Poetic Education and Boys

This is a subject near and dear to my heart!  Cindy at Dominion Family has a thoughtful post on this.  Here's a quote:

But it is the regular boys, the sports-loving boys, the farmer boys, the active boys who will benefit most from a poetic education: the Spurgeons and the George MacDonalds and the Eric Liddells and the Almanzo Wilders.

I'm trying to spend some time on this Christmas break reflecting and checking my home education course, so I appreciate this food for thought. 

Consider the Lilies...

Here's a quote I find timely, having spent my Autumn Break this week cleaning out drawers, closets, and hidden spaces in bedrooms, sorting and discarding clothes (mine and the kids):

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress. ~ George Gordon, Lord Byron

A Prayer as I Grow Older

There was a time when I would have prayed this for others…now, I'm beginning to see that I need to pray it for myself. I just want to be like my Grandma Morrison when I grow up (okay…old)…the Lord granted her what this dear saint prayed:

Lord, thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old.

Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs.

Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy.

With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end.

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.

Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing and the love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.

I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others' pains, but help me to endure them with patience.

I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.

Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint - some of them are so hard to live with - but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.

Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people.

And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell people about it.

For all our sakes,

Amen.

~ A Mother Superior's Prayer

Prince Caspian?

I don’t pretend to be a movie critic. I’m not even a big movie fan. I’d rather read a book. But there are some exceptions, like To Kill a Mockingbird. Gregory Peck was the perfect Atticus, and there was little not to like in the movie.

Having read Prince Caspian (and all of Narnia) numerous times (say 15?) since I was twelve years old, the bar for me is admittedly pretty high. Overall, I liked The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and thought Adamson did a reasonably good job with it. So I was cautiously optimistic about Prince Caspian. I really wanted to like it. I did. Honest.

There were a few things that I really liked:

The river god was cool, very cool.

The trees “waded” through the earth admirably.

The scenery was awesome.

The last line was accurate: “I’ve left my new torch in Narnia!”

(Deep breath here) Now, with apologies to my friends who liked the movie, here a few of my many (to put it mildly) disappointments:

The very cool river god was never explained at all. If you hadn’t read the book, what in the world were you to make of that whole thing?

Reepicheep as a thinly veiled Puss-in-Boots from Shrek…Reep deserved better.

Aslan as a totally absent and detached diety (can’t even say Christ-figure), who has to be fetched by Lucy -- as opposed to followed by Lucy, as Lewis wrote it.

Peter as a sullen, angst-ridden, obnoxious teenager.

Caspian as a sullen, angst-ridden, obnoxious teenager.

Susan as a pouty heroine with a come-hither look, who would NEVER have actually been allowed to fight in a battle by Lewis, only to lead the archers, away from the fray. Lewis didn’t subscribe to the idea of women in battle. In The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, Father Christmas says as much, “…battles are ugly when women fight.” That line, of course, was axed in the first movie.

Trumpkin never did bow and truly submit himself to the Lion, he just gave Aslan a surly and half-hearted look. Trumpkin…one of the most noble characters in the book…where was he? In the book, Trumpkin was Chesterton’s “jolly atheist”…you couldn’t help but love him. Volunteering for a mission which he believed to be in vain, Trumpkin stoutly answered Caspian’s inquiry as to why he was willing to go and look for the expected help from the high past when he didn’t even believe the old stories: “No more I do, Your Majesty. But what’s that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here. You are my King. I know the difference between giving advice and taking orders. You’ve had my advice, and now it’s time for orders.” A noble fellow…nothing like the snide and surly character I saw on the screen yesterday. Trumpkin without “Cobbles and kettledrums!” , “Thimbles and thunderstorms!”, “Wraiths and wreckage!”, “Crows and crockery!”??? Only heard one “bedknobs and broomsticks!” or some such…the kids said he did say that same line one more time but I must have missed it.

Worse still, where was the real Caspian, the boy king in whom the old nurse and Dr. Cornelius instilled a love of the truth and the “old things” by telling him the stories of old Narnia, giving Caspian a sense of mission, and giving him the authenticity to make the old Narnians trust him and recognize him as Aslan’s chosen deliverer and rightful ruler? In the movie, I couldn’t help but wonder why in the world the old Narnians would trust such a jerk.

I was fairly certain one of my favorite lines from the book would be left out, but nonetheless, was disappointed to find it gone. Aslan to Prince Caspian, after Caspian voices his shame on learning that he is descended from a race of pirates: "You come from the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve", said Aslan. "And that is both honour enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth; be content."

