Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Going through the motions

I keep hearing a Matthew West song on the radio as I'm driving to and from work, and the lyrics to the song, combined with several key ideas from recent sermons our pastor has been preaching, have caused me to stop and think throughout the day, especially since the song is one of those songs that will tend to stick in your head for a few days at a time... =)

The song is called "The Motions", and the chorus goes like this:

I don't wanna go through the motions
I don't wanna go one more day
Without Your all-consuming passion inside of me
I don't wanna spend my whole life asking
"What if I had given everything,
Instead of going through the motions?"

As I ponder my Christian walk, I am reminded of how incredibly easy it is to fall into just "going through the motions" every day, especially when life is busy and I feel like I'm just spinning from one day to the next. Even things that should be routine--reading the Word, spending time in prayer--can become just "motions" if I fail to think about what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. What is the primary motivation of my heart? Am I doing these things for myself? For appearances? For someone else? Just so that I can say that I'm doing them? Where are my affections? Do I find myself reveling in and truly loving the Word when I pick it up? Or am I just "going through the motions" without really thinking about the awesome reality of what it is that I'm holding in my hands? Do my prayers become quick and clipped, a laundry list of requests with little time spent simply praising God and thanking Him for who He is and what He has done?

How often do I truly live as a child of God, and how often do I just go through the motions?

It's not an easy question, but it's one that certainly needs pondering.

Monday, December 8, 2008

My new favorite quote...

From one of the best teachers I had in high school:

"Remember what education is for--not the success of some institution, but the enriching of the homelife; to make our men more courageous and discerning, to make our women more gracious and insightful, our conversations better competition for the television, our storytelling more captivating, our young men less likely to be the clods that are incapable of husbanding their wives, and our aesthetic tastes more akin to true beauty." ~ Fritz Hinrichs

Saturday, December 6, 2008

My current favorite Christmas song




"Anthem for Christmas"
by Michael W. Smith

In the space of the beginning
Was the living Word of Light
When this Word was clearly spoken
All that came to be was right

All creation had a language
Words to say what must be said
All day long the heavens whispered
Signing words in scarlet red

Still some failed to understand it
So God spoke His final Word
On a silent night in Judah’s Hills
A baby’s cry was heard

“Glory!” sang the angel chorus
“Glory!” echoed back the night
Love has come to walk among us
Christ the Lord is born this night

All creation sing His praises
Earth and heaven praise His name
All who live come join the chorus
Find the words, His love proclaim

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

A productive day

... Picked up Christmas presents for three very special people today.

... Organized presents I already had for a dozen more. Literally. I can't believe I have this much done this early.

... Had lots of laughing time with Mum and Sis.

... Wrapped one stack in the mound of presents sitting on my bedroom floor.

... Listened to Christmas music all day.

... And perhaps most important of all, FINISHED MY THEOLOGY CLASS this afternoon. One last chunk of homework and one more final, and I'm FREE!



Why can't every day be like this? ^_^

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Currently Watching: Australia


I could have walked out of the theater, turned around, and immediately gone back in to watch it again.

I'm not even kidding.

^_^

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

Five Kernels of Corn

by Hezekiah Butterworth

'Twas the year of the famine in Plymouth of old,
The ice and the snow from the thatched roofs had rolled;
Through the warm purple skies steered the geese o'er the seas,
And the woodpeckers tapped in the clocks of the trees;
And the boughs on the slopes to the south winds lay bare,
and dreaming of summer, the buds swelled in the air.
The pale Pilgrims welcomed each reddening morn;
There were left but for rations Five Kernels of Corn.
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
But to Bradford a feast were Five Kernels of Corn!

"Five Kernels of Corn! Five Kernels of Corn!
Ye people, be glad for Five Kernels of Corn!"
So Bradford cried out on bleak Burial Hill,
And the thin women stood in their doors, white and still.
"Lo, the harbor of Plymouth rolls bright in the Spring,
The maples grow red, and the wood robins sing,
The west wind is blowing, and fading the snow,
And the pleasant pines sing, and arbutuses blow.
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
To each one be given Five Kernels of Corn!"

