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Bloggiesta Ole!

It’s the first day of Bloggiesta, and our mascot is PEDRO:

Plan. Edit. Develop. Review. Organize.

For my Bloggiesta tasks, I’d like to:

Plan.
1. Write author birthday posts for January, February, and March, and set them to publish on the appropriate days.
2. Since I plan to take a Lenten break from blogging again this year, I’d like to grab some of the best of the posts in my archives and have them ready to post during Lent while I’m away.

Edit.
3. I’d really like to check my blog archives for dead links.

Develop.
4. Develop relationships by participating in Mother Reader’s Comment Challenge.
5. Finish writing a post directed to new bloggers in answer to a question mysister sent me last week. My baby sister is going to birth a brand new book blog, and she’s asking me for advice!

Review.
6. Finish my reviews and follow-up posts left over from my Cybils judging for 2009. I still have books to review and some thoughts on the general direction and quality of the middle grade fiction books I read for the Cybils.
7. Update reviews to Library Things Early Reviewers so that I can get back on their good list.

Organize.
8. Work on adding links to all the reviews posted at the Saturday Review to the index pages. I can’t imagine finding enough time to do all of these, but I’d like to at least work on it.

I may come up with some other projects over the course of the weekend, may start some of these and not finish, may only get one or two projects done. That’s O.K. The main idea is have fun working on my blog along with others who are doing the same.

Bloggiesta is sponsored by Natasha at Maw Books. Thanks, Natasha.

Abortion: A Justice Issue

From now until the 18th of January, I’m keeping this video at the top of the blog. I believe abortion is an issue of justice: justice for the unborn and justice for those mothers who are made to feel that getting an abortion is the easy way out, instead of being shown how they can choose life for their unborn child.

How dare they come to my hometown and build The Second Biggest Abortuary in the WORLD! Planned Parenthood is certainly not building this death trap in hopes of turning it into an adoption and prenatal care center. No, as Abby Johnson, who until recently worked for Planned Parenthood, has said, “One of their goals was to make money, and the way they make money is to increase the number of abortions.”

Houston (USA), we have a problem.

BBAW: Interview With a Book Blogger

Gayle blogs at Every Day I Write the Book, and even though her blog is new to me, she has lots of fans. In fact, Every Day I Write the Book was nominated in five categories for Book Blogger Appreciation Awards: Best Literary Fiction Blog, Best General Review Blog, Best Reviews, Best Writing, and Best Book Club Blog, and it’s shortlisted in that last category, Best Book Club Blog.

The first thing I discovered in perusing Gayle’s blog is that we don’t read the same books. I only found two titles that she’s reviewed that I have read, too. This lack of congruence is a great thing as far as I’m concerned because it means I can find lots of books that Gayle’s recommended that I might want to read. I did find several titles that I want to read after reading Gayle’s reviews and teasers, including:

Factory Girls by Leslie Chang.

The English Teacher by Lily King.

Beginner’s Greek by James Collins.

Hello Goodbye by Emily Chenoweth.

Here’s what Gayle has to say about reading and blogging:

How did you start blogging, and why do you blog? Why about books?
When I was in my early 20s, I started keeping track of reviews of books that I wanted to read, mostly from traditional media sources like newspapers and magazines. I was always the one in my book club to make suggestions for our next read. I now work in social media and spend a lot of time reading blogs. One day in 2006, I started thinking about launching a blog to recommend books that my friends maybe hadn’t heard about, and to post my own reviews of books I’ve read. Once I got the idea in my head, I was so excited about it that I couldn’t wait to launch it. I blog now because I love the community of authors, readers and publishers that I have come to know, and I love the fact that so many people tell me that they visit my blog regularly for recommendations.
Why books? I have a very strong sense of what I like to read, and I thought I had something to offer in to other readers. Plus, I love to read – always have – and despite the amount of time it takes to keep up the book blog, it has encouraged me to read more. My reviews tend to focus less on characters and more on writing – I am fascinated by the process of writing fiction, and am in awe of people who do it well.

