Thursday, November 23, 2006

holiday funnies.

Aw--I'm so embarrassed. I don't know what to say. I've never made love in Technicolor before!--Popeye, to whoever-that-girl-is... (after his face colors up in sundry shades of green, yellow, and brown...) in a silly version of "Aladdin and the Magical Lamp."









... some folks are so wise, they'll find you fifty reasons straight off, and all the while the real reason's winking at 'em in the corner and they niver see't. ...--Mr. Macey, in the midst of a lengthy narrative. from "Silas Marner," chapter 6.

Friday, November 17, 2006

This is just to let you know...

I played violin at the Sushi House tonight. ^_^

Their Friday-night pianist is my accompanist. She plays show-tunes, Chopin... I'd go to the Sushi House just to hear her play.

Papa and Mama took me out to dinner. We had bright conversation and a good time. I got to dress up a little, which was fun.

There was this beautiful family there that made me smile. Five little curly-headed Hispanic kids, all as sweet as sugar, and as happy as daisies, shepherded by two very happy parents: a woman with fine eyes and bright white hair, and a gentle man perhaps in his late fifties. They sat in a long line around the man at the wok, cheering at the tongues of fire leaping from his pan as they ate their rice with chopsticks.

It was hard not to just watch them all the time.

(two posts in one day--what an event!)

Hellenic woes

The Greeks called themselves Hellenes. The Romans invented the word "Greek." Which do you prefer?

My favorite paragraph of my textbook is quoted below. Take note especially of the final sentence:

A word bearing the acute upon the ultima is known as an oxytone, one with the acute upon the penult as a paroxytone, one with the acute upon the antepenult as a proparoxytone. One which bears the circumflex upon the ultima is called a perispomenon, one with the circumflex upon the penult is a properispomenon. These terms, though formidable, will save much laborious periphrasis.


"This paragraph is written purely for your amusement," Dr. E. assured us.

And yet, we still must learn it.

Accents were invented to help the barbaros learn the language. Original Greek had no accents, and it was strung together without spaces between words. I wish we could banish accents without banishing the spaces between words, but we can't. Such is the obstinacy of history.

Here are some English names derived from Greek:
(let me figure out the Greek keyboard here...
αβψδεφγηιξκλμνοπ;ρστθωςχυζ)

πετρα--rock (Peter)
ειρηνη--peace (Irene)
γεωργος--farmer (George)

I had them all in the same sentence this week.

ειρηνη γεωργον καν πετραις τρεφει καλως, πολεμος δε καν πεδιω κακως.

Peace deals kindly with a farmer, even among the rocks, while even in good fields, war treats him ill.

You'll admit, it doesn't translate well.

I googled "Write in Greek" and found the instructions on the Internet. :D Here's the link. These instructions work for any language. It's coolness.

Still, I haven't figured out how to put in the accents. That's a double entendre, dear readers. HOWEVER. Once I've read that abovequoted paragraph over and over, it shall enlighten my understanding, much like the Income Tax Act. And I'll never confuse my properispomenons and paroxytones ever again.

It doesn't have to be a tragedy, I guess.

Since this is a special edition post (it only comes out once a week) , I'm including a bonus, tacked-on because I've been considering it this week.

It's the catechism that John Calvin wrote on Sabbath-keeping. (catechism in its entirety is here.) I'm interested to hear if you have any conclusions to draw from this, any objections, or things to say:

Scholar. - Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: But the seventh is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maid-servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day, and hallowed it.

Master. - Does he order us to labour on six days, that we may rest on the seventh ?

Scholar. - Not absolutely; but allowing man six days for labour, he excepts the seventh, that it may be devoted to rest.

Master. - Does he interdict us from all kind of labour?

Scholar. - This commandment has a separate and peculiar reason. As the observance of rest is part of the old ceremonies, it was abolished by the advent of Christ.

Master. - Do you mean that this commandment properly refers to the Jews, and was therefore merely temporary?

Scholar. - I do, in as far as it is ceremonial.

Master. - What then? Is there any thing under it beyond ceremony?

Scholar. - It was given for three reasons.

Master. - State them to me.

Scholar. - To figure spiritual rest; for the preservation of ecclesiastical polity; and for the relief of slaves.

Master. - What do you mean by spiritual rest?

Scholar. - When we keep holiday from our own works, that God may perform his own works in us.

Master. - What, moreover, is the method of thus keeping holiday?

Scholar. - By crucifying our flesh,-that is, renouncing our own inclination, that we may be governed by the Spirit of God.

Master. - Is it sufficient to do so on the seventh day?

Scholar. - Nay, continually. After we have once begun, we must continue during the whole course of life.

Master. - Why, then, is a certain day appointed to figure it?

Scholar. - There is no necessity that the reality should agree with the figure in every respect, provided it be suitable in so far as is required for the purpose of figuring.

Master. - But why is the seventh day prescribed rather than any other day?

Scholar. - In Scripture the number seven implies perfection. It is, therefore, apt for denoting perpetuity. It, at the same time, indicates that this spiritual rest is only begun in this life, and will not be perfect until we depart from this world.

