and Mahaney:

1. The comments that ministered were comments based on a careful reading of what was actually said

The commenters bothered to read what I said, to try to ascertain my intent in what I had said, and to get background when necessary (by reading other posts or asking questions.)

2. The comments that ministered were comments from people who proved their care.

The commenters proved that they cared more about me than about being right or about proving another person or idea wrong. They took initiative to build a relationship with me, to also comment on the trivialities that I posted–instead of just bursting out of nowhere to correct me.

3. The comments that ministered were comments that took their authority from the Word of God.

The commenters backed up their encouragement or their correction with Scripture (or, at the least, with principles from Scripture.) They told me where they felt that I had erred in my thinking in relation to what the Word of God says–or they affirmed my actions or thoughts in relation to what the Word of God says.

So tell me, have you ever been ministered to by a comment on your blog? What were some of the characteristics I’ve missed? Have you experienced any not-so-ministering comments (like the one someone sent me about Gothard)? I’d love to hear your stories.


The Argument from Design: Notes from “What’s So Great About Christianity?”

The following are chapter synopses and short quotes from the fourth section of Dinesh D’Souza’s What’s So Great About Christianity? This fourth section is entitled: “The Argument from Design”


Chapter 11:
D’Souza argues that the best of modern astronomy (including the Big Bang Theory) is powerful evidence for the God of the Bible, and powerful evidence against atheism.
(This is a topic I am extremely interested in–and I appreciated D’Souza’s comments.)

“In a stunning confirmation of the book of Genesis, modern scientists have discovered that the universe was created in a primordial explosion of energy and light. Not only did the universe have a beginning in space and time, but the origin of the universe was also a beginning for space and time. Space and time did not exist prior to the universe. If you accept that everything that has had a beginning has a cause, then the material universe had a nonmaterial or spiritual cause. This spiritual cause brought the universe into existence using none of the laws of physics. The creation of the universe was, in the quite literal meaning of the term, a miracle. Its creator is known to be a spiritual, eternal being of creativity and power beyond all conceivable limits. Mind, not matter, came at the beginning. With the help of science and logic, all this can be rationally demonstrated.”

Chapter 12:
D’Souza argues from modern science that man has a special place in the universe–a position that is entirely consistent with Christian belief.

“It’s hard to avoid the question: if man is so central to God’s purposes in nature, why do we live in such a marginal speck of real estate in such a big, indifferent universe?…It turns out that the vast size and great age of our universe are not coincidental. They are the indispensable conditions for the existence of life on earth….The entire universe with all its laws appears to be a conspiracy to produce, well, us. Physicists call this incredible finding the anthropic principle….The Copernican narrative has been reversed and man has been restored to his ancient pedestal as the favored son, and perhaps even the raison d’etre, of creation.”

Chapter 13:
D’Souza argues that Christianity and evolution are not incompatible, and that atheists who claim that evolution does away with the need for a God go beyond the limits of the science. (For the record, I find D’Souza’s initial argument weak and his second compelling. D’Souza is convinced that macroevolution is scientifically supported; I am not. Furthermore, D’Souza fails to address the theological argument for special creation of man and the necessity for a true first Adam. On the other hand, I believe D’Souza is right that, even if Christians were to concede on the point of macroevolution, atheism has yet to give a compelling answer for the origin of life, consciousness, and human rationality and morality.)

“It should be clear from all this that the problem is not with evolution. The problem is with Darwinism. Evolution is a scientific theory, Darwinism is a metaphysical stance and a political ideology. In fact, Darwinism is the atheist spin imposed on the theory of evolution.”

Chapter 14:
D’Souza argues that while science is procedurally atheistic, it does not in any way preclude the existence of God–and that today’s militant atheists are incorrect in thinking that science is the only means by which the world can be understood.

“The adversaries of religion…frequently conflate procedural atheism with philosophical atheism. They pretend that because God cannot be discovered through science, God cannot be discovered at all….[A particular atheist that D’Souza quotes] assumes without evidence that scientific knowledge is the only kind of knowledge, and that it gives us true and full access to reality. Are these assumptions valid? …If you were to ask a scientist, ‘why is this water boiling?’ he or she would answer in terms of molecules and temperatures. But there is a second explanation: the water is boiling because I want to have a cup of tea. this second explanation is a perfectly valid description of reality, yet it is ignored or avoided by the scientific account…Science is incapable of answering questions about the nature or purpose of reality.”


