Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Monday, March 17, 2008

When Crickets Cry by Charles Martin


The books talked about it [the heart] as if it were a sump pump stuck down in the muck and mire of somebody’s backyard. Never in all my scientific reading did I encounter anything that talked about a broken heart. Never did I read anything about what the heart felt, how it felt or why it felt. Feeling and knowing weren’t important, only understanding. (79)

Reese, your books might not tell you this, so I will. Every heart has two parts, the part that pumps and the part that loves. If you’re going to spend your life fixing broken hearts, then learn about both. You can’t just fix one with no concern for the other. (80)

When Crickets Cry by Charles Martin

This novel is predictable but it is still a thoroughly enjoyable book. What I love about the first quote is that even though he doesn't follow up on it there is an implication in how the textbooks treat the heart. It is how we treat the heart too. We just assume it can always handle all the junk we feed it both physically and emotionally. We treat it as if it were a sump pump and not the wellspring of life.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

heavy reading: I've read some heavy stuff this year!


To some, the image of a pale body glimmering on a dark night whispers of defeat. What good is a God who does not control his Son's suffering? But another sound can be heard: the shout of a God crying out to human beings, "I LOVE YOU." Love was compressed for all history in that lonely figure on the cross, who said that he could call down angels at any moment on a rescue mission, but chose not to - because of us. At Calvary, God accepted his own unbreakable terms of justice.

Any discussion of how pain and suffering fit into God's scheme ultimately leads back to the cross.

Philip Yancey: Where is God When it Hurts

In ancient civilizations and cultures of India and to Southeast Asia where pain and hunger, disease and death, have been for centuries a part of every day life and where easy relief of pain by medication has not been available the people have developed a realistic attitude towards pain. The personal mastery of pain has become an important part of yoga and other forms of discipline. In the West we have come to think of pain as an unwarranted intrusion into our lives. Above all we have come to think of it as something that should be immediately suppressed. The whole thrust of television advertising repeatedly asks only one question about pain. How quickly can it be relieved. Product A relieves it 20 seconds faster than Product B. There is no hint that before the pain is relieved it should be understood and its message should be listened to.

Paul Brand: The Gift of Pain

I thought I am kissing pain and pain belongs to You as happiness never does. I love You in Your pain. I could almost taste metal and salt in the skin, and I thought, How good you are. You might have killed us with happiness, but You let us be with You in pain.

Graham Greene: The End of the Affair

Monday, February 18, 2008

Graham Green: The End of the Affair

The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.

Graham Greene

Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

Graham Greene


If I stopped loving Him, I would cease to believe in His love. If I loved God, then I would believe in His love for me. It's not enough to need it. We have to love first, and I don't know how. But I need it , how I need it.

Graham Greene


Greene, Graham. The End of the Affair. Penguin Books, 1999. ISBN 0-14-029109-1

My review of this thought-provoking book.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

du Maurier, Daphne. Rebecca. Harper Collins Publishers, 1971. ISBN 0-380-7855-6

Rebecca a Game of Perception

Sunday, February 03, 2008

The Nun Study: David Snowdon Ph.D.

The personal impact of this Nun Study data came home to me one afternoon in Bill Markesbery's office as Susan Kemper and I laid out our findings for him. Unexpectedly, Bill didn't ask us technical questions about our statistical and linguistic methods. He looked directly at Susan and said, "What does this mean for our children?"

The question caught me off gaurd. But when I saw the look on his fce, I realized that he was speaking as a father, not a sceintist. Bill has three grown daughters, and it was clear he wanted to know whether he and his wife, Barbara, had done the right things as parents.

"Read to them," Susan answered. "It's that simple. It's the most important thing a parent can do with their children."

Snowdon Ph.D., David. Aging with Grace: What the Nun Study Teaches Us About Leading Longer, Healthier, and More Meaningful Lives. Bantam Books, 2001. ISBN 0-553-80163-5

My article: Alzheimer's Prevention by Reading?

Saturday, March 17, 2007

wide-ranging and passionate

On Thursday morning, I had an email from B. They were going to attend a funeral, would be passing our way and could they stay Friday night. It was an enjoyable visit. B and J are friends from college and they are the kind of people that conversation always feels as if it resumes where it left off yesterday even though years pass between visits.

