Archive | December 2010

52 Ways to Read and Study the Bible in 2011

1. Read the Bible straight through from Genesis to Revelation.

2. Bible arcing. This Bible study method takes some practice and thought, but it is a powerful way to make yourself think about about what the text is saying.

3. Do a word study. Examples: Rebecca studies the term “mediator.”
Bible toolbox word study.
How to do a word study by Dennis McBride.
Guidelines for performing a basic Greek word study.

4. Read and consider the context.

5. Read an entire book of the Bible in one sitting. Try to understand what the entire book is about and what God is saying to you through it.

6. Focus on Jesus.

So then, from this we must gather that to profit much in the holy Scripture we must always resort to our Lord Jesus Christ and cast our eyes upon him, without turning away from him at any time. You will see a number of people who labor very hard indeed at reading the holy Scriptures — they do nothing else but turn over the leaves of it, and yet after ten years they have as much knowledge of it as if they had never read a single line. And why? Because they do not have any particular aim in view, they only wander about. And even in worldly learning you will see a great number who take pains enough, and yet all to no purpose, because they kept neither order nor proportion, nor do anything else but gather material from this quarter and from that, by means of which they are always confused and can never bring anything worthwhile. And although they have gathered together a number of sentences of all sorts, yet nothing of value results from them. Even so it is with them that labor in reading the holy Scriptures and do not know which is the point they ought to rest on, namely, the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
John Calvin, Sermon on Ephesians 2:19-22 (1559).

7. Pay atttention to literary devices and forms. Rebecca Stark reviews The Literary Study BIble

8. Enter into the mind of a Biblical character.

9. Read the Bible in chronological order. The Narrated Bible is a chronological study Bible.

10. Eat of the Word after each meal.

11. Memorize a book of the Bible.

12. Join a Bible study group at your church.

13. Journibles: write out the words of Scripture.

14. Combine exercise and Bible study.

15. Study a specific topic in the Bible: prayer, contentment, heaven.

16. Future Hope: A Bible study for the new year.

17. 5 Minutes Bible Study

18. Choose a book of the Bible or a passage to focus on for each month of the year.

19. Listen to a Bible teaching radio broadcast or podcast. I would suggest J. Vernon McGee at Thru the Bible Radio or Chuck Swindoll at Insight for Living or R.C. Sproul at Ligonier Ministries, Renewing Your Mind.

20. Subscribe to Tabletalk magazine from Ligonier Ministries. Tabletalk’s daily Bible studies offer structure for your devotional life. Bringing the best in biblical scholarship together with down-to-earth writing, Tabletalk helps you understand the Bible and apply it to daily living.

21. Each January, the Southern Baptist Convention promotes a January Bible Study of one particular book of the Bible. The study for 2011 is called The Truth About Grace: Studies in Galatians. Study on your own or find a group to study with at your local Southern Baptist church. Notes on Galatians by Joe McKeever.

22. Daily Bible Verse tweets a new Bible passage every day. Follow to get a new passage every morning. Suggest a verse to @daily_bible and they may include it.

23. Notebooking through Genesis free dowloads for homeschoolers and others.

24. Use a plan to read through the entire Bible in a year.

25. Read the Old Testament in a year.

26. Read through the New Testament in a year.

27. Listen to the Bible on CD. I suggest The Listener’s Bible narrated by Max McLean.

28. Read Proverbs a chapter a day for a month. Proverbs has 31 chapters, so it works out perfectly to the chapter for the day each day of the month.

29. The Bible in Pictures from 1922, free to copy.

29. Blue Letter Bible has a goal to “facilitate an in-depth study of God’s Word through an online interactive reference library that is continuously updated from the teachings and commentaries of selected pastors and teachers who hold to the conservative, historical Christian faith. By God’s grace and provision, BLB now offers over 680,000 content pages of Bible study resources.”

30. Read aloud daily from the Bible as a family. Reading a Psalm a day or an episode from Jesus’s life each day gives the whole family something to talk about and think about together.

31. Keep a journal of insights gained during your time of Bible study.

32. Write in your Bible. Create a Bible legacy.

33. How to Study the Bible (SImply and In Context) by Bob Gerow.

34. Daily Bread Bible Study from the book, Learn to Study the Bible by Andy Deane.

35. Meditate, pray and get help. How to Read the Bible by Charles Haddon Spurgeon.

36. Compare different translations and paraphrases of a particular Bible passage.

37. Make a list. The Commands of Jesus. Promises to the Christian from God. Names of God and Their Meanings.

38. Study the parables of Jesus. For children, act out the parable and discuss its meaning and application.

39. Ask God for wisdom.

It is a rare privilege to study any book under the immediate guidance and instruction of its author, and this is the privilege of us all in studying the Bible. When one comes to a passage that is difficult to understand or difficult to interpret, instead of giving it up, or rushing to some learned friend, or to some commentary, he should lay that passage before God, and ask Him to explain it to him, pleading God’s promise, “If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt” (James 1:5-6). It is simply wonderful how the seemingly most difficult passages become plain by this treatment.

