Archive | December 2006

Advent: December 5

Barbara Curtis of Mommy Life always posts inspirational and helpful material. Go here to read a reprint of a newspaper article about a special ranch near Austin, Texas where the residents grow poinsettias.

I suppose this story is a Christmas story because it features poinsettia plants. However, it’s also an all-year-long story because God places special people in our lives year round. Take note of the doctor in the story. If you haven’t been handed the challenge and privilege of parenting a special needs child, you can still be an encourager to someone who has. On second thought, they’re all special needs children in some way or another, aren’t they?

As Donna would say, encourage one another.

Advent: December 4

The Dominion Family celebrates advent.

Cindy has some ideas for families with little children and families with older children. I like the idea of listening to and discussing a portion of Handel’s Messiah each day.

Engineer Husband wants me to come up with something to read or listen to (daily?) that will lead our urchins, especially the younger ones. into Christmas. I’m not sure what to pull out or suggest at this late date. Any suggestions?

The Year of the Dog by Grace Lin

“My favorite books when I was younger were by Carolyn Haywood– B Is for Betsy and Eddie and His Big Deals. The stories took place in school, in Betsy’s home, and in Eddie’s neighborhood. They had families and ate dinner and waited for the bus. . . When I read those books, it was as if I was wrapped in a warm hug. I saw all the things that I loved and lived— my neighborhood, my friends, and my school. The only thing I didn’t see was me.” —Author Grace Lin

So Grace Lin has written the Chinese American equivalent of B Is for Betsy. Except of course, no two authors are alike, and no good book is simply a copy of another with different characters. The Year of the Dog is a good book, in a comforting, Betsy-ish sort of way. Grace, however, instead of going Christmas caroling on Christmas morning, celebrates Chinese New Year with her family and extended family and lots and lots of food. The story begins with the new year, The Year of the Dog, and ends with another New Year’s celebration, beginning The Year of the Pig. The book is cozy and each story is somewhat self-contained, with little stories about Grace’s parents and grandparents interspersed throughout. The thread that ties all the stories together is Grace’s quest, during The Year of the Dog, to find out who she is and who she wants to become. The Year of the Dog is supposed to be good for thinking about that sort of thing.

It’s the stories themselves that are fun and revealing of Taiwanese-American culture. First of all, Grace can’t decide if she’s Taiwanese-Amercan or Chinese-American. The real Grace Lin says that this distinction was something that bothered her as a child, and I can see how it would be a puzzlement. The cultural differences in growing up Chinese in America are woven through the stories, but not intrusively so. What we’re left with is a year in the life of a little girl who is enjoying her school, her friends, and her family.

The reading level is fairly simple, so I’ve got Betsy-Bee (age 7) reading it now. Betsy-Bee’s favorite book is, yes, B Is For Betsy.

Two more things to note about this book: The cover looks better in reality than the Amazon-derived picture makes it look, and this book is one of the many good books nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.

Frankie Schaeffer Has a Blog

“For the last eighteen years I’ve gone to the Greek Orthodox Church. It was a relief to replace tyrannical simplicity with Byzantine paradox, tidy theology with messy mystery, smug certainty with forlorn hope. Nevertheless the old Calvinist preoccupations stick. God still worries me. And he probably doesn’t like you either.”

Frank Schaeffer, the son of Christian apologists Francis and Edith Schaeffer, has had a hard time growing up in the shadow of his famous parents and seems to have spent his fifty plus years of life trying to overcome the negative effects of having had parents who taught him about God, the Bible, prayer, and the Christian faith. Pobrecito. He says, “Those of us with evangelical/fundamentalist backgrounds are doomed to a lifetime spent trying to re-imagine the divine.” Maybe so, or maybe it’s just those with such a background who fail to grow up and get over their childish rebellion and disappointment that are “doomed.” I come from such a background, and I’ve certainly never felt doomed, nor could I say that I’ve ever believed that God doesn’t like me or you.

In his blog posts, Mr. Schaeffer makes fun of his parents, of their mission to explain the Christian message to post-modern Americans, and of most things evangelical. It’s all very bitter, as if Frankie Schaeffer takes it as a personal affront that his parents weren’t perfect and some evangelical Christians make decisions with which he disagrees.

“When people converted they often gave up their ‘worldly pursuits’—especially when it came to “dubious things” like being a dancer, singer, or movie maker, let alone a night club performer—for the Lord. We liked it when smart people came to believe what we told them. And the more they gave up for the Lord the better we liked it. Often they were ‘led’ by being prayed at.

