Archive | November 2008

A Christmas Hymn for the First Week of Advent

Our pastor is preaching on the scriptural background for four Christmas hymns during this season; today’s hymn was O Come O Come Emmanuel. The hymn for next Sunday’s sermon is the following one which has become a favorite of mine since we started going to this particular church about four years ago.

Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.

King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.

Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.

At His feet the six wingèd seraph,
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia, Lord Most High!

The words to this hymn are taken from a prayer written in the fourth century, used by the Orthodox church in Constantinople and still recited by Orthodox Christians to this day. The tune, called Picardy, is based on a French carol melody and harmonized by Ralph Vaughn Williams. You can listen and learn more about the hymn here.

My plan for us in our homeschool is to sing the song each morning this week and so learn it before our pastor preaches on it next Sunday.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 1st.

Carol’s Meme for November 29th

I just found Carol Magistramater’s meme from last year for the November 29th birthday of three of my favorite authors.

1. What was the first [Alcott, Lewis, L’Engle] book you read?
Alcott: Little Women, probably. I was in a play based on the first few chapters of the book when I was in fifth grade. I was Jo.
Lewis: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I don’t associate anything special with reading this book, but I’m sure I started with the first Narnia book.
L’Engle: A Wrinkle in Time.

2. If you could be a [Alcott, Lewis, L’Engle] character for a day, who would you be?
Alcott: I’d be grown-up Jo with the big house and all the boys running in and out.
Lewis: Lucy, of course, having tea with Mr. Tumnus.
L’Engle: I’d be Katherine Forrester Vigneras playing the piano in the Cathedral of St. John the Divine.

3. Do you prefer [Alcott?, Lewis, L’Engle]’s fiction or nonfiction?
I always prefer fiction, although C.S. Lewis’s nonfiction apologetics and essays are profound and have been quite influential in my thinking.

4. Which [Alcott, Lewis, L’Engle] book would you recommend to any reader?
Readers of Lewis should start with the Narnia books unless they’re adults with a low tolerance for fantasy. In that case, Mere Christianity is the book for the nonfiction crowd. Eight Cousins is actually my favorite Alcott book, along with an immediate follow-up read of its sequel Rose in Bloom. A Wrinkle in TIme is a good place to start with L’Engle unless again you don’t care for children’s science fiction. In that case, I would suggest A Severed Wasp or A Ring of Endless Light.

5. Which [Alcott, Lewis, L’Engle] book did you dislike?
The Last Battle is my least favorite of the Narnia books, although even that one has some excellent scenes in it. Some of Madeleine L’Engle’s early young adult romances feel a bit dated, but I enjoyed them anyway.

6. What is your favorite [Alcott, Lewis, L’Engle] quote?
Lewis: “A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere–‘Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,’ as Herbert says, ‘fine nets and stratagems.’ God is, if I may say it, very unscrupulous.”
L’Engle: “Love always has meaning. But sometimes only God knows what it is.”
Alcott: “Do the things you know, and you shall learn the truth you need to know.”

7. Which [Alcott, Lewis, L’Engle] book would you like to read next?
I’d like to re-read The Silver Chair, my favorite of the Narnia books. Certain Women by Madeleine L’Engle is an adult novel about the Biblical King David and about a modern-day David, an actor who engages in serial polygamy in about the same way that David of the Bible loved many women and had many wives. I’d like to re-read it, too. No Alcott right now, thank you.

8. What biography of [Alcott, Lewis, L’Engle] would you recommend?
I haven’t read any biographies of Madeleine L’Engle, but I can recommend her autobiographical trilogy that begins with A Circle of Quiet.
For C.S. Lewis, I read Jack: A Life of C.S. Lewis by George Sayer a couple of years ago and thought it was well-written and balanced, not too adulatory nor too negative. (Reviewed here by Carrie at Reading to Know.)
Invincible Louisa by Cornelia Meigs won the Newbery Medal in 1934. I remember thinking it not a bad book at all, but Ms. Meigs’ style and vocabulary are probably too challenging for most children today.

9. Rate the ALL authors by order of preference.
1. C.S. Lewis
Lewis is the best writer and the most profound thinker of the three, the one whose work will stand the test of time. I predict that Mere Christianity, The Screwtape Letters, and Till We Have Faces, in particular, will be read and appreciated a hundred years from now.
Jared at Thinklings: Remembering Jack (2005)
Lars Walker at Brandywine Books: The Feast of St. Jack and The Great Man’s Headgear
Hope at Worthwhile Books reviews Out of the Silent Planet, the first book in Lewis’s space trilogy.
Heidi at Mt. Hope Chronicles writes about her appreciation for the works of C.S. Lewis.
Jollyblogger reviews Lewis’s The Great Divorce.

