on the eve of 2007

Photo: Fraser River at Derby Reach Campsite - Langley, B.C. We walked here yesterday before going to see a matinee of "The Nativity Story." Excellent film! Read Catez's review of it (she sums it up very well). And here is an interview with the film's director, Catherine Hardwicke (by Robin Parrish - Infuze Magazine).

book review - Across the China Sky

Title: Across the China Sky
Author: C. Hope Flinchbaugh
Publisher: Bethany House, 2006
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
ISBN: 9780764202391

After Liko says goodbye to his fiancee Mei Lin at the Tanching train station so she can spend the summer in Shanghai helping in an underground orphanage, he thinks the months will drag. But then the beautiful Jade arrives to offer an opportunity for Liko and other house church leaders to study at the prestigious Haggai Institute in Singapore. Soon an excited Liko and about two dozen others are being whisked across the countryside in vans with darkened windows. Before long, though, the premonitions some have had about this trip prove true as group members are divested of their ID cards and cell phones, then separated and driven to remote locations for indoctrination by Eastern Lightning cult members.

Meanwhile in Shanghai Mei Lin finds herself falling in love with the kids in the orphanage – especially Little Mei, the newborn girl she rescues from the trash. Even she is surprised at the strength of her maternal instincts and because of her own difficult secret, dreams that Little Mei will be the answer to a prayer. It’s no wonder, then, that she’s upset when a childless couple insist they would like to adopt Little Mei.

The plot develops as Flinchbaugh follows these two story threads in chapters alternately narrated from the viewpoint of Mei Lin and various characters on the Haggai Institute trip including Liko, Li Na (Liko’s mother), and Kwan So (Mei Lin’s father). Because the reader doesn’t have much more information than the characters do, it's a suspenseful read.

The main characters make interesting studies. Though I have not read Flinchbaugh’s first book about Mei Lin (Daughter of China), I had no trouble relating to this sincere, humble, hardworking, and likeable young woman. Liko matures as he sees the folly of his headstrong, though well-intentioned ways. His discerning and intuitive mother Li Na also plays a key role in the story. The only downside to the characters were all those unfamiliar Chinese names. More than once I had to look back to remind myself of who was who.

Shanghai and Tanching, a village in the countryside, are the settings for this tale of modern China. I found it somewhat disorienting to be in the presence of the old (crowded, simple houses and plowing with water buffalo) and the new (vans and cell phones) simultaneously. The social fallout from recent Chinese laws and family policy enter the story through the orphanage scenes. And of course the Chinese government’s stand on unregistered religious groups is pivotal to this tale of people involved in China’s illegal house church movement.

A main theme of the story is deception. The characters deal with this on several levels, grappling with how it happened that even the most astute and mature of them got drawn into this misadventure, and facing the issue of how to discern unorthodox biblical teaching. In this department, besides emphasizing the necessity of the usual things like knowing the Bible, and spending time in prayer and fasting before making decisions, the characters also exhibit an openness to things like premonitions, dreams, and visions to a degree not typically seen in the west.

Flinchbaugh’s firsthand experience with Chinese Christians makes her a credible witness to these things, however. Judging from her writing credits, she has had a career-long interest in telling the story of the persecuted church, having published many pieces on this subject in a variety of publications. She developed this particular story after meeting with and interviewing Chinese house church leaders who had themselves been kidnaped by Eastern Lightning cult members.

The story comes to a satisfying close, though some ends remain untied. Perhaps there is a sequel in the works? Across the China Sky is Flinchbaugh’s second book about Mei Lin and I’m sure readers would welcome yet another installment in the life of this courageous young character.

be absolutely His

Do we enjoy our work, love our work, virtually worship our work so that our devotion to Jesus is off center? Do we put our emphasis on service, or usefulness, or being productive in working for God -- at His expense? Do we strive to prove our own significance? To make a difference in the world. To carve our names in marble on the munuments of time?

The call of God blocks the path of all such deeply human tendencies. We are not primarily called to do something or go somewhere; we are called to Someone. We are not called first to special work but to God. the key to answering the call is to be devoted to no one and nothing but God himself. As Chambers says, "The men and women our Lord sends out on His enterprises are the ordinary human stuff, plus dominating devotion to Himself wrought by the Holy Spirit. The most frequent phrase in his writings: "Be absolutely His."

- Os Guinness in The Call

music while you read

I've long wanted to play music on the blog. And now I've just found a site - radio.blog.club - from where I can stream music!

At the top of this post (and also installed little way down in the right sidebar, below the links to my other blogs and above the "Blogcritics" button) is a player. Click on the arrow and listen to James Taylor's rendition of "Who Comes This Night" while you read. Enjoy!

christmas journal

Well, we’re back from our lovely Christmas trip – away since the 22nd.

First stop was Kelowna, where we took Auntie Sally out for lunch, visited E’s Dad, then crashed the annual turning-on-of-the-lights ceremony and wiener roast at Ernie’s brother’s house. It’s a rite-of-passage thing in their family with each year a different grandchild doing the honors of connecting the various strings of Christmas lights that grandpa has spent hours setting, followed by a wiener roast.

This year there was a cold wind. I personally did manage to char a smokie to eating temperature in the excellent roasting fire, but confess I retired to the kitchen to eat in warmth and comfort. (As not-yet-grandparents ourselves but always on the lookout for possible grandparent traditions, I must admit I’m not sure this one is exactly ‘us.’)

