Book Review: C. S. Lewis’s Space Trilogy

I’ve gone back and forth with myself about whether to review the books in The Space Trilogy by C. S. Lewis (sometimes called the Ransom Trilogy after the main character) all together or separately. But I think I’ll review them together since there are comments I want to make about the series as a whole, despite the fact that this post may end up somewhat lengthy.

In the first book, Out of the Silent Plant, Professor Ransom is on a walking tour in the English countryside when he runs into an old classmate named Devine. Shortly thereafter he finds himself drugged, kidnapped, and waking up in a moving space ship with Devine and his partner, Weston. In bits and pieces of overheard conversation, he learns that they are intending to hand him over to some creatures known as sorn on a planet called Malacandra, evidently, they all think, for some kind of sacrifice. So naturally at the first possible opportunity on the planet, he runs away, even though he has no idea where to go or how to survive and thinks he will most likely never make it back to Earth.

This foreign planet is nothing like what he thought it would be. He eventually sees another creature that he thinks is a beast until he hears it speak. They begin to communicate by gesture at first and then gradually Ransom, whose specialty is languages, learns that this being is a hross, one of three species, sorn being another and the third, pfifltriggi (I do wonder how Lewis came up with that one), each with different characteristics and talents. These are, at least, the thinking, speaking, reasoning species: there are others who are more animalistic, and then the eldila are invisible except when they appear as light, something like what we would think of as angels. Ransom at first thinks of the planets inhabitants as primitive but soon finds they know and do much more than he would have thought, even having an understanding of astronomy. They call earth Thulcandra, the silent planet, because the Oyarsa (which seems something like an archangel) from that planet is “bent” (their closest term for “bad”) and no longer communicates with the others. When they hear that Ransom’s companions are bent ones, they tell him he needs to see the Oyarsa of Malecandra. As he learns more of their theology, he begins to recognize some elements, though the words describing them are different.

Finally tragedy leads him to seek the Oyarsa and find out why he was sent for in the first place.

In Perelandra, Lewis himself is a character, as he was also at the end of Out of the Silent Planet, Ransom’s friend, colleague, confidante, and the narrator of the story. Ransom and the Oyarsa of Malacandra have kept in contact and Ransom has been asked to go to Perelandra. He is not told why but is willing to help. He discovers a water-based world, meets one green woman who understands the “Old Solar” language he learned on Malacandra, learns that her mate is on the world somewhere and they are the only humanoid inhabitants.  He realizes this world has not yet been touched by sin. But an Unman has arrived to introduce it into this world and Ransom has almost more than he can do to keep what happened to our world from happening to theirs. There is quite a lot of very interesting philosophizing (to put it mildly) between Ransom, the Unman, and the woman. I don’t agree with the way Ransom finally had to deal with the Unman, for reasons which I can’t explain without giving away the plot, but going over that section a second time I did understand better the reasoning for it within the storyline.

That Hideous Strength almost seems unrelated to the series at first, but eventually Ransom and the Oyarsa come into play and we see how the events of the first two books lead to what is going in in this one. This story centers on a young married couple, Mark and Jane Studdock. Mark is a Senior Fellow in sociology at Bracton College in the University of Edgestow, and his penchant for wanting to be included in the inner circle makes him susceptible to being duped and drawn into a dangerous situation which he is blind to. The N.I.C.E. (National Institute for Coordinated Experiments) has come to town: indeed, it is taking over the town under promises of help and improvements. Several of Bracton’s professors are in its employ and they invite Mark into their fold, which he is all too eager to accept. Jane has been having very troubling dreams which prove to be of great interest to a couple of friends in whom she confides. They invite her into an inner circle of their own, on the opposite side of N.I.C.E. Jane is more wary, though, and resists until circumstances compel her to seek their aid and protection. Jane finds that she has not been dreaming per se but seeing visions of actual events.

Thus Mark and Jane end up going different directions, without really communicating to each other about them, and end up on opposite sides in a coming war against good and evil. And another, a greater one, is also being vied for by the two different forces.

These books are sometimes classified as science fiction, but the emphasis is more on the story than the science. I don’t know how much was known about space travel in Lewis’s time, but he was clearly writing an imaginative and speculative story rather than a scientific treatise. Yet the story showcases great theological truth and philosophy.