2. Madeleine L’Engle
Ms. L’Engle is the most likely of the three to have her work become dated. However, the science fiction quartet that begins with A Wrinkle in Time may very well last because it deals with themes that transcend time and localized concerns. And I still like The Love Letters the best of all her books, a wonderful book on the meaning of marriage and of maturity.
In which I invite Madeleine L’Engle to tea in June, 2006, before her death last year.
A Madeleine L’Engle Annotated bibliography.
Semicolon Review of The Small Rain and A Severed Wasp by Madeleine L’Engle.
Semicolon Review of Camilla by Madeleine L’Engle.
My Madeleine L’Engle project, which has languished this year, but I hope to get back to it in 2009.
Sweet Potato reviews A Wrinkle in Time.
Mindy Withrow writes about A Circle of Quiet.
Remembering Madeleine: Obituaries and Remembrances from September, 2007.

3. Louisa May Alcott.
I love reading about Ms. Alcott’s girls and boys even though many people, almost all males and many females, are too jaded and feminist, to enjoy books that celebrate the joys of domesticity and home education.
Circle of Quiet quotes An Old-Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott on the wearing of blue gloves.
Carrie reviews Little Women, after three attempts to get though it.
Framed and Booked liked Eight Cousins the best just as I did.

November 29, 2007: To This Great Stage of Fools.

There you have it: an impromptu celebration of three very fine authors. If you have anything to add, please leave a comment.

Poetry Friday: Prodigals and Preachers

I’m quite entranced by the poetry of James Weldon Johnson who took the cadence of a preacher and wrote it into poetry that sings and preaches at the same time. What wise words for a foolish young man: “Your arm’s too short to box with God!”

The Prodigal Son
BY JAMES WELDON JOHNSON
Departure of the Prodigal Son

Young man—
Young man—
Your arm’s too short to box with God.

But Jesus spake in a parable, and he said:
A certain man had two sons.
Jesus didn’t give this man a name,
But his name is God Almighty.
And Jesus didn’t call these sons by name,
But ev’ry young man,
Ev’rywhere,
Is one of these two sons.

And the younger son said to his father,
He said: Father, divide up the property,
And give me my portion now.
The Banquet of the Prodigal Son

And the father with tears in his eyes said: Son,
Don’t leave your father’s house.
But the boy was stubborn in his head,
And haughty in his heart,
And he took his share of his father’s goods,
And went into a far-off country.

There comes a time,
There comes a time
When ev’ry young man looks out from his father’s house,
Longing for that far-off country.

And the young man journeyed on his way,
And he said to himself as he travelled along:
This sure is an easy road,
Nothing like the rough furrows behind my father’s plow.

Young man—
Young man—
Smooth and easy is the road
That leads to hell and destruction.
Down grade all the way,
The further you travel, the faster you go.
No need to trudge and sweat and toil,
Just slip and slide and slip and slide
Till you bang up against hell’s iron gate.

Read the rest of Mr. Johnson’s poem at Poetry Foundation.

The paintings are by Murillo; the first one is titled Departure of the Prodigal Son, and the second, Banquet of the Prodigal Son.

Lisa Chellman has the Poetry Friday round-up at Under the Covers.

Thanksgiving Past and Present

Queen Bee at The Beehive was using her Thanksgiving post to reminisce a bit, and she inspired me to look back, too. So to start here are links to a few “Thanksgiving past” posts that you might enjoy:

November Recipe Roundup

Giving Thanks to God: A Blog Tour is a collection of links to some excellent blog reading from other bloggers on the subject of thanksgiving from 2007. And here are more links from 2006.

Taking Thanksgiving for Granted talks about how the habit of giving thanks may lead to true heart-felt thanksgiving.

Go here for a collection of posts on all things pecan from my celebration of Pecan Month in November, 2006.

As for Thanksgiving present, I must say it’s been a difficult year. I can’t give you all the details because many of them are personal and private, but it hasn’t been my best year. However, even if I did share why it’s been difficult, I’m sure many, many of you could tell stories of difficulties that would make mine look very small and insignificant. I know that, and I’m thankful for the things that could have happened that I have been spared. I’m also thankful for the brightness that ultimately outshines the darkness and the pain. For, whatever my troubles, I am truly blessed:

I have eight healthy children who bring me joy every day.

I have a husband who loves me truly “as Christ loved the church” and who serves our family daily with humility and without complaint.

