Thursday, July 28, 2005

A picture and a Russian history lesson to be continued.

Because I'm leaving for church camp in less than 24 hours, I feel obligated to post something up here. Unfortunately for me, I've nothing to say. Itaque...


Here's a picture of Lake Michigan at sunset. 'Twas beautiful.






















I started reading The File on the Tsar by Tom Mangold and some other guy. It was published in the '70s, and I'm not sure how **accurate** it is any more. But here's what I've recalled (or actually learned) so far:

~Nicholas II's grandfather, Alexander I, was assasinated by the Underground in St. Petersburg in 18-?, after a lifetime of reform attempts. He died from severe mutilation due to a hand-grenade thrown in his path.

~Nicholas II's father, Alexander II, enforced a strict no-mercy policy, hunting out Underground with secret police, and publicly executing traitors. During his reign, the frivolity of the court (like that of France) grew to excessive proportions, and the peasants got madder and madder. One of the men Alexander executed was the brother of Lenin, who later became leader of the Bolsheviks.

~A month after Alexander II's death, Nicholas married. His wife, Alexandra of Hesse, was NOT approved by his father, which is why he had to wait so long. He was twenty-six when he became tsar. His wife made most of his decisions for him, and so though he was a good guy, his gullibility became his downfall. Alexandra was an excitable, irritable, and gullible creature, herself, and had this favorite peasant advisor, Rasputin, who supposedly had some psychic powers or something. In fact, at the Ipatiev house, one of the guards observed this--Alexandra behaved like a stereotypical royal, but Nicholas was a nice, quiet family man. Let this be a lesson to overbearing women such as myself!

The royal family (as everyone knows) was exiled to three different places before their termination: Tsarskoe Selo (I have a picture of a chapel there, in my archives somewhere. It's a palace near Petersburg that was built by Catherine the Great), the governor's mansion in Tobolsk, Siberia, and then the Ipatiev House in Ekaterinburg. The Ipatiev house was the rough equivalent to prison. Machine guns, privacy fences, and guards everywhere. No one was allowed in, no one allowed out.

According to traditional history, the whole family was lined up against the wall in a basement room, and shot to death by a detachment of guards on July 16, 1918.

However, these authors question that tradition. Apparently, it's quite possible that the tsar and his heir were killed at Ipatiev, but the rest of the family hastily evacuated to Perm (and beyond?) as the White Russian/Czech army approached Ekaterinburg on that very day. And I haven't read far enough to hear all the why's and wherefore's, but it has some basis in the crime scene and the police records. The rest of the family was terminated later on, of course, so why they're stressing this point so much is beyond me.

I wouldn't know how much of this is credible any more, but it's an interesting read so far.

Monday, July 25, 2005

WATER!

I love the Biblical symbolism of water.
Ever thought about it?

The words of a man’s mouth are deep waters; The wellspring of wisdom is a flowing brook. (Prov. 18)

Peter, focusing his eyes on Jesus, walked on water.

God parted the depths of the waters so the Israelites could walk through.

God spared Noah from water, symbolizing baptism. (I Peter 3)
Baptism is the washing of water (symbolizing sanctification).

Psalm 66--we have gone through fire and water by Your doing.

Is. 43:When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.

and Psalm 46: There is a river whose streams make glad the City of God.


Water coupled with blood brings out even more.
See I John 5:6, the witnesses of God on the earth: Spirit, water and blood.

Old Testament sacrificial law (Hebrews 9)

the certificate of Jesus' death

The plagues on the Egyptians (water turned to blood) vs. the Passover (the blood cleansing, as water)and the judgement of the nations in Revelation chapters 11 and 16

Friday, July 22, 2005

Oh and by the way...

we're back from vacation with--you'll love this Mari--50+ lbs. of blueberries. Yum.

For my birthday, Papa took me to Baker House used and new bookstore up in Grand Rapids and we found some cool stuff. One book, which I read on the way home (a 13-hr drive) was God's Passion for His Glory by John Piper, about Jonathan Edwards. GREAT BOOK. It had a short biography of Edwards, a summary study of his greatest works, a Why This Is So Relevant Today essay, and a character sketch, along with the complete text of The End for Which God Created the World, by the man himself.

