I was reading John 13 this morning. I have been continually amazed by what I read of Christ’s relationship with His Father. We get a glimpse into the mind of God the Father through these conversations and revelations of the incarnate Christ. This morning I was amazed by something else. I was amazed by what is not written.
The Amplified Bible puts it this way:
1[NOW] BEFORE the Passover Feast began, Jesus knew (was fully aware) that the time had come for Him to leave this world and return to the Father. And as He had loved those who were His own in the world, He loved them to the last and [a]to the highest degree.
2So [it was] during supper, Satan having already put the thought of betraying Jesus in the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon's son,
3[That] Jesus, knowing (fully aware) that the Father had put everything into His hands, and that He had come from God and was [now] returning to God,
4Got up from supper, took off His garments, and taking a [servant's] towel, He fastened it around His waist.
5Then He poured water into the washbasin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the [servant's] towel with which He was girded.
Jesus as “fully aware” that the time had come. He was under no illusions of what was about to happen. He was under no illusions about who was going to make that possible and yet, he loved them to the last and highest degree and then he did the unthinkable.
He washed the feet of Judas Iscariot.
I can somehow find easier to comprehend that Christ could love and even die for all the sinners in the world. All those who ever spat in His face, for every atheist, child molester, unsaved church member and politician. All of that is very cerebral and detached and hypothetical in a way. But Judas. Judas was part of a twelve man group. A close knit apprenticeship of how to be like Christ. Christ has poured prayers and tears and hours of teaching into that man, knowing that he would betray Him. Knowing that Satan had already put this thought into Judas' heart, He made Judas a part of this last lesson.
He washed the feet of a traitor, an eleventh hour turncoat, a disgrace. He loved him to the last and to the highest degree.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Silent splinters in my soul..
I am sorry that I have been so reticent to blog. The idea has crossed my mind various times, but usually it is shoved right back out by some or other excuse to do something else. It's difficult living on a beautiful farm. At times, the motivation to stay inside and stare at a computer screen just doesn't exist. I blame my lack of reading on this same excuse. It is simply too beautiful and too interesting to be hanging out inside.
There are other dangers on the farm. I may have mentioned in previous posts or Herron articles (in my Hobe Sound days) that I live in a house made by three separate generations. The kitchen, drawing room (or sitting room) and dining area as well as the hall way and pantry were built over 100 years ago. Another section, running perpendicular to the hall, houses the four bedrooms and two bathrooms and was built in the 50's by Uncle Johan's father. Uncle Johan built another addition (in the 90's when we were living in Lesotho) that is no longer connected with the main house by an inside door, but serves now as an exterior apartment. It is a charming place to live.
The danger. In addition to a lack of concentration due to breath-taking surroundings; there are the occasional puff adder or cobra that find their way inside. The oldest section of the house, namely the dining area and drawing room, is floored with beautiful, Oregon Pine that was laid down some one hundred years ago. As you can imagine, the original protective coating has long since parted ways with the floor and has been painstakingly scuffed off on countless pairs of shoes. This is another cause for danger. One often finds oneself the recipient of a piece of American exportation history in the toe or heel of an unclad foot. This is uncomfortable to say the least.
The other danger on the farm is the silence. Silence is unnerving. I don't know if you have ever experienced a place that has the absence of sound. In America, everything is sound. If a car is not driving by, a plane is flying overhead and if not that then the air-conditioner or heater just came on. We are surrounded by sound, but on the farm, in the dark of night, I am surrounded by silence. A deep, pregnant silence; full of possibilities that come up in ghoulish figures like ghosts from the past taking me on tours of mistakes and failures and missed opportunities. The silence is not really the danger. The possibilities that this silence presents to my mind are not the danger. The desire to destroy the silence, to hide these specters in sound, that is the danger.
In this deep silence I am laid bare. All my false pretense of strength and independence disappear and in the thick darkness I come face to face with who I am inside. When all is well and my soul is at peace, this silence is a comfort, but when I struggle with doubts, insecurities and failures, then monsters lurk in the shadows. The biggest danger I face is to put in headphones, turn on the radio, or a video and drown the silence in constant, seemingly innocuous noise. When I face this silence and the searching it brings and when I face these insecurities, failures and missed opportunities and deal with them, wrapped in this cloak of "holy darkness" before Almighty God, then I emerge a new man. A stronger man that has wrestled an angel and though I may come away with a slight limp, a thorn in my side, the struggle brings forth gold.
