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2010: The Year of Maranatha

“No one ever regards the first of January with indifference.” —Charles Lamb.

Ring in the New

Maranatha: (1 Cor. 16:22) consists of two Aramean words, Maran’athah, meaning, “our Lord comes,” or is “coming.” If the latter interpretation is adopted, the meaning of the phrase is, “Our Lord is coming, and he will judge those who have set him at nought.” (Comp. Phil. 4:5; James 5:8)

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. —Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.

Dave Barry’s Year in Review: 2009: “It was a year of Hope — at first in the sense of ‘I feel hopeful!’ and later in the sense of ‘I hope this year ends soon!’ It was also a year of Change, especially in Washington, where the tired old hacks of yesteryear finally yielded the reins of power to a group of fresh, young, idealistic, new-idea outsiders such as Nancy Pelosi. As a result Washington, rejecting ‘business as usual,’ finally stopped trying to solve every problem by throwing billions of taxpayer dollars at it and instead started trying to solve every problem by throwing trillions of taxpayer dollars at it.”

Genesis 8:22 While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.

“Christianity, generally a horizon-watching faith rather than a novel-gazing one, has over the centuries helped people to outgrow petty hopes and climb faster and higher toward God’s greater challenges. But what if evangelicals sing self-absorbed hymns and songs, classing “personal peace and affluence” —to use Francis Schaeffer’s term— as Job No. 1? The result could be spiritual heart attacks and an international laziness that allows Islam and other anti-Christian doctrines to spread without challenge.” —Marvin Olasky in WORLD magazine, December 29, 2007.
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Suppose we think little about number one;
Suppose we all help some else to have fun;
Suppose we ne’er speak of the faults of a friend;
Suppose we are ready our own to amend;
Suppose we laugh with, and not at, other folk,
And never hurt anyone “just for a joke”;
Suppose we hide trouble and show only cheer—
“TIs likely we’ll have quite a Happy New Year!

Riddles for the New Year:
1. Why is a New Year’s resolution like a mirror?

2. Which travels faster in January: heat or cold?

3. What is the next letter in the series?: J F M A M J

4. What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?

5. What goes up and never comes down?

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“My father made us,” she began, “keep a diary in two columns: on one side we were to put down in the morning what we thought would be the course and events of the coming day, and at night we were to put down on the other side what really had happened. It would be to some people a rather sad way of telling their lives . . . I don’t mean that mine has been sad, only so very different to what I expected.”
—Miss Matty in Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell.

I read 227 books in 2009, if I counted correctly.

“Destiny waits in the hand of God, shaping the still unshapen:
I have seen these things in a shaft of sunlight.
Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hand of statesmen
Who do, some well, some ill, planning and guessing,
Having their aims which turn in their hands in the pattern of time.”
—T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral.

Happy New Year to All! May 2010, and the new decade be filled with books, poetry, life, and love. And may all who enter here go away with a sense of the Joy of the Lord Jesus Christ, who is and was, and is to come. Maranatha!

Semicolon’s 12 Books I Have on Hand and Ready to Read

Most of these I got for Christmas, and I am going to have a great time reading them in January:

Read for the Heart: Whole Books for Wholehearted Families by Sarah Clarkson. I’ve known of Sally Clarkson and her ministry to families and especially to homeschooling moms for a long time, and now her daughter is all grown-up and writing books of her own.

The Whole Five Feet: What the Great Books Taught Me About Life, Death and Pretty Much Everything Else by Christopher R. Beha. Christmas gift from my wonderful Engineer Husband. It’s another books about books, which is about as bookily nerdish as a reader can get. New York Times Book Review.

Slouching Toward Bethlehem by Joan Didion. Christmas gift from my lovely Eldest Daughter, the one who has impeccable taste and instincts for great literature. (Although I’m still not a Walker Percy fan.) I’ve been planning to read some essays by Ms. Didion for quite a while, and now is the time.

Sometimes a Light Surprises by Jamie Langston Turner. I asked for this novel, the latest by Christian fiction author Jamie Langston Turner, and my generous Drama Daughter obliged. Ms. Turner writes novels of surprising depth and interest, and I’m looking forward to reading this one. Recommended by Barbara at Stray Thoughts.

Auralia’s Colors by Jeffrey Overstreet. Another pick from my list of requests that Drama Daughter bought for me. This fantasy novel came out from Waterbrook Press in 2007, and it was a finalist in the Christy Awards for Christian Fiction, Visionary Fiction category, losing to Stephen Lawhead’s Scarlett. It already has a sequel, Cyndere’s Midnight, which I will ask for next if this one is as good as I think it will be. Originally recommended to me by Julie, The Happy Catholic.