If you’ve read much of Lewis you may have learned that he felt that the old Greek, Roman, and Norse myths wove together with Christianity, maybe a pre-Christian manifestation (he says in Perelandra, “Ransom at last understood why mythology was what it was – gleams of celestial strength and beauty falling on a jungle of filth and imbecility. His cheeks burned on behalf of our race when he looked on the true Mars and Venus and remembered the follies that have been talked of them on Earth.”)  I don’t think I’d agree with him on that point, but it’s quite interesting how he ties all those elements together here, along with Arthurian legend and the Pendragon, especially in the last book.

I listened to these via audiobooks, and though I enjoy audiobooks and thought this would be a good venue since I had read these books before, it turned out to be a poor choice. The same narrator for all three books had sort of a droning voice which made it hard to listen to and easy to drift from except in the most exciting parts of the story. Unfortunately, some of the most important parts of the philosophizing got lost in the shuffle. But that may have happened no matter what the voice: I think these books’ most valuable sections need to be read and reread and pondered over, which audiobooks don’t allow for (unless one wants to keep hitting ‘rewind.”) I ended up getting the books from the library and looking up certain parts, and reading them was a whole different experience from listening to them. I’d definitely recommend reading these.

Lewis is a master at language, at characterization, and at creating fantasy worlds. At first I would have said this series is not as charming as Narnia, but it does have its own charm, especially in the first two books and felt when Ransom longs to go back to the worlds he has visited.

But Lewis is first and foremost a thinker, and all of these books ponder great truths on the nature of man, the wiles of the evil one, and God’s grace. He also touches on feminism, love, childbirth, false intellectualism, false spirituality (much of that in Perelandra sounds very much like New Ageism of our day), emergent evolution, and much more. These are not cozy bedside fairy tales, especially the last two: these are best read with minds fully engaged.

I can’t close without sharing a couple of favorite quotes. I have more marked in Perelandra than the other two, so I’ll share a few from it.

This first one I loved not for any philosophy behind it but just for the humorous reaction in a conversation between two beings who are new to each other, the Green Lady and Ransom (whom she calls Piebald, for reasons you’ll discover in the book): “And why, O Piebald, are you making little hills and valleys in your forehead and why do you give a little lift of your shoulders? Are these signs of something in your world?”

From one Oyarsa to another about Ransom: “Look on him, beloved, and love him. He is but breathing dust and a careless touch would unmake him. And in his best thoughts there are such things mingled as, if we thought them, our light would perish. But he is in the body of Maleldil [God] and his sins are forgiven.”

When Ransom, before the Oyarsa, realizing the enormity of what he has done to rid the planet of evil, falls to the ground, he is told, “Be comforted. It is no doing of yours. You are not great, though you could have prevented a thing so great that Deep Heaven sees it with amazement. Be comforted, small one, in your smallness. He lays no merit on you. Receive and be glad. Have no fear lest your shoulders be bearing this world. Look! it is beneath your head and carries you.”

Speaking of parts of worlds that God created for His own glory and no man has seen or experienced: “Be comforted, small immortals. You are not the voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.”

David C. Downing has well-written reviews of these books on the C. S. Lewis blog: Out of the Silent Planet: Cosmic Voyage as Spiritual PilgrimagePerelandra: Re-awakening the Spiritual Imagination, and That Hideous Strength: Marriage, Merlin, and Mayhem. He also has what looks like quite an interesting book himself in which Lewis and Tolkien are characters — I might put that on my Christmas wishlist.

Have you read any of the Space Trilogy books? What did you think?

(This review will also be linked to Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books.)

Laudable Linkage

Here are some good online reads from the last couple of weeks:

The Value of Quiet Husbands. Good leadership isn’t always public and showy.

5 Questions Wives Should Not Ask Their Husbands.

Rising Above Familiarity With the Sublime, Part 1 and Part 2. Though written to preachers, it contains good advice for anyone who is in the Word of God regularly and is so familiar with parts of it that we can tend to lose sight of its wonder. Bonus, it’s written by our beloved former pastor.