They recently have returned from England where they were part of a church plant in Culcheth. The church they planted there (Grace Fellowship) is now researching a plant in Warrington. B said they were very close to where Sarah lives - hi Sarah!! They were there for five years. Now they are home for good trying to figure out what God's will for the next phase of their life will be.

J, the kind of Mom I wish I were. Always calm and soft-spoken. Like Ma Ingalls.


M and I - cute or what?


Their oldest daughter, A. She is beautiful and brilliant.


B and I share many interests so conversations wide-ranging, intense, passionate, and enjoyable.


goofin' on St Paddy's Day




glass slippers and tiaras hurt!!



Look what I found at Goodwill! Copyright 1938.





Part of the book's introduction (don't your relish it?):

Everyone enjoys a holiday, and the way to make holidays exciting is to do something about them.

Why not make things for each holiday as it comes along, cards for friends, little gifts for people you like best? Or, when it’s a school holiday, why not work on something that makes you understand the holiday better?

If anyone ever tries to tell you that work can’t be fun, you needn’t believe him, because it isn’t true at all. You will be delighted when you discover the charming things your hands can learn to create.

For example, ready-made cards for holidays are printed so thousands are just alike. But when you make a card for somebody, you know that no one can ever make one exactly like it, not matter how hard he tries. The same applies to any gift you make. It is the only one of its kind that there can ever be.

Do your very best on every piece of work. Take your time. Never try to hurry any part of it. Work that has been hurried will not please you when it is finished.

Of course, you will make some mistakes – everybody does – that’s why pencils have erasers! So don’t be discouraged. The first time you construct an article, think of it as your “trial model.” Make it as well as you know how. When you make a mistake, don’t quit. Keep on with it, and finish the job. You know it is said that the boy or girl who won’t be beaten can’t be beaten!


My maternal grandfather passed away today. Please pray for us as we travel and pray especially for my Mom in her sorrow.

Hubby will stay home with the girls and I will probably ride with my sister and her husband (it is a thirteen hour drive and the girls did not know them so we think this would be best).

Friday, February 16, 2007

those wonderful intangibles

I had never been married before so there was nothing in my past experience to go by but it was beginning to dawn on me that I was very nicely fixed. I am talking of course, of material things. It would have been enough for me to be paired with a beautiful girl whom I loved and who loved me. I hadn't reckoned on the other aspects.

This business of studying my comfort, for instance. I though such things had gone out of fashion, but not so with Helen. It was brought home to me again as I walked in to breakfast this morning. We had at last acquired a table - I had bought it at a farm sale and brought it home in triumph tied to the roof of my car - and now Helen had vacated the chair which she used to sit at the bench and had taken over the high stool. She was perched away up there now, transporting her food from far below, while I was expected to sit comfortably in the chair. I don't think I am a selfish swine by nature but there was nothing I could do about it.

And there were other little things. The neat pile of clothing laid out for me each morning; the clean folded shirt and handkerchief and socks so different from the jumble of my bachelor days. And when I was late for meals, which was often, she served me with my food but instead of going off and doing something else she would down tools and sit and watch me while I ate. It made me feel like a sultan.

It was this last trait which gave me a clue about her behavior. I suddenly remembered that I had seen her sitting by Mr Alderson while he had a late meal; sitting in the same pose, one arm on the table, quietly watching him. And I realized that I was reaping the benefit of her lifetime attitude to her father. Mild little man though he was she catered gladly to his every wish in the happy acceptance that the man of the house was number one; and the whole pattern was rubbing off on me now.

In fact it set me to thinking about the big question of how girls might be expected to behave after marriage. One old farmer giving me advice about choosing a wife once said; "Have a bloody good look at the mother first, lad. " and I am sure he had a point. But if I may throw in my own little word of counsel it would be to have a passing glance at how she acts towards her father.

Watching her now as she got down and started to serve my breakfast the warm knowledge flowed through me as it did so often that my wife was the sort who just liked looking after a man and I was so very lucky.

...

"Here are your sandwiches, Jim," Helen said, putting a parcel in my hand. I was spending a day in the Scarburn district, tuberculin testing for Ewan Ross, and my wife was always concerned lest I grow faint from lack of nourishment on the long journey.

I kissed her, made a somewhat ponderous descent of a long flight of stairs and went out the door. Half way up the garden I stopped as always and looked up at the window under the tiles. An arm appeared and brandished a dishcloth vigorously. I waved back and continued my walk to the yard.

