Review: Nathan Coulter

Posted on August 30, 2023 by Barbara Harper

Nathan Coulter was Wendell Berry’s first book, published when he was 27. This is the beginning of his eight novels set in Port William, a fictitious town based on his own Port Royal.

Nathan grows up on a family farm in Port William with his brother Tom, who he usually just calls Brother, and his parents. His father’s parents live next door on the farm that had been passed down through the generations.

Nathan’s mother is sick, so he and his brother are told to stay out of the house in the afternoons so she can rest. They wander all over, getting into various kinds of mischief.

When Nathan’s mother dies, he and Brother go to live with their grandparents. One source said this was so because the father blamed the boys for their mother’s death, but I don’t recall that being the case. One problem with an audiobook is that it’s hard to go back and look up details like this. Another source cited the father’s depression.

Whatever the father’s issues, he was a taciturn man, generally quiet, tending to motivate the boys by taunting them rather than encouraging them. His reason for living was work. He handled everything by working. He was determined to outwork everyone else.

We see events unfold from Nathan’s point of view, though he doesn’t say much. The book mainly describes life on a farm in a small Kentucky community. But the theme seems to be Nathan’s journey to becoming a man. One scene where all the men are working hard to get a tobacco harvest in on time reads with the tension of Ben-Hur’s chariot race as the father challenges Tom, who has never beat him before but is coming closer all the time. The men seem to be in the various stages of manhood: the grandfather lamenting his decline and inability to do what he used to, the father in his prime, the oldest son growing in strength almost to the point of the father.

Unfortunately, Nathan doesn’t have many good examples. His grandfather and father are harsh and distant. His uncle Burley is kind, but has a wild streak.

The version of the book I read ends with the death of Nathan’s grandfather, when Nathan was sixteen, almost like the baton is passing to the next generation. I’ve read that the book originally was longer, telling of Nathan’s growing into adulthood.

I got this audiobook (wonderfully read by Paul Michael) because it’s currently in Audible’s Plus Catalog of free titles for members and because I wanted to read more of Berry. I’ve only read his Jayber Crow until now, which I had mixed emotions about.

I had mixed emotions about this book, too. Berry’s writing is lyrical in places, his characters well-drawn, and with a strong sense of place. None of my relatives were farmers, but many did live in rural settings which Berry’s story reminded me of.

There’s a smattering of bad language. But the most offensive thing in the book is when Tom and Nathan go to a carnival, part of which has a strip-tease act–which, for some reason, boys were allowed into. Berry describes the act in too much detail, and I almost stopped the book there. The only reason I continued was because the act was presented as somewhat sad rather than titillating. If this is a story about becoming a man, unfortunately, men at some point come across this type of thing. Thankfully Nathan felt sorry for the woman and wasn’t attracted by the display. But I think the author could have gotten across his point with much less visual detail.

Also, most of the characters who are religious to any degree are odd.

I got Hannah Coulter at the same time as this book, for the same reason. I was going to review the books together, but I ended up saying more about this book than I planned to. So I’ll wait til next week to talk about Hannah, though I’ll say that I liked her story much, much more. Some of the themes Berry is know for are represented in seed form in Nathan Coulter but come to fruition in Hannah Coulter. Hannah is Berry’s seventh novel. It was written 44 years after Nathan, but its story begins just a few years later.

I started reading Berry because I know so many people who love him. His poem “The Blue Robe” is one of my favorites, along with “They Sit Together on the Porch” and “To Tanya on My Sixtieth Birthday.” I love the way he writes, lyrical and tender in places, with a strong sense of place and relationships. But I disagree with him in some areas. I’m still trying to figure him out.

Are you a Wendell Berry fan? What do you like about him?

Review Elderberry Croft

Posted on August 29, 2023 by Barbara Harper

Elderberry Croft by Becky Doughty is a series of stories that take place in the Coach House Trailer Park in southern California after Willow Goodhope moves into Space 12.

Willow is an enigma to her neighbors at first. She festoons her run-down spot with plants, wind chimes, fairy lights, and sun-catchers. She’s gorgeous enough to turn heads, but not at all flirtatious. She takes the initiative to introduce herself to her neighbors, even the standoffish ones, and seems to know just what everyone needs. She has a loud, outrageous laugh. But every now and then, someone will catch just a glimpse of hidden sorrow.