You’ve been shortlisted for an award at Book Blogger Appreciation Awards: Best Book Club Blog. Tell me about your book club. How does it work? How are the books chosen? How many participants do you have? How did you get started?
The book club component of my blog is probably the part I spend the least amount of time on, but I do enjoy it. It started in December 2007, when the publisher of Kelly Corrigan’s The Middle Place approached me to see if I wanted to host a discussion of that book on my site. Since then, I’ve hosted eight book club discussions on EDIWTB. Either I will select a book I’ve wanted to read, and will contact the publisher to see if they would like to participate, or I will be approached by a publisher with a particular book as a club suggestion. EDIWTB readers who sign up get a free copy of the book from the publisher, and on a pre-selected date, I open the discussion with a post on EDIWTB. The discussion continues in the comments. Usually, the author participates in a Q&A post the week after the book club discussion, answering questions that have come up in the comments.
I usually get somewhere between 20-30 participants. I always look forward to book club days, when the comments start rolling in.
It’s funny, I don’t think of my blog as a “book club blog”, except to the extent that people tell me they get ideas for books for their own book club to read.

What’s your favorite book blog (besides your own, of course)?
I have a few favorites – Stephanie’s Written Word, Booking Mama, Literary License, and Books for Breakfast.

You often blog about books you would like to read, future reads. Do you have a list? How do you decide what’s next up? Do you read more than one book at a time?
Yes, unfortunately, with a fulltime job and 5 year-old twins, I don’t have nearly as much time to read as I’d like. So I end up posting about future reads more often than I post my own reviews. I’d love for that ratio to be reversed… maybe someday. I don’t have a list – it’s basically a large pile of books on the floor of my bedroom. (Actually, it’s three piles and two bookshelves of books piled on their sides). The blog, in many ways, represents my TBR list.
I never read more than one book at a time.
Picking my next read is one of my favorite activities. It’s a rather unscientific process that involves thinking about what I am in the mood for, considering whether I want something very different from what I just read, and reading the first page or two of a few books to see what grabs me at that moment. I don’t participate in many challenges or book tours, mostly because I don’t want to feel constrained when choosing what to read next.

What has blogging done for you, and how do you try to serve your readers? What should a reader expect to get out of a visit to Everyday I Write the Book?
I try to serve my readers by offering honest reviews of what I’ve read, and sharing titles of books that they may not come across in their own travels. I am honest to a fault – even if I am writing about a review copy or participating in the EDIWTB book club, I will say exactly what I think of a book, even if it’s negative. I don’t think sugarcoating or focusing only on the positive is helpful to anyone (except maybe the author). People trust my opinion, and that’s the best I have to offer, so I offer my whole, unedited opinion.
A reader visiting EDIWTB can hopefully expect to learn about a book that may be a bit off the beaten path (but not always – I have read some pretty popular books), and can expect honest and hopefully well-written reviews of the book I’ve read. I also do some author Q&As and guest posts, and attend frequent author readings, which I always write up for the blog.

When do you do your blogging? How much time do you spend on blogging every day?
I do most of my blogging late at night, between 11-12 PM. I usually post 3-4 times a week, and posts usually take me about 45 minutes each.
 
What is the best book you’ve read this year?
The Time Traveler’s Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger. I was late to the party on this one, but it has stayed with me.
 
What are your passions outside of reading?
I used to be a huge TV watcher, but with fewer hours to devote to it, and the everpresent temptation of the laptop, I am a much less engaged viewer than I used to be. I love my 5 year old girls, my basenji, and music, and I am somewhat obsessed with social media.
 
Where do you learn about new books?
I used to learn about new books from traditional book reviews and magazines, but I am getting my recommendations more often now from book bloggers and Twitter. I also get a lot of review copies in the mail, so I learn about new books that way too. One of my favorite activities is browsing the fiction shelves of bookstores I love, on the prowl for new books I haven’t heard of before.

Thanks, Gayle. You can see my answers to some of these same interview questions at Every Day I Write the Book Blog.

Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller

I thought that Rick Warren’s Purpose-Driven Life book was a decent introduction to the Christian life. I’ve listened to Mark Driscoll on youtube, and what I heard him say was exactly what I read in the Bible. I even thought The Prayer of Jabez by Bruce Wilkinson, if read as written, had some good insights on serving God and asking for Big Things from Him. So, what I’m saying is that I tend to give Christian nonfiction writers the benefit of the doubt and not be overly critical and picky. (Fiction is another matter.) I figure we’re following the same Jesus, and if something sounds a little off or immature, maybe the author just hasn’t gotten there yet or maybe I haven’t.