O Bradford of Austerfield hast on thy way,
The west winds are blowing o'er Provincetown Bay,
The white avens bloom, but the pine domes are chill,
And new graves have furrowed Precisioners' Hill!
"Give thanks, all ye people, the warm skies have come,
The hilltops are sunny, and green grows the holm,
And the trumpets of winds, and the white March is gone,
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
Ye have for Thanksgiving Five Kernels of Corn!

"The raven's gift eat and be humble and pray,
A new light is breaking and Truth leads your way;
One taper a thousand shall kindle; rejoice
That to you has been given the wilderness voice!"
O Bradford of Austerfield, daring the wave,
And safe through the sounding blasts leading the brave,
Of deeds such as thine was the free nation born,
And the festal world sings the "Five Kernels of Corn."
Five Kernels of Corn!
Five Kernels of Corn!
The nation gives thanks for Five Kernels of Corn!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

On unwelcome tasks

No unwelcome tasks become any the less unwelcome by putting them off till tomorrow. It is only when they are behind us and done, that we begin to find that there is a sweetness to be tasted afterwards, and that the remembrance of unwelcome duties unhesitatingly done is welcome and pleasant.

Accomplished, they are full of blessing, and there is a smile on their faces as they leave us. Undone, they stand threatening and disturbing our tranquility, and hindering our communion with God.

If there be lying before you any bit of work from which you shrink, go straight up to it, and do it at once. The only way to get rid of it is to do it.

- Alexander MacLaren (1826–1910), Scottish preacher

Monday, November 10, 2008

"Post-election hangover"

An excellent blog post from Lutheran (LCMS) Pastor William Cwirla. He sums up my own thoughts far better than I did! View Pastor Cwirla's blog for the original post.

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Well, another presidential election has come and gone, this time without any dangling chads or rulings by the Supremes. I don’t know what sort of president Barack Obama is going to be. Most of his campaign promises/threats are really legislative not executive, but hey, checks and balances along with the separation of powers went out the constitutional window a long time ago. One thing is certain, it will not be four more years of George Bush. Another thing is fairly certain, President Obama won’t likely be blamed for everything from climate change to the increased incidence of ingrown toenails among beach dwellers. They’ll probably still blame Bush.

President-elect Obama’s victory is largely symbolic when it comes to race relations in America. We hardly emerged a “post-racial” society on Wednesday. For a great op-ed piece on this topic, see Shelby Steele of the Hoover Institute.

From the Church’s perspective, it’s business as usual, offering “supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings for all men, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life, godly and respectful in every way. “ As I said in a sermon a few weeks ago, God can use any Caesar we throw at Him. I’ll be curious to see what He does with this one.

The campaign was a monumental disappointment. Gene Edward Veith’s prediction that this would be the first truly post-modern, media-driven election turned out to be prescient. Truth and substance were in short supply; image and symbol ruled the day. The debates were to political discourse as pro wrestling is to an honest fight. For my vote, if not my money, I would like to see a debate that focused on principle and philosophy, not pandering promises and campaign rhetoric.

I would be interested in hearing candidates debate these four questions:

1. What is your view of the place of government?

2. What is your view of the place of the United States in the world?

3. What economic principles govern your policies?

4. Is there an inalienable right to life and is it the government's job to defend it?

Give me Lincoln and Douglas debating federalism and slavery on the grounds of the Illinois State Fair any day of the week.

