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Randy Alcorn, Joel Stein, Starbucks, and Heaven: “As much as I disagree with his worldview, I found Joel to be sharp, engaging and witty; the kind of person I’d enjoy having lunch with. (I might enjoy it more than he would.) I was friendly and unapologetic about my beliefs, and he was professional and considerate.”

Risking Can be Fun from Amy Letinsky: “Honestly, I don’t know what God was up to with this one. Sometimes, he reveals his purposes pretty clearly; other times, it’s anybody’s guess. If I had to pin down his motives behind this one, I’d say that God was just showing me how much fun I could have if I was willing to trust him more, to take risks, even if I don’t know the outcome, even if my pride might get wounded or my self esteem might go a little lower.”

Ten Ideas for Living Intentionally in the Suburbs

I live in Major Suburbia. I absolutely believe that it is possible (and desirable) to live an intentionally Christian life in suburbia. Wherever you live, I pray that this day and this week is for you a week of risk-taking, unapologetic faith, and authentic Christianity. And I ask you to please pray the same for me.

Self

MFS at Mental Multivitamin makes me think, and that’s a very good thing. Especially lately, my mind is so caught up in daily concerns and necessities that it is renewing to stop and think for a moment.

Yes, the images of Amish teenagers attending what amounts to rave parties fueled by copious amounts of alcohol, drugs, and bad music are, as one reviewer describes it, ‘jarring,’ but it was the reminder that if a child returns to his church community following rumspringa (and ninety percent do), he is, in effect, denying his sense of self: Amish religious convictions are predicated on the erasure of self.

SHUDDER.”

I haven’t seen the documentary Devil’s Playground that MFS is writing about in this post, but I have read about it. And I would probably have some disagreement with what I perceive from a distance as a legalistic theology in Amish Christianity. Nevertheless, denying self is a very Christian concept. In fact, Jesus commanded us, “Deny yourself. Take up your cross, and follow me.” I was reminded of this quotation from Methodist missionary Stanley Jones’s The Christ of the Indian Road, published back in 1925.

Greece said, ‘Be moderate—know thyself.’
Rome said, ‘Be strong—order thyself.’
Confucianism says, ‘Be superior—correct thyself.’
Shintoism says, ‘Be loyal—suppress thyself.’
Buddhism says, ‘Be disillusioned—annihilate thyself.’
Hinduism says, ‘Be separated—merge thyself.’
Mohammedanism says, ‘Be submissive—assert thyself.’
Judaism says, ‘Be holy—conform thyself.’
Materialism says, ‘Be industrious—enjoy thyself.’
Modern Dilettantism says, ‘Be broad—cultivate thyself.’
Christianity says, ‘Be Christlike—give thyself.'”

The self-denial that Christians preach is not self-annihilation, but rather a giving of self as God created it to service in His name. Are we sure that the Amish are advocating “the erasure of self”? Or could it be that they believe in giving a higher priority to Christian community and to the glorification of God in that community? And could a lifetime of this sort of self-denial lead to a greater sense of self within a Christian community than most of us experience in our rush for self-fulfillment?

Again Jesus said, “For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it. For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?” Matthew 16:25-26.

It’s the daily working out of this concept that gets sticky, and I agree that self-annihilation or self-erasure is not the way to go. Neither is a mad race for self-realization or self-assertion.

Resurrection Reading: The Hawk and the Dove by Penelope Wilcock

It was Easter, two years after Father Peregrine had come to be their abbott. Easter, the greatest feast of the Christian year, and all the local people had come up to the abbey, and the guest house was full of pilgrims come to celebrate the feast of the Resurrection. So many people, so many processions, so much music! So many preparations to be made by the singers, the readers, those who served at the altar and those served in the guest house, not to mention those who worked in the kitchens and the stables. The abbey was bursting with guests, neighbors, relatives, and strangers.

The Easter Vigil was mysterious and beautiful, with the imagery of fire and water and the Paschal candle lit in the great, vaulted dimness of the abbey church. Brother Gilbert the precentor’s voice mounted joyfully in the triumphant beauty of the Exultet; all the bells rang out for the risen Lord, and the voices of the choirboys from the abbey school soared with heart-breaking loveliness in the music declaring the risen life of Jesus. Easter Day itself was radiant with sunshine for once, as well as celebration. Oh, the joyful splendor of a church crammed full of people, a thundering of voices singing, ‘Credo –I believe.’

Another trilogy, another book for the whole family, children, teenagers, and adults, another resurrection reading. I re-read The Hawk and the Dove by Penelope Wilcock over the Palm Sunday weekend and found it as inspiring and insightful as ever. In the books, an English mother tells her daughters, especially her fifteen-going-on-grown-up daughter Melissa, stories about their long ago ancestor, the abbot of a Benedictine abbey, and the monks under his care. The stories are deceptively simple and quotidian: stories of forgiveness asked and given, monks who are injured and need healing, others who don’t fit into the abbey life and must learn to do so. However, these are the same issues that Melissa, her mother and sisters must deal with in daily family life, and they’re the same things we try to iron out and work through here at Semicolon House.