I have a church family who take their commitment to the Lord seriously and who serve one another in brotherly love.

I have a home to live in, a home that survived Hurricane Ike with little or no damage.

I have pecans and other good things to eat for tomorrow and for every day.

(Gotta go to the store. I’ll add more later.) What are you thankful for? And to whom are you thankful?

Thank You, President Bush

I know that Thanksgiving is holiday devoted to giving thanks primarily to God for His blessings and His care for us. However, I thought today I’d thank one of His servants, who deserves a little recognition and thanks in my humble opinion.

Count me in the whatever-small-percentage of Americans today who heartily approve of the job President George W. Bush has done in leading our country for the past eight years. No, he hasn’t been the perfect president. Yes, I’ve disagreed with him on some issues. But right now I want to say thank you , President Bush for:

Standing against terrorism without demonizing all Muslims or all people of faith.

Keeping terrorists in jail who want to kill and terrorize Americans and others.

Freeing women especially in Afghanistan from the prison that the Taliban had made of that country.

Ending Saddam Hussein’s nuclear program and standing against Iran’s push to obtain nuclear weapons.

Leading us to victory in Iraq —for us and for the Iraqi people.

Appointing conservative justices Samuel Alito and John Roberts to the Supreme Court.

Championing a bill that tripled funding for combating AIDS, malaria, and tuberculosis, mostly in Africa but also around the world.

Fighting against sex trafficking and forced prostitution.

Banning embryonic stem cell research and supporting the humane, and more promising, approach of adult stem cell research.

Advocating for abstinence-based sex education.

Keeping our country safe after 9-11.

Passing a tax bill that cut taxes for every American and defending those tax cuts throughout your years in office.

Staying out of the Kyoto treaty and instead pushing for alternative and cleaner-burning fuels.

Not responding to your detractors in anger or hatred, no matter how ugly and vicious the provocation.

Jim Towey: Why I’ll Miss President Bush

I’m going to miss him, too.

Children’s Fiction of 2008: The Diamond of Drury Lane by Julia Golding

At the Theatre Royal in Drury Lane,
Covent Garden, this present day, being 1st January, 1790,

Will be presented

The Diamond of Drury Lane
(written by Miss Cat Royal)

Principal Characters
Miss Cat Royal–orphan and ward of the theater
Mr. Johnny Smith–prompter with a secret
Mr. Syd Fletcher–leader of the Butcher’s Boys and champion boxer
Mr. Billy “Boil” Shepherd–evil leader of rival gang

And a HIDDEN diamond!

With a new musical interlude by
Mr. Pedro Hawkins, late of Africa.

To which will be added a farce, in which
A HOT AIR BALLOON will land onstage!



I copied the blurb from the back cover of the book because the teaser was just as much fun as the writing in the story inside the book. Catherine Royal is an foundling of unknown parentage who lives backstage in Mr. Sheridan’s theater. She becomes involved in a plot to guard a hidden diamond as she overhears gossip that she’s not supposed to hear.

The book gives a great picture of the 1790’s for children, including cameo appearances by important personages, a look at the political issues of the time, and a vivid depiction of the cultural milieu of both the back alleys and the drawing rooms of late eighteenth century London. But history and cultural improvement were not the point of the story—the play’s the thing, as another author immersed in the theater would say. Cat would be a new and winsome addition to Jen’s Cool Girls of Children’s Literature list, and her friends and enemies in Drury Lane are a delight to get to know.

Cat warns her readers in the beginning of the book that “a different deportment is required on the streets of London than is usually taught to young ladies and gentlemen. . . . I hope you are not unduly shocked, for there is much more of the like to come.” I don’t think young readers will be unduly shocked by the violence and grit of 1790’s London as shown in The Diamond of Drury Lane, but they will be entertained and educated, both at the same time.

This book was published in 2006 in England where it won the Smarties Book Prize, a prize (similar to the Texas Bluebonnet Award) that was voted on by schoolchildren in Great Britain. It’s just now come out this year in the U.S., published by Roaring Brook Press. According to Ms. Golding’s website, there are already four more books in the Cat Royal series. The second one, Cat among the Pigeons, is available here in the U.S., and the third one is supposed to be “coming soon.”

More from other book bloggers:

Casey at Read a Great Teen Book: “Throughout all of her many adventures Cat stays true to her beliefs and her sense of right and wrong. Though Cat may be too trusting at times, she is crafty and intelligent and willing to risk everything to help a friend. The setting is richly portrayed and is accented by photographs of actual maps of London from 1790, the time when the story takes place.”

