Hello all.
We began a new study last Monday using Lessons from a Sheep Dog by Phillip Keller.
Our scriptures were Matthew 5:1-20 and Isaiah 55.
We read the story in the beginning of the book and then Lesson One. The story told of the author saving a Border Collie from being put down by an owner that could not understand the dog. Keller adopted the dog and had to set the dog free in order for the dog to finally trust him. Under Keller's guidance the dog, Lass, became a great hand at managing livestock. The story at the beginning of the book concludes with several points: how Lass was eager to obey a kind and good master, and how Keller learned from Lass what it was that Christ, Our Great Shepherd wants to do with us.
Lesson One speaks to how we often place ourselves in the wrong hands, the hands of predators, or abusers, or those who are uncaring or mean. It speaks to how we may fall in the Accusers hands or under his spell. Keller likens this to Lass's predicament before Keller adopted the dog.
In discussing the Scripture reading for the day, we looked at how the poor in spirit Jesus refers to in the Sermon on the Mount, are those that are humble and teachable and how Lass was teachable just scared and scarred. We examined how people that know their place in a Christian sense clear the path for God to work with them and how being so vulnerable flies in the face of being our own boss.
In the passage on Salt and Light from Matthew 5, we saw that the dog's "salt" was almost gone, but that Keller was able to 'revive' Lass. We noted that often we are low on salt and have hidden our light, and how we can turn to God in these instance, and every instance for that matter. We discussed how we are the light as Christians because God's light shines through us.
In discussing our final section of Matthew we noted how Jesus came to fulfill the law, how Jesus is the 'flesh and bones' on the commands and demands of the law, so that we in our own flesh and bones may live for Jesus and He has already fulfilled the law. We noted that Lass was able to follow the good master's commands.
In Isaiah 55 we looked at God's open invitation. the parallel to our book was in Keller freeing Lass so that Lass could finally come of her own accord back to Keller. Keller had chosen Lass, fed and watered her, and set her free.We noted also what pleasure Keller received when Lass came to him. We imagined that God also is so pleased when we seek Him and learn to obey Him.
Tonight's study will be Lesson Two of the book and Matthew 5:21-30, and Ecclesiastes 7.
A few thoughts from a Christian, wife, mother, lay pastor, and writer. Here you will find book reviews, Sunday's message by Thursday, Bible study notes and thoughts, and a look into the magical connection between reader and what they read.
Monday, January 28, 2019
Friday, January 18, 2019
Monday, January 14, 2019
Review Whistling Past the Graveyard
In Whistling Past the Graveyard, author Susan Crandall examines the struggle of growing up as a white girl in the deep south in the early sixties. Crandall fuels her story with the expected issues of bigotry, gender conflict and double standards, fanning the predictable flames throughout the book. I have read and re-read the same themes often, and though the themes carried the book, the story itself was compelling enough without these issues. The story might have even been more believable set in today's south or north or anywhere, really.
Nine-year-old Starla Claudelle narrates the story with a sassy southern voice that drew me into the book early and kept me in it throughout. Deciding to hitchhike to Tennessee to find her mother in Nashville, Starla runs away from an overbearing grandmother, and her Mississippi home. The story breaks down for me when a black woman, Eula, kidnaps Starla, just after having taken a baby from the church steps in Starla's hometown. I couldn't believe Eula's naivete and boldness. Eula's actions made her character cartoon-ish, which is unfortunate because Eula's journey would have been more interesting to me than the story of young Starla.
Starla and Baby James are held captive by Eula's abusive husband. He tries to kill Starla and the baby when he finds them after their failed escape attempt.
The author develops a a rationale for Eula's actions that stretched the limits of the story. So too, Eula's husband is a stock character and a familiar villain. Starla's unreliable narration proves to be part of the problem. The reader has to guess Eula's motivation and Elua's husband's motivation seemed only to be pure meanness. Eula reads as a predictably wise and insanely foolish woman, and, while she is ultimately beloved in the story, she never beaks out of a caricature role.
Eula kills her husband by whacking him over the head with a frying pan while he is trying to choke the life out of Starla.
The scene work and tension in Eula's home reads well with high tension and drama, even though I couldn't figure out Eula's quixotic nature.
