Book Review: SEAL of God

SEAL of GodI got SEAL of God by Chad Williams and David Thomas a few years ago when it came up on a Kindle app sale without really knowing much about it.

It’s the story of Chad Williams, who, as he was growing up, was talented athletically, played baseball, went on to skateboarding (even making commercials and receiving sponsorships), and then made a lot of money sport fishing, but his interest in each fizzled out after a time. He didn’t do well at school, not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t like academic work. He was from a Christian home, but was not a believer (beyond the occasional prayer for help out of a jam) and got into drinking, doing drugs, and partying. He liked taking risks, pulling pranks, and doing crazy, senseless (to anyone else) stunts just for the thrill. But at a point in his freshman year of college when the thrill of everything else was gone, and desiring to do “something big,” he decided he wanted to be a Navy SEAL.

His parents were dismayed, not only because of the danger, but because nothing in his life indicated that being a SEAL would work out for him. But he was determined. They had numerous discussions and confrontations that ended in stalemates until his father hit on the idea to ask a former navy SEAL to put him through the toughest workout he could. But that backfired – the SEAL, Scott Helvenston, saw something in Chad and took him on to train him for SEAL tryouts. They developed a close friendship through their time together, and Chad looked on Scott as a mentor.

Before Chad left for the Navy, Scott accepted a contract with a security firm that aided the military to go to Iraq. Only nineteen days before leaving for boot camp, Chad learned that Scott had been one of four Americans killed when Iraqis ambushed their vehicle, beat them, dragged them through the streets, and then hung them upside down from a bridge. Chad was crushed, but his sorrow turned to rage and a desire for revenge.

A good chunk of the book tells of the SEAL training, beyond rigorous both physically and mentally.

Chad continued his drinking, partying, and drug use when he was away from the base. On one trip home, he placated his parents during an argument by agreeing to go to church with them and planning to go to a party afterward. He warned his girlfriend what the service would be like and cautioned her not to raise her hand during the service if the preacher asked if anyone wanted to get right with God because it was a trick – they would then ask anyone who raised their hands to come forward and go to a room and talk with someone. But as Chad listened to the message, something finally clicked. He ended up raising his hand, going forward, and trusting Christ as Savior.

Fairly soon afterward, he had a desire to be an evangelist. He tried to see if there was a way to leave the SEALs early, both because of this desire and because his becoming a Christian and not going with the guys to drink any more put a wedge between them: they thought he was diluting their camaraderie and even physically attacked him. He ended up having to stay but was transferred to another unit. He eventually was “one of only thirteen out of a class of 173 to make it through to graduation.”

The rest of the book tells of some of his missions, his first forays into ministry, and how God led in both his ministry and his personal life.

One aspect that surprised and greatly interested me was that this story touched on two other books I had read. In the Presence of My Enemies by Gracia Burnham tells of her and her husband’s experience being captured by the militant group Abu Sayyaf, and a couple of years after that, Chad’s SEAL group along with some Green Berets helped “lay the groundwork” to overcome them. Also his group almost was part of the SEAL group that rescued Captain Richard Phillips, whose ship was commandeered by Somali pirates.

There is a lot of good spiritual truth in this book, but one that stood out to me was his description of how, during his SEAL training, his instructors would push them to the brink of quitting – not because they wanted anyone to quit, but because they wanted the trainees to be able to resist that temptation when they were in adverse conditions on the field. Instructors would either berate them or tempt them with the nice warm bed and food that would be awaiting them if they quit. Whenever someone wanted to quit during what was called their BUD/S course (Basic Underwater Demolition SEAL) and Hell Week, they’d have to go ring a bell specifically designed for the purpose. One particularly hard night, “the bell kept ringing at the hands of guys who were walking out on their dream for just a little bit of comfort.” I can identify with that. I would not have lasted a day in SEAL training, but in other areas of life, it’s so tempting to go the easy route when God’s help is available for whatever He wants us to do.

I enjoyed the book, especially seeing how God radically changed Chad. There are people for whom I am praying for just such a radical change, and seeing it in Chad’s life when there was no previous inclination bolsters my hope for others.

(Sharing at Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books)

Friday’s Fave Five

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It’s Friday, time to look back over the blessings of the week with Susanne at Living to Tell the Story and other friends.

It’s been quite the weather week, with more to come this weekend. Here are some highlights of the past week.

1. More daylight. It’s now light when my husband gets home from work instead of dark! It’s a boost mentally to know that the days are getting longer after the winter solstice, but seeing evidence of it is even more of a boost.

2. Warmth. We’ve had our coldest temperatures so far this winter – down to 9 degrees one morning. (You know it’s been cold when 39 degrees feels like it’s “warming up.”) Plus 4 inches of snow with more expected tonight or tomorrow. I’m thankful for heating, blankets, sweaters, and everything to keep warm when it’s cold out – and thankful for safety on slushy roads, no loss of electricity, and no broken pipes. Also for plenty of supplies and efficient, cheerful service at a crowded grocery store when I ventured out yesterday.

3. Glasses. My W-Mart reading glasses weren’t quite doing the job, and I was thankful that I could just go and pick up the next level up at a store without having to see a doctor. I do still need to do that, and probably to talk about bifocals or progressive lenses, but it’s nice to have adequate resources til then.

4. Napping with Timothy. Sunday when my son and d-i-l were here, they said if I’d rock Timothy after dinner, they’d clean up the kitchen. Well, what grandmother can resist that offer. 🙂 He doesn’t sit still in our laps for too very long any more, so it was sweet to rock him for a while and doze off together.

