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To My Brothers And Sisters

In Musings, Short on November 27, 2013 at 1:20 am

A while back I posted on Facebook asking our friends for suggestions about blog topics. Someone said I should talk about purity. I don’t think I have ever addressed this subject that so many are obsessed with.

I don’t like the “purity” movement. I don’t think it leaves room for openness and honesty with our brothers and sisters. And, I think it has a lot of ramifications that go unnoticed.

I have noticed an alarming number of unwed 20-somethings. When found in the secular culture everyone assumes it is because they are avoiding commitment etc, but why are there so many in the Christian homeschooling community? Shouldn’t we be marrying and “taking dominion of the earth”? There is at least one issue with this. Guys and girls aren’t allowed to talk to each other much. In the immortal words of Widow Paroo,

“It’s a well-known principle that if you keep the flint in one drawer and the steel in the other, you’ll never strike much of a fire.”

The main reason is that in the quest to keep from thinking “impure” thoughts, guys and girls neglect 1 Timothy 5:1-2.

Don’t be harsh or impatient with an older man. Talk to him as you would your own father, and to the younger men as your brothers. Reverently honor an older woman as you would your mother, and the younger women as sisters.

Since we only view a member of the opposite sex as someone’s future mate, girls and guys usually end up just, well, avoiding each other. This is so wrong! We are both created in the image of God, and are told by Him to treat each other like siblings!  

The worst part that it takes the focus away. Instead of focusing on walking with God as a family, we avoid each other and talk about how fantastic it is to do so! How about be open and humble with each other. We all have struggles, we all need grace, we all long for support. As children of the Most High King, we are not only princes and princesses, but brothers and sisters. Not all princes are Prince Charming, most of them are our brothers. Let’s treat them that way.

The End

In Books and Movies, Musings on November 20, 2013 at 11:37 pm

You may not know this about me, I haven’t really talked about it much, but I have a love-hate relationship with endings. A good ending will leave me in a good mood for days. Whereas a bad one can make me mad at the world.

I like happy endings. The Guy get The Girl, the Baddie gets got, all is well in the world, and there is obviously more going to happen after you read the last page. It’s like, when you open a book you open a window to a different world. If, when you close the book, the world seems go on behind the pages, that is a good ending. Even though I don’t like books that are too realistic (unless very well written, like Scarlet Pimpernel or Kidnapped), I like an ending that is more like a beginning. Because that’s how life really is. It may be an ending of one part of life, but it goes on after that.

I finished a book like that last night. As always when you pick up a good book, you entered a new world. This time it was a world of books piled high, mysterious men, and scared little girls. There was no way of knowing who to trust, too many strange things were going on. It was wonderful. I often get sucked into books and forget that I am reading, in Inkheart it was so much more vivid. Like it was really happening. Some of the plotlines were predictable, but enough weren’t that it made everything suspect. If I ever do another What To Read list, Inkheart will most certainly be on it. The end felt more like a beginning. I guess that makes sense, since it is the first in a trilogy, but this was even more so than most I’ve read. It was enchanting.

I got another book from the library yesterday. It is one that I have been waiting for years to read. I have a habit of getting overly attached to series by dead authors. When I was around 10, I had just caught on to reading on my own and I went straight to “tough” books. Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and A Wrinkle in Time. I stumbled through Jane Austin and slowly picked at Alcott, but I devoured Madeleine L’Engle. Even her name is more intriguing. After years of wanting to read the last book in the series, I found a copy of An Acceptable Time at the library. I got home and cried. How will it end? I almost don’t want to read it, just because then it won’t end. It reminds me of an exchange on The Shop Around the Corner:

Alfred Kralik (played by the dashing Jimmy Stewart): Pirovitch, did you ever get a bonus?

Pirovitch: Yes, once.

Alfred Kralik: Yeah. The boss hands you the envelope. You wonder how much is in it, and you don’t want to open it. As long as the envelope’s closed, you’re a millionaire.

I like how the BBC series, Robin Hood ended. I’ve heard so many people talk about how terrible it is, but I love it. Marian dies at the end of season two.  For a few fleeting moments they are wed, and she dies a beautiful death, in the arms of Robin. On the very last episode Robin dies too. He lies alone in the forest, and just as he begins to slip away, he sees Marian walking over the hill. Beautiful.

And then I wonder about my life. Part of me wants to have a dramatic and beautiful death. Actually, that part of me is a pretty big one. Something like Marian’s. But then, a nice quiet death after a life full of love and adventure sounds… nice. 

My mistake

In Short on November 20, 2013 at 11:34 am

Sorry folks! I posted a post this morning that wasn’t ready! Please ignore any alarming things you read. They weren’t ready for public viewing! Sorry!