These stories are published in four books, with a sequel called Elderberry Days. I’ve wondered if they were originally published this way, or if they were blog posts or some other venue.

But here’s a little taste of the stories:

Elderberry Croft: Volume 1: January Breeze, February Embers, March Whispers

January Breeze: Kathy Kekoa watches from her window with binoculars as her strange new neighbor move in. Kathy is convinced that everyone in their trailer park has come there to die. Or, at the very least, they’re stuck. But Willow seems vibrant. Until Kathy hears her weeping one night. Willow’s gift of home-mixed tea leaves and other treats when Kathy is sick opens a door of friendship for them.

In her heart of hearts, Kathy yearns for her son, Makani, who hung up on her the last time she tried to call him.

February Embers: Richard Davis suffers from scarring resulting from extensive burns. His wife, Patti, has taken care of him for years. But she feels unappreciated, especially after she notices Richard eyeing the new neighbor. However, an unexpected gesture stirs the embers of the love they almost let die out.

March Whispers: Everyone thinks Joe Sanderson is single. He loves to cook and garden. He’s been content with his secrets. But Willow’s influence persuades him it’s time to step out of his comfort zone.

Elderberry Croft: Volume 2: April Shadows, May Enchantment, June Melody

April Shadows: Shelly keeps to herself, has several cats, follows a rigid routine, and only leaves her house once a week. But a seeming stalker in the neighborhood draws her out of her self-imposed isolation.

May Enchantment: Eddie is the manager of the trailer park. His new tenant, Willow, is sure shaking things up around the place. He feels protective of her, especially when his lazy lecherous brother notices her. When Eddie meets the reported stalker one night, nicknamed Shadowman by the park, his assumptions are upended and he doesn’t know what to think.

June Melody: Myra may be a hypochondriac, but she has a sharp eye to notice and welcome misfits and oddballs. She loves to be needed. But an accident lands her flat on her back, and Willow is the first to help her.

Elderberry Croft: Volume 3: July Madness, August Memories, September Longing

July Madness: Donny Banks, Eddie’s brother, is single again and moves in with his mother—again. She’s always been soft with him and let him get away with most anything. But he’s going too far, and she has to stop coddling him.

August Memories: No one knows Al Tanner’s deepest secret. The day of reckoning he always knew would come has finally arrived. He’s ready to take the consequences. But Willow presents him with another option. Dare he hope life could turn out differently?

September Longing: Prudence Merriweather loves hot pink and animal prints, both in her clothing and decor. She’s been dating Carney, a huge trucker, for ages. But his distance in their last phone call makes her wonder where his heart really is.

Elderberry Croft: Volume 4: October Mourning, November Awakening, December Dawning

October Mourning: Andrea and George met at the post office where they both work and love their lives. Andrea’s pregnancy was a surprise, but they’re both looking forward to their baby’s arrival. But Andrea’s past threatens everything. Willow offers to help, but doing so will mean sharing a painful part of her own past.

November Awakening: Doc is a pleasant man who drinks a little too much. But no one knows he suffers from post-traumatic stress which drove him from his wife and daughters. When he finds Willow burning letters in her yard late one night, he recognizes the pain in her eyes and tells his story, hoping to relieve her.

December Dawning: Willow is finally able to face what she was running from. She knows it’s time to start on the long road to healing. But how can she leave this community who has become family to her?

Elderberry Days: Season of Joy is the sequel to the series. Willow finds that reconciliation and facing the tragedy she ran from is just the first step in healing. The road back to wholeness is a long and slow journey. But her friends help her along the way. In-between chapters of this book are recipes for the elderberry treats and remedies that have been mentioned in the books.

Three things stood out to me in these stories. First, ministry to others doesn’t have to be demonstrated in grand gestures or “official” ministry channels. Thoughtfulness and kindness go a long way. Secondly, it can be therapeutic to help other people with their needs, but it’s no substitute for dealing with your own. Thirdly, everyone has a story. Someone who seems eccentric or oddballish may have hidden hurts.

I got the first set of three stories several years ago when it was free for the Kindle. I just recently rediscovered it when looking to catch up with some of my older Kindle volumes. Of course, when I read the first one, I had to continue with the rest of the series. Thankfully, each book was not expensive.

