tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72378418322222418992024-03-12T15:59:57.214-07:00The Erratic MuseBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.comBlogger420125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-13328473266330105252015-09-22T00:42:00.000-07:002015-09-22T00:42:06.784-07:00New BlogJust in case any of you old, faithful ones still visit this beast, I have officially moved here:<br />
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<b><i><a href="https://libertybound1.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Liberty Bound</a></i></b><br />
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Here's something else I worked on last year:<br />
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<b><i><a href="http://www.ukrainetoamerica.com/" target="_blank">Your Home and Mine</a></i></b><br />
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Goodbye, <b><i>Erratic Muse.</i></b> You were a comfort and challenge in your day. :-)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-82486477777545355422013-03-29T06:10:00.000-07:002014-06-05T17:19:24.557-07:00Indefinite Break (if you couldn't tell)I thought I should tell you that <i>The Erratic Muse </i>has officially gone to rest. Thank you all for your many encouraging words and thought-provoking discussions. Although I think I would be mildly horrified to go back and read all the things I've posted (and probably disagree with myself at least a quarter of the time), you have all been very grand. :-)<br />
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<i>The Erratic Muse </i>definitely helped me flex my writing muscles for the last several years. Now there are too many other writing opportunities crowding for attention. I am so thankful! As things go along and I reach different stages, perhaps there will be an opportunity to revisit, but for now I'm going off the charts. Email me so we can stay in touch! :-)<br />
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Thank you, awesome people!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-55431877061991012462013-02-13T06:00:00.000-08:002013-02-13T06:00:07.386-08:00Life - Word Love<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #181818;">My
love story with words has been a long, gradual one. Sometimes it's
frozen me and I haven't been able to write anything, sometimes it's
freed me to try bizarre ideas, some which flopped infamously, others
that failed a little less. :-) It has been a gift to become more
conscious of the art and beauty in lines, sentences, and paragraphs.
Somehow, I want to keep reading poetry, underlining amazing things,
studying Latin, reading aloud, pirating the dictionary, and
memorizing and studying all those crazy things which come wrapped in
language. I don't know how to wield something so big as a word, but I
want to try. </span>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Most
of all, I am speechlessly grateful and amazed for the Bible. I am so
clumsy and ignorant with such a gift. What a blessing each of us
have—the full portrait of Christ in Living Words. We can pick it up
anywhere and at anytime and we have hundreds of wise, encouraging,
exciting books from dedicated saints who gave their lives to study
and live now and in the past. All of this—and still, I fail to
enjoy, be fed by, and depend on the Word of God in my daily life. How
can I be one of God's little words, incarnate in the world, if I do
not know the model I am fashioned after or the character of my
Creator?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Unbelievably,
my God is a God of mercy, who still changes and satisfies me when I
finally go to His Word and see He has been driving me there this
whole time. May our lives be truly dedicated to the best
gift of all—the true Word. Life. </span></span>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-73884264323465977952013-02-06T06:00:00.000-08:002013-02-06T06:00:01.989-08:00The Best - Word Love<br />
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
do not think anything can make us more in love with words than the
Bible. Dig into the living Word and suddenly language becomes so
beautiful and powerful, we realize we need more than the rest of our
lives to begin to understand it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Something
that I've heard a lot of different ways suddenly came to a head in a
remark I heard in a sermon from Tullian Tc</span></span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 24.545454025268555px;">hividjian</span></span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%;">. What the Bible says, and
how it says it, reflect and build off one another. He was talking
about Colossians. The first section is about what God has done for us
and the second on what that means about how we should live. We can
see this in all of the Apostle Paul's epistles. The physical
definitions of the words say that God initiated and changed us first--but
so does the actual structure. We can see this all over the place in
other structures and chiasms. Sometimes words are flat on paper, but
with study we can seem them in 3D. I wonder what they'll look like
when we can really see them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #181818;"> The
Bible is packed. God didn't give us a book we can read, put under our
belt, and move on from. He also didn't give us something to crack our
heads on. He wants us to read, but not just because we need to prove our
commitment and daily acknowledge our need for Him. Instead, He gave
us something that takes time, research, and study because He loves us
so much that He wanted to give us the greatest gift of all—a lifelong,
growing relationship with The Word. An endless gift of beauty,
knowledge, and life. The gift that continually gives. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #181818;"> By
The Word and through The Word, all things are being held together.