Christ faced His moments of darkness and silence. He was in a wilderness for forty days. Prior to commercial jets and large cities, I can imagine that the silence there was beyond anything I have ever experienced. But Christ suffered a far greater silence. He faced a silent God, an unresponsive Father. If you read the Gospels, Christ was constantly in contact with His Father. In John 8, He told the Jews that He does only what the Father tells Him to and says only what the Father tells Him to. This required constant communication with God and there are many places in the Gospels where we see Jesus going to get alone with His Father.
I have been experiencing a silent God. I know it is my fault. I have smothered the silence in noise and given God the "leftover" hours of my day when I am too tired to concentrate on His Word and to listen for His voice. I have sinned the sin of self-idolatry. Giving myself the best hours of the day and relegating God to the late-night infomercial slot. In the loneliness of this silence it has struck me how nothing we experience compares to the extent to which Jesus experienced it. He had constant and perfect communication with God the Father and suddenly it was taken away from Him in the completion of a task that God the Father asked Him to do.
In this I am reminded that when we face things like this, we have an advocate with God the Father. His name is Jesus Christ the Righteous and He stands at the right hand of God the Father ready to intercede for us. Does this mean that I continue on in my sin? No; as the apostle Paul would say, "God forbid!" I make time for Him, welcome the silence and ask Him if there is anything I can do to change.
I started this off as a short filler blog to tell about how I have been pulling splinters out of my foot, but I guess there was more inside. I hope the rambling hasn't been too distracting. I really hadn't planned on writing half of this.
There are other dangers on the farm. I may have mentioned in previous posts or Herron articles (in my Hobe Sound days) that I live in a house made by three separate generations. The kitchen, drawing room (or sitting room) and dining area as well as the hall way and pantry were built over 100 years ago. Another section, running perpendicular to the hall, houses the four bedrooms and two bathrooms and was built in the 50's by Uncle Johan's father. Uncle Johan built another addition (in the 90's when we were living in Lesotho) that is no longer connected with the main house by an inside door, but serves now as an exterior apartment. It is a charming place to live.
The danger. In addition to a lack of concentration due to breath-taking surroundings; there are the occasional puff adder or cobra that find their way inside. The oldest section of the house, namely the dining area and drawing room, is floored with beautiful, Oregon Pine that was laid down some one hundred years ago. As you can imagine, the original protective coating has long since parted ways with the floor and has been painstakingly scuffed off on countless pairs of shoes. This is another cause for danger. One often finds oneself the recipient of a piece of American exportation history in the toe or heel of an unclad foot. This is uncomfortable to say the least.
The other danger on the farm is the silence. Silence is unnerving. I don't know if you have ever experienced a place that has the absence of sound. In America, everything is sound. If a car is not driving by, a plane is flying overhead and if not that then the air-conditioner or heater just came on. We are surrounded by sound, but on the farm, in the dark of night, I am surrounded by silence. A deep, pregnant silence; full of possibilities that come up in ghoulish figures like ghosts from the past taking me on tours of mistakes and failures and missed opportunities. The silence is not really the danger. The possibilities that this silence presents to my mind are not the danger. The desire to destroy the silence, to hide these specters in sound, that is the danger.
In this deep silence I am laid bare. All my false pretense of strength and independence disappear and in the thick darkness I come face to face with who I am inside. When all is well and my soul is at peace, this silence is a comfort, but when I struggle with doubts, insecurities and failures, then monsters lurk in the shadows. The biggest danger I face is to put in headphones, turn on the radio, or a video and drown the silence in constant, seemingly innocuous noise. When I face this silence and the searching it brings and when I face these insecurities, failures and missed opportunities and deal with them, wrapped in this cloak of "holy darkness" before Almighty God, then I emerge a new man. A stronger man that has wrestled an angel and though I may come away with a slight limp, a thorn in my side, the struggle brings forth gold.
Christ faced His moments of darkness and silence. He was in a wilderness for forty days. Prior to commercial jets and large cities, I can imagine that the silence there was beyond anything I have ever experienced. But Christ suffered a far greater silence. He faced a silent God, an unresponsive Father. If you read the Gospels, Christ was constantly in contact with His Father. In John 8, He told the Jews that He does only what the Father tells Him to and says only what the Father tells Him to. This required constant communication with God and there are many places in the Gospels where we see Jesus going to get alone with His Father.
I have been experiencing a silent God. I know it is my fault. I have smothered the silence in noise and given God the "leftover" hours of my day when I am too tired to concentrate on His Word and to listen for His voice. I have sinned the sin of self-idolatry. Giving myself the best hours of the day and relegating God to the late-night infomercial slot. In the loneliness of this silence it has struck me how nothing we experience compares to the extent to which Jesus experienced it. He had constant and perfect communication with God the Father and suddenly it was taken away from Him in the completion of a task that God the Father asked Him to do.
