Archive | November 2004

O Come, O Come Emmanuel

According to a book we own called Color the Christmas Classics, this Christmas carol dates back to the time of Emperor Charlemagne of France. It was originally sung in Latin and was an antiphon, “a short liturgical text sung in response to a psalm or other spoken text.” The carol was sung over a period of seven days, from December 17th to the 23rd, in response to a scripture about the brith of Christ read by the priest.

My favorite antiphon:
O Come thou Branch of Jesse! Draw
The quarry from the lion’s claw;
From the dead caverns of the grave
From neither hell thy people save. OR

O come, thou Branch of Jesse’s Tree
Free them from Satan’s tyranny
That trust thy mighty power to save,
And give them Victory o’er the grave.

John Bunyan Was Born November 28, 1628

Poetry by Bunyan:

UPON THE SACRAMENTS.
Two sacraments I do believe there be,
Baptism and the Supper of the Lord;
Both mysteries divine, which do to me,
By God’s appointment, benefit afford.
But shall they be my God, or shall I have
Of them so foul and impious a thought,
To think that from the curse they can me save?
Bread, wine, nor water, me no ransom bought.

UPON APPAREL.
God gave us clothes to hide our nakedness,
And we by them do it expose to view.
Our pride and unclean minds to an excess,
By our apparel, we to others show.

And Sherry says, “Amen.”

You can go here to find the online texts of John Bunyan’s many works. And in honor of Bunyan’s birthday, here’s a hymn by John M. Neale written in 1862. We sing a version of this at my church set to a different tune than cyberhymnal gives for it.

O happy band of pilgrims,
If onward you will tread,
With Jesus as your Fellow,
To Jesus as your Head.

O happy if you labor,
As Jesus did for men;
O happy if you hunger
As Jesus hungered then.

The cross that Jesus carried
He carried as your due;
The crown that Jesus weareth
He weareth it for you.

The faith by which you see Him,
The hope in which you yearn,
The love that through all troubles
To Him alone will turn.

The trials that beset you,
The sorrows you endure,
The manifold temptations
That death alone can cure.

What are they but His jewels

Of right celestial worth?
What are they but the ladder
Set up to heaven on earth?

O happy band of pilgrims,
Look upward to the skies,
Where such a light affliction
Shall win you such a prize.

To Father, Son, and Spirit,
The God Whom we adore,
Be loftiest praises given,
Now and for evermore.

Cartoon King

He was born on November 26, 1922, and his friends called him “Sparky.” He became “the highest paid, most widely read cartoonist ever.” The very first Peanuts comic strip, written by Charles M. Schulz, appeared in seven newspapers on October 2, 1950.

A few good words from Sparky:

There’s a difference between a philosophy and a bumper sticker.

Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It’s already tomorrow in Australia.

I love mankind; it’s people I can’t stand.

I have a new philosophy. I’m only going to dread one day at a time.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

Learned While Playing Trivial Pursuit:

Lake Victoria is the third largest lake in the world.
A fox’s tail is called a brush; baby foxes can be called cubs or kits.
Christopher Jones was the captain of The Mayflower.
General Motors makes (made?) the Corvette Stingray.
June’s birthstone is the agate.
The national anthem of Brazil begins with the words “From peaceful Ypiranga’s banks.” (depending on the translation)
I am a librocubicularist.