5. “Puttering” is what I call getting odd, smaller, non-urgent jobs done around the house, and this has been a week full of that kind of thing. I wrote about some earlier in the week and have added more to the list since then. It’s nice to have a week with nothing else pressing so I can get to some of those things.

Hope you are warm and safe wherever you are this weekend!

Just Chatting

I don’t believe in only operating by mood — there are certain things I’d likely never be in the mood to do. But when I’m “in the mood” for cleaning/sorting/organizing, I generally flow with that if I can. I’m not inclined to pull everything out and clean/sort/organize in the springtime just because it’s spring and everyone else is doing it then (though there is nothing wrong with that). But sometimes I get an idea for reorganizing a section or see a space that needs particular attention, go for that, and one thing leads to another. So that’s what I’ve been doing this week. I started to organize a drawer in the frig, noticed some crud at the bottom, and ended up taking everything out and cleaning and straightening. My dish rack needed replacing – it was getting worn and discolored and leaving rusty stains. There was one here when we bought this house, and I stored it in the far back reaches of one of the kitchen cabinets. So I got out the one from the cabinet, cleaned it up, set it in place, transferred everything from the old one to it (mostly the stuff we use for great-grandma’s pureed food – that stuff pretty much stays there since we use it so often), and threw out the old one. Then the cabinet I got the dish rack from needed some reorganizing, then dusting (how does dust get in there when the door is only open occasionally??!! I guess it doesn’t shut tightly enough to keep it out). Then I dusted out several other cabinets, threw away a few things, set some things aside to give away, and organized the rest. I discovered an unused Lazy Susan turntable, and I had been wanting to get one for a corner cabinet that has a lot of dead space on either side of the opening. That led to going through all my spices and throwing out several old ones. One of them was so old that it still had a sticker on it from back in the days when stores used price stickers.

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I don’t know how that came with us when we moved 7 years ago – I guess I didn’t look at the underside. 🙂 But I am sure it’s past its prime now.

I got a splinter for my trouble when dusting one of the cabinets. When trying to pull it out, it broke off, so it is still there – right on the tip of my index finger, so it kept getting bumped and hurting for a while. It doesn’t hurt any more. I am hoping it will work itself out at some point. It’s not too far from the surface but far enough that I don’t want to poke around it.

I keep a running to-do list on the notes section of my phone – so I can jot things down when I think of them (otherwise I can’t promise I’ll ever think of them again, or at least not when I want to). One of the items there was to gather all my vinyl records. We had gotten Jim’s mom one of those old-fashioned-looking combination record player, radio, and CD player when she was in assisted living, but she couldn’t really hear it. When she moved to a nursing home, we put the player in Jesse’s room. I had been looking for a small stand to hold my records (which have been on a shelf in Jim’s mom’s room), and found one a few months ago that would be perfect for the player to sit on. So when Jesse got a clock radio that would also charge his phone, I confiscated claimed asked for this player back. And just this week I finally got all my records in the stand.

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I could probably give away the classical ones – there are probably plenty of avenues to listen to them online. But some of the others are irreplaceable, so I am glad to be set up to listen to them. Remember these guys? I think a few of their things might be on YouTube, but I’m glad to have their albums here.

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Now, isn’t this the most exciting post you’ve ever read? 🙂

It is nice, though, to get some of these things done, and I’ve been in a puttering, getting things done mood more than a writing mood this week. Sometimes I feel a pressure or maybe even a burden, when writing about a certain topic, to finish it and publish it as soon as possible. Other things I’ll work on off and on til I think they’re ready. I keep a running list of ideas I’ve thought of blogging about but haven’t had time to work through yet, and looked through those this week, but haven’t felt inclined to pursue them just now. Thus the puttering instead of writing. 🙂

Today is a snow day – I think we’ve gotten 3-4 inches. At least that’s what it looks like on the patio table.

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(The rubber snakes, by the way, are to keep the birds away from the patio furniture. 🙂 It works until they get too used to them – then we get different ones or rearrange them.) Snow days aren’t what they used to be when the kids were home, with sledding and snowmen and hot chocolate. Jim usually goes in to work, both because he is from Idaho and used to it, and because he’s a manager, and with clients all over the country and world, they can’t just shut down for a few inches of snow. So he’s usually gone for most of the day, and Great-Grandma’s caregiver usually either doesn’t come or leaves early. So there is not the sense of celebration that there used to be. Still, it’s pretty to watch coming down, and the landscape is nicer than barren winter January grey. But I hope it doesn’t stick around. 🙂 I am not comfortable driving in it, and with balance issues, I don’t usually go past the front porch til it’s mostly melted. Jason and Mittu hadn’t taken Timothy out in it yet because he’s acting like he might be getting a cold, but they said they’d video him if they do take him out. 🙂 Jim brought a snowball in to show his mom and acted like he was going to throw it to her. She just looked at him like, “What are you doing?” 🙂

Hope you’re having a good week, whether it’s a busy one or a quiet one – or, like mine, quiet but busy in a different way. 🙂

Book Review: Searching For Eternity

Searching for EternitySearching for Eternity by Elizabeth Musser grabbed me right away, kept me engaged throughout the book, and made me not want it to end while at the same time eager to know what finally happened with the characters.

The story begins in the 1960s with nearly fourteen year old Emile de Bonnery finding that he and his mother have to suddenly leave France, where they have been staying with his grandmother in her 13th century chateau. Though Emile’s French father has been away “on business” often, this time it’s different. His American mother tells him that his father has found someone else and they must leave France immediately to go back to her native Atlanta. Emile protests, to no avail, and barely keeps control over his anger.

