Saturday, November 29, 2008

Anticipating Advent


Tomorrow is the first Sunday of Advent. I love Advent, but I don't always keep the season well. I like to view it as a time of waiting on God, of preparing my heart for him.

One of the things that the Advent scriptures do is to focus on Jesus is his many roles. So four years ago I wrote a prayer to use during the Advent season. I've posted it on the blog before, but that was nearly six months ago and many of you weren't stopping by back then. So here is the prayer again.


A few years ago, one of my priests introduced me to Anglican prayer beads, also called the Anglican rosary. Each set contains a cross and thirty-three beads, which symbolize the years of Jesus' life. There are five large beads and twenty-eight small beads, divided into four "weeks" of seven. Four of the large beads are used to separate the weeks. These are called cruciforms because they can be seen as standing for the four arms of the cross. The other large bead is next to the cross. It is called the invitatory.

Many prayers have been written for Anglican prayer beads. Shortly after I started using mine, I began to wish I had a prayer that would help me focus on everything that Jesus is to me. I had two different publications of prayers designed for Anglican beads, but none of the prayers satisfied my longing. So I wrote my own. I offer it to anyone who would like to use it, whether they own Anglican prayer beads or not.



The Cross
Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honor and power and might be to our God forever and ever! Amen (Rev. 7:12)

The Invitatory
Open my lips, O Lord, and my mouth shall proclaim your praise.

The Cruciforms
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me,
bless God’s Holy Name. (Ps. 103:1)

The Weeks
(Pray each paired phrase on a separate bead)
Lord Jesus Christ, only Son of God, Lead us to the Father.
Lord Jesus Christ, Firstborn of all Creation, Create in us a clean heart.
Lord Jesus Christ, Holy One, Lead us into righteousness.
Lord Jesus Christ, Light of the World. Illumine our hearts.
Lord Jesus Christ, Righteous One, Make your people holy.
Lord Jesus Christ, Image of the Invisible God, Show us the Father.
Lord Jesus Christ, Mystery of God, Give us the conviction of things not seen.


Lord Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, Have mercy on us.
Lord Jesus Christ, Man of Sorrows, Ease our suffering.
Lord Jesus Christ, Suffering Servant, Redeem us from sin.
Lord Jesus Christ, Incarnate God, Deliver us from temptation.
Lord Jesus Christ, Word of Life, Lead us into all truth.
Lord Jesus Christ, Bread of Life, Feed your people.
Lord Jesus Christ, Living Water, Deliver us from thirst.


Lord Jesus Christ, the Way, the Truth, and the Life, Lead us on the right path.
Lord Jesus Christ, Chief Cornerstone, Build up your church.
Lord Jesus Christ, Head of the Body, Guide your people.
Lord Jesus Christ, Author and Perfector of Faith, Help our unbelief.
Lord Jesus Christ, Good Shepherd, Seek out the lost sheep.
Lord Jesus Christ, True Vine, Make your branches fruitful.
Lord Jesus Christ, Wonderful Counselor, Give us your wisdom.


Lord Jesus Christ, High Priest, Intercede for us.
Lord Jesus Christ, Prince of Peace, End conflict in the world.
Lord Jesus Christ, King of Kings, Come into your kingdom.
Lord Jesus Christ, Lord of Lords, Be sovereign over all.
Lord Jesus Christ, Resurrection and Life, Raise us up on the last day.
Lord Jesus Christ, Alpha and Omega, Let us see your glory.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of Man, Receive our praise.


Also, tomorrow we will put up our creche. The Christmas tree doesn't go up until next week, on the Saturday closest to St. Nicholas Day. (This year they happen to coincide.) I like to give the creche priority to remind me what the season is really about.

Because I'm working two writing jobs from now until January 20, my days will be full and I'm likely to feel fairly stressed out. Fortunately, we've streamlined Christmas a lot over the years--and this year even more. About three-quarters of my gift buying is done. We're not doing cards this year, and I probably won't make cookies. Even so, I'm going to need the quiet preparation of Advent more than ever.

How about you? Do you observe Advent? If so, what does it mean to you, and what observances do you practice?




Friday, November 28, 2008

Other Names Meme

I saw this at Fran's on Tuesday, and I decided it was appropriate for a holiday weekend.

Other Names Meme:
1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names): No Name Carl (truly, my mom doesn't have a middle name)
2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad): John George
3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name): Chruth
4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal): Peach Dog
5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you live): Christine Zion
6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite alcoholic drink, optionally add “THE” to the beginning): Blue Cabernet
7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name): Ruen
8. GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie): Mocha Chocolate Chip
9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pet’s name, current street name): Smokey Wembley
10. PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on): Ming McKinley

If you want to play, consider yourself tagged.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Holiday wishes


Happy Thanksgiving to All!





