WiW: In which I get political

Every four years or so, I hear the old refrain begin again.

The media encourages politicians to “reach across the aisle”, to reconcile between the parties, to limit their squabbling and be a happy family.

And every four years (actually much more frequently), I groan as politicians pander to one another and to Washington business as usual, further enslaving the American people.

This is what comes to mind when I read Thomas Paine’s revolutionary words in his Common Sense.

“…I am inclined to believe that all those who espouse the doctrine of reconciliation may be included within the following descriptions: Interested men, who are not to be trusted; weak men who cannot see; prejudiced men, who will not see; and a certain set of moderate men, who think better of the European world than it deserves; and this last class, by an ill-judged deliberation, will be the cause of more calamities to this continent than all the other three.”

There are four types of people who encourage the continued farce of American politicking:

  1. Those who have something to gain from business-as-usual
    The career politician who makes a living by not making waves. The lobbyist who makes a living toadying before said politicians. The bureaucrat and the bail-out who make a living off the backs of working Americans.
  2. Those who cannot see the direction we are pointed
    The unconcerned who think little of the slavery into which they are selling their children, so wrapped up they are in their current troubles. The misled who somehow believe that government intervention in the economy is helping rather than hurting.
  3. Those whose prejudices lead them to ignore business-as-usual
    The social zealots who are so eager to see their agenda accomplished that they willfully refuse to see how the accomplishment of their agenda means the destruction of American freedom. Those who adamantly follow a party, insisting that if their party does it it must be right.
  4. Those who embrace moderation, who think politicking can be reasoned with

I, like Paine, am most afraid of the fourth group.

These, who think they can make the Republican party, the Democratic party come to their senses. These, who think that our republic could be saved if we just all got along. These, who think that small measures can somehow stem the tide, that outreach to the other side would end in agreement.

These are the frightening ones.

These good-hearted souls mean well but underestimate the weight our nation currently stands against.

Our government is bankrupt, amassing debt at a rate of more than $1 million per minute (see the US Debt Clock). The burden of the national debt amounts to a home mortgage for every taxpayer–and continues to grow as the number of taxpayers declines (Welcome to retirement, Baby Boomers!)

Government encroaches upon more and more of our lives–from big business bail-outs to increasing government regulation of every part of our business and leisure to ill-conceived public welfare programs.

Within a generation (or less), American freedom may be little more than a footnote in history–a brief age in line with Greek democracy. Freedom in America, and perhaps around the world, will have died in slavery while moderates beg for small solutions.

We are selling ourselves into slavery (…the borrower is the slave of the lender.” Prov 22:7)

Now is no time for moderation, I say. Now is a time for drastic measures.

We must halt our spending. We must cut our spending. We cannot merely make motions towards fiscal responsibility, we must cut our losses and RUN toward fiscal responsibility.

No compromise budget will do for me. Give me something radical–something like the Tea Party Budget.


The Week in WordsDon’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


Nightstand (November)

Second month in a row, I forget the Nightstand. Honestly?

But I just took back a slew of books, among them, these:

Adult Fiction

  • Nerve Damage by Peter Abrahams
    I never imagined I would become a fan of suspensish novels–but I’m enjoying Peter Abrahams on my way through the library. This one involves a sculptor whose wife died many years ago in a helicopter accident and… I really can’t say more.
  • Room by Emma Donoghue
    This was on my TBR list for quite a while based on a review I read somewhere (but don’t know where since I switched computers and lost all my bookmarks halfway through), but I hadn’t been able to get it at the library. Now I know why. Wow. This is a stunning novel.
  • Mr. Knightley’s Diary by Amanda Grange
    A retelling of Jane Austen’s Emma from Mr. Knightley’s perspective. Except that Mr. Knightley’s perspective as indicated in this novel gives absolutely no new information or, er, perspective on the story. I read it, I didn’t dislike it, I don’t really recommend it.
  • The Beloved Land by Janette Oke and T. Davis Bunn
    A very nice conclusion to Oke and Bunn’s Song of Acadia series. And, I think, a conclusion to my reading of Oke (except that my library maybe has a copy of something she wrote with her daughter?)