~R.A. Torrey, Profitable Bible Study.

40. Inductive Bible study.

41. Choose one (short) book of the Bible or Bible passage and read it aloud every morning for a month. Meditate and memorize.

42. Use a Bible dictionary to discover the meanings of words and phrases in the Bible.

43. Celebrate the Biblical feast days as a way of studying the Bible by doing.

44. Look up customs and manners in a Bible handbook.

45. Look up locations in a Bible atlas.

46. Look up cross-references in a study Bible.

47. Write a summary, paragraph, poem, or essay based on the Bible passage you are studying. Write a song. Create a work of art.

48. Explain the Bible passage you are studying to someone else. Write about your insights on your blog.

49. Outline a Bible passage or chapter. Outline example.

50. Watch a Bible study series on DVD. I can recommend the following:
Dust to Glory by R.C. Sproul. A study of the entire Old Testament and its major themes, events, and people.
That the World May Know: Faith Lessons with Ray Vander Laan.
Beth Moore Bible studies.

51. Siesta Scripture Memory Team.

52. The purpose of reading and studying the Bible is to come to know and love its Author, the Lord Jesus Christ. If you have questions about WHY Bible study is important or what it means to be a Christian, try out this very brief article by Joe McKeever: How to Know Jesus Christ and Live Forever.

“John chapter 3 is a great place. In fact, the entire Gospel of John is excellent. Why not get a New Testament, and turn to the fourth Gospel (that’s John) and begin reading. Read for understanding, not to cover ground. Before you begin reading, pray this little prayer: ‘Dear Lord, help me to listen to what you are saying to me.'”

Touring the USA with Cybils Nominees

You can do an armchair tour of almost the entire USA, reading books nominated for the 2010 Cybils. Here are a few in which the setting is vivid and memorable:

Alabama: Leaving Gee’s Bend by Irene Latham. Semicolon review here. Gee’s Bend is a small town tucked into a bend in the Alabama River, and ten year old Ludelphia has never been outside her little town until she must leave to find help for her beloved mama.

Alaska: Blessing’s Bead by Debbie Dahl Edwardson. “How glorious it is when summer comes again! Glorious to be out on the open water of the summer sea in the night-long sun, watching the bright ocean drift by, dreamlike, on the smooth dark water. Watching the grassy tundra roll past us, nearly close enough to touch, thick with the smell of sunshine and earth and greenery.”
A Place for Delta by Melissa Walker. “Joseph looked out the window and saw mountains that he could not have imagined–huge jagged peaks, harsh gray stretches of bare rock, enormous rivers of ice cutting theri way to the sea–but no trees, roads or signs of life.”

California: One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia. “The green prickly house was surrounded by a dried out but neatly trimmed lawn. To one side of the house was a rectangular concrete slab with a roof over it. A carport, she said. Just no car. On the other side, a baby palm tree sloped toward the sun.” Semicolon review here. Three girls go to visit their mother in Oakland during the summer of 1968.
The Fizzy Whiz Kid by Maiya Williams. “My mom dropped me off at the principal’s office, where I met Principal Lang. He led me out of the main building and past bunch of long, rectangular buildings called ‘bungalows.’ Each one held two classrooms.” When Mitch Mathis moves to Hollywood and Cecil B. DeMille Elementary School, he does what he must to become part of the Hollywood scene.

Colorado: Finding My Place by Traci L. Jones. Semicolon review here. Tiphanie Jayne Baker is the one who’s “finding her place” at a nearly all-white high school in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado in the 1970’s.

Connecticut: Canterwood Crest: Elite Ambition by Jessica Burkhart. “Paul eased the car up the winding driveway and passed rows of dark-railed fences that kept bay, black, gray and other beautiful horses from roaming free. Even though I’d only been away fro a week during fall brak, the beauty of the campus almost made me press my nose to the glass. I wanted to take in every inch of the gorgeous Connecticut campus.”

Florida: Turtle in Paradise by Jenifer L. Holm. Semicolon review here. Take one eleven year girl named Turtle with eyes as “gray as soot” who sees things exactly as they are. Plunk her down in Key West, Florida with her Aunt Minnie the Diaper Gang and a bunch of Conch (adj. native or resident of the Florida Keys) relatives and Conch cousins with nicknames like Pork Chop and Too Bad and Slow Poke.
Zora and Me by Victoria Bond and T.R. Simon. “It had just finished raining. Grass slimed my ankles and calves. Crickets chirruped. Then a water moccasin slithered by fast like a streak of black lightning, making me jump. As I groped for my balance, the tree branches began to move all at once with the force of an angry parent’s switch, and the fear of getting caught or worse, of my mama waking up and finding me gone steadied me.” A fictional account of an adventure in the life of a young Zora Hurston.

Hawaii: Gaff by Shan Correa. “I took Honey up the hill to the back of the house. It’s shady there, with a little lawn and a grove of bamboo and octopus trees and woodrose vines back behind. Ferns and ohia trees hang onto the lava rock behind that.” Semicolon review here. I was rooting for Paul and his family to find the perfect way out of the cockfighting business and into a better way of making a living. The detailed descriptions of life in Hawaii and the occasional taste of pidgin English gave the book a regional flavor that was lots of fun.

