Everyone has a story to tell, whether they know or not. I met a couple the other night, however, that certainly had stories to tell. I was invited by a friend, Jackie, who had met the couple, Dick and Cathy, at the local Y. Dick and Cathy had invited Jackie out to dinner and told her to bring a friend if she liked. Jackie asked and I said, "Sure - why not?" Apparently the couple wanted to pick the brain of some college students as they were interested in getting involved in college ministry here in the local area.
We arrive at their house, which was a modest cabin on the edge of a 20-acre lake, tucked back in the woods. Jackie had mentioned that they were an older couple and so I had in my mind maybe people in their 50s or 60s. We knock on the door and Dick opens the door and it was like looking at white-haired version of Dick Clark. Dick had bright eyes and an eager smile. Then up walked Cathy, looking just as cheery. But they certainly were not in their 50s or 60s. Cathy, in fact, is 83 and Dick is 81! But here's the crazy fun part of their story.
They had each been married previously - Cathy for 53 years and Dick for 48 years. They had both lost their spouses 8-10 years ago. Dick and Cathy met while in Sunday School at a local church and one day they decided to go hiking on some local trails. Cathy, unfortunately, took a tumble off one of the ledges and fell nearly 15 feet and got a concussion. Remember, at this point, Dick and Cathy barely knew each other. Well, the doctor said Cathy was either going to have to stay in the hospital for 4 days to monitor her concussion or they could release her but somebody would have to stay with her for those 4 days. Dick was the lucky volunteer. Dick gets a big smile on his face at this point and says, "I fell in love with her during those 4 days." They got married shortly after and have been married for 7 years now!
They went on to tell all sorts of stories - Cathy's travels down Route 66, Dick's time in the military, and both spoke of their time as avocado growers in California. Coicidentally enough, Dick had started Avocado Grower magazine, a magazine to which Cathy subscribed and read frequently - but neither knew each other at this point, even though they had lived only miles apart, each on their own avocado farms in southern California!
They spoke also of their love for international students and their desire to minister to them and share the love of Christ with them. But what I remember most of all was what Dick said as Jackie and I were walking out the door after a delightful dinner and conversation with them. He was speaking of their desire to plunge into the ministry and to really devote themselves to the Lord, "Well, Cathy and I only have a short amount of time left and we want to make the most of it." When I'm 83 years old I want to be able to tell the kind of stories they tell and live with the attitude that they do - that there's always still time to make a difference for Christ.
6.03.2010
5.29.2010
Flat Tires at Convenient Times
I know, it sounds strange - when is a flat tire ever convenient? I managed to get one the other night somehow. I didn't notice it first, but when your car makes really obnoxious noises and starts leaning to one side, you probably have a flat tire. Go figure. So I ran down to the gas station just off campus (convenient) and I filled it with air. I had no idea where I was going to take it because I couldn't think of any tire places off the top of my head in the town so I decided to go ahead and go to work and hopefully figure something out eventually.
So I pull into the parking lot of work and I look up and literally look at the sign that says "Plaza Tire Center." (Convenient). So I run my car over there and have them look at it while I'm at work since I'm just up the street. (Convenient).
They say they fix it and all for only $15. Excellent. I drive to see a friend that night and while I'm driving back home again, it's clanking again and leaning to one side. Not cool. I manage to make it home (barely) without driving completely on the rim. I figured I couldn't do anything about it tonight so I just crawled into bed with a good book ("Hood" by Stephen Lawhead - excellent read so far) and forgot about it.
This morning I knew I had to tackle the problem. It was one of the few times in my life where I was sincerely sick of being alone, and by alone I meant single. But that's a different story. My boss - so grateful for her - told me I should just call campus safety and they can come put air in the tire, at least enough to get me to the tire place again. So the nice safety officer came with his portable compressor and put air in my tire and then I booked it down to the tire place to have them repair it again.
All that to say - despite a flat tire being a general pain in the rear, the little details have mattered. The safety officer who put air in my tire. My boss giving me some guidance on what to do next. My job being right across the street from the tire place. Not having to miss work because of all this. Living with in walking distance of both work and the tire place. Not driving home like I planned - because heaven knows I'd been in a big ol' heap if this had happened while I'm cruising along at 70 miles an hour on I-70.