In the People’s Republic of Caleeefornia where I live, move, and have my being, we had our usual political potpourri of preposterous propositions. We voted ourselves a $10 billion bullet train from LA to San Francisco even though we’re flat broke and can’t keep our low speed trains safely on the track. We narrowly determined by a 52% majority that a legal marriage requires the participation of a man and a woman, but we still think it’s OK for a minor to get an abortion without notifying her parents. (Fortunately, an adolescent must still have parental permission to use the services of a tanning salon.) We now have the peace of mind knowing that as of 2015, chickens will have enough room to spread their wings while cranking out our omelets and veal will have a chance to stretch its legs before it becomes scallopini. And, my dear neighbors in LA county voted themselves a tidy little sales tax increase on the promise of a subway to the beach, thereby ensuring increased out of state internet purchases on my part in the new year. Thank you very much.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Post-election thoughts

So I just realized that I never posted after the election, and never commented on my thoughts. It's been a little disheartening, a little frustrating, and I've been more than usually cynical about the whole thing, so that's probably why I haven't posted about it. Not to say that I think the world as we know it is going to come to some cataclysmic end now that the process is over and Obama has won. By no means. Being a good ol' Calvinist, I still believe and cling with hope to the fact that God is still sovereign, and these events, though frustrating and discouraging in our eyes, do not take Him by surprise, nor do they rob Him of any of His power. Do I think Obama will be good for our country? Did I want him to win? Of course not. But that doesn't mean that just because he did, I now have to predict gloom and doom for our nation. God is still in control. His ways are not our ways. His thoughts are higher than ours. Is that easy to cope with? No way. But it is the most comforting thing I can think of in times like these.

All that being said, though, I'm pretty disenchanted with the whole process and the idea of the American electorate. Our system of government only works if the nation's citizens choose to be informed, educated, and rational voters, but because we have fallen so dismally far from that ideal, the system no longer works the way it was intended to work. We have so many people who go out and cast a ballot without having any idea of what they're voting for. More than that, we have people who vote (or don't vote) for all the wrong reasons. It's a privilege, an honor, and a profound responsibility, but people simply don't see it that way anymore.

How many people think of voting in this way nowadays?

“Let each citizen remember at the moment he is offering his vote that he is not making a present or a compliment to please an individual — or at least that he ought not so to do; but that he is executing one of the most solemn trusts in human society for which he is accountable to God and his country.” — Samuel Adams, 1781

Or how many people think along these lines before going out to vote?

“When you become entitled to exercise the right of voting for public officers, let it be impressed on your mind that God commands you to choose for rulers, “just men who will rule in the fear of God.” The preservation of government depends on the faithful discharge of this duty; if the citizens neglect their duty and place unprincipled men in office, the government will soon be corrupted; laws will be made, not for the public good so much as for selfish or local purposes; corrupt or incompetent men will be appointed to execute the laws; the public revenues will be squandered on unworthy men; and the rights of the citizens will be violated or disregarded. If a republican government fails to secure public prosperity and happiness, it must be because the citizens neglect the divine commands, and elect bad men to make and administer the laws.” — Noah Webster, 1832

If that is not a commentary on where our nation is headed, I don't know what is. Even the so-called conservatives, who have by and large abandoned many of their values, no longer take this idea of voting as seriously as they should. Which is part of the reason why I'm about fed up with calling myself a conservative anymore.

Traditionally, based on the historic definition of the terms, those of us who are unsatisfied with the way our nation is being guided now would all actually be liberals. Conservatives, in the days of Jefferson and Washington, were those who were satisfied with the status quo. They didn’t think anything needed to change. They were the ones crying “God save the King!” instead of “No taxation without representation!” It was Jefferson, Washington, Adams, Franklin, and the rest who were considered the “liberals.” They were the ones who wanted change. Revolution. A new world.

Based on that definition, I think I would now prefer to consider myself a traditional, Thomas Jefferson-liberal. It's time for some real change in our country, not just empty promises from candidates who swear they will turn everything around and then simply step up to the plate with four more years of the same or worse.

How long will it take for America to wake up and realize how far we've fallen?

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I finally had a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks...