Driving away, I marveled at the way she indulged my little whims, too. I have always had a pathological loathing of fat, so Helen carefully trimmed every morsel from my meat.
All Things Bright and Beautiful, James Herriot 1974 regarding his life in the thirties.

I realize now that many do not know James Herriot. He was a country veterinarian in England. After he retired he wrote about his practice. Often the tales are hysterically funny (exploding cows, anyone?). Sometimes they are sad. What unites everything he writes is a genuine love and compassion for both people and animals. He writes with great compassion about the foibles and foolishness of his patients and their owners.

Years ago when I worked, I commuted a fair distance. I had an audio book of some of his animal stories. I would often sit it in the car after I got to work so I could finish a story (I was the kind of person who often arrived an hour to half an hour early). Some of his stories would make me laugh so hard I would almost wet my pants.

So his books are certainly endorsed by me.

A wave to Sarah. Yes we did have the BBC series my parents and us children used to watch them on Sunday afternoons. It was one of the few shows I deigned to watch with my parents when I was in HS. They were delightful. In fact, I think I would like to find them on DVD when the girls get bigger.

Also, I've discovered that the audio book I had was narrated by the fellow who played him on the series and that he has narrated most of the books written by Herriot. I should think they will be on my Christmas list at the end of the year.

I had read his books when I was in High School off my parents shelf and I haven't read them since and when I saw them at a thrift store I picked them up. I should be reading Jane Eyre for book club next Thursday! I hope I manage it.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

for those who love James Herriot

At the peak of the evening I was jockeying my way around the floor with Daphne and the way she was constructed made it a rewarding experience. I never have been one for skinny women but I suppose you could say that Daphne's development had strayed a little too far in the other direction. She wasn't fat just lavishly endowed.

Battling through the crush, colliding with exuberant neighbors, bouncing deliciously off Daphne, with everybody singing as they danced and the Hot Shots pouring out an insistent boom-boom beat, I felt I hadn't a care in the world. And then I saw Helen.

She was dancing with the inevitable Richard Edmundson, his shining gold head floating above the company like an emblem of doom. And it was uncanny how in an instant my cozy little world disintegrated leaving a chill gnawing emptiness.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

one more bookshelf


I bought the 'gold framed' picture at a thrift store. The old frame was a skinny gold one and a bit rotten - the stuff on the back was definitely musty. I took the image out and found it was a 'very old' cover to a magazine. I put it in a new frame and am saving the old one for?


The 'Maine' now sits on its own shelf. Before it sat on top of the bookshelf which seemed hazardous for an old glass candy dish (we guess over a hundred years). So when I found this wood pedestal shelf at the thrift store...


I moved this photo from another wall in the bedroom as a tapestry now occupies that space.

Friday, January 05, 2007

memory

Recently, I picked up a book on sale at Goodwill. The title was "The Memory Book" that was enough for me - memory interests me. It was published in 1974 and written by Harry Lorayne and Jerry Lucas. Guess what! The memory enhancing skills in the book actually work. Last night I decided to see if I could remember the names of the books author's come morning by using their linking method. I did and still do.

Today when I ran errands I decided to see if I could remember my list (which incidentally - I never wrote down). It was:

apple pie filling (for Kublagosh)
apple sauce
fusible interfacing
cheesecloth
baking parchment paper
tortilla shells

Certainly, this is not a long list but it is the sort of thing that if I didin't write it down, I would be sure to forget something.

I used the linking method again and pictured and apple pie being blendded in a blender to make apple sauce which I strained through the interfacing to take out the lumps then I shaped it into balls using the cheesecloth and when it was firm wrapped it in parchment and presented it on tortilla shells.

I am going to try more things in the book and get more adventurous - I've tried a few more small things and it seems to really make a difference.

The biggest thing is "Original Awareness" they say that we really don't focus on what we are doing or what we are supposed to be remembering in the first place and many of the methods not only help focus things into our memory but focus to actually be aware in the first place regarding what we are to remember.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

a book thing

Here is the majority of the girls books. I don't dare guess how many books are on these shelves. Thankfully, most of them are gifts or were bought by mom for under a dollar a piece at my favorite thrift store "Bible's for Missions." All the shiny spines are Little Golden Books - both me and the girls love them.



The books in the round basket next to the girls' tree and nativity are the kids' Christmas books (there is also a selection of adult books) that get put out at Christmas. The wooden box below contains the more factual or encyclopedic books that belong to the girls



These are what remain of the board books. K doesn't like reading board books anymore but I am holding onto them because C was the same way at K's age and she did return to the board books, so I have held onto the best ones. I don't think I will ever get rid of the Sandra Boyntons the whole family - even hubby loves them.