When God speaks, physical things come into an existence. We are words
He spoke, and His speaking is continually creating us and writing our
lives. But this Author is also outrageously involved and generous to
His characters. He turns around and hands us this powerful thing
we call language and says, <i>now you try</i>. </span>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-43641881141253943352013-01-30T06:00:00.000-08:002013-01-30T06:00:11.604-08:002012Current trends suggest that every year is both harder and more amazingly wonderful than the last. Such was true of dear 2012.<br />
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For time and sanity I'm going to be brief. Also, I'm going to try not to be sentimental, because this year was so packed and wonderful I could easily torment you with my feelings. ;-) And I feel like I already did that raving about various New York adventures. Then there was Aisha's wedding and Family Camp and Rachel's visit and a thousand other things that were so very close to perfect, they may be dangerous to talk about.<br />
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Here are twelve brief thoughts from last year in no order of importance. They are also thoughts I want to remember and remind myself of for shiny, new 2013.<br />
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1. Feed your brain always. When I feel dead, beat down, foggy-headed, what I probably need is a good dose of something thick and chewy like Ecclesiastes or John Donne.<br />
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2. History is one of the most exciting things in the world. The end.<br />
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Postscript- In history we see don't just what people believed but how they believed it, not just with their heads but with their hands, their feet, their blood, their souls.<br />
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3. I used to think that things needed to be saved, especially creativity or special moments, but now I know God is enough and way bigger than any plans or ideas I can possibly have in mind. God lavishes ridiculously and does not let us get over thrills, but only gives us deeper, crazier ones.<br />
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4. God cares about the fatherless, the widow, the orphan...the lonely, the hungry, the hurting. I know this because I have felt it, and I must be reminded because I need to care about these people too. Sometimes they are not who I thought.<br />
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5. God is about filling up. We should be about pouring out.<br />
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6. People are not trustworthy, but the Holy Spirit working in them is. The only important thing is the work of Jesus in someone. Not where they have been or what they have done. This is the only way to have a relationship of trust.<br />
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This <i>was</i> head knowledge for me. I say, in God we trust...but now I'm trying to live like it is true.<br />
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7. Don't tear it down. I need to care enough about it to build it up if I think something is wrong. Don't run over the people who are trying, instead dig in with them and get my hands dirty.<br />
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8. Jesus is the Mediator...of everything. He is the quickest way, and often the only way, between two people.<br />
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9. Our hearts should become bigger and more squishy with each sorrow and joy, not harder. Jesus has given us the answer to suffering and shown us the wildness of joy.<br />
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10. We're supposed to love in a way that means getting hurt. And we can afford it because we have all we need. Love like Jesus. Bleed.<br />
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11. The Church, the Body of Christ, my dear brothers and sisters, is a more massive blessing than I can ever fathom. God has taught me so much through you all, particularly you in my own physical church. Your impact on my life and the love you lavish on my often thick and ungrateful skull is quite beyond my comprehension. The conversations, encouragement, and exhortation I have been given this year has been a huge part of the complete, devastating blessing of 2012. God is so good. And He so often works through imperfect but loving, gracious hands.<br />
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12. The Gospel is freedom. Live and fight and dance in that.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-73796162422559646692013-01-11T13:15:00.000-08:002013-01-11T13:23:19.304-08:00Other ThingsSo, I hope you all had an amazing and blessed New Years and Christmas! The Erratic Muse has been quiet on such subjects, but not because they haven't been magnificent.<br />
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Here are a few things-<br />
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-Thank you for your comments and emails on my <b><i>Les Miserables</i></b> <a href="http://theerraticmuse.blogspot.com/search/label/LesMiserables2012" target="_blank">reviews</a>. It was encouraging and interesting to hear different opinions. I've been able to see it three times now, and I am quite sure it is quite good. ;-)<br />
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-Here is a good review on<a href="http://bobbixby.wordpress.com/2013/01/05/miserable-means-miserable/" target="_blank"> Les Miserables</a>. Excellent thoughts about Javert and Russell Crowe.<br />
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-My sister finally posted about our <a href="http://www.susannahhope.com/2013/01/new-york-city.html" target="_blank">October New York Trip. </a> (See <a href="http://theerraticmuse.blogspot.com/2012/11/new-york.html" target="_blank">my post.</a>)<br />
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-Last Year/New Year post in the works.<br />
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Have a wonderful weekend!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-51722139748232335812013-01-02T20:49:00.000-08:002013-01-11T13:22:16.491-08:00Les Miserables (2012)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>Les Miserables</i></b> is a beautiful story and has withstood many interpretations and
productions. Somehow, even with the disturbing zeal to bury the story of
redemption in the 1998 previous feature film, by Billie August and Rafael Yglesias, it retained portions
of the thrilling hope of Victor Hugo's 1,500 page novel.<br />
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musical, however, that took the story and shamelessly dug out the themes and
belted out the epic of grace and forgiveness across 42 countries in 21 languages.
