Happy Hobbit Day!
Happy Tolkien Week!
Happy Last Day of Summer!
(And as the Autumnal Equinox is tonight at 11:09,)
Happy First Day of Fall!
These are some of them.
to be continued…
I don’t usually spend a lot of time thinking about Hell. In fact, you could probably say that most of the time, I make a deliberate attempt not to think about it. But ever since I read this terrifying description of it in Lewis’ anthology of George MacDonald a few weeks ago, I’ve had a hard time making my brain avoid it.
I think I have seen from afar something of the final prison of all, the innermost cell of the debtor of the universe… It is the vast outside; the ghastly dark beyond the gates of the city of which God is the light–where evil dogs go ranging, silent as the dark, for there is no sound any more than sight. The time of signs is over. Every sense has (had) its signs, and they were all misused: there is no sense, no sign more–nothing now by means of which to believe. The man wakes from the final struggle of death, in absolute loneliness as in the most miserable moment of deserted childhood he never knew. Not a hint, not a shadow of anything outside his consciousness reaches him… Soon misery will beget on his imagination a thousand shapes of woe, which he will not be able to rule, direct, or even distinguish from real presences.
-George MacDonald 
Every once in a while, I come across a passage in a book that, while I’m certain the author didn’t intend for it to be, I find incredibly funny. Take for example this passage from Laddie by Gene Stratton Porter.
Sally wanted to take the broom and clean the parlour.
“It’s clean as a ribbon,” said mother.
“If you go in there, you’ll wake the baby,” said Lucy.
“Will it kill it if I do?” asked Sally.
“No, but it will make it cross as fire, so it will cry all the time Peter is here,” said Lucy.
“I’ll be surprised if it doesn’t scream every minute, anyway,” said Sally
“I hope it will,” said Lucy. “That will make Peter think a while before he comes so often.”
That made Sally so angry she couldn’t speak, so she went out and began killing chickens.
Ha! Sally, it would appear, has anger issues. 😀
I love how at Easter, we christians will sometimes greet one another by saying “He is risen”, to which the reply comes, “He is Risen indeed”. Sources that know (okay, wikipedia) tell me that this is known as the Paschal greeting. Well, yes, and I love it. I wonder why we don’t say it more often, though. I mean, it’s as true every other day of the year as it is on Easter. And not only is it true, but it’s a fundamentally true. It’s a Big Truth.
Oh well, maybe it’s a good thing that we have special words for special days.
Today was a special Day.
He is Risen.
So, just in case you were unaware, this has been a pretty great weekend. That Spring arrived on Saturday is undoubtedly the chief cause of this pretty greatness, but there were other things, too. Things like:
*events occurred on friday, and were great enough and close enough to the weekend to be included.
Okay, I admit it. I’ve never been very good at the making or keeping of New Year’s Resolutions. While I almost always have the best of intentions, one of three things usually happens:
A.) January 1st rolls around, and, being in the grip of my semiannual winter cold and convinced I won’t live to see the first bloom of Spring, I renounce the making of resolutions as a luxury reserved for those who don’t have one foot in the grave. By the time I recover, I’m so relieved that I’m not going to die that I forget all about resolutions.
B.) Having in the previous year come up with all manner of excellent resolutions for the betterment of myself and the world around me, and with every intention of implementing them first thing on New Year’s Day, I somehow manage to forget all about them and not recall them again until a week after Easter.
C.) Having neither forgotten nor been too sick to make them, I happily and with a profound sense of accomplishment set about implementing all of my brand new resolutions. This lasts until about March, when most, if not all, have been labeled “impractical” and are abandoned.
Given this less than impressive track record, one might think that I’d give up on this whole business of making New Year’s Resolutions, that I’d direct my energies in more fruitful directions. One would be wrong. 🙂
Maybe I’m just hard-headed (I could probably produce some witnesses to testify to that effect), but I prefer to think of myself as an optimist. Either way, here, for your consideration, are my New Year’s Resolutions for 2010:
Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are only 341 days left in this year, and as you can see, I have a lot to do.
p.s. I’m sure that there are some people who will say that January 24 is far too late to be writing a post about New Year’s Resolutions. I’ve decided that those people are mistaken. 😉
While I didn’t reach my goal of reading 50 books in 2009, it was, in terms of good books read, new authors discoverd, and time spent with old favorites, a banner year. The total comes to 28, including three audio books, listed here in more or less the order I read them.
Happy New Year, everybody!
(and Happy Reading!)