Nightstand (September 2011)

I am happy to announce that I read everything I showed you in my picture last month (except for the books I own which are still in progress.) I pretty much never do that.

Books in progressBooks in the wings

Adult Fiction

  • Delusion by Peter Abrahams
    My second book by Abrahams, this one actually lived up to the designation “suspense”. I enjoyed this tale of a woman whose life unravels when a new bit of evidence releases a man who has years before been convicted of murder on the basis of her testimony.
  • Big Girl Small by Rachel DeWoskin
    When I reviewed Big Girl Small earlier this month, I couldn’t decide whether or not to recommend this book about a teenaged little person who finds herself the topic of a national scandal. It’s got some very mature content–and I’m not sure that the good is enough to outweigh the bad.
  • Job’s Niece by Grace Livingston Hill
    The least romantic GLH I’ve read so far. Included a very interesting page on dispensationalism. Yes, Carrie, I do enjoy these-and it is somewhat incongruous.
  • The Birthright and The Distant Beacon by Janette Oke and T. Davis Bunn
    I’m almost done with my library’s collection of Janette Oke–this is the last series (I think). I’ve been enjoying the series, but I’ll be glad to be done.
  • Amy Inspired by Bethany Pierce
    Sherry gave a rave review, Barbara a rather more subdued one. I agreed with both.

Adult Non-fiction

  • Dave Barry Turns 40
    I’ve gotta be almost done with Dave Barry’s 817s. Gotta.
  • Cats of Africa by Bosman and Hall-Martin
    Lovely paintings and drawings by Bosman, interesting text by Hall-Martin. It’s a coffee-table type book, but stuffed full of information about the 10 species of cats found in Africa: the cheetah, the leopard, the lion, the caracal, the serval, the black-footed cat, the African wild cat, the swamp cat, the sand cat, and the African golden cat.
  • Beaten, Seared, and Sauced by Jonathon Dixon
    A project memoir focused around the author’s chef’s training at the Culinary Institute of America. Reviewed here.
  • What’s So Great About Christianity? by Dinesh D’Souza
    Definitely a fascinating defense of Christianity. I’ve excerpted liberally in the following posts: The Future of Christianity, Christianity and the West, and Christianity and Science
  • Spousonomics by Szuchman and Anderson
    An absolutely fascinating book applying the principles of economics to marriage. A single woman, I’m not the target audience for this book. But I laughed my way through (Szuchman and Anderson are hilarious)–and even ended up applying my new-found knowledge of loss aversion to my computer-building trials.
  • American Spartans: the US Marines in combat from Iwo Jima to Iraq by James A. Warren, read by Dick Hill
    A fascinating history of the modern corps. I was rather amazed at the Corps’ ability to adapt to the wide variety of combat conditions they’ve faced throughout the past century. I was also rather amused at how the reader’s “Marine quoting” voice was gruff with a Southern accent.
  • The Art of Simple Food by Alice Waters
    I may pick this cookbook up again when I have more time to spend cooking. For now, the only recipe I used from this book was a chicken salad. I chose it because its instructions read: “First, make a mayonnaise.” Those instructions were definitely not for a beginner. The end result was rather blah, but I’m not sure if that wasn’t my fault since my mayonnaise broke and I had to mix in an additional egg yolk to get it to re-emulsify. Like I said, I might have to pick this book up again to see if it’s actually any good.
  • There Must Be More than This by Judith Wright
    Should have been titled “There must be more than this book”. Wright tries to teach people how to live a life of “more” by getting rid of their “soft addictions”, but her formless “more” leaves something lacking. True fulfillment can only be found in Christ. All other quests for “more” fall short.

Juvenile Non-Fiction

  • The Holocaust Heroes by David K. Freman
    Another title in the Holocaust Library series. Not sure whether they’re getting less good as I read more or whether it’s just the repetition of the same material (within the same series of books) that’s making me perceive these last couple as not as well written.
  • The Nobel Book of Answers edited by Bettina Stiekel
    A collection of essays by Nobel prize winners. Some are okay, most are vapid, all are patronizing. “How Do I win the Nobel Prize?” by Mikhail Gorbachev is a real winner (NOT!)

