It’ll “B” Forever

I was inclined to despair as I thought of how long I’d been working on the “B” picture books in my library’s collection. Surely I’d been at it at least as long as it had taken me to complete the whole “A” section. And I had only gotten to “BO”.

Then, I counted up how many books I’d read in the B’s already–and came up with 635. That’d be 179 more books than are found in the entire “A” section.

I feel a little better about how slowly I’ve been progressing through the B’s.

Here are a couple of my recent favorites:

If you’re not from the prairie… by David Bouchard
(Images by Henry Ripplinger)

Where you’re from makes a difference. It affects who you are, what kind of person you become. You can’t truly know a person until you know their background, their context.

I am from the prairie.

And if you’re not from the prairie…

“You don’t know the wind,
You can’t know the wind.

Our cold winds of winter cut right to the core,
Hot summer wind devils can blow down the door.
As children we know when we play any game,
The wind will be there, yet we play just the same.

If you’re not from the prairie,
You don’t know the wind.”

There’s plenty more you don’t know if you’re not from the prairie–plenty more that David Bouchard shares in this lovely tribute to prairie life (modern-day prairie life, not just the romanticized “prairie novel” life).

Paired with the lyrical prose are stunning scenes of prairie life painted by Henry Ripplinger, a prairie boy from Saskatchewan. Highly worth reading and seeing.

Blue Moo by Sandra Boynton

Frankly, I was a bit baffled by this book when I first opened it up. It wasn’t a story book. It–I couldn’t figure out what it was. But then I popped in the CD and fell in love. The book has illustrations and original lyrics to 18 hilarious songs, played in a variety of styles from doo-wop to blues to tango.

In the style of the Beach Boys’ iconic car songs, “Speed Turtle” includes:

“It is compact, streamlined, built to last,
shiny and green and so incredibly fast–

It’s a speed turtle! Whoa-ho!
It’s a speed turtle! Oh, no!
Man alive, it’s in overdrive. Go, little turtle, go go”

And my favorite song of all, “Your Personal Penguin” has me singing:

“I want to be your personal penguin
I want to walk right by your side…
I want to be your personal penguin from now on.”

This book/CD combo is too great not to share, so I pulled it out and popped in the disc when my friend Gena and her children (third and fifth grade?) were over one evening. C and N (as well as Gena, Anna, and I) had a blast singing and dancing along, all the while enjoying the illustrations and enjoyably laid out lyrics.

I’m contemplating buying myself a copy.


Reading My LibraryI’m still reading my way through the children’s picture book section of my no-longer-local library. For more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.


Run and Hide

I was too tired to sleep that night, staring blankly at the pillow in front of my face. The words wafted into my consciousness, “Fear God.” I pondered the words, so unexpected, so strange. Fear. My mind played with synonyms, connected words. Fear. Fright. Terror. Words that imply running and hiding.

Running and hiding? What does that have to do with fearing God? I almost dismissed the thought. But my mind would not let the topic die.

How often do we run to the least safe place? In a thunderstorm, I take shelter under a tree. In a tornado, the culvert looks safe. In terror of God, I run to hide among self-righteous rags.

But that is exactly where I should not go. There is where the full brunt of His anger falls. There is where I will never be safe.

No, the fear of God demands that I run and hide–but not just anywhere.

Fear of God drives me to run to Christ, to take refuge in Him.

It is there, enveloped by the all-powerful, righteous, and angry God, that I am safe.

Because the awful God is the only One who can save me from Himself.

I run to Him and He spreads Himself over me like a garment, absorbing the full brunt of His terrible anger.

When I am hiding in Him, His wrath finds only Himself. When I am hiding in Him, His favor is all that remains. I am forever in the eye of the storm, the Terrible God surrounding me, protecting me from Himself.

I face life’s stresses, little troubles and big. Fear God, the little voice whispers. Run and Hide, I whisper back. I must make the choice to run to Him, to hide myself in Him. He absorbs my trials.

Temptation to think, to say, to do, to be what I ought not think, say, do, or be. I want to give in to bitterness, to selfishness, to pride, to self-indulgence. Fear God, the little voice whispers. I whisper back, Run and Hide. I must run to the One who endured every temptation. I must hide myself in Him. He bears my desires.

And then I fall and deep despair fills my every thought. Why do I do this again and again? Why do I continue to sin? Why don’t I do what I know is right? Terror grips me and I want to run away, to hide.