In this I am reminded that when we face things like this, we have an advocate with God the Father. His name is Jesus Christ the Righteous and He stands at the right hand of God the Father ready to intercede for us. Does this mean that I continue on in my sin? No; as the apostle Paul would say, "God forbid!" I make time for Him, welcome the silence and ask Him if there is anything I can do to change.
I started this off as a short filler blog to tell about how I have been pulling splinters out of my foot, but I guess there was more inside. I hope the rambling hasn't been too distracting. I really hadn't planned on writing half of this.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Oops...missed one
Shakespeare:The World as Stage by Bill Bryson
Have you ever wanted to know what a great writer like Shakespeare ate, what he thought, how he dressed, what he did in his spare time? Don't read this book. There are plenty of unscrupulous authors who have written some great fiction works on the life of Shakespeare. Bryson does the opposite. Thoroughly researched (as far as his life can be), this book basically tells you everything you cannot know about Shakespeare's life. So, the next time someone says, "Did you know..."; as far as Shakespeare is concerned, there is a pretty good chance it is nonsense. There is simply too much speculation for comfortable assertions. I suppose this is why this book is relatively short. I really enjoyed this book. I always enjoy Bryson's direct and to-the-point style as well as his interjections of dry humor. I give it two thumbs up.
Study Question:
Siskel and Ebert used to say, "Two thumbs way up!" if they thought a film was really good. Have you ever seen anyone try this?
Try it in front of the mirror. Do you look like a moron? Explain.
Have you ever wanted to know what a great writer like Shakespeare ate, what he thought, how he dressed, what he did in his spare time? Don't read this book. There are plenty of unscrupulous authors who have written some great fiction works on the life of Shakespeare. Bryson does the opposite. Thoroughly researched (as far as his life can be), this book basically tells you everything you cannot know about Shakespeare's life. So, the next time someone says, "Did you know..."; as far as Shakespeare is concerned, there is a pretty good chance it is nonsense. There is simply too much speculation for comfortable assertions. I suppose this is why this book is relatively short. I really enjoyed this book. I always enjoy Bryson's direct and to-the-point style as well as his interjections of dry humor. I give it two thumbs up.
Study Question:
Siskel and Ebert used to say, "Two thumbs way up!" if they thought a film was really good. Have you ever seen anyone try this?
Try it in front of the mirror. Do you look like a moron? Explain.
Monday, October 31, 2011
What's on your bookshelf?
Life in the U.S. seems to have a frenetic pace. You constantly hear things like; "I just wish I had more time to read, or I wish I had more time to study." I frequently said such things to friends, or usually when speaking with someone whose "mind was greatly improved by extensive reading" in an effort to thwart any accurate judging of my character. I was shallow. On careful review I find that lack of time was not the issue; how I spent my time was the issue. I found ample time for Netflix, Hulu and a myriad of other forms of visual entertainment, but rarely could find time for a book.
Now, before anyone goes down this road, I know that there are educational things on TV. If you have any doubts about that, ask any 1st grader about sex. What I have noted is that even when it is positively educational; it is spoon-fed. So, upon my arrival in Africa I began to notice a difference. I was reading more and subsequently I was learning more. In addition to constant language study (living in an Afrikaans house) I was opening and expanding my mind and my knowledge base through reading.
Here comes the second disclaimer. Reading in and of itself is not that redemptive of a pastime depending on what I am stuffing into my mind. If I say to you that I am improving my mind and as proof you ask me how and I say, "I read three books last month." This boast would be effectively nullified if I said that they were cheap fiction novels (notice my hesitancy to delve deeper into any particular genre; I want people to still read this blog). Please don't misunderstand me. I do not read lengthy philosophies or endless biographies very often (almost never). What I say is more a challenge to myself and to others who may read this.
So, I thought that perhaps I would just share what I have read in the past few months to a year and share what I thought about the read. If you like it or it sounds interesting, perhaps that would inspire you to read it as well.
The Grand Weaver: How God Shapes Us Through The Events of Our Lives by Dr. Ravi Zacharias
A book recommended by (and I think given to me by) my good friend, Jon Stratton. If you have ever wondered why things happen in life; Why cancer? Why did I loose my job and wreck my vehicle in the same month? Though the latter could be due to incompetence on your part, this book, while not telling why, lets us get a glimpse into the mind of a loving Father who holds the strings of our lives and is busy weaving a beautiful tapestry. I might add, when you surrender your life to Him and allow Him control. Excellent read.