So, although I know I read something, somewhere, that made me think I wouldn’t like Blue Like Jazz, that it would be some kind of New Age reinterpretation of Christianity that made Jesus unrecognizable, I actually loved it. Mr. Miller was a bit disingenuous at times, acting as if he just didn’t understand what in the world those “fundamentalists” were thinking when they didn’t like his take on this or that, but I still thought the book was a revealing and mostly honest (as honest as any of us get) look at what being a Christian is like, at least what it’s like for Mr. Miller. (The idea, however, that changing the name of what we believe in from “Christianity” to “Christian spirituality” is going to do anything except confuse the issue is also rather simplistic and disingenuous.)

A few quotations to give you a taste if you haven’t read it already:

“I grew up going to church, so I got used to hearing about God. He was like Uncle Harry or Aunt Sally except we didn’t have pictures.”

“God is not here to worship me, to mold Himself into something that will help me fulfill my level of comfort.”

“Satan, who I believe exists as much as I believe Jesus exists, wants us to believe meaningless things for meaningless reasons. Can you imagine if Christians actually believed that God was trying to rescue us from the pit of our own self-addiction? Can you imagine?”

“If the supposed new church believes in trendy music and cool Web pages, then it is not relevant to culture either. It is just another tool of Satan to get people to be passionate about nothing.”

“If loving other people is a bit of heaven then certainly isolation is a bit of hell, and to that degree, here on earth, we decide in which state we would like to live.”

“The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: Life is a story about me.”

That last one, especially, is profound. Think about it.

Kids, Drugs, and Depression

Whatever happened to Freddie Prinze?

I’m old enough to remember comedian and TV star Freddie Prinze. I watched his sit-com Chico and the Man. I laughed and enjoyed the comedy.

But Mr. Prinze, only 22 years old, wasn’t laughing so much. And on a January night in 1977, Freddie Prinze, full of quaaludes and depression and drama, shot himself. His mom insisted that it was an accident and got the cause of death on his death certificate changed from suicide to “accidental shooting due to the influence of Quaaludes.” I don’t see that it really matters. Mr. Prinze ended his life at the age of 22 because of drugs and depression. The drugs deepened the depression and made him reckless and stupid.

I’m writing about this tragedy because today is Freddie Prinze’s birthday. He would have been 55 years old today.

But I’m also writing about Mr. Prinze, the talented but tragic comedian, because just this past week another talented young man destroyed himself with drugs and depression and bad decisions. I didn’t know D., but I do know his family. D. was taught about the Lord. He grew up in a family that loves Jesus with a mom and dad who loved D. He was homeschooled and went to church and memorized Scripture and had made a commitment to Jesus Christ.

However, D. had “graduated” to using cocaine about three months ago, and he came home a little over a week ago to get help. He was hearing voices and believed that implants in his head were monitoring his thoughts and telling him to do horrible things.

He told his dad he didn’t know what to do to make the voices stop. What he decided to do was to douse himself with gasoline and set himself on fire. His parents woke up to hear D. screaming in pain, and although D. was in agony, he was able to tell his dad that he was sorry before the paramedics came, sedated him, and took him to the hospital burn unit. D. never regained consciousness, and he died a couple of days later.

A friend of mine wrote about D.:

How did this happen? Why did it end this way? No one will ever have all the answers but there are some lessons here for anyone with eyes to see.

. No child of God is immune to sin. Each of us has freedom of choice and is responsible to God for his choices.

. God disciplines the child that He loves.

. If we continually reject the warnings of God at some point He will call His child home.

I choose to believe that D. was more afraid to continue to live than he was to die. I have no doubt that as the old gospel hymn goes, D. is now; “Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe from corroding care; safe from the world’s temptations, sin cannot harm him there.”

Why am I telling you all this story? Because it’s still happening. Kids, and some who should be past childhood, still think that illegal drugs are harmless, that maybe taking a few pills or a shot of something will make them feel better, will medicate the depression and the pain out of existence. I know some of them are thinking this way because they’ve told me: “it won’t happen to me. I just smoke a little weed. Nothing bad will happen to me. That’s a scare story.”