Emile feels that his father is a spy, that he’s merely on a mission, and may even be in trouble. Emile’s father, Jean-Baptiste, had been in the French resistance as a teenager during WWII, along with his parents. On each of Emile’s birthdays since he was five, his father has given him a gift of something he used in his resistance days – a book with pages cut away in which to store a switchblade, a thumbtack tin that once held a radio, etc., and told him the story behind that particular item as well as stories of his experiences. Emile knew that his father particularly hated Klaus Barbie, the “butcher of Lyon,” who was responsible for killing multitudes, including national hero Jean Moulin and Emile’s father’s father. Barbie had been condemned to death in absentia, and it was Emile’s theory that his father was hunting for Barbie. But no one agreed with him.

Meanwhile, he has to get used to life in America, especially to starting a new school. Being small for his age, new, and having an accent all seem to make him a target for the class bullies and friendless. Finally at lunch he sits near a girl named Eternity Jones, who, though somewhat aloof, at least doesn’t rebuff him. Gradually they become friends, and Emile eventually learns that Eternity comes from a broken home with a drunken, abusive mother. Eternity acts as protector for her two younger siblings. Wanting to extend help as well as friendship, Emile invites Eternity and her brother and sister to his grandmother’s home.

His grandmother and mother had been estranged for the 15 years his mother had been in France, and she and Emile showed up on her doorstep with no advance warning when they first left France. His mother had told him that her mother was controlling and they didn’t get along, but she welcomed them both with kindness, and her home radiated peace. His mother notes that her mother has changed in many ways. His mother and grandmother both try to make their home a safe haven for Eternity and her siblings.

There is so much in this book, it’s hard to know what to share. The rest of the book covers the next 23 years of Emile’s life and touches on racism, abuse, bullying, being a victim, faith, second chances, as well as what happens to Eternity and her family, Emile’s father, and even Klaus Barbie. It ended just as I hoped it would, but the author kept me guessing until nearly the last few pages.

Here are a few quotes from the book:

The wrong kind of love grabs and holds and chokes and demands and expects.

It’s a lot harder to hate a whole race of people, like the Negroes, or a type of person, like alcoholics, when you start getting to know individuals. Prejudice likes to make generalizations and stay far away. I wanted to get to know [Eternity’s mother] before I judged her too harshly.

Grandma had always said that suffering etched character into God’s people, making them stronger, better, holier, more useful to God and man. I had believed her for many years, but I did not see it on this night.

“I know it seems wrong and cruel. But this is what you must do. Let go. Give up the control, Emile. Be mad, grieve, accept that you cannot figure it out. Give up.”
“Giving up is weakness!”
“This time it will be strength.”
“How?”
“You must give up, not out of resignation, but out of trust. Trust that God knows and cares and will let you in on all the secrets you need to know in His time.”

There is more to life than looking for answers. Some answers you will never find–some you will. As long as the most important question is answered, the ‘not knowing’ of the others doesn’t seem so unbearable.

“The good thing about following Jesus is that His Word eventually seeps way down into your heart. And then, when you need to respond as He would, somehow that love blooms, watered by years of tears and tended by His Spirit. It blooms. Maybe not all at once, Emile. But eventually. He doesn’t waste your obedience. It counts. It works.” I said nothing, but I was listening, begging God to let her words–His words–penetrate my heart.

Victims could move on, but deep down they were still victims. Maybe there were parts of us that would never recover from the injuries of the past. And maybe that was all right, because we could still be useful in our maimed and injured state. ‘For when I am weak, then am I strong.’ I grabbed on to those words of the apostle Paul.

Elizabeth Musser’s being from Atlanta, being a missionary in France, and her teen boys being “third culture kids” all contribute to the realism in the book. The occasional mentions of eating at the Varsity in Atlanta have me questioning why I never went there the few years we lived in the area!

I don’t feel I have done this book justice at all, but I don’t want to say more about it and give too much away. So I’ll just say, it’s good. You should read it. It comes up occasionally on sale for the Kindle app. So far I have enjoyed all of Elizabeth Musser’s books, and I am eager to read more. And I am going to miss these characters!

(Sharing at Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books)

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Here are some thought-provoking reads discovered in the last week:

We Lost a Child, and Gained Something Greater.

The Not-So-Quiet Quiet Time. HT to Challies. “”It has become common among Christians to think that listening to God means being quiet and listening to our own hearts. But here’s the problem with that: God says, “My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways” (Isaiah 55:8).” “That is why the Bible says that the “entrance” of God’s Word gives light (Psa. 119:130, KJV). We do not have entrance to God through any other way, except the Word of God. You won’t get to know God by reflecting on your own thoughts and feelings on the sofa with some Christian music on in the background. You listen to God with an open Bible!”

A lot of us seem to be thinking about Titus 2 ladies. The day I posted I’m an older woman…now what? Jess Connell posted The Elusive Titus 2 Woman. She has some reasons I hadn’t thought of for the seeming lack of them plus a reminder to compare their advice with Scripture. She also linked to another good post, Titus 2 IRL – Is that what you really want? I especially like this quote from the latter: “It will be difficult to find this type of relationship online, but not completely impossible. Should we have IRL Titus 2 women?  Yes – but be prepared to listen and potentially get your feelings stepped on.  If you want those real relationships, you have to be willing to be real and raw and teachable.  Iron sharpens iron and sharpening hurts…. Is that what you really want?”