Freed from a tyrant and captivity, Eula, Starla and Baby James set out for Tennessee. Here the book compounds its use of familiar theme. An evil white man runs the trio off the road leaving them wrecked and destitute on a baking hot day in Mississippi. While the story still interested me, this is where I began to tire of familiar axes and grinds.
The remainder of the book plays out in expected ways, but Starla's journey, her emotional and spiritual development and her method of dealing with heartache made the book a decent read.
Read this book for a an entertaining fast-paced romp and enjoy Starla's snappy voice.
Nine-year-old Starla Claudelle narrates the story with a sassy southern voice that drew me into the book early and kept me in it throughout. Deciding to hitchhike to Tennessee to find her mother in Nashville, Starla runs away from an overbearing grandmother, and her Mississippi home. The story breaks down for me when a black woman, Eula, kidnaps Starla, just after having taken a baby from the church steps in Starla's hometown. I couldn't believe Eula's naivete and boldness. Eula's actions made her character cartoon-ish, which is unfortunate because Eula's journey would have been more interesting to me than the story of young Starla.
Starla and Baby James are held captive by Eula's abusive husband. He tries to kill Starla and the baby when he finds them after their failed escape attempt.
The author develops a a rationale for Eula's actions that stretched the limits of the story. So too, Eula's husband is a stock character and a familiar villain. Starla's unreliable narration proves to be part of the problem. The reader has to guess Eula's motivation and Elua's husband's motivation seemed only to be pure meanness. Eula reads as a predictably wise and insanely foolish woman, and, while she is ultimately beloved in the story, she never beaks out of a caricature role.
Eula kills her husband by whacking him over the head with a frying pan while he is trying to choke the life out of Starla.
The scene work and tension in Eula's home reads well with high tension and drama, even though I couldn't figure out Eula's quixotic nature.
Freed from a tyrant and captivity, Eula, Starla and Baby James set out for Tennessee. Here the book compounds its use of familiar theme. An evil white man runs the trio off the road leaving them wrecked and destitute on a baking hot day in Mississippi. While the story still interested me, this is where I began to tire of familiar axes and grinds.
The remainder of the book plays out in expected ways, but Starla's journey, her emotional and spiritual development and her method of dealing with heartache made the book a decent read.
Read this book for a an entertaining fast-paced romp and enjoy Starla's snappy voice.
Thursday, January 10, 2019
"Will-o’-the-Wisp or Will of God"
Taken from Sunday's Service 6 January 2019
Scripture readings
I would make the case that
people are drawn to the light. On of my greatest pleasures in my home is the
fireplace where a merry blaze can be seen any time the temperatures dip below
60 degrees. My mother and father would come to sit before this fire. I wasn’t
ever sure they wanted to see me as much as enjoy the dancing flames. So too, Lonny’s
mother, Ruby, and Lonny himself. When Lonny still had the pleasure of reading,
he would rise most mornings and sit in a rocker before the fire well into the
warm Spring. He kept his Bible there and would read it until he fell asleep again.
In recent days I have
fashioned myself a place in one of those rockers, surrounded by books and a
computer and a place for a cup of coffee or tea or wine, depending upon the
time of day.
At Christmas we put out
lights that twinkle and burn brightly. We even put out firelitos and
luminarias. When I was a child Mom and Dad would pick a December evening after
school let out for Christmas holiday. We would tour the neighborhoods in
Roswell and Dexter looking at the lights. In El Paso, I lived near a
neighborhood that put on such a celebrated Christmas display that the street
department finally had to close their street to traffic after midnight in order
that the residents could get some sleep and to let the air clear of exhaust
fumes.
So, yes, the more I think on
it the more I know that humans are drawn to light. It is comforting warm and
merry. It promises safe harbor and renewed spirit.
But there are more than one
kind of lights.
Lucifer for instance, means
light bringer. In Isaiah 14 it referring to the king of Babylon and his fall,
Lucifer is described as the morning star that fell from the heavens. This
passage led to future translations and made common the use as a name for Satan.
In his works, Dante Alighieri used Lucifer as a name for the devil.