Where shall I go? Will I hide in my work? Surely there’s enough of that to keep me hidden for months. Will I hide in my home? There’s enough cleaning to do I won’t be found for an age. Will I hide in a book? I have plenty of those, and the library has more.

Fear God, the little voice says.

And I will respond.

In fear, I will run and hide.

I will run to my terror, I will weep at His feet. “Spread Your wings over me,” I will cry in distress. And He will lift His garment, He will give me refuge in His wings. I will be safe when I hide in my Fear.


Thankful Thursday: Yes

Thankful Thursday bannerI am thankful. Yes. I am.

Sometimes though, I’m busy enough or tired enough or whatever else enough that I forget to express it.

Which is why I have Thankful Thursday, after all. So long as I choose to do it.

Yes, I am thankful.

This week, I’m thankful…

…for quilting with Jo
It’s been forever since we just sat and talked, forever since we had our projects splayed out in front of us. So what if I didn’t get much sleep this weekend? I had a wonderful weekend with one of my best friends.

…for a crabby Little Miss
Really? I’m thankful for her crabbiness? Sort of. I’m thankful that God loves humanity enough to bring child after fallen child into the world. At nine months old, the Little Miss is an expert manipulator, doing what it takes to get her way. I was just like her and so were you. All of us, fallen from the day we were born. But God loved us despite our sin and paid the punishment for every manipulative tear.

…for work
God created work. He called man and woman both to it. Work is good. Even when I don’t like it. Even when I’m exhausted. He gave me work, and that is good. I will work at it heartily–and be thankful that God, in His wisdom, gave me such a work as this.

…for affirmation
Sometimes I feel absolutely boring, dried up, completely lacking in everything. Sometimes as in lately. I haven’t blogged much. I haven’t spent much time with my Columbus friends. I haven’t done much of anything except work (and drive to work in Grand Island). But then someone (Carrie) tells me I’m interesting–and my heart overflows. Maybe there still is something here. Thank you, Carrie–and thank you, Lord, for just what I needed to hear just now.

Yes, I am thankful


Reading by the Numbers

As of yesterday, April 25, 2012, I have been working on my epic library reading project for 2058 days.

In those 2058 days, I consumed 3487 library products (not counting the half-read ones that I intend to go back to sometime). That’s 1.69 library products per day.

Library products? What’s that supposed to mean?

That’s everything…
…Picture books (1203 titles read)
…First Readers (62 titles read)
…Beginning Chapter Books (91 titles read)
…Children’s Fiction (306 titles read)
…YA books (23 titles read)
…Juvenile nonfiction (140 titles read)
…Children’s CDs (42 discs listened to)
…Children’s DVDs (47 discs watched)
…Children’s VHSs (1 video watched)
…Adult Fiction (377 titles read)
…Adult Nonfiction (589 titles read)
…Adult Cassette Tapes (2 tape sets listened to)
…Adult CDs (432 discs listened to)
…Adult DVDs (106 discs watched)
…Periodicals (66 issues read)

Do you think that’s cheating?

I totally do. Which is why I also separate my reading out into books and into adult books.

I’ve read 2857 books since starting this project–a rate of 1.39 books per day.

I’ve read 1032 adult books and periodicals since beginning the project–a rate of .5 books per day.

It’s been 311 days since I last tabulated my reading, and in that time, I’ve read/listened to/watched…
312 Picture books (one per day)
9 First readers (just under 1 per month)
9 Beginning chapter books (just under 1 per month)
57 Children’s fiction books (about 5.5 per month)
16 YA books (about 1.5 per month)
52 Children’s nonfiction books (about 5 per month)
9 Children’s CDs (about 1 per month)
1 Children’s DVD
29 Fiction books (just under 3 per month)
49 Nonfiction books (just under 5 per month)
166 Adult CDs (16 per month)
9 Adult DVDs (just under 1 per month)
6 Periodicals (about 1 every two months)

Since I check out my materials in 6 week intervals, let’s look at what I typical consume per library trip (vs. what I typically check out per library trip):
42 Picture books (vs. 50 checked out)
1.2 First Readers (this is probably the average checked out too)
1.2 Beginning Chapter Books (ditto above)
7.7 Children’s fiction (vs. 6-8 checked out)
2.2 YA books (vs. 2-3 checked out)
7 Children’s nonfiction (vs. 8 checked out)
2.8 Adult fiction (vs. 4-5 checked out)
4.7 Adult nonfiction (vs. 6-8 checked out)
23.6 CDs (vs. 25 checked out)
1.3 DVDs (vs. 1 checked out–this is because I sometimes get the DVDs via Netflix or whatever and then count them because the library does own a copy)

Yes, that’s right. I typically check out 100-110 items from the library each visit–and have consumed an average of 98 items per 6 week visit. Not bad if you ask me.