When Life Feels Like Drudgery. “Faithfulness in drudgery is what faithfulness is all about.  Most of life is drudgery, isn’t it?  The messes, the commute, the weeds that keep growing, the bellies that need feeding, the clothes that need washing….When I step back, I see that the cooking and the homework and the messes are part of the much more glorious picture of what God is doing in our family.”

Seven reasons why you shouldn’t read 1 Timothy 6:1-2 as an endorsement of slavery.

Hail, January. It’s my least favorite month, but this has some things to appreciate about it.

How to Encourage (or Discourage) a Writer on Deadline.

Short but sweet – a baby sea otter napping while his mom is floating:

Happy Saturday!

 

Friday’s Fave Five

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It’s Friday, time to look back over the blessings of the week with Susanne at Living to Tell the Story and other friends.

Thankfully it has been a much quieter week than the last few. I still haven’t gotten to some of the things I have been wanting to get done, but the peacefulness has been a blessing. Here are some of this week’s highlights:

1. An in-house date night. All the kids had other plans last Saturday night, so our in-house date consisted mainly of getting take-out from my husband’s favorite Asian restaurant. It was lovely not to have to cook or clean up after a meal.

2. Dinner at my son and daughter-in-law’s on Sunday. Jason got a new grill for Christmas and wanted to break it in, so my husband initiated him into the ways of the Grillmaster. 🙂  Because of these first two, I basically had the weekend off from cooking except for Sunday morning breakfast and my mother-in-law’s stuff. Nice!

3. A husband who cleans up the kitchen on Sunday mornings. I always appreciate his help, but I don’t usually ask for it because he already works 10-12 hours most days. But when his mom first came to our home and we went through a number of different caregivers for her on weekends, he would always stay home from church the first few days we had anyone new, both to train them and to make sure of how they handled his mom. Since he was home those days, he would finish the dishes and wipe down the counters and stove while we were at church. Since we have a regular caregiver now and he’s been able to attend church again, he’s kept up the habit of cleaning up Sunday mornings. That’s been such a big help. Often I would not have time and then would have to clean up from both breakfast and lunch after church. This last Sunday, there was enough to start the dishwasher before we left, so to walk in after church and eating at J&M’s to a spotless kitchen and to just be able to rest and relax was heavenly.

4. A day of rest. With meals and kitchen clean-up taken care of, I don’t know why I was so wiped out on Sunday afternoon, except that I was out more than normal over the weekend. Those of you who read here regularly know that I place great importance on church. I know sometimes even if I’m feeling kind of draggy, by the time I get there, I’m fine and glad I went. But for whatever reason, I crashed when we got home in the afternoon and didn’t wake up til 6:30, then read for most of the evening. I felt so refreshed.

5. A limited allergic reaction. One day this week, my little grandson had an allergic reaction, we think from the strawberries in his yogurt at lunchtime. My d-i-l said he broke out into hives and tiny blisters. They started him on Benadryl right away and took him to the doctor as soon as my son could get home from work, and by that time everything had settled down. He’s supposed to stay on Benadryl for a while. Though I am sad he had a reaction, I’ve read of so many life-threatening occurrences requiring an ER visit from friends with kids who have allergies that I was glad it didn’t go that far.

If I were to add a bonus this week, it would be a good winter coat. We’ve been blessed with a very mild winter until recently. This week it has started actually feeling like January with the lowest temperatures we’ve had so far. I don’t like to wear my winter coat often because it’s so heavy, but when it is needed it sure does the job.

Hope you are warm and comfy where you are! Happy Friday!

Book Review: Gilead

GileadIn Gilead by Marilynne Robinson, set in the small town of Gilead, Iowa, in 1956, 76 year old John Ames knows that he is dying and wants to leave behind for his seven year old son the things that he would have told him along the way as he grew up.

Part of his writing conveys family history. John’s grandfather was a fiery one-eyed Elijah of a Congregationalist preacher, active in the abolitionist movement, the Civil War, and in raids, encouraging his congregation to go and do likewise. John’s father was also a preacher, but was a pacifist with a very different personality. Thus, though they cared for each other, there was inevitable conflict between his father and grandfather, some of it mild and some drastic. One thing he said of his grandfather, and his tendency to believe his way in anything was the only way, was, “He may, so to speak, have been too dazzled by the great light of his experience to realize that an impressiveness sun shines on us all” (p. 91). Later he says of them, “They loved each other’s company when they weren’t at each other’s throats, which meant when they were silent (p. 192). And in another place, “A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.”

Part of his writing tells of his own history, the loss of his first wife and daughter, years of personal loneliness while preaching and ministering, then the unexpected treasure of a second marriage to a much younger woman, and then the birth of his son.

Part of it details his theological musings and conundrums.

When you encounter another person…it is as if a question is being put to you. So you must think, What is the Lord asking of me in this moment, in this situation? If you confront insult or antagonism, your first impulse will be to respond in kind. But if you think, as it were, This is an emissary sent from the Lord, and some benefit is intended for me, first of all the occasion to demonstrate my faithfulness, the chance to show that I do in some small degree participate in the grace that saved me, you are free to act otherwise than as circumstances would seem to dictate. You are free to act by your own lights. You are freed at the same time of the impulse to hate or resent that person. He would probably laugh at the thought that the Lord sent him to you for your benefit (and his), but that is the perfection of the disguise, his own ignorance of it…I am reminded of this precious instruction by my own great failure to live up to it recently…(p. 124)

(Re a secular article about religion) It says 95% of us say we believe in God. But our religion doesn’t meet the writer’s standards, not at all. To his mind, all those people in all those churches are the scribes and the Pharisees. He seems to me to be a bit of a scribe himself, scorning and rebuking the way he does. How do you tell a scribe from a prophet, which is what he clearly takes himself to be? The prophets love the people they chastise, a thing this writer does not appear to me to do (p. 142, emphasis mine). It seems to me that the spirit of religious self-righteousness this article deplores is precisely the spirit in which is is written. Of course he is right about many things, one of them being the destructive potency of religious self-righteousness (p. 146).