Out of Africa by Karen Blixen
Many of you may have swooned (that is if you were female and older than I was in '85) from Robert Redford's role in the film bearing the same name. Though perhaps grand on a scale that shows a little of the magic of the North-east African countryside, it does little or no justice to Blixen's greatest work. The book, though flowery to a fault in its remembrances of a by-gone, colonial era that many would wish to return to (unless you were a Somalian or Kikuyu native), is beautiful. Straight from its opening lines to its ending paragraph, Blixen weaves her magic in prose with descriptions that come alive in your mind. I cannot remember when I have enjoyed reading a book so much...wait, never-mind I can, but that is a little further down the list and for different reasons. Though beautiful, (at times horrific like in the shotgun incident) and thought-provoking, the life lived that is portrayed in the movie was just as sordid and just as full of heartache. However, she mentions nothing of her syphilis in her biography. We are often kinder to ourselves in our own memory.
The Man-Eaters of Tsavo by John Henry Patterson (Free on Kindle)
In this gutsy book, the hero, (played by a laughable Irish Val Kilmer) faces off against...oh wait, that's the movie. Okay, so if you have only seen The Ghost and the Darkness then you have received a few chapters of perhaps the most exciting time of Patterson's stay in East Africa. The rest of the book is full of colonial privilege, dispensable Indian workers (they were usually the lion's favorite dish) and the seemingly endless pastime of blasting away any poor creature the was unfortunate enough to walk in front of Patterson's rifle. Though I am perhaps a bit hard on Patterson, it does show the dearth of conservationist thought that was part of colonial Europe. See a new species of antelope never recorded? Well of course I'm going to pick the dominate male with the best horns and blast him into next week. Who cares about the future of the herd and their genetics and so on.
Going Solo by Roald Dahl
This is another in a line of fascinating biographies that I have read. These are Dahl's recollection of working for Shell in East Africa and then his entrance into the RAF in WWII. A fascinating read from a master storyteller, but I fear it may be just that, stories. I would not dream of discrediting all of his facts, but I have enough knowledge to know that some of what he posits as fact is in all actuality, myth. So, enjoy the book for what it is. It is a short read and easily accomplished in not too many hours and if you are a pilot or just enjoy good stories, it is a must.
Too Close To The Sun: The Audacious Life and Times of Denys Finch Hatton by Sara Wheeler
This should almost be required as a companion guide to Out of Africa. As is the custom when a biography is written decades after the deceased has well, deceased; it is full of details one would not be so quick to inject if he were still alive. It is the chronicle of one of the most-liked while perhaps the most singularly selfish individuals. He was adored and loved wherever he went, but he only adored and loved if it was convenient for him and his plans. He was not the dashing American of the '85 film, but rather a hawk-nosed, English graduate of Eton who was that particular brand of gentry that seemed bored with life in general. Wheeler's writing is top notch and her vocabulary left me stumped two to three times on a page. The advantage of reading it on a kindle is that a dictionary was always a few clicks away. Through modern eyes it shows the other side of colonialism as well as he and Karen Blixen's relationship. Interesting read over all.
The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann Wyss
Does anyone else hear a giant stretching sound? If you thought the movie was unbelievable, do yourself a favor and give the book to the library before you are tempted to read it.
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford by Ron Hansen
Hansen's prose is breath-taking. He has the ability to turn a rather sordid part of our history (US) into poetry. He pulls no punches as to Jesse's true nature and does not do his victims the injustice of calling Jesse a "robin hood." Though it is in the genre of historical fiction (being full of conversations and feelings that cannot possibly be known), I think he stays close to the facts that he researched. Since I grew up in the midwest and had known Jesse James' name since infancy, this was of particular interest to me.
The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis
This was my second time through this book and I am so glad I did. The first time was on a plane en route to Phoenix, AZ for a family reunion. I was 15 at the time and lacked the necessary maturity to understand (as if I really understand now) what Lewis was saying. A spectacular visual journey and full of deep insights into the heart of man, God, redemption and depravity. Some may balk at his purgatorial depiction of hell, but keep in mind, it is a dream and the point of the book is not a treatise on the nature of heaven or hell, but our relationship with God and the things that keep us from accepting His greatest gift; salvation.
What's So Amazing About Grace by Philip Yancey
I was recommended this book years ago and never read it. I recently decided to read it and was glad I did. Like Lewis, Yancey doesn't mind asking questions that many of us are afraid to ask. The reason being that when we go to tell the world about this grace, they will not be afraid to ask those questions. We need to think about why this grace we tell others about is so wonderful. What makes it amazing? This book is well worth your time and if nothing else, Yancey got me to think and moved me to tears several times.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I really don't need to say much here. This is a fantastic book and the characters in it are memorable. There is a reason it is has been made into several film versions and its hero and heroine are household names. After reading this I would say that of the film adaptions, BBC's six part series does the best (if you have that much time to commit), but as with all films, it pales in comparison to the original. "Read it. I know you'll love it."