In the other two books in the trilogy, the brothers of St. Alcuin monastery continue to work together and grow in community. They also grow older and must confront the difficulties that old age brings in its train. In fact, the third book in the series is about death and dying and living with serious impairments —all to the glory of God. It’s quite timely in these days of “death with diginity” and compassion redefined as hurrying the dying into death, but it may be a bit too much for children. Again, I think the entire family will enjoy the first two books in the trilogy.

A few more excerpts:

“Theodore saw his hopes of a new beginning turn to ashes in the miserable discovery that even men who had given their whole lives to follow Christ could be irritable, sharp-tongued, and hasty.” How many new Christians upon becoming involved in a church have stumbled over that particular realization? Monasteries, and churches, are simply places for imperfect people to come and begin to learn to serve and show kindness and love, not places where the already perfected live in flawless harmony.

Fifteen year old Melissa to her teacher in English class: “Mother says, that love is only true love when it shows itself in fidelity, —ummmm, faithfulness. She says if a person has the feeling of love, but no faithfulness, his love is just self-indulgent sentimentality. And that’s what Shelley was like, isn’t it? He wrote fine peoms to his wife and his lovers, but he wasn’t a faithful man. So how can his poetry about love be worth anything if his love in real life wasn’t worth anything?” From the mouths of babes, can an untrue person write truly? Can he write true poetry that he hasn’t lived in some fashion, however imperfectly?

“Mother said these stories were true, and I never knew her tell a lie . . . but then you could never be quite sure what she meant by “truth”; fact didn’t always come into it.”

I assure you that the stories in Ms. Wilcock’s Hawk and the Dove trilogy are quite true —as fiction sometimes is.

Credo and Marilynne Robinson

Credo_01I told you that I had an opportunity to hear Marilynne Robinson, Pulitzer-prize winning author of Gilead, speak here in Houston at a conference on Christians and the arts sponsored by Houston Bapist University. Last Thursday I made the trek to HBU and spent the day there. It was an enlightening experience.

My first impression of the conference, called Credo, was that it was under-attended. I had the obviously mistaken idea that a Pulitzer-prize winning author would bring out the literati from their hiding places to fill the joint to capacity. Ms. Robinson first spoke at the Thursday morning meeting that the university calls “convocation.” There were lots of students and professors there, maybe a couple of hundred, but I got the distinct impression that most of them were there because they get “points” for attending sessions of this sort. Not that the students were impolite or unattentive, but I got this impression because the reading that Ms. Robinson gave at noon was much more poorly attended, less than fifty people total. It was a sad commentary on the priorities of the citizens of my fair city, but nice for me. I was able to sit front and center, get my copy of Gilead autographed by the author, and I could have asked her questions if I could have thought of anything intelligent to ask. If I had known the opportunity would be there, I would have come prepared.

Anyway her first speech, which she read, was called On Reverence. Maybe she doesn’t think any faster than I do since she read the speech, but she certainly does think deeply. I would like to read the address she gave because to be completely honest, I was having trouble following her at times. It was dense, not deliberately opaque or esoteric, just full of stuff that made wish she would slow down and let me catch up. I wrote down a few quaotations, which was a mistake because when I take notes I miss whatever is being said while I’m writing. These are loosely transcribed, maybe not her exact words:

“There is somethng about certainty that renders Christianity unchristian. Therefore I have cultivated a certain uncertainty. We inhabit a reality far greater than our certainties.”

“Both the doctrine of predestination and the doctrine of free will have a tendency to make God into a tyrant.” She said that she tends to come down, lightly, on the side of predestination since leaving things in God’s hands is a more comforting and merciful option than believing that ultimate reality depends on human decisions.

“I don’t know what to make of hell, but certainly it means that our human acts and choices have an eternal significance.” Again Ms. Robinson recognizes the tension that exists between God’s sovereignty and human freedom and chooses, for the most part, to live inside that tension.

“As a Christian I read about quantum physics or string theory assuming that I am learning about God’s creation.

“It a daily miracle that we are privileged to live among these beings whom God loves.”

She doesn’t like Max Weber’s The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism, but I’m afraid I didn’t follow the reasoning that caused her to call it “a bad little book.” I did ask her, as she was signing my book, if she was working on another novel, and she said that she was.