So we'll get it fixed and move on with life, a potential major inconvenience being made a minor one at a convenient time. Thanks, God, for the little details that matter.
So I pull into the parking lot of work and I look up and literally look at the sign that says "Plaza Tire Center." (Convenient). So I run my car over there and have them look at it while I'm at work since I'm just up the street. (Convenient).
They say they fix it and all for only $15. Excellent. I drive to see a friend that night and while I'm driving back home again, it's clanking again and leaning to one side. Not cool. I manage to make it home (barely) without driving completely on the rim. I figured I couldn't do anything about it tonight so I just crawled into bed with a good book ("Hood" by Stephen Lawhead - excellent read so far) and forgot about it.
This morning I knew I had to tackle the problem. It was one of the few times in my life where I was sincerely sick of being alone, and by alone I meant single. But that's a different story. My boss - so grateful for her - told me I should just call campus safety and they can come put air in the tire, at least enough to get me to the tire place again. So the nice safety officer came with his portable compressor and put air in my tire and then I booked it down to the tire place to have them repair it again.
All that to say - despite a flat tire being a general pain in the rear, the little details have mattered. The safety officer who put air in my tire. My boss giving me some guidance on what to do next. My job being right across the street from the tire place. Not having to miss work because of all this. Living with in walking distance of both work and the tire place. Not driving home like I planned - because heaven knows I'd been in a big ol' heap if this had happened while I'm cruising along at 70 miles an hour on I-70.
So we'll get it fixed and move on with life, a potential major inconvenience being made a minor one at a convenient time. Thanks, God, for the little details that matter.
5.26.2010
A Country Song for Every Season
I am convinced that there is a country song for every season of life. I’ve already got a couple years of college mapped out and if I thought about it long enough, I could probably figure out the rest. This season is no exception. In order to celebrate my recent completion of my MBA program, I present to you Montgomery Gentry’s song, “Hell yeah!”
She's got an MBA and a plush corner office
She's got a don't mess with me attitude
She'll close a deal she don't reveal that she can't fill
The loneliness the emptiness
Except when she comes in here
She's the product of the Me generation
She's got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated
She got the tattoo there on her derriere from a spring break dare
In Panama where love was all she thought she'd ever need
She yells out to the band
Know any Bruce Springsteen
Then she jumps up on the bar
And she, and she starts to scream
She says
Hell yeah!
A few things to note, however, about this song:
1. I don’t have a plush corner office. I have a closet. With no windows.
2. Don’t think the loneliness, emptiness really applies to me.
3. Definitely a product of the Me generation. Hello Millenials!
4. I’m not sure what a rock and roll side looks like when somebody gets agitated, but I’m going to assume I don’t have one.
5. And definitely no tattoos. I spent my spring breaks at home.
6. I think the only song I’ll be yelling out by Bruce Springsteen is “Born in the U.S.A.”
So really, about the only lines that apply are “She’s got an MBA…..and she says “HELL YEAH!”
:)
She's got an MBA and a plush corner office
She's got a don't mess with me attitude
She'll close a deal she don't reveal that she can't fill
The loneliness the emptiness
Except when she comes in here
She's the product of the Me generation
She's got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated
She got the tattoo there on her derriere from a spring break dare
In Panama where love was all she thought she'd ever need
She yells out to the band
Know any Bruce Springsteen
Then she jumps up on the bar
And she, and she starts to scream
She says
Hell yeah!
A few things to note, however, about this song:
1. I don’t have a plush corner office. I have a closet. With no windows.
2. Don’t think the loneliness, emptiness really applies to me.
3. Definitely a product of the Me generation. Hello Millenials!
4. I’m not sure what a rock and roll side looks like when somebody gets agitated, but I’m going to assume I don’t have one.
5. And definitely no tattoos. I spent my spring breaks at home.
6. I think the only song I’ll be yelling out by Bruce Springsteen is “Born in the U.S.A.”
So really, about the only lines that apply are “She’s got an MBA…..and she says “HELL YEAH!”