Illinois: The Sixty-Eight Rooms by Marianne Malloy. Semicolon review here. In Chicago you can see the Thorne Rooms at the Children’s Galleries of the Chicago Art Institute. The Rooms are a collection of 68 exquisitely crafted miniature rooms made in the 1930s by Mrs. James Ward Thorne. Each of the 68 rooms is designed in the style of a different historic period, and every detail is perfect, from the knobs on the doors to the candles in the candlesticks.

Kansas: Moon Over Manifest by Clare Vanderpool. Reviewed by Melissa at Book Nut. Manifest, Kansas.
The Chestnut King by N.D. Wilson. Reviewed at books4yourkids.com. Magical adventures in Kansas.

Kentucky: To Come and Go Like Magic by Katie Pickard Fawcett. Semicolon review here. Twelve year old Chileda Sue Mahoney of Mercy Hill, Kentucky is growing up in the heart of Appalachia in the 1970′s, but she longs to travel, to come and go like magic.
Dream of Night by Heather Henson. “Shiloh has seen real horses, of course. In fields along the side of the road. But she’s never seen anything like this. A streak of black, like a dark shadow flying over the grass.” Semicolon review here. On a Kentucky horse farm, a child and an abused racehorse both learn to trust again.

Louisiana: The Healing Spell by Kimberley Griffiths Little. “The sprawling giant oaks and tall, straight cypresses gathered me inside like a mother hen hugging her chicks. Nudging the boat forward, I liked to imagine I was in the middle of my own private forest.” Semicolon review here. Livie travels through Cajun country in her pirogue in the swamps and bayous of Louisiana.

Maine: Touch Blue by Cynthia Lord. “Lifting the seaglass up to my eye, I watch the whole world change: The far and near islands, the lobster boats in the bay, the summer cottages ringing the shore, even Mrs. Ellis’s tiny American and Maine flags flapping in the wind beside her wharf turn hazy, cobalt blue.” Semicolon review here. Eleven year old Tess Brooks and her five year old sister Libby are excited about welcoming a foster brother into their family’s life on a small island off the coast of Maine.

Maryland: Wildfire Run by Dee Garretson. “Agent Erickson motioned at the hikers and slowed the car as the road narrowed. ‘Camp David is located in a national park, so even outside the fence we are surrounded by woods.'” Camp David, the presidential retreat in the woods of Maryland, is the only place where Luke, the president’s son, can almost be normal. Then, disaster strikes, and nothing is normal.

Massachusetts: Pies and Prejudice by Heather Vogel Frederick. “Mud season in New England is a total pain. It happens when winter’s not quite over and spring’s not quite here, and it’s cold and wet and drizzly and the snow is melting and slushy and the ground turns to sludge.”
The Devil’s Door: A Salem Witchcraft Story by Paul Thompson.

Montana: As Easy As Falling Off the Face of the Earth by Lynne Rae Perkins. (YA FIction) Reviewed by Ami at Three Turtles and Their Pet Librarian.

Nevada: Jump by Elisa Carbone. (YA fiction) Semicolon review here. Critter, an escapee from a mental hospital, and P.K., a runaway who just wants to avoid being sent to boarding school, find themselves hitchhiking across country to Nevada and then to California to find a place where they can share their mutual passion–-rock-climbing.

New Jersey: Enchanted Ivy by Sarah Beth Durst. (YA fantasy) Reviewed at Bookshelves of Doom.

New Mexico: Tortilla Sun by Jennifer Cervantes. Semicolon review here.
When Molly Was a Harvey Girl by Frances M. Wood. “She wanted to shut out what remained of the light. But even dimmed, the New Mexico sun was inexorable. It pushed through the cracks between Molly’s fingers. It filled her closed eyes with its brightness. It forced tears down her cheeks.”

New York: Rocky Road by Rose Kent. “Outside the evergreen trees blurred like a green kaleidoscope. Then we passed what had to be the hundredth deer-crossing sign as we headed north on Interstate 87, this dreary highway that was sending us deeper into the New York section of Antarctica. Hail was smacking the windshield like frozen turds, and the chain pulling the U-Haul was groaning like it had a stomach bug.”

North Carolina: The Other Half of My Heart by Sundee Frazier. “The streets were no longer lined with high-rises and businesses but houses—old houses with pointy roofs and porches and lots of gingerbread-type decorations painted in colors like light blue, yellow, and mint green.”

Ohio: What Happened on Fox Street by Tricia Springstubb. “When Mo Stepped out of her house, the summer air was tangy and sweet, a mix of city smells from up on Paradise and country perfume from down in that Green Kingdom.”
Nuts by Kacy Cook. “It was a warm, sunny day, so I decided to take a walk. I told Mom where I was going and headed toward the ravine near our house, where I thought I might see some different kinds of birds. I took along my life list.”