I am thinking about that passage in the Institutes where it says the image of the Lord in anyone is much more than reason enough to love him, and that the Lord stands waiting to take our enemies’ sins upon Himself. So it is a rejection of the reality of grace to hold our enemy at fault…People tend to forget that we are to love our enemies…because God their Father loves them (p. 189).

Part of it relates the miseries of aging.

You probably don’t remember much about old Boughton. He is a little cross now from time to time, which is understandable considering his discomfort. It would be a pity if that is what you remembered of him (p. 18).

To be useful was the best thing the old men ever hoped for themselves, and to be aimless was their worst fear (p. 49).

(When someone jumped in to help him) I’d rather drop dead doing for myself than add a day to myself by acting helpless. But he meant well (p. 218).

I feel as if I am being left out, as though I’m some straggler and people can’t quite remember to stay back for me.

Part of it captures the magic of everyday moments, and I think this is where Robinson’s writing shines brightest.

It was the kind of light that rests on your shoulders the way a cat lies on your lap (p. 51).

I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is a human beauty in it. And I can’t believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence…(p. 57).

His lovely wife tends her zinnias in the mild morning light and his find young man comes fondly mishandling that perpetually lost sheep of a cat, Soapy, once more back from perdition for the time being, to what would have been general rejoicing” (p. 93, one of my favorite sentences).

Well, but you two are dancing around in your iridescent little downpour, whooping and stomping as sane people ought to do when they encounter a thing so miraculous as water.

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.

I wish I could leave you certain of the images in my mind, because they are so beautiful that I hate to think they will be extinguished when I am. Well, but again, this life has its own mortal loveliness. And memory is not strictly mortal in its nature, either. It is a strange thing, after all, to be able to return to a moment, when it can hardly be said to have any reality at all, even in its passing. A moment is such a slight thing. I mean, that its abiding is a most gracious reprieve.

Part of it goes into great detail about his best friend, a fellow preacher who is known by his last name, Boughton, and his prodigal son and John’s namesake and godson, Jack. Boughton is also dying, and is delighted that Jack is back, but there is a shadow over his visit. John alludes to a major wrong Jack had done, and tells us about it later on as well as the more minor indiscretions of his youth that went beyond mischievousness into pure meanness. John finds it hard to forgive Jack and suspects that the time he’s spending at his home interacting with his wife and son means that Jack is setting himself up to take John’s place in their lives after he dies. Much of John’s theological wrestling is over his attitude toward Jack, not only as a fellow man, but also as a Christian, a pastor, and the friend of his father. After one such session with various thoughts relating to Jack, he writes, “This is not doing me any good at all. I’d better pray” (p. 185). I have said similar things to myself.

Part of it conveys his thoughts about his coming death.

Existence seems to me now the most remarkable thing that could ever be imagined. I’m about to put on imperishability. In an instant, in the twinkling of an eye (p. 55).

Our dream of life will end as dreams do end, abruptly and completely, when the sun rises, when the light comes (p. 104).

I have decided the two choices open to me are (1) to torment myself or (2) to trust the Lord. There is no earthly solution to the problems that confront me. But I can add to my problems, as I believe I have done, by dwelling on them. So, no more of that (p. 126).

I admit I had a hard time getting into this book at first. I think part of that is that I had heard it praised so highly that my expectations were so raised that nothing could have met them. It’s written in the form of letters to his son, though it’s not letters so much as a diary, where he jotted down thoughts here and there as they came to him. Neither epistolary nor stream-of-consciousness narratives are my favorite. And it seemed to set off extremely slowly. Somewhere I read that it “forces us to slow down to the pace of a 76 year old man.” But one of my motivations in persevering with it was that I didn’t want to be the only person in the country not to “get” it. 🙂  And I am glad I continued on. Though it will never be my favorite book, there is a richness and a depth that makes it much worth it.

One of the themes is fathers and sons – John’s grandfather and his son; John’s father and himself; John and his son, Boughton and his son, the prodigal son and his father, and God the Father and his children. Race relations are a prominent factor throughout the book. The contemplation of ordinary moments, of coming to terms with our mortality, of what it means to live as a Christian, especially when it’s not easy, are all intertwining themes as well.

There were numerous places I disagreed with parts of Ames’ theology (e.g., water being “the vehicle of the Holy Spirit” in baptism [p. 24], infant baptism, the taking as figurative some Scriptures that many would take as literal, and various other places), or his logic, such as his thought that the people’s lack of taking meaning from the plague was why they’d had continuous war since (p. 43). But, while not setting aside those issues, I can still see and appreciate much of truth conveyed in these pages.

I’ve marveled that a book that is so clearly religious has been so widely loved. This review in the New York Times is a nicely done example. I think perhaps a large part of it is Ames’ personality – humble, struggling, yet sure of truth but not in a belligerent way.

I’ll close with this quote from John to his son, something I think most parents could echo:

I’m writing this in part to tell you that if you ever wonder what you’ve done in your life, and everyone does wonder sooner or later, you have been God’s grace to me, a miracle, something more than a miracle. You may not remember me very well at all, and it may seem to you to be no great thing to have been the good child of an old man in a shabby little town you will no doubt leave behind. If only I had the words to tell you.