The reading she gave at noon was a passage from Gilead that told about the main character’s, John Ames’s, memory of how he and his father made a long trip on foot to visit the gravesite of his grandfather in Kansas. She read beautifully, and I followed along in my copy of the book. Then, she answered some questions from the audience and told us, among other things, that she doesn’t revise her work; she simply drops and adds things as she writes. She said that she began writing Gilead with a picture in her mind of an old man in a rocking chair who was telling a young boy about his life. She said before that she had assumed that her next book after Housekeeping would be told from a woman’s point of view, but after she saw that picture in her mind she began writing about that elderly man. She mentioned the difficulty of writing a book while knowing that your narrator was going to die at the end of the story. Who would narrate the ending?

I really enjoyed hearing Ms. Robinson speak. Again, I wish I had a transcript of her talk. Nevertheless, I recommend you be one of the few if you ever have the opportunity to hear her.

Another account of the first day of the Credo conference from Jenni at the blog Dreams of Genevieve.

Wind, Sand, and Stars by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

I did manage to find this 1939 book and read it:
“And these human relations must be created. One must go through an apprenticeship to learn the job. Games and risk are a help here. When we exchange manly handshakes, compete in races, join together to save one of us who is in trouble, cry aloud for help in the hour of danger —only then do we learn that we are not alone on earth.” p. 29

“What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.It is always the same step, but you have to take it.” p.38

“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. There is no comradeship except through union in the same high effort.” p. 215

I think I’ve read that last quotation in a greeting card somewhere, but that only makes it shopworn, perhaps, not untrue. Saint Exupery’s strength in Wind, Sand, and Stars is the stories he tells about his almost death of dehydration stranded in the Sahara desert, about his experiences in Spain during the Spanish civil war, about flying over the Pyrenees and the Andes. To get those stories, you’ll have to read the book.

His diagnosis of the plight of mankind and the cause of war is not so profound. He says that we all believe in something, and “fulfillment is promised each of us by his religion.” All beliefs are essentially the same, and we must not discuss ideologies. We must instead understand that “what all of us want is to be set free.” “There are two hundred million men in Europe whose existence has no meaning and who yearn to come alive,” writes Saint Exupery.

I don’t know if Saint Exupery was a Christian although he was educated in Jesuit schools. Nevertheless, he ends his book with these rather cryptic words: “Only the Spirit, if it breathe upon the clay, can create Man.”

Read the book, and his other classic Le Petit Prince and draw your own conclusions.

Marge Caldwell, 1914-2006

Marge Caldwell, Christian speaker, counselor, and author, died last night, and I’m sure she and the Lord are enjoying a good laugh right now. I didn’t know Mrs. Caldwell personally, but I heard her speak several times when I was a young lady. She loved to laugh and to make people laugh and to witness to the joy that is found in the Lord.

Marge’s books, mostly written for young ladies, are no longer in print, but some are available used from Amazon. It’s a funny coincidence, but I recently heard Beth Moore mention Marge Caldwell in a video Bible study (The Patriarchs) that I’m attending. Beth Moore calls Marge Caldwell her “mentor.” Others have called her an encourager, a Baptist Erma Bombeck, and spiritual mother. I’m sure that the full extent of Marge Caldwell’s influence and legacy will only be known in heaven. My sympathies to her family, especially Thor at Thinklings.

(Marge) Caldwell’s Attention Meant the World to Me, an article from Baptist Messenger

A Houston Chronicle guestbook for Marge Caldwell where you can leave a message of sympathy or a note telling about Marge’s influence on your life.

Community Building

Ben Franklin



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In the spirit of Benjamin Franklin (b.January 17, 1706) and William Wilberforce, some folks in Roanoke, VA under the guidance of Mr. Dawn Treader have started something called Pigfest. I don’t care for the name, but I love the idea.

A Pigfest is a time to gather together to indulge piggishly on food and to feast on ideas. You might think of it as a modern day Junto society. The Junto society was the brain child of a young Benjamin Franklin. Franklin’s group met weekly in Philadelphia from 1727 until 1767. Their desire was to improve themselves, their community, and to help others. William Wilberforce had a similar group which met in England from 1790 to 1830.

I would enjoy starting a book club that met once a month to discuss the ideas in literature or a group that met to discuss ideas and issues. I’m just not sure I have the leadership abilities to start and sustain such a group. Nor do I think I really have the time. Do you meet with others regularly to talk about ideas or to find ways to improve the community together? What form does your group take? Is it a formal group meeting or informal? Does your church sponsor such community-building discussion groups?

Seven Sevens

Catez at AllThings2All tagged me to participate in this Seven Sevens meme. I like lists, and I like Catez, so here goes.