(photos from two years ago when we had Thanksgiving at our house)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I Will Survive (Thanksgiving style)


Sorry for posting nothing but links, but I'm having a crazy week . . .  and I figure you all are having the same.

This one is a few years old, but I love it so, I don't mind the revisit. Hope you agree.


Monday, November 24, 2008

Why the Printer Doesn't Work


My cousin sent me the link to this. I thought it was funny, and since I'm having a busy week, I'm using it as my blog post. (I'm also publishing late Monday night to make sure the link worked, but this is Tuesday's blog post.)

Snowy Monday



This is what greeted us this morning. Looks like Christmas, doesn't it?

My head is doing much better. I haven't had the pain since Thursday. I did some relaxation things (a yoga tape, taking a muscle relaxer one night), but the most helpful change (I think) was to my work routine. I set my computer to announce the time every hour on the hour. When it does, if I haven't stood up and walked away in the last 60 minutes, up I go. It keeps me from holding the muscles of my neck in the same position too long.

I'm going to be really busy the next two months. I've accepted a second writing assignment. It shouldn't take more than about 10 hours a week, and it pays well.

Yesterday, I sat on the Amazon web site for about an hour and ordered a bunch of gifts for the grand-nieces and grand-nephews. That was so much fun. Here are a couple of them:
This one plays Mozart tunes and the child can add or subtract different instruments to make it sound different (and learn about music). This is going to the 18-month-old:


Munchkin Mozart Magic Cube


This one is huggable and meant to be used with baby's "stomach time." This is for our newest grand-niece, who is two months old and whom I haven't even seen yet. (We'll meet her Thursday.)



Lamaze Musical Inchworm

And each of the three three-year-olds is getting a different one of these 12-piece wooden puzzles:


Melissa & Doug Playful Pets Wooden Jigsaw Puzzle


Aren't all these toys just too much fun?


That's what's new in my world. How about you?


Saturday, November 22, 2008

Smokey Guest Blog


I told my mom I would give you all an update. Her head is feeling better, and she thanks you for the prayers. She is pretty sure she'll be back to reading blogs Monday.

In the meantime, I wanted to show you how cold it's been. Yesterday, it was 16 degrees when we went out, and today it was 19. So Mom makes me wear this sweater. It's not my favorite thing, but I tolerate it. My mom made it for me, so I don't want to hurt her feelings even though it makes me feel silly. Did you ever have a sweater like that?

Stay warm, everybody.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Need a Brief Blog Break


 The last couple of days, I've been getting twinges of pain in my scalp, on the right, rear side of my head. I think it's the beginning of occipital neuralgia, which means that tension in my neck is pinching and damaging the nerve. It happened once before, and I'm pretty sure it's from using the laptop too many hours, without enough breaks. So I need to reduce my computer time.

I can't take off work, so I'm going to have to skip blogging, probably till Monday. If I don't get this under control, it will just get worse and I'll need complete rest and medical care. So I'll still post the Evan updates, but that will be it. If you post anything you really want me to read, please leave a comment or send an email, and I'll try to get to it. Otherwise, I'm marking everything in the reader as "read" for the next few days.

I'll miss you guys.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Thanks, Border Explorer


Earlier this week,  Border Explorer gave me this award. Thank you, BE.



Here are the rules of this award:
*Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
*Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
* Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
* Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
*Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

The five bloggers I give this award to are:

Kathy at Kathy's Peace: Kathy's blog is new to me, but it is filled with insight and humor.

Laure at Weaving the Hours: She compresses so much thought into her usually brief poems.

Doxy at Wormwood's Doxy. Her pre-election posts on why she votes the way she does were some of the most brilliant and moving writing I've read in a long time.

Mauigirl of Mauigirl's Meanderings: She writes insightful political posts, haiku, and musings by her two pets.

Mavis at Set the Bird Free: Mavis shares her life, her musings about faith, and her poetry with great thoughtfulness.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Prayer Request


Evan needs special prayers today. Please check my sidebar.

Today's regular post is below.

Thanks!