(Sharing at Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books)

I’m an older woman…so now what?

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Younger and older women alike sometimes look at Titus 2:3-5 with varying degrees of emotion and sometimes more questions than answers:

The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things;

That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children,

To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.

First of all, how old is “aged?” The ESV graciously says “older” instead. Sometimes women resist the admonition in these verses because they don’t want to admit to being an “older” woman (although I’ve often said we’re all older than somebody.) But being now on the far side of my 50s, yes, I have to admit I am probably getting there.

The second questions that comes to my mind is “How am I supposed to go about this teaching?” I don’t think the text means that older women are supposed to buttonhole younger women and lecture them. That would not go over very well at all!

I shared in a post on mentoring women that Paul probably did not have in mind classes or retreats when he wrote this. I don’t know if they had such things (as we think of them) then. We do have them these days, and they can be a great blessing. Even still, there would only be a small number of older women in an “official” teaching capacity. Are the rest of us off the hook? I don’t think so. I also mentioned there that some churches have formed one-on-one mentoring programs, or some women have specifically asked an older woman to meet with them regularly. For me personally, the best teaching I received from older women wasn’t necessarily done deliberately. As a Christian teenager from a non-Christian home, I mostly went to church alone unless I took my younger siblings. Another family in my church invited me over regularly, and God used them greatly in my life to show me how a Christian home operates. The wife, in particular, was a lovely example to me in every way: her relationship with her husband and children, her homemaking, her sweet spirit. But I don’t think they took me on specifically as a “project.” They were just hospitable, and their character and spirit came through everything they did. Similarly, often in the everyday activities of church life – nursery duty, baby showers, ladies meetings, ladies Bible studies, putting bulletin boards up, etc. – very often God would send me “a word in due season” from sometimes a seemingly chance remark by an older lady. One of the few times of specific instruction I remember was when a mom of teenagers was taking about one of them (favorably) while we put up a bulletin board and said something like, “When your kids get older, don’t dread the teen years. Don’t expect those years to be tense and rebellious. You can have a good relationship with your teens and they can grow a lot during that time.” That stayed with me through my own kids’ teen years, and I am so glad it did, because the worldly wisdom by then was that it’s a necessary rite of passage for teens to be rebellious and somewhat estranged from their parents. That lady’s advice probably saved our family from some grievous attitudes during that time. So, though there are other more official ways to teach, to me, to employ an overused phrase, “doing life together” is one of the best.

Then there is blogging and writing. Again, this may not be something Paul had specifically in mind, but it’s a great avenue to share truth in this day. Many of us won’t go on to write books, but we can share from our experiences through a blog. For me, again, some of my favorite blogs have not been specifically didactic, though I have learned from that kind as well. When I first started blogging, the blogging world (at least among the women I knew) was chatty and neighborly, more like visiting over the back fence. There wasn’t as much talk then of “branding” or finding one’s niche. Sometimes I consider whether I should make my blog a little more professional or focused, but for now, even though I do get a little teachy in some posts, I still prefer the “doing life together” aspect, and hopefully sharing a Christian view of handling life in the process. I do wonder whether that costs me some readers who don’t view a blog like this as a “serious” blog next to the didactic ones. I probably would never make any list of “Best Christian Women Bloggers Over 50.” But that’s not my goal. My goal is to blog about life and what God is teaching me along the way. As I mentioned, some of my favorite blogs were the same type. For example, my friend Dianna, who, sadly, isn’t blogging any more, wrote mostly about her home and family, but her sweet godly spirit shone through and was an example, and often a rebuke, to me, just in her writing about the course of her day or some project she was doing at home.

When it comes to what to teach, I am much relieved by what the text says. I don’t think this is an exhaustive list: I think older women can teach other women the Word of God in an expository manner and touch on other subjects than what is listed. Lisa Spence discusses this more fully in her post I am more than my motherhood. But what relieves me in reading about the specific topics listed is this: I don’t have to take sides in the latest “mommy wars” topic being debated or on any couple’s marital debate, but in my interaction with women, I can teach and encourage loving hearts and godly attitudes. I’m relieved that I don’t necessarily have to teach younger women how to raise their children, because I’ve been astonished at how much I have forgotten about some of the details, and some recommendations have changed over the years (even with my own three children in the nine-year span between the births of the oldest and youngest, I had three different official medical instructions about the position they were supposed to sleep in from the same doctor). Plus there is a lot of room for different opinions and methods even in Christian parenthood. I’m happy to share any specifics I might remember when asked or if I think of something that would be helpful. But above the details, I’m concerned with godly character.

I have read a number of times over the years the question from younger women, “Where are the older, godly, Titus 2 women?” More recently I’ve seen the question, “Where are the older women bloggers?” Lisa makes the point that older women can’t write about parenting their teens or adult children as they write about their 2-year-olds because we need to be circumspect about their privacy. They may not want Mom to share anything about their interactions, good or bad, even if it might be helpful to others. Sometimes older women hold back because they don’t feel qualified: they feel like they’d have to “have it all together” in order to say anything. Years ago at a ladies meeting when I wanted to set up a panel discussion and entertain some questions about how to love one’s husband, I had a hard time getting anyone to be on the panel for this reason: everyone felt their own need of instruction, no matter how old they were or how long they had been married.  Some things I wrote in an earlier post, Why Older Women Don’t Serve (in the church), come into play here as well: sometimes older women in the “sandwich generation” are taking care of elderly parents or facing their own health issues. Sometimes, honestly, they don’t feel wanted. I’ve shared before that I was stunned when a younger mom shared with me that the younger women didn’t come to our ladies’ meetings because all the ladies there were “older.” My first thought was, “Well, of course that’s the case if the younger women don’t come.” I was admittedly hurt and my confidence was shaken. We weren’t that much older: this lady was in her early 30s and most of the ladies who attended the meetings were in their 40s and 50s. I wrestled for a long time with how to make our meeting topics and luncheon themes and decorations more contemporary and appealing to younger women, but I’ve always had a little hesitancy since then in dealing with younger women, feeling that they don’t really want to be around me. Aimee Byrd touched on the fact that older women bloggers are out there, but they don’t get as much notice because everyone follows after younger women bloggers (many of whom are doing a wonderful job.). Perhaps older women just need to be encouraged that we really do want to hear them.