Willow might seem too good to be true from the description, or the stories a little fairy-taleish. But they are not. The characters and story lines are realistically drawn.

One thing I didn’t like, though, is the description that the author’s books include “a bit of magic now and then.” Magical realism was one of the categories for the book. The only way that really came out was in each character perceiving Willow’s scent in a different way, a way that reminds them of something from their past. Also, Willow often seems to know just what to do or what is needed, but she attributes that to God’s guidance as she prayed. If you’ve got the Lord’s guidance and provision, what do you need with magic? But, as I said, the “magic” wasn’t a major part of the story.

The only other negative was that all the books with the same name or similar names were confusing. Then, after I read all four, I discovered the first four books had been put together in one volume under Elderberry Croft: Seasons of the Heart. (which looks like a separate book until you read the description). It would have saved a little money (at least according to the current prices) to have gotten the one volume rather than four different Kindle books.

But other than that, I loved the stories. I had never read Becky Doughty before, but I’d be willing to read some of her other books now. I enjoyed all the characters (though I lost track of who a couple of them were) and story lines and how everything wrapped up.

Trusting God When Our Children Leave the Nest

Posted on August 27, 2023 by Barbara Harper

Trusting God for our children when they leave home

Our oldest son was just here for about ten days. Though saying good-bye was not as intense as the first time he left the nest, it never gets any easier.

My blog and Facebook feeds have been filled with posts about sending a child off to college. For some it’s the first major separation, greater than the first sleepover or week of camp. That first extensive step away from home as adult offspring, whether to college or some other venue, heralds the time when our kids will fully leave the nest behind and start their own homes, families, careers, and traditions.

It’s one thing when our adult children are going to people or places where we have every reason to trust they’ll be safe and continue to grow spiritually. It’s another thing when we have serious reservations about their pathway.

Monica, the mother of Augustine, is famous for praying faithfully for her son’s salvation. At one point, he decided to go to Rome. Monica felt Rome would not be good for him. She pleaded with him not to go, so much so that Augustine eventually lied to her and then slipped away. But it was in Rome that Augustine met friends who were able to help him along in his understanding so that eventually he did come to the Lord.

Augustine wrote, “And what was it, O Lord, that she was asking of thee in such a flood of tears but that thou wouldst not allow me to sail? But thou, taking thy own secret counsel and noting the real point to her desire, didst not grant what she was then asking in order to grant to her the thing that she had always been asking.”

That comforts me when my children want to go to unknown places with unknown people. God knows the places He has prepared for them and the people He wants them to meet.

When my kids were home, it was my nightly routine to check on them before I went to bed. When they were babies, I’d look for the rise and fall of their chests or place a hand on their backs to make sure they were breathing.

In their boyhood, I’d find them sprawled in all sorts of configurations on their beds, covers tangled or on the floor.

As they got older, I wouldn’t actually open their doors any more while they slept. But I was comforted to know they were home safe in their own beds. When they were out, I’d stay up (or at least dozing out on the couch) until they got home. Then I could rest at ease.

But when they step out into their own adult lives, we don’t have that mother hen satisfaction of having everyone safely home under our roof.

It’s a big adjustment.

But it’s also a good reminder. Our care, though heartfelt and intense, is limited. God’s care is not.

I don’t delve much into poetry, but these thoughts inspired a poem a few years ago. It’s not perfect, but I offer it to you in hopes it might be a comfort.

A Mother’s Nightly Ritual

Before a mother goes to bed
She checks each little downy head,
Places a hand on back or chest
Of each sleeping child at rest,
Making sure that all is well
Before succumbing to sleep’s spell.

As children grow and youth abounds,
Yet Mother still must make her rounds.
She can not rest at ease until
Her little ones are calm and still,
Safely tucked into their beds,
Then softly to her own she treads.

From childhood into youth they grow,
And she waits up until she knows
They’re settled safe and sound at home
Til the next day when they roam.
Though now they stay up long past her,
She can’t rest til they’re home, secure.

Her birds fly later from her sight.
Their beds are empty now at night.
She cannot check the rise and fall
Of sleeping breaths within her walls.
Yet she trusts they’re safely kept
By Him who never once has slept.

Though now they sleep beyond her care,
They never move beyond her prayer.
Her nightly vigil now is to
Trust them to the same One Who
Watched o’er Jacob while he roamed,
And kept him safe though far from home.

