Saturday, November 30, 2002
Sunday, November 24, 2002
This is the story of the fouth wise man. His name was Artaban. He set out to follow the star and he took with him a sapphire, a ruby, and a pearl beyond price as gifts for the King. He was riding hard to meet his three friends, Caspar, Melchior, and Balthasar, at the agreed meeting place. The time was short; they would leave if he was late. Suddenly he saw a dim figure on the ground before him. It was a traveller stricken with fever. If he stayed to help he would be too late. He did stay: he helped and healed the man. But now he was alone. He needed camels and bearers to help him across the desert because he had missed his friends and their caravan. He had to sell his sapphire to get them because he had helped the man. and he was sad that the King would never have his gem. So he journeyed and in due time he came to Palestine and to Bethlehem, but again he was too late. Joseph and Mary and the baby had gone. Then there came the soldiers to carry our Herod's command that the children whoudl be slain. Artaban was lodging in a house where there was a little child he had come to love. The tramp of the soldiers was at the door; the weeping of stricken mothers could be heard. Artaban stood in the doorway, tall and dark. He had the ruby in his hand. When the captain came Artaban bribed him with his roby not to enter. The child was saved, the mother was overjoye; but the ruby was gone; and Artaban was sad for, as he thought, the King would never have his roby now. For years he wandered looking for the King. More than thirty years afterwards he came to Jerusalem. There was a crucifixion that day. And when Artaban heard of this Jesus who was being crucified He sounded woundrous like the King. He was going out fo Calvary. Maybe his pearls, the lovliest pearl in all the world could buy the life of the King. Down the street there came a girl fleeing from a band of soldiers. "My father is in debt, " she cried, "and they are taking me to sell me as a slave to pay the debt. Save me!" Artaban hesitated; then sadly he took out his pearl, gave it to the soldiers, bought the girl's freedom, and she was safe. Then on a sudden the skies were dark; there was an earthquake and a flying tile hit Artaban on the head. He sank half-conscious to the ground. The girl pillowed his head on her lap. Suddenly his lips began to move. "Not so, my Lord. For when saw I Thee anhungered and fed Thee? Or thirsty and gave Thee drink? When saw I Thee a stranger, and took Thee in? Or naked and clothed Thee? WHen saw I Thee sick in prison, and came unto Thee? Thirty and three years have I loked for Thee; but I have nver seen Thy face, nor ministered to Thee, my King." And then like a whiper from very far away, there came a low and sweet voice. "Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as thou hast done unto the least of these my brethren, thou hast done it unto me." And Artaban smiled in death because he knew that the King had received his Gifts.
Saturday, November 23, 2002
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Monday, November 18, 2002
Sunday, November 17, 2002
Jason, our youngest, has two goals in life. One is to have fun, and the other is to rest. He does both quite well. So I shouldn't have been surprised by what happened when I sent him to school on fall day. As Jason headed off for the bus, I imediately busied myself preparing for a full day. The knock on the door was a surpise and disruptive to my morning rhythm, which is not something I have a lot of. I flew to the door, jerked it open, only to find myself looking at Jason.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "I've quit school," he boldly announced. "Quit school?" I repeated in dispelief and at a decibel too high for human ears. "Why have you quit school?" Without hesitation he proclaimed, "It's too long, it's too hard, and its too boring!"
"Jason," I instantly retorted, "you have just described life. Get on the bus!"
Well, I cannot tell you how many times the Lord has had to echo the counsel back to me - times when I've questioned, "Lord, You say You never give us more than we can bear. You must not be looking. This is hard, very hard! And by the way, Lord, it's been lasting a l-o-o-o-o-o-o-ng time. And if you want to know the truth, it's getting bo-ring!"
About that time, in the recesses of my mind, I hear the refrain, "It's life; get on the bus!"
Saturday, November 16, 2002
Thursday, November 14, 2002
1. A Wrinkle in Time -- Madeline L'Engle
2. Peter Pan -- J.M. Barry
3. Wolf by the Ears -- Ann Rinaldi
4.Daddy Long Legs -- Jean Webster
5.Saddle Club Book #14 (for my sister)
6.Matilda -- Roald Dahl
7. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle -- Betty MacDonald
8. Hello, Mrs. Piggle-WIggle -- Betty MacDonald
9 The bells of Heaven, the story of Joan of Arc -- Bick
10. Something More -- Catherine Marshall
11. Adventures in Prayer -- Catherine Marshall
12. To live again -- Catherine Marshall
13. The Helper -- Catherine Marshall
14. Beyond Ourselves -- Catherine Marshall
15. God Uses Cracked Pots/ Normal is just a setting on your dryer/Under his wings -- Patsy Clairmont
16. Navpress bible study on 1,2,3 John
17. Navpress study on Colossians and Philemon
18.Navpress study on Proverbs
19. Navpress study on Joshua
20. Emily Post's book on Etiquette
21. Is there life after Housecleaning -- Don Aslett (hoping to be inspired)
22. Commentary on the Gospel of Matthew
23,24., Commentary on the Gospel of Mark 1&2
25. Commentary on the Gospel of Luke
26,27., Commentary on the Gospel of John 1&2
28. Do-it-yourself needlepoint
29. Making Sunday Special -- Karen Mains
30. A Present Day Challenge to Prayer -- copyright 1922
31. Kept for the Masters Use -- Havergal, copyright 1908
32. Jubilate Deo -- Hymnbook copyright 1900
So that's it -- that's all. Now I just need to go find room on my shelves for them all
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Monday, November 11, 2002
Friday, November 08, 2002
I wrote my term paper, handed it in on time and everything, It's official title: Claudio Monteverdi: Il ritorno d'Ulisse in Patria. What was it really about? Not so sure anymore. It was a case of -- I checked out all of my resources weeks ago, and they proceeded to sit around my apartment so that I felt like I was actually doing something. Wednesday I finally went and checked out some scores (ie: printed copies of music for the full opera), recordings and videos -- in the hopes that they would help narrow the topic down. Thursday: my class is cancelled, which leaves all day to write paper. Time spent watching video - 2 hours. Time spent putting clever little post it notes all over book to use as quotes: 3 hours. Time I actually started working on the research project now due in less than 24 hours? 9:00pm. Procrastination works for me. At 1:00am I decided that I was too tired to type anymore, and that I just needed to lay down for a sec....which turned into about 7 hours. Amazingly I spent the whole night curled up on my couch -- which for those of you who know my couch, not such an easy proposition. So I woke up, skipped a class and finished my term paper at 12:35 -- jumped in the shower while it was printing, and got it to class on time....yay me. Now I can have my weekend. I'm glad that's over. Now all I have to do is get ready for finals...ooh and study for one more blasted italian vocabulary quiz.....
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Sunday, November 03, 2002
Friday, November 01, 2002
TGIF! Which means tomorrow I get to sleep in....no wait, King's Club at Mission Waco. But then I get to come home and ..... write a research paper! But sunday I can .... get up and go to church, study for a Political Science test, Go to youth group and then.......in all my free time between 8 and 12 I can....write a research paper! Wow -- my weekend is suddenly very depressing. I was really looking forward to it..ah well