Facing the Lion: Growing up Maasai on the African Savanna by Joseph Lekuton
A short, vivid account of growing up in the Kenya wilderness, getting an education and eventually coming to America and becoming a teacher. If you think you have had a rough life, think again. This man endured unbelievable obstacles to be where he is today. A fascinating read and a wonderful triumph. It is short (intended more for children) and simply written. It wouldn't win a Pulitzer, but it is a beautiful story and well worth the time.
Don't Look Behind You: A Safari Guide's Encounters with Ravenous Lions, Stampeding Elephants and Lovesick Rhinos by Peter Allison
This would also not win any Pulitzer prizes, but it is hilarious, warm and engaging. I wish I could include a few excerpts because there were times that the tears were flowing. He tells of the humor living in the wild, dealing with European and American tourists who were more than a little naive and of the heartache of watching animals suffer.
Mahlengeni by Kobie Kruger
Personal anecdotes by a game ranger's wife in the Kruger Park. This is an interesting take on living in the wild. Instead of the usual stories from unattached men, living in tents and dangling their life on the edge, this is a stay at home mom in the middle of nowhere, trying to keep her sanity, her house and support her husband. A beautiful set of stories and very interesting.
At Home: A Short History of Private Life by Bill Bryson
I love this book. This is the other book that I enjoyed as much as, if not more than Out of Africa. I don't know what else to say, I'm afraid I would start gushing. I love little facts. Things that escape most people's attention just fascinate me and this book is full of them. If you have ever wanted to know why we use salt and pepper predominately over other spices, why there are three or four innocuous buttons on your suit sleeve or why the Eiffel Tower was built, you have to read this. It is very secular in its outlook and its approach to science and history, but that aside, Bryson has pulled together an unbelievable amount of facts and deposited them in a relatively small book that is very easy to read.
I hope you have enjoyed the list. I will add to it as it grows. I am currently reading Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain and will include that when I am finished. Feel free to let me know in comments, an email or Facebook what you have been reading lately.
Now, before anyone goes down this road, I know that there are educational things on TV. If you have any doubts about that, ask any 1st grader about sex. What I have noted is that even when it is positively educational; it is spoon-fed. So, upon my arrival in Africa I began to notice a difference. I was reading more and subsequently I was learning more. In addition to constant language study (living in an Afrikaans house) I was opening and expanding my mind and my knowledge base through reading.
Here comes the second disclaimer. Reading in and of itself is not that redemptive of a pastime depending on what I am stuffing into my mind. If I say to you that I am improving my mind and as proof you ask me how and I say, "I read three books last month." This boast would be effectively nullified if I said that they were cheap fiction novels (notice my hesitancy to delve deeper into any particular genre; I want people to still read this blog). Please don't misunderstand me. I do not read lengthy philosophies or endless biographies very often (almost never). What I say is more a challenge to myself and to others who may read this.
So, I thought that perhaps I would just share what I have read in the past few months to a year and share what I thought about the read. If you like it or it sounds interesting, perhaps that would inspire you to read it as well.
The Grand Weaver: How God Shapes Us Through The Events of Our Lives by Dr. Ravi Zacharias
A book recommended by (and I think given to me by) my good friend, Jon Stratton. If you have ever wondered why things happen in life; Why cancer? Why did I loose my job and wreck my vehicle in the same month? Though the latter could be due to incompetence on your part, this book, while not telling why, lets us get a glimpse into the mind of a loving Father who holds the strings of our lives and is busy weaving a beautiful tapestry. I might add, when you surrender your life to Him and allow Him control. Excellent read.
Out of Africa by Karen Blixen
Many of you may have swooned (that is if you were female and older than I was in '85) from Robert Redford's role in the film bearing the same name. Though perhaps grand on a scale that shows a little of the magic of the North-east African countryside, it does little or no justice to Blixen's greatest work. The book, though flowery to a fault in its remembrances of a by-gone, colonial era that many would wish to return to (unless you were a Somalian or Kikuyu native), is beautiful. Straight from its opening lines to its ending paragraph, Blixen weaves her magic in prose with descriptions that come alive in your mind. I cannot remember when I have enjoyed reading a book so much...wait, never-mind I can, but that is a little further down the list and for different reasons. Though beautiful, (at times horrific like in the shotgun incident) and thought-provoking, the life lived that is portrayed in the movie was just as sordid and just as full of heartache. However, she mentions nothing of her syphilis in her biography. We are often kinder to ourselves in our own memory.