Barbara Harper
Copyright 2010

Psalm 121:8: The Lord will keep your going out and coming in from this time forth and forevermore.

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Laudable Linkage

Posted on August 26, 2023 by Barbara Harper

Here are some good reads discovered this week:

On Short-Term Missions, Part 3: More Than Good Intentions. “One of the first things that students on my teams would learn is that the African Christians with whom they were working 1) were their spiritual superiors in nearly every way, and 2) were absolutely necessary to their ministry success. We weren’t there to ‘help the poor Africans’; we were there to labor alongside them and learn a lot in the process.”

Glorifying God and Glorifying Mountains. “A friend recently asked, ‘What does it mean to glorify God?’ It is a phrase we know and a phrase we often repeat. But what does it actually mean? How do we go about it? And in what ways may we do the very opposite?”

Give Humble Counsel, HT to Challies. “As a childless, unmarried, single man with no money, I was brimming with counsel about raising children, marriage, and money. And I didn’t just have counsel, I had the conclusive word from God. I had Bible verses; therefore I had the answer. But the interesting thing about God’s word is that it can be twisted (2 Peter 3:16), taken out of context (Matt 4), and must be rightly divided (2 Tim 2:15). I was very good at reading and applying the Bible, but I lacked discernment, wisdom, and humility.”

When to Seek Justice or Bear Injustice, HT to Challies. “What do we do about injustice? Options range from setting up campaigns and waging unrelenting war against it right the way through to actively encouraging it ourselves. But what should be our response as believers? I think there is a time to pus back against injustice and there is a time to wear it. The big question is, how do we know when to do either?”

How the Bible Talks About Corporate Responsibility and Repentance, HT to Challies. “Christian obedience becomes impossible when, instead of the basics of putting off the works of the flesh and putting on the fruit of the Spirit (Gal. 5:16–24; Col. 3:5–14), we are called to account for every unpopular ism, every broken system, and every bad thing we see too much of in the culture.”

Let God Prove Himself, in this case, but trusting and obeying Him in regard to money.

You’re Only Human, HT to Challies. “God’s grace in that moment finally pierced my self-berating accusations and I was reminded: I’m human and in the process of sanctification as I seek to raise these sinful, imperfect, ‘in the process of sanctification’ little humans. God has given me circumstances as a mom that demand my attention, carry immense weight, and drain me physically, emotionally, and often spiritually. And he knows that.”

For the Mom Dropping Her Student Off at College, HT to Challies. “When you feel the temptation to hold on tighter, to micromanage, to over-protect, or to succumb to despair as your student moves into the dorm, remember Whose they are. They belong to the Lord. This is a new opportunity to practice trusting the One who loves both you and your son or daughter.”

A Hand on My Shoulder, HT to Challies. This is a sweet and touching story of one’s man’s influence coming full circle in another’s life.

Excerpt from "Thy Will Be Done" hymn by Charlotte Elliott

Friday’s Fave Five

Posted on August 25, 2023 by Barbara Harper

We went from a full and busy weekend to a quiet week, and there were good things about both. I’m happy to count blessings Susanne and friends at Living to Tell the Story.

1. Family time. My oldest son was here about ten days altogether, through last weekend. We had a nice blend of relaxing and chatting at home and family outings.

I told of some of our doings in last week’s FFF. In addition, on Saturday we went to the Lost Sea Adventure, “the United States’ largest and the world’s second largest non-subglacial underground lake” (according to Wikipedia) in Craighead Caverns, about an hour from us.

My husband has loved cave exploration ever since a research project he participated in while in college. I can’t say I am fond of caves myself. 🙂 I was unsure about this since I have balance, knee, and ankle issues and the website mentioned some steep places. But I didn’t want to miss out on the family excursion. So I decided to at least try.

The website had mentioned hand rails, but there weren’t many, and they weren’t all at a good height. I had to hang onto my poor husband for much of the trail. Then when we got to the area just before the lake, the guide told us the way down would be equivalent to a seven-story slope, which would of course be a seven-story incline coming back. There were benches at this spot for anyone who didn’t think they could make it. I was pretty worn out by this point, so I stayed on the bench. Mittu stayed with me because she wasn’t interested in the boat ride.

I felt bad about missing the main attraction. It would have been nice if the website had mentioned that seven-story slope.