The "only" other things we bought there were: complete set of Matthew Henry commentaries, A 3-volume set of Schaff's complete History of the Christian Church (I should have had this one before WHII class, but oh well. :P), Vine's Expository Dictionary of New Testament Words.

And that's it. I'm totally excited about all of them, but Pervinca was NOT impressed. (You went to the greatest Christian bookstore ever, and brought home TEXTBOOKS??) Oh, well. O_O

Our visit up at the camphouse was wonderful. The first night I drifted to sleep, still feeling like I was on the waves. We had a smashing storm one day, where the lake looked like a giant dark green gemstone, and we frantically closed windows with rain and whirlwind swirling around us...

Pervinca took lots of pictures. But none of the storm.

Nickel Creek's music video, When in Rome, is up on Launch, if you happen to have an account. But I'll warn you. It's excessively bizarre.

I just got my first email from Mrs. Howat about Rhetoric textbooks, and am now officially EXCITED!!!

About school, that is.

One last note. I love Fernando Ortega music. See, Mama played it a lot when I was really young, and I got into that sophisticated phase where I didn't like it because it was a guy singing and it was boring and so forth... but then I grew into a more mature teenager (oxymoron?), and suddenly I like it again. Especially the hymns and folk songs. He has a musical sensitivity suited to that stuff, his technique is well masked but there. . .

Mama says OFF. Good for Mama, and good-night.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Why am I online on a Sabbath?

The answer is very simple. It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm too tired to lie down (if that makes any sense). The whole family went out for a Bible study this evening, I have been left home with a sick and pitiful Pearl (aka The Sleeping Beauty). So I'm practically all by myself in a big house with no one to talk to and nothing to say to anyone (to quote Yenta from Fiddler on the Roof).

However, because I'm so tired, I can't HELP but say something (isn't that the way it goes?).

Proverbs 3:
13Happy is the man who finds wisdom,
And the man who gains understanding;
14For her proceeds are better than the profits of silver,
And her gain than fine gold.
15She is more precious than rubies,
And all the things you may desire cannot compare with her.
16Length of days is in her right hand,
In her left hand riches and honor.
17Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
18She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her,
And happy are all who retain her.
19The LORD by wisdom founded the earth;
By understanding He established the heavens;
20By His knowledge the depths were broken up,
And clouds drop down the dew.
21My son, let them not depart from your eyes--
Keep sound wisdom and discretion;
22So they will be life to your soul
And grace to your neck.


I Corinthians 1:
20Where is the wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the disputer of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?
21For since, in the wisdom of God, the world through wisdom did not know God, it pleased God through the foolishness of the message preached to save those who believe.
22For Jews request a sign, and Greeks seek after wisdom;
23but we preach Christ crucified,
24to the Jews a stumbling block and to the Greeks foolishness,but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God.
25Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.



Now. I hope you didn't just scan down, because these were Bible verses and therefore Old Hat. o_O

This is one of those wonderful Old-New connections of the Bible. We preach Christ (the wisdom of God), and the fear of the Lord (the beginning of wisdom). Read this passage of Proverbs with "Christ" substituted for "wisdom." It actually makes an incredible amount of sense, because Christ is the wisdom of God, and the wisdom of God is what Solomon discusses in Proverbs.

Cool, huh?

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Misc and very fast.

The MadScientists have their "WHICH MOVIE SIDEKICK ARE YOU?" published on the Internet, up and working complete with pictures. HERE is the link.

We went to the YMCA tonight and swam.

Pearl, Pimpernel and I were at the infamous beef cooking class again today. I taught, and it was definitely more fun than being a student... My group consisted of three ten-year-old boys and two African-American siblings that looked about middle-school age. No more on that will appear anywhere ever again, I don't think, though it was definitely an eventful experience.

I love Bach.