An Expert in Murder by Nicola Upson. Another Christmas gift. I love Josephine Tey’s mysteries, and I’ve been looking forward to reading Ms. Upson’s novel featuring a fictionalized Tey as the detective in her own murder mystery.

At Large and At Small: Familiar Essays by Anne Fadiman. Eldest Daughter again. I think she wants me to read more nonfiction, particularly essays, and I’m happy to go there with Ms. Fadiman, who also wrote Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader, a book I enjoyed reading a couple of years ago.

Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art by Madeleine L’Engle. I think I’ve already read much of the materila in this book, if not the entire book. However, I’m happy to have my own copy now and to be able to read and re-read Ms. L’Engle’s insights into faith and the creative process.

Culture Making: Recovering our Creative Process by Andy Crouch. Another book about creativity, art, and the Christian life. I bought this one on Carrie’s (Reading to Know) recommendation.

Voices of the Faithful, Book 2: Inspiring Stories of Courage from Christians Serving Around the World. Compiled by
Kim P. Davis. This series was created and Book 1 was compiled by Beth Moore. It’s really an almanac/devotional book of modern-day missionary stories. I’m not planning to read straight through the book, but I do want to start reading the stories, maybe aloud to the family. And I am supposed to review the book for Thomas Nelson Publishers, so you’ll be hearing waht I think of it here on the blog.

Greenmantle by John Buchan. I bought this book at the used bookstore a couple of months ago. The blurb says, “Richard Hannay, hero of The Thirty-Nine Steps, travels across war-torn Europe in search of a German plot and an Islamic Messiah. . . . Classic espionage adventure.”

Lewis Agonistes: How C.S. Lewis Can Train Us to Wrestle with the Modern and Postmodern World. by Louis Markos. Engineer Husband got this title for Christmas, but I’m hoping he’ll let me borrow it and read it, too.

So there you have it: 12 books I already have on deck and ready to read as soon as I finish my work with the Cybils Middle Grade Fiction panel of judges. I have plans to share 12 more lists with you this week and next–sort of my 12 Days of Christmas gift posts. And I’ll be writing a lot about the Cybils as the year and the preliminary judging wind down. The Cybils shortlists will be announced on New Year’s Day.

Stay tuned.

More Christmas-y Links

Why do we celebrate Christmas on December 25th? According to Biblical Archaeology Review, it probably has nothing at all to do with Saturnalia or any other pagan holidays.

On Mermaids and Witches: Fairy Tales and the Gospel by Karen Anderson. “I hadn’t thought too much about what these fairy tales really had to do with Christmas, but I knew there was a reason why Christmastime is when The Nutcracker is danced and magic is so effortlessly embraced. It all seems as appropriate as baking cookies. But in addition to the scholars who like fairy tales for all the wrong reasons, I have also met serious Christians who think that the magic is a cheap substitute for real faith and don’t trust the stories at all.”

Why I don’t Participate in the Christmas Wars by Chaplain Mike. “Christ’s dominion is such that pagan holidays have been gutted of their original meaning and filled with the things of Christ. So much so that the original pagan meanings have all but disappeared from our culture, and would be entirely forgotten, except for a handful of atheists who desperately try to use their origins in a pathetic attempt to delegitimize the holiday.”

All three of these articles have the same theme: Jesus is Lord. He comes in and takes over, and neither life nor death, neither angels nor demons, neither “Happy Holidays” nor “Festivus for the Rest of Us,” neither the present nor the future nor any powers, neither fairy tales nor magic, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord, the love that came down at Christmas.

Addendum:
Two free Christmas songs from Red Mountain Music

What St. Nicholas Actually (Probably) Looked Like.

Christmas at the Reform Club, London, England, 1872

A great crowd was collected in Pall Mall and the neighbouring streets on Saturday evening; it seemed like a multitude of brokers permanently established around the Reform Club. Circulation was impeded, and everywhere disputes, discussions, and financial transactions were going on. The police had great difficulty in keeping back the crowd, and as the hour when Phileas Fogg was due approached, the excitement rose to its highest pitch.
The five antagonists of Phileas Fogg had met in the great saloon of the club. John Sullivan and Samuel Fallentin, the bankers, Andrew Stuart, the engineer, Gauthier Ralph, the director of the Bank of England, and Thomas Flanagan, the brewer, one and all waited anxiously.