And it was delicious! I'm glad I finally "branched out" to try something new and get out of my "rut" of things I always get. (Thanks, Kait!) I think this will probably be my new favorite drink for the rest of the season. Now maybe I'll have the courage to venture out and try the salted caramel hot chocolate that my mom has raved about so much. We'll see...

I'm thankful that I have a little (very little, but some) more flexibility right now so that I can afford to have a day like today. My sis and I met some wonderful friends and we took a trip to our brand new, beautiful, awesome movie theater (where they are currently showing free movies and giving free popcorn and sodas as a grand opening celebration!), then took a tour of the new Bass Pro Shop (which was completely and insanely amazing), then went to Starbucks and visited and laughed, and then decided that we were hungry and after deliberating in the parking lot until some of the group was jumping up and down as a result of the cold air, decided to go get dinner.

All in all, it was fabulous fun. Thank you, you awesome friends. You know who you are. ^_^

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Incidentally, Eagle Eye was a surprisingly epic movie. I was excited about it and wanted to see it, but it turned out to be far better than I was even expecting. It was well-acted, uniquely filmed, had some terrific edge-of-your-seat action, and best of all, was driven by an intriguing storyline with its share of gasp-worthy twists and turns. And it actually had an extremely interesting central theme that is particularly relevant to our current world situation.

I won't give it all away, but it's definitely worth watching. Moderate to heavy caution for language and some violent content, for those who are concerned, but it's really quite a smashing film.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Tapioca pudding and other good things

So I have re-discovered how much I love tapioca pudding. Unfortunately, tonight's batch turned out a little runny. I'm not quite sure what went wrong. I suppose it still tastes the same, but it's rather disappointing. Then again, it gives me a chance to try again tomorrow!

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I can hardly believe that it's November already. It seems like we were just welcoming in the "new" year of 2008, and now it is rapidly (almost frighteningly rapidly) coming to a close. Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and Christmas will be here "before, well, we are sufficiently prepared!" (I will give a virtual high-five to anyone who knows what movie that quote comes from. =D)

I am ridiculously excited for the holidays, though. We are now drawing near to my favorite time of year (look, I'm rhyming!), full of laughter, good food, celebration, and time with family and dear friends. Also apple cider. And pumpkin pie. And Christmas cookies. It all makes me so happy.

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Loreena McKennitt has just released a new Christmas CD: A Midwinter Night's Dream. I'm simply drooling. It sounds like a must for the Christmas music library. Check it out: http://quinlanroad.com/explorethemusic/8.asp

My resolve to not spend a cent before my next paycheck is wearing so thin...

=D

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Happy November!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

I love silly theology quiz questions

True/false:

The term "Scripture" comes from the Latin for scriptus which means "scaffolding".

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Ah, it makes me laugh.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Monday, October 27, 2008

Enjoying classes?!

That's right! It's true. I am actually enjoying my classes already. The workload is substantially lessened as compared to my last set, and I am so thankful. I have time to enjoy my reading instead of rushing through it at breakneck speed simply to get it all done. Of course, it's also true that the content of the reading is considerably easier than the last two classes. It all works together.

I was a bit apprehensive about the Intro to Theology class, but it actually has been much better than I expected, at least so far. This week we're actually reading two articles called "Election and Salvation" and "The Weaknesses of Arminianism." Shocking! I didn't expect to be pleasantly surprised by good old-fashioned Calvinism in this class, but I certainly won't complain.

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A quite humorous story:

I'm not quite sure what "the deal" is with my theology/Bible classes thus far. Last year, first semester, I had an Old Testament history/survey course, and the professor's name was Josh Dear. (Not kidding. It was awesome.) Last year, second semester, I had New Testament history/survey with Paul Husband. (Again, not kidding. He was hilarious.) This year, I have Intro to Theology. Professor's name? Jennifer Love.

Dear, Husband, and Love.

It cracks me up!!!

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Currently Watching: What's Up, Doc?