According to my brother-out-law (who is a library aide) and his coworker (a librarian), there are approximately 30,000 books at the library I’m attempting to read through. Which means that (if I’ve got my math right: 30,000 books x 6 weeks/98 books x 1 year/52 weeks) it will take me around 35 years to complete this project.

Yes, it’ll take me forever to read my library-but I’ll say I’m making halfway decent progress :-)


Nightstand (April 2012)

In what is becoming a refrain for me, I’ve been busy–busy enough that I haven’t blogged much and haven’t written anywhere near as many reviews as I’d have liked. But I’ve still been reading in every snatched moment.

Books to be Read

On top of my Nightstand

This month I read:

Adult Fiction

  • Dear Lady by Robin Lee Hatcher
  • The Hidden Flame by Davis Bunn and Janette Oke
    I’d already met Abigail, a family-less woman of the early church, in The Centurion’s Wife. There, she was an unassuming character, gently inviting Leah (the main character of that novel) into the community of believers. Abigail is still serving the church, but somehow she’s managed to catch the eye of two very different men: one a well-endowed Pharisee merchant, another a well-positioned Roman soldier. She’s not sure she is interested in either, but what choice does she have in the matter? This story takes the reader through the martyrdom of Stephen-moving slowly through the times of the first church.
  • Last of the Dixie Heroes by Peter Abrahams
    I’ve really lucked out that Abrahams’ name starts with AB. Had I begun my trip through the fiction section of my not-so-local library with an author that I despised, I might have despaired. As it is, I’ve enjoyed each of the half dozen or so suspense novels I’ve read by Abrahams so far. This one, about a Rebel Civil War reenactor who finds himself a bit deeper amidst battle than he expected, was no exception.
  • Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
    While listening to the chapter on Northanger Abbey in A Jane Austen Education, I realized that I had never read this particular work of Austen’s. I set out immediately to correct that oversight and found it a delightful story, one that must be added to my list of favorites (along with pretty much everything else by Austen.)
  • Sweet Caroline by Rachel Hauck
    Caroline is about to spread her wings and fly off to Barcelona, leaving behind her responsible but unexciting life as bookkeeper-slash-waitress at the decrepit Frogmore Cafe. But then she learns that the late owner of the Cafe has willed it to…her. Either she takes it, or it’ll be closed. Sweet Caroline is fluff Christian romance, nothing spectacular. I did enjoy it, though.