Last year marked the 25th anniversary. A new live
performance traveled through Cinemas and a breathing cast appeared in concert
halls throughout England and the US. Tom Hooper was working on his
mountainous task--turning the well-beloved musical into movie. Something that would explain
and present the story to thousands who'd never heard it, as well as die-hard,
jealous fans. He is pretty crazy.<br />
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The finished product exploded
on Christmas Day. Tom Hooper and our grand knight, Sir Cameron Macintosh, once again proved
themselves (above and beyond Peter Jackson and other ambitious individuals who
seize a powerful story in new love and best intentions and flail to present it
to the public, missing and mutating the very elements that probably attracted them...ahem. We still love them anyway).<br />
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This new musical movie of <i><b>Les Miserables</b> </i>presents the story in all of its gritty, offensive love, grace, and hope. With melody, words, and screen, the movie is able to highlight and draw out the beautiful symbolism and themes, something many of us haven't trained ourselves to do on our own. You forget you're in a musical and only find yourself in a grand epic which is, at the same time, the personal story of each of us. This rendition was done in an adventurous way, all of the singing recorded during filming and on set, much of it straight at the audience. The factory women accuse <i>us.</i> Fantine begs<i> us</i>. There is no sparing our emotions or allowing us to hold it at arm's length--all the grit and the grace are right there, sometimes yelling, sometimes drawing us into the screen.<br />
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With all it's realism, it goes a little far, making the movie harder to enthusiastically recommend. As you could expect, the scenes with dissolutes and prostitutes lead to unnecessary content when performed as a complete screenplay. There is at least sixty seconds that none of us needed, even if it jolts us out of our comfortable, clean ignorance or indifference to things occurring today in our own cities...<br />
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Anne Hathaway gives everything she has to her performance of <b>Fantine </b>and left me absolutely speechless. Even if you are a Hathaway hater (which I have been) you have to admire how much of herself she pours into this character. Yeah...still pretty speechless on this.<br />
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Hugh Jackman also dug into his role. If you cringe at his voice at the beginning, it is because he starved himself to look and feel more like a laboring convict for the first shot. He improves over time and while there have been better voices, I whole-heartedly adore his <b>Jean Valjean</b> (even if<i> </i>you dread <i>"Bring Him Home"</i>). His soliloquy and last scene sacrifice things that can very well be sacrificed to bleed all the soul and life and struggle and longing. Outstanding.<br />
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But even with all his superb acting, Hugh Jackman is not Colm Wilkinson, so for dedicated <i style="font-weight: bold;">Les Miserables </i>fans, Wilkinson's appearance as the <b>Priest </b>is both exciting and satisfying. It also gloriously draws out how, through the Priest's kindness, Jean Valjean turns and becomes like the Priest. How Christ sacrifices and cares for us--recreates us into little Christs becoming more like Himself, and sends us out to show His Character and grace to the world.<br />
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Also <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=039td1lNrwU" target="_blank">this</a> should comfort <i style="font-weight: bold;">Les Miserables </i>zealots and please Colm Wilkinson fans.<br />
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Aside from the live performance, Aaron Tveit was the best <b>Enjolras</b> I've seen. He probably didn't have the best voice, but all his vibes were spot on. I fell in love with the whole revolution preparation scene in a completely new way. His life and complete character--how it was contrasted and shown against others and how he inspired and loved his brothers, may have been my favorite and freshest part of the movie. Some may say his end was a little over the top, but if you dig into many historical biographies, you can find that many endings are similarly over the top and ridiculously epic. <br />
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<b>Marius</b> was a great rich kid. <b>Cosette,</b> despite deep-rooted loathing for Amanda Seyfried, may have been my favorite interpretation yet. Both seemed appropriately unlikable and newbish at the beginning but hopeful characters by the end. They were presented as I saw them in the story.<br />
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Although Eddie Redmayne's voice does not reach godlike status (who can compare with Micheal Ball?), his "<i>Empty Chairs and Empty Tables" </i>is acted and sung in a way to wring your heart.<br />
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I'd seen Samantha Barks as <b>Eponine</b> before, but this screen version made me sympathize and fall in love with the character for the first time. And, unlike much of the cast, I have no hesitations about her voice.<br />
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The true test came with <b>Javert. </b>My first introduction to the <b><i>Les Miserables</i></b> musical came from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFr6nk4ry4Y" target="_blank">Philip Quast version of Javert's soliloquy</a>. It instantly rocked my world and has continued to do so ever after. The character of Javert created my original love and devotion to the story many years before and has probably influenced me above and beyond just my writing.<br />
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All my backstory with the Inspector made Russell Crowe's performance imperative to any joy or horror I would get out of the movie. His first singing attempt actually was a little distressing. He improves over time and does interesting interpretations of his two solos. His acting is phenomenal and I feel like he really entered into the character and understood him. His performance is almost as opposite to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yo99b5G8bw" target="_blank">Norm Lewis</a> as anyone with the same lines can present. Russell Crowe paints a more passive character with considerably less gleeking and more unspoken conflict. He is a little soft, in all respects, but I actually loved his embodiment of so complex a character. Of course, he is not the only right and perfect portrait and his voice, even with everything else he adds to the character, is nothing exceptional and still cannot be compared to Philip Quast.<br />
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The scene right before Javert starts his soliloquy was disappointing. They switch it up so Jean Valjean leaves basically in defiance (also, covered in a little too intense of sewerness). I understand how this might have made the scene switches and all easier, but it was almost an unforgivable sin.<br />
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The only other dissatisfying scene for me was the end. Although when you
learn the history, the last scene makes more sense, even a successful revolution
hardly gives Fantine, Gavroche, or Valjean the hope and deliverance they need