True Womanhood Is Not About You and Me. “True womanhood is not wrapped in a sparkly white box tied up in the red, satin ribbon of our good behavior or correct conduct. True womanhood is a reflection of the very heart of God; the very character that we can rely on day-in and day-out.”

Author Adam Blumer (Fatal Illusions, linked to my review) has been writing a series In Defense of Clean Speech, arguing against the increasing practice of some Christian fiction authors to use vulgar or crude language or cursing in their work for “realism.” Part 4: What Is Unclean Speech? and Part 5: Flawed Arguments are especially good (you’ll find links to the other parts there.)

Another review of A Year of Biblical Womanhood, this one by Mary Kassian, one of the coiners of the word “complementarian,” who feels the author misrepresented the position and the movement.

2012 Photomicrography Competition, HT to Challies. There is a whole amazing world beyond our eyesight.

Years ago while in college I saw the movie  and years later read and reread the book Peace Child about the Richardson family who went to minister to the Sawi tribe of Papua, New Guinea. The Sawi were headhunters who valued deception and thought Judas was the hero of the gospel. Finally one of their rites of a peace child gave an opening to present what the gospel truly meant. This video shows Richardson and his sons going back 50 years after their first visit. Amazing what God can do in people’s hearts!

Friday’s Fave Five

Welcome to Friday’s Fave Five, hosted by Susanne at Living to Tell the Story, in which we can share five of our favorite things from the last week, a wonderful exercise in looking for and appreciating the good things God blesses us with. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

I was thinking I didn’t really have anything to share this week: it hasn’t been a bad week but it has just been fairly ordinary with nothing in particular standing out (And that’s not all bad. I like weeks like that. 🙂 ) But as usual, just a little thought and reflection brought to mind a few favorite parts, one reason I love this meme.

1. A minor earthquake — not having an earthquake but the fact that it was a minor one. We’re not prone to them here in the Southeast, so when the floors started vibrating and windows rattling I didn’t think much of it at first…but when it kept on for several moments, I began to wonder. Turns out there was a 4.3 magnitude earthquake in eastern Kentucky that we felt here in TN. I mentioned an ordinary week above — this was definitely not ordinary but since it happened Saturday I had forgotten to include it in the happenings since the last FFF at first.

2. Cooking and baking brightening up a dreary day. Monday was one of those grey, rainy days that can be a little depressing if I focus on it. My son and daughter-in-law were coming over for dinner and laundry, and as I got to working on dinner and even baked a small batch of cookies (nothing fancy, just something from a pre-made mix) while listening to music, I forgot all about the day outside and felt quite cozy. And having them over and catching up on news with them was fun, too.

3. Sunny days after rainy ones.

4. Finding a new recipe that everyone likes. I tried a new recipe I saw on Pinterest, and it’s a keeper: Poppy Seed Chicken.

5. Adoption. This is National Adoption Month, so adoption has been on my mind for several days. I shared a poem about an adoptee’s two moms and a personal adoption story earlier this week.

Bonus. This — an airline flight briefing with a Middle Earth flavor.

We are looking forward to Thanksgiving this week! Though it seems like it came up more quickly than usual! Both my oldest son and Mittu’s mom are coming!

Book Review: The Hobbit

I wasn’t originally planning to review The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien. It seems so well known, what could I possibly say that hasn’t already been said? But I couldn’t resist.

I first read it some time after the Lord of the Rings films came out several years ago: The Hobbit comes before those books but I can’t remember if I read it before or after the others. With a new film of The Hobbit coming out in December, I wanted to reacquaint myself with the book before seeing the movie.

Bilbo Baggins is a respectable hobbit who loves food, his home, and his quiet routine. Adventure is frowned on among hobbits and Bilbo has no intention of having any.

But then the wizard Gandalf arrives and coerces an unwitting and unwilling Bilbo into hosting 13 dwarves for a confab. It seems the dwarves want to reclaim their ancient treasure which is being guarded by a dragon, and somehow Gandalf thinks Bilbo is the one to help them. The dwarfs and Bilbo are incredulous at this, but Gandalf insists, “There is a lot more in him than you guess, and a deal more than he has any idea of himself. You may (possibly) all live to thank me yet.”