On a completely unrelated note, I had forgotten how absolutely hysterical this movie is. I definitely have to watch it all the way through again.

"You're upside down, sir." "I know."

That's how I feel sometimes lately!

Thankful that God is never upside down, even when I am. . .

Rejoice in Him today. :)

Friday, October 24, 2008

I seriously love my sister =D

I don't even know what it is about us and IM, but when we start getting hyper while IMing, watch out, world. For some reason, she just got completely wound up while we were talking a few minutes ago, and I was laughing so ridiculously hard that now I'm wheezing and coughing. But oh, it's so worth it. These are the moments I treasure.

I love you, sissy!!!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

It's one of those days!

Wearing a new necklace from my kindred spirit friend. Finishing a major project at work. Discovering fantastic new music. Visiting with a friend who left a smile on my face, as always. Finishing my week's worth of homework two days early for one of my classes (what bliss!). Dinner by candlelight, and laughing around the table. Listening to my sister play the piano and singing along despite my squeaking.

Oh yes, life is good. =)

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

The year is floating by...

(Cross-posted from my Xanga.)

Or perhaps I should say rushing by!

Maybe it was realizing just how many pages I've torn off my page-a-day calendar that sits on my desk at work...

Maybe it was the sound of a flock of geese flying South for the winter this morning, that distinctive sound that always makes me smile and that whispers, "FALL!" ...

Or maybe it was the breeze and coolness in the air today, and the sound of dry leaves blowing in the gutter...

Or maybe it was seeing the new issue of Victoria and realizing with a shock that it's the Christmas issue...

Or maybe it was my sister being unable to resist the temptation any longer and pulling out our Christmas piano music books...

For one reason or another, I realized today how quickly time is going by. 2008 will be over before I know it. With so many things going on, so much busy-ness in my life right now, it can be hard to remember to sit back and enjoy the little moments. But I had so many of those little moments today that I am inspired and encouraged to do just that--enjoy them. Enjoy life. Revel in God's mercies and faithfulness. Smile every morning. Hug my family. Praise the Lord for His kindness to me.

Be a blessing to at least one person every day. It's something I am trying to learn.

So, I completely forgot about this blog.

It's true. Sad to say, but it's true. I hadn't updated in so long, and then I quite forgot about it. Good heavens. And now I find out that I have comments that I didn't even know about, months old, that I never even saw! Silly Blogger needs to use a better method of notifying me of comments.

In any case, I will attempt to at least cross-post what I post to my Xanga here as well. Perhaps even a few extras here. I do like Blogger. I've just neglected my Blogger accounts for quite some time. This trouble shall be remedied!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Cafes in Provence

And this is why this book is so absolutely, delightfully entertaining, and why I am eagerly devouring every single page. I cannot believe I'm almost halfway done. I simply don't want it to end.

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“I have liked almost every café that I have ever been to in France, even the ratty little ones in tiny villages where the flies are more plentiful than customers, but I have a soft spot for the sprawling cafés of the Cours Mirabeau, and the softest spot of all for the Deux Garçons. Successive generations of proprietors have put their profits under the mattress and resisted all thoughts of redecoration, which in France usually ends in a welter of plastic and awkward lighting, and the interior looks much the same as it must have looked fifty years ago.

“The ceiling is high, and toasted to a caramel color by the smoke from a million cigarettes. The bar is burnished copper, the tables and chairs gleam with the patina bestowed by countless bottoms and elbows, and the waiters have aprons and flat feet, as all proper waiters should. It is dim and cool, a place for reflection and a quiet drink. And then there is the terrace, where the show takes place.

“Aix is a university town, and there is clearly something in the curriculum that attracts pretty students. The terrace of the Deux Garçons is always full of them, and it is my theory that they are there for education rather than refreshment. They are taking a degree course in café deportment, with a syllabus divided into four parts.