and long for. This finale piece is much bigger and seemed trivialized and
disconnected from the thirst we all have and the song of victorious hope in the
souls of all who have been driven to the light. A disappointing scene to finish
a glorious story. But perhaps if they'd wrapped it up in all it's
heart-throbbing glory no one would have been able to walk out of the theater
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Of course there are portions left out and others jumbled. There is a new song and theme added written by the original creators who were all involved with the movie. The new content highlights Jean Valjean and Cosette's father/daughter relationship. It feels almost Disneyish in a few moments, but gives a break from the intensity of the rest of the movie. I already had mountainous respect for Tom Hooper and now it will last forever. What a massive task to turn a successful musical into a cohesive, powerful screenplay. The hard work and dedication by the entire cast and crew is unbelievable.<br />
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There will be more <b><i>Les Miserables</i></b>, some which will perhaps dig deeper
and soar higher, but this movie captures the spirit, raw soul, and devastating
grace. The best stories can and should be told in many ways, shapes, and forms. If you can deal with the grit or know when to go get a popcorn refill, go
see it.<br />
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Come back and tell me what you think. :-)<br />
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There is so much more that can be said. Hopefully <a href="http://lmswriting.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lauren</a> will say some of it soon. If you go see it, look for crosses (obvious and camouflaged), new creation/covenant and old world/covenant themes, reoccurring musical melodies, and contrasting reactions and characters.<br />
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Also see this post - <a href="http://theerraticmuse.blogspot.com/2012/12/comfort-and-confrontation-for-us-les.html" target="_blank">Comfort and Confrontation for us Les Miserables Snobs</a><br />
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<b>Artists be encouraged.</b> Work done this well and
with such a proclamation of truth will last, spread, and send tremors throughout
the world. We are changed by just such things as these.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-78608852364383049972012-12-28T22:57:00.000-08:002013-01-11T13:22:34.419-08:00Comfort and Confrontation for us Les Miserables Snobs <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My initial reaction to news of the movie was horror and panic. None of the actors were right and I was sure none of them could possibly sing and everything would be ruined and destroyed. But as I continued to see more and more information on the movie, I started to become fearfully hopeful, or at least less fatally pessimistic.<br />
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It was the same for many hardcore Les Miserables fans--the movie was terrifying. So many things could go wrong. Some things would obviously have to be sacrificed and new things would be added. Also, it would be in the hands of the common man to critique, under-appreciate, misunderstand, or, worst of all, paste on fashion journals and Claire's jewelry. It was something we cherished and hoarded, something we wanted to share with a select few and could only be adored after careful study and loving care.<br />
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Eventually it was brought to my attention my attitude reeked and, after almost a week of butterflies and in trembling, almost hysteric anticipation, I went to the theater Christmas evening. I couldn't process it to begin with. I couldn't talk about what had just happened and I certainly couldn't discuss anything else. I went home and sat in the middle of my floor and stared at the wall. </div>
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I'm still mostly speechless and haven't been able to formulate a true review even with many attempts. If it wasn't for my family, I might still be leaning my head against a theater chair and rocking back and forth with occasional groans and gasps. </div>
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<i><b>Les Miserables</b></i> will be treated lightly by many, laughed at by others, and offensive to some, but I think most will emerge from the dark movie theater into the world, shaken up and a little uncomfortable, with a new sense of awe and wonder. Such is my case. </div>
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The story<i> </i>is sure to be talked about, discussed, seen, appreciated, and yes, under-appreciated too. But the important thing is it's getting shared and spoken and screamed and played out in front of people's eyes and in people's souls. Perhaps our hesitation or inability to discuss or share it with one another is because it's akin to becoming stripped of everything we have and shown the true story of our own selves--hopeless, angry, alone, sinful, black. This is who we were, with rotten teeth or a pressed inspector uniform, and then something bigger--mercy, love, grace, light--the painful, tireless, devastating love of God. Yes. It means misery and death, but it also assures us that even the darkest night--the sin of our own souls--will end, crucified to a cross, and the Sun will rise. </div>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-79346793816123316672012-12-15T16:08:00.001-08:002013-01-11T13:19:05.834-08:00December 15, 2012What do we do in times like these?<br />
What did we do yesterday and the day before?<br />
We sat and talked of hope and lived in comfort,<br />
Waiting for the Christ Child to be born.<br />
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Today tragedy woke us in gunfire.<br />
We stare broken and confused,<br />
And tomorrow, again, children will be swallowed in death,<br />
Waiting for the Christ Child to be born.<br />
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We sit behind closed doors and chafe,<br />
Or walk along the street and feebly cry hope.<br />
We ask each other how all this could happen,<br />
Waiting for the Christ Child to be born.<br />
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What do we do in times like these?<br />
Nothing. Just like yesterday when we were free.<br />
Hope has turned to talk and flight.<br />
When will our Christ Child come?<br />
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Open our doors and hearts,<br />
Bring us to our knees and tears.<br />
Send us out to a foreign world,<br />
Fill us with warrior love.<br />
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Comfort, comfort your people, Lord,<br />
But only with the comfort that fights.<br />
Give us hope reborn that lives<br />
Declaring the Christ Child is born.<br />
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Give us faith that carries sickness, loneliness, and death.<br />
Make us hear the singing host<br />
And ring the bell of peace.<br />
Joy will conquer every ill.<br />
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Our Christ Child is among us still.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-49297441991773770012012-12-12T20:46:00.000-08:002012-12-13T14:44:14.665-08:00Underlining - Word Love<br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 150%;">The
next chapter was my mountainous internal struggle with underlining.