On Saturday, after a morning Merry Christmas drop-in to my brother and his family, we drove on to Kamloops. We had no problem finding the townhouse Sonia and Matt have newly purchased (November) and the bottom of their tree was soon jammed with gifts.


And so we spent Christmas with the Spooners!

Saturday evening we helped S. finish the shopping while M. did a four-hour shift of work. Sunday morning I made an apple pie for next day’s festive meal and then, after lunch, we joined the kids at church (where S. was helping lead worship and M. was in charge of the kids’ craft - “Do you know the real meaning of the candy cane?” he asked me earlier. Of course I'd forgotten which gave him the perfect chance to review his lesson beforehand.)

In the evening we drove out to Sorrento for a dinner with family and friends – but it began most inauspiciously by us getting stuck in our host’s driveway. All ended well, though, with the car shoveled and straightened out, and a very delicious turkey dinner.

Finally Christmas day. Gift time is always exciting for no matter how old your kids get.

She liked her sweater. He loved his drum kit from her.

Doesn’t this hat (from Benjie and Georgi - who we missed very much!) make him look distinguished? Hubby, out of an abundance of caution, bought me the same jacket in two sizes.

One fits S. and one fits me and so now daughter and mom have twin jackets.

And you can never get too much Body Shop!

After a late brunch, we went out to find the dike. The dike walk along the North Thompson is about 5 minutes from the kids’ house. Now that I could handle!

Then it was home to finish assembling our own turkey dinner. (Unfortunately somehow the screen door had got locked or jammed so we couldn't get in when we got back - yikes! But the kids had broken into their own house days earlier and left the kitchen window unlocked. Bad move – but good for us on Monday.)

The turkey dinner turned out scrumptious. We ended the evening by watching "Hotel Rwanda" (not exactly Christmas fare, but what a riveting film!).

Yesterday we lolled around the house, took a walk, ate more treats, watched more TV and then half of "The Pianist" (what a choice for Christmas - two genocidal war movies - but I would recommend this one too) after M. left for another shift of work. We ended the day with a visit to Wildlights – the Christmas light display at the Kamloops Wildlife Center and the remainder of "The Pianist."

Today E. and I drove home. The roads were clear though very icy in spots. In the mountains between Kamloops and Hope we passed about four accident scenes – sobering. As we neared home, we saw a huge billow of smoke on the horizon from an apartment building near us which was in flames (as we’d heard on the news), making us more thankful than ever to get back in one piece and find our cozy little home intact.

raw, prolonged contact

As for me, he was the initiator of my understanding that Christianity is not about systems and God, but about individual people and the relationship they build through raw, prolonged contact with a creator who is genuinely and warmly interested in them.
– Adrian Plass in Growing Up Pains, talking about Peter Ball, Bishop of Lews, whom he got to know on the set of the TV series Company.

monday (not exactly) mural

Our walk down Crescent Beach yesterday took us past "Meg’s Place" – a beach house that is not shy about celebrating Christmas. Piped Christmas music coming from somewhere on the property floated across the path and a peek into the yard revealed a festive fairyland. Every window was full of Christmas too, from the snowy villages displayed on the ledges of the gazebo, to the glassed-in verandahs full of snowmen. Doesn't such Christmas eye candy just make you feel like an awe-struck and delighted little kid?

More "Meg's Place" here.

seen on our walk today

book review: - The Call - Finding and Fulfilling the Central Purpose of Your Life

Title: The Call – Finding and Fulfilling the Central Purpose of Your Life
Author: Os Guinness
Publisher: W Publishing Group - Thomas Nelson Inc., 2003
Genre: Christian Living, Practical Life, General
ISBN: 849944376

Are you looking for purpose in life? For a purpose big enough to absorb every ounce of your attention, deep enough to plumb every mystery of your passions, and lasting enough to inspire you to your last breath? This book is about the reason why we are each here on earth. It explores the deepest, highest, grandest purpose that any human has ever experienced and history has ever known – a reason so profound that no one and nothing else even comes close.

Os Guinness sets the bar high in his Introduction to The Call – Finding and Fulfilling the Central Purpose of Your Life with the startling statement above. What follows is twenty nine chapters which go from an exploration of why people seek meaning and purpose to an examination of the value of such a search when viewed from the end of one’s life.

Though made accessible with an abundance of true life illustrations and quotes, this book is not light reading. Guinness’s approach is philosophical, both in subject matter (Why am I here?) and development.

In each chapter he builds his case with logic, so that you can’t read the first few paragraphs of a chapter, then skip to the end and understand how you got there. But if you pay attention Guinness leads step by step and delivers on his promises. He lays out his arguments clearly, specifying that he will, for example, answer a given question in three points and then doing so, identifying those points with marker words: “First, second, third etc.”

He makes his ideas clear, additionally by including a focused statement of the thesis of each chapter somewhere about a third of the way through. These statements are identified as key by being set in italic font. They are then reiterated at the chapter’s end in question form, also italicized.

An additional aid to understanding, in the edition I read at least, was a "Study Guide" at the end which asks questions about key ideas in each chapter and leads the reader to personalize what was read.