Juvenile Fiction

  • Anatopsis by Chris Abouzeid
    I have a full review of this dystopian novel in my notebook. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet transcribed onto bekahcubed. So, for now, I’ll say that I give it four stars–and kudos to the author for writing a non-morally-neutral book with witches and warlocks (and gods and demigods, for that matter.)
  • Close to Famous by Joan Bauer
    A great little story about a girl with big dreams and big secret–and who manages to accomplish big things, with the help of some neighborhood kids and the famous movie star who hides out down the street.
  • Pretty Dead by Francesca Lia Block
    In my handwritten review, I write that of all Block’s books I’ve read so far, this is the one I’m most likely to recommend. Alas, I haven’t transcribed this review either. Which means I’ll only warn you that it’s a vampire novel and, like the rest of Block’s work, it’s rather edgy.
  • What I Saw and how I Lied by Judy Blundell
    I gave this YA novel set in post-WWII America four stars, recommending it for more mature and thoughtful audiences because of its weighty subject matter.
  • The Hooded Hawk Mystery by Franklin W. Dixon

Children’s Books

  • Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Babe Ruth Baseball by David A. Adler
  • Picture Books Bi-Bl
    I read a few dozen of these, including the ever-amusing Chicken Cheeks by Michael Blake.

As always, there are still more books in progress or in the wings, preparing to be taken up for the next go-round!

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Book Review: “Amy Inspired” by Bethany Pierce

Sherry’s review had me quickly placing a hold at my no-longer-local library, to be picked up the next time I was in town. Barbara’s review, read after the book was already in my possession but not yet read, had me itching to find out whose view I would take.

Amy Inspired, by Bethany Pierce, turned out to be everything Sherry had said it was–and everything Barbara described.

Amy is almost thirty, a single adjunct writing instructor who dreams of being a published author. Unfortunately, she is plagued with rejection letters and is in a perpetual state of writer’s block.

She gives an exhausted agreement to her roommate’s proposal to let an out-of-work friend crash at their place while his apartment is being fumigated for bedbugs–and ends up flabbergasted to discover that she’s just obtained a second roommate, a seemingly permanent fixture on the living room futon.

Eli is the typical starving artist, a brooding sort who ekes out a living as a coffee-bar barista while women swoon over his every step. Amy is not immune to his charms, but rather wishes she was, considering that he’s her roommate–and that he has a girlfriend (albeit a girlfriend who’s studying abroad and therefore not around).

As Sherry wrote, Amy Inspired has a very true-to-life ring to it. I couldn’t help but nod my head in recognition as Amy reads yet another freshman essay that makes absolutely no sense:

“Since the dawn of time there have always been forms of entertainments. And like most everything else, entertainment has been criticized since there existed a Being knowledgeable enough to know how to do it. In ancient times, Jesus was criticized by many of the people and even went so far as to crucify him by nailing him to a tree in front of all his fans.”

Yep, that’s freshman (or even sophomore) writing. (Three semesters teaching at the university level is more than enough to make a cynic of this particular lover of the written word.)

I felt as though Amy (er, Bethany Pierce writing as Amy) were writing my own heart when she described her thoughts after watching a marathon of “A Baby Story”:

“It made me want to scream and push, to be part of a miracle. It provoked cravings for the sweet powder smell of a baby’s hair. I told myself this was a biological phase on par with the hormonal revolution that made prepubescent boys ache at the sight of breasts and bucks chase doe tails right into oncoming semis. But still.

I’d tried praying about these feelings, but had a bad habit of praying tangentially…. All the years I’d wanted a husband, I prayed God would make me content as a celibate, confident that if He saw my willingness to remain forever His chaste servant, He would see fit to send me an unexpected blessing of a very handsome man….And now whenever the desire for a family of my own began to gnaw at my heart, I prayed for my students and thanked God for the brood He’d already given me.

Meanwhile, Valerie, who had never waited on God for a blessing in her life, was in the third trimester of her pregnancy and looked positively Rubenesque.”