I am a purist and I also believe authors are frequently treated like
dirt. Reading the end of the book is judging without a hearing.
Singing music while you read is yelling while someone is trying to
talk to you. And underlining is making something stand out the writer
chose not to put in all caps, bold, or italic. Marring the pages with
your own notes is distracting and doesn't allow you to hear the
author's whole thought. You know, these sorts of convictions. So my
reading system for several years was reading a book straight
through then going back a second time to write out quotes and notes.
If a book was worth reading once, it was worth reading twice.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /> My
first leap of conscious occurred in desperation. I'm a painfully slow
reader and had about seven books lined up for notes and several
shelves full of books that hadn't been cracked yet. I started a book
I needed to complete, start to finish, in a week. I should have, but
I didn't have any respect for the particular author and so I closed
my eyes and made the first incision. I began to underline with a big,
bold pen. I realized it made me pay attention to word arrangement and
train of thought in new ways. Taking notes became entirely different
somehow and suddenly I was aware of the author's word choice and
order, both in areas that were aggravating and thrilling. <br /><br /> There
are still some books that should be committed to memory and
untouched, others where post-it tabs are vital, but many books are
best served and used with respectful, careful underlining. Sometimes
I even write questions and notes in the margins. </span></span>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"> I
wonder how much more I would have learned if I'd given in sooner...
Most of the time being a purest and perfectionist is an excuse not to
learn or use something for its proper purpose.</span></span></div>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-79621942284984174332012-12-05T06:00:00.000-08:002012-12-05T06:00:04.549-08:00Poetry - Word Love<br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%;">I
started a post a long time ago about words and how much I'd been
learning about our mutual feelings for one another. Now I feel like
the relationship has become far more serious. In fact, I think it
will be a love </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 24px;">affair</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%;"> that will take a lifetime, and even at the end
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used to think I loved writing and books. It was true, but in a quest
to make myself fall in love with poetry, I realized I'd really
enjoyed the stories and ideas. I hadn't actually been listening all
that closely. Poetry was a discipline at first, but soon it became a
rampant obsession. Perhaps the quickest way to become intimate with
words is through analyzing, editing, and writing poetry. And so I
took the leap. :-)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">John
Donne shoulders great responsibility for my quick spiral in the last
four years...but he led to other discoveries. I'm not sure how
interesting or helpful it will be, but for the next bit I hope to
post some of what people have been patiently teaching me about words.
Please feel free to contribute and comment on things you've learned
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-77383252580874906682012-11-28T15:01:00.002-08:002012-11-28T15:02:01.722-08:00Stories are Soul FoodThis <a href="http://www.epm.org/blog/2012/Nov/28/fiction-feeds-souls">N.D. Wilson post</a> has been around a few times, but I recently re-read it and have been thinking on it since.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-70677839124585956932012-11-21T06:00:00.000-08:002012-12-04T19:29:53.696-08:00Saturday night meditation...<br />
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Give me love that is daring,</div>
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Make my roots deep and grounded,</div>
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always thirsting for you.</div>
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Teach me to long for something bigger,</div>
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Thrust me in the refiner's fire,</div>
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always beside me and with me.</div>
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Use me in this scene you are always
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feed my lines and my cues patiently,</div>
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show me a glimpse of the story.</div>
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Just don't leave me to flat comfort or
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never let me outlive my love for you,</div>
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forever fill me up and pour me out.</div>
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I've visited Pennsylvania many times and she is the very best in October (or so my mildly limited experience tells me). Oregon fall is beautiful because there are deciduous trees and evergreens setting each other off in amazing ways. Also, there is Portland. But Pennsylvania is stunning because it almost entirely sheds summer onto old, expectant graveyards, brick buildings, and long driveways. Yeah, we'll have to talk more about Pennsylvania another day...</div>
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This year, I met New York City. And then I came back for a visit and to see just how she looked in the fall.<br />
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-The death march of the abundant suitcases and treasure hunt for the subway elevator.<br />
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-Phantom of the Opera. Hated the movie. Loved the musical. Once in the second row and once along the wall of the balcony. </div>
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-Reading about someone walking down King's Highway in my Potok's words while the Subway pulled away from the King's Highway station.<br />