This book certainly resonated with me. I found it holistic, convincing and challenging dealing as it does with hot-button issues like motivation, the use of natural talents, money and time, and a preoccupation with helping the reader discover what is their unique purpose for existence. Chapters I found especially insightful were:

- Chapter 9 “The Audience of One.” It asks the question, “Who do you live to please?” and challenges the reader to live for an Audience of One: “A life lived listening to the decisive call of God is a life lived before one audience that trumps all others – the Audience of One.”

- Chapter 19 “Locked Out and Staying There.” This chapter deals with the modern phenomenon of keeping one’s faith and public life separate. It challenges the reader to live a faith which is socially relevant.

- Chapters 20 (“A Focused Life”), 25 (“The Hour Has Come”) and 29 (“Last Call”) These three chapters deal with the concept of time in one form or another. They challenge the reader to use time well, rely on God’s timing, and live to finish well.

The Call is a book I think Christian and non-Christian seekers alike will find a thought-provoking read. It may be one which even changes the course of a life.

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Read "A Chat With Os Guinness" - transcript of a conversation between Os Guinness and questions via IM, posted by Navigators, 2001.

december birding

We had a beautiful day for a walk today -- between storms. Now that the snow has finally disappeared, we can frequent some of our familiar haunts again. Today we walked along the Nicomekl River and caught sight of this heron sunning himself.

On a pond in Elgin Park I caught sight of this handsome Hooded Merganser pair. Don't they have quite the do?

white christmas

Our annual Christmas production at the church is history. Between Thursday night and last night, we put on this 1 hour and 45-minute program, “White Christmas,” six times to a nearly full house for every performance.

The program itself was a montage of music, arranged and performed in different styles, together with drama and dance (five monologues, with swing dancers opening and closing the program, and ballet dancers playing a big part in adding to the beauty and symbolism).

“What feeling did you get from the program?” I asked the friend who attended last night when we went out for coffee later.

She told me about the one song that choked her up. She said it was when the soloist and the choir sang the song: "This is Our God." During the song two ballet dancers are doing choreography in front of the manger scene (live characters posed in a manger scene box at the back of the stage). A little girl (maybe 8-9) has the main dance part, doing expressive motions to these lines:

This is our God, living and breathing
Call Him courageous, relentless and brave
This is our God, loving and reaching
Scandalous mercy and mighty to save...

This is our God, suffering and dying
Call Him the Hero, redeeming the lost
This is our God, loving sacrificing
All that is holy accepting our cross..."

Hallelujah This is our God - Sing praise (repeated numerous times as the chorus)

At the very end, after she'd done her dance (bear in mind, as choir members we weren't able to watch closely what was happening on stage during the songs we sang, so her description was news to me), she took off her ballet slippers and gave them to the baby Jesus

Oh my. Isn’t that a picture of where each one of us wants our efforts to end up, whether we sing, or write, or serve, or cook – given as a gift to Jesus?

I'm actually kind of glad I didn't know that part was in there - as I'm sure if I had, I would have lost it myself!

Anyway, it was a fabulous weekend singing and getting to know other choir members during our times off stage and between performances. Now for the other stuff of Christmas - shopping and such.

Photo: CLA E-bulletin

monday mural - Christmas extravaganza!

You have never seen Christmas murals like those David J. Hetland of Concordia College (Moorhead Minnesota)! Each mural was the backdrop of an annual Christmas concert at the college and reflected that year’s theme. Designed by Mr. Hetland, the murals were painted by volunteers under his supervision and were later recycled. (Viewing the murals in large gives one a sense of the scale – of how large and grand these paintings are in relation to the choir and orchestra.)

Some themes and related murals:

"O Come All Ye Faithful"

"Shout Glad Tidings"

"Let Heaven and Nature Sing"

More here.

David J. Hetland was a nationally recognized designer known for his liturgical works in mosaic and stained glass. He died in April this year (2006).

don't forget the oil!

There is a story of an old man who carried a little can of oil with him everywhere he went, and if he passed through a door that squeaked, he poured a little oil on the hinges. If a gate was hard to open, he oiled the latch. And thus he passed through life lubricating all hard places and making it easier for those who came after him.

People called him eccentric, queer, and cranky; but the old man went steadily on refilling his can of oil when it became empty, and oiled the hard places he found.

There are many lives that creak and grate harshly as they live day by day. Nothing goes right with them. They need lubricating with the oil of gladness, gentleness, or thoughtfulness. Have you your own can of oil with you? Be ready with your oil of helpfulness in the early morning to the one nearest you. It may lubricate the whole day for him. The oil of good cheer to the downhearted one – oh how much it may mean! The word of courage to the despairing. Speak it.

Our lives touch others but once, perhaps, on the road of life; and then mayhap, our ways diverge, never to meet again. The oil of kindness has worn the sharp hard edges off of many a sin-hardened life and left it soft and pliable and ready for the redeeming grace of the Savior.

A word spoken pleasantly is a large spot of sunshine on a sad heart. Therefore, “Give others the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest.”

– Streams in the Desert - by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman

Photo: The Christmas tree scene is a piece of unadulterated kitsch I picked up at Costco last year – but what fun! When you put batteries in it and flick a switch at the back, carols begins to play, lights flash inside the tree and other places, and the figures on the “ice” come to life, circling around and sometimes getting so dizzy they fall.

Christmas recipe round-up

is up at at Rebecca Writes.