Little Bits of Gratitude


I've had several reasons to feel grateful this last week, so I thought I'd share them:



As I mentioned recently, we decided to switch to buying only fair trade, organic coffee. This is the brand we decided to buy. It's not so easy to find decaf, dark roast, fair trade, organic coffee. (Nothing like being a spoiled yuppie, huh?) Actually, I use about 1/4 caffeinated and 3/4 decaf, but Michael drinks only decaf. Anyway, someone mentioned trying Equal Exchange, but they sell decaf organic French roast only in five pound bags, which is way too much for us. Green Mountain Coffee sells 10-ounce bags, and you can arrange to have it delivered automatically on your own schedule. So here's the part I feel grateful about. I tried it Saturday morning, and it was really good.   :-)




I've been doing some editing of some little stories my mother-in-law wrote for her great-grandchildren. She's been very sweet about sending me thank-you presents for every story I edited. For the last one, she sent me a gift card for Bath and Body Works, so I loaded up on lavender bubble bath and moisturizer. I got a really great deal. She gave me a $20 gift card plus a coupon for $10 off if I spent $30. Plus the store had some of the items on sale, so I was able to get four things (the three shown here plus one more bubble bath) for only $8. This should get me through most of the winter.



Remember when our closet came crashing down? Well, this is our new closet. It was installed Thursday. I used to have my clothes in two different closets, but now they all fit in our bedroom closet, and Michael's clothes fit there too. The shelves are great for the hand-knit sweaters I've made him. It was expensive, but we got 12-month's financing, and it adds to the value of the house besides making our life easier.




My mother hand-knitted this bedspread for our wedding present. We haven't used it very much. It's too heavy for summer use, and the washer and dryer we had when we first bought this house wasn't big enough to wash this thing. So I took it off our bed one spring and stored it in our closet and just never put it back. When we cleared out our closet after it collapsed, I pulled out the bedspread and decided to wash it and put it back on our bed. Isn't it pretty?

Monday, November 17, 2008

Walking the Dog, 7:00 AM, November


Eager staccato, claws upon concrete,
counterpoint to sleep-weighted steps.

Smokey stops, he sniffs,
he lifts his leg and rains
a softly sibilant stream
upon his chosen spot.

As I wait with turned-up collar,
importunate fingers of wind
tear away the lingering warmth of bed.

In the tree above,
the few surviving leaves,
murmur a faint protest,
while their fallen cousins
skitter around our feet
like late-running commuters.

On a muddy homestead
half a mile away,
a donkey haws its anthem to the morn.
And my answering thought is, Coffee.


Sunday, November 16, 2008

November haiku


I'm taking my weekly blog sabbath today, but I thought I'd leave you with this little morsel that I wrote yesterday morning:

Drawn-out train whistle
Honking of south-flying geese
Farewell symphony

Have a blessed Sunday.


Saturday, November 15, 2008

Page 56

Choralgirl just did a fun (and easy) meme on her blog yesterday, and I decided to play.
Rules:

* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence along with these instructions on your blog (or facebook wall).
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

Here's mine:

"Turning from the small porch area into Martha's living room, Sandra was startled by the head and forequarters of a life-size orange horse."


The novel is Knitting by Anne Bartlett, and the horse in question is a knitted animal. It's been sitting on my computer cart for about two years because I was going to recommend it to someone and then never did and just didn't bother to shelve it. I guess it was waiting for this meme.


Anyone who wants to play is tagged.


P.S. I enjoyed the book very much. It is the story of two women in Australia, one who is a widow looking for a project to help pull her out of her grief, and the other a knitter of extraordinary talent who leads an eccentric life. A chance encounter changes each of their lives. One thing I especially liked is that the book deals with faith but without being preachy or evangelical. Also, even though the character of Martha is eccentric, she felt very real and believable, as did Sandra. Their struggles felt entirely real.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday fotos

We had a hard frost Monday night, so this was what greeted me when I took Smokey out Tuesday morning. I thought they were beautiful in a wintry sort of way.








Thursday, November 13, 2008

A Blue Ribbon!



Earlier this week, Susan at A Slice of Life kindly gave me this blog award. It reminds me of the ribbons I earned at the county fair when I was in 4H, except that I won far more red and white ribbons than blue ones.

Susan is one of those marvelous bloggers who always seems to find something amusing in her life. I commend her blog to you.

I'm also supposed to pass on this award to five other people. If you've taken a glance at my sidebar, you'll see that there are obviously more than five blogs I love. So I'm going to narrow it down to five I haven't mentioned before.

1. Cheryl of Ladeda:  I enjoy Cheryl's blog because she is such an upbeat person.

2. Laura of Episcogranny:  She is a nurse and Episcopalian who writes of her faith and life with great honesty.

3. Elizabeth of Home Musings:  Elizabeth's blog is all about her love for her family and her Lord.

4. Songbird at Reflectionary:  Songbird is a pastor and mother, and she writes thought-provoking posts.

5. Padre Mickey of Padre Mickey's Dance: His blog contains an interesting mix of politics, humor, church feastdays, and "the world's most beautiful granchile."

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

O, Say Can You See?