The Man-Eaters of Tsavo by John Henry Patterson (Free on Kindle)
In this gutsy book, the hero, (played by a laughable Irish Val Kilmer) faces off against...oh wait, that's the movie. Okay, so if you have only seen The Ghost and the Darkness then you have received a few chapters of perhaps the most exciting time of Patterson's stay in East Africa. The rest of the book is full of colonial privilege, dispensable Indian workers (they were usually the lion's favorite dish) and the seemingly endless pastime of blasting away any poor creature the was unfortunate enough to walk in front of Patterson's rifle. Though I am perhaps a bit hard on Patterson, it does show the dearth of conservationist thought that was part of colonial Europe. See a new species of antelope never recorded? Well of course I'm going to pick the dominate male with the best horns and blast him into next week. Who cares about the future of the herd and their genetics and so on.
Going Solo by Roald Dahl
This is another in a line of fascinating biographies that I have read. These are Dahl's recollection of working for Shell in East Africa and then his entrance into the RAF in WWII. A fascinating read from a master storyteller, but I fear it may be just that, stories. I would not dream of discrediting all of his facts, but I have enough knowledge to know that some of what he posits as fact is in all actuality, myth. So, enjoy the book for what it is. It is a short read and easily accomplished in not too many hours and if you are a pilot or just enjoy good stories, it is a must.
Too Close To The Sun: The Audacious Life and Times of Denys Finch Hatton by Sara Wheeler
This should almost be required as a companion guide to Out of Africa. As is the custom when a biography is written decades after the deceased has well, deceased; it is full of details one would not be so quick to inject if he were still alive. It is the chronicle of one of the most-liked while perhaps the most singularly selfish individuals. He was adored and loved wherever he went, but he only adored and loved if it was convenient for him and his plans. He was not the dashing American of the '85 film, but rather a hawk-nosed, English graduate of Eton who was that particular brand of gentry that seemed bored with life in general. Wheeler's writing is top notch and her vocabulary left me stumped two to three times on a page. The advantage of reading it on a kindle is that a dictionary was always a few clicks away. Through modern eyes it shows the other side of colonialism as well as he and Karen Blixen's relationship. Interesting read over all.
The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann Wyss
Does anyone else hear a giant stretching sound? If you thought the movie was unbelievable, do yourself a favor and give the book to the library before you are tempted to read it.
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford by Ron Hansen
Hansen's prose is breath-taking. He has the ability to turn a rather sordid part of our history (US) into poetry. He pulls no punches as to Jesse's true nature and does not do his victims the injustice of calling Jesse a "robin hood." Though it is in the genre of historical fiction (being full of conversations and feelings that cannot possibly be known), I think he stays close to the facts that he researched. Since I grew up in the midwest and had known Jesse James' name since infancy, this was of particular interest to me.
The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis
This was my second time through this book and I am so glad I did. The first time was on a plane en route to Phoenix, AZ for a family reunion. I was 15 at the time and lacked the necessary maturity to understand (as if I really understand now) what Lewis was saying. A spectacular visual journey and full of deep insights into the heart of man, God, redemption and depravity. Some may balk at his purgatorial depiction of hell, but keep in mind, it is a dream and the point of the book is not a treatise on the nature of heaven or hell, but our relationship with God and the things that keep us from accepting His greatest gift; salvation.
What's So Amazing About Grace by Philip Yancey
I was recommended this book years ago and never read it. I recently decided to read it and was glad I did. Like Lewis, Yancey doesn't mind asking questions that many of us are afraid to ask. The reason being that when we go to tell the world about this grace, they will not be afraid to ask those questions. We need to think about why this grace we tell others about is so wonderful. What makes it amazing? This book is well worth your time and if nothing else, Yancey got me to think and moved me to tears several times.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I really don't need to say much here. This is a fantastic book and the characters in it are memorable. There is a reason it is has been made into several film versions and its hero and heroine are household names. After reading this I would say that of the film adaptions, BBC's six part series does the best (if you have that much time to commit), but as with all films, it pales in comparison to the original. "Read it. I know you'll love it."
Facing the Lion: Growing up Maasai on the African Savanna by Joseph Lekuton
A short, vivid account of growing up in the Kenya wilderness, getting an education and eventually coming to America and becoming a teacher. If you think you have had a rough life, think again. This man endured unbelievable obstacles to be where he is today. A fascinating read and a wonderful triumph. It is short (intended more for children) and simply written. It wouldn't win a Pulitzer, but it is a beautiful story and well worth the time.