In folklore a Will-O’-the
Wisp is a ghost light seen at night by travelers, especially hovering over
stagnant water. It is known also as Jack -O’-the-Lantern hinkypunk and hobby
lantern. These far off mytic lights lure people off paths and into danger. In
literature they are a metaphor for an impossible goal or vain hope, or even
something sinister and confounding.
As
I look back on Christmas again this year, I see the two lights, the light of
the joy and breathtaking hope and the light of infatuation and lies.
Our
passage from Isaiah says opens with
“Arise,
shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
2 See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the Lord rises upon you
and his glory appears over you.”
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
2 See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the Lord rises upon you
and his glory appears over you.”
We
can see in this passage a prophecy, and our own hope.
For
prophecy we know that the glory of the Lord shown round about those associated
with the Holy birth. We know also that Jesus is the light of the world and had
come into this world and walked among us.
For
our own hope we learn that God’s glory rises upon us. His glory appears over
us. The notion of mere man being so delivered stuns us into silence and wonder.
The majesty and humility of Christmas is impossible to hold. It is for us. God
came in splendor and humility for us, not only shining, but shining on us.
On
the other hand, I see countless people struggling with insurmountable debt
after Christmas. I hear beautiful carols turned to a mush of dirty snow in veneration
of commerce, and light displays that ascribe glory more to the decorator than
to the humble Holy infant.
Paul
tells us in our passage from Philippians 214 Do
everything without grumbling or arguing, 15 so that
you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without
fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among
them like stars in the sky 16 as you hold firmly to
the word of life.
He
tells us how to shine, how to glorify God. Paul tells us how to accomplish the
joyful instruction of Isaiah to rise and shine for our light has come.
Paul
also says Therefore, my dear friends, as you
have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my
absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, 13 for
it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill
his good purpose.
For
it is God who works in us to will and to act.
So,
there is a double meaning in my use of Will O’ the Wisp. I may be stretching
things thin but bear with me. In legend, Will means the name Will or short for
William, but I mean it also as will, man’s will, man’s willy-nilly will. It’s
sort of wispy. It is not focused on the light. It is focused on swamp gas. We
can see it in our choices at Christmas.
Listening
to KLOVE on the radio last month I heard a segment where folks were asked to
call in about their Christmas shopping habits. The DJ made the case that every
year she bought a few “presents” for herself along with the gifts for Christmas
day. She admitted that she had been a bit unruly this year and was asking for
callers to spill the beans on themselves. I thought about calling in, trying to
remember what the silliest thing I’d done for myself at Christmas time: new
shoes, new dresses, pedicures (because people are so going see my feet in
sandals in the middle of winter,) a ridiculously expensive bottle of champagne,
and countless trinkets from the potter’s guild that I would give to my husband
and tell him to wrap. He would snort and hand them back.
I’m
not saying there is anything wrong in a renewed sense of celebration, but I
wonder at our focus.
Several
years ago, I was taking my son to a Christmas party and we had some extra
minutes to spare. It was the first week of December and like so many other
first weeks of December it was crazy and hectic, and I was behind schedule and
behind in prayer and behind in work and struggling to come up with perfect
gifts for an increasing number of family members. We turned off second street
and headed into a residential neighborhood with a nice display of lights.
Suddenly a house came into view with huge red letters spelling the name Jesus.
That was all the house had, Jesus, almost sacrilegious it was so bold. We
laughed, and I still laugh today when I think of it. It was as if the homeowner
was saying, enough already. This is God’s holiday. You all are making a mess of
things and I’m going to point you in the proper direction and I’m going to do
it with read lights. Maybe it was swamp gas, but it got my attention. I
lightened up smiled and enjoyed beautiful music for the remainder of the
season.
Our
passage from Matthew reads: “You are the light of
the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. 15 Neither
do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its
stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. 16 In the same way, let your
light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and
glorify your Father in heaven.
It
reminds us that we are the light. We have been given the light from our Father
in Heaven. We see again that impossible marriage of humility and majesty that
is the birth of Jesus. We work out our salvation with fear and trembling, yes,
and awe and breathlessness. From Isaiah, God shines upon us. We remember He
shines upon us. We will see and be radiant and our hearts will tremble and
rejoice. And people will come from afar, multitudes of people will glorify God.
All we have to do is let our God-given light shine before others according to
God’s will, not our will o’ the wisp.
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