Oregon: It’s Raining Cupcakes by Lisa Schroeder. “I’d never been anywhere outside the state of Oregon. Grandma calls me a native Oregonian, like it’s something to be proud of. What’s there to be proud of? The fact that I own three different hooded coats, because it’s the best way to be ready when the sky decides to open up and pour?”
Storm Mountain by Tom Birdseye. “Primeval forests were just the beginning, she knew. The Storm Mountain Wilderness was also chockfull of deep canyons, roaring rivers, precarious boulder fields, towering cliffs, wild animals, and of course, its namesake, the treacherous Storm Mountain itself.”

Tennessee: Somebody Everybody Listens To by Suzanne Supplee. (YA fiction) Semicolon review here.

Texas: Belly Up by Stuart Gibbs.“We lived in the farthest trailer from FunJungle, right on the edge of the wilderness; white-tailed deer wandered past our home every day. A herd of six was grazing by the front steps as I returned, but they scattered at the sight of me.”
Keeper by Kathi Appelt. Reviewed by Abby the Librarian.

Virginia: Closed for the Season by Mary Dowling Hahn. “Rolling hills stretched away toward the mountains. Cows lay in the shade chewing their cuds, looking thoughtful. Now and then a dog barked. The air smelled of honeysuckle and cut grass and diesel fumes.” Semicolon review here.

Washington: The Fences Between Us by Kirby Larson. Semicolon review here.
Seaglass Summer by Anjali Banerjee.

West Virginia: Finding Family by Tonya Bolden. “Then I noticed a rack of picture postcards. Most were scenes from Charleston. Capitol Street. Kanawha Street. The depot across the Kanawha River. Those were the ones I liked the most.”

Wisconsin: I, Emma Freke by Elizabeth Atkinson. “The state of Wisconsin was wide open compared to the East Coast. I liked how everything seemed to be precisely built and organized from the neat rows of houses to the parking lots and malls. Even the trees seemed to be perfectly spaced.”

Wyoming: Little Blog on the Prairie by Cathleen Davitt Bell. (YA Fiction) “The sky was a light blue. There were white puffy clouds in it. The only noise I could hear was the wind in the tops of the trees way above us. They were everywhere, the trees, and inside the woods there was green light filtering through the leaves.”
Faithful by Janet Fox. (YA FIction) Reviewed by My Friend Amy.

Sunday Salon: Flotsam and Jetsam

Mario Vargas Llosa, recent Nobel Prize for Literature winner, gave an acceptance speech entitled “In Praise of Reading and Fiction. The entire speech is worth reading. Although Vargas Llosa still seems to think that religion, all religion, is a divisive and violent force in the world, he has come to see the horror of Marxism. Politically, he calls himself a “liberal,” in the classical sense of the word, supporting free markets and non-authoritarian government.

Good literature erects bridges between different peoples, and by having us enjoy, suffer, or feel surprise, unites us beneath the languages, beliefs, habits, customs, and prejudices that separate us. When the great white whale buries Captain Ahab in the sea, the hearts of readers take fright in exactly the same way in Tokyo, Lima, or Timbuctu.

In my youth, like many writers of my generation, I was a Marxist and believed socialism would be the remedy for the exploitation and social injustices that were becoming more severe in my country, in Latin America, and in the rest of the Third World. My disillusion with statism and collectivism and my transition to the democrat and liberal that I am – that I try to be – was long and difficult and carried out slowly as a consequence of episodes like the conversion of the Cuban Revolution, about which I initially had been enthusiastic, to the authoritarian, vertical model of the Soviet Union; the testimony of dissidents who managed to slip past the barbed wire fences of the Gulag; the invasion of Czechoslovakia by the nations of the Warsaw Pact; and because of thinkers like Raymond Aron, Jean Francois Rével, Isaiah Berlin, and Karl Popper, to whom I owe my reevaluation of democratic culture and open societies. Those masters were an example of lucidity and gallant courage when the intelligentsia of the West, as a result of frivolity or opportunism, appeared to have succumbed to the spell of Soviet socialism or, even worse, to the bloody witches’ Sabbath of the Chinese Cultural Revolution.

Have any of you read any of Vargas Llosa’s novels?

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I find these attacks on children and families very disturbing. God forgive us and heal us.
When Is Twins Too Many? by Tom Blackwell Is this where abortion-on-demand leads?

Is this vignette of the situation in France an indication of where the institution of marriage is headed in the U.S.? Christians need to making the biblical case for marriage now to young Christians because I don’t think it’s at all obvious to them anymore.

The Scandal of Gendercide—War on Baby Girls And this tragedy in the making is yet another result of our abortion-hardened culture.

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Where do you find the time (to read)? by Jessica Frances Kane I love this brief meditation on time. HT: Girl Detective. “Don’t get a dog. Decorate minimally, including holidays. Maintain no position on Halloween costumes or children’s birthday parties. Use gift bags. Shop rarely.”