These are the audio books that the girls listen too. The whole family is addicted to them. My hubby really likes "Charlotte's Web" as read by EB White and he loves all the Pooh stories even after having listened to them a million times, one can find himself chuckling over Milne's characterizations. Hubby also likes the Little House books that we have - they are read by Cherry Jones and he likes her as a female narrator Shelly Frasier and Rebecca Burns who narrate a number of the stories grate on him.



There is also a bag of cheap paperback books in the car. And a collection of beautiful nursery rhyme and prayer books in C's room.

Both the girls love to read. I started reading to C when she was six weeks old (Jim Trelease has a great book about reading to children that will inspire you - there are many wonderful anecdotal stories in it). When she was around nine months I could read to her for an hour and a half at a time. That waned as she became more active but she still loves to read and listen - especially in the car.

I felt bad about K because although I started reading to her as soon as we came home, she never got as much reading as C. But she loves to read every bit as much as C.

Well that does it for the kids' books. (Except for the small but growing collection of juvenile books - when I am at a thrift store favorites from when I was an avid young reader, I pick them up and save them).

There are three bookshelves of books belonging to hubby and myself. One shelf is moderate sized and was handmade (pegged and glued) by my maternal grandfather as a wedding present for us - it hides in the corner by my sewing machine. Then there is the hand made one that I found at Bible's for Missions for less than $20.00. It is a bit smaller and could stand being refinished by it is solid wood and well made and that counts for something as I can't stand fake backs and cheap shelves. And then there is a barrister bookcase in our bedroom bought new for us by my MIL. It has 'the nicest' books in it. All the shelves are crammed full.

Books live on more than shelves in our home. One of my drawers in our bureau has my Bibles and other Bible Study materials in it (and it is full). There is a very tall stack on the bureau too. Then there is the trunk that has mostly garden and bird books with a few other topics thrown in. Oh and then there is the row on the top of a dresser drawer (serves as storage) behind my sewing table - that is mostly craft books and cookbooks. Speaking of cookbooks there is a cupboard in the kitchen containing my most frequently referenced books and my binder of recipes). I think that is most of my book hideouts. Oh, I forgot the bread box that has small format hardcovers and paperbacks in it.

You can blame my parents. My sister A and I discussed this and later my sister B asked me about it too. We children do not recall Mom and Dad reading to us although a few quips by Mom and Dad and the fact that we are all avid readers assures us that they must have. By the time we started reading we must have cut ourselves off from them reading to us.

There were rows of shelves in the upstairs hallway with books of our house - lots of Zane Grey, Louis L'Amour, Sci Fi, and Grace Livingston Hill. I still have favorite Zane Grey books.

My Dad worked as a City Maintenance man for a small town of 400 and would often bring boxes of books home that he found in the trash. Another perk was the City Hall shared building space with the Library and the librarian was quite easy on us and our borrowing. She enjoyed my Dad and would let us borrow without checking books out. (In fact, years later, Mom gave her one of my all time best photos of my Dad because she cried when she saw it because she then realized why she so liked my Dad - he reminded her of her brother who was gone).

The downside of being avid readers was that both A and I would permanently borrow books from the school library. I had guilt about that for years.

In High School, I was fortunate to have a teacher who pushed me to excel and would encourage me to read worthwhile literature. In college, I majored in English - my interest being literature not writing.

So there you have it. We like books.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

quiet weekend - strange dreams

Last week, I discovered the wonders of the "Red Box" our 'second grocery' store has a Red Box in it and so I rented Over the Hedge. That was on Wednesday - strange dreams were had that night. On Friday, I rented Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest. Strange dreams were had that night. Last night we watched Cars weird dreams again. It must be noted that my husband and I rent few videos or go to the theater often. This year, I think three movies were seen by us in the theater. Twice hubby and I saw Dead Man's Chest (okay, I love the movie - it makes me laugh hysterically). and I took C to Cars as her first movie. We seldom rent movies either our list of rentals is maybe four times long as the list of viewing experiences. Maybe my mind is under stimulated.