1. Seven things to do before I die

a. Go to Europe, particularly England. I’ve been an Anglophile ever since I read all those kidlit books and murder mysteries set in England: C.S. Lewis, R.L. Stevenson, E. Nesbit, Lewis Carroll, Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers.
b. See all my children to adulthood. My mother-in-law prayed that she would live to see her youngest grown, and she lived for five years after I married her youngest child, Engineer Husband. My youngest is four, so I have a ways to go,
c. Write a book. I know, I know. Just start writing, discipline, etc. However, blogging is about all I can handle at this season in my life.
d. Read all the books on my List–which keeps growing. Therefore, I’ll never finish it, but I’ll always be working on it. Until I die.
e. Live near my parents so that my children can enjoy their grandparents and vice-versa. But they won’t move, and I can’t so . . . .
f. Memorize at least one book of the Bible. I need to start working on that one.
g. Plant and grow a really good and fruitful garden. I’ve planted really bad gardens and really weedy gardens. The perfect garden eludes me.

2. Seven things I cannot do.
a. Draw. Dancer Daughter draws beautifully. Some of my other children show artistic talent. I do a great stick figure.
b. Dance. Again Dancer Daughter and some of the other urchins are elegant dancers. I don’t where they inherited the ability, but it wasn’t from me.
c. Play the piano. I have such talented children.
d. Make crafts. I don’t have the patience or the ability to sew, crochet, knit, stamp, embroider, or do any of the dozens of other crafty things that other women do. And whenever I’ve tried I get pity and offers to fix whatever I’ve produced. 🙁
e. Harmonize. I have an alto voice, but whenever I sing in a group I can’t really do anything but the melody–sometimes an octave lower with the men.
f. Play sports. At least one of my children did inherit my nonathletic abilities.
g. Read music. I know which note is an ‘A” and which is a “G”, but I can’t figure how people know which tone to sing in response to that note on the page.

3. Seven things that attract me to Engineer Husband:
a. His looks. He’s a very handsome and distinguished looking guy.
b. His intelligence. I like intelligent people.
c. His seriousness. I know you’re supposed to say “sense of humor,” and I enjoy silliness and laughter as much as the next person, but a steady diet of frivolity and froth would make me crazy. I’m glad Engineer Husband can laugh with me, but I’m even happier that he can think with me.
d. His faithfulness. He’s faithful to the Lord, to me, and to our family. What more could I ask?
e. His courtesy. He’s the most considerate person I’ve ever met.
f. His passion. He’s passionate about science, math, the Bible, apologetics, and me.
g. His service. He spends his days, and sometimes nights, serving me, serving our family, serving the Lord, finding ways to serve more. He’s amazing.

4. Seven things I say most often
a. I do not understand.
b. If you had the sense God gave a cabbage. . .
c. Lord help me . . .
d. OK, settle down.
e. Rub my shoulders.
f. I’m tired.
g. Let’s go.

5. Seven books (or series) I love (easy question)
a. The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
b. The Lord of the RIngs by JRR Tolkien
c. Lord Peter Wimsey books by Dorothy Sayers
d. All the books by Charles Dickens
e. Homecoming by Cynthia Voigt and its sequels
f. All the Bertie and Jeeves books by P.G. Wodehouse
g. Jan Karon’s Mitford books
Go here for about 60 more favorites. Who in the world could limit herself to only seven?

6. Seven movies I watch over and over again (or would watch over and over if I had the time)
a. White Christmas. We just watched it tonight. We watch it every Christmas.
b. The Princess Bride.
c. Lord of the Rings. All three of them, extended editions, on or around Tolkien’s birthday, January 3rd.
d. Henry V.
e. It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. The best comedy ever made.
f. The Sound of Music
g. The Importance of Being Earnest
Go here for Semicolon’s 105 Best Movies Ever

7. Seven people I want to join in, too
a. Eldest Daughter
b. Dancer Daughter
c. Organizer Daughter
d. Sister at Seize the Book
e. Donna at Quiet Life
And is it true that Real Guys don’t do memes?
f. David Wayne at Jollyblogger
g. Ariel at Bittersweet Life

I can think of a few other guys (whose names I will not mention or link) who could afford to spend a little more time on memes and a lot less time sniping at each other. If any of you want to participate and change both subject and tone of the blog conversation, feel free.
And here are the seven sevens you’re supposed to list:
1. Seven things to do before I die
2. Seven things I cannot do
3. Seven things that attract me to [my spouse or significant other or best friend]
4. Seven things I say most often
5. Seven books (or series) I love
6. Seven movies I watch over and over again (or would watch over and over if I had the time)
7. Seven people I want to join in, too

To the Least of These

Hey! I set up my own personal Salvation Army kettle here at Semicolon. You can contribute by clicking on the button in the sidebar, or you can add your own kettle to your blog by going to the Salvation Army website.

I set an unambitious goal of $100.00 for my kettle, and I thought I’d match any contributions up to that amount from readers of Semicolon. So drop a dollar or two into the kettle as a gift to those who are suffering or needy this Christmas season.