When Amy goes to dinner with Eli, she orders beer to prove that she’s not the teetotaler he might think her because of her fundamentalist background. The exchange is essentially honest about the predicament that faces my generation of believers. Determined to not be legalists, we sometimes lose our identities trying to be all things to all men. So what if Amy doesn’t like beer? If she doesn’t order it, Eli might think she’s looking down on him, considering him an inferior Christian because he drinks. So she orders a beer, only to discover that the tattooed artist doesn’t drink.

For all that I can identify with in this book, there is certainly plenty that I can’t identify with. Amy’s Christianity is the Christianity I’ve seen in quite a few of my peers. She’s rejected her legalistic upbringing, but hasn’t quite figured out the spirit behind the law–which leaves her with a trembling hodge-podge of religious belief, but no cohesive theology out of which to live her life.

It is this, I think, that leads to some of the “edgy” scenes Barbara pointed out. Amy dates a nonbeliever, has a male roommate (for as long as Eli’s around), and reflects on past experience where she got down to bra and panties before putting a kibosh on sex. These are scenes I haven’t experienced (thank You, Lord!), but ones I’ve seen among the once-churched or quasi-churched of my acquaintance. Throwing off legalism, a young Christian culture has emerged that has little moral foundation except reactionism–resulting in dangerous skates to the edge of a precipice (and beyond).

And then there is Barbara’s objection to Amy’s “fundamentalist” background and its inherent stereotype. In truth, I couldn’t quite make out what the author presumes fundamentalism to entail. Apart from the brief comments about tracts in toilet paper rolls, True Love Waits campaigns, teetotaling, and not dancing, the majority of the references are simply to Amy’s childhood church “First Fundamentalist Church”–leaving the reader to fill in his own stereotypes.

In my opinion, this was the author’s great failing. Throughout the book, she does a fantastic job of showing rather than telling, of describing things so that the reader can experience them. Yet in reference to Amy’s childhood religion, she relies on the hackneyed “fundamentalist” stereotype in lieu of creating a flesh and blood congregation with real-live beliefs and practices. It’s rather disappointing.

Nevertheless, I felt that the upsides of this novel–its realistic depiction of life as a single young Christian and the author’s masterful use of language–definitely outweigh the downsides. This is a novel worth reading, both for enjoyment and as a means of understanding some of the struggles facing today’s single Christian (and the moral ambiguity facing many young believers who have uprooted themselves from legalism without being subsequently replanted in the fertile and stabilizing soil of the gospel of grace.)


Rating: 4 Stars
Category:Christian fiction
Synopsis: Amy, a single almost 30-year-old college-writing-instructor-slash-writer-who-hasn’t-been-published, finds herself thrown off-kilter by Eli, the artist who’s now sleeping on her living room futon.
Recommendation: Lovely writing, accurate depiction of many of the realities facing my generation of church kids, “edgier” (as Barbara put it) than most Christian fiction.


The best thing I ever did for you

As two-year-old Ronald sat on the Sunday School bench, his attention was arrested by the girl beside him. He looked over and thought to himself, “That Carol P is mighty pretty. When I grow up, she’s gonna be my girlfriend.”

One week later, he again found himself preoccupied with the girl on the bench beside him. This time, though, his thoughts took a different turn: “That Carol P is mighty pretty. When I grow up, she’s gonna be my wife.”

Sixty years ago yesterday, Ronald made Carol his wife.

When they were married, an older member of the congregation* gave them advice patterned after his initials: “Increase and Multiply.”

It took a few years for them to begin, but after Ronald came back from Korea, the increasing began in earnest.

Today, Ronald and Carol boast twelve sons and daughters, ten sons-and-daughters-in-law, 43 grandchildren, seven grandchildren-in-law, and a beginning spattering of great-grandchildren.

Increase and multiply, he told them. And multiply they did.

“You know what the best thing I ever did for you was?” Grandpa asks his grandchildren now.

We know the answer and respond on cue, “You married Grandma.”

Grandpa smiles contentedly. Yes, that’s the best thing he ever did for us.

This grandchild could add a bit more: He stayed married to Grandma.

It’s a romance that began eighty years ago, was sealed in marriage sixty years ago, and that continues on to this day.