So to younger women who are seeking Titus 2 women in their lives, I would say this:

  • First of all, pray for God’s guidance, direction, and provision.
  • Second, look around among the women in your church or family.
  • Observe. In every stage and season of my life, God has placed ladies just ahead of me that I have learned much from just by observing.
  • Interact with them, whether going to ladies’ meetings, talking with them at baby showers, asking them over for lunch or dinner, etc.
  • Feel free to ask questions. They’re much more willing to share when they know their thoughts are wanted.
  • Don’t expect perfection. You won’t find it. No one is faultless. In addition, sometimes an older woman will share something with you that offends you. Sometimes that’s because we are not willing to change in an area we need to; sometimes it’s because the older woman was not terribly gracious. In a post that has stayed with me for years, Courtney Joseph told about someone confronting her about modesty in not the most gracious way, but to her credit, Courtney took to heart the things she said because truth rose above the attitudes (her follow-up post here encourages readers to extend grace even when others have not acted graciously towards us. That’s what grace does.)
  • Don’t expect a fairy godmother. In some source I forgot to note, one woman lamenting not having  Titus 2 woman in her life wanted someone to come into her home, watch her children, help her with housework, answer all her questions, and solve all her problems.
  • Be teachable. When I looked up the Greek word translated “teach” in Titus 2:4, the definitions listed were:

1. restore one to his senses

2. to moderate, control, curb, disciple

3. to hold one to his duty

4. to admonish, to exhort earnestly

Most of us wouldn’t mind that from a book or speaker, but would hold at arm’s length, or even be offended, at someone trying to do these things on a personal level. Incidentally, this is the only occasion this word is used in the New Testament.

  • Glean. Sometimes you’ll get different opinions from different older women whom you respect and who both love the Lord. This was hard for me as a young mom until I hit upon the idea of gleaning – kindly listening and then taking from their advice what would best work for our family and leaving the rest.
  • Read. I’ve probably benefited as much, if not more, from reading books written by godly older woman as I have from personal interaction, both books specifically designed to teach Titus 2:3-5 as well as biographies and even, in some cases, Christian fiction.

To older (however you define that) women, wondering how to go about living out Titus 2:3-5:

  • Concentrate on being before doing. Notice verse 3, which we often gloss over to get to the rest, talks about an older woman’s character. Holiness, self-control, discretion, concern for others, truthfulness, and being willing to share with others are all a part of what we need to cultivate in our own lives.
  • Be aware that younger women will probably observe your actions long before they ask you specific questions. Don’t do anything for “show,” but be mindful of your example, seek God’s grace to be a good one, and confess to Him (and anyone else involved) when you fail. Seeing how someone handles a failure can be as instructive as anything else.
  • Pray for God’s guidance, direction, and grace.
  • Remember the source of wisdom and the way He wants us to share it: “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him” (James 1:5); “But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy” (James 3:17); “But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption” (1 Corinthians 1:30).
  • Don’t wait for perfection. That won’t happen til you get to heaven. Women need examples and instructions from women with the same struggles and faults they have so they’ll know they can seek God’s grace, forgiveness, and help with them.
  • Seek ways to interact with and develop relationships with younger women. Show interest. Sometimes that might mean seeking them out at a church function rather than the friend you always talk to. Sometimes that might mean extending hospitality. A couple of women I know minister specifically to younger women, one by offering to babysit, the other by offering to help out at home for a few days after a baby is born. Those might not be your way of ministry, but God will direct you in what you can do. And He may not lead you into an “official” ministry, but just being available and encouraging, being a conduit for that “word in due season,” is a great help in itself.
  • If you feel a younger woman does need confrontation in some area, pray much about it first and seek to have a gracious attitude. Don’t assume her motives are wrong: maybe she was never instructed or hasn’t thought about the issue. It’s usually best to speak from the position of a relationship with the person rather than from that of an acquaintance, to talk with that person privately, and not to discuss their issues with anyone else.
  • Don’t fall into the trap of seeming as though the way things were done “in our day” are the only way they can ever be done.
  • Don’t cross the line into being a busybody.
  • Somehow we usually think of these verses in regard to newly married women or young moms. But don’t forget about single ladies and middle-aged ladies. I’d love to see more writing from godly women about handling an aging body, parenting adult children, being a mother-in-law, caring for aging parents, preparing for “old” age, etc.
  • Realize that younger women do want to hear from you.

May God give ladies of all ages grace as we seek His will and interact and learn from each other.

Related posts here at Stray Thoughts:

How Not to Become an Old Biddy.
Mentoring Women.
Why Don’t Older Women Serve?
Ways Older Women Can Serve.
Despise Not Thy Mother When She Is Old
With All Our Feebleness.
Finishing Well.