:)
5.24.2010
Notes from my niece
My niece and I have been exchanging a journal here recently. It's something I have done with several groups of friends, all of us maintaining long-distance friendships. One person will write in it, send it off, next person writes in it and sends it off, and so on. Well, it dawned on me one day that I should do that with my niece. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner considering I'm almost done with my time here in Missouri, but nevertheless, I figure it's never too late to start.
So I had this journal custom-made awhile back from Snapfish with a picture of my niece and I. Lots of blank pages with plenty of room to fill it with stories, questions, and thoughts. It's already made several rounds between her and I, but this last one particularly made me laugh. In my previous entry to her, I asked her if there was anything in the world she wanted to be when she grew up, what would it be?
Her response went something to the effect of, "I miss you lots, wish you were here...now about that question of yours." Typical fashion for my niece to be very straight-forward. She responded that she would like to be a baby-sitter (spelled baby-siter in her words). She then said, "Now I have some questions for you." She then proceeds to give me a series of math equations. I was little perplexed by that, feeling like I had asked one of the most profound questions of childhood and she responds with a series of math equations. But that's okay - I answered her math equations anyways.
What was particularly funny about that, however, I discovered through a conversation with my mom that before my niece began writing this entry, she bounced into the kitchen at our house and asked my mom, "Now, what's harder - being a realtor or babysitter?" She seemed to be very concerned about determining which was harder. My mom responded that for my niece in particular, likely the realtor job would be harder because it deals with finances and such. So my niece decided baby-sitter it is.
My next question to her is "What is your favorite animal and why?" I wonder if she'll ask my mom this time around, "Which is prettier - a horse or a dog?" If only as adults we had questions like that.
So I had this journal custom-made awhile back from Snapfish with a picture of my niece and I. Lots of blank pages with plenty of room to fill it with stories, questions, and thoughts. It's already made several rounds between her and I, but this last one particularly made me laugh. In my previous entry to her, I asked her if there was anything in the world she wanted to be when she grew up, what would it be?
Her response went something to the effect of, "I miss you lots, wish you were here...now about that question of yours." Typical fashion for my niece to be very straight-forward. She responded that she would like to be a baby-sitter (spelled baby-siter in her words). She then said, "Now I have some questions for you." She then proceeds to give me a series of math equations. I was little perplexed by that, feeling like I had asked one of the most profound questions of childhood and she responds with a series of math equations. But that's okay - I answered her math equations anyways.
What was particularly funny about that, however, I discovered through a conversation with my mom that before my niece began writing this entry, she bounced into the kitchen at our house and asked my mom, "Now, what's harder - being a realtor or babysitter?" She seemed to be very concerned about determining which was harder. My mom responded that for my niece in particular, likely the realtor job would be harder because it deals with finances and such. So my niece decided baby-sitter it is.
My next question to her is "What is your favorite animal and why?" I wonder if she'll ask my mom this time around, "Which is prettier - a horse or a dog?" If only as adults we had questions like that.
3.02.2010
Honest Conversations
Somewhere along the way I became convinced that God is a taker. In a recent Beth Moore study that I'm doing she posed the question, "In your heart of hearts, do you believe that God is a giver or a taker?" Without even having to think about it, I knew my answer. The reality is that I had been thinking about that question for awhile, maybe in so many different words, but I came to that conclusion awhile ago.
Because somewhere along the way, I made this decision to buy into the idea that God really was out to take things from me. That He wasn't going to do what was best for me, that was He was always going to ask me to give up the things that mattered most to me. And I began to resent Him. If I'm really honest with myself - I let that belief take root in my life. And it's wreaking havoc.
For awhile now, I've been trying to trace the timeline of my life and really pinpoint the moment at which I bought into that lie. And while I have nothing definitive, I do know that two significant events happened between my junior and senior year of college that really began to cement that belief. Now, I don't think it was this conscious moment of saying to myself, "God, I don't trust you anymore because of x, y, and z," but rather it was a progression of events and thoughts that led me to that.
One of those events being my time spent living abroad in Russia. That particular season of life was pretty ugly spiritually - just a lot of disobedience and sin, but also feeling very much I had been cast aside by other believers, people I trusted to help me walk through life, but ultimately made me feel as though I was being an inconvenience and I should pack my bags and leave. I was saw more for how I was damaging the team than for the fact that clearly something was wrong with me. My external behavior was being dealt with, but nobody was taking the time to deal with internal issues. It caused a lot of distrust - and the pages of my journals testify to that. Over and over again, I would say, 'I don't know who to trust anymore, I don't know where to turn..."