Thus Bilbo sets off, wishing many times over the course of his quest that he was back home. He encounters elves, trolls, goblins, wolves, giant eagles and a giant spider, a dragon, and a weird creature called Gollum. He obtains a sword and a magic ring. He gets lost alone, he gets captured with others, another time he rescues others, he fights battles, he becomes a peacemaker. Victory in one particular conflict “made a great difference to Mr. Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath. ‘I will give you a name,’ he said to it, ‘and I shall call you Sting.’ ”

I love this kind of story, where a character is called on to do what they don’t think they can, and along the way either develop or learn what they need to know to accomplish it, and they persevere even though they feel stretched beyond their limits. And Middle Earth is a delight. Tolkien provides enough description of the place and creatures to make the reader feel a part of the story but not so much description as to bog a reader down.

I had wondered if the whole Lord of the Rings story arc had been conceived before this book was written, because not much is made of the ring and it doesn’t seem to have the negative effects on its wearer as it does in the later books. According to the Wikipedia entry for The Hobbit, this story was written alone and then sequels were requested. The next three books have a darker tone though they do contain some humorous moments: this book is a little more lighthearted though there are many moments of peril and danger.

There is some debate on whether the book is allegorical or symbolic: Wikipedia and SparkNotes differ on this. It seems to be primarily just a fairy tale, but themes of heroism and bravery, respect for nature, and the dangers of covetousness are clear. A quote I had seen many places before is one I had aways pictured as coming from a merry banquet: “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” But it is more of a lament, occurring after a dreadful battle when a character is dying.

I listened to the audiobook version of this book narrated by Rob Inglis, who did a marvelous job with all the voices and even sang rather than recited the songs in the book. His rich timbre and characterizations greatly enhanced the books: he sounds like he could have come straight from the set of the films. I had looked for an unabridged audiobook for a long time: at first all I could find were dramatizations, so I was thrilled to see this.

Here are a couple of trailers for the new film. It looks like they are combining a few elements from the films that were not in The Hobbit (Galadriel wasn’t in this first book), but otherwise they look great and I can’t wait to see the film!

(This review will also be linked to Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books.)

An adoption story

I mentioned yesterday that I wanted to share how adoption has impacted our family. I can’t share all the details. I don’t know all of them, but its not primarily my story to tell, so I will only share what I feel all involved would not mind others reading about.

One of my younger sisters left home just after graduating from high school and moved to another town with her best friend. The friend’s brother and my sister became boyfriend and girlfriend, and within about a year my sister became pregnant. She and her boyfriend were not ready to be married and become parents: I can’t remember if they broke up before or after she found out she was pregnant, but either way, it became awkward for my sister to remain where she was, so she came home.

My mother and sister began meeting with an adoption agency, and though all felt this was the right course of action for several reasons, it still shook us all up to think that we would have a family member that we were about to launch out into the unknown without knowing what would become of them and whether we would ever see or hear from them again. I can remember lying in bed at night just aching over the idea and praying for God’s leading in who should adopt this child.

I wrestled with the whole idea of adoption realistically for the first time. The only Biblical instances I could think of where someone willingly gave their child up to another were Hannah and Samuel, Moses and his mother, and one of the women who came before Solomon, whose desire that her child be given to the other rather than killed proved her motherhood. In a way you could count Jesus who was given by God into Joseph and Mary’s care. All of those were very different situations than what we were dealing with. I wondered if it would be better for pregnant young women to take responsibility for their actions by keeping the child (theoretically…it was not my decision to make and my opinion was not asked for, but I was just thinking through the whole issue.) But all things considered, it seemed like what would be best for the child in this instance was to place her in a loving home where she could receive what my sister could not give at the time.

One day during this time we had a piece of furniture that someone gave us when they moved, and I was thinking of trying to reupholster it. I had never done that kind of thing before, but I went to an upholstery shop nearby just to look around. I ran into a former coworker who now worked at this shop, and we chatted for a bit, catching up with each other. She and her husband had been married for several years and had no children and were now considering adoption. I said something like, “That’s interesting – I have a sister who is placing her baby for adoption.” We talked about it a bit, and one of us said something like, “Wouldn’t it be neat if it could work out for you to adopt her baby!”

Some time later – I don’t remember if it was a few hours, days, or weeks – she called me and asked, “Do you think there is any possibility that it could work out?”

