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Join Me in Glad Adoration #8

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.

Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress.
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glorious in His faithfulness.

Frail as summer’s flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish
Our God lives unchanging on,
Praise Him, Praise Him, Hallelujah
Praise the High Eternal One!

Fatherlike He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Widely yet His mercy flows.

Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.

This hymn was sung at the wedding of the future Queen of England, Elizabeth II. The words were written by Henry Francis Lyte in 1834.

A Paean to the Pecan

'Pecans' photo (c) 2011, Thomas Quine - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/We went on our annual pecan purchasing journey today. We always take a Saturday in early November to go to Richmond, Texas to R. B. Bagley and Sons Pecan Warehouse. There we purchase an inordinate amount of fresh pecans in the shells, cracked, which we bring home and shell and put in the freezer to make all kinds of delightful goodies for Thanksgiving and Christmas and many other special days. My motto is: “Anything good is even better with pecans.” Fudge is better with pecans in it. Brownies are better with pecans. Most cookies are better with pecans. Some cakes are great with pecans added. Salads are even better with a few chopped pecans to give them some crunch. We put pecans on top of our sweet potato casserole, and I like to add a few pecan halves to the top of a pumpkin pie to improve the looks and the taste.
Did you know?
1. The word “pecan” comes from the Algonquian Indian word “pakan” meaning “a hard-shelled nut.”
2. Pecans are native to the Americas and were a major source of food for several Indian tribes during the autumn.
3. Shelled pecans should be stored in the freezer in an airtight container. They’ll keep for about a year.
4. George Washington and Thomas Jefferson both planted pecan trees in their gardens.
5. Pecans are nutritious, rich in calcium, phosphorus, iron, potassium, magnesium, thiamin, riboflavin, and niacin.
6. Pecans taste a lot better than walnuts. (IMHO)
7. The word “pecan” is pronounced “puCAHN,” not “PEEcan.” (Again, IMHO)
You can go to this website for more about the pecan.

The mouths of fools gush out folly. Proverbs 15:2

Slate asked a number of wise liberals to take up the question of why Americans won’t vote for the Democrats.

The Unteachable Ignorance of the Red States by Jane Smiley: Hang on for a wild ride. I checked back several times to make sure this piece wasn’t meant to be a parody. She’s serious. She says (among other things):
The election results reflect the decision of the right wing to cultivate and exploit ignorance in the citizenry. What Ms. Smiley is saying, for the ignorant among us who can’t quite follow her reasoning, is that Republican voters are stupid and Democrat voters aren’t. Immediately after this statement of colossal arrogance, Smiley goes on to say that her Republican relatives are greedy and full of feelings of superiority. I suppose we could argue all day about who feels superior to whom, but why bother when she is hoist with her own petard, so to speak.
Ignorance and bloodlust have a long tradition in the United States, especially in the red states. Smiley then goes on to cite frontier brawls and the blood-letting of the Civil War as examples. I suppose the people in the “blue states” didn’t fight the Civil War, didn’t bleed , didn’t really kill anyone else either. Also violence is unknown among blue state liberals. All that violence and crime we hear about in the (mostly Democrat) inner cities is just a myth. The only ones who have a “tradition” of violence and bloodlust are those “red state types.” And violence of course leads to . . . ignorance. (Or is it a product of ignorance?)
The history of the last four years shows that red state types, above all, do not want to be told what to do—they prefer to be ignorant. As a result, they are virtually unteachable. I’m lost here. Either we’re ignoramuses who let those preachers and Republican politicians tell us exactly what to do and what to think, or we don’t like to be told what to do. Wait, I get it. We don’t like liberals telling us what to do and what to think, so we’re “unteachable.” ” WHY WON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME?”
screams the liberal. “I’M RIGHT.”
A generation ago, the big capitalists, who have no morals, as we know, decided to make use of the religious right in their class war against the middle class and against the regulations that were protecting those whom they considered to be their rightful prey—workers and consumers.
Ye olde class war. Neo-Marxist thought rears its ugly head yet again. The big capitalists have no morals. The middle class is at risk of being destroyed, and religion is, of course, the opiate of the masses. If I protest that I don’t feel drugged, don’t recall being drugged, haven’t given anyone (except God himself) the authority to rule my thoughts, I am told that:
If you are sufficiently ignorant, you won’t even know how dangerous your policies are until they have destroyed you, and then you can always blame others. O.K. I admit it. You’ve boxed me into a corner, Ms. Smiley. You say I’m ignorant. You say I’m too ignorant to know that I’m ignorant. You say my ideas will destroy me. I guess I’ll just have to await destruction. In the meantime, I still believe it’s better to “appeal to reason and common sense, and the law, even when they can’t understand it and don’t respond.” Reason tells me that I’m not half as ignorant and uninformed as Ms. Smiley thinks I am. Common sense should be just that: common, and the common people voted for Bush. And the law is generally what conservatives are trying to conserve.
So we can continue to call each other names, or we can actually discuss why red state voters agree with the Republicans on issues such as the economy, the war on terrorism, abortion, and the definition of marriage. (Hint: Some of us red-staters have thought about these issues and actually have ideas about them that we can articulate and discuss. Just because we don’t agree with liberals doesn’t mean we’re stoopid.)