When I was in high school, I participated in speech contest. For those of you who don't know, this is a statewide competition in various public-speaking and dramatic events. Students compete with each other at the regional level and then at the sectional level and then finally at state. I wasn't very good, so I never got past the regional contests, but I enjoyed doing it all the same. My two events were dramatic duet acting, in which two students perform a short scene from a play (but without props or sets), and dramatic interpretation, which is a scene in which one person acts out all the parts (but without moving or using props).

A typical speech contest takes place on Saturday and lasts for most of the day. After all the events have taken place, the students will gather in the auditorium to wait for the announcement of the awards. At one contest I attended, something went wrong with the judging and the awards ceremony was very late. Students from most of the high schools in the county were cooped up in the auditorium with nothing to do for over an hour. Kids starting chanting school cheers at each other and even began to shout out put-downs of rival schools. The cheers and jeers grew louder and louder as the factions from the various schools tried to outdo each other. For some reason, there were very few adults in the auditorium, and none of the ones who were there did anything to stop the divisive behavior.

Things were on the verge of turning very ugly. Suddenly one of the boys from my school stood up and started singing the national anthem. Little by little, every kid in that auditorium stood up and joined him in the singing. When we were done, we all sat down and waited quietly for the awards ceremony. The insults and taunts were abandoned.

What Mike did was to remind us all of an allegience that was greater than our school loyalties.

I've been thinking about this story in light of the recent election. I know that many McCain supporters are very upset about the outcome, and I certainly understand their emotions. I've felt the same sick disbelief and anger over election results in the past. I also know that the Democrats have been celebrating more than usual after this particular victory . . . largely, I suspect, because it was such a historic election. To the losers, however, it must feel as though we are rubbing it in.

I think it's time to look at our commonalities. Whoever we voted for last week, we're all still Americans. We each have the same rights. We each took part in the same electoral process. And for the most part, I think we have more in common than we sometimes realize. We may vote differently because we have a different set of priorities or because we have a different understanding of how the country works best, . . . but we all love America. That's something to build on, isn't it?

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

One Week Later


Now that a week has passed since the election, it's finally starting to sink in. For the first few days, it all felt surreal . . . as though I had awoken from a dream only to discover that the election result wasn't true.


Something interesting has occurred during the last week. I still have an Obama button on my leather jacket, and I have received a lot of comments from people about it. I think that many Obama supporters have been experiencing the same emotions I have, and so they are eager to touch base with others who share their dazed happiness and hope . . . and nagging fear that maybe reality won't live up to our expectations.

I'm really glad that President-elect Obama has emphasized what a difficult task lies ahead for our country and that he needs all our help. With that in mind, I'd like to share with you a web site that a friend told me about. Here is a copy of the email message I received:

President-Elect Obama is hard at work getting this country back on track, but he’s counting on all of us to get involved.

I just signed up to learn more about the presidential transition, and I thought you might want to do the same.

Just visit http://www.change.gov, and enter your e-mail address in the top right corner.
I want to know what I can do to help this country get back on track so I followed my friend's invitation and signed up at change.gov. And now I'm letting all you know about the web site too.

One thing that really impresses me about the site is that it has a form so that people can send their ideas and their vision to President-elect Obama.

Even if you don't agree with him, even if you voted for McCain, you still have the freedom, the privilege, and the right to speak your mind to him.

This is a chance for each of us to let the incoming administration know what is important to us. I can't remember any other president-elect ever asking us to do that before. I think that such communication with our elected officials is at the very heart of democracy, so I'm really excited about this development. Over the next week or so, I'll be thinking about what message I would like to send to our next president. I encourage all Americans to do the same.

Monday, November 10, 2008

More scarves




These are two scarves that I made, not for the project of knitting 12 scarves for the homeless, but for our church's craft fair, which takes place this Saturday. Several women of the parish are donating items so we can raise money for the Dustans (Evan's family). With the severe medical problems that both their boys have, they are facing enormous expenses.

Many of you have been generous with your prayers for Evan and Ian. If anyone has wished that they could do something more tangible for the family, I want to let you know that you can donate to a fund set up to help with their medical bills. Money can be sent to the following fund:

Dustan Family Fund
c/o Waukegan Savings Bank
1324 Golf Rd.
Waukegan, IL 60087

I'm not trying to put anyone on the spot, and I truly don't want to know if anyone follows through on this. I just know that I keep feeling helpless that there is so little I can do to help my friends. That's why I made some scarves for the craft fair. And it occurred to me that perhaps some of you might like to know of a tangible way to help too.

Please don't worry that this blog is going to turn into the equivalent of a PBS pledge drive. This will probably the only time I mention this (except for the reference in the sidebar).