Good-night.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

What to do first?

So, I haven't posted in forever.

I still have plenty of things I SHOULD write. They're sitting here in my journal, and I'll post them with their respective dates, below, as I have time.

Which first?
~Biblical word study on the Tree of Life.
~autobiographical sketch: On The Way Home Last Night.
~an (un)original translation of Proverbs 1:1-7, from the Latin Vulgate.
~and, perhaps, a review of the Shyamalan movie Sixth Sense (and why I wouldn't recommend it, ever, to anyone, no matter what : P).

Monday, July 04, 2005

On the way home... (at about 8:30 PM)

Mama's red straw hat sits perched on the dashboard. Through the van's speckled windshield runs the road: a two-laner, blacktop with a dotted yellow stripe. It slides away to a quick rhythm, the yellow dashes disappearing one by one. Soft conversation, laughter from the back seat, punctuates the continuous rattling of our car's interior.

Behind us the sun sank into thick clouds, leaving a rim of faded pink circling the horizon, giving way to similarly faded blue-grey and lavendar clouds.

Samwise sits next to me in the front row, knitting sedately on a long straggly product fished from the depths of my handbag. I scribble in my messy-book. Behind us, Mari and Vinca flash the camera every couple seconds, posing and taking turns with the sunglasses, bursting into fits of giggles. The excuse? They're bored. And oh, yes: they're Dorks.

The yellow stripes keep up their monotonous tick, complementing the color of that red straw hat. Mama searches the radio stations for some music.

I look around, and see mostly tilled RED dirt fields. Occasionally there's a muddy creek, a little cemetery, or a wee farm-town. The filling stations and dilapidated fences punctuate the roll of the terrain: hill upon hill, each forming a line and horizon all to itself. The valleys are shallow, covered by the same brushy green grass, cedar trees, and silence of the hills.

And the sky dulls to a cloudy gray.

Now I'm smelling peppermints and jelly-beans. A discussion of Toby Kieth ensues between my three fellow travelers, and a familiarly quiet song plays on the radio. The road bends and turns toward home.

We're almost there. Lit billboards and a filling station at the intersection mark our road, while out in a familiar cow pasture surrounded by a white pipe fence, a man in a pick-up shoots bottle-rockets.

The four-lane highway has a white line, and the red blinky lights of fellow-drivers glow out ahead. Radio towers blink in the dark sky, the trees close in around us, the road bends and bends again.

Vinca and Mari hang their heads over the back of our bench to hear the music, and I turn around. Behind us the sky glows orange. Strings and mandolin rise and fall together; the night falls.

City lights, bridges, billboards. We're taking the friends home first.

And so, good-night.

Post-Scriptum: We saw the fireworks over the lake on our long way home, and turned on the classical station shortly thereafter, hearing all those pieces one expects to hear: Handel's music for the royal fireworks, Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture. When we got home, we heard some traditional American hymns sung by the Anonymous Four (Fric asked if they were angels! LOL!), and THEN Copeland's Appalachian Spring conducted by Leonard Bernstein and played by the Los Angelos Symphony. After that it was very late and we turned off the radio. :P

Friday, July 01, 2005

My first adventure with Jerome and co.

Parabolae Salomonis filii David regis Israhel

ad sciendam sapientiam et disciplinam

ad intellegenda verba prudentiae

et suscipiendam eruditionem doctrinae

iustitiam et iudicium et aequitatem
ut detur parvulis astutia adulescenti scientia et intellectus

audiens sapiens sapientior erit et intellegens
gubernacula possidebit

animadvertet parabolam et interpretationem

verba sapientium et enigmata eorum

timor Domini principium scientiae sapientiam
atque doctrinam stulti dispiciunt

Now. Without looking at your Bibles... you can all attempt to translate this. Even if you don't know Latin, it's pretty easy to figure out, especially the last verse.

I thought of publishing my own translation.
Maybe I'll do that later, but it's more fun this way. >_>

Until recently, I didn't know "Homo Sapiens" meant "Wise Human Being"...

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