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-Seeing friends before and after their wedding. God did something mysterious and is doing something awesome with that grounded romance. J+J, you guys are real and beautiful!</div>
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-Worshiping and fellowshipping with newly met brothers and sisters and in a dozen different accents.</div>
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-Listening to a concert in a crowded park feeling very pale and uncharaismatic. </div>
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-Watching Aisha spazz in the Lindt store. </div>
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-Listening to Dylan's <i>Tempest </i>in the airplane, the train, the subway.<br />
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-Sushi in Little Italy. Yes, we went to Little Italy twice and ordered sushi. But don't worry, we experienced the Italy-ness as well. The best pizza I have ever tasted was down the street. I thought I was ordering a slice and they brought me a whole pie. I'm told their desserts were good too. Also, much energy and arm waving from Italian waiters. </div>
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-Tasted gelato for the first time ever. Two scoops of it made out of fresh milk, chopped mint leaves, squeezed lime, and white rum. First ice creamy substance since October 2010. Not that I'd remember...</div>
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-Nearly getting run over by individuals jogging with strollers across the Brooklyn bridge...</div>
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-Lingering over Memling, Caravaggio, and hundreds of other gifted, amazing paintings. Like this <a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/Collections/search-the-collections/110001165">one.</a> Or this <a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/Collections/search-the-collections/110005389">one</a>. And so many others. Makes you think about things differently. Makes you see how important art is.<br />
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There were a thousand other things too, of course. My idea of seeing the world is going somewhere and really living there for awhile. Holding still and absorbing it. Writing in it. Reading in it. Talking in it. Listening to the violinists under the bridges and standing in the dirty ocean.<br />
But since my Mumsie is an expert planner and efficient world traveler, this last time in New York we saw so much! It was pretty amazing. And I am thankful. :-)</div>
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We were there just a few days before Hurricane Sandy. Please keep all the people who's lives have been so changed in your prayers. It's going to be a mess for a long time, and there will be scars left over.</div>
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Please pray for <a href="http://kingschapelnyc.org/" target="_blank">King's Chapel</a>, Pastor Troy, and all the saints there who are laboring to help those effected by the storm. They have been and will be continuing to proclaim the Gospel in a tough missionary field.<br />
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Thanks for reading,<br />
Bethany<br />
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Pictures from my<a href="http://www.susannahhope.com/"> amazing sister.</a> She'll be posting much more about NYC sometime, I'm sure. </div>
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-81939561495098978442012-11-12T18:08:00.000-08:002012-11-12T18:08:08.317-08:00SeasonsAs it may appear unto you, I am neglecting this blog very successfully. <div>
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The last few months have included the following-</div>
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Flying back and forth across the country a few times, shady bus rides while whispering of deep things, some inauspicious writing, big talks across little coffee tables, unassuming sunsets, and many glorious sunrises. </div>
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Wise words from wrinkled people, baby people, and middeling people. </div>
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Many hours and slow going through new and old work. Fresh ideas and ancient projects. </div>
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Soundtrack of Donne, Herbert, and Auden. Bonhoeffer, Chesterton, and Lewis. Wright, Goff, and Leithart. Potok, Bradbury, and Wilson. </div>
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I fully intend to post on Wednesdays from this day forward. Perhaps I shall talk about New York City in one whole blog post cliche. That will be fun. </div>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-39665609092791972312012-11-01T00:31:00.001-07:002012-12-04T19:30:43.231-08:00God Moves in a Mysterious Way - William CowperGod moves in a mysterious way<br />
His wonders to perform;<br />
He plants His footsteps in the sea<br />
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Deep in unfathomable mines<br />
Of never failing skill<br />
He treasures up His bright designs<br />
And works His sovereign will.<br />
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Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;<br />
The clouds ye so much dread<br />
Are big with mercy and shall break<br />
In blessings on your head.<br />
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,<br />
But trust Him for His grace;<br />
Behind a frowning providence<br />
He hides a smiling face.<br />
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His purposes will ripen fast,<br />
Unfolding every hour;<br />
The bud may have a bitter taste,<br />
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Blind unbelief is sure to err<br />
And scan His work in vain;<br />
God is His own interpreter,<br />
And He will make it plain.<b style="font-weight: bold;"><b></b></b>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-35359562343544764602012-09-22T11:15:00.000-07:002012-09-22T11:15:35.645-07:00Trinity Institute
Exciting times! Please pray for this work and for the men and their families involved.