And please know that I (and Evan's family) am grateful for all the prayers you've been offering for both Evan and Ian. I know that they are helping.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Sunday link

As most of you know, I take a blogging sabbath on Sundays, but I had to post this link. Anne, a blogging friend in Scotland, has posted a poem for Veteran's Day (called Remembrance Day there, I think), and it is one of my all time favorites. It is a very powerful poem written about World War I. (There are references to gas attacks in it, so it's important to know the time period.)

If you have a moment, please visit Anne's blog and read "Dulce et Decorem Est."

Get Out of Jail Free: For past and present both.

As always, if you post something today that you would especially like me to read, please email me or leave a comment on this post, and I will get to it tomorrow.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Low-Key Saturday


It's cold outside this morning—35 degrees and windy, with a feeling of snow in the air. Indian summer is definitely past us.

I'm mentally fatigued today. During the last three days, I spent 20 solid hours doing Internet research for part of the project I'm working on. Contractually, I'm bound to confidentiality, so I can't say much more, except in the broadest terms. I was researching a particular country in depth, trying to figure out how it might be affected if it became more involved in a certain international situation. How's that for vague? LOL

Anyway, imagine spending six to seven hours a day, negotiating your way through national and international statistical sites; databases of newspaper, magazine, and educational journal articles; and political speeches to find very specific chunks of information about a nation you've never visited and probably never will . . . and whose language you don't know at all. When I'm deep into research, often I'll sit and Google for three hours without a break. I know I should get up, stretch, drink some water, etc., but I get too engrossed.

Sometimes the search can be extremely frustrating. The smallest variations in search terms can make a huge difference in results. For example, Wednesday I spent hours doing a search for "(name of country) oil production statistics" and all I could find was information for the latest year, when I needed a historical table. Thursday I decided to try "(adjective that refers to country) oil production statistics" and I found the data in five minutes.

Of course, sometimes the searches are inadvertently funny or embarrassing. Tuesday I was searching for photographs of industry in a different country, and on a stock photo site, I typed in "(name of country) industry." About ten percent of the photographs were of a porn movie shoot in the adult entertainment industry in that country. Sigh.

All of this is to explain that I don't have a lot to say today. Oh, I have a lot I could say about the country I've been researching, but since it's forbidden, you're spared the National Geographic routine.

Michael and I are going to go out today and have lunch to celebrate his book and the Obama victory. We also have a couple of gift cards to spend. Woo hoo.

Have a good Saturday. Stay warm.

EVAN UPDATE: Just to let you all know, his transfusion started at about 1:00 this morning. More details in the side bar.

Friday, November 7, 2008

My Husband's First Book



Michael has published his first book. It is a biography of Donovan McNabb, intended for young adult audiences. For those of you who aren't football fans, McNabb is the star quarterback of the Philadelphia Eagles. He's also a pretty high-character guy, and he grew up in Chicago, so Michael really enjoyed working on this book.

It was a work-for-hire project, so Michael doesn't get any royalties from sales. Still, I wanted to mention it in case any of you know young football fans in the 9- to 13-year-old range. I proofread the manuscript, so I can vouch that it's well-written. If you are interested, you can order it from Amazon by clicking here.


Donovan McNabb (Superstars of Professional Football)


Thursday, November 6, 2008

Please Pray for Evan


Evan (on the left) is getting his bone marrow transplant today. Please pray for a successful outcome.

2:45 PM: Update from Evan's mother Jaime:

Ev's transplant has been postponed until tomorrow. The flights were changed and his new cells will not arrive until later this evening now. I am sure you can imagine the let down we all felt, however, a day is not an issue.
I will update tonight as to how are day has gone. Thank you for all the prayers, please pray that his cells make it here without any issues.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Choralgirl's Hymn Meme

My blogging friend Choralgirl came up with a really cool meme. To quote her, "If I could choose ten hymns that together have truly shaped me, that speak to me, that comprise my theology, what would they be? It's really a tough exercise for me, because there are so many wonderful candidates in the history of Christian music. But I think I have a fair representation here of texts and tunes that will always live in me, and the reasons for each."

She emailed and asked if I would be interested in doing this, and I said yes. Not all of my choices will be traditional hymns. But they will give a fair idea of my faith and its progression.

NOTE: The name of each song shows as a link. If you click on those links, you'll go to a YouTube performance.


This one is a children's song that I sang as a very young child in Baptist Sunday school. It may seem hokey, but I believe it really had an impact on me and helped to counteract the almost unconscious racism of my parents.

Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow
Black and white
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus loves the little children
Of the world.