Adult Non-fiction

  • Everyday Icon: Michelle Obama and the Power of Style by Kate Betts
    Michelle Obama is a pretty lady. Usually, she dresses well. I enjoyed the pictures in this book. I did not enjoy Betts’ adulatory insistence that Mrs. Obama is somehow the savior of fashion in our day. Yes, my politics (and disgust for Mrs. Obama’s use of her daughters in her childhood obesity initiative) colors my perceptions. But even when I’m trying my hardest to be objective, this still seems over-the-top in trying to present Mrs. Obama as the better-than-Jackie-Kennedy.
  • There is a God by Antony Flew
    Renowned (formerly atheist) philosopher, well known for stating that the “burden of proof” for the existence of God rests on theists, writes about the proofs that changed his mind. A bit laborious when dealing with Flew’s atheistic days, this book gets very interesting when Flew starts outlining the philosophical arguments that convinced him that there must be a God.

Juvenile Fiction

  • Into the Dark by Peter Abrahams
    Sequel to Down the Rabbit Hole, another good juvenile suspense novel. I liked it.
  • Pure by Terra Elan McVoy
    Tabitha and her four best friends (that part plagiarized from the book jacket) are bound by the rings they all wear: purity rings. Some got them from their fathers, one from her brother, one from her best friend–but the rings all mean one thing, a commitment to keep oneself a virgin. But then Tabitha’s best friend loses her ring and another of the girl loses what the ring stands for–and suddenly the world falls apart. The Christianity Tabitha practices in this book is certainly a more liberal version than I practice–but all five of the girls’ beliefs and practices (which turn out to be rather different) are dealt with sympathetically. This was a novel worth reading.
  • Calvin Coconut: Dog Heave by Graham Salisbury
    As discussed in my armchair fail post..
  • The Castle Mystery created by Gertrude Chandler Warner

Wanna hear my excuse for almost missing this post? I posted it earlier this morning–I was on a roof.

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

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In which I scale a roof

During certain seasons, it seems like I spend a lot of time explaining why I’m NOT blogging. This is definitely one of those seasons.

My most recent excuse?

I’ve been climbing roofs.

Me on the Roof

When we rented this house last November, the gutters were full of leaves.

Me on the Roof

I realized that something need to be done this spring when my mower revealed a ridge in the ground along the north side of the house where the water cascaded from the roof directly onto the soil below rather than being caught in the gutters and funneled to drainspouts.

The roof as of last year

I knew something really needed to be done this summer when I saw that there was a corn plant (yes, a corn plant) growing from the valley between the main roof and the roof over the garage. (BTW, that last picture was of the house right after we rented it–before those leaves composted and this summer’s corn plant and other weeds grew and this year’s leaves collected on top of it.)

This weekend, thanks to an extension ladder and pickup borrowed from Jon, I got the gutters cleaned out and Anna got half the yard raked and those leaves hauled.

Lessons learned from the adventure?

  1. Aluminum gutters make great planters.
    Fill them full of leaves, let them sit until the leaves are composted, add seeds blown on the wind–voila!
  2. Women who intend to spend much time on a ladder should invest in an extra fat layer.
    I have bruises on my hipbones and ribs where said parts rested on the ladder.
  3. Wooden shingles + moss = Slippery.
    Thank God for jeans and leather gloves. Would you believe that those (and the grace of God) were the only thing keeping me on the roof?
  4. The toughest part of working on a roof is getting off of and back onto the ladder.
    I had to yell for someone to come steady the ladder while I mounted and dismounted.
  5. Yard work today = Awful allergies tomorrow.
    My voice was pretty much gone. I had to defer resident interviews after unsuccessful attempts to speak loud enough for them to hear.

Armchair Fail

So remember how I said I was arm-chairing the Cybils this year?

Yeah. About that.