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August, fare-thee-well. You are, and always will be, beautiful in every way.<br />
Tomorrow I shall move on and climb a mountain...<br />
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really, we're climbing Mt. St. Helen's...hopefully early enough to catch the first September sunrise. Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-29910949657658105742012-08-21T06:00:00.000-07:002012-08-21T11:34:12.196-07:00C. S. Lewis penetrates another thick skull <br />
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Have you ever read through a book where
you've had to set it down and just pant for a bit, perhaps roll your eyes and
holler at a family member about some recent tidbit that finally penetrated your
brain? They might nod their head and smile condescendingly, probably because
it's the same concept they've been trying to explain to you for six weeks. The
instant I finished G. K. Chesterton's <i><b>Orthodoxy</b> </i>I simply had to run wild
in the backyard, jumping on the trampoline, picking roses (bloody fingers to
show for it), and swinging into the overgrown cherry trees. It was serious.
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">I listened to a <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_316378351">lecture</a></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><a href="http://www.canonwired.com/featured/wordsmith/" target="_blank"> </a></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">recently where the speaker was
saying how we couldn't get away from language or words. But not because we're
chained to the ABCs and semicolons. Spoken words and black scribbles are our
wings to fly. <br />So, there...you should feel like a lunatic feather dancing
around your backyard after you finish a good book. ;-)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #181818;">I reread <em><b>Mere Christianity</b> </em>this
summer and I as I was tearing through I could barely believe I'd heard this
stuff before...even though I know more people than just C. S. Lewis have been
trying to smash it into my concrete noggin. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #181818;">I recently got over my
moral qualms about writing in books, which means this tome is crowded with
underlines, exclamation marks, smiley faces, lopsided stars, scribbled margin
notes and questions for C. S. Lewis whenever we should meet.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">One of the biggest points in
</span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><i><b>Mere Christianity</b>
</i></span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">that really whacked me over the
head this time, was an extremely obvious concept that shapes all of Christian
life—becoming like Jesus.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Don't judge. You know how you can
read something once and then another time and swear it was worded differently
the first time? Really <i>we </i>are the reordered words.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">One of the passages in the Bible
that tries to tell us about all this, is Ephesians 4. The Apostle Paul talks
about what we were, unbelievers walking in all sorts of sin. We can't live that
way anymore (v 17), so God is doing something new in us, remaking us in the
stature and fullness of Christ (v 13). This is what's happening
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</i></span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and what we
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Being a Christian is following
Jesus, continually putting away the old self that doesn't belong to us anymore,
reshaping our thought processes and the eyes through which we see the world, and
aggressively putting on the new self—holiness and righteousness—the likeness of
God. (v 22-24)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Much of C. S. Lewis genius is
encased in his ability to write out an illustration of a familiar or maybe
difficult concept in a manner that brings it home in an entirely unique way. And
that's what he does here. From cover to cover,
</span></span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><i><b>Mere Christianity</b>
</i></span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18pt;">sketches out and puts some flesh
on our calling—the Spirit recreating us to be like Jesus. Not simple adherence
to a set of rules, but instead a life that is more like a painting of a
portrait. Dietrich Bonhoeffer writes in </span></span><b style="color: black; font-style: italic; line-height: 18pt;">Discipleship </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18pt;">that we are not to be ruled by our </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;">conscience</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18pt;">, but by the will of Jesus. As days and times of sanding and remolding go by, the character and
shape of our Savior becomes more and more evident in
us.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;">If this is the goal—if this is
the single purpose of new life—than we must pray for, seek, and encourage this
“infection.” Every thought, word, and action should be a reflection of Jesus,
the true, real New Man. This is about doing what we know as right even when we
don’t feel like it and it is about totally recreating our impulses. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;">What we do when someone demands
our time, accuses us, cuts in front of us on the highway. How we act to
unbelievers, to children, to our friends. It not only changes our actions, but
turns our thought patterns upside down (or right side up, as the case may
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;">Jesus is our Savior, and also our teacher, our model, our entire
curriculum and key to understanding that world.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><br />You may say (especially if you are in an English frame of mind)--this all sounds very
cheeky, pretending we're Jesus. It is. We're hopelessly confused and messed up
and all gritty with sin. But this is exactly what God commands—Be like Jesus.