Prayer was a sneaky teaching method, as in, ‘Lord please show Lynette what You would have her do.’ Translation: ‘She isn’t doing Your will now and needs new leading.'”

Schaeffer claims to know other people’s motivations, as in this instance when he says that a Jewish dancer (Lynette) who became a Christian was made to give up her ballet career by people who were “praying at her.” Of course, his mother’s prayers were never at all selfless or well-meaning, but rather sneakily designed to manipulate people to do her will or what she perceived to be God’s will. And, of course, Mr. Frank Schaeffer knows exactly what other people’s motivations are.

“Even as children we find ways to challenge the orthodoxy that surrounds us . . . Teasing Mom was one of my favorite childhood pastimes.”

Finally, here, Schaeffer tells us the motivation of the one person whose mind he can read, and it’s not a pretty sight. A child who enjoys teasing his mom about her most sacred beliefs is one thing, but a middle-aged son who can’t resist the urge to pull mom’s strings and make fun of her in public on a blog, is a sad spectacle.

“Mom would spend a lot of time telling God things he must have already known . . .”

And can any of us tell God anything He doesn’t know? What is prayer if it’s not telling God things He already knows? Is it God who needs to hear our praise, or we who need to praise Him?

I’m truly sorry that Frankie Schaeffer still has scars from his evangelical childhood; I hope he manages to find a spiritual director in his Orthodox tradition who can help him to forgive his parents their faults and short-comings and to come to a mature view of and relationship with God. If not a spiritual director, maybe a psychotherapist would help. I think the first thing either one of those people would tell him is to lose the blog. Spilling out your bitterness on the internet is not the path to healing. In fact, it could be very hurtful to his mother, who as far as I know is still living, and to his sisters and other family members. All for the sake of “challenging the orthodoxy that surrounds us?”

Advent: December 3

Father and Son



Lars Walker tells a parable of “God with us” at Brandywine Books.

I’m collecting advent/Christmas stories, true stories, fiction, even poetry —whatever I find inspirational or memorable that my favorite bloggers share this Christmas. I may put all the links together in a carnival-type post on Chirstmas. But for now I’m sharing one a day as I find them.

Do you have Christmas stories to share? Write them down for yourself and for your family. Do it now. Next year may be too late. And maybe there’s someone, maybe me, who needs to hear what only you have to tell.

Victory by Susan Cooper

This present tense fad is starting to become annoying. Victory, an historical fiction/fantasy/mystery, is set in two time periods with two main characters. Sam lives in England in the early 1800’s and sails on HMS Victory with Vice-Admiral Lord Nelson. Molly is also British, but unhappily transplanted to the United States as a result of her mother’s marriage to an American. The salinet feature of Molly’s character is that she’s homesick for England. And how do you think the parts of the book that concern Molly’s story are written? That’s right, in third person present tense. I guess it’s supposed to give Molly’s story a sense of present-day immediacy, but I found it distracting.

Aside from the gimmicky present-tense-for-the-present and past-tense-for-the-past, I thought the Molly parts of the story were mostly unnecessary. Molly’s story and her interest in Lord Nelson did add bit of mystery to the book that would not have been there without the present day tie-in. However, I found the story of Sam Robbins, a ship’s boy on Nelson’s Victory, sufficiently interesting and adventurous. Ms. Cooper weaves the historical details of life on a ship in Her Majesty’s navy in 1803 into the story in a way that gives the facts life. And Sam is a sympathetic character who lives a hard but fascinating life. He makes twenty-first century Molly seem whiny and spoiled.

From the Author’s Note by Susan Cooper: “Sam Robbins’s encounters with Admiral Nelson are not historical; they came out of my imagination, and I loved writing them. Perhaps I wrote this whole book only for the chance of meeting one of my greatest heroes.”

That love of Lord Nelson and the time period in which he lived shines through in the book. The Molly parts just don’t have the same feeling of life and enthusiasm. So I give you permission to skip the chapters that are headed “Molly” and just read about Sam Robbins and the Battle of Trafalgar, if you want. By the way, I really like the cover of the book with the picture of the scrap of a flag. If I were in a bookstore or library, I might pick up the book just because of the cover-appeal.

Victory by Susan Cooper is one of the many books nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.

Advent: December 2

Violet at Promptings is creating and sharing her own advent calendar with a special surprise for each day.

What do you do to celebrate advent? We have an advent “calendar” of sorts, a wooden Christmas tree that my father made with an ornament to hang on the tree for each day from December 1st to December 25th. We look forward to decorating our advent tree each December, and the children take turns putting an ornament on it each day.