Sarah Rettger at Archimedes Forgets: “Makes me want to reread: Master Rosalind, by Patricia Beatty, another story of a girl in the theater with touches of political intrigue.”

I must add in response to Ms. Rettger that The Diamond of Drury Lane made me think of Sally Watson’s undervalued and almost forgotten classic about a girl in Shakespearean England, Mistress Malapert and the sort-of-sequel set during Cromwell’s reign, Lark. I love Patricia Beatty, so I’ll have to add Master Rosalind to my TBR list along with the others in the Cat Royal series.

Sunday Salon: Links and Thinks

MotherReader: Book Is the New Cool! I’m going to start using this slang, and my kids are either going to think I’m book —or nuts.

**********

Online Christmas Party 2008 Hosted by Lilliput Station. I think I’m planning to join in just as soon as I can catch my breath. But don’t wait for me. Check it out.

**********

Epi Kardia blog has a book give-away and a series of so-far excellent articles on giving books for Christmas.

**********

Joseph Bottum on chidren’s classics. I can’t say I completely agree with him. Little Women is “stale” and “a little creepy”? Winnie the Pooh, that philosophical genius, “consigned to the waste bin”?
Never. Still, Mr. Bottum does recommend some authors, old and new, that you may never have read or considered. And such recommendation are always welcome here at Semicolon.

**********

I’ve been thinking a lot about giving books as gifts and about helping people to find the right book at the right time and about working in a library or a bookstore. I don’t work in either one right now, and I may never do so again. (I was a librarian in a former life.) However, part of what I want to do with this blog is to help people find that book, the one they were looking for and didn’t know it. I do think that connecting reader to book is really, well, really book, and I’d like to do it well and more often. It’s a good feeling to see someone enjoying a book that I recommended.

HHBJD???

YOU ARE INVITED TO…. THE “HOUSTON HOMESCHOOL BLOGGY JOE-DOWN!”
(get it? Cup of Joe? Hoe down?)

We’ll be meeting for a cuppa something (I don’t drink coffee) on Tuesday morning, November 25th, at 10am somewhere in Houston.

Would you like to come? If so, email me for the exact secret location at sherry DOT early AT gmail DOT com.

So far, the following bloggers are planning to be there:

Marsha of Our Homeschool and Other Such Happenings.

Kelly of Wisdom Begun.

Rachel of Keep the Way.

Heather of Sprittibee.

Rhonda of Imagine.

Amanda of MandyMom.

If you’re in the area, we’d love to see you on Tuesday, too.

Children’s Fiction of 2008: Surviving Seventh Grade

Fouling Out by Gregory Walters.

Carlos Is Gonna Get It by Kevin Emerson.

Bringing the Boy Home by N.A. Nelson.

Growing up is hard to do. That’s the message of all three of these middle grade fiction nominees, and the message comes through loud and clear. Craig in Fouling Out, Trina and her friends in Carlos Is Gonna Get It, and Tirio in Bringing the Boy Home all have to pass through their own rite of passage and come to some understanding that “coming of age” involves more than just celebrating a birthday. There’s some disillusionment and some hard facts of life to face at the end of each novel, but there’s also hope for the main character/narrator in each book and for the friend/helper whose problems impel each one to maturity.

Fouling Out, a Canadian title, begins with Craig Trilosky getting more than a little tired of his friend Tom. The boys have been friends since second grade, but Tom is becoming more and more wild and trouble-prone while Craig’s thinking he might make a lot fewer trips to the principal’s office and be more popular with the rest of the seventh grade class if he stopped hanging out with Tom so much. Changing your life and making new friends and loyalty to old friendships are a few of the themes of the book, and although Craig is low-class seventh grade —jaded, blase, and insecure underneath all the sarcasm and bravado—the thematic elements carried the story in spite of my antipathy for the narrator thoughout much of the book. I wanted Craig to lose the derisive and defiant voice, but I realized as I read that part of the message of the book was that change doesn’t come overnight, that growing up is a process, and that even underachieving and somewhat obnoxious seventh grade boys may have redeeming qualities.