Books to be Read

Top shelf of my Nightstand

Adult Non-fiction

  • Changing Diapers by Kally Wels
    Yes, I read books about cloth diapering. Sue me. This was a fun little guide for Moms who have made the decision to cloth diaper (or are strongly leaning that way) and who want some direction regarding the options and/or the process. This book is decidedly pro-cloth diapering and does NOT give both sides of the issue. If you’ve chosen not to cloth diaper and are inclined toward Mommy-guilt, do yourself a favor and don’t read this. As for me, I read it while thanking God that the little Miss (my niece) is cloth-diapered–getting to change her every so often helps keep the covetousness at bay :-)
  • Coffee is bad good for you by Robert J Davis
    Have you ever been confused by the conflicting food and nutrition information you hear from just about everywhere? Who hasn’t been? Robert J. Davis puts a collection of popular food/diet information through the evidence test–and shares his findings. This is a rare nutrition book that gets my (almost unequivocal) stamp of approval. Davis is true to his word and avoids the sensationalism to get down to the science behind the headlines. What I liked best about this book is that Davis is willing to say that the jury’s still out–something most health reporters don’t seem to understand in their rush to report what the latest study “proves”.
  • Demonic: How the Liberal Mob is Endangering America by Ann Coulter
    I read this. I liked parts of it. I didn’t like other parts. I think Coulter’s crazy. I think she’s very intelligent. I think that if you’re a conservative, you might want to read my full review. If you’re a liberal, you’d probably rather not. Coulter takes delight in ticking off liberals–and, while I don’t delight in doing the same, probably just hearing her described will be enough to raise your blood pressure (I know it raises my blood pressure to hear about certain authors/personalities who take delight in raging against me and mine).
  • A Jane Austen Education by William Deresiewicz
    The life “Billy” has lived is far different from mine–and I disagree with many of the choices he describes having made in his memoir of growing up through his encounters with Jane Austen’s fiction–but that doesn’t change my opinion of this book. It is the perfect bibliophile memoir. Deresiewicz takes Austen seriously, extracts valuable life lessons from Austen’s fiction, and shares enough (but not too much) about his own life to make the reader sympathize with him. I sincerely enjoyed this book.
  • Mayo Clinic Guide to a Healthy Pregnancy
    Yes, I also read pregnancy books–although the official word on this is “research” for the story that I may someday move from my head to paper.
  • Mere Anarchy by Woody Allen
    I don’t know much about Woody Allen, but apparently he’s a comic. I’m not sure about how funny he is, but his Mere Anarchy certainly was fun to read. He used big words, SAT or GRE caliber words. He alludes to educated things. Regularly. It’s fanTAStic. I’d read this again, just for the privilege of reading phrases like “my spine suddenly assumed the shape of a Mobius strip” and “only the fumes of a smoked whitefish I was deconstructing at the Carnegie Deli induced sufficient hallucinatory molecules to conjure the following correspondence.”
  • Miller’s Collecting Science and Technology
    I don’t collect science and technology, but it sure is fascinating to read all about the pieces.
  • Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell
    I had heard about this book (via a podcast I listen to regularly), read about this book (on a couple of different blogs), and talked about this book (with my dad, who’d heard about it from the same podcast I had). It was on my TBR list, but it wasn’t until I saw a hardback copy for sale at the used store that I actually settled down to read it. Nothing prepared me for what I found within. This is a fascinating look at the factors that contribute to success. It was not at all what I expected, but just as interesting as I’d expected. I hope to review this in more detail at some point (add it to the pile of “review in more depth someday”.)
  • The Roots of Obama’s Rage by Dinesh D’Souza
    I cringed when this book came up next in my attempt to speed my way through the 973.932’s at my library (current events-if I can finish this and close the gap between it and the next section before the next presidency, I can somewhat stem the tide of new books about politics that I’ll have to read.) The title of this book is awful. It reminds me of all those books that attempted to psychoanalyze Bush or explain how really he was just a puppet of Rove/Cheney/Big Oil. I hate that sort of thing. Hate it, hate it, hate it. And rage? Since when is Obama raging? Condescending, I can see, but I’ve never thought of him as raging. Anyway, I was inclined to not want to read this book. The redeeming feature was that it is written by Dinesh D’Souza, whose books I really enjoy reading. Thankfully, it turned out that this book was mis-titled, and isn’t really about rage after all (thank goodness!) I propose that it should have been titled The Last Anti-colonial. D’Souza draws from Obama’s autobiographies to explain how he feels that the underlying value behind Obama’s policy decisions is anti-colonialism. I’m fascinated by this thesis, and (for the first time ever) am eager to read Obama’s autobiographies myself in order to put D’Souza’s theory under the microscope.

Books to be Read

Bottom shelf of my Nightstand

Juvenile Fiction

  • Cam Jansen and the Mystery of Flight 54 by David A. Adler
  • Cam Jansen and the Mystery at the Haunted House by David A. Adler
  • Don’t Talk to Me about the War by David A. Adler
    Tommy Duncan does not want to hear about the war going on in Europe. There’s enough going on in his own home to keep him worried, what with his mom’s shaking and unexpectedly dropping things and falling and whatnot. And when Tommy isn’t worried about his mom, he wants to take his mind off of trouble by thinking about stuff like baseball–not gloom and doom stories of war. But Tommy’s friend friend Beth and their new classmate Sarah, a refugee from the Third Reich, aren’t going to let him ignore what’s going on in the world.
  • The Ghost at Skeleton Rock by Franklin W. Dixon
  • The Mystery Girl by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • Nine Days a Queen by Ann Rinaldi
    I think I’m on my way to becoming a historical fiction junkie. And if this book is any indication, Rinaldi is among the best. This work is, of course, about Lady Jane Grey, who reigned for nine days before being deposed by her cousin, Mary, who would later have a blood-red cocktail drink named after her. The bit of this book that hooked me for good? The adolescent Edward, Mary, Jane, and Elizabeth (do you recognize these four as King Edward the Sixth, Bloody Mary, Jane Grey, and Queen Elizabeth I?) are discussing the King’s new wife:

    “She is brave,” Elizabeth put in.

    “She has a good head on her shoulders,” Edward said, and just as he said it, he minded what he had spoken, and we all looked at one another in horror.

    “May it stay there,” Mary whispered as if in prayer. And she crossed herself.