2. Just As I Am

This one is not a positive memory. As I was growing up, my church had a long, protracted altar call every Sunday, and during the altar call, the congregation would sing verse after verse of "Just as I Am." I have no particular objection to the lyrics of the song, but the way it was used was very manipulative. As a result, I can no longer sing it without cringing.


1. Just as I am, without one plea,
but that thy blood was shed for me,
and that thou bidst me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

2. Just as I am, and waiting not
to rid my soul of one dark blot,
to thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

3. Just as I am, though tossed about
with many a conflict, many a doubt,
fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

4. Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
sight, riches, healing of the mind,
yea, all I need in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

5. Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

6. Just as I am, thy love unknown
hath broken every barrier down;
now, to be thine, yea thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.



I know this is an old stand-by, but it meant a lot to me when I was growing up as a child in a rather legalistic church. Grace wasn't a concept that was demonstrated to us very often, so this song was important.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.


4.  Crown Him with Many Crowns

I fell in love with this hymn as a child, I think because it so beautifully expressed my love for Jesus (and possibly because, like most kids, I was fascinated by crowns). I have a very clear memory of singing this song at the top of my voice as I walked the eight blocks to my swimming lessons one summer day. I was about eight.

Crown him with many crowns,
the Lamb upon his throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns
all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of him
who died for thee,
and hail him as thy matchless King
through all eternity.

Crown him the Lord of life,
who triumphed over the grave,
and rose victorious in the strife
for those he came to save.
His glories now we sing,
who died, and rose on high,
who died eternal life to bring,
and lives that death may die.

Crown him the Lord of love,
behold his hands and side,
those wounds, yet visible above,
in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky
can fully bear that sight,
but downward bends his burning eye
at mysteries so bright.

Crown him the Lord of Heaven,
enthroned in worlds above,
crown him the King to whom is given
the wondrous name of Love.
Crown him with many crowns,
as thrones before him fall;
Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns,
for he is King of all.

Crown him the Lord of lords,
who over all doth reign,
who once on earth, the incarnate Word,
for ransomed sinners slain,
now lives in realms of light,
where saints with angels sing
their songs before him day and night,
their God, Redeemer, King.



I went to Wheaton College, where we were required to attend chapel four days a week. During the winter quarter, we were allowed to sign up for optional chapels that would focus on particular themes or types of worship. I signed up for one that focused on scripture songs, because it was taught by one of my literature professors and he'd taught us some of the songs during the devotions with which he opened class. Knowing these songs really enriched my life. The professor, Joe McClatchey, died at the relatively young age of 55. Joe, I dedicate this part of the post to you. (P.S. The lyrics have since been made gender neutral, but what I've posted below is the way I learned them.)

I am the bread of life
He who comes to Me shall not hunger
He who believes in Me shall not thirst
No one can come to Me
Unless the Father draw him

And I will raise him up
And I will raise him up
And I will raise him up on the last day

The bread that I will give
Is My flesh for the life of the world
And he who eats of this bread
He shall live for ever
He shall live for ever

Unless you eat
Of the flesh of the Son of Man
And drink of His blood
And drink of His blood
You shall not have life within you

I am the resurrection
I am the life
He who believes in Me
Even if he die
He shall live for ever

Yes, Lord, we believe
That You are the Christ
The Son of God
Who has come
Into the world


6. I Want to Walk as a Child of the Light. (Instrumental--all I could find)

In my twenties, I was part of an urban fellowship group that was my second family. That group was my salvation in many ways. I can't possible express in a blog post what they meant to me. Anyway, this is a song that I learned to love during worship services with them.

I want to follow Jesus.
God set the stars to give light to the world.
The star of my life is Jesus.

Refrain: In him there is no darkness at all.
The night and the day are both alike.
The Lamb is the light of the city of God.
Shine in my heart, Lord Jesus.

2. I want to see the brightness of God.
I want to look at Jesus.
Clear sun of righteousness, shine on my path.
And show me the way to the Father.

3. I'm looking for the coming of Christ.
I want to be with Jesus.
When we have run with patience the race,
We shall know the joy of Jesus.


For many, many years I was a member of a church called Reba Place, which is a Mennonite congregation that emphasizes simple living, social justice, community, and accountability. A musician named Jim Croeggaert wrote many of our worship songs. This is the one we sang every Easter Sunday morning. The link above is Jim himself singing the song. It brings back so many memories. (It's possible some of you might know this song, which was recorded by Sandi Patty, but her version is too "professional" and over-produced to me.)


Was it a morning like this
When the Son still hid from Jerusalem?
And Mary rose from her bed
To tend the Lord She thought was dead

What is a morning like this,
When Mary walked down from Jerusalem?
And two angels stood at the tomb,
Bearers of news she would hear soon.