The other significant event was when I felt a particular relationship had been yanked out from underneath me. There are a host of thoughts that could be expanded upon when it comes to this relationship, but the primary point being that I felt I had been rejected - and that something yet again had been taken from me.
I realize in the grand scheme of life that these are fairly small events - but that matter to me. And they've affected me, and they've caused a lot of pain over time. And it's only now that I'm beginning to see just how much hold I've let them have over me. It's only now that I'm beginning to see how much I let those areas of my past destroy my relationship with the Lord. And it's only now that I'm beginning to see just how deeply rooted that belief that God is a taker has taken over my heart.
I've spent many a moment here lately having some very honest conversations with God about that - and, man, is it ever hard to say to God, "I really don't think you have plans for me, I really don't think what you have for me is good, and I'm terrified of the fact that whatever good might be in my life, you're going to steal it from me." It's heartbreaking to know that I break the heart of God. And then the anger sets in - mad at myself for how selfish and childish I've been - and mad at the devil for taking from me as well.
I have no good conclusion to all this - the work is still being done in my life. I know so much more is yet to be uncovered, about my past, about my beliefs, about my present, about my future. And we'll keep pressing on.
Because somewhere along the way, I made this decision to buy into the idea that God really was out to take things from me. That He wasn't going to do what was best for me, that was He was always going to ask me to give up the things that mattered most to me. And I began to resent Him. If I'm really honest with myself - I let that belief take root in my life. And it's wreaking havoc.
For awhile now, I've been trying to trace the timeline of my life and really pinpoint the moment at which I bought into that lie. And while I have nothing definitive, I do know that two significant events happened between my junior and senior year of college that really began to cement that belief. Now, I don't think it was this conscious moment of saying to myself, "God, I don't trust you anymore because of x, y, and z," but rather it was a progression of events and thoughts that led me to that.
One of those events being my time spent living abroad in Russia. That particular season of life was pretty ugly spiritually - just a lot of disobedience and sin, but also feeling very much I had been cast aside by other believers, people I trusted to help me walk through life, but ultimately made me feel as though I was being an inconvenience and I should pack my bags and leave. I was saw more for how I was damaging the team than for the fact that clearly something was wrong with me. My external behavior was being dealt with, but nobody was taking the time to deal with internal issues. It caused a lot of distrust - and the pages of my journals testify to that. Over and over again, I would say, 'I don't know who to trust anymore, I don't know where to turn..."
The other significant event was when I felt a particular relationship had been yanked out from underneath me. There are a host of thoughts that could be expanded upon when it comes to this relationship, but the primary point being that I felt I had been rejected - and that something yet again had been taken from me.
I realize in the grand scheme of life that these are fairly small events - but that matter to me. And they've affected me, and they've caused a lot of pain over time. And it's only now that I'm beginning to see just how much hold I've let them have over me. It's only now that I'm beginning to see how much I let those areas of my past destroy my relationship with the Lord. And it's only now that I'm beginning to see just how deeply rooted that belief that God is a taker has taken over my heart.
I've spent many a moment here lately having some very honest conversations with God about that - and, man, is it ever hard to say to God, "I really don't think you have plans for me, I really don't think what you have for me is good, and I'm terrified of the fact that whatever good might be in my life, you're going to steal it from me." It's heartbreaking to know that I break the heart of God. And then the anger sets in - mad at myself for how selfish and childish I've been - and mad at the devil for taking from me as well.
I have no good conclusion to all this - the work is still being done in my life. I know so much more is yet to be uncovered, about my past, about my beliefs, about my present, about my future. And we'll keep pressing on.
1.12.2010
Obscure novels
"A lot of the people who read a bestselling novel...do not read much other fiction. By contrast, the audience for an obscure novel is largely composed of people who read a lot. That means the least popular books are judged by people who have the highest standards, while the most popular are judged by people who literally do not know any better....." — The Economist
10.08.2009
Fears
Whew - what a whirlwind these last few days have been. I always feel a little out of sorts when I'm out of the office for very long. It seems like there is a mountain of e-mails to get through and then that stack of homework I need to get too as well. Hopped on a plane last Friday afternoon to head down to Florida for a weekend of training at Rafiki's Home Offices. What a great weekend. I loved hearing about Rosemary Jensen's, the founder, vision for children and Africa. I loved learning about how God moved in her life in order to help bring about Rafiki. And I loved learning about how I get to be a part of it.