Careful not to drool all over the keyboard!

christmas production

This evening we have the second dress rehearsal for our church’s Christmas production, “White Christmas.” Last night’s first dress rehearsal was predictably chaotic - yikes, will it actually ever come together into a smooth performance, considering all the hundreds of pieces that have to fit to make this a whole (two children’s choirs, one adult choir, drama characters, special music and dance groups, band, stage-hands, lighting board operator, sound board operator, computer, two live sheep...)

There have also been some attacks on the church building in the last few days. I refrain from giving details, as I don’t want to give any publicity to that quarter. All that to say, though, if you are reminded of our production in the next few days, could you pray? Performances are Thursday and Friday 7:30, Saturday and Sunday 3:30 and 7:30 PST.

monday mural - Christmas

I have no personal photos of Christmas murals – therefore no pictures to post. But there are some to be found on the web.

A mural artist named Cam has posted several Christmas mural works in progress.

View the almost finished first project here.

If you’re interested in how a garage-door-sized piece of canvas becomes a mural, check out his slide show, tracking the progress of the project above.

rebecca's christmas recipe roundup

Rebecca is hosting a Christmas Recipe Roundup on her blog this coming Wednesday. Be part of it - here's how:

1. Post a favorite holiday recipe
2. Get the link to her* before 9AM PST on Wednesday, December 6. Recipes you've posted in previous years are welcome as long as the link still works.

* Email the link to her OR put it in the comments to this post.

tis the season

Our all-sorts tree is up, the house is decorated for Christmas and it’s not even December! Blame it on the snow outside. That is supposed to dissipate in the next days under our more customary precip - rain. Now if only I were that much on top of other stuff -- like shopping.

a winner

Jamie Langston Turner's Winter Birds (reviewed here) has made the Publishers Weekly "Best Books of the Year" list!

book review - The Brethren

Title: The Brethren
Author: Beverly Lewis
Publisher: Bethany House
Genre: Christian romance
ISBN: 0764201077

In The Brethren, the third and final book in the Annie’s People series, Beverly Lewis continues to give her readers what they have found irresistible in her previous best-selling books. Set amongst the Amish in Paradise, Pennsylvania , the book opens with main character Annie Zook at odds with her strict father, preacher Jesse Zook, and living away from home. The fact that she has chosen to stay with her banned friend Essie (Esther Hochstetler) to help look after Essie and Zeke’s four children while Zeke is being held in jail after confessing to a murder makes the rift all the more galling to the elder Zook.

As is typical in Lewis’s books, more than one serpent has found its way into the Amish paradise. Under the settlement’s idyllic surface are misunderstandings, grudges, and secrets that even strict rules and authoritarian leaders can’t keep hidden forever. The result is a twisty plot that raises questions like did Zeke actually commit that murder, who is Ben Martin really, and will Annie make peace with her father and remain a plain woman or follow her heart to pursue her beloved art and become the fancy wife of her English beau?

Characters play an important part in this story. (As someone who hasn’t read the first two books in the series, I must admit the large cast of them, many of whom were introduced in earlier volumes, had me a little confused, though with close attention I got them all straight.) Main character Annie is a vital young woman who doesn’t always understand herself, is impulsive and strong willed yet hard-working, thoughtful, and kind. Zeke, in his mentally disturbed state is an interesting study. Preacher Jesse Zook seems the most complex character. While unyielding in his rigid stance toward Annie, he is demonstrably tender with his wife and shows a largeness of character at the end of the book that took me by surprise. Off-site characters Lou and Ben provide an interesting non-Amish viewpoint of Paradise.

The setting is also integral to these books about the Amish. Lewis, obviously familiar with their home and farm routines, describes these in satisfying detail, giving readers a sense of living in this picturesque and simple place. Yet even here progress is making inroads – though the juxtaposition of cell phones and automobiles with Amish life did feel a little bizarre. Lewis introduces just enough Amish-isms into the conversation of her Paradise characters (“Wonderful gut,” “purty,” “Ain’t so” etc) to keep them feeling authentic throughout.

Romance is woven through this book, as is the exploration of other relationships – parent-child and husband-wife. The ability and willingness of the Amish to forgive is a theme that plays a big part in the resolution of several of the story’s threads. As is typical in Lewis’s books, the Christian faith and its outworking is also a theme that remains front and center. In The Brethren there is a clash of the Amish belief system versus beliefs more in sync with a personal and literal interpretation of the Bible. Various characters risk being misunderstood and even banned by turning to evangelical ways. In the end, Lewis seems to come down on the side of having both – the outward simple lifestyle plus a personal though secret faith, as expressed by Annie and her beau: “They’d made a secret pact, vowing to live out their days with their eyes fixed on the Lord Jesus.”

If you’ve read the other two book in this series, The Preacher’s Daughter and The Englisher, you’ll not want to miss this conclusion to the story. If you haven’t read any Beverly Lewis before, this book is certainly representative of her popular storytelling style – a style that has seen previous books in this series, and this one, achieve a place on such prestigious bestseller lists as The New York Times and USA Today.

more playing in the snow

monday mural - summer memories

Murals decorate the covered window openings of the art gallery – a building located on the Thunder Bay waterfront (which was closed until further notice when we visited there this summer). The paintings, which look rather unremarkable from a distance, are really beautiful when viewed up close.

My favorite is the irises. They remind me of an oriental garden.

snow!

This is the Christmas card scene from our bedroom window today.