I didn’t know, but the first step was to call my mom and sister and see what they thought. Everyone considered the idea and all agreed that they would much rather know who the child would be going to and know that she was well taken care of than to be in the dark about how she was doing.

I’m fuzzy on the details since this was over 20 years ago, but my friend and her husband and my husband and I met with a Christian lawyer to discuss all the details and what would need to be done. We met with our doctor, also a Christian, to explain the situation and ask if he would deliver my sister’s child. The adoptive family planned to pay my sister’s medical expenses. Then we had to get my very pregnant sister from TX to SC, hopefully without delivering a baby en route (my husband did ask the doctor what to do in that event just in case). We drove out to get her, visited a while with my family, and then drove back.

I think it was only a few days later that my sister went into labor, and I took her to the hospital. Thankfully she was able to labor in the small hospital on the Christian college campus where my husband and I had graduated, so it was warm and cozy rather than big and busy (at least it seemed that way to me, maybe because I knew the place and had had my own son there. It all may still have seemed intimidating to my sister.) I was able to be with her during labor and delivery and “coach” her. I don’t remember if she had had any childbirth classes before she came, but I tried my best to help with both what I had learned in my class and from my own experience.

She delivered a beautiful baby girl. She was able to hold her then and for the day or two she was in the hospital. I can’t remember if the adoptive parents were in the hospital during delivery or if they came shortly after.

The nurses, familiar with the situation, were concerned that my sister did not seem upset: she seemed as happy as any other mother of a newborn. It’s understandable that she would be happy. Maybe the full realization of giving her away just hadn’t hit her yet, maybe she was just savoring the time she had with her daughter, maybe, like me, she preferred to do her crying and soul-searching privately.

I happened to be with her when the lawyer came to her room for her to sign the papers to place her baby for adoption. Unfortunately it was not the same lawyer we had met with but another one from his firm, and this one had all the warmth of doorknob. He basically just handed her the papers: I don’t remember but he must have given some kind of explanation or instruction. He and I and a nurse who was there as a witness just stood around waiting. As my sister read the papers, that’s when realization hit, and that’s when the tears came. The hardest part was the word “abandon,” which appeared several times in the document. I wish like everything I had asked them to wait outside while she read them or obtained a copy of them beforehand so she wasn’t dealing having to read and process them for the first time with strangers in the room.

Finally she did sign the papers, and the lawyer and nurse left. I don’t remember what we said. I think I remember sitting with my arm around her shoulders for a time.

The days afterward are a blur. I know we brought my sister home and she stayed with us some months. She eventually found a job, moved out on her own, married, and had another daughter. I don’t know how she dealt with processing everything: when I tried to talk to her, she’d insist she was fine. Another regret I have from this time is that I wish I had taken her to a crisis pregnancy center for counseling. We have a marvelous Christian one here in TN which provides a variety of services. But I don’t know what would have been available then: as I said, this was new to all of us.

Some of us wrote letters for this new little one and gave them to the adoptive parents to share with her when they felt it was best.

Since we all lived in the same town and knew who each other was, it was inevitable that we would run into each other from time to time. The adoptive parents wanted everything to remain open, partly because the father had been abandoned as a child and knew that pain of a child always wondering what had become of his parents and why they had left him. They would sometimes come into the store where my sister worked and say hello (they wouldn’t come just for that reason, I don’t think — it was a store everyone went to). I don’t know if my sister found it helpful or hard. Personally I found it helpful to see them. My niece went to the same school as my boys, so we’d run into the parents at school functions sometimes. Another thing I’d do differently would have been to sit down and talk with the adoptive parents and say something like, “We feel you are in charge here and we don’t want to intrude, so we want you to take the lead in how much we interact. Do you want us to send birthday greetings and see you from time to time, or would you be more comfortable if we held back?” Because we didn’t know exactly what we should do, it was awkward sometimes, and we tended to hold back so as not to intrude on their family life but hoped it wouldn’t be interpreted as a lack of interest.

The adoptive parents told their daughter from the very first that she was adopted,and I think that is very wise. Revealing it when she became older would have caused much more emotional angst, I think. She knew who we were. She seemed delighted over her boy cousins when we’d see each other.