I might have mentioned this before, but so often when I think of Africa, two fears come to mind and they have nothing to do with getting eaten by lions or dying from malaria. It has to do with possibilities and potential. I'm afraid to go to Africa and have it change my life. And I'm afraid all at the same that it won't. There's always lingering thoughts in the back of mind, thoughts of knowing that when God places a calling on your life, you go. I don't know that my life's work will be in Africa, but it could be. And that can be scary. Scary to consider the thought of leaving everything you know, everything that is safe and comfortable. But you know that you also will be miserable if you don't. Rosemary said it one point that while she was afraid of stepping out in faith to pursue what God had given her, she also knew there was no way she could say no to it.
But I also think, too, that sometimes we can go to places like Africa or sometimes our own backyard and when we are confronted with the atrocities of life, we just want to shut down. We want to ignore the depravity of the world we live in because if we do that, then we don't have to be responsible or take action. I just got done reading a book called "How De Body," which is about the civil war in Sierra Leone. Excellent book. A quote stuck with me though from that book when the author said, "What the mind doesn't know, the heart doesn't have to grieve." When we live in our safe little bubbles and don't get out there and experience the world, we keep ourselves ignorant, somehow thinking if I don't see it or witness it, then I don't have to deal with it. I don't want to be like that. I mean, yeah, it's scary to go out on a limb, to put yourself out there and commit your life to something that is bigger than you. But I also know that I can't stand on the sidelines of life either. So what if Africa turns my world upside down. And it may very well not, but if my experience there should, then that's okay. I'll be right where I need to be.
Front gate to the Home Offices
One of the photographs they had hanging in the training center
I might have mentioned this before, but so often when I think of Africa, two fears come to mind and they have nothing to do with getting eaten by lions or dying from malaria. It has to do with possibilities and potential. I'm afraid to go to Africa and have it change my life. And I'm afraid all at the same that it won't. There's always lingering thoughts in the back of mind, thoughts of knowing that when God places a calling on your life, you go. I don't know that my life's work will be in Africa, but it could be. And that can be scary. Scary to consider the thought of leaving everything you know, everything that is safe and comfortable. But you know that you also will be miserable if you don't. Rosemary said it one point that while she was afraid of stepping out in faith to pursue what God had given her, she also knew there was no way she could say no to it.
But I also think, too, that sometimes we can go to places like Africa or sometimes our own backyard and when we are confronted with the atrocities of life, we just want to shut down. We want to ignore the depravity of the world we live in because if we do that, then we don't have to be responsible or take action. I just got done reading a book called "How De Body," which is about the civil war in Sierra Leone. Excellent book. A quote stuck with me though from that book when the author said, "What the mind doesn't know, the heart doesn't have to grieve." When we live in our safe little bubbles and don't get out there and experience the world, we keep ourselves ignorant, somehow thinking if I don't see it or witness it, then I don't have to deal with it. I don't want to be like that. I mean, yeah, it's scary to go out on a limb, to put yourself out there and commit your life to something that is bigger than you. But I also know that I can't stand on the sidelines of life either. So what if Africa turns my world upside down. And it may very well not, but if my experience there should, then that's okay. I'll be right where I need to be.
Front gate to the Home Offices
One of the photographs they had hanging in the training center
8.31.2009
Disturb us, Lord
A couple of days ago I was asked to give a brief presentation on my plans for Africa at my church's night of missions celebration. There had been quite a few people in the church who had gone on mission trips recently and the church took an evening to celebrate and highlight those. I was asked then to speak on my plans for Africa. I'll admit I felt a little out of place as the trip is still a year away and I honestly felt like I didn't have much to say other than "I want to go." But I got up there and talked a little bit about my dreams for Africa for the last several years and some of the practical steps I'm needing to take to get there. What I was blessed by more than anything though was what someone else said last night. A woman in our church who works in Deaf ministry had recently gone to Honduras to work with New Life Deaf Ministry, an awesome ministry that is working diligently to serve the Lord and the Deaf community in Honduras. She read this poem below and it just struck my heart in such a profound way:
Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves, when our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little, when we arrive safely because we have sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, Lord, when with the abundance of things we possess, we have lost our thirst for the waters of life; having fallen in love with life, we have ceased to dream of eternity; and in our efforts to build a new earth, we have allowed our vision of the new heaven to dim.
Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, to venture on wider seas where storms will show your mastery; where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars. We ask you to push back the horizons of our hopes; and to push us into the future in strength, courage, hope, and love.
Yes Lord, let it be so.
Confront us with our complacency and fill us with a Holy Hunger that is insatiable.
Instill within us a Divine Desperation to see Your Kingdom come and to cease from building our own kingdoms.
Pull the rug out from under our frivolous ambitions and give us eyes to see our own true motives and frailties.
Send us into the depths of adversity, if need be, to cause us to stretch our hands toward yours, lest we perish.
We admit and confess to you that we have no way of knowing you, and your ways, without your divine intervention working in us to show us the way. Lead us on Father , lead us on.
Prayer of Sir Frances Drake, circa 1590
The things that struck me the most were the parts I put in bold - because in the midst of my daydreams of Africa, I'm slowly beginning to realize that my plans have been made entirely apart from God. I've been dreaming too little. Africa seems too attainable. It's been on my own strength, my own desires, my selfish wishes that this trip has been coming together. As saddened and ashamed as I might be to admit it, I've left God out of the picture.
At what point did I start to think I could live my life apart from God, or at least apart from the direction of the Holy Spirit? At what point did I say to God that I no longer want to hear his direction spoken over my life? Why am I dreaming too little and staying too close to the shore?
Disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves, when our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little, when we arrive safely because we have sailed too close to the shore.
Disturb us, Lord, when with the abundance of things we possess, we have lost our thirst for the waters of life; having fallen in love with life, we have ceased to dream of eternity; and in our efforts to build a new earth, we have allowed our vision of the new heaven to dim.
Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, to venture on wider seas where storms will show your mastery; where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars. We ask you to push back the horizons of our hopes; and to push us into the future in strength, courage, hope, and love.
Yes Lord, let it be so.
Confront us with our complacency and fill us with a Holy Hunger that is insatiable.
Instill within us a Divine Desperation to see Your Kingdom come and to cease from building our own kingdoms.
Pull the rug out from under our frivolous ambitions and give us eyes to see our own true motives and frailties.
Send us into the depths of adversity, if need be, to cause us to stretch our hands toward yours, lest we perish.
We admit and confess to you that we have no way of knowing you, and your ways, without your divine intervention working in us to show us the way. Lead us on Father , lead us on.
Prayer of Sir Frances Drake, circa 1590
The things that struck me the most were the parts I put in bold - because in the midst of my daydreams of Africa, I'm slowly beginning to realize that my plans have been made entirely apart from God. I've been dreaming too little. Africa seems too attainable. It's been on my own strength, my own desires, my selfish wishes that this trip has been coming together. As saddened and ashamed as I might be to admit it, I've left God out of the picture.
At what point did I start to think I could live my life apart from God, or at least apart from the direction of the Holy Spirit? At what point did I say to God that I no longer want to hear his direction spoken over my life? Why am I dreaming too little and staying too close to the shore?
8.08.2009
Summer Recap
Okay, finally a recap on the summer. I know, it's taken me awhile. The summer has flown by as usual and I think I still have these fleeting moments of shock when I realize that I've already completed one year of my grad program and have only one year left. I remember thinking a year ago, "Holy cow - two years? That seems like an eternity." And at the time, it really did feel like that. When you think about the fact that I had already spent four years away from my family and my home, another two just felt like such a long time.