I remembered that lesson as I read Carlos Is Gonna Get It by Kevin Emerson. I didn’t like the narrator of this one very much either at first. In fact, all through the book I just wanted to tell Trina to quit being so self-absorbed and get a life. She and her friends Thea, Sara, Donte, and Frankie, are, at the beginning of the story, absorbed in righting petty injustices with equally petty acts of retribution: call someone a hateful name, and Thea or one of the others will trip you at recess. Carlos (not a friend), however, is so weird and so disruptive and so annoying that his actions call for a plan that will stop his trouble-making once and for all. Trina thinks of herself as a “good girl” who just has to to get into trouble every once in a while. Her friends have equally well-drawn personalities, and the way the author used the events in the story to reveal his characters’ depths was one of my favorite aspects of the book. My most un-favorite aspect was the language: lots of OMG, God’s name used in vain as punctuation. The way the characters talked was also revealing, but I didn’t enjoy it at all. In fact I almost put the book down and quit, but the final scene got me. As Trina foresees/recounts the eighth grade futures of all the main characters in the book, the story becomes a poignantly bittersweet reflection on growing up and missed opportunities.

My favorite of these three seventh grade coming-of-age novels was N.A. Nelson’s Bringing the Boy Home. Tirio was cast out of the Takunami tribe at the age of six —by his own mother who placed him in a “corpse canoe” and sent him out into the current of the Amazon River. Tirio’s maimed foot made him a liability to the tribe, and he would never be able to pass the test of manhood. Rescued by an American anthropologist, Sara, Tirio goes to the United States, receives medical help for his foot, and grows up as normal soccer-playing American boy. But he doesn’t forget about his soche seche tente, his thirteen year old test of manhood, and now seven years after he left the Amazon, he’s being called back by the spirits, the good Gods, and by his father, the one who said he was too crippled to ever become a real man.

This story, although fictional, reminded me of so many things: first, the true story of Jim Elliot and Nate Saint who died in an attempt to bring the gospel to the isolated Auca/Waorani tribe in Amazonian Ecuador. Tirio’s Takunami tribe and its customs are made-up, but the author traveled in the Amazon jungle and incorporated what he learned there into his book. I was also struck by the parallels between Tirio’s fictional experience of clashing cultures, and the experience of a boy who is the adopted son of a close friend of mine. “Noah”, my friend, was born in Sierra Leone, and his arm was deliberately mangled in the fighting that has been going on there for some time. Christian missionaries brought “Noah” to the U.S. where he was able to receive medical care and a new family. (“Noah’s” parent’s died in Sierra Leone.) Like Tirio, “Noah” has been and continues to be challenged as he tries to integrate his cultural heritage and and his new family and American upbringing.

There’s no religious teaching of any kind, certainly not Christianity, in Tirio’s American experience. Tirio continues to believe in and depend upon “the good Gods” of his Takunami tribe with no conflicting messages from a Christian perspective. I think that’s a shame and a missed opportunity because it would be an interesting conflict to explore, but that’s not the book Mr. Nelson chose to write. And the book he did write is good enough, full of descriptive passages that made my mental picture of the Brazilian rain forest vivid and with plenty of action to satisfy the most adventurous of readers.

Bringing the Boy Home is highly recommended, and the other two books are worth reading and discussing if you can get past the narrator’s attitude in both and the casual profanity in Carlos.

A list of the Cybils Middle Grade Fiction nominees with links to panelists’ reviews of each book.

Semicolon reviews of Children’s and YA fiction of 2008, mostly Cybils nominees.

Poetry Friday: Despair and Faith

“I can truthfully affirm that I never learned anything which would now be considered worth learning until I had done with them all (governesses) and started foraging for myself. I did have a few months of boarding-school at the end, and a very good school for its day it was, but it left no lasting impression on my mind.”
~Ada Cambridge Cross

Ada Cambridge Cross was a British Australian writer born on this date in 1844. She was married to the Rev. George Frederick Cross, and she began writing to make money to help support their five children. (I suppose the pastorate in Australia didn’t pay too well.)

She wrote novels as well as poetry, and the following poems are two of her sonnets:

Despair
Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near!
No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
Like melting fog the mirage melts away
In all-surrounding darkness, void and clear.
Drifting, I spread vain hands, and vainly peer
And vainly call for pilot, — weep and pray;
Beyond these limits not the faintest ray
Shows distant coast whereto the lost may steer.
O what is life, if we must hold it thus
As wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
What are these gifts without the larger boon?
O what is art, or wealth, or fame to us
Who scarce have time to know what we desire?
O what is love, if we must part so soon?

Faith
And is the great cause lost beyond recall?
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught?
Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
Is life but death, and love its funeral pall?
Maybe. And still on bended knees I fall,
Filled with a faith no preacher ever taught.
O God — MY God — by no false prophet wrought —
I believe still, in despite of it all!
Let go the myths and creeds of groping men.
This clay knows naught — the Potter understands.
I own that Power divine beyond my ken,
And still can leave me in His shaping hands.
But, O my God, that madest me to feel,
Forgive the anguish of the turning wheel!