I failed to do my research on what Cybils-nominated books my library owned prior to my last visit–and therefore spent 15 minutes on the “Express” internet-accessible computer frantically writing down author last names and the first few letters of the middle-grade fiction nominations. Then I spent the next half an hour or so running through the juvenile fiction stacks trying to locate the books. After eliminating from my list several dozen books that the library DIDN’T OWN, I finally arrived at one that it DID own.

I brought home Calvin Coconut: Dog Heaven (by Graham Salisbury) and read it right off.

Calvin is a third-grader (or maybe fourth grader?) who has been given a writing assignment–write an essay about something he wants so badly he can TASTE it, and try to convince Mr. Purdy that he should get it.

Calvin knows exactly what he wants–but the difficult thing isn’t convincing Mr. PURDY. It’s convincing his MOM that she should let him get a dog (even though their live-in helper might be allergic to dogs.)

I enjoyed this book, although I was a bit stunned by how young it seemed. The reading level and the plot are both even simpler than the Boxcar Children which I used to think were the simplest “real” chapter books imaginable. Obviously, I was wrong.

The other thing that I was wrong about was…whether Calvin Coconut: Dog Heaven was nominated for the Cybils.

I just took a look at the Cybils website and discovered that it was not Calvin Coconut: Dog Heaven but Calvin Coconut: Hero of Hawaii that had been nominated for the Cybils.

Yep, that’s right. Should have written down more than just the first couple of words of the title.

So, I have not managed to read any Cybils nominated titles since signing up for the challenge (although I did notice that Close to Famous, which I read and enjoyed a couple of months ago, is on the list of Middle Grade Cybils nominees.)

So there you have it. My Cybils Armchair fail.

What have I learned from the process? Figure out which Cybils nominees your library has and request them before your visit to avoid mix-ups.

If you want to read more Armchair Cybils posts (from readers who ostensibly actually read Cybils nominated books), check out Amy’s November link-up.


On a vaguely related note, I was so distracted by writing my Sunday School lesson and writing a Systematic Theology paper and working on a project for 2012 this weekend that I forgot to renew my library books. I got the overdue notice in my e-mail inbox this morning. Yeah, so at $0.35 per book per day for 3 days with over a hundred books… That’d make a great story problem for your kids, homeschool moms. For me? It’s my discretionary spending for the month. Budget fail!


Eight Word Memoirs

Have you ever seen the Six-Word Memoir project? I read a couple of Six-Word volumes…last year? or maybe two years ago? Anyway, I thought of them again recently and started writing some memoirs of my own–except my memory is rather fragile, so I thought they were eight-word memoirs instead of six-word. No wonder it was so easy to do.

Anyhow, here are some of my eight word memoirs (with my edits to six word memoirs in italics following).


Bekah, cubed: I said my name was Anna

“My name is Anna.”
“No, Bekah(cubed)”


Threw up in sister’s hair. Didn’t wake up.

Vomited in her hair. Slept on.


Prayed in Sunday School; Saved by God’s grace.

Prayer didn’t save; God’s grace did.


Supersonic household hero bawls balls out of trees.

Heroine bawls balls out of trees.


I almost saw my little brother being born.

I almost saw my brother’s birth.


Scabbed over in time to see meet baby sister.

Scabbed over in time. Met Grace.


Stepped on dead possum while eating cheese sandwich.

Stepped on possum while eating sandwich.


I dreamt they went inside, died. I cried.

They went inside, died. I cried.

Fourteen going on forty year old homeschool Mom.

Fourteen-going-on-forty homeschool Mom.


Harlequins taught lies, fairy tales told the truth.

Harlequins lied, fairy tales told truth.


He asked me to give Him my husband.

“Give me your husband,” He said.


I cried when I saw my PSAT scores.

I cried over my PSAT scores.


Chancellor knocked on my door. I wasn’t home.

Chancellor rang doorbell. I wasn’t home


Pride and Prejudice: My fifteen minutes of fame.

Pride and Prejudice: My fifteen minutes.


Justification: I am not wrong in His eyes.

Justification: He sees me made right.


Dietetics student ambivalent about weight loss, low BMI.

Dietetics student ambivalent about weight loss.


Mentored my sis-in-law right into the Menter family.

Mentored sis-in-law into family.