Don't Look Behind You: A Safari Guide's Encounters with Ravenous Lions, Stampeding Elephants and Lovesick Rhinos by Peter Allison
This would also not win any Pulitzer prizes, but it is hilarious, warm and engaging. I wish I could include a few excerpts because there were times that the tears were flowing. He tells of the humor living in the wild, dealing with European and American tourists who were more than a little naive and of the heartache of watching animals suffer.
Mahlengeni by Kobie Kruger
Personal anecdotes by a game ranger's wife in the Kruger Park. This is an interesting take on living in the wild. Instead of the usual stories from unattached men, living in tents and dangling their life on the edge, this is a stay at home mom in the middle of nowhere, trying to keep her sanity, her house and support her husband. A beautiful set of stories and very interesting.
At Home: A Short History of Private Life by Bill Bryson
I love this book. This is the other book that I enjoyed as much as, if not more than Out of Africa. I don't know what else to say, I'm afraid I would start gushing. I love little facts. Things that escape most people's attention just fascinate me and this book is full of them. If you have ever wanted to know why we use salt and pepper predominately over other spices, why there are three or four innocuous buttons on your suit sleeve or why the Eiffel Tower was built, you have to read this. It is very secular in its outlook and its approach to science and history, but that aside, Bryson has pulled together an unbelievable amount of facts and deposited them in a relatively small book that is very easy to read.
I hope you have enjoyed the list. I will add to it as it grows. I am currently reading Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain and will include that when I am finished. Feel free to let me know in comments, an email or Facebook what you have been reading lately.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
A slight correction...
I apologize to all who read the article from the World Update that may have noticed a problem with Stuart McAllister's quote. I somehow mixed his words with mine, put them both in italics and then didn't finish the sentence, only to finish it in the next paragraph. It was missed by the editors somehow.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Hope (from a World Update article)
A short time ago I received an email asking me to contribute a short article to the World Update for Hope International Missions. They said the theme was hope. I agreed to do it and normally would have been at a bit of a loss, but I had just been reading Where Is God When It Hurts by Philip Yancey and the topic was on my mind. I had also just read one of RZIM's daily readings on the subject of hope, written by Stuart McAllister. So, here is the article, or almost the same article.
The concept of hope is nothing new to anyone. In the world it is a currency heavily damaged by ‘inflation.’ Like a country printing limitless quantities of paper currency with nothing to back it. The word “hope” is thrown around as political promises, song lyrics and even vague church rhetoric with no transcendent basis. One political party uses it as a second-rate stump speech and the other as mockery.
I typed the subject #hope into my twitter search bar to get a little feel for what the internet is saying about this word. The results were varied, at times ludicrous.
@Derekitsbieber #Its worth livin if @Justinbeiber my inspiration my everything is not following me: (#Its my 780 tweet to him :) #Hope he follow me now:)
At times humorous
@ramyakannan It is my dream that, one day, I will wake up to mail without spam. #hope
At times ignorant
@inna_yy I want to be fluent with my speak english \(•Δ•)/ #hope it
At times heartbreaking
@hibaFatimaa How can parents bear seeing their children walk through the door every morning, hoping they’d come back home safe? #Pakistan #hope
At times heartbreakingly hopeful
@louiegiglio Remembering my precious mom, Martha Jeane Giglio, a legend of faith and faithfulness. I love you! #Tearsmixedwith hope
John Moe once said; “Sometimes I think the web is designed to be a massive documentation of stupid people getting angry about stupid stuff.” There is a lot of “talk” that goes into the web, but at the same time something is coming through, as you read down through these tweets you get a feeling for the longing that is there. Clearly I do not take my cues from the internet, but I began to wonder; what is hope? If I tell someone on the street that I can bring them hope, what am I saying?
What is this hope? If I say I hope for this or I hope for that, am I wishing or am I making a valued judgment based on concrete evidence of events to come? Stuart McAllister of RZIM put it this way;
…hope as it is defined in the Christian worldview is more robust than a wish, more fixed and sure than a vague longing. It carries the idea of delayed but guaranteed fulfillment. It is the kind of assurance that something set in motion will, in due time, come to fruition. The farmer sows in hope that the seed, though buried, will produce a sure crop. Similarly, the Scriptures ground the concept of hope in the nature of who God is, what God has done, what God has promised.
So if we are taking hope to the world, as our name suggests, what exactly are we delivering? May I submit to you the only surety, the only real hope any of us have in this life, Jesus Christ and Him crucified. Take away Christ’s death on the cross and his redemptive work and we have nothing. There is no amount of compassion or social justice, fundraising or humanitarian aid that will provide hope. Gather all the secular humanitarian aid work and place it next to one drop of the blood of Jesus and it pales in comparison. We take hope to the world because we take Christ with us.