But Jason took lots of pictures and videos.

And we ended the day at a Mexican restaurant.

2. My birthday. We celebrated a day early since Jeremy was leaving on my actual birthday. We went out to one of my favorite restaurants. Mittu made my favorite Texas Sheet Cake, and Jason picked out these cute decorations and birthday plates.

3. Not much cooking. I had not anticipated this, but with eating at Jason and Mittu’s house once and Jesse’s another night, and the various excursions and outings, I think I only cooked three nights of the ten. That made me feel like I was on vacation, too. 🙂 Then Jim got take-out for the next three nights after Jeremy left. One night was my birthday, which we’d already celebrated the day before. One night he had an errand around dinner-time and offered to bring something back to eat. And the other night was just because.

4. A quiet week followed all the family activity, which helped us older folks to recover. 🙂

5. Family photos. When we’re all together, we try to get pictures of us as a group.

We’ll have to do something other than a line selfie next time so the ones at the end can be seen. 🙂

The boys decided to dress alike. 🙂

Need a model for the Brawny paper towels package? 🙂

All in all, it’s been a great week.

Hope yours was as well!

Review: The Second Half

Posted on August 22, 2023 by Barbara Harper

In The Second Half, a novel by Lauraine Snelling, Ken Sorenson is just about to retire from his university Dean of Students position. He’s looking forward to unstructured days, fishing, and traveling. But office politics threaten the department he spent his career building up and the students he wants it to serve. He struggles leaving all he’s worked for to the office vultures.

Ken’s wife, Mona, has started an event-planning business, which she hopes Ken will help her with when he retires. When a major client considers her services, Mona feels she’s about to get her big break that will establish her company. But Ken is worried that the stress will send her back into the depression that she took so long to recover from. And he keeps talking about traveling. How is she going to work a trip into everything else she has to do?

Then both Ken and Mona get the wind knocked out of them with a phone call from their son. He’s with the Army Special Forces, hoping he’ll get transferred near his parents. Instead, he’s being deployed to Pakistan. His wife left the family, and his parents are the only ones he can ask to take care of his ten-year-old daughter and five-year-old son.

Ken and Mona love their grandchildren, so of course they agree. But not only are their lives and plans are thrown into an upheaval, but they’re not as young as they used to be. Then as the weeks go by, they find that the children have been traumatized by their mother before she left.

On top of everything else, their son doesn’t contact them via Skype from Pakistan at the appointed time. Is he safe?

Lauraine dedicated this novel to all grandparents who have left plans and dreams to take care of grandchildren. “While there are joys as well as hardships and sacrifices, they are gallant people who step up because they love their children and grandchildren, no matter what.”

This story also demonstrates Proverbs 16:9, though I don’t think it’s stated there: “The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps.”

The plot seems chaotic at first, understandable with all that’s going on. But eventually the family works through the trials and issues and finds the aid they need.

Mona struggles with worry throughout the novel, which is also understandable. But one odd place puzzled me: “She’d never been so shocked as when Pastor Oliver preached on worry and used the word anathema. God didn’t just dislike his children worrying, it was anathema to Him” (p. 28, Kindle version). Though the Bible repeatedly directs us to trust rather than worry, I’m not aware of any passage that uses anathema in connection with worry. Plus, it would have been good to explain the term for readers who might not be aware of it.

But overall, this is a great novel. The characters and struggles are realistic, and the ending wraps up beautifully.

Birthday Meditations on Aging

Posted on August 20, 2023 by Barbara Harper

Since my birthday is this week, and I had a “milestone” birthday last year, I’ve been thinking about aging.

My husband and I often remark that we don’t feel “old” (“old,” to me, has always been about twenty years beyond where I am now). We might tire a little more easily and have a plethora of aches and pains. But looking closely in the mirror often yields unpleasant surprises. When did that happen?

Seeing my mother-in-law through her last ten years of life brought up a long list of concerns about what we’ll face as we age. I once heard a preacher say that one reason our bodies start to fail us as we get older is so that we’ll be more willing to let loose of them. Each year reminds us that we’re in a temporary habitation.

But probably what most concerns me about aging is not being taken seriously any more, being thought of as out of touch or irrelevant.

On the other hand, there are perks to getting older. I’m more settled in my own skin. I’ve wrestled through questions and problems. Hopefully I’ve gained some wisdom through the years.