We got to church and back just fine this morning. But this amount of snow (and it’s supposed to come down for the rest of today and into the night) is a challenge for lower mainland drivers. Ill-equipped cars, some drivers not knowing how to drive in the stuff, hilly roads and the quality of the snow – heavy, wet and slushy, which then freezes and becomes truly treacherous – are all good reasons to curl up indoors with a cup of hot chocolate and a Christmas CD or good book!

stillness

Be still and know that I am God Psalm 46:10

Is there any note of music in all the chorus as mighty as the emphatic pause? Is there any word in all the Psalter more eloquent than that one word, Selah (Pause)? Is there anything more thrilling and awful than the hush that comes before the bursting of the tempest and the strange quiet that seems to fall upon all nature before some preternatural phenomenon or convulsion? Is there anything that can touch our hearts as the power of stillness?

There is for the heart that will cease from itself, “The peace of God that passeth all understanding,” a “quietness and confidence” which is the source of all strength, a sweet peace “which nothing can offend,” a deep rest which the world can neither give nor take away, There is in the deepest center of the soul a chamber of peace where God dwells and where if we will only enter in and hush every other sound, we can hear His still, small voice.

- Selected (from Streams in the Desert)

Photo: Evening descends on Crescent Beach, Surrey, BC

happy thanksgiving!

to our U.S. neighbors!

book review - The Precious Teacup

Title: The Precious Teacup
Author: Heather Johnson
Illustrator: Ken Save
Genre: Christian poetry, Children
ISBN: 097398080X

Tea parties and little girls go together. If anyone should know that it’s Heather Johnson, mother to four of them and author of The Precious Teacup.

Heather and her daughters have been inviting their little friends over for tea parties (with a purpose) for a while now. As Heather tells it, the poem that became the text of The Precious Teacup came to her as she prepared for one of those parties.

Now it’s available as a beautifully illustrated 36-page hard cover book. The simple rhyming text compares a little girl to a beautiful tea cup. Each page spread shows the two sides of the comparison with the teacup made, cleaned, bought and filled with tea on one side and the child uniquely designed by God, bought and cleaned by Jesus and then filled with His love on the other. The book ends with a simple prayer.

It can be purchased online through the precious teacup website. Also available there is a free downloadable tea party guide to help you plan your own tea party with a purpose. If you need any more inspiration, check out the photos of one of those parties. It makes me wish my girl was little again and we had a neighborhood full of friends to invite over for sandwiches, cookies, tea and this book, of course, to give us a beautiful segue to the subject of Jesus and His love.

heron lunch

Heron showing off his lunch.

who's your audience?

I am reading a wonderful and challenging book called The Call – Finding and Fulfilling the Central Purpose of your Life by Os Guinness. As someone who is endlessly fascinated by the idea of destiny, I’m discovering many places where this book scratches my itch.

In Chapter 9 Mr. Guinness, in a few words, articulates a mind set that I suspect if entered into would make one impervious to the peer pressure and sense of alienation followers of Jesus so often feel in the world of 2006:

A life lived listening to the decisive call of God is a life lived before one audience that trumps all others – the Audience of One.”

And the sum-up statement of that chapter nails it yet again:

Do you wish to be inner-directed rather than other-directed and truly make one audience decisive, the Audience of One? Listen to Jesus of Nazareth; answer his call.

monday mural - Winnipeg, MB

Yesterday the home team – the B.C. Lions – won the Grey Cup (football). Now, I do not claim even reflected glory from this. Our very tiny Grey Cup party fizzled when someone (not I) got sick. My only participation in the game was to occasionally check on the score from the bedroom where I was reading.

The game was played in Winnipeg - and I realized, as soon as I saw this site what I would have wanted to do had I been there.


This mural is located at 756 Ellice Avenue in Winnipeg. The artist is Jill Sellers. Check out the link above for 552 more mural shots, photos of other art, and artist info from around that city.

the eagle has landed

or something like that. Today we sighted the eagle pair that nest in the tree at the end of the golf course. While we watched, one of them brought sticks and stuff to the nest. They're obviously repairing it. If you look closely, you'll see one eagle's head just above nest edge, while the other sits on the branch higher up.

globeandmail Q&A

There have been a couple of interesting Q&A forums in the Globe and Mail recently. In “Ask an Evangelical”* Aileen Van Ginkel (director for the Evangelical Fellowship of Canada’s Centre for Ministry Empowerment) answers general questions about Christianity.

In “Lorna Dueck took your questions on the Ted Haggard scandal” Ms. Dueck answers questions about the above scandal. Predictably, here there were lots of questions about how evangelicals view homosexuality and other hot-button moral issues.

I read the questions and answers with interest, asking myself, what would I have said?

This is a good exercise, I think – to challenge oneself to come up with answers to honest hard questions. We’re actually told to do this.

In the process, it's a good idea not to forget the advice given by the Bluedorn’s in The Thinking Toolbox about anticipating opposing arguments:

“After you have listed all the reasons why you believe something, the next step is to defeat the argument you have built. This may sound like a strange thing to do, but if you don’t try to defeat your own argument, someone else will.... It is not good enough to have convincing reasons for the things you believe. If you want to have a strong position, then you need to anticipate opposing arguments and prepare counter arguments.” (Lesson 7)

Of course in the end, even the most waterproof arguments will not convince someone to believe in God as revealed by the Jesus of the Bible who said, “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” The Spirit of God does that.