Thanks to Betsy’s Page for pointing out Ms. Smiley’s article in Slate.

Peggy’s Back!

And she’s praising bloggers! I love Peggy Noonan, and apparently she loves us pajama-clad bloggers, maybe even those of us who have not yet changed the world or challenged the MSM.

Who was the biggest loser of the 2004 election? It is easy to say Mr. Kerry: he was a poor candidate with a poor campaign. But I do think the biggest loser was the mainstream media, the famous MSM, the initials that became popular in this election cycle. Every time the big networks and big broadsheet national newspapers tried to pull off a bit of pro-liberal mischief–CBS and the fabricated Bush National Guard documents, the New York Times and bombgate, CBS’s “60 Minutes” attempting to coordinate the breaking of bombgate on the Sunday before the election–the yeomen of the blogosphere and AM radio and the Internet took them down. It was to me a great historical development in the history of politics in America. It was Agincourt. It was the yeomen of King Harry taking down the French aristocracy with new technology and rough guts. God bless the pajama-clad yeomen of America. Some day, when America is hit again, and lines go down, and media are hard to get, these bloggers and site runners and independent Internetters of all sorts will find a way to file, and get their word out, and it will be part of the saving of our country.

Wow! I feel important—Agincourt, yet. I know she’s not really talking about me, but it still sounds great.

Recently Read

Chu Ju’s House by Gloria Whelan. This author also wrote an award-winning young adult novel, Homeless Bird, about a young girl forced into an arranged marriage in India. Chu Ju’s House is the story of a Chinese girl whose parents are expecting another child. Unfortunately, the new baby is another girl, and since rural families in Communist China are only allowed two children, Chu Ju’s parents must decide how to solve their problem: no son to help the father and carry on the family name. The solution is to give the baby to an orphanage, but Chu Ju cannot bear to see her new sister suffer such a fate. So the teenager Chu Ju leaves home so that her sister may grow up with her own family. Most of the novel tells of Chu Ju’s adventures as travels and attempts to find her own place in the world.
A Song I Knew By Heart by Bret Lott. This novel is based on the book of Ruth, and the characters even share (or come close to) the Biblical names: Naomi, Ruth, Mahlon, Eli, and Beau. However, this book is the story of an elderly Southern woman who has been living in the Northeast. After the deaths of both her husband and her only son, Naomi decides to return to her childhood home in South Carolina. Some of the scenes and descriptions in this novel are memorable: the handprint turkeys, the “girls” quilting and playing board games together, caroling at the nursing home. The plot isn’t much, fairly predictable, especially if you know the Bible story, but the characters and scenes have stayed with me. The depiction of Southern family life and kinship rang true, and the friendships between Naomi and the members of her quilting circle were true and endearing, too. Read it when you’re in the mood for something slow, emotional, descriptive, and thoughtful.
I’ve also been reading Wodehouse again–comic relief. This one is called Thank You, Jeeves, and my American ears are rather shocked at the way Wodehouse keeps using the n— word (a group of Black minstrels plays a minor part in the action). I’ve seen the same word in Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers, and it’s always a bit jarring to twenty first century ears (or eyes). Otherwise, the book is perfectly Wodehousian, hilarious predicaments for good old Bertie and Jeeves on the spot to extract his dim but good hearted employer out of the soup.

Good Prayer

From George Grant at the blog King’s Meadow:

From now until Election Day, I am going to pray, “Lord, have mercy. Have mercy and do not give us what we deserve.”

Halloween Movies

The urchins are watching Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy. Meanwhile, I would like to know where to buy old silent movies on video or DVD. A long time ago when Engineer Husband and I were dating, my roomates and I had a Halloween party. We showed old 16mm silent films that we borrowed from the library; we used a white sheet on the wall for a screen. One of the movies starred Harold Lloyd; I think maybe it was this one called Haunted Spooks. I would love to own some of the best of these old silent movies–Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin, and Harold Lloyd. However, it probably wouldn’t have the same ambience unless we projected the movies onto an old sheet . . .