I wish Elisabeth Elliot had written a book on aging. She was my mentor-from-afar since my college days and helped me prepare for womanhood, marriage, motherhood, and Christian life and service. I did just discover that she had a series about aging on her radio program. I might spend my birthday week listening to those.

But I found in my files of her old e-mail devotionals an excerpt from her book On Asking God Why titled “Happy Birthday—You’re Heading Home.” She writes what she would say to an old friend on her birthday. The last few paragraphs encourage me:

You’ve heard those bad news/good news jokes. Well, this isn’t cheap birthday card humor. The bad news is that another year has gone by and we haven’t done all we meant to do and it’s not going to come back to give us another chance. The good news is the Gospel. We can be reconciled to God–sins forgiven, fears taken care of. That old cross, the emblem of suffering and shame, stands between us and our sins and fears, our past and future, and on its outstretched arms we see Love. The Love that would die for us is the Love that lives for us–Jesus Christ, Lord, Master, Savior of the World, wanting to give you (for your birthday if you’ll take it) something that will really quench your thirst, rivers among the sand dunes and wells in the valley; wanting to hold your hand, help you, give you–not only a happy birthday, but everlasting joy.

I’m not the least bit bashful about telling my age. I’m glad for every birthday that comes, because it is the Lord, my faithful Guide, who “summoned the generations from the beginning.” I look in the mirror and see the increasingly (and creasingly) visible proofs of the number of years, but I’m reconciled. Christ reconciles me to God and to God’s wonderful plan. My life is his life. My years are his years. To me life is Christ, and death is nothing but gain. When I remember that, I really can’t think of a thing I ought to be afraid of. I can’t be sorry I’m a year older and nearer to absolute bliss.

I pray for you on your birthday, that your path, as is promised to the just man, will shine not less and less but more and more; that you will still bring forth fruit in old age; that the Lord will give you a thankful heart like the psalmist’s who sang,

O God, thou hast taught me from boyhood,
all my life I have proclaimed thy marvellous works:
and now that I am old and my hairs are gray,
forsake me not, O God….
Songs of joy shall be on my lips;
I will sing thee psalms, because thou has redeemed me.
All day long my tongue shall tell of thy righteousness.

(Psalms 71:17, 18, 23, 24 NEB)

So–happy birthday! If you have friends and parties and presents, be thankful for such bonuses. If you have no friends with you today, no party, not a package to open, you still have a long list of things to thank God for, things that matter much more. A birthday filled with thanksgiving and hope is the happiest kind of birthday. Have one of those! Deck yourself with joy!

I agree with Elisabeth and Paul that “to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Philippians 1:21) and that heaven will be bliss. But I am encouraged that many through Scripture pleaded for more years of this life in which to serve and praise the Lord.

Elisabeth quoted the first part of Psalm 71:18. The whole verse, along with 17, stood out to me as I read it recently:

So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those to come.

That’s what I want to do with as many days as God gives me.

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Laudable Linkage

Posted on August 19, 2023 by Barbara Harper

I have not been online much this week with all the family here. But I did come across a few good articles.

A Liturgy for When the House Feels Too Full of Children. Lovely poem for an overwhelmed parent.

A Home Is Not Our Hope: Resting in the Promise of a Place to Belong. “All of this moving has often left me longing for a home. Our home. A place we know and where we belong. A place with the perfect view from our many windows, with solid construction, a clean (mold-free) HVAC, and a beautiful piece of wooded land outside. Of course, we have no idea what settling down might look like, but all of these transitions stir in us a desire to have a home that is ours.”

Legalism, License, and the Tightrope of Bible Application. “Legalism, License, and the Tightrope of Bible Application. “Sometimes people warn of the danger of creating behavioral rules to either attain or maintain God’s favor. And at other times, people warn of cheap grace, where the gospel’s freedom is misunderstood to mean repentance is unnecessary. The tug-of-war between these perspectives may cause Bible application to feel like crossing a lava pit on a tightrope. Both sets of warnings are on to something; the dangers on either side are real. And both sets of dangers may have the same solution: holding fast to the main points of biblical texts.”

Friday’s Fave Five

Posted on August 18, 2023 by Barbara Harper

It’s been a full and lovely week. I’m sharing favorite parts with Susanne and friends at Living to Tell the Story.