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Marilynne Robinson: “I’m kind of a solitary. This would not satisfy everyone’s hopes, but for me it’s a lovely thing. I recognize the satisfactions of a more socially enmeshed existence than I cultivate, but I go days without hearing another human voice and never notice it. I never fear it. The only thing I fear is the intensity of my attachment to it. It’s a predisposition in my family. My brother is a solitary. My mother is a solitary. I grew up with the confidence that the greatest privilege was to be alone and have all the time you wanted. That was the cream of existence. I owe everything that I have done to the fact that I am very much at ease being alone. It’s a good predisposition in a writer. And books are good company. Nothing is more human than a book.” HT: Anecdotal Evidence

Heart of a Samurai by Margi Preus

John Manjiro was a Japanese fisherman who, as a boy in 1841, was stranded on an island after a storm and rescued by an American whaling ship. Heart of a Samurai is the fictionalized story of Manjiro’s life and his attempt to straddle two cultures, Japan and the West, especially the United States. The bare facts of Manjiro’s life are almost unbelievable:

As far as we know, he was the first Japanese person to set foot on American soil.

He was also the first Japanese to attend an American school, where he learned surveying, navigation, mathematics, and the English language.

In 1849 Manjiro left New England to go to Sacramento as a part of the Great Gold Rush, and he actually earned $600 working in the gold mines, enough to finance his return to Japan.

In Japan, a society at that time that was closed to Westerners and suspicious of even the few Japanese who traveled abroad, Manjiro was jailed and interrogated for over a year.

He translated the navigational texts of Nathaniel Bowditch into Japanese and taught in Japanese schools the geography, navigational techniques, English and mathematics that he had learned in the U.S.

In 1853, he was the intermediary and translator between the Shogun of Japan and Commodore Perry of the American fleet, who pioneered the opening of Japan to Western influence and trade.

Heart of a Samurai is a well written story of an amazing man, John Manjiro. And it has such a good theme of cultural understanding, showing how people misunderstand and calumniate one another as a result of pride and stubbornness and misinformation. Manjiro meditates on the lack of understanding between his native people and his adopted country:

“It actually made him laugh out loud, the idea of explaining at home that barbarian girls thought they were too good for a Japanese boy. But he wouldn’t be able to explain it, because at home, nobody knew what a real Westerner was like—they could only picture goblins with horns and fangs and enormous noses like bulbous roots growing out of their faces.

He wished he dared to run through the town of Fairhaven shaking people and saying, ‘Ha ha! You Americans think you are better than the Japanese! But the Japanese believe they are better than you!'”

I am so impressed with the historical fiction that I’ve read for the Middle Grade Fiction Cybils this year. In addition to Heart of a Samurai, here’s a timeline of some other historical fiction titles that should become staples in the history classroom and in libraries for pure enjoyment:

c200 AD The Year of the Tiger by Allison Lloyd. “During the second century, the Emperor sends the Tiger Battalion to northwestern China to repair a section of the Great Wall. Upon its arrival, the Commander proposes an archery contest. His son Ren thinks victory will prove his worth to his father. Hu, a local peasant boy, wants to win to save his family from starvation. As they train, the two boys form an unlikely friendship.” I haven’t read this one yet, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?

Late 1500’s Alchemy and Meggy Swan by Karen Cushman. Meggy Swan is a survivor. Crippled form birth, believed to be cursed by the devil, with a mother who doesn’t want her and a father who’s only interested in alchemy, Meggy comes to London and uses the resources she does have, courage and inner strength, to make friends and find a way to thwart the evil plans of a group of greedy plotters.

1692 The Devil’s Door: A Salem Witchcraft Story by Paul B. Thompson.

1841-1853 Heart of a Samurai by Margi Preus.

1850’s Emily’s Fortune by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. Semicolon review here.

1852 Emma’s River by Allison Hart. 10 year old Emma Wright and her horse, Licorice Twist, travel on a steamboat up the Missouri River.

1863 Grease Town by Ann Towell. Semicolon review here.

1887 When Molly Was a Harvey Girl by Frances M. Wood. Semicolon review here.

1890’s Wishing for Tomorrow: The Sequel to A Little Princess by Hilary McKay. Semicolon review here.

1900-1902 Zora and Me by Victoria Bond. Fictionalization of the life of author Zora Neale Hurston from age nine to age eleven. In the book Zora becomes a girl detective who tries with her friends to figure out what happened to a man who was murdered or accidentally killed in their small Florida town.

1905 Finding Family by Tonya Bolden. Another young black turn-of the century solver of mysteries, Delana must unravel the fiction from the facts in her Aunt Tilley’s family stories.

1904-1973 The Dreamer by Pam Munoz Ryan and Peter Sis. Based on the early life of Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, The Dreamer tells the story of an imaginative boy who uses the challenges in his life to become a writer of immense talent and influence.

1930’s The Wonder of Charlie Anne by Kimberley Newton Fusco. Semicolon review here.

1930’s Orphan by John Weber. When Iowa farm boy Homer finds out at age 13 that he’s adopted, he decides to ride the rails to New York City to find his birth family.