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The players took up their cards, but could not keep their eyes off the clock. Certainly, however secure they felt, minutes had never seemed so long to them!
“Seventeen minutes to nine,” said Thomas Flanagan, as he cut the cards which Ralph handed to him.
Then there was a moment of silence. The great saloon was perfectly quiet; but the murmurs of the crowd outside were heard, with now and then a shrill cry. The pendulum beat the seconds, which each player eagerly counted, as he listened, with mathematical regularity.
“Sixteen minutes to nine!” said John Sullivan, in a voice which betrayed his emotion.
One minute more, and the wager would be won. Andrew Stuart and his partners suspended their game. They left their cards, and counted the
seconds.
At the fortieth second, nothing. At the fiftieth, still nothing.
At the fifty-fifth, a loud cry was heard in the street, followed by applause, hurrahs, and some fierce growls.
The players rose from their seats.
At the fifty-seventh second the door of the saloon opened; and the pendulum had not beat the sixtieth second when Phileas Fogg appeared, followed by an excited crowd who had forced their way through the club doors, and in his calm voice, said, “Here I am, gentlemen!”
~Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne

Phileas Fogg was due to make his appearance at the Reform Club in London on December 21, 1872 at a quarter before nine in the evening. That he made his trip around the world within the stipulated eighty days and collected on his bet with the gentlemen of the Reform Club was the result of a mistake and of true love. Phileas Fogg ended up “the happiest of men.”

“Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world?”

Christmas in Royal Surrey Gardens, London, 1857

Sermon delivered on Sabbath Morning, December 20, 1857, by the Rev. C.H. Spurgeon at the Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens:

And oh, if thou hast anything on thy conscience, anything that prevents thy having peace of mind, keep thy Christmas in thy chamber, praying to God to give thee peace; for it is peace on earth, mind, peace in thyself, peace with thyself, peace with thy fellow men, peace with thy God. And do not think thou hast well celebrated that day till thou canst say,
“O God,
’With the world, myself, and thee
I ere I sleep at peace will be. ”
And when the Lord Jesus has become your peace, remember, there is another thing, good will towards men. Do not try to keep Christmas without keeping good will towards men. You are a gentleman, and have servants. Well, try and set their chimneys on fire with a large piece of good, substantial beef for them. If you are men of wealth, you have poor in your neighborhood. Find something wherewith to clothe the naked, and feed the hungry, and make glad the mourner. Remember, it is good will towards men. Try, if you can, to show them good will at this special season; and if you will do that, the poor will say with me, that indeed they wish there were six Christmases in the year.
Let each one of us go from this place determined, that if we are angry all the year round, this next week shall be an exception; that if we have snarled at everybody last year, this Christmas time we will strive to be kindly affectionate to others; and if we have lived all this year at enmity with God, I pray that by his Spirit he may this week give us peace with him; and then, indeed, my brother, it will be the merriest Christmas we ever had in all our lives. You are going home to your father and mother, young men; many of you are going from your shops to your homes. You remember what I preached on last Christmas time. Go home to thy friends, and tell them what the Lord hath done for thy soul, and that will make a blessed round of stories at the Christmas fire. If you will each of you tell your parents how the Lord met with you in the house of prayer; how, when you left home, you were a gay, wild blade, but have now come back to love your mother’s God, and read your father’s Bible. Oh, what a happy Christmas that will make! What more shall I say? May God give you peace with yourselves; may he give you good will towards all your friends, your enemies, and your neighbors; and may he give you grace to give glory to God in the highest. I will say no more, except at the close of this sermon to wish every one of you, when the day shall come, the happiest Christmas you ever had in your lives.

Read the entire sermon.

The words in italics are my particular prayer for a certain young man I know this Christmas. Will you pray them with me for that prodigal whose name is known already to the waiting, loving and forgiving Father?

Christmas Poem by G.K. Chesterton

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.

Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.

A child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost—how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky’s dome.

This world is wild as an old wife’s tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home shall all men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

The $10 Challenge


I read about the $10 Challenge and then linked to it here. Then, I thought my family should do this: take $10 and find someone in need to whom to give the money. Then, I had an expensive thought. What if I gave ten dollars to each of my eight children, ages 24 down to 8, and asked them to give away their ten dollar bill before Christmas to someone who could use a Christmas blessing? Ummm, 8 x 10 is more than ten dollars. Everything ends up costing a lot more than it seems it will at first when you multiply by eight—or even ten (including Engineer Husband and me, too). Oh, well, it would be a good Christmas experiment.

I kept waiting and waiting until I could get everyone together at the same time. This feat is difficult when you have three twenty-somethings, two teens, and a twelve year old, all with active social and work lives. I ended up having six out of the eight here when I told them about the $10 Challenge. The other two would just have to hear about it later. I gave out the tens, and everyone’s eyes lit up. Then, I told them that the deal was that they had to give it away. First, some of them tried trading ten dollar bills: “You give me yours, and I’ll give you mine.” I told them that there were no rules, but that trading money was against the rules. I also suggested that they pray and ask God to show them the person or group to whom they should give their money.