God’s Sovereignty: Pled for Omaha, Led to Columbus.

Pled for Omaha, Led to Columbus.


Secret Candy Sneak turned RD. LTC for me.

Secret Candy Sneak turned LTC RD.


So what do you think? Are the eight-word memoirs better or are the six-word memoirs? Can you think of some eight (or six) word memoirs of your own?


Thankful Thursday: Little Exchanges

Don’t you just love a heart-to-heart conversation?

I know I do–but heart-to-heart’s are generally few and far between. Instead, the majority of our interactions consist of little exchanges–but little exchanges that can be cumulatively just as valuable as a long heart-to-heart.

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This week I’m thankful…

…for “best part of the week” questions around the dinner table after church

…for abbreviated life stories at 38th Street Coffee after Highland Park’s Harvest Celebration

…for conversations in creation and long-term-care law with my dad after we were seated but before the orchestral performance began

…for chats about theology and life on the long drive back home from Lincoln

…for tracking with Bill about humanoid hominids–and the interest various others took in the topic

…for TULIP talk with Gina and caveman talk with Corbin

…for Natalie’s earnest private encouragement once I was done talking with her mom and brother: “You should look up II Timothy 3:16. We’re memorizing it right now, and…you should look it up.” (Natalie is in 2nd or 3rd Grade. She goes to Sunday School during second service, so she’s not in my class; but we see each other often during the “switch” when the second class is filing in and my class hasn’t quite all been picked up.)

“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be competent, equipped for every good work.”
~II Timothy 3:16-17

Thankful for the Word of God, which is profitable for my own training and for others’. Thankful for Gina’s faithfully training her daughter in the Word. Thankful for Natalie’s faithfully sharing the Word with me. Thankful for how encouraging it is to hear the Word from the lips of a child.


God’s Free Will

Nothing is more apt to stir up controversy in my mix of friends and relatives (coming from Lutheran, Arminian, and Reformed traditions) than to ask, “Do you believe in free will?”

The savvy debater (and theology nerd) will respond with another question: “Whose?”

It is possible, you see to believe in free will for one sort of person and not believe in free will for another.

When referring to man, free will is set in contrast to determinism. With free will, man does as he chooses. With determinism, he does what has been predetermined (by God) that he should do.

When referring to God, free will is set in contrast to necessary will. Necessary will is what God must do because of who He is (in a sense, what God will do is “determined” because of His character). Free will is what God chooses to do without any compulsion.

Is this idea of free will versus necessary will a new concept for you? It was for me.

The doctrine of God’s necessary will states that there are some instances where God doesn’t have a choice. God doesn’t have a choice to lie or to be truthful. He is truth, end of story. He cannot lie. Likewise, God cannot excuse sin. He must punish sin. He is constrained by His holy character to act in accordance with His holiness by punishing sin.

Does this mean that God kicks and screams against His character, wishing He could just once lie or just once let sin off?

Absolutely not. God wants to act in accordance with His character. He wills to be truthful, He wills to punish sin. Even if it is his necessary will, it is still God’s will.

On the other hand, God’s free will encompasses those things that God chooses to do that He does not have to do.

Creation is one example of God’s free will in action. God did not have to create the world.

The doctrine of God’s independence insists that God does not need anything-certainly not any created thing. He is Himself completely satisfied in Himself. Before the creation of the world, God lacked nothing, being complete in His triune nature.

Yet God has chosen to create this universe, not because He needed to, but because He wanted to.

If you haven’t yet figured it out, I believe in free will. God’s free will, that is.

So far as man’s free will? I still haven’t made up my mind on that one.


A Prediction I hope isn’t true

My dad purchased tickets for the whole family to see the Munich Symphony Orchestra last night at Lincoln’s Leid Center–so I was out late last night.

Today, the roads are likely icy for my trip to Grand Island–and the topic in Systematic Theology is one that I really want to be there for.

But one of my Grand Island buildings is in survey window and I have a premonition I’m really hoping isn’t true.

I’ve packed an extra change of clothes in case I don’t make it home tonight.