Saturday was a very quiet day. I piddled around the house, then I took C to the Y and K stayed home with Dad. While at the Y, I finished Blue Like Jazz I won't to a book report for ya'll since I've written extensive quotes from it twice already. While the girls napped, I worked on a few craft projects and hubby added a few decorations to our meager light display. After the girls woke, I ran out and picked up pizza.

Today we worked in nursery at the church. After church, the girls started watching Cars and ate supper, now they are sleeping. Hubby and I napped and now I am here and discovering that the whole world must be just about as quiet as I am. I did somewhere in the midst of all that 'business' start a new book: Memoirs of a Catholic Girlhood by Mary McCarthy. This is different for me and I needed something different - but I might need to lighten up after all that maybe some All Creatures Great and Small would be good.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

i am the problem


This is the hardest principle within Christian spirituality for me to deal with. The problem is not out there; the problem is the needy beast of a thing that lives in my chest.
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That night, after Tony and I talked, I rode my motorcycle up to Mount Tabor...It is really something beautiful. I went there to try to get my head around the idea, this idea that the problem in the universe lives within me. I can't think of anything more progressive than the embrace of this fundamental idea.
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I think God is wanting a relationship with you and that starts by confessing directly to Him. He is offering forgiveness.

"You aren't making this easy Don. I don't exactly believe I need a God to forgive me of anything."

I know. But that is what I believe is happening. Perhaps you can see it as an act of social justice. The entire world is falling apart because nobody will admit they are wrong. But by asking God to forgive you, you are willing to own your own crap.
...
I had no explanation for Laura. I don't think there is an explanation. My belief in Jesus did not seem rational or scientifc and yet there was nothing I could do sepearte myself from this belief...I think one of the problems Laura was having was that she wanted god to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.


Excerpts from the first fifty eight pages of a book I started last night. Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller.

Sarah - a little wave - sounds like something we were discussing earlier!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

fearfully and wonderfully made

I just finished a book titled "Fearfully and Wonderfully Made" by Dr Paul Brand and Philip Yancey. I would highly recommend it to anyone who wants to plumb the depths of humans as God's most prized creation and how that works in unison with Paul's analogy that the Church as the Body of Christ is more like the human body than we can possibly imagine.

Brand is a physician specializing in the research of leprosy and the work with lepers. He says that often "doctors are like employees at the complaint desk of a large department store. We tend to get a biased view of the quality of the product when we hear about its aches and pains all day." So he took time to consider the wonder of what God made using Paul's analogy from the New Testament and he wrote his thoughts and ponderings on this subject and while working with Yancey as an advisor on another book, he offered him his manuscript of thoughts. Together, Brand and Yancey wrote this book.

The book has four main categories to work with in the analogy. Cells, Bones, Skin, Motion. In the opening segment, Brand paraphrases Paul's analogy this way:

The body is one unit, though it is made up of many cells, and though all its cells are many, they form one body...If the white cells should say because I am not a brain cell, I do not belong to the body, it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body. And if the muscle cell should say to the optic nerve because I am not an optic nerve, I do not belong to the body, it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body. If the whole body were an optic nerve cell, where would be the ability to walk? If the whole body were an auditory nerve, where would be the sense of sight? But in fact, God has arranged the cells in the body every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If all cells were the same, where would the body be? As it is, there are many cells, but one body.

That analogy conveys a more precise meaning to me because though a hand or foot or ear cannot have a life separate front the body, a cell does have that potential. It can be a part of the body as a loyalist, or it can cling to its own life. Some cells choose to live in the body, sharing its benefits, while maintaining complete independence - the become parasites or cancer cells.


In the segment about bones, he compares the Ten Commandments to the structure that holds up the church...and makes a profound argument about the place and purpose of those bones.

In the segment of skin, he discusses the importance of physical contact between Christians and the world.

In India, when I would treat a serious case and prescribe some drug, sometimes the relatives of the patient would go and purchase the medicine, they bring it back and ask me to give it to the patient 'with my good hands.'

There is so much in this book I would love to quote and explain to you but I will end where he did:

I show you a mystery: "In him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit" (Ephesians 2:22).

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

silence - the book report...

This is for those who said they would be interested in my book club book report on this book. The first part is the standard book club formula report. At the end you will find some thoughts I posted earlier. At the very end you will find 'further reading.'

Reporter: Xxxxxxx Xxxxx

Book Title: Silence

Author: Shusaku Endo

What did you like about this book? It is challenging. It forces one to confront one’s own faith and one’s responses to the world around us. It challenges us to see as it did Yancey who wrote his novel by the same title "The Jesus I Never Knew"

What did you not like about this book? It is challenging. It takes a while to get moving.