One: The Arrival

One must always arrive as conspicuously as possible, preferably on the back of a crimson Kawasaki 750 motorcycle driven by a young man in head-to-toe black leather and three-day stubble. It is not done to stand on the pavement and wave him good-bye as he booms off down the Cours to visit his hairdresser. That is for gauche little girls from the Auvergne. The sophisticated student is too busy for sentiment. She is concentrating on the next stage.

Two: The Entrance

Sunglasses must be kept on until an acquaintance is identified at one of the tables, but one must not appear to be looking for company. Instead, the impression should be that one is heading into the café to make a phone call to one’s titled Italian admirer, when—quelle surprise!—one sees a friend. The sunglasses can then be removed and the hair tossed while one is persuaded to sit down.

Three: Ritual Kissing

Everyone at the table must be kissed at least twice, often three times, and in special cases four times. Those being kissed should remain seated, allowing the new arrival to bend and swoop around the table, tossing her hair, getting in the way of the waiters, and generally making her presence felt.

Four: Table Manners

Once seated, sunglasses should be put back on to permit the discreet study of one’s own reflection in the café windows—not for reasons of narcissism, but to check important details of technique: the way one lights a cigarette, or sucks the straw in a Perrier menth, or nibbles daintily on a sugar lump. If these are satisfactory, the glasses can be adjusted downward so that they rest charmingly on the end of the nose, and attention can be given to the other occupants of the table.

“This performance continues from mid-morning until early evening, and never fails to entertain me. I imagine there must be the occasional break for academic work in between these hectic periods of social study, but I have never seen a textbook darken the café tables, nor heard any discussion of higher calculus or political science. The students are totally absorbed in showing form, and the Cours Mirabeau is all the more decorative as a result.”



Looking for the perfect book for light, delicious summer reading? Pick up A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle. I cannot recommend it enough.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Article of the week!

On writing

by Andrée Seu


The biggest help to my writing has been the discipline of having to fit everything into 800 words. That's on the "craft" side. On the "inspiration" side it's the daily reading of Scripture. The World Journalism Institute gave me three hours to tell students in Asheville how I write, but I had only those two points, really. WJI could have saved itself a little money.

I read a whole book on potty training once, which is a bit much, don't you think? A yellow highlighter boiled the essentials down to about an ounce of meat sandwiched between lots of airy bread. What follows is my ounce of meat.

How to write an essay: You're drifting off and a thought pops in; and it sounds like a lead sentence so you jot it on the pad you keep under the bed. You look for sleep, but it tugs at your ear, till you finally give in and brainstorm the idea for all it's worth — the gems and the junk alike. Come daylight, you mentally solve syntactical problems — while folding laundry, molding meatballs, conversing with your neighbor.

Then you sit in front of a white page, terrified. You phone your mother crying, "This is ridiculous! I can't write! Who am I kidding!" — which is all well and good, but eventually you have to face the paper again. You take a deep breath and say, "OK, don't make art, just make sense." (The movie Finding Forrester notes, "You write the first draft with your heart, and the second draft with your head" — which isn't too bad for Hollywood: Just get it all down.)

Good writing is confident and lean. Compare the first sentence of this essay with an alternative: "There are perhaps many helpful tips for writing, but in my opinion, one of the most helpful may be to try to fit everything you have to say into an essay of approximately 800 words." Zzzzzzzzzzz. You've already gone to the kitchen to make "s'mores," right?

Replace generalities with vivid details ("gone to the kitchen to make 's'mores'" is slightly better than "gone to the kitchen for a snack" — which is hands down better than mumbling about the reader's "waning interest"). "Brief fame": forgettable; "15 minutes of fame": a keeper. And if Abe Lincoln had said "Many years ago," instead of "Four score and seven years ago," he'd have been right that the world would "little note nor long remember."

Thou shalt not resort to clichés. Thou shalt not hold out for the "best" of all leads — a good lead will do. Thou shalt not try to produce the definitive piece on St.Patrick — a helpful one will do. Thou SHALT use parallelism from time to time, to spice things up.