Romanticizing Sin

The four oldest children and I went last night to see Finding Neverland, the (somewhat fictionalized) story of J.M. Barrie, the author of Peter Pan. At least some of us thought the movie was so romantic and sad and sweet. Party pooper that I am, I thought it was well-acted, thoughtful, and ultimately frustrating. I don’t like movies that romanticize adultery, and it’s adultery when you leave your spouse for someone else whether the outside relationship is physically consummated or not. In the movie, Barrie (played by Johnny Depp) leaves his wife alone day after day to pursue a platonic friendship with a widow and her four boys. One scene at the beginning implies that Barrie’s wife has already lost interest in him before this other friendship takes him away, but in another later scene the wife practically begs Barrie to at least come home to her in the evening, at least eat meals with her, if he can’t share his inner life with her. Barrie tries, but when the other woman needs him, he chooses her. The boys sense, I think, that Barrie is not really grown-up, can’t really be depended upon to keep his commitments. At one point, Peter, the boy whose name Barrie has borrowed for Peter Pan, corrects the adults at a party, pointing at Barrie and saying, “I’m not Peter Pan. He’s Peter Pan!”
At another place in the movie, Barrie tells Peter that he will never lie to him. But their entire relationship is a lie. Barrie isn’t a father to Peter and his brothers, and he is not free to husband (protect and defend) their mother. He is a married man who’s left his dying marriage to befriend a needy family and use them for inspiration. Just because the marriage is dying, it doesn’t justify desertion. In the end, as the mother of the four boys is dying, she makes Barrie co-guardian to her sons, an attempt to legitimize their relationship, but the conclusion is not satisfying. I picture Barrie getting tired of the boys as they grow up and he remains Peter Pan. Or maybe he can grow up, too, and take responsibility for this new parent-child relationship, whether it serves his needs or not.
Johnny Depp is a good actor, and the child who plays Peter does a fantastic job of portraying a troubled and grieving child. The movie concludes with the idea that the boys’ mother has “gone to Neverland,” and they can see her there anytime if they will “only believe.” Believe in what or in whom? Believe in Neverland, a place Barrie made up in order to deal with his own childhood demons? Believe in Barrie himself, when he can’t father the boys or keep their mother from dying? Or is Peter, the little boy, just supposed to believe in himself, find the resources within himself to survive the loss of both his parents? All these questions the movie leaves unanswered.

Author Birthdays

1. She was born in Manchester, England in 1849, but after the death of her father, her family moved to Tennessee. She began writing short stories to help support her family, and then she began writing full length romanic novels. Some of these were quite successful, but she is remembered nowadays for her children’s fiction, three books in particular: Little Lord Fauntleroy, Sara Crewe(A Little Princess), and The Secret Garden. My favorite of the three is The Secret Garden, although it is spurned by some because it includes elements of the author’s faith in spiritualism. I just skip over the part where the children are chanting to “the spirits” and concentrate on the captivating idea of a secret garden where wounds both of the spirit and of the body can be healed. Wouldn’t everybody love to have a secret garden?
2. Carlo Lorenzini (b. 1826, d. 1890) was the real name of a Florentine journalist who wrote the fantasy story of a wooden puppet who, after many misadventures, finally became a real boy. Do you know the author’s pen name and the name of his famous book?
3. This science fiction author was born in 1933. She wrote two YA novels about a girl who was training to observe cultures on other planets as they evolved into advanced cultures capable of joining the World Federation of Planets (or some such name). The rule (prime directive) is that observers are not allowed to interfere in the evolution of the culture being studied unless the planet is in danger of being destroyed or destroying itself. Of course, Elana, the young observer-in training, finds herself in a situation that calls for her to violate her oath and interfere in a way that may have unexpected and tragic consequences.
These two books were favorites of mine in junior high, and I still think they’re not bad, although a little dated. The evolution of cultures theme doesn’t really ring true to me, but the idea of having to make a choice that may be wrong either way (damned if you do, and damned if you don’t) does make both books thought provoking.

Book Review Time

I’ve finished reading a couple books in the past few days:

Shoulder the Sky by Anne Perry: Anne Perry is a talented writer of historical mystery novels. She especially has a gift for evoking a time period, for getting the details and and the feel of, say, Victorian England (her Thomas and Charlotte Pitt mysteries) or late Victorian England (the William Monk series), or in this her third series, England and the continent during World War I. The first book in this series was No Graves As Yet, and I reviewed it here. Unfortunately, I had the same problem with this second book that I mentioned in connection with the first. The book was absorbing; the description of war seemed almost like a first-hand account; the characters are intriguing. The main character, an Anglican priest, is dealing with the modern question (probably an age-old question, too): “Where is God in all this evil?” But I keep getting distracted by the plot problems. I’m reading along, and suddenly one character knows something absolutely that was only a possibility two pages ago. Or one character shows up in Gallipoli just at the exact same time as another, and they meet each other on the beach and begin to rescue wounded soldiers together–coincidentally furthering the plot. There are just too many coincidences and unproven assumptions and characters who know things that nobody told them. I think in spite of the strengths of Perry’s writing, I may just give the rest of this series a miss.