The concept of hope is nothing new to anyone. In the world it is a currency heavily damaged by ‘inflation.’ Like a country printing limitless quantities of paper currency with nothing to back it. The word “hope” is thrown around as political promises, song lyrics and even vague church rhetoric with no transcendent basis. One political party uses it as a second-rate stump speech and the other as mockery.
I typed the subject #hope into my twitter search bar to get a little feel for what the internet is saying about this word. The results were varied, at times ludicrous.
@Derekitsbieber #Its worth livin if @Justinbeiber my inspiration my everything is not following me: (#Its my 780 tweet to him :) #Hope he follow me now:)
At times humorous
@ramyakannan It is my dream that, one day, I will wake up to mail without spam. #hope
At times ignorant
@inna_yy I want to be fluent with my speak english \(•Δ•)/ #hope it
At times heartbreaking
@hibaFatimaa How can parents bear seeing their children walk through the door every morning, hoping they’d come back home safe? #Pakistan #hope
At times heartbreakingly hopeful
@louiegiglio Remembering my precious mom, Martha Jeane Giglio, a legend of faith and faithfulness. I love you! #Tearsmixedwith hope
John Moe once said; “Sometimes I think the web is designed to be a massive documentation of stupid people getting angry about stupid stuff.” There is a lot of “talk” that goes into the web, but at the same time something is coming through, as you read down through these tweets you get a feeling for the longing that is there. Clearly I do not take my cues from the internet, but I began to wonder; what is hope? If I tell someone on the street that I can bring them hope, what am I saying?
…hope as it is defined in the Christian worldview is more robust than a wish, more fixed and sure than a vague longing. It carries the idea of delayed but guaranteed fulfillment. It is the kind of assurance that something set in motion will, in due time, come to fruition. The farmer sows in hope that the seed, though buried, will produce a sure crop. Similarly, the Scriptures ground the concept of hope in the nature of who God is, what God has done, what God has promised.
So if we are taking hope to the world, as our name suggests, what exactly are we delivering? May I submit to you the only surety, the only real hope any of us have in this life, Jesus Christ and Him crucified. Take away Christ’s death on the cross and his redemptive work and we have nothing. There is no amount of compassion or social justice, fundraising or humanitarian aid that will provide hope. Gather all the secular humanitarian aid work and place it next to one drop of the blood of Jesus and it pales in comparison. We take hope to the world because we take Christ with us.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Leather
I thought I would show you all a little of what I do to unwind. Whenever I get a chance, usually on a long weekend or holiday, I like to do leatherwork. Working with my hands is for me relaxing and since S.W. van der Merwe has quite a few different stamps and awls and various other tools of the trade, I am able to have a lot of fun with it.
This was the first item I made this year. It is an idea I got from a custom leather site for an iPhone case (if your interested click here. I wanted an extra case besides the Otterbox that I use for my iPod, so I created this. The front design I just made from a combination of stamps.
I tried to make another cover that I could actually use the iPod while in the cover (Otterbox and all) but it was poorly designed. If I ever get it redesigned and made, I'll include it here. If you want to see more of the iPod case, check it out at my photo blog here.
This is something I made recently. In between the third and fourth school terms we had a one week holiday. Delani was had in-service courses at her school and could not come to the farm until that weekend when my parents arrived, so I stayed on the farm and just relaxed. In between helping S.W. with farm work, going into town for some projects and just generally taking it a bit easier, I worked on this. It is a saddle as well as back scabbard for an old Winchester .22 single-shot.
In action...
I also worked on a butt stock slip cover a few weeks before that.
If you want to see a little more of this, check it out at my photo blog here.
This was the first item I made this year. It is an idea I got from a custom leather site for an iPhone case (if your interested click here. I wanted an extra case besides the Otterbox that I use for my iPod, so I created this. The front design I just made from a combination of stamps.
I tried to make another cover that I could actually use the iPod while in the cover (Otterbox and all) but it was poorly designed. If I ever get it redesigned and made, I'll include it here. If you want to see more of the iPod case, check it out at my photo blog here.
This is something I made recently. In between the third and fourth school terms we had a one week holiday. Delani was had in-service courses at her school and could not come to the farm until that weekend when my parents arrived, so I stayed on the farm and just relaxed. In between helping S.W. with farm work, going into town for some projects and just generally taking it a bit easier, I worked on this. It is a saddle as well as back scabbard for an old Winchester .22 single-shot.
In action...
I also worked on a butt stock slip cover a few weeks before that.
If you want to see a little more of this, check it out at my photo blog here.
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