Well, yeah, I’m trying to scare you. But D. really did die just the way I described. I’m going to his memorial service this afternoon. And we’ll remember all the good things about him, how he had compassion for homeless people, how he made beautiful music, how he loved his family. But we’ll also remember what could have been, how D. could have been a blessing to his family instead of giving them a pain that will never go away completely. How he could have served the Lord with his music. How he could have lived.

I’m writing about what happened to Freddie Prinze and to D. because I don’t want it to ever happen to another family or to another talented young man. And they’re all talented and remarkable and loved, by God the Father even if they don’t feel loved by anyone else. Please pray for my friends the R family who have lost a son and a brother. And please examine yourself, and if you need it, get help. Make good decisions. Flush the drugs, whatever they are, down the toilet. Cling to the precious saving love of the Lord Jesus Christ and don’t let go.

Please.

The Meaning of Marriage

Noah Webster’s 1828 dictionary defined marriage as:

The act of uniting a man and woman for life; wedlock; the legal union of a man and woman for life. Marriage is a contract both civil and religious, by which the parties engage to live together in mutual affection and fidelity, till death shall separate them. Marriage was instituted by God himself for the purpose of preventing the promiscuous intercourse of the sexes, for promoting domestic felicity, and for securing the maintenance and education of children.

Merriam-Webster Online now says marriage is:

1 a (1): the state of being united to a person of the opposite sex as husband or wife in a consensual and contractual relationship recognized by law
(2): the state of being united to a person of the same sex in a relationship like that of a traditional marriage: same-sex marriage
b: the mutual relation of married persons : wedlock
c: the institution whereby individuals are joined in a marriage
2: an act of marrying or the rite by which the married status is effected ; especially : the wedding ceremony and attendant festivities or formalities
3: an intimate or close union: the marriage of painting and poetry — J. T. Shawcross.

I am thinking a lot about the meaning of marriage these days. I find it disingenuous, at the very least, for gay activists to say that they are not, by their lobbying and legislative and judicial actions, trying to redefine marriage.

However, as the definition of marriage has changed in the last two hundred years, it has not been completely as a result of recent homosexual activism and propaganda. WIth no credentials as a sociologist or a historian, I give my humble opinion that the definition of marriage began to change as more and more people in Western society lost faith in the Bible and the God of the BIble, and that it continued to lose meaning as promiscuity and fornication became, not only common, but also acceptable as a lifestyle.

If marriage is not a contract “both civil and religious”, then what is its basis? If God and Adam did not agree on the definition of marriage in Genesis 2:24 (Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.), then why can’t we as a society, by majority vote or evolving social mores, define marriage any way we see fit? Serial marriage in which the partners know that that the marriage contract is impermanent or polygamy in which either partner can have have more than one lifetime mate or homosexual marriage in which both partners are of the same sex or open marriage/non-marriage in which the couple lives together but there’s no legal commitment . . . . the options are endless.

In this kind of society, with undefined marriage that’s simply “a state of being united to a person”, marriage loses all meaning. I can be united to Engineer Husband today and to Tom, Dick or Mary tomorrow. I can move in with Joe and decide that I want us to stay “married” for the rest of our lives, but he can leave me whenever the first gray hair appears.

We’re entering Wonderland, and it looks as if the state is to be master. Our democratically elected government will decide the meaning of the word marriage and in the process will drain the word, and the institution, of all meaning.

“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”
“The question is, ” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”
“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty. “which is to be master—that’s all.”

I find this to be a sad state of affairs, and I challenge anyone who advocates for such meaningless marriage to tell me how it can be good for children or for a civil society, much less how it can be right before a holy God who created us to cleave to a mate of the opposite sex and become one flesh. Of course, if marriage means “whatever I choose it to mean, neither more nor less,” I am free to have my partner(s) in marriage choose a different meaning from mine. And that’s not freedom at all; it’s chaos.

Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry

Where have I been, and why haven’t I read any novels by Wendell Berry before? Why hasn’t this man, Wendell Berry, won a Pulitzer Prize or something? He writes about real people, the kind of people I knew growing up in West Texas, even though his people are in a fictional place called Port William, Kentucky. His people say things and talk about things that I heard growing up, like:

filling stations
the jumping-off place
finicky
I reckon
sick as a dog
minnnow buckets
toe the mark

And Mr. Jayber Crow is one of the most thoughtful characters I’ve read about in any book. He’s a homespun philosopher, and better yet, a loving man.

And this is what is was like—the words were just right there in my mind, and I knew they were true: ‘the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God move upon the face of the waters.’ I’m not even sure that I can tell you what was happening to me then, or that I know even now. At the time I surely wasn’t trying to tell myself. But after all my years of reading in that book and hearing it read and believing and disbelieving it, I seemed to have wandered my way back to the beginning—not just of the book, but of the world—and all the rest was yet to come. I felt knowledge crawl over my skin.”

That last sentence, can’t you just feel it, too? I really had an experience somewhat like Jayber’s myself when I was about thirteen years old. I wondered if all I had been taught and all the Bible knowledge I had memorized was really true. I thought and prayed for an entire Sunday afternoon, by myself in the churchyard, and at a point I just knew. No audible voice, but I knew that God was there, that He was the Christ, that the Holy Spirit spoke to me.

“And I knew that the Spirit that had gone forth to shape the world and make it live was still alive in it. I just had no doubt. I could see that I lived in the created world, and it was still being created. I would be part of it forever. There was no escape. The Spirit that made it was in it, shaping it and reshaping it, sometimes lying at rest, sometimes standing up and shaking itself, like a muddy horse, and letting the pieces fly. I had almost no sooner broke my leash than I had hit the wall.”

I have come to the age now where I can see how short a time we have to be here. And when I think about it, it can seem strange beyond telling that this particular bunch of us should be here on this little patch of ground in this little patch of time, and I can think of other times and places I might have lived, other kinds of man I might have been. But there is something else. There are moments when the heart is generous, and then it knows that for better or worse our lives are woven together here, with one another and with the place and all the living things.

Jayber Crow is a book about community and about the secret life of a Kentucky bachelor and about love that is love even when it’s unconsummated. Mr. Berry has an axe to grind in his antipathy for modern farming and agri-business, but he also has a story to tell about the goodness of country life back in the 1930’s and 40’s. And there’s another, deeper theme to this book, about the surprising twists and turns of a life lived for an audience of One, lived before God, even in the times when God seems to be far away.

“Nearly everything that has happened to me has happened by surprise. All the important things have happened by surprise. And whatever has been happening usually has already happened before I have had time to expect it. The world doesn’t stop because you are in love or in mourning or in need of time to think. And so when I thought I was in my story or in charge of it, I really have been only on the edge of it, carried along. Is this because we are in an eternal story that is happening partly in time?”

An eternal story that is happening partly in time. What a great description of the sense that we have that we are somehow trapped in time but not meant to be there, mortal but meant to be immortal.

I also read Hannah Coulter a couple of weeks ago, and I’ll just say that I’m hooked. I think you might be, too, if you try either of the two books I’ve just finished. Port William, Kentucky is a place I want to visit again and yet again; I might even like to settle down there, even if I am a city girl at heart. Mr. Berry makes country life sound awfully enticing.

Belloc Does Something Hard

Anthony Esolen at Mere Comments tells this story about Chesterton’s friend Hillaire Belloc: “It seems that when Belloc was serving as a young man in the French army, he met an American woman with whom he fell passionately in love. Once discharged from the army, Belloc sold his beloved complete set of the works of Cardinal Newman to scramble up the money for boat fare across the Atlantic. He landed in New York, and walked across the continent to San Francisco, supporting himself by manual labor. When he arrived at the young lady’s door in California, he proposed to her on the spot. She agreed. It was a long engagement — they were married seven years later, when she was 25 and he was 26. Read those last sentences again, carefully. Unfortunately, their happy marriage was broken by the early death of Mrs. Belloc, at age 43; and Belloc had already lost a son in World War I, and would lose another in World War II. But whatever you may say about the man’s writings and his polemical opinions, Belloc lived.”