Quote from actor and director Harold Lloyd:

I’ve found that the bigger the idea under a picture, the more popular it is likely to be. Up to date I count Grandma’s Boy my most popular picture, and why? Not because of thrills, or stunts, or even laughs.
Because under that picture is an idea – that we can be what we think we are, if we have the backbone.

A movie with an idea “under it;” what a novel thought. Oh, and Harold Lloyd married his leading lady, Mildred Davis, and stayed married to her from 1923 when they were wed until her death in 1969. Another almost unthinkable idea in Hollywood these days!

The Strong-Willed Child

The strong willed child was alive and well in Puritan New England:

Her mother, while Pearl was yet an infant, grew acquainted with a certain peculiar look, that warned her when it would be labor thrown away to insist, persuade, or plead. It was a look so intelligent, yet inexplicable, so perverse, sometimes so malicious, but generally accompanied by a wild flow of spirits, that Hester could not help questioning, at such moments, whether Pearl was a human child. She seemed rather an airy sprite, which, after playing its fantastic sports for a little while upon the cottage-floor, would flit away with a mocking smile. Whenever that look appeared in her wild, bright, deeply black eyes, it invested her with a strange remoteness and intangibility; it was as if she were hovering in the air and might vanish, like a glimmering light that comes we know not whence, and goes we know not whither. Beholding it, Hester was constrained to rush towards the child,–to pursue the little elf in the flight which she invariably began,–to snatch her to her bosom, with a close pressure and earnest kisses,–not so much from overflowing love, as to assure herself that Pearl was flesh and blood, and not utterly delusive. But Pearl’s laugh, when she was caught, though full of merriment and music, made her mother more doubtful than before. The Scarlet Letter, Chapter 6

I have seen this exact look in my child’s eyes. I daresay all parents have seen it. My mom used to call it a “look of mischief” or say I was acting like a “pill.” I really think all children have a stroke of mischief in them, a strong will that shows itself in different children in different ways. Even the most compliant children sometimes get that “certain peculiar look.”

Advice from Nathaniel Hawthorne on Blogging

From The Scarlet Letter, Chapter 1, The Custom House (a chapter which is somewhat autobiographical):

The truth seems to be, however, that, when he casts his leaves forth upon the wind, the author addresses, not the many who will fling aside his volume, or never take it up, but the few who will understand him, better than most of his schoolmates or lifemates. Some authors, indeed, do far more than this, and indulge themselves in such confidential depths of revelation as could fittingly be addressed, only and exclusively, to the one heart and mind of perfect sympathy; as if the printed book, thrown at large on the wide world, were certain to find out the divided segment of the writer’s own nature, and complete his circle of existence by bringing him into communion with it. It is scarcely decorous, however, to speak all, even where we speak impersonally. But–as thoughts are frozen and utterance benumbed, unless the speaker stand in some true relation with his audience–it may be pardonable to imagine that a friend, a kind and apprehensive, though not the closest friend, is listening to our talk; and then, a native reserve being thawed by this genial consciousness, we may prate of the circumstances that lie around us, and even of ourself, but still keep the inmost Me behind its veil. To this extent and within these limits, an author, methinks, may be autobiographical, without violating either the reader’s rights or his own.

It seems to me that some bloggers have trouble with where to draw the lines in sharing personal thoughts and feelings in this “new medium” of internet blogging. However, is blogging so much different from publishing in print? Similar rules apply. Realize that anyone in the world might read what you have written, including the people you are writing about. Imagine your reader(s) as friendly souls, a sympathetic audience, but take care to preserve some “inmost Me behind its veil.” And respect the privacy of friends and relatives who might not like being the subject of your internet post–especially not the subject of criticism or true confessions. Speak the truth in love, and know when to quit blogging.

Get Some Perspective on Halloween

I’m mostly ambivalent about Halloween, not about the costumes as much as about all the candy which I have to monitor and dole out. From Internet Monk:

I believe it was Frank Paretti(sic) who recently said that from his childhood fascination with monsters and ghouls he learned to live with his own physical deformity and the isolation and rejection it brought. He learned to love himself, and to find compassion towards other hurting people, by watching Frankenstein and Creature of the Black Lagoon. How many children have come to see spiritual reality through Narnia? To know Jesus through Aslan? What lessons of good and evil are being taught right now by Harry Potter? Whether they be fairy tales or silly horror movies, the imaginative realm is a reflection of human beings’ ability to create their own worlds, with realities that reflect the depth of nature and the realities of good, evil, hope and redemption