Don't worry, I planted the virus and I'm going to make sure it takes over. Keep
your eyes on Me.<br /><br />"God looks at you as if you were a little Christ: Christ stands beside you to turn you into one. I daresay this idea of divine make-believe sounds rather strange at first. But, is it so strange really? Is not that how the higher thing always raises the lower? A mother teachers her baby to talk by talking to it as if it understood long before it really does. We treat our dogs as if they were 'almost human': that is why they really become 'almost human' in the end."<br />-C. S. Lewis</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">He can and will make us into
brilliant mirrors reflecting Christ's character and light when our eyes are
focused in the right place. This isn’t “mere” Christianity. This is radical. </span></span></div>
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</span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><i><b>Mere Christianity</b>
</i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">sitting on our shelves. I
recommend you pick it up an read through all those bite sized
chapters.</span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">Most everything in this post is
stolen from Lewis' chapters </span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><i><b>Faith, Toy
Soldiers,</b> </i></span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and
</span></span><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><i><b>Let's Pretend,</b>
</i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-family: georgia, serif;">and he says it all so much
better.<br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;">...thus rambles my slow brain. Grateful for great men and a mind capable of growing.<br />God is good.<br />The Gospel is endless<br />and beautiful.</span></div>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-33820175008040127972012-08-17T05:30:00.000-07:002012-08-17T07:13:34.725-07:00The Blotter for You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There was a <a href="http://theerraticmuse.blogspot.com/2010/11/nanowrmo-failures.html" target="_blank">NaNoWriMo flop</a> in 2010. The aftermath was a long-winded short story and after a year and a half of marinating and sporadic, brutal edits, <i><b>In the Mourning</b> </i>is now seeing the light of day. This gangly short story has now been published in <i><b>The Blotter</b> </i>along with two wonderful poems by fellow writers.<br />
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<i><b>The Blotter</b> </i>is the quarterly publication of the Inkblot Society, an aspiring hodgepodge of writers bent on glorifying God through all sorts of shapes and sizes of writing.<br />
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There are many glaring errors encased in<b> <i>In the Mourning</i></b>, but I am grateful to be forced to declare something "finished" and have other people reading it. The two poems by other Inkblotters are quite good. You will enjoy. :-)<br />
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If you would like a copy of this publication of <i><b>The Blotter,</b> </i><a href="mailto:pickwickian.forever@gmail.com" target="_blank">email</a> or comment to let me know. I would be thrilled to send you one.<br />
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Following issues will be donation based to keep the Inkblot Society on top of printing costs, but this one is <b>free to you from me. :-)</b>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-85493200540772112162012-08-15T13:21:00.000-07:002012-08-15T13:26:56.622-07:00Scattered summer scenes. <br />
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<li>Late night circles around campfires. </li>
<li>New Bible with plenty of room to write all over the margins and magical pens.</li>
<li>Long work days. </li>
<li>Dietrich Bonhoeffer's "Discipleship" sacked out under a tree with the smell of fresh cut grass, ripe blackberries, and exclamation marks dancing around in my head.</li>
<li>Dark drives homes with all the windows rolled down and fresh cut hay everywhere.</li>
<li>Days so busy I don't even have time to check my email. Oh horrors.</li>
<li>George Herbert. Oh yes.</li>
<li>Revisiting Latin.</li>
<li>Vacuuming the dust out of my room. Always. My life obsession.</li>
<li>Summer colds.</li>
<li>Laying on the floor past midnight writing retarded poetry.</li>
<li>Reading Chaim Potok write to my soul while my nieces giggle in the pool.</li>
<li>Stars. Everywhere. Almost every night. Swoon.</li>
<li>Cool sunrises and hot sunsets.</li>
<li>Exhaustion. </li>
<li>Roadtrips with wheat fields.</li>
<li>Matt Chandler.</li>
<li>Shakespeare plays with chocolate, wine, and Havarti.</li>
<li>Struggles with an imperfect world and very messed up personage (namely, me).</li>
<li>Good talks with my people. Never quite enough time.</li>
<li>Serious baptism feasting (I mean <i>really</i> serious partying) all because of my new, handsome, perfect nephew. Seeing him and my bro as a dad for the first time = weep fest. </li>
<li>Missing all of the Olympics. :-P Oh well.</li>
<li>Flickering hope to write and blog more regularly. And eat more blackberries.</li>
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-31708965727030577392012-07-17T15:57:00.002-07:002012-07-17T15:57:24.701-07:00Life, Words, and Other ThingsGreetings from the land of the dead and/or the land of summer awesomeness.<br />
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After a wonderful time with Rachel, a outstanding family camp, two wonderful and hurried weeks in PA and New York City, a weekend at the beach, and something almost every night since, I am ready to sit down for awhile, read, write, and work a normal week. Phew. I feel like three summers have happened already...and I'm ready for more. :-)<br />
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<a href="http://www.doorposts.com/blog/2012/07/17/words/" target="_blank">Here's a post I did elsewhere.</a> Hoping to get back to blogging. ;-)<br />
Not sure if I should just pick up on present life and thoughts...bore you with the AMAZING adventures I feel like I've had and the ten books waiting to be reviewed.<br />
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Hope all of you are having wonderful summers!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237841832222241899.post-27265484019659810642012-06-06T09:26:00.001-07:002012-06-06T09:26:54.556-07:00Giveaway WinnerAccording to Random.org, the Wordsmithy Giveaway winner is-<br /><br />Josiah over at <a href="http://www.biblicalbeginnings.com/" target="_blank">Biblical Beginnings</a><br />
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I apologies for the long delay! It's been crazy here. Thank you for all who entered. If you didn't win and know me, you are welcome to borrow it. Otherwise, I strongly suggest getting your own copy of this little book. :-)<br />
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Thanks again! (And thank you for being patient.)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805208196728669227noreply@blogger.com0