* This link opens first on a 'Register' page. That's how the G&M wants it, I guess.

book review: Arthur, the Christmas Elf

Title: Arthur, the Christmas Elf -- A Christmas Adventure
Author: Valerie Connelly
Publisher: Nightengale Press, 2006 - 68 pages
Genre: Children's Fiction, Children's Activities
ISBN: 193344923

Arthur, the Christmas Elf is a story book that will keep on giving long after the read-aloud part is done. Fine-tuned through years of retelling it to her own youngsters, author Valerie Connelly’s tale about two self-absorbed children, a storm and Santa’s elf Arthur will help kids gain a new perspective on Christmas gifts in both the giving and getting departments.

The author-illustrated 43-page story section is only the first part of this two-part book, however. In the second part are instructions on how to make the seven craft projects mentioned in the story. These easy-to-make, family-tested projects use materials most people probably have around the house. The instructions are well-organized, easy to follow and include traceable patterns and photographs that illustrate the projects at various stages of completion.

I can see this dual-purpose and prize-winning book being a great addition to the Christmas of any family with kids up to and including teens. The story will probably become a holiday favorite. And the book may be the catalyst for a new tradition of kids and parents (or older siblings) spending quality time together making things in the days before Christmas, and then giving gifts that come more from the heart than the wallet.

coming soon to a theatre near you?

Well maybe. This was the scene at the Mud Bay Park parking lot – one of our favorite walking beaches – yesterday.

dreaming

This is not what it looks like here today. We are in the middle of a big wind (predicted up to 90 km. / hr) and rain storm with trees down, traffic lights out and fears of dykes giving way and flooding at high tide in some places. We are blessed to have kept our electricity so far.

But I’m going stir-crazy. I need a walk! Maybe I’ll go and climb some walls stairs.

book review - Winter Birds

UPDATE - November 28:

This book has made Publishers Weekly "Best Books of the Year"list

Title: Winter Birds
Author: Jamie Langston Turner
Publisher: Bethany House - 2006, 400 pages
Genre: Contemporary Christian fiction
ISBN: 0764200151

“At eighty I knew I must not delay. The branches of the tree were nearly bare. My method: I sent letters to nine people, family acquaintances, five of whom responded, to apply as Providers of Winter Hospice for Sophia Marie Langham Hess.”

The wealthy widow Sophia chooses, finally, to live with her nephew and his wife in a modest bungalow in Greenville, Mississippi. Winter Birds, Jamie Langston Turner’s sixth* novel, is the story of Ms. Hess in that winter season and the tale of the gradual unthawing of her heart in the home of Patrick and Rachel.

The time period spanned in this contemporary novel is about one year, though through Sophia’s flashbacks and memories we are able to piece together the entire life story of this intelligent but embittered octogenarian. The setting is spare. Mostly we’re in Sophia’s room which looks out over a playground, has in view a mortuary and, just outside the window, a bird feeder.

This book majors on characters. Sophia, the main character, who tells the entire story in first person (present tense, no less), is rich and complex. As a former English teacher and the widow of Eliot Hess, a noted Shakespeare professor, she shows herself to be intelligent, cultured and perceptive. She is also sneaky, funny and at times a less than reliable narrator, colored as her outlook is by low self-esteem, betrayal, disappointment and cynicism.

Other main characters Patrick and Rachel as well as secondary characters Terri, Steve and Potts are seen and interpreted through Sophia’s eyes in satisfying physical and psychological detail. Sophia’s penchant for people-watching leads to some amusing reflections - like this one at the Christmas dinner table, when most of the guests are gushing about the pin Sophia got as a gift and Sophia, catching the look on teenager Mindy’s face muses:

“Mindy is eying the pin, frowning slightly as if wondering how such a small thing, something she would never be caught wearing, can evoke such emotion from adults. Perhaps she will tell her friends about it later: “And this fat old woman was wearing this weird-looking bird pin that everyone was having a cow over!”

Langston Turner’s prose style is simple. In one place she has Sophia overhear aspiring writer Patrick report to Rachel “in painstaking detail” (Sophia thinks Patrick is an incredible bore) something his teacher has said about “two kinds of simplicity – one producing art, the other banality.” As I read this book, I got the feeling that simplicity producing art was the effect Langston Turner was after and, in my opinion, achieved. But if the prose is simple, other stylistic features like Shakespearean lines as titles and the descriptions of bird behavior under those titles, both of which are then woven into the story line of the chapter, make the book satisfyingly thoughtful and layered.

Death is a theme that runs through the entire story. That’s probably not surprising, as Sophia is 80 and feels that her own is imminent. This theme is underlined again and again as Sophia watches the goings-on at the mortuary across the street and obsessively reads the "Milestones" columns from old Time magazines, paying special attention to the obits. Other themes that emerge as the back story unfolds are betrayal and deception. What finally transforms this often pessimistic story into a hopeful one is the message that love has the power to heal and restore.

The Christian aspect of the novel is handled with a light touch. Sophia, herself a skeptic throughout the book, does a good job of articulating common objections to belief. These are countered not with platitudes and sermons but with actions. Rachel, Patrick and others do a good job of showing in their own imperfect ways, what it means to serve and love the way Jesus taught.

