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Friday, December 31, 2010

2011

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downward by thy flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
 
--Isaac Watts--

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Best Picture Ever

The Bookworm by Carl Spitzweg
 
"A room without books is like a body without a soul."
Cicero

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The loveliness of God's will

"God's plans and purposes for me, and for you, dear reader, were all made and determined on from the beginning; and as they are worked out day by day in our lives, how wise should we be if, with joyful certainty, we accepted each unfolding of His will as a proof of his faithfulness and love! When once I, as a believer, can say from my heart, 'This is the will of God concerning me', it matters not what the 'this' is - whether it be a small domestic worry or the severance of the dearest earthly ties - the fact that it is His most blessed will, takes all the fierce sting out of the trouble, and leaves it powerless to hurt or hinder the peace of my soul. There is all the difference between the murderous blows of an enemy, and the needful chastisement of a loving father's hand! The Lord may make us sore, but He will bind us up. He may wound, but His hands make whole. How often has the Lord to break a heart before He can enter into it, and fill it with His love; but how precious and fragrant is the balm which, from that very moment, flows out of that heart to others!"

(Susannah Spurgeon, Free Grace and Dying Love, pp. 35-36)

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

On the wise men

"Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations"

The verses above refer to the three wise men who came to visit Christ as a child, but I think we can all learn a lesson from their example. If three pagan scholars stopped their work and undertook the long journey to Palestine, can't we - professing Christians - set aside time from our work and studies to commune with God?

As usual, Jonathan Edwards has profound insight that sums it up better than I could........
"The excellency of Christ is an object suited to the superior faculties of man, suited to entertain the faculty of reason and understanding; and there is nothing so worthy about which the understanding can be employed as this excellency. No other object is so great, noble, and exalted."

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Cruelty

 Wow. The pattern companies have stooped far too low.

You can just see the humiliation on these dogs' faces.
The coolest Halloween costume ever, no?

Sunday, December 19, 2010

I greet thee, who my sure Redeemer art

I greet thee, who my sure Redeemer art,
My only trust and Saviour of my heart,
Who pain didst undergo for my poor sake;
I pray thee from our hearts all cares to take.

Thou art the King of mercy and of grace,
Reigning omnipotent in every place:
So come, O King, and our whole being sway;
Shine on us with the light of thy pure day.

Thou art the life, by which alone we live,
And all our substance and our strength receive;
O comfort us in death's approaching hour,
Strong-hearted then to face it by thy pow'r.

Thou hast the true and perfect gentleness,
No harshness hast thou and no bitterness:
Make us to taste the sweet grace found in thee
And ever stay in thy sweet unity.

Our hope is in no other save in thee;
Our faith is built upon thy promise free;
O grant to us such stronger hope and sure
That we can boldly conquer and endure.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Miscellanies

  1. I'm not a grammar nerd, but I have been taught to live in horror of the dreaded 'dangling participle.' It made my day when I found the aforesaid grammar error in my grammar textbook:
    "Although her collaborator was deceased, the Nobel Prize Committee promptly excepted its rule and awarded Dr. Yallow the undeniably prestigious Nobel Prize for Medicine."
    Hahahahahhaha. 
  2. I was curious, so I counted all the Facebook statuses (stati?) I posted in 2010. The total? The devastatingly huge number of 12. I am so addicted, I know.
  3. Apparently there is another Jane Eyre movie coming out in March. It looks slightly incredible. I like how the poster doesn't have the stuffy look most "bonnet dramas" seem to have:
  4. I read A Midsummer Night's Dream a week or two ago. Boy, the last act is hilarious! Shakespeare isn't as hard as I was afraid he would be. Don't you love those revelations? :-)
  5. I did an epic cleaning of my room last week, and I found the beginning of a little story I tried writing when I was in middle school. It's all about the incidents that a group of kids in a tiny church got into. Each character is a thinly disguised version of everyone who was at my own church at the time, and just about everything that went on in the story actually happened. It was pretty awesome reading it and being reminded of the fun times I had back in the day. So there's my commercial in support of cleaning - you never know what you may find. Ha.

    Saturday, December 4, 2010

    Some things never change......