    Elizabeth said nothing, but I saw her pale. Her mother had been beheaded when she was just three. She never spoke of it. But I wondered what she felt and how she could live knowing about it.

    ~Nine Days a Queen by Ann Rinaldi, page 14

  • At least 28 Children’s picture books

Juvenile Non-Fiction

  • Tell Them We Remember by Susan D. Bachrach

Don’t forget to drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading this month!

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Thankful Thursday: Road Trip Edition

Thankful Thursday bannerAll through college, I cringed at the inevitable Monday question “What did you do this weekend?” While my peers were road-tripping to a baseball game or a football game or to ski in Colorado, I was being boring. Inevitably, my answer was “I worked. I read. I went to church. I hung out with my family.” That’s what I did over the weekends when I was a student.

This last weekend, though, I enjoyed one of those crazy college-like road trips, traveling to the West Slope of the Rockies in Colorado for a friend’s wedding.

This week I’m thankful…

…for wise advice
Anna encouraged me to work in the afternoon and let the girls pick me up from Grand Island, saving me 1 1/2 of travel time. It was wonderful.

…for the W’s van
The W’s “borrowed” us their van for our weekend trip–and it was lovely to stretch our legs out.

…for Holiday Inn Hilarity
We had plenty of fun that first night–and not a little embarrassment. Men around a non-existent bar, a workout room that looked bigger than it was, a swimming pool but no bathing suit, spilled Fruit Loops and military men. We had fun.

…for beautiful views
The drive from Denver to Montrose on Highway 50 was awe-inspiring. “How can anyone say there is no God?” became our oft-repeated refrain.

…for the Flamenco room
Our bed and breakfast was, um, interesting. But we had fun with it–and it was wonderful to have a place near the action. We met Grandpa (a Husker fan from Wyoming who gave us a little advice for Coach Pelini) and Step-Grandma while still at the B&B–and ended up spending not a little time with them over the weekend.

…an unexpectedly gorgeous gorge
See pictures and description here

…for something to do
When we set out, Ruth was the only one with an official job at the wedding (photographer). By the time the rehearsal dinner was done though, we’d all picked up jobs to do: Bout/corsage pinning, cake cutting, and on-the-spot orchestration. I’m not sure about the others, but I felt right at home once I had a job to do.

…for the gas station guy
For the record, we didn’t go to Colorado to pick up men (or even to watch for them). And we didn’t pick up any men–but we did see some. We had some rather shocking encounters. For instance, there was the rather good looking guy at the gas station who walked right up to our window to ask us if we could back up–or, maybe we didn’t need to back up–oh wait–well, thanks anyway. And then there was the teenager in a truck with a fully loaded gun rack who gave us that “head tip” thing as we were driving along (Um, honey? Don’t go after older women like that.) We had plenty of laughs over the various male sightings we had (Like that? I speak of them as though they’re wild animals seen unexpectedly. But sometimes that’s how they seem.)

…for safety through the snow
It started snowing Saturday night and we chose to start our drive back that evening lest we be snowed in. It was pretty clear until Rifle, but then the weather got bad quickly. I’m thankful Anna had the wisdom to know when to call it quits–and the level head and sharp reflexes to get us through the slick mountain passes on Sunday morning.

…for talking things out
I think you might call what we had on our drive an argument, maybe even a fight. It was definitely disagreement. But it was an opportunity for all of us to speak from the heart, to listen to one another, to seek to come to a compromise. It wasn’t fun, but it was good.

All in all, it was a wonderful getaway. I’m so thankful that God brought me into community with the ladies I traveled with, that He brought Laurie into our lives and enabled us to go to her wedding. God has been good to us, very good.


2012 Update: When Life Gets in the Way

Remember when I optimistically stated that I would do 2012 things in 2012?

Remember how I posted weekly updates for a grand total of five weeks before life got in the way?

Maybe you’ve forgotten my 2012 project.

Just for the record, I haven’t.

I’m still working on it–I just haven’t had a lot of time to record it or log it.

A weekly update is a bit beyond me at this point–but I still want to record my progress somehow.

Which is why I have created my 2012 Running List to help me get caught up.

As of right now, the list is woefully incomplete, with dozens of tasks already completed but not yet on the list.

But…it’s a step in the right direction, right?

I can hope so :-)


Book Review: “Demonic” by Ann Coulter

“She’s crazy!” my friend proclaimed from the front of the vehicle when I mentioned that I had just finished listening to Ann Coulter’s Demonic: How the Liberal Mob is Endangering America via the text-to-speech feature on my Kindle.