1932 Leaving Gee’s Bend by Irene Latham. Semicolon review here.

1935 Turtle in Paradise by Jennifer L. Holm. Semicolon review here.

1936 Moon Over Manifest by Clare Vanderpool. “After a life of riding the rails with her father, 12-year-old Abilene can’t understand why he has sent her away to stay with Pastor Shady Howard in Manifest, Missouri, a town he left years earlier; but over the summer she pieces together his story.” (Booklist)

1940’s Stolen Child by Marcia Forchuk Skrypuch. “Stolen from her family by the Nazis, Nadia is a young girl who tries to make sense of her confusing memories and haunting dreams. Bit by bit she starts to uncover the truth–that the German family she grew up with, the woman who calls herself Nadia’s mother, are not who they say they are.” (Amazon description)

1941 Camp X: Trouble in Paradise by Eric Walters. Trouble in Paradise is the latest in a Canadian World War II spy/adventure series. The first book in the series, Camp X, featured brothers, Jack and George, in Whitby, Ontario infiltrating Camp X, a spy training school, and then warning the army of a Nazi plot to attack the training camp. The sequels to Camp X include Camp 30, Camp X: Fool’s Gold, Camp X: Shell Shocked, this latest book, Camp X: Trouble in Paradise, set in Bermuda. Solid WWII adventure stories with likable boy heroes.

1941-42 The Fences Between Us by Kirby Larson. Semicolon review here.

1944 Warriors in the Crossfire by Nancy Bo Flood. “This taut, poetic story of Saipan, set before and during the U.S. invasion of the island in spring 1944, is narrated by the 13-year-old son of a local village chief.” Joseph’s friend, Kento, is the son of the Japanese administrator of the island. ‘As war comes closer, the two trade lessons in island survival for lessons in Japanese characters. But their loyalties are tested.” (from the Amazon description)

1962 Countdown by Deborah Wiles. Semicolon review here.

1962 This Means War! by Ellen Wittlinger. Semicolon review here.

1966 My Life With the Lincolns by Gayle Brandeis. Eleven year old Mina is convinced that her family is the Abraham Lincoln family reincarnated and doomed to play out the tragedies of that family unless Mina can do something to change their fate. When Mina’s father becomes involved in the civil rights movement, Mina comes along to protect him.

1968 One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia. Semicolon review here.

1970’s To Come and Go Like Magic by Katie Pickard Fawcett. Semicolon review here.

1975 A Million Shades of Gray by Cynthia Kadohata. Semicolon review here.

1982 Mamba Point by Kurtis Scaletta. Linus’s father works for the American embassy in Monrovia, Liberia. As Linus becomes acclimated to life in Africa he finds he has a strange and wonderful kinship with the most dangerous snake in Western Africa, the black mamba.

Virtual Advent 2010

I didn’t know when I signed up to post for the Book Bloggers’ Virtual Advent Tour that my Christmas this year would be so mixed. Maybe mixed-up is a better word. I am enjoying the traditional holiday celebrations, and at the same time they move me to tears, sad tears for things that have been lost this year. I am singing the music, and yet I’m tired of the froth of jingling bells and pa-rumpumpum. I have been delighting in the literature of Christmas (see sidebar), and yet literature has lost some of its magic for me this year. I’m having one of those Christmases.

Maybe you are, too. It’s hard to summon up a celebratory spirit when things are not quite right in your family or in your world. If you’re not experiencing it now, you remember that Christmas when Mom was in the hospital or when your son didn’t choose to come home or when the money ran out in November, long before Christmas, or when you just didn’t feel like celebrating. At least not all day long for the entire month of December.

If you’re there or if you know someone who might be, this stop on the Advent Tour is for you. And the tradition I’m spotlighting is a simple one. It doesn’t require any money or holiday spirit or food or new clothes. You just need to sit still and . . . Remember. Take a pen in hand (or a computer keyboard) and remember what it is that makes Christmas special for you, what it is you’re supposed to be celebrating. I remember a lot of reasons to celebrate, even in the midst of some heart-crushing pain. And as I write, I am remembering everything in my life that makes Christmas worth celebrating:

I have a husband who loves me and cares for our family and works hard and loves Jesus.

I have a beautiful home, and my husband has a good job.

I have running water and electricity and even unnecessary toys and gadgets like a computer and internet connection to fill my life with goodness.

My mom is now living with us, and she gives lots of good wisdom to me and to her grandchildren.

My eight children are all physically healthy and growing, and they will all be here for Christmas.

Not only that, but my children are all going to school, either at home or at college. They all have opportunities to learn and to grow mentally in the coming year.

And those same children love me and love each other and want to celebrate Christmas as a family.

My sweet sister and her family are coming for a visit in just a few days.

All of my Christmas shopping is done, and I had money to get some gifts for people that they wanted and some things that they needed. And we’ll still be able to pay our bills in January.

I can read with eyes that work (with glasses), and I can listen to music and to audiobooks with ears that work fairly well.

I have friends who drop everything to help me and listen to my woes anytime, anywhere.