In the Presence of My Enemies by Gracia Burnham and Dean Merrill: This book is the story of Gracia and Martin Burnham, aviation missionaries with New Tribes Mission in the Philippines who were kidnapped and held for ransom by Islamic terrorists associated with Osama Bin Laden. They were held captive in the Philippine jungle for over a year and were finally rescued by the Filipino army; however, Martin was killed during the rescue. I was inspired by how real Gracia Burnham was willing to be in this book. She was depressed, angry at God, tired of being a hostage, almost ready to die at times, and yet the realtionship with God was always there. Sometimes her husband Martin was strong for her, and some times she had to be strong enough to encourage him. In the book, the two of them come across as real Christians, not super-saints, and yet they display what can only be supernatural (from the Holy Spirit) strength and resilience. I am ashamed of the petty worries that sometimes fill my mind. Gracia and Martin Burnham learned to appreciate what is really important: the love of God in Christ, family, and a job to do.

Jane Austen and Writing Style

Doug Wilson has a very interesting post today on Jane Austen and her writing style and how it doesn’t fit modern rules on how to write. He says that Austen uses a lot of passive voice constructions and mostly “tells instead of shows” us her characters and their strengths and weaknesses. Computer Guru Son took a writing and grammar class last year in which the teacher would not allow the students to use any “being” verbs in their papers. I assume she was trying to weed out the passive constructions from their writing. However, I thought at the time that “being verbs” are not the problem. Passive writing that does not engage the reader is the problem. These first lines from Austen’s novels may be passive, telling instead of showing, but they do capture the reader’s attention.

Pride and Prejudice: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. (Reader immediately laughs in rueful agreement.)
Mansfield Park: About thirty years ago, Miss Maria Ward of Huntingdon, with only seven thousand pounds, had the good luck to captivate Sir Thomas Bertram, of Mansfield Park, in the county of Northampton, and to be thereby raised to the rank of a baronet’s lady, with all the comforts and consequences of an handsome house and large income. (Reader: “How did she do that?”)
Emma: Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. (Reader: “How did she do that and can such good fortune possibly continue?”)
Northanger Abbey: No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be an heroine. (A heroine? )
Sanditon: A gentleman and a lady travelling from Tunbridge towards that part of the Sussex coast which lies between Hastings and Eastbourne, being induced by business to quit the high road and attempt a very rough land, were overturned in toiling up its long ascent, half rock, half sand. (What business could “induce” them to do such a thing? And what happened next?)
Sense and Sensibility: The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex. (This sentence is not nearly as intriguing as the others, but Sense and Sensibility makes up for the slow start with a great story and a satisfying ending: “Between Barton and Delaford, there was that constant communication which strong family affection would naturally dictate;–and among the merits and the happiness of Elinor and Marianne, let it not be ranked as the least considerable, that though sisters, and living almost within sight of each other, they could live without disagreement between themselves, or producing coolness between their husbands.” How did they do it?)

Elizabeth George Speare

Today is the 96th birthday of this author of children’s books, four children’s books to be exact, each one a classic. We just finished reading out loud in our homeschool two of Speare’s books, The Sign of the Beaver and The Witch of Blackbird Pond, a Newbery Award winner. Calico Captive was her first book about sisters who were captured by Indians, and she also won the Newbery Medal for The Bronze Bow, a beautiful book about forgiveness and healing set in Palestine in the time of Jesus. My nine-year old loved The Witch of Blackbird Pond, especially because she had figured out exactly who was going to marry whom about halfway through the book. (It’s a chick thing!) I think Karate Kid enjoyed Sign of the Beaver more since it was about manly man stuff like hunting and trapping and making your own bow and arrows and Indians and stuff like that. When I read Sign of the Beaver to my older children several years ago, they always asked me to read just one more chapter. I finally answered them, “I’ll read only one more chapter. But at the end of that chapter, even if Attean is hanging off the edge of a cliff by his fingernails, we’re stopping for today.” So now it’s a common phrase around our house, “We’re quitting here—even if Attean is hanging off the edge of the cliff by his fingernails!”

Join Me in Glad Adoration–Thanksgiving

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.

Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!

We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be.
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!

This hymn seems especially appropriate in an age of war and terrorism. Lord, keep us free, and enable us to give the gift of freedom to Iraq and Afghanistan. And then enable the people of those countries to use their freedom wisely.