I’ll admit that this is a common reaction to Coulter–and one that I’m inclined to agree with.

I’m disappointed that this is the case, though, because her “crazy” often ends up masking that she’s also brilliant.

Coulter’s Demonic is typical of her books in that it is brash, liberal-bashing, and stuffed with well-researched connections between historical and modern events.

Coulter’s thesis is that “the Democratic Party is the party of the mob, irrespective of what the mob represents.” She argues that the Democrats gain power by encouraging mob behavior and then by manipulating said mob to their own means.

In the first part of Demonic, Coulter compares the behavior of modern day liberals to that of Gustave Le Bon’s description of a mob in The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind (published in 1896).

“All the characteristics of mob behavior set forth by Le Bon in 1895 are evident in modern liberalism–simplistic, extreme black-and-white thinking, fear of novelty, inability to follow logical arguments, acceptance of contradictory ideas, being transfixed by images, a religious worship of their leaders, and a blind hatred of their opponents.”

Coulter unpacks each of these characteristics, citing dozens of prominent examples for each accusation. To the accusation that all American politics is simply mob behavior, she offers conservative counterexamples (For example, the criticism that Ronald Reagan experienced from conservatives during his eight year presidency as a counterexample to political “idol” worship.)

In the second part of Demonic, Coulter argues that Liberal mob behavior has its roots in the lawless French Revolution–a revolution about as foreign to the American Revolution as you can get (despite modern attempts to compare them). In this second section, Coulter devotes less time to insulting modern liberals and focuses on the history of the respective revolutions–leaving the reader to draw parallels with modern times as she contrasts the French Revolution’s godless mobs and the American Revolutionaries’ objections which, only as a last resort (and with careful advance planning by a thoughtful assembly), resulted in violent war. Interestingly, Coulter describes how the Founding Fathers were of a split opinion regarding the original Boston Tea Party–with some arguing that it was too close to mob behavior while others argued that it was not mob-like because it had been carefully planned only after lawful attempts at protest had been exhausted. Apparent in all the Founding Fathers’ discussion of the Tea Party was their inherent distaste for mob behavior.

Which leads to the third part of Demonic, in which Coulter describes the tendency of liberals to instigate, abet, and defend violent mobs. Coulter gives the college campus protests of the sixties, civil rights mobs (both on the pro- and anti- civil rights sides), and the Central Park rape case as examples of the above. She also works through a number of media accusations of violent behavior from conservatives, finding that in most cases the accusations were overblown (or the violent individuals and groups were not conservatives after all.)

Finally, Coulter attempts a psychoanalysis of liberal mobs, asking “Why would anyone be a liberal?” She answers her own question by saying that liberals 1) have a thirst for popularity, 2) ignore the history of the French Revolution and therefore commit its same mistakes, and 3) hate traditional morality and are willing to do anything to overthrow it. Coulter ends by trying (not entirely successfully) to explain her cryptic title, explaining that Satan is the father of the mob.

Can you see the “crazy” even in just my description of Demonic? Coulter has a determined animosity towards liberals and makes no attempt to hide it. She isn’t going to “play nice” or “soften the blow” with meaningless affirmations. She says it exactly as she sees it.

Unfortunately (I think), this animus is likely to make most people dismiss the connections Coulter has made between historical and current events. I think her readers are likely to either agree with her animosity and be confirmed in their biases against liberals and liberalism or they are going to disagree with her animosity and take offense–most on either side missing the historical warning against mob-like behavior.

For my part, I like to think that I’m a more discriminating reader–able to glean valuable insight that will help me to combat mob behavior wherever it is found (on the left or the right or anywhere else) without adopting Coulter’s abrasive attitude towards the Left.

And I pray, that by God’s grace, I would recognize that “we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places” (Eph 6:12).

While I fully support strong action against unlawful mob behavior, my war is not against the mob. While I am a committed conservative, my war is not against liberals. My war is spiritual, not physical.

I have a different strategy than political machinations, than legal cases, than military action. My strategy is to fasten truth as a belt around my waist, to let righteousness guard my chest, to prepare my feet to share the gospel of peace, to trust God to deflect the devil’s arrows, to let salvation be a crown on my head, and to fight with God’s word to advance the gospel of Christ (Eph 6:13-20).

I will love my enemies–not in the sense that I will capitulate to a mob’s demands–but in the sense that I will sacrifice in order that they can know salvation in Christ. How can I do any less when my Savior responded to the truly evil mob (including myself) who demanded His death by offering His life to the Father as a ransom for the mob’s sin?