My overall impression is that this movie succeeded admirably in being just what Lewis repeatedly criticized in his essays on literature -- a postmodern retooling of the author’s story, thinly veiled chronological snobbery: ”We know oh so much better than Lewis could how to “reach” teens and tweens…our new ways are so much better than your old fashioned ways.”

My teens’ and young adults’ descriptions of this movie mostly involved the word “lame”.

And all of us, quite crestfallen.

Twenty Years Ago...

Last month...



My prayer my sweet sons today:

As he pursues his heavenly journey by Thy grace
let him be known as a man with no aim
but that of a burning desire for Thee,
and the good and salvation of His fellow man.
~Divine Support, The Valley of Vision

Give him a desire to show forth Thy praise,
testify Thy love,
advance Thy kingdom.
~New Year, The Valley of Vision

Solemn Vows

Josh and Abby asked Jack to use the Book of Common Prayer wedding service, and I was struck by how few references there were to feelings (love, joy, etc), and how many there were to "solemn vows". Truly, for all the joy and smiles and laughter, it also was a solemn occasion, as Josh and Abby vowed lifelong commitment, and all in attendance vowed to support them in that commitment.

A related item… Wes Callihan had this article in his Scholegium newsletter today.

COGITEM -- Liturgy as a Language

Our pastor recently remarked that there is a liturgical reformation occurring (he's thinking primarily of reformed protestant churches) and it set me thinking about why that should be so. One reason surely is that liturgy is a language that allows us to express ourselves. If you have never learned to play the piano, you cannot simply sit down to one and express the innermost depths of your soul with great overhand swings at the keyboard, Rachmaninoff-style, no matter how passionately you feel like the desire. But if you've studied and practiced and learned the language of piano-playing from those who have gone before, you can express yourself with great freedom. That freedom came from submission to a tradition, the tradition of How To Play The Piano. If you have never learned to speak Spanish, you cannot suddenly start communicating freely with the person next to you on the bus in Guadalajara; but if you've studied and practiced, then you can express yourself. You are freed from the bonds of ignorance and enabled to do something that you never could before, because of your submission to How Spanish Is Supposed to Be Spoken.

In the same way, the liturgies of the Christian Church are a language which, if learned and submitted to, allow us to express ourselves in worship to God in the great communion of the saints. Where did we get the idea that "worship" can be whatever we want it to be? We can't just say anything we want and expect our seatmate on the Guadalajara bus to understand us, and we can't just bang on the piano a la John Cage and expect the audience to understand what we feel, and so we can't expect to do just any old thing in church and expect it to be meaningful. Liturgy is a language that has developed (in many dialects, certainly, but one language) in the Church over centuries and if we learn it, submit to What Worship Is, we participate in a language others have for centuries and still do speak and so we join with them in worship, and we can express ourselves with much more freedom than if we just bang on the keyboard.

Dearly beloved...

Sorry this is the best pic I have of the two of them...seems appropriate that it's with their youngest siblings! Karen and others have much better pics, but I didn't have my camera so handy at the wedding. So, more later.

It was a lovely and spectacular day. It was one of the most picturesque spots I can imagine for a wedding, overlooking a vineyard, and with the Sierras in the distance...topped off by a full moonrise over the vineyard later in the evening. Bride and groom were lovely, happy, and beaming. We are so happy and blessed to have such a sweet new daughter, the perfect wife for our son! It was amazing to watch our son take his solemn vows with this godly and lovely young woman...the baby girl/toddler/child/teen/woman that we have been praying for the last 20 years. God has answered exceedingly abundantly beyond all that we could have asked or desired.

A few more of my pictures:

Groom and Best Man with cigars..

all groomsmen with cigars

handsome group...but they made me cry...where did those little boys with guns go??

Josh and Dad

the rest of us

a big treat...our dear friends (and one set of Joshua's godparents) Kevin and Laura Nary (from our early married days) came from So. CA for the wedding...we had a great time visiting and catching up...haven't seen them in 7 years!! Their grown up kiddos Megan and David (our godson) came too!

Scots Wha Hae

To go along with our reading of The Scottish Chiefs, we're memorizing Robert Burn's "Battle of Bannockburn". Robert Bruce's speech in that poem is the Scottish National Anthem. You can listen to it here, bagpipes and all. You should see E & D recite and act this out on the tramp!

Should I Be Worried?

My 6 year old son’s response to the very sparse description of Laura & Almanzo’s wedding in These Happy Golden Years:

“Awwww, they didn’t even kiss!”

In Other News...

Okay, that last one wasn't really the last...

There's this big news...





















My oldest (by one minute) son Joshua proposed to his sweetheart, Abby, on the Golden Gate Bridge in SF, and...

...she said YES!!



They've only had eyes for each other since age 15...

...and we are thrilled!


:)