This book is easily one of my favorites of 2006. The beautiful writing full of wisdom, literary allusions and stylistic elegance give it the moodling possibilities of poetry. Its quiet but compelling plot, realistic characters and sly humor made me wish it were twice as long. It reminds me of Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead and, like that book, it’s one I’m planning to read again, this time with highlighter always at hand.

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Jamie Langston Turner's ‘Discussion Questions’ would be useful for reading clubs planning to dig deeper into Winter Birds.
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* Correction: I originally stated this was Ms. Langston Turner's third novel. It is actually her sixth, as pointed out to me (by Dan Turner) in a comment on the review I posted at Blogcritics.org.

Other books are SUNCATHCERS, SOME WILDFLOWER IN MY HEART, BY THE LIGHT OF A THOUSAND STARS, A GARDEN TO KEEP, and NO DARK VALLEY. All are published by Bethany House.

I apologize for the error - but am happy to know that there are even more books out there by this fine author.

monday mural - Cloverdale BC

On our way to the Remembrance Day ceremony on Saturday, we passed this mural. It does a good job of representing Cloverdale (one of Surrey’s several town centers), known for its flea markets, antique shops and the rodeo. Cloverdale’s quaint western-town streets have also made it a favorite location for movie and commercial shoots. Smallville, Postal, Hot Rod and others were filmed there.

More Cloverdale at the mural blog

we remember

Ernie and I joined hundreds of others at the Cenotaph in Cloverdale this morning for a Remembrance Day ceremony.


On the way to the square, we caught sight of these Mounties, all ready to join the parade of dignitaries.



A special event this morning was the unveiling and dedication of a new statue on the cenotaph memorial

The representation of a World War 1 soldier, kneeling at the grave of a fallen comrade was commissioned to replace an earlier similar one which was melted down to make bullets for World War II. This new piece was paid for in part with funds raised by Surrey school children.

Before we left, we unpinned our poppies and placed them with hundreds of others on the memorial as a token of our remembrance and thanks to Canadian soldiers past and present.

We remember.

thoughts on personal ambition

If you seek great things for yourself – God has called me for this and that; you are putting a barrier to God’s use of you. As long as you have a personal interest in your own character, or any set ambition, you cannot get through into identification with God’s interests. You can only get there by losing forever any idea of yourself and by letting God take you right out into His purpose for the world, and because your goings are of the Lord, you can never understand your ways.

I have to learn that the aim in life is God’s not mine. God is using me from His great personal standpoint, and all He asks of me is that I trust Him, and never say – Lord this gives me such a heartache. To talk in that way makes me a clog.

When I stop telling God what I want, He can catch me up for what He wants without let or hindrance. He can crumple me up or exalt me, He can do anything He chooses. He simply asks me to have implicit faith in Himself and in His goodness.

Oswald Chambers - from My Utmost for His Highest.

self promotion?

I have been reading A Poet’s Guide to Poetry by Mary Kinzie. It is a very technical book, for people dedicated to the study and writing of poetry. I must admit some of it is quite beyond me.

However, I can’t help but feel the passion Ms. Kinzie has for her subject. This endorsement on the cover says it well:

“Mary Kinzie’s A Poet’s Guide to Poetry is an exacting, thorough and loving book about the excitements and technical intimacies of poetry. I don’t know any other book that speaks so lucidly and says so much about the formal life of poetry and how poetry lives that life inside us.” W. S. Di Pietro.

Yesterday I googled Ms. Kinzie and came across this fascinating essay (or whatever – this writing seems, in a way, almost a collage of prose poems) by her. In the paragraph below, she puts into words something I’ve felt in my gut for a while now about the self-promotion one must supposedly do in order to be noticed, read, bought and considered successful as a writer:

“The surer I became about the mystery of words in time, the more intricate the disdain of the professionals around me. This was a world in which there was a constant encouragement to promote onself, to mention every little mention of oneself. To be your own entrepreneur. Deadly to art. I tried not to play, but did just a little – enough so that I neither made a good showing among them nor kept my heart pure. Caving in “just a little” is the hateful side of humiliation, for one is driven by fear of going under, by doing nothing. This anxiety doesn’t end with a small cowardice. It is a world based on worry, because they themselves are always heartily, greedily worrying, scratching the sand of their little plots of earth.”

In contrast, I think of the words of Jesus in Matthew 6, where He concludes:

“Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear.’(or ‘Will I get read and published? Will people buy my book?) For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all these things shall be added to you.” Matthew 6:31-33

This surely goes against the common wisdom to relentlessly self-promote often dispensed on blogs like this one. But somehow, I can’t help but think it’s the way God wants us to live and work. If what we write is to the advantage of His kingdom and His glory, He will see to its promotion in ways we never dreamed.

promptings' potpourri

(literary edition)

I heard Adrian Plass for the first time Saturday night. He and his wife Bridget are on tour with Steve Bell.

He is a funny and complex man. I bought his book The Sacred Diary of Adrian Plass Aged 37¾ (the double value edition, which includes The Growing Up Pains to the Sacred Diary). In the Preface he says:" I don’t think I shall ever be unhappy enough to write such a funny book again."

He and wife Bridget did some hilarious skits. I found, on his web site, a sampling of what they do (short Windows Media Player videos).

Pray for Each Other

Church Poem

His Media Page has links to more video and audio files.