Do you know of other books by this author? I googled him and I could give you a list. But I have not read them.


I first read Silence in college for my ‘Themes in Literature’ class. I don’t remember anything about the discussion we had regarding the book. What I do remember is that it was my first real introduction to the word and concept of apostasy. I remember being struck by the grace in the book but not really understanding it as such. It haunted me for years...I kept it...then it was gone. Last year, I decided that I wanted to read it again and after searching concluded that I must have gotten rid of it in one of my organizing/cleaning sprees and so when my husband asked for Christmas gift ideas, it was on the list and lo and behold, I got it. I think he knew it mattered because occasionally, over the years, I would bring the book up.

I started reading it again and somewhere about twenty pages in, something else distracted me and it was put away. Then when I heard about the “Share a Good Book” campaign for book club, I decided that I wanted to suggest “Silence’ and realized I would have to finish reading it. So are you convinced? So far, all you know is that it stuck in my memory for a few minor details and that I got rid of it and then when I received a new copy, I could not finish it on the first try.

Trust me, it is worth the effort. It probably takes nearly half the book to get involved in it. The translator has a lengthy introduction that ought to be read and the Endo has his own prologue that sets the scene, which also ought to be read. Finally, the book starts and we still spend a vast amount of time laying the groundwork for the “swamp” of Japan.

Japan as a swamp that kills all that takes root in it is one of the principal themes in the book. The protagonist Sebastian Rodriguez is told that Japan is a swamp that bends and twists Christianity into something that is not real and while Japanese Christianity has the form of Christ it does not have the substance. At one point, someone tries to explain it to Rodriguez by saying it is like a butterfly that is caught by the spider after the spider has supped the butterfly still maintains the image of butterfly-ness but it is hollow and empty inside and is no longer a butterfly. However, because it maintains the outer image of Christianity, it is too late before anyone realizes that the roots are rotten and that it is really hollow and empty and by then the church is dead.

In reading some information on the net about Endo, I discovered that much of the premise of Japan as a swamp or a hollow butterfly holds true. The church was driven underground and not until the late nineteenth century did the Japanese allowed a church to be built in Nagasaki and then it was for tourists. At that time something remarkable happened:

Japanese Christians [came] streaming down from the hills; they were Kakure, or crypto-Christians, who had been meeting in secret for 240 years. Worship without the benefit of a Bible or book of liturgy had taken a toll, however: their faith had survived as a curious amalgam of Catholicism, Buddhism, animism, and Shintoism.

The Kakure had no remnant of belief in the Trinity, and over the years, the Latin words of the Mass had devolved into a kind of pidgin language: Ave Maria gratia plena dominus tecum benedicta had become Ame Maria karassa binno domisu terikobintsu, and no one had the slightest idea what these sounds meant. Believers revered the "closet god," bundles of cloth wrapped around Christian medallions and statues that were concealed in a closet disguised as a Buddhist shrine.

Around 30,000 of these Kakure Christians still worship today, and 80 house churches carry on the tradition of the "closet god." Roman Catholics have tried to embrace them and bring them back into the mainstream of faith, but the Kakure resist. "We have no interest in joining his church," said one of their leaders after a visit from Pope John Paul II; "We, and nobody else, are true Christians." (Phillip Yancey, Japan's Faithful Judas)

The same article reveals Endo’s idea as to why the church did not properly flourish. Endo believed that the reason the Japanese transformed Christianity is because it was introduced as the ‘Church Triumphant.’ According to Endo, it wasn’t until he visited Palestine that he grew to understand Christ in a way that was meaningful to the Japanese mindset:

Endo visited Palestine in order to research the life of Jesus, and while there, he made a transforming discovery: Jesus, too, knew rejection. More, Jesus' life was defined by rejection. His neighbors laughed at him, his family questioned his sanity, his closest friends betrayed him, and his fellow citizens traded his life for that of a common criminal. Throughout his ministry, Jesus purposely gravitated toward the poor and the rejected: he touched those with leprosy, dined with the unclean, forgave thieves, adulterers, and prostitutes.