1. Family all together. My oldest son, Jeremy, is visiting from out of state. My husband took most of the week off and Jesse and Jason and his family have been over more than usual. Lots of talking, laughing, feasting, playing games.

2. Jeremy’s birthday. So glad he could be here for it!

3. Outings. One day this week we visited the largest (for now) new Buc-ee’s in Sevierville. Buc-ee’s is a super-sized gas station (120 pumps!) and convenience store. They have “the cleanest restrooms in the country,” food like fresh brisket, bakery items, and their own name-brand snacks (Buc-ee’s Nuggets with various flavorings), a whole wall of Icee flavors, clothing, and home goods—you kind of have to experience to get the full impact. 🙂

I was surprised to see a lot of kolaches (rolls wrapped around either sausage or fruit filling) and-mesquite flavored meats, which I hadn’t seen since growing up in TX. Then I found out the owner of Buc-ee’s is from TX.

It was interesting–but noisy and busy. For all the food they sell, there’s no place to sit. So we got some sandwiches and drove to Seven Islands State Birding Park, a place Jim has wanted to visit, to eat at their picnic tables. There are several different trails of various lengths, but we didn’t explore much due to the heat.

There are walls of information in the barn-like entrance and signs about what plants attract which birds. :

4. Games.We play games a lot anyway, but it’s especially fun where Jeremy is here.We’ve played Jackbox games, Uno Flip, and last night an epic round of Settlers of Cataan that was so close, three of us were set to win at the end. Jason did during his turn.

5. Refrigerator messages.

The week has gone by way too fast, but thankfully we still have a few days together.

Happy Friday!

Review: Ladies of the Lake

Posted on August 17, 2023 by Barbara Harper

In Cathy Gohlke’s novel, Ladies of the Lake, Addie MacNeill is orphaned at age twelve. Her older half-brother sells the family home in Prince Edward Island and ships Addie off to a Lakeside Ladies’ Academy in Connecticut.

Some of the older girls pick on Addie for her newness and different ways. But she surprises herself by finding three dear friends: Dot, Susannah, and Ruth. Eventually they dub themselves the “ladies of the lake” and plan to meet together regularly once they’ve graduated.

When Lucy Laude Montgomery publishes Anne of Green Gables, set in Addie’s beloved PEI, Addie writes to her. The two begin a regular correspondence, and Montgomery encourages Addie in her own writing endeavors.

But trouble stirs when Addie and Dot fall in love with the same young man, Stephen. Over time as he favors one over the other, jealousy and deceit escalate between the girls and ruins their friendship.

WWI is brewing, and Ruth lost her brother in the Lusitania bombing, so she’s prejudiced against Germans. Stephen Meyer and his brother, Jonas, are as American as they come. But their parents still have a heavy German accent. Soon the rest of the community joins in persecuting and ostracizing the Meyers.

Addie is called to Halifax to help her sister-in-law through the end of her pregnancy and delivery. While there, the colliding of two ships sparks the Halifax Explosion, which killed and injured thousands and destroyed homes and buildings. Addie lost her brother and his family and was deeply burned and scarred. Believing that Steven had chosen Dot, Addie decides to change her name to Rosaline Murray and make a new start.

Seventeen years later, Rosaline’s daughter, Bernadette, is about to graduate from Lakeside Ladies’ Academy and dearly wants her mother to come. Rosaline is sensitive about traveling outside of Halifax with her scars. But worse than that, she doesn’t want to face Dot, who is now the headmistress of the Academy.

Dot herself has struggled with secrets for seventeen years now. Believing Addie died in the explosion, Dot has no way to make things right. But when Bernadette starts reminding her of Addie, Dot wonders if Addie could possibly be alive. Could she ever face her again?

Rosaline and Dot resist the things they need to do the most: face each other and confess their wrongdoings and apologize. Their inner torment threatens to hurt themselves and those they love.

I enjoyed this story so much. I loved the characters and how the plot unfolded. The correspondence with Montgomery was a fun element. I had never heard of the devastating Halifax explosion. I loved how the author told it from the standpoint of those affected.

I listened to the audiobook which, sadly, did not contain the author’s end notes. I would have loved to learn more about what inspired the author.

Cathy Gohlke has written another winner that I can highly recommend.