Despite the time flying, I have thoroughly enjoyed checking out from the world a little this summer. After not having a TV or getting on Facebook and occasionally leaving my cellphone behind, those things don't hold much appeal anymore. When I sit down and watch TV or get on Facebook, I get this anxious feeling. I'm not quite sure how to explain other than I just feel this need to get it over with as soon as possible. There just isn't much of a "want to" anymore when it comes to those things. I find now that I want to spend my time reading or being creative in some manner. I mean, I breezed my way through nearly 30 books this summer - yes, you read right. Thirty books. And I loved it. I loved coming home in the evenings, grabbing a good book and settling in for the night. My reading selection expanded quite a bit this summer, too, as I deviated from the genres I normally read.
I stumbled across this fabulous book called "The Only Road North" by Erik Mirandette. If you can get your hands on it, do it. I also snagged the book "Shoeless Joe" by Bill Kinsella, which the movie "Field of Dreams" is based upon. Marvelous book. I mean, the movie is good, but there is something all together magical about that book. I also read "The Lost City of Z," which is great book about adventure and exploring - good for the history too. There are just so many amazing books out there. I love finding these little gems of stories and getting so completely lost in them. A friend of mine had this quote on his blog the other day and I think it is so true: "Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers." It's from the book "Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society." I'd like to think that quote is true on some level. Or maybe the homing instinct is in me and it's the book that is perfect.
Other than the ridiculous amounts of reading I did, I also made some more progress on my plans for Africa. One of my best friends and I are flying down to Florida in October to go to Rafiki's headquarters for a weekend of training. I happened to meet up with the couple who is on full-time staff in Zambia that my church supports. Listening to their stories - I nearly wanted to cry my eyes out the entire way through their presentation. Not because it was particularly sad, but because I kept thinking to myself, "How is this possible? How is possible to so completely long for a country I've never been to, a people I've never met, and a continent that I've only known to exist on a map?" A big part of me just wants to get on a plane and go NOW. Next summer just seems so far away, but even as this past year has flown by, I know this coming year will likewise. And between now and then, I'll keep dreaming of Africa and its people.
I have more thoughts on the summer - stay tuned for more....
Despite the time flying, I have thoroughly enjoyed checking out from the world a little this summer. After not having a TV or getting on Facebook and occasionally leaving my cellphone behind, those things don't hold much appeal anymore. When I sit down and watch TV or get on Facebook, I get this anxious feeling. I'm not quite sure how to explain other than I just feel this need to get it over with as soon as possible. There just isn't much of a "want to" anymore when it comes to those things. I find now that I want to spend my time reading or being creative in some manner. I mean, I breezed my way through nearly 30 books this summer - yes, you read right. Thirty books. And I loved it. I loved coming home in the evenings, grabbing a good book and settling in for the night. My reading selection expanded quite a bit this summer, too, as I deviated from the genres I normally read.
I stumbled across this fabulous book called "The Only Road North" by Erik Mirandette. If you can get your hands on it, do it. I also snagged the book "Shoeless Joe" by Bill Kinsella, which the movie "Field of Dreams" is based upon. Marvelous book. I mean, the movie is good, but there is something all together magical about that book. I also read "The Lost City of Z," which is great book about adventure and exploring - good for the history too. There are just so many amazing books out there. I love finding these little gems of stories and getting so completely lost in them. A friend of mine had this quote on his blog the other day and I think it is so true: "Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers." It's from the book "Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society." I'd like to think that quote is true on some level. Or maybe the homing instinct is in me and it's the book that is perfect.
Other than the ridiculous amounts of reading I did, I also made some more progress on my plans for Africa. One of my best friends and I are flying down to Florida in October to go to Rafiki's headquarters for a weekend of training. I happened to meet up with the couple who is on full-time staff in Zambia that my church supports. Listening to their stories - I nearly wanted to cry my eyes out the entire way through their presentation. Not because it was particularly sad, but because I kept thinking to myself, "How is this possible? How is possible to so completely long for a country I've never been to, a people I've never met, and a continent that I've only known to exist on a map?" A big part of me just wants to get on a plane and go NOW. Next summer just seems so far away, but even as this past year has flown by, I know this coming year will likewise. And between now and then, I'll keep dreaming of Africa and its people.
I have more thoughts on the summer - stay tuned for more....
6.09.2009
Sad the stories had to end...
So I just got done reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy and I'm wondering why in the world I didn't read these books sooner. Tolkien is a brilliant writer and gifted storyteller. That's not a news flash or anything, as people have known that for decades, but there is always something greatly satisfying when you find out for yourself why some authors are such geniuses. I think I zoomed through all 1200 pages in about two weeks or so - and considering I've got two jobs and going to classes two nights a week, I think that's decent timing.