This new insight into Jesus hit Endo with the force of revelation. From the faraway vantage point of Japan he had viewed Christianity as a triumphant, Constantinian faith. He had studied the Holy Roman Empire and the glittering Crusades, had admired photos of the grand cathedrals of Europe, had dreamed of living in a nation where one could be a Christian without disgrace. Now, as he studied the Bible, he saw that Christ himself had not avoided "dis-grace."

Jesus was the Suffering Servant, as depicted by Isaiah: "despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.” (Phillip Yancey, Japan's Faithful Judas)


This was a Christ that the Japanese could relate to.
And this is the transformation of one man’s understanding of Christ, which we see in the book. In the beginning there the image of Christ beautiful and victorious, who in the mind of Rodriguez is his companion from youth. Yet from seminary foreword, Rodriguez questions Christ’s statement to Judas to “Go, what thou dost, do quickly.” By the end, Rodriguez sees Christ’s face “worn down and hollow with the constant trembling” and in that we see the Christ of compassion and mercy and understanding that draws us near.

There is much I would say, quotes I would discuss, images I would ramble on about, ideas that challenge, questions I would ask but I do not want to give it all away. I would only hope that this book would make it past the book club criteria and that I could lead the discussion. To be honest, it is perhaps too controversial (some people have considered it heretical) but I would like for it to be seriously considered as a book for book club.

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BTW, for those who are studying Babylon right now there is this, which hit me solidly between the eyes and highlights how things work together when God works in our lives

At the point I am going to quote, a priest in Japan has been captured and is being held. The goal of his captors is his apostasy so that he will undermine the faith of the peasants. However, they do nothing to harm him.

The priest reflected on the days in the hut of Tomogi Mountain with Garrpe, and how they talked about the torture and whether they could endure it, if once it came their way. Of course, the only thing was to pray for God's grace; but at the time he had felt in his heart that he could fight until death. In his wanderings through the mountains, too, he had entertained the strong conviction that once captured; he would be subjected to physical torture. And he had felt it (was it a sign of his tense emotion?) that whatever torment came his way, he could clench his teeth and bear it.

But now his resolution had somehow weakened. Rising from the floor and shaking his head, he asked himself if his courage had begun to crumble. And was it because of the life he was now leading. The suddenly, from the depths of his heart, someone spoke to him: 'It is because your life hear is so pleasant.'

Since coming to Japan, it was practically only in this prison that he had had the chance to live the life of a priest...It was only since coming here that he had a chance to live with the people and to spend a great part of the day in prayer and modification without suffering the pangs of hunger.

Like sanding flowing through an hourglass, each day here passed quietly by. His feelings, formerly tense and taut like iron now gradually relaxed...Now that he had once tasted the tepid waters of peace and security, would he have the resolution again to wander through those mountains and conceal himself in a hut?"



This dovetails in with the Beth Moore study of Babylon I am doing at church early on she talks of Daniel's captivity and she says "Nothing is more dangerous than friendly captivity. Captivity never remains friendly. We, too, will lose our identity and integrity without resolve."


Interesting reading on the web:
http://theologytoday.ptsem.edu/oct1982/v39-3-article5.htm

Article by Philip Yancey: Yancey was inspired by this book to write his book “The Jesus I Never Knew” http://www.baobab.or.jp/~stranger/mypage/endo.htm

Article by a teacher, which included the following conclusion:
“Silence is an extraordinarily haunting novel. Although it is never a comfortable read, in its deceptive simplicity it is as stark and unyielding, as elegant and lean as the lines of a Japanese print. Without ever moralizing, it is an intensely moral book as well. And, like all great works of literature, it hovers in a middle ground, taut with expectation, caught in the tension between West and East, answer and question, logic and intuition, strength and weakness, hope and loss. It is, in short, a novel for most of us, most of the time, as we wend our way between heaven and earth with our longing souls and our feet of clay.”
http://www.spu.edu/response/autumn2k4/silence.asp


Lots of spoilers in this one:
http://www.mattjonesblog.com/2006/10/30/apostasy-and-shusaku-endos-silence/

Thursday, November 16, 2006

i finished two books


I finally finished Silence by Shusaku Endo and Home by Witold Rybczynski.

I wanted to quote you some of then end of Silence but the need for an extremely long quote to place the situation made that a poor idea. Let me only say that it is an extremely challenging book. It is an emotional kick-in-the-butt and not in a weepy chick-flick kind of way. I first read this book in college and has haunted me all these years. Now I have to write a book report for book club as I want to suggest it for our reading list. If you are interested, I will post the book report here.