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Surrey prize-winning short-story writer Donna Farley will be blogging some of her out-of-print short stories at Deja Pubd. This piece, "The First Shall be Last and the Last Shall be First" appeared in Dreams and Visions #12, 1992. The disclaimer about it being a bit dated is right (the kids still listened to tapes!), but it’s a lively and amusing read all the same.

monday mural - Smithers B.C.

This week's mural comemorates Canadian soldiers killed in W.W.I , II and the Korean War. I photgraphed it in the summer of 2005 when we spent a few hours poking around in Smithers enroute to Prince Rupert. It's painted on the wall of the Smithers' Legion.

Remembrance Day is this Saturday.

you . . . and me

From pastor's sermon this morning:

"We must be the church wherever we are. These walls are not the church. Be Jesus at work, school, play. You are the best possible reason why someone would be interested in knowing Jesus."

- Brent Cantelon

Photo: Crescent Beach pier - Surrey, BC

our so-busy, excellent weekend

We have the most excellent weekend on tap.

It starts with tonight when we’re having guests for dinner, and then going as a six-some to hear Steve Bell and Adrian Plass (Yummy!).


Tomorrow night, our choir is doing backup vocals at the release of the new CD, “Hope is Waking,” our church is putting out. Here is how it’s described in our E-bulletin.

“Hope Is Waking” is a mixture of musical textures featuring 12 of our very own original songs. Recorded right here in our CLA studio, it is a sound of joy, sorrow, intimacy, praise, passion, warfare, and hope. It is our prayer that the honesty and integrity of these expressions will capture your heart and turn you towards the Father …… the only One truly worthy of our worship.

In a way this is like a dream come true for me. I have watched many a variety show on TV and thought how much fun it would be to do the harmonies and the boo-she-bop-bop stuff around the main feature. Well, tomorrow night we’re doing that. This is even better though – doing it in worship (by the way - no boo-she-bop-bops)!

One wee fly in the ointment. They’re videotaping the evening with a view to making a DVD, thus no water bottles, sneezing, scratching, grimaces etc. etc. ! It all adds up to no pressure!?

book review - I SPAT by Stephanie R.Bridges

Title: I SPAT

Author: Stephanie R. Bridges

Publisher: Publish America

Genre: Poetry

ISBN: 1424119766

In her first chapbook, I SPAT (acronym for In Spirit, Power and Truth), poet Stephanie Bridges raps, rhythms and rhymes her spiritual journey in thirty poems that range from a defense of God as judge (“Follow the Sun”) to apologies to the children she’s aborted (“Anjel” and “Angel”). The poem section is preceded by her story "Bridges to God," told in prose. In it she chronicles her journey through various addictions and self-destructive behaviors. In the end, she explains how these became bridges to the God who pursued her through every circumstance.

I like the transparency that comes through much of Bridges’ work. She doesn’t avoid talking about experiences and behaviors she has struggled with like rape, abortion, and various addictions. And she isn’t shy to tell on herself:

“I am a vegetarian
Engaging in carnivorous relationships
A non-smoker
With nicotine on my lips”

- “Myself”

Especially moving are the poems she addresses to the kids she chose not to have – and the one she birthed, but with an attitude.

“I prayed my baby dead
As I lay alone in the hospital bed
Nurses poked and doctors pervaded
But to no avail she refused to debut

- “Lovingly”

Bridges’ work isn’t all dark and gloomy, though. There is also freedom and a sense of acceptance, joy and celebration:

“...No dress code
Come as you are
Leave your past at the door
Cause there’s redemption at the bar
You can dance
Sing
Party non-stop. . .”

- “G’sus N’em”

Despite a variety in subject matter, a sense of unity is achieved with the use of formatting (title, Bible verse reference, centered poem, another Bible reference and the verse quoted in full). There is also a similarity in the the rhythms and rhyme patterns that flow through much of Bridges’ work. I am reminded of rap. Many of these poems beg for out-loud performance.

The spiritual angle of the book is never subtle. The Scriptures that bracket each selection become another facet of what Bridges conveys. The book as a whole leaves no doubt who Bridges credits for her escape from an addictive lifestyle. And in her story and poems she sends the message that she continues to rely on God through the challenges of life as a single mom to four kids.

This is an accessible, gritty yet hopeful book of poetry. It will appeal to those open to considering the answers given to life’s knotty problems in the Bible and the Christian faith.

r.i.p.

Brother HL1435

May 29, 2004 to November 1, 2006

Brother HL1435, died yesterday after a brief but terminal illness. He was installed in August of 2006 after two and a half months in the box, waiting for his dad, HL1230, to retire. He has always been prompt and reliable in delivering, in his 29 months with us, thousands of crisp physician letters and hopeful manuscript pages. He was especially appreciated for his generous paper tray and paper jam-free feed apparatus. In the end, though, this is what seemed to have done him in (maybe if we’d been more appreciative, told him how much we loved him ... sniff!).

We first realized he was ill on Sunday, when he stopped printing after completing only three pages of a many-page job. In the last few days he has been sounding more and more laryngitic, though still able to print one page at a time. Yesterday he quit entirely.

Brother was predeceased by his grandparents Okidata and Fujitsu and his Brother parents. He is survived by ECI the CPU, Spectrum the monitor, the Microsoft siblings Mouse and Keyboard, and the Labec speaker twins Left and Right.

Brother will be greatly missed and hard to replace. In lieu of flowers, please send money. (Oops ... kidding!)