I have a church where salvation through Jesus Christ is preached and where people love and care for one another.

I have had the opportunity and the resources to give to another family in need this Christmas.

But most of all, “I thank God for his gift that words cannot describe.” Even when my family and my life are broken before Him, I remember that He gave himself as a living sacrifice for my sin and my brokenness. And through Christmas and the gift of God in His son, I was healed, I am being healed, and all manner of things will be well.

Deuteronomy 8:7-18
For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land—a land with brooks, streams, and deep springs gushing out into the valleys and hills; 8 a land with wheat and barley, vines and fig trees, pomegranates, olive oil and honey; 9 a land where bread will not be scarce and you will lack nothing; a land where the rocks are iron and you can dig copper out of the hills.
10 When you have eaten and are satisfied, praise the LORD your God for the good land he has given you. 11 Be careful that you do not forget the LORD your God, failing to observe his commands, his laws and his decrees that I am giving you this day. 12 Otherwise, when you eat and are satisfied, when you build fine houses and settle down, 13 and when your herds and flocks grow large and your silver and gold increase and all you have is multiplied, 14 then your heart will become proud and you will forget the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery. 15 He led you through the vast and dreadful wilderness, that thirsty and waterless land, with its venomous snakes and scorpions. He brought you water out of hard rock. 16 He gave you manna to eat in the wilderness, something your ancestors had never known, to humble and test you so that in the end it might go well with you. 17 You may say to yourself, “My power and the strength of my hands have produced this wealth for me.” 18 But remember the LORD your God, for it is he who gives you the ability to produce wealth, and so confirms his covenant, which he swore to your ancestors, as it is today.

Christmas is about remembering. Christmas traditions are about remembering. Take some time today to remember who you are, where your family and friends are, and most of all who God is. He is a God who provides, as demonstrated in His provision for the redemption of our shattered world through the most unlikely of sources, a baby boy born in a crowded little town called Bethlehem about 2000 years ago who grew up to be the Saviour of this bittersweet world.

Remember. Merry Christmas!

This post is part of the 2010 Virtual Advent Tour – a fifth year tradition in the book blogging community which allows book bloggers around the world to share their holiday traditions with one another. Visit the 2010 Virtual Advent Tour site for other book blogger’s holiday traditions.

INSPY Award Winners 2010

The INSPYs were created by bloggers to discover and highlight the very best in literature that grapples with expressions of the Christian faith. The INSPY Award winners for 2010 are:

Crossing Oceans by Gina Holmes, General & Literary Fiction (Tyndale House)

Evolving in Monkey Town by Rachel Held Evans, Creative Nonfiction (Zondervan)

She Walks in Beauty by Siri Mitchell, Historical Fiction (Bethany House)

The Knight by Steven James, Thriller/Suspense/Crime Fiction (Revell)

Green by Ted Dekker, Speculative Fiction (Thomas Nelson)

Plain Paradise by Beth Wiseman, Amish Fiction (Thomas Nelson)

Sons of Thunder by Susan May Warren, Romance/Romantic Suspense (Summerside)

Once Was Lost by Sara Zarr, Young Adult Fiction (Little, Brown)

I was one of the judges for the Young Adult Fiction category, and I’ll be reviewing Once Was Lost and some of the other books on the YA shortlist in the next few days. Suffice it to say for now, Once Was Lost tells an excellent story of a PK (preacher’s kid) whose family endures all the stresses that afflict other families and still God is faithful, if not always understandable.

Has anyone read any of the others on the list? What can you recommend?

On the Fourteenth Day of Christmas

Today’s Gifts:
A song: Handel’s (and Charles Jennens’) Messiah.

A booklist: A review of the booklist book I’ve already requested for Christmas.

A birthday: Gustave Flaubert, b.1821, Tracy Kidder, b.1925,

A poem: Christmas Greeting by Lewis Carroll.

Lady, dear, if Fairies may
For a moment lay aside
Cunning tricks and elfish play,
‘Tis at happy Christmas-tide.

We have heard the children say –
Gentle children, whom we love –
Long ago on Christmas Day,
Came a message from above,

Still, as Christmas-tide comes round,
They remember it again –
Echo still the joyful sound
“Peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Yet the hearts must childlike be
Where such heavenly guests abide;
Unto children, in their glee,
All the year is Christmas-tide!

Thus, forgetting tricks and play
For a moment, Lady dear,
We would wish you, if we may,
Merry Christmas, Glad New Year!

On the Thirteenth Day of Christmas, Harvey House, Raton, New Mexico, 1887

In the Middle Grade Fiction Cybils nominee, When Molly Was a Harvey Girl by Frances M. Wood, a train is stuck in Raton Pass in ten foot snow drifts, and the staff at Harvey House in Raton provides refuge and comfort for the stranded passengers.