Obstacles in Your Path

In Musings on November 13, 2013 at 12:20 am

Lindsey Stirling is an amazing musician. After watching this video of her at a TEDx event, that was all that I could think. It starts out playing Electric Daisy Violin, but it’s all wrong. The violin is out of tune, and Lindsey knows it. Her usual cheerful persona is nowhere to be found, but she smiles anyway. It was actually hard to watch. She keeps playing, and the song sounds better, but it’s still wrong.

She goes on to talk about her next song, Transcendence. She tells about some of the story behind the song and about the name. Then, with what appears to be fear and trembling, she plays the song. It still isn’t right, it’s different. I have no musical training, so I’m not sure what she did, but it almost sounds like she’s playing a different part. Regardless of what it is she does, she does it on the spot, and it improves the song.

I’ll be honest, it sounds like a bad fan cover video. But I think it is a fantastic example of a great musician. How you react when you are given sub-par equipment or material shows who you are. If you can still scratch out a tune that isn’t necessarily easy on the ears, but still not boo-worthy, that is a sign of greatness.

Now, for me, the music thing doesn’t actually apply, I can play piano a very little bit and I can hardly read music at all. But this is a lesson that transfers easily.

Lately I have been having trouble with my WordPress dashboard. I don’t know what the deal is, but when I go to write an entry, it won’t let me use the setting I like. You may not be familiar with the setup on WordPress, but there are two ways you can write a post, Visual and Text. Visual gives you the normal word document buttons like for bold I for italic and, possibly my favorite button, the hyperlink symbol. Text forces you to use code. It is great for embedding video and stuff like that, but I haven’t done any coding since I was about 13. I don’t like writing in Text mode. It puts me just a little further up the crazy meter than I was that morning and the words don’t flow like they usually do.

If you have read my writing long, you probably have noticed editing is not my strongest weapon in my English arsenal. It’s wright up their whith spelling and grammer. I read the words in my head and the little voice assume they say what I meant for them to say. On more than one occasion Mom has hacked my account and fixed something. as of yet, she has not just outright deleted a post, for this I am thankful.

These are just a couple of the things I have had to overcome to get any writing done these past few weeks. So what kind of writing comes out when my pen gets squeezed? I can’t say that I am exactly proud of what I have written under these conditions, but my stats have not been exactly discouraging either.

Superstitious Deism or True Love?

In Books and Movies, Musings on November 6, 2013 at 10:37 pm

I have heard several people refer to the UK as a “post-christian society.” This bugs me. It’s not just because most of my favorite actors, writers, musicians and tv shows come from there, but because I don’t think it is an accurate assessment.

They aren’t post Christian, they are post superstition. The Christianity that they have is primarily the Church of England. They are a cultural church, not a personal church.

When people around me refer to “Post-Christian” it is usually in response to my fangirling about either Sherlock, Doctor Who or Downton Abbey (No one complains when I talk about Robin Hood…). They respond this way because of the way that the British media over accentuates homosexuality or how they mock Christianity. Then they look at me like my Salvation is in question when I say something to the effect of “Yeah, but it doesn’t bother me.” A pig stinks.

I’m going to focus on the mocking of Christianity. This has usually been with Doctor Who. There are whole subplots and sometimes even plots, devoted to mocking Christianity. This one not only doesn’t bother me, I kind of agree with it. The only Christianity that most Brits have been exposed to is an archaic and superstitious religion. It is, dare I even breathe the word? Mockworthy. Because it isn’t true. Christianity without the Gospel is worth mocking. It doesn’t make any sense at all. True Christianity doesn’t make enough sense on its own, but without love and the Gospel, it is absolute folly. Why should we follow a 2,000 year old list of rules put in place by some cosmic being, that we aren’t really sure exists?

I actually don’t blame them. If that was the only kind of “Christians” I had ever met, I would probably mock them too. If I weren’t saved. But, because I know what they are missing, they both make me weep. I feel sorry for the mockers because the only thing they have is a foolish shadow, so they mock it. At first I get mad at the church-goers because they are only perpetuating this shadow, but then, I feel sorry for them because they don’t know any better.

It doesn’t bug me that they mock their “church”. That’s not who I am. What does bother me is that their “church” calls itself Christian. It is moralistic, therapeutic, deism masquerading as a way to salvation. If these mockers were confronted with a society of people who had a true relationship with the risen Savior and lived in a manner worthy of the Gospel, they would likely not recognize it as Christianity.

I’ll leave you with something I’ve been chewing on. How can we make sure our faith doesn’t become superstitious? What would it look like if it was?

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