    Even though there is in this generation a growing number of professors, a great noise of religion, religious duties in every corner, and preaching in abundance, there is little evidence of the fruit of true mortification. Perhaps we might find that, judging by the principle of mortification, the number of true believers is not as multiplied as it appears from those who have made a mere profession. Some speak and profess a spirituality that far exceeds the former days, but their lives give evidence of a miserable unmortified heart. If vain spending of time, idleness, envy, strife, variations, emulence, wrath, pride, worldliness, selfishness, are the marks of Christians, we have them among us in abundance. May the good Lord send us a spirit of mortification to cure our distempers, or we will be in a sad condition!
     John Owen, The Mortification of Sin

    Monday, November 29, 2010

    Wives & Daughters - chapters 1-10

    Sorry for not posting lately. We were really busy with Thanksgiving and such. If anybody still reads this blog, I hope you had a great Thanksgiving! Now, on with this post......


    Honestly, I haven't really found too much in Wives and Daughters so far to make up an interesting blog post. Either Gaskell writes pure narrative or I'm bad at analyzing (probably the latter ;-). So sorry if this is a pretty boring first post.

    The main character is a 17 year old girl named Molly Gibson, who is the daughter of a semi-brilliant country surgeon; her mother died when she was little. Not surprisingly, Molly & her father are pretty close. Although she has a sort of governess who lives with them, Molly lives in a slightly awkward position - two young interns live in the house to study under Dr. Gibson, and one of them seems to have acquired a fancy for Molly. After intercepting a love letter from the aforesaid smitten intern, Molly's father decides to send his daughter to visit friends for a while.
    Molly becomes pretty close with Mr. & Mrs. Hamley, the people she's staying with. They always talk about their two college-age sons, who seem to be exact opposites of each other. The older son, Osborne, is polished, intellectual, and poetic (the family has high hopes for him), while Roger, the younger, is entirely uninterested in book learning, preferring all things natural and scientific. Roger comes home to visit for a while, and he and Molly don't really hit it off.

    One day, Molly's father decides to get married again. The intended lady, a widow, has a daughter Molly's age, so you'd think the whole thing is a good idea. However, Mrs. Kirkpatrick sort of seems like a rather selfish, shallow person, and when Dr. Gibson informs Molly of the news, she freaks out. Later on, Roger finds her crying under a tree, and in a gruff sort of way, tries to console her. So I'm thinking that they'll probably become friends despite their initial personality clash.

    Like Jane Austen's novels, there's a very clear distinction in Wives and Daughters between the "commoners" and the gentry. You know there will be the inevitable Rich-girl/guy-wants-to-marry-poor-guy/girl-but-snobby-parents-interfere situation. And I find it slightly not cool how suddenly Dr. Gibson decided to re-marry. Although he had been thinking about it for a while, he literally made the decision AND came up with who to marry all while riding over to a client's house. Yikes!

    One thing about Victorian literature that always strikes me is the different and odd philosophies to be found in each book. (Alcott is one of the weirdest) Wives and Daughters is not excluded. Here's an excerpt in which Dr. Gibson tells Molly's governess how he would like her education to go:
    "Don't teach Molly too much: she must sew, and read, and write, and do her sums; but I want to keep her a child, and if I find more learning desirable for her, I'll see about giving it to her myself. After all, I am not sure that reading or writing is necessary. Many a good woman gets married with only a cross instead of her name; it's rather a diluting of mother-wit, to my fancy; but, however we must yield to the prejudices of society, Miss Eyre, and so you may teach the child to read."
    ????

    But besides these assorted oddities, I find Wives and Daughters to be a pretty good book so far. I like the everyday kind of story, not gothic novels a la Emily Bronte or Ann Radcliffe. The subtitle of Wives and Daughters is "An Everyday Story," so I think we're good to go.

    Till next Monday....

    Sunday, November 14, 2010

    I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord

    I love thy Kingdom, Lord,
    The house of thine abode,
    The church our blest Redeemer saved
    With his own precious blood.

    I love thy church, O God:
    Her walls before thee stand,
    Dear as the apple of thine eye,
    And graven on thy hand.

    For her my tears shall fall,
    For her my prayers ascend;
    To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
    Till toils and cares shall end.

    Beyond my highest joy
    I prize her heav'nly ways,
    Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
    Her hymns of love and praise.

    Jesus, thou Friend Divine,
    Our Saviour and our King,
    Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe
    Shall great deliv'rance bring.

    Sure as thy truth shall last,
    To Zion shall be giv'n
    The brightest glories earth can yield,
    And brighter bliss of heav'n.