So, now each of my children (except the two missing links) has a ten dollar bill to give away. We’ll see what they do with it.

I told them they had to report back on Christmas morning.

Christmas at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, 1903

Western Union telegram, December 17, 1903, sent to Bishop Milton Wright in Ohio:

Success four flights thursday morning
all against twenty one mile wind started from Level with engine power alone
average speed through air thirty one miles
longest 57 seconds
inform Press
home Christmas.
Orevelle Wright

“This historic telegram was sent from the Kitty Hawk weather station to the weather station at Norfolk, Virginia, then relayed by telephone to the local Western Union office. During transmission, two errors were made: 59 seconds became 57 seconds, and Orville’s name was misspelled.”
~From The Wright Brothers: How They Invented the Airplane by Russell Freedman.

Christmas in Nebraska, 1893

“Up in the Negro church one Christmas the congregation were singing the “Peace on Earth.” When the plaintive music stopped an old gray-haired Negro in a frock coat and wearing two pairs of glasses arose and began reading the old, old story of the men who were watching their flocks by night and of the babe who was born in the city of David. He became very excited as he read, and his voice trembled and he unconsciously put the words to measure and chanted them slowly. When he finished he looked up at the ceiling with eager misty eyes as though he could see the light of the heavenly messenger shining in upon him. It is a beautiful story, this of the holiest and purest childhood on earth, beautiful even to those who cannot understand it, as dreams are sweet to men without hope. After all, if we cannot hear the carol and see the heavenly messenger, it is because our ears are deaf and our eyes are blind, not that we turn willfully away from love or beauty. No one is antagonistic by preference. Almost any of us who doubt would give the little we know or hope to know to go down upon our knees among the lowly and experience a great faith or a great conviction.”
~WIlla Cather in The Nebraska State Journal, December 17, 1893.

Jane Austen on Christmas

Jane Austen was born on December 16, 1775.

Mr. Elton: “This is quite the season indeed for friendly meetings. At Christmas everybody invites their friends about them, and people think little of even the worst weather. I was snowed up at a friend’s house once for a week. Nothing could be pleasanter. I went for only one night, and could not get away till that very day se’nnight.”
Emma, volume 1, chapter 13

Caroline Bingley: “When my brother left us yesterday, he imagined that the business which took him to London might be concluded in three or four days; but as we are certain it cannot be so, and at the same time convinced that when Charles gets to town he will be in no hurry to leave it again, we have determined on following him thither, that he may not be obliged to spend his vacant hours in a comfortless hotel. Many of my acquaintances are already there for the winter; I wish that I could hear that you, my dearest friend, had any intention of making one of the crowd– but of that I despair. I sincerely hope your Christmas in Hertfordshire may abound in the gaieties which that season generally brings, and that your beaux will be so numerous as to prevent your feeling the loss of the three of whom we shall deprive you.”
Pride and Prejudice, chapter 21

“I thank you for your long letter, which I will endeavour to deserve by writing the rest of this as closely as possible. I am full of joy at much of your information; that you should have been to a ball, and have danced at it, and supped with the Prince, and that you should meditate the purchase of a new muslin gown, are delightful circumstances. I am determined to buy a handsome one whenever I can, and I am so tired and ashamed of half my present stock, that I even blush at the sight of the wardrobe which contains them. But I will not be much longer libelled by the possession of my coarse spot; I shall turn it into a petticoat very soon. I wish you a merry Christmas, but no compliments of the season.”
Letter to Cassandra from Jane Austen, December 25, 1798.

I am sorry my mother has been suffering, and am afraid this exquisite weather is too good to agree with her. I enjoy it all over me, from top to toe, from right to left, longitudinally, perpendicularly, diagonally; and I cannot but selfishly hope we are to have it last till Christmas — nice, unwholesome, unseasonable, relaxing, close, muggy weather.
Letter to Cassandra from Jane Austen, December 2, 1815.

And here are links to a few book reviews if you’re in an Austen-ish mood:

In the Steps of Jane Austen by Anne-Marie Edwards. Reviewed by Fleur-Fisher, a Cornish bookworm.
Jane Austen: A Biography by Carol Shields. Reviewed at Rebecca Reads.
Confessions of a Jane Austen Addict by Laurie Viera Rigler. Reviewed by Jayne at Dear Author.
Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict by Laurie Viera RIgler. Reviewed at Booking Mama.
Jane Austen Ruined My Life by Beth Patillo. Reviewed by Lisa at 5 Minutes for Books.
Jane Austen: A Life by Claire Tomalin. Reviewed by JenClair at A Garden Carried in My Pocket.