As I was reading, I think I was just so utterly captivated by the vast creativity and imagination of Tolkien. His characters are so uniquely defined in the book - but always honest and real. He captures the little idiosyncrasies about each without explicitly saying what the character is about. Tolkien is a show, don't tell kind of author. He crafts the story in such a way that allows the reader to get lost in what is happening, the struggle in good and evil, the importance of relationships, and the ultimate victories to be shared.
I think my favorite character is Sam - both in the movies and I came to love him even more in the books. His fierce loyalty and his ever watchful eye over his "master" were endearing, something that I wish were modeled more often in the lives of real men. He's quite possibly one of the most unselfish characters in literature (not that I've read every book known to mankind to say without a doubt that he is, but I would imagine that he's got to be at the top of the lists of unselfish characters in the history of storytelling). He was always putting the needs of Frodo above his own, always seeing that Frodo was able to eat, rest, and complete the journey set before him. I loved his line at the end (I know it's in the movie and I'm pretty sure it's in the book), "I can't carry the ring for you, but I can carry you!" What a fighter - compassionate and strong, ever focused on what is ultimately at stake.
Aragorn is another character that I love - maybe just because of his portayal of what I think masculinity ought to be on some level. He's a man's man. I think in some ways he reminds me of King David in the Bible - that tender warrior, a man not afraid to fight for his land and people and what he believes in, but also gentle and tender in his dealings with those around him. He leads with the integrity of his heart and isn't afraid to make some unpopular decisions. He's a character that can be easily respected.
And despite my decision not to watch TV and movies for the summer, I did decide to watch the movies after reading the books. The movies are some of my favorite movies ever and I didn't want to wait until August to watch them all. So I dug the TV out of the closet and set up shop. Parts of my DVDs are messed up so I had to skip entire sections of the trilogy, but after I got done watching them all, I think my affection for the story deepened even more. It's just so stinkin' brilliant! And Peter Jackson - what a marvelous job of giving life to a story that was already leaping off the pages. He certainly did the books justice in my opinion.
As I was reading, I think I was just so utterly captivated by the vast creativity and imagination of Tolkien. His characters are so uniquely defined in the book - but always honest and real. He captures the little idiosyncrasies about each without explicitly saying what the character is about. Tolkien is a show, don't tell kind of author. He crafts the story in such a way that allows the reader to get lost in what is happening, the struggle in good and evil, the importance of relationships, and the ultimate victories to be shared.
I think my favorite character is Sam - both in the movies and I came to love him even more in the books. His fierce loyalty and his ever watchful eye over his "master" were endearing, something that I wish were modeled more often in the lives of real men. He's quite possibly one of the most unselfish characters in literature (not that I've read every book known to mankind to say without a doubt that he is, but I would imagine that he's got to be at the top of the lists of unselfish characters in the history of storytelling). He was always putting the needs of Frodo above his own, always seeing that Frodo was able to eat, rest, and complete the journey set before him. I loved his line at the end (I know it's in the movie and I'm pretty sure it's in the book), "I can't carry the ring for you, but I can carry you!" What a fighter - compassionate and strong, ever focused on what is ultimately at stake.
Aragorn is another character that I love - maybe just because of his portayal of what I think masculinity ought to be on some level. He's a man's man. I think in some ways he reminds me of King David in the Bible - that tender warrior, a man not afraid to fight for his land and people and what he believes in, but also gentle and tender in his dealings with those around him. He leads with the integrity of his heart and isn't afraid to make some unpopular decisions. He's a character that can be easily respected.
And despite my decision not to watch TV and movies for the summer, I did decide to watch the movies after reading the books. The movies are some of my favorite movies ever and I didn't want to wait until August to watch them all. So I dug the TV out of the closet and set up shop. Parts of my DVDs are messed up so I had to skip entire sections of the trilogy, but after I got done watching them all, I think my affection for the story deepened even more. It's just so stinkin' brilliant! And Peter Jackson - what a marvelous job of giving life to a story that was already leaping off the pages. He certainly did the books justice in my opinion.
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