Sharing at Literary Musing Mondays, Inspire Me Mondays, Me, Coffee, and Jesus, Testimony Tuesday, Wise Woman, #TellHisStory, Works For Me Wednesday, Thought-Provoking Thursdays.

 

Laudable Linkage

It’s been quite a while since I’ve been able to share interesting links found in my reading. Probably everyone was too busy to read just as I was too busy to gather them. 🙂 Now that we’re back in a regular routine, here is some good reading for your perusal if you have time:

This time of year, there’s a lot written about spending time in the Bible – starting or renewing the habit. These are all good:

Strategizing “Time in the Word” for a New Year. Jen describes the differences between reading plans, Bible studies, and topical studies and when you might want to choose one over the other.

Plan to Abide in God’s Word.

Why to Study the Bible.

7 Ways to Approach Your Bible in 2016.

Ten Check-up Questions For the New Year.

Serpents, Seeds, and a Savior. Rich thoughts from Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth on Genesis 2-3 from the perspective of a newlywed.

Gluttony: Gospel Reflections for Foodies and Comfort Eaters. Very helpful way of looking at it.

Caring For Aging Parents.

Why Women Should Study Church History.

The Middle Years: There’s Good News, Too!

5 Ways You Are Ruining Your Child’s Life.

How to Make Reading Resolutions.

A couple about writing:

11 Ways to Write Better.

How to Outline a Novel (Even If You’re Not an Outliner)

Finally, for a smile or two -my son showed me this first video of a raccoon trying to wash cotton candy. It took him a few tries to figure it out. 🙂

And last of all, Susanne posted this yesterday:

Happy Saturday!

Friday’s Fave Five

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It’s Friday, time to look back over the blessings of the week with Susanne at Living to Tell the Story and other friends.

We’ve had a two-week break from FFF since the last two Fridays were on holidays. I’ve missed it, but I appreciated the break as well. I don’t know if I could have gotten posts in on those days, but even if I could have, I would not have had time to visit around, and I think if someone is going to participate in some thing like this, they should visit at least some of the others. I think most of us were probably in this boat. It’s funny, though, that FFF has become such a habit that I kept thinking of things I needed to write down for it. I’m thankful Susanne started us on this habit of noticing and acknowledging our blessings.

Some weeks I do keep a running list of things for the FFF, and I wish I had this time, because there was so much to be thankful for that I’m sure I can’t remember it all. I won’t try to recap the whole last three weeks, but here are some highlights of my favorite things.

1. Christmas, of course. From our “traditional” breakfast of cinnamon rolls, sausage rolls, and fruit, to reading the Christmas story, to a wonderful time exchanging gifts, especially with a 19-moth-old grandchild. 🙂 To Christmas dinner with ham, cheesy potatoes, green bean casserole, to desserts of four different kinds of pies, to family time and enjoying being together. I did mess up Christmas dinner in two ways – I didn’t check to see how long the ham would take to bake, and when I started getting it ready, saw it was going to take much longer than expected. So we ended up having it for the evening meal rather than early afternoon. And then I had frozen rolls that I was supposed to take out to rise 3-5 hours before we needed them – and I totally forgot. But my family overlooked my oversights. 🙂 I was also thankful that at some point during the week and a half of “Christmas break,” everyone pitched in to help in some way. More people in the house make for more food prep, dishes, etc., so it’s really nice to have help in those areas.

This is Timothy with a couple of his gifts – a child-sized chair and a stuffed doggie. 🙂

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2. Family time. My oldest son came down and Jason and Mittu were able to be here a good bit even though Jason had to work a lot of overtime. It was fun just to sit and catch up, but we also enjoyed playing games, watching movies, going bowling, and doing a lot of eating. 🙂

3. Harvest loaf cake. I made myself wait to make it until Jeremy came. I made extras for gifts for freezing and for later, and we’re working on the last mini-loaf currently.

4. Our 36th anniversary in Dec. We went out to a new restaurant we’ve been wanting to try, then dropped in on the kids at Jason and Mittu’s house. 🙂 We actually went out the night after our anniversary because the restaurant we wanted to try wasn’t opened the night of, and on our actual anniversary, Jason and Mittu brought over some pie and chocolate covered nuts for our anniversary.

5. A perfect gift. It’s hard to know what to get for my mother-in-law at her stage of life. But somewhere a while back I saw someone mention a blanket gotten through collage.com which had family member’s pictures on it, so I tucked that idea away for Christmas. I was thoroughly pleased with how well it came out and surprised at how clear the photos looked on a fleece blanket (this is not an ad – I am just a pleased customer!) I can’t show you the whole thing because I don’t have everyone’s permission, but I made a row for each of her kids and their families, and here is our row:

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They had a more contemporary design where you could put the photos in a hodgepodge way in different sizes, but I couldn’t make the rows work that way.

I’ve also enjoyed end of the year activities like looking through the year’s posts and book reviews to choose favorites and then making reading plans for the year. I don’t usually make New year’s resolutions or choose words for the year for various reasons, but I do usually take some time the first week of the year after everyone else has gone back to work to evaluate and maybe set some goals for the year. So far my quiet week to do that hasn’t happened yet. 🙂 Much to do, many interruptions, and much of it taking much longer than planned. So maybe next week!

It’s funny how it’s such a joy to change up the routine for the holidays, and then it’s nice to get back to the routine afterward, yet it’s still a bit sad to have the kids gone and the decorations down. But I think we’re pretty much transitioned to the New Year now, with its own tasks and things to look forward to.