Grandma and Grandpa kissing

It’s a romance that has blessed multitudes, not the least the 70+ progeny of Ronald and Carol Cook.


*My memory is a bit fuzzy about the details of the “Increase and Multiply” story. I trust my aunts will set the record straight when I err :-)


Christianity and Science: Notes from “What’s So Great About Christianity?”

The following are chapter synopses and short quotes from the third section of Dinesh D’Souza’s What’s So Great About Christianity? This third section is entitled: “Christianity and Science”


Chapter 8:
D’Souza argues that Christianity is based on reason–and that Christian theologians throughout the ages have been masters of reasoned defenses of Christian thought.

“My point is that the kind of reasoning about God that we see in Augustine, Aquinas, and Anselm is typical of Christianity. There is very little of this in any other religion. And out of such reasoning, remarkably enough, modern science was born.”

Chapter 9:
D’Souza states that a fundamental assumption of the modern scientist is that the world is ordered, logical, rational, and law following. He argues that this belief in an ordered natural universe is directly pirated from Christianity.

“God is sacred and made the universe, and the universe operates lawfully in accordance with divine reason. At the same time Christianity held that the universe itself is not sacred….The Christian universe is ordered and yet disenchanted. Moreover, Christianity…teaches that man was made in the ‘image’ and ‘likeness’ of God. This means that there is a spark of the divie reason in man, setting him apart from other things and giving him the special power of apprehending them. According to Christianity, human reason is derived from the divine intelligence that created the universe.”

Chapter 10:
D’Souza argues that the story of Galileo being persecuted by the church for his heliocentric theory is just that–a story.

“Galileo was a great scientist who had very little sense. He was right about heliocentrism, but several of his arguments and proofs were wrong. The dispute his ideas brought about was not exclusively between religion and science, but also between the new science and the science of the previous generation. The leading figures of the church were more circumspect about approaching “


Thankful Thursday: Order

Somewhere along the way, my life fell out of order. My to-do-list sprawled with things I couldn’t get done, my rooms filled up with clutter I didn’t have time or energy to deal with, my days became frantic jumps from aimless activity to aimless activity.

Yet, by the grace of God, things seem to be coming back into order.

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This week I’m thankful for…

new clothes hangers so that all my clothes can now be hung properly instead of piled about my bedroom.

newly-designed planner pages which help bring some long-lost order to my daily routines (and enable me to eat breakfast again!)

a long screw holding my towel rack up so I can again have some order in my bathroom

starting to catch up at work, which makes my days oh-so-less-stressful

scheduled evenings which counter-intuitively make my life more peaceful (that is, scheduled evenings that are consistent)

a God of order as opposed to a god of chaos

“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?
Tell Me, if you have understanding.
Who determined its measurements?
Surely you know!
Or who stretched the line upon it?
To what were its foundations fastened?
Or who laid its cornerstone,
When the morning stars sang together,
And all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Or who shut in the sea with doors,
When it burst forth and issued from the womb;
When I made the clouds its garment,
And thick darkness its swaddling band;
When I fixed My limit for it,
And set bars and doors;”

~Job 38:4-10

The God who made the universe, who set its boundaries and ordered every star, this is the God I serve, the Lord of heaven and earth. Praise be to the King of Kings and the God of gods.


Cheeky Chickens and other animal ends

Parents of youngsters might not find Michael Ian Black’s Chicken Cheeks quite as fun as I did.

After all, since I don’t actually live with a little one, I don’t have to put up toddler and childhood potty humor ad nauseum.

Chicken Cheeks Book Cover

The format of this children’s book is simple–a picture of an animal together with that animal’s name and a corresponding euphemism for that animal’s bottom.

My favorites?

“Gnu Wazoo” and “Duck-Billed Platypus Gluteus Maximus”.

Yes, this book breaks my parents’ cardinal rule in dealing with juvenile humor: never let them know that potty talk is funny.

But, in this case, it is.

This book of “ends” is both amusing and imaginative.

Perfect for maiden aunts to spoil the minds of their nieces and nephews with :-)


Reading My LibraryI’m still reading my way through the children’s picture book section of my no-longer-local library. For 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.