Did the grass sing?
Did the earth rejoice
To feel you again?
Over and over like a
Trumpet underground,
Did the earth seem to pound:
“He is risen”

over and over
in a never ending round
“He is risen, alleluia, alleluia!”

Was it an morning like this,
When Peter and John from Jerusalem?
And as they raced for the tomb,
Beneath their feet was there a tune?

Was it a morning like this,
When my Lord looked out
On Jerusalem?
He is risen, alleluia, alleluia.



Those of you who've been reading this blog for a while know that I love T Bone Burnett, partially for his music and partially for a kindness he once showed to me. He has had a profound impact on my life and my faith. Of all his songs, this one is the closest to a hymn.


There's a river of love that runs through all times
There's a river of grief that floods through our lives
It starts when a heart is broken in two
By the thief of belief in anything that's true
But there's a river of love that runs through all times

There's a river of love that runs through all times
But there's a river of tears that flows through our eyes
We fight through the night for freedom as it fades
Into a jail where we fail every time we make a break
But there's a river of love that runs through all times

I had to run before I knew how to crawl
The first step was hard but I've had trouble with them all
But now the night grows darker and the day grows dim
'Cause I know I never will see you again
And I almost made you happy

There's a river of love that runs through all times
There's a river of fire that burns with no lights
The flame is the pain of dreams gone up in smoke
From the lies we deny and we breathe them till we choke
But there's a river of love that runs through all times



The arts group where Michael and I met used to sing this hymn at its worship services. I love the words because they truly express what I believe. So we also had it sung at our wedding.  In this video, it's kind of hard to understand the lyrics, but at least you can hear the melody. Here are the lyrics:

Where charity and love prevail there God is ever found:
Brought here together by Christ's love by love are we thus bound.

With grateful joy and holy fear his charity we learn;
Let us with heart and mind and soul now love Him in return.

Forgive we now each other's faults as we our faults confess,
and let us love each other well in Christian holiness.

Let strife amoung us be unknown; let all contention cease;
be God's the glory that we seek; be ours His holy peace.

Let us recall that in our midst dwells Christ, His only Son;as members of His body joined we are in Him made one.

For love excludes no race or clan that names the Savior's name;
his family embraces all whoses Father is the same.

10. Oh, the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus

I think I might have sung this song only once, in college chapel, but it spoke to me so deeply that I have loved it ever since, and I would like for it be sung at my funeral.

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Vast unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me, is the current
Of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward to
Thy glorious rest above!

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus,
Spread His praise from shore to shore!
How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth
never, nevermore!
How He watches o'er His loved ones,
died to call them all His own
how for them He intercedeth, watcheth
o'er them from the throne!

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus,
'Tis a heav'n of heav'ns to me
And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!

I really hope that some of you will take up this meme. I know that several singers and musicians read my blog. If you do it, please link to Choralgirl as well as to me.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

It's official!

God bless
the United States.

God bless
President-Elect Barack Obama!


P.S. And thanks to John McCain for giving such a gracious concession speech and calling for national unity.

An Election Day Story




My first time to vote in a presidential election was 1976. The 26th Amendment had been adopted five years before, toward the end of the Vietnam War, so people were allowed to vote at 18. I turned 18 in mid-September, which was plenty of time to register and sign up for an absentee ballot (since I was a college student).

I voted for Jimmy Carter. Ever since learning about FDR in my 11th grade U.S. history class, I had known I preferred the philosophy of the Democratic Party. But more than that, I passionately believed in Jimmy Carter. I began following the campaign in the spring and made my choice as early as April. (For months, my mother went around telling people that I had "predicted" the outcome of the election.)

Even though the economy was in bad shape, I didn't stop supporting Carter in 1980. I loathed the very idea of trickle-down economics. (BTW, does anyone even remember anymore that Bush the elder called it "voodoo economics" when he was running against Reagan in the primaries? I guess he changed his mind when he had the chance to be Veep.)

Elections were so different in those days. News stations weren't publishing polls every other day. The Internet hadn't yet been invented. The press and the two campaigns knew full well that Carter was going to lose the election, but the general public didn't know that.

I voted in the morning, and then I went to teach school. After the school day was over, I stayed late because I was directing the fall play. Rehearsal finished a little after 8:30. I waited until the students left, locked up the school, and got in my car for the half hour drive home. As soon as I turned on the radio, I heard Jimmy Carter giving his concession speech. It was quite a scandal at the time because a television announcer had called the election before the last polls closed on the West Coast, and Carter then conceded immediately.