Jesus taught by telling stories. Think about it.

Say things in a startling way (there are precedents: "If your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out"). Then be ready to take your lumps in the "letters to the editor."

Conversational writing doesn't mean indifference to grammar; learn the difference between a comma and semicolon. On the other hand, forget what Sister Clair said in 3rd grade about sentences ALWAYS needing a subject and verb. Not so. But know how to break the rules the right way.

What's good for life is good for the writing life: Write "anything that would be helpful" (Acts 20:20). Also, you have heard that it was said, "The writer makes his own luck" — meaning that he should go out and live an exciting life. But the Lord says, "Defend the cause of the weak" (Psalms 82:3) — and you will have material aplenty.

Don't be intimidated by the "other guys" (Time, Newsweek). "Since they have rejected the word of the Lord, what kind of wisdom do they have?" (Jeremiah 8:9). Besides, they throw around phrases like "a house divided cannot stand" without a clue as to where they come from.

Dirty little secrets of the trade: Writers don't know where they're going till they get there; first drafts are always pathetic; there is no such thing as an original thought.

Writing as a Christian is a path strewn with tough choices and trade-offs, and sometimes you blow it. If you save back issues or hit the Internet, dig up the May 26 "Judgment Calls" and cross out "love" and write in "sex." The preacher's anecdote — to illustrate that mortals are ill equipped to compare earthly joys to heaven's — actually went, "Daddy, is sex better than chocolate?" Clearer now, right?

Still, if you think this is for you, here is your first assignment: Write a thousand words, as tight as you can make it, on "Why I want to write for WORLD." Then slash it by 50 percent. Now you've got yourself an essay.

Oh, and "keep yourselves from idols" (1 John 5:21).




Republished with permission from WORLD Magazine (Vol. 16, No. 31). Copyright © 2007 WORLD Magazine. This article was published on Boundless.org on April 29, 2008.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Poetry, poetry, poetry. . .

"Meeting at Night"

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match.
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

- Robert Browning


I think I am finally beginning to truly appreciate poetry. We are in the poetry unit of our English class right now, and flying through these wonderful poems at an amazing (okay, maybe alarming!) rate. The figurative language and vivid imagery in this particular poem knocked my socks off. I LOVE IT.


Off to write a paraphrase of Robert Frost's "Design." Have a wonderful evening.

Monday, April 21, 2008

God is merciful!

As many of you know, I have spent the last week+ very ill with a severe virus. I missed work all of last week, and was finally able to return just today. It's been a struggle, to say the least, but I am happy to say that I do believe I am now on the road to recovery. I've had more energy today, and have not tired so easily. I'm profoundly thankful! I'm also thankful for all the dear friends who made their care and concern for me so evident throughout this week and a half. I've received cards, ecards, flowers, and other get-well gifts, and it has just made me smile. What a blessing it is to have brothers and sisters in Christ. You know who you are -- I love you all!

In any case, I would appreciate your continued prayers as I attempt to settle back into my routine this week, catch up on homework, and recalibrate my schedule to allow for better rest for myself so my immune system doesn't slip down so much again.

In the meanwhile, I've posted some thoughts over on Genevieve's Musings: The Blogger and Genevieve's Musings: The Xanga. I hope to be faithful in updating.

Have a terrific week, everyone!

Saturday, March 29, 2008

New blog

Well, I've been telling myself I was going to do this for awhile, and simply haven't sat down to do it. Since my Genevieve's Musings blog is more literary and "serious"--and also because I seem to have no time to update it anymore--I've been meaning to start another Blogger account where my posts will just be random, shorter, and probably less serious. I'll probably cross-post between my Xanga and here from now on.

Now I can enjoy the Blogger interface more frequently, and still update my Xanga. And I can still keep up with friends who are no longer on Xanga. The best part of all. ^_^

Stay tuned!