“I have sandwiches,” Molly told Annis. Gaston was sending out more substantial food. The townspeople ate too, as much as the passengers. Still, Gaston provided. “Pineapple,” Molly announced. This was a special treat, holiday fare. “Roast beef and crab salad.” The buffet was turning into Christmas dinner. Molly was now bringing out platters of ham, turkey, asparagus, pickled onions, salted almonds, roasted buttered yams, winter squash, applesauce.

“We need more coffee,” said Sissy. “I’ll fetch it, Molly.”

So many people, and yet the Harvey House provided. Colleen and Jeanette swirled through the crowd, carrying plates to the injured. Miss Lambert sent Molly back to the kitchen yet again. “The babies need milk,” Molly shouted above Gaston’s din. Susana grabbed her shawl and was gone.

Sometime during that long, long evening, a tree appeared in the dining room. Coal miners and railroaders and even some passengers carved trinkets for hanging. . . . What next? Molly wondered.

What next was Gaston. For hours he had been performing miracles. Now he left the kitchen as if on parade, wearing a clean hat and apron. The baker, breakfast cook, and two assistant day cooks walked ever-so-carefully behind him., carrying a huge tray. The tray bore a cake large enough for a wedding, but decorated for Christmas with garlands of bright red icing over white. The only way to achieve such red was by mixing in dried cocks’ combs. “He must have used them all,” Molly breathed.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading about 13 year old Molly’s adventures as a Harvey Girl waitress in Raton, New Mexico. Because Molly and her older sister Colleeen are orphans with no money left after the expenses of their father’s long illness, Molly pretends to be eighteen so that both girls can get jobs at Harvey House, a chain of restaurants along the railroad line from Topeka, Kansas to San Bernardino, California. Colleen and Molly travel from their home in Illinois to wild western New Mexico where Molly learns to work hard, and where she grows up among the railroaders and business people of the Wild West.

Good story.

Today’s Gifts:
A song: Hark the Herald Angels Sing

A booklist: Historical Fiction for Young Ladies, Part 1
Historical Fiction for Young Ladies, Part 2

A birthday: Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, b.1918.

A poem: A Child of the Snows by Gilbert Chesterton

There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.

Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
The place where the great fires are,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth a star.

And at night we win to the ancient inn
Where the child in the frost is furled,
We follow the feet where all souls meet
At the inn at the end of the world.

The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,
For the flame of the sun is flown,
The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold,
And a Child comes forth alone.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, England, c. 1930

The Borrowers Avenged by Mary Norton:

“Oh,” cried Arriety. “I know all about Christmas. My mother’s always talking about it. And the feasts they always had. When she was a girl, there were a lot more borrowers in the house, and that was the time–Christmas time–when she first began to notice my father. The feasts! There were things called raisins and crystal fruit and plum puddings and turkey and something called game pie . . . And the wine they left in glasses! My father used to get it out with a fountain-pen filler. He’d be up a fold in the tablecloth almost before the last human bean had left the room. And my mother began to see what a wonderful borrower he might turn out to be. He bought her a little ring out of something called a cracker, and she wore it as a crown . . . ” She fell silent a moment, remembering that ring. Where was it now? she wondered. She had worn it often herself.

Today’s Gifts:
A song: Joy to the World by Isaac Watts.

A booklist: 100 Magnificent Children’s Books of 2010 at Fuse #8

Birthdays: Actor/director Kenneth Branaugh, b.1960, Emily Dickinson, b.1830, Geroge MacDonald, b.1824, Rumer Godden, b.1907, Mary Norton, b.1903.

A poem: Twas just this time, last year, I died by Emily Dickinson.

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, Ratzeburg, Germany, 1799

Poet Samuel Coleridge wrote:

“There is a Christmas custom here which pleased and interested me. The children make little presents to their parents, and to each other; and the parents to the children. For three or four months before Christmas the girls are all busy, and the boys save up their pocket-money, to make or purchase these presents. What the present is to be is cautiously kept secret, and the girls have a world of contrivances to conceal it—such as working when they are out on visits, and the others are not with them; getting up in the morning before day-light, and the like. Then, on the evening before Christmas Day, one of the parlours is lighted up by the children, into which the parents must not go. A great yew bough is fastened on the table at a little distance from the wall, a multitude of tapers are fastened in the bough, but so as not to catch it till they are nearly burnt out, and coloured paper hangs and flutters from the twigs. Under this bough the children lay out in great order the presents they mean for their parents, still concealing in their pockets what they intend for each other. Then the parents are introduced, and each presents his little gift, and then bring out the rest one by one from their pockets, and resent them with kisses and embraces. When I witnessed this scene there were eight or nine children, and the eldest daughter and the mother wept aloud for joy and tenderness; and the tears ran down the face of the father, and he clasped all his children so tight to his breast, it seemed as if he did it to stifle the sob that was rising within him. I was very much affected.”

Today’s Gifts:
A song: On December 8, 1965, A Charlie Brown Christmas first aired on CBS.

A booklist: Top 10 Poetry Books for Christmas (books about writing and reading poetry) at Seedlings in Stone

A birthday: John Milton, poet, b.1608.
Joel Chandler Harris, folklorist, b.1848

A poem: Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity by John Milton.