I very much liked the end of the book Home.

Domestic well-being is too important to be left to experts; it is, as it has always been, the business of the family and the individual. We must rediscover for ourselves the mystery of comfort, for without it, our dwellings will indeed be machines instead of homes.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Pollyanna and other musings...

Well, I got up at three. I went to bed at eleven and I could not go to sleep!! I tossed and turned and tossed and turned so I got up and took a shower...that helped. I slept until two when Tim came to bed...so I tossed and turned for another hour and finally got up.

The first thing I did was spend the hour it takes to put a layer of decoupage medium on the decoupaged Christmas gifts that I am making. Then I set-out the decoupage projects that are ready to sand. I think I will try to sand them while the girls are playing in the yard this morning.

Then I got on the computer. I’ve posted four items to my shop – two clipboards, a button bouquet, and purse. I also reread the critiques of my poems – I think my expectations were too high for the poem. The first crit that bugged me was actually fair for the most part except for one small issue – he said it wasn’t universal – I think it is. However, the rest of his crit was fair and had some sound suggestions...so I will actually sit with them...two were a normal mix of good bad comments and the other one that upset me – I read some of her other crits...she seems to think highly enough of herself that she can simply rip on others...so I can dismiss that one outright...so I guess it wasn’t so bad after all...I also updated the galleries for C and K in my Pbase account (moonshine and sunshine – under relative concerns)...last night I created a craft gallery for pbase too – so now I can show more of my work more effectively.

I am so excited, I am so excited. Yesterday, I came up with a brilliant plan for mother’s day gifts – same basic subject but done very differently for my Mom and my MIL – I can’t wait to be done with Christmas gifts so that I can start them!! Of course, there is Tim’s birthday and both our father’s birthdays between now and then...but!! I wish I could tell about them here...but Mom reads this so...

I am also working through the photos from the weekend. I am so bummed...I took a slew of shots of a llama and his coloring blended with the harsh light caused none of them to be worth processing...oh well, when I did the Kelly farm pics I had issues with some shots there – and here I got more of what I was looking for there – so goes it... ;)

Now as to the title of this post “Pollyanna Musings.” I expounded a bit yesterday to my Mom and Dad about my theory of Pollyanna. I know that while the novel has actually done a reasonable job of standing the test of time and maintaining its popularity – many feel it is too sugary. I had not read it in my youth. I bought the audio book for C for Christmas last year and we’ve listened to it several times sense then. For those who are interested, it is unabridged and is read by Rebecca Burns – I ordered it through Tantor Media.

After my first listen, I had a few ideas that subsequent listening solidified in my mind. I don’t know if Eleanor Porter intended my conclusions or not or if it really has a deeper subtext than I attribute to it or not but here is my thoughts.

When one considers the game and its roots in the difficulties of Pollyanna’s poverty and the loss of her mother. One has to realize that while Pollyanna comes of syrupy – she has many reasons not to be so it isn’t about someone who just doesn’t understand the difficulties of this life. But really makes me think there is more to the Glad Game concept is Pollyanna’s discussion with her aunt’s pastor regarding the ‘rejoicing texts.’ She points out that the Bible tells us over 800 times to ‘rejoice and be glad’ or variations on that theme which means it is important to God that we are grateful and glad for what we have. I think the idea ties in nicely with Job and Joseph...the idea that all things work to our good. If this is true and God tells us so often to be glad, we must have the ability through God’s grace to be content and even joyful during our difficulties.

As I was writing this, I googled Pollyanna and found this at Wikipedia “Through the success of the book, the term "pollyanna" entered the language to describe someone who is cheerfully optimistic. It then became by extension (and contrary to the spirit of the book) a somewhat derogatory term for a naïve person who always expects people to act decently, despite strong evidence to the contrary. The real theme of Pollyanna is that she kept the spirit of forgiveness towards all and could find gladness for whatever was given her.”

So, I don’t have an original thought in my head. Ah, well.

Two other thoughts came to mind while writing this. One is an ongoing them in my mind – what is taught in the Bible often ends up being good psychology. Two things that in recent years have been scientifically proven to improve one’s health is to have a sense of humor and to be intentionally grateful for the blessings in our lives. I guess, God knows what he is talking about. The second is simply a reminder of a wonderful song and the story behind it the song is “Peace Like a River.” If you are unfamiliar with the story, it can be found here: http://www.geocities.com/cott1388/spafford.html