When she was maybe about 10 or so, my folks were coming to town and wanted to meet the family, so we all met at a restaurant. My niece always seemed happy to see us. When my sister had her second daughter, my first niece was thrilled to have a sister. As my second niece grew up, my first niece and her mom would often be invited to the second niece’s birthday celebrations. After my first niece married and had her own home, she interacted with my sister much more, and now we’re all in touch and interactive on Facebook and such. It is a joy to my sister that her first daughter is a regular part of her life now.

For us an open adoption worked out well. It was nice to be able to see and know that she was well taken care of and thriving, even if things were a bit awkward sometimes. I think if we hadn’t known where she was and who she was with, it would have been like an open wound that couldn’t heal, an ache that would not go away, a cloud always overhead. But I do understand that for some people, seeing a child they had placed for adoption yet not being able to have her would be an open wound.

When a woman becomes pregnant outside of marriage, the decisions she has to make are never easy no matter which way she goes. I say this gently, but I feel it must be said: sexual activity outside of marriage is sin, and though sin can be forgiven, it has painful and difficult consequences. But even though there is pain with placing a baby for adoption, it is a zillion times better than the pain of abortion. I found somewhere online this table from Bethany Christian services:

Similarities
Adoption Abortion
You can pursue earlier goals You can pursue earlier goals
You can live independently You can live independently
You will not have to parent prematurely You will not have to parent prematurely
You will avoid being forced into a hasty marriage or relationship You will avoid being forced into a hasty marriage or relationship
If you are a teenager, you can resume your youthful lifestyle If you are a teenager you can resume your youthful lifestyle
Note: There are no similarities between parenting and abortion. One important similarity between adoption and parenting is that you can give life to your child and watch your child grow up.
Differences
Adoption Abortion
Your pregnancy ends with giving life Your pregnancy ends with death
You can feel good and positive about your choice You may feel guilt and shame about your choice
You will remember giving birth You will remember taking a life
You will have plenty of time to plan you and your baby’s future Abortion is final; you can’t go back on your decision
You can hold, name, and love your baby You will never know or treasure your baby
You can have continued contact with your baby You will miss the opportunity to see your child develop
(Bethany Christian Services)
Abortion does not just solve the problem of an unwanted pregnancy: it snuffs out a life and creates more problems. I would urge anyone with an unwanted pregnancy to seek out a Christian crisis pregnancy service and see what options you have. Placing your baby for adoption may be hard, but it will be a beautiful gift not only to your little one but also to parents who are longing for a child of their own.

Legacy of an Adopted Child

November is National Adoption Month, so I’d like to take at least a couple of posts to highlight adoption. Today I want to share a poem that touched my heart, and later I want to highlight how adoption has impacted our family.

I first saw this in a Dear Abby column some years ago, cut it out — and just found it again last week.

Legacy of an Adopted Child

Once there were two women who never knew each other,
One you do not remember — the other you call Mother.

Two different lives shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star — the other became your sun.

The first gave you life and the second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love and the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent; the other gave you an aim.

One gave you emotions; The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile; the other dried your tears.

One gave you up – It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.

And now you ask me through your tears the age old question through the years:
Heredity or Environment – Which are you the product of?

Neither my darling, neither –
Just two different kinds of love.

~ Author Unknown

I’m not naive enough to think that all children placed for adoption are given in love: I have known people who adopted or were foster parents to children from abusive situations. But even then, the gift of life, allowing that child a chance to live in a loving family, to grow up, experience life, and become a productive adult, is always a better answer than abortion.

Thank You to All Our Veterans

The following has been attributed to Reverend Denis Edward O’Brian, but he says the author is unknown. I originally received it via the Good Clean Fun mailing list of Tom Ellsworth.

WHAT IS A VETERAN?

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them, a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg – or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul’s ally forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can’t tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet?

A vet is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn’t run out of fuel.

A vet is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is overshadowed by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th Parallel.

A vet is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

A vet is the POW who went away one person and came back another – or didn’t come back at all.

A vet is the drill instructor who has never seen combat – but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account punks and gang members into marines, airmen, sailors, soldiers and coast guardsmen, and teaching them to watch each other’s backs.