Now that’s amazing! Did you catch that Belloc was eighteen or nineteen years old when he worked his way across the continent to propose to the woman he loved. This Bellocian sort of adventure probably wasn’t exactly what twins Brett and Alex Harris intended to challenge teens to do when they wrote their book, Do Hard Things, but then again, why not?

Some guys need to bite the bullet and do something really hard to win the hand of a lady. And some young ladies need to do whatever it takes to be worthy of such an effort.

Do you know of any stories about guys doing hard things to win a fair maiden? Guys nowadays?

Christians and the New Media

As communication theorist Marshall McLuhan argued, the tools we use to communicate a message can shape that message in ways we may or may not intend. If this is true then Christians have a duty to critically evaluate the effect of our media choices on our message. Do our choices of media forms allow the message to remain Christian? Or are the tools with which we communicate at odds with the message of the Gospel? If the medium affects the message, how will the Christian message be affected by the new media?

A response to the Evangelical Outpost Symposium sponsored by Wheatstone Academy.

Media? Message? What?

After reading this explanation of Mr. McLuhan’s famous dictum, I am only somewhat less confused. If the “new media” we’re talking about are cell phones, the internet, ipods and whatever else is out there that I’m not hip enough to know about, and the message is whatever the use of these media is implanting into our subliminal culture, then certainly these new media are not inherently Christian and are not preaching the gospel as an intrinsic media-borne message. However, I’m not sure I see that the new media are distorting the gospel either.

One element of the gospel is the building of Christian community. Jesus said that Christians were to be the Church, a community of disciples, praying together, learning together, and worshipping together. The internet, like television and even radio before it, can be a somewhat self-indulgent and isolating addiction. But it doesn’t have to be. Just as we can isolate ourselves from real community by spending too much time in front of a TV screen or a computer screen, we can also connect with others, especially via the internet, in ways that were not possible even ten years ago. If the Christian brothers and sisters I meet via the internet become my church to the exclusion of a real physical church community, then the medium of the internet has twisted and limited my understanding of what a true Christian community is meant to be. If the information and the encouragement that I get from others, blogs and forums and such like, become an adjunct to the community I experience and cause me to care not just about my immediate community, but also about the world and the Church around the world, then the underlying message of the internet is helpful and supportive to the cause of Christ.

Christians don’t control the internet any more than they control the publishing industry, and we shouldn’t aspire to do so. We can learn to effectively use the media—blogging, podcasting, music making, text-messaging, etc,—to communicate the most important message of all, the message of John 3:16 to a multitude of lost, hopeless people around the world. And as long as we remain “as wise as serpents and harmless as doves” and discern the limitations of the media we use, we can see these new media as a gift. When have we ever been closer to the day when the gospel of Jesus Christ would truly be preached “throughout the world?”

So I’m not sure I agree with McLuhan’s formulation in the first place. The medium carries a message of its own, yes. Television can cause us to focus on the visual to the exclusion of the other sensory apparatus that also receive communication. The internet can isolate and appeal to a limited attention span. However, the media, new and old, also carry the messages that the communicators put into their music, photographs, moving pictures, speeches, written words, and other forms of communication. And Christians, although we should be aware of the inherent limitations and distortions that accompany any given medium, need not fear that the message of the good news of the love of God through Christ will be lost in the messages of the new media, any more than it was garbled and made ineffectual by the printing press or the telegraph.

Biblically Literate Book Club

I’m excited about a new venture, and you’re invited to join in.

I’ve wanted to start a book club for quite a while, and since I’m not getting any younger, I decided to just do it. I had a good idea over Lent as I thought about possibilities. I decided to take a Biblical passage and a book (or a play) for each month and really study them together. I plan to read the Bible passage each day, sometimes in a different translation, sometimes slowly and carefully sometimes sweeping through to get the big picture, and see how the Lord speaks through His word and how I can apply the Biblical truths of the passage to my life. I hope the books will mesh in some way with the Bible readings to illuminate one another, especially the Bible illuminating the works of human authors. We’ll see how that works.

So, I’ve started a blog just for the book club. The blog is a work-in-progress since Computer Guru Son plans to spruce it up a bit, but you’re welcome to visit and comment and join in on the reading. Please, if you plan to read with us, leave a comment.