Some families have a nativity set and move the three kings closer to the nativity each day of advent. Others use advent candles in an advent wreath to remember the season of waiting for the advent of our Lord. What about you? Tell us your story; leave a link or a comment, and don’t forget to visit Violet’s Advent Calendar each day to see her surprises. My curiosity is piqued; how about yours?

And the Winner Is . . .

Close View of Shelled Pecans in Warm Light



Laura of Lines in Pleasant Places.

I put the names in the proverbial hat and drew out Laura’s name —which seems only fair since she has been with me throughout this November Is Pecan Month Journey. I don’t know if I started any pecan cravings among the bloggers or if the Pecan Growers of America owe me a commission from their increased pecan sales, but I had fun celebrating the Pecan in November. I hope you did, too.

Laura will be receving a bag of freshly shelled pecans as soon as she sends me her address. In the meantime, check out some of her wonderful recipes and some of the other pecan posts in the linky below. It’s too late for the contest, but if you have another pecan-related post you’d like to add, feel free. The more pecans, the merrier.

1. Amy (Of Pecans and Prime Ministers)
2. Karen/Krakovianka (American Nuts)
3. Laura (Pecans)
4. Laura (More Pecans)
5. Laurie (Caramel Pecan Pie)
6. Laura (Pecans: From appetizer to dessert)
7. Girl con Queso (Life of Pie)
8. Laura (Pecan Cranberry Biscotti)
9. Ann (Pecan Pie Giveaway)
10. Meredith (Frugal Food)
11. Laurie (Pasta recipe wih pecans)
12. Janie (Dr. R\’s Chocoloate Chip Cookies)
13. Kevin (Pi-kahn vs. Pee-kan)
14. Laura (The Pecan Tree)
15. Krisann

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Two Reviews by Brown Bear Daughter (age 11, almost 12)

These two books are both among the many books nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Brown Bear Daughter is helping me as I read through as many of them as I can.

Rules by Cynthia Lord.
This is a great book. It has all the essential ingredients of a good story. A story needs an intriguing plot, an interesting main character, and most important of all, (I value this in all the books I read) it needs to make me feel sympathetic towards the characters, or it needs to make me laugh. In this case, it was both.

The story is about an autistic child. Autism is: “A mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by great difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people.” Catherine, the narrator and the sister of the autistic boy, after thinking about her brother’s situation for a long time, decides, “David (can’t) learn from watching other people, so (I’ll) have to teach him everything.” And this is where the “rules” come in.

Catherine has lists of rules for David. A few of these are, “If you want to get out of answering something, pretend you didn’t hear,” “If someone is holding something you want, ask if you can have a turn,” and, “No toys in the fish tank.”

Taking her brother to Occupational Therapy one day with her mother, Catherine talks to a boy who can’t talk back; he’s there for Speech Therapy. And this is when the real story begins.

I’ll have to restrain myself from blabbing on and on about this wonderful book; I don’t want to give away the entire story. I want anyone who decides to read this book to find out the ending for themselves. Believe me, it’s quite a story.


Julia’s Kitchen by Brenda A. Ferber.
This book, by Brenda A. Ferber, almost made me cry. Unfortunately, I was at the dentist office when I came closest to being teary, and I kept from letting the tears trickle down my cheeks because of where I was. Had I been at home, however, I would have sobbed over this sad book, because I love to cry over books and movies, though it happens rarely. It’s a great book, despite that fact that it is very pathetic. I absolutely loved it.

Cara Segal, who narrates the story, chose the name for her mother’s catering business. “Julia’s Kitchen” it was called; Julia was her mother’s name. A favorite pastime of the two (Cara and her mother) was to bake. Then Mrs. Segal dies in a fire, along with Cara’s younger sister, Jane. Cara’s father no longer seems like the man he was before the fire, and is seemingly always preoccupied and gloomy.

Cara, having not been at the fire that burned her house down and killed her mother and sister, tries desperately to piece together the story of her mother’s death, because others will not tell her, but she has little success. I really enjoyed the surprising adventure that led to the conclusion of this wonderful story.

This book includes one of the most important ingredients of a great book . . . sadness. This, in my opinion, made it an amazing story.

Advent: December 1

Christmas Stories



Joe McKeever says everyone has a story and then he tells one entitled The Brown Bag Christmas.

Today begins the waiting for Christmas, for the coming of the incarnate Lord. I’m going to try, good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, to post something inspirational for each day of Advent.

Do you have a story? That’s what blogs were made for. In this season, tell your story of how the Lord Jesus Christ has made himself known to you. Or if you haven’t experienced the miracle of Christmas, read about some other people who have, and maybe your faith will come alive through their stories.