I was devastated and cried all the way home.

And because of that experience, I'm skipping my pastor's Bible study tonight to stay home and watch the returns. I can't bear the thought of getting in the car at 9:00 and finding out that it has already been decided . . . one way or the other. Michael and I will be glued to our television from 6:00 pm on.

What are you doing this evening?


P.S. Here is one of those very weird "small world" coincidences. I looked up an account of the 1980 election online just to make sure my memory was accurate. The search took me to the blog of a media critic. I read the story and then I looked up at the author of the blog. It's someone I used to attend church with in the 1980s. I worked with his wife, and I even went to their wedding. I'm feeling weirded out. Cue Twilight Zone music here.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Condolences to my senators

 

Both of my state's senators are hurting as they stand for election this Tuesday.

On Saturday, Dick Durbin lost his oldest daughter to a congenital heart condition. She was only 40.

This morning, Barack Obama lost the grandmother who helped raise him.

Whatever your politics, I ask that you pray for both men and their families. Even under the best of circumstances, grief is tremendously draining and difficult.

Voter's Rights


I found this at Border Explorer and thought it was worth reprinting here today.

Every year voters get turned away at the polls because they don't know how to stand up for their rights. This year, make sure your vote counts and go to the polls armed with the Voter's Bill of Rights.

As a registered voter, you have the right to:

1. Cast your ballot free from interference in a private and secret manner unless assistance is requested.

2. View written instructions on how to obtain and cast a ballot.

3. Ask for and receive further instructions from election judges concerning the manner of voting.

4. View a sample ballot in the polling place before voting.

5. Cast a vote if you are in line by the time the polls close.

6. Receive another ballot if your ballot is accidentally spoiled or you make an error.

7. Vote by provisional ballot if your name is not on the precinct register and the election judges or election authority cannot determine your registration status.

8. Vote early or absentee as provided by state law.

9. File a grievance with the Secretary of State’s office if your rights under the Help America Vote Act III have been violated.

Check with your local Secretary of State’s office for a complete list of your voting rights.

from Democracy for America 2008

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Saturday Miscellaneous


PHOTO CREDIT: Zbigniew Bzdak, Chicago Tribune


I just love this photo that appeared in our newspaper this morning. Four days away from the election, and Obama walked his little girl to a Halloween party last night, having a little "dad time" with her. When the media drew too close, he told them to back off. And look at the excited expression of the little boy behind him. I just find this a really heart-warming picture.

I've finished my first full week of work on the new assignment. It's an adjustment for me. Usually, we get paid by the page or by the job. Working by the hour is a whole different way of thinking. For example, when I'm working by the page, it doesn't matter if I take a 15-minute break to go read blogs. As long as I meet my deadlines, taking time off like that doesn't hurt a thing. When I'm being paid for the time I put in, I can't stop and go check to see if anyone's put up a new post . . . unless I dock the time from my daily total. Sigh. I know I can keep to the "rules" because I'm fairly disciplined, but it's an adjustment.

My weight has plateaued for the last month, which is discouraging. On the other hand, I usually start gaining weight this time of year because of my struggle with SAD, so maybe I should feel positive about holding steady. Speaking of SAD, my new lamp seems to be helping. I have a Happy Lite that I've used in previous years, but it's not very convenient. Now I have a floor lamp that I can sit under at full intensity in the mornings and put on dimmer if I use it later in the day. And I'm not getting the depressed feeling at sunset since I started using it.

Oh, here are a few more items of good health news. I saw my allergist earlier this week. As a matter of course, the nurse took my blood pressure. It was 100 / 60. That's lower than it was when I was in my twenties! I've spent my whole adult life taking multiple doses of Sudafed every day, and now I can get by with occasional doses of Sudafed PE. I think that has a lot to do with the drop, and I'm sure the weight I've lost this year helps too. It's always so heartening to see results. Plus, he thinks I can start eating tune fish occasionally. (I've been allergic to fish for 8 years.)

I'm trying little by little to become more environmentally and ethically responsible too. Recently we decided to switch to buying only fair trade coffee. The kind of coffee we prefer isn't easy to find: decaf organic French roast or espresso blend. Add the requirement of "fair trade" to that too, and it's enough to make you tear your hair out. This morning, however, I found an online vendor that had several kinds of decaf, organic, fair trade coffees, including French roast, so I just ordered a couple of varieties to see how we like them. If the coffee is good, we can sign up for recurring shipments and just let the vendor and the credit card company deal with that bit of our shopping.

Well, this is rather a hodge-podge post, isn't it? I'm going to be working in the garden today, and I'd like to do some revision on my novel. I hope you all have a great Satuday.