A vet is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

A vet is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

A vet is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean’s sunless deep.

A vet is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket – palsied now and aggravatingly slow – who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

A vet is an ordinary and yet extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of his life’s most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

A vet is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say, “Thank You.” That’s all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Those two little words mean a lot … “THANK YOU”.

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Satisfied and thirsty

“O God, I have tasted Thy goodness and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need for further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show my Thy glory, I pray Thee, that I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, ‘Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.’ Then give me the grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

-A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God

Friday’s Fave Five

Welcome to Friday’s Fave Five, hosted by Susanne at Living to Tell the Story, in which we can share five of our favorite things from the last week, a wonderful exercise in looking for and appreciating the good things God blesses us with. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

We had a super-busy weekend, but thankfully the last few days have been a little more restful. Here are some favorites since last Friday:

1. Having a get-together to get to know some folks better. We didn’t sign up for our church’s Dinner For Six this session as Jim was traveling quite a lot in October and it’s hard to fit it in around the holidays. But we did have some couples over last Sunday night after church and had an enjoyable time.

2. Lots of goodies. I thought I had seen the idea for mini pumpkin bundt cakes on Pinterest, but couldn’t find it just now. I did see big cakes done like this there, though. But they also had these in Family Circle magazine this month. Here is how mine turned out for our get-together:

Jim thought one looked a little angry. 🙂

I used my Harvest Loaf cake recipe in mini bundt pans with cinnamon sticks and pretzels as stems.

We had lots of goodies — homemade caramel corn, Choco Peanut Butter Dreams, barbecue meatballs, sandwiches, cheese and crackers from a guest, and Mittu made some great homemade tortilla chips and spinach dip. We’ve been enjoying leftovers all week even after sending a few things to my oldest son and giving some away to our guests.

3. Unexpected help. Some time ago I made a master cleaning list for when company came (not that I don’t do those things when company isn’t coming — I just don’t get them all done at the same time normally). My list was out on the counter when I went to the store: Jim saw it and started working on the things I hadn’t checked off yet. He’s a keeper. 🙂

4. A dinner made by someone else. Mittu offered to make dinner the next day after our get-together, and I gladly accepted. It was nice to have a night off from the kitchen. She made a couple of great cheeseburger pies.

5. Winning a give-away! I won Courting Cate from Leslie Gould during the Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt a couple of weeks ago and received it this week. I’ve never read Leslie’s books before and I am looking forward to trying this one out.

Happy Friday!

Book Review: Wildflowers of Terezin

Steffen Petersen pastors a Lutheran church in 1943 Denmark. He likes safety and predictability and thinks if everyone just lays low and cooperates with the German occupiers, everything will blow over soon.

A bicycle accident lands him in the hospital under the care of Jewish nurse Hanne Abrahamsen who mistakenly thinks he is part of the Danish resistance movement and protects him from the questions of a German officer. Steffen’s brother is a part of the Resistance and comes to take his brother out of the hospital. They have many arguments about the right way to respond to the troubles in their country.

But when Steffen comes face to face with the need to smuggle Jewish citizens out of the country before the Germans whisk them off to camps or worse, he cannot help but aid them.

Hanne is instrumental in aiding them as well but stays behind to help at the hospital. But with an ambitious German officer in charge in the town, can Hanne remain undetected, and can Steffen help her if she is captured?

I first came across Wildflowers of Terezin by Robert Elmer when the Kindle version came up for free. I’ve often said that those free Kindle app books are a great way to try new authors, and this is one case when reading one book through that route led me to exploring the author’s other books and wanting to put many of them on my wish list.

I liked many aspects of this book. I’ve read many WWII-era novels and biographies, but never one set in Denmark as this one is. That added a fresh perspective. The author shares at the end that many of the details and incidents are based on real-life happenings. There is humor sprinkled throughout which counterbalances the grimness of the circumstances. The deepening relationship between Hanne and Steffen, her growing attraction to his Savior, their individual personal growth, the new vibrancy that comes into his own life and ministry, are all unfolded and blended very nicely. There is a sweetness to all of it amidst the danger — not saccharin, not overly done, but the same effect as….finding lovely wildflowers in a prison camp.

(This review will also be linked to Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books.)