Master. - But what is meant when the Lord exhorts us to rest by his own example?

Scholar. - Having finished the creation of the world in six days, he dedicated the seventh to the contemplation of his works. The more strongly to stimulate us to this, he set before us his own example. For nothing is more desirable than to be formed after his image.

Master. - But ought meditation on the works of God to be continual, or is it sufficient that one day out of seven be devoted to it?

Scholar. - It becomes us to be daily exercised in it, but because of our weakness, one day is specially appointed. And this is the polity which I mentioned.

Master. - What order, then, is to be observed on that day?

Scholar. - That the people meet to hear the doctrine of Christ, to engage in public prayer, and make profession of their faith.

Master. - Now explain what you meant by saying that the Lord intended by this commandment to provide also for the relief of slaves.

Scholar. - That some relaxation might be given to those under the power of others. Nay, this, too, tends to maintain a common polity. For when one day is devoted to rest, every one accustoms himself to labour during the other days.

Master. - Let us now see how far this command has reference to us.

Scholar. - In regard to the ceremony, I hold that it was abolished, as the reality existed in Christ. (Col. ii. 17.)

Master. - How?

Scholar. - Because, by virtue of his death, our old man is crucified, and we are raised up to newness of life. (Rom. vi. 6.)

Master. - What of the commandment then remains for us?

Scholar. - Not to neglect the holy ordinances which contribute to the spiritual polity of the Church; especially to frequent sacred assemblies, to hear the word of God, to celebrate the sacraments, and engage in the regular prayers, as enjoined.

Master. - But does the figure give us nothing more?

Scholar. - Yes, indeed. We must give heed to the thing meant by it; namely, that being engrafted into the body of Christ, and made his members, we cease from our own works, and so resign ourselves to the government of God

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And here I close. Toodles!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Calculus, College Resolutions, Psalm

:D

After two full months of neglecting this dustbin,

I'm back.

With nothing much to say.

My title is of perfectly utilitarian nature. My deepest apologies, but ... so is my post.

God has been very good. I haven't been telling this to others as I should. I tend to be shy and shrug off the providences that others notice in my life, with little excuses to myself. I don't have time to explain... They don't care... and others of more heinous nature.

But even though I'm not vociferous about these things (I'm rarely ever vociferous about anything around here), it's still the absolute truth. God's grace is stamped all over this little world of mine. A small example follows.

The End of the Dread Calculus Exam:

Last Thursday, we had this calculus test. I felt very unprepared. For the past weeks and months, I'd struggled through the concepts, barely hanging on to their elementary principles... And now the day of reckoning was looming close.

Tuesday I spent practicing related rate problems, resolving that I would not leave it rest until I had correctly completed five of them. The task took me practically all morning.

The day before the exam, I learned everything else. Re-learned it, actually, and not very well at that.

I'd been praying all week, that even though I really didn't deserve a decent grade on this test, God might give me calmness, presence of mind, AND (if it would be His purpose) a good grade. (I'm perfectly convinced that my brain does math only by the mercy of God.)

Thursday morning, I calmly took the test. I'd forgotten a pencil (left it in my violin case, to be more precise), but the gal next to me had an extra. What providence!

Friday, the teacher hadn't graded them yet.

Monday morning, the teacher began class by saying that he wasn't going to hand out the tests yet. The class had, in general, gotten such atrocious scores on the exam that he was going to hand out extra problems on Wednesday that would bring up scores 10 points or so. Until he decided on the problems, he wouldn't hand out the graded exams. "I tried to write an easy test, guys," he said. I had sure seen his effort, recalling my pleasant surprise at the absence of some quite nasty trigonometric functions (what IS the derivative of sec(x)^2 anyways? AND WHO CARES?).

After class, kids crowded around the desk asking questions. "You can see me in office hours if you want to know your grade," he said.


"I'd really like to see my score," I said, knowing full well that I couldn't make his Monday office hour.

"I can tell you your score right now, Elizabeth--you got a 99%."

Well, I didn't believe him until this morning, when I got my paper back with A 100% scrawled across the top. I think he may have decided to deduct a point because I didn't show enough work on the last problem. I dunno.

Anyways. God is merciful.

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In other news, I've made a list of all the things I won't do in college:

~talk on cell phones loudly in public places
~text message
~get a facebook
~walk in any public place with an ipod or walkman
~use my bursar to buy food on campus
~stay up past 10:00 at night
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These are not religious convictions. They are merely observations of things that annoy me exceedingly. Facebook is the worst grade-killer and brain-washer known to mankind! especially to the current undisciplined race of mankind, of which I am a member...

Facebook follows no thread, requires no thought, contains no real conversation, but is merely a "Look at ME :D" spectacle. Kids gaze upon these things for hours on end, learning nothing, exercising their brains not one smidge, and wasting hours of time that they could spend actually in the presence of their friends. Or working to bring about world peace. Or, if all else fails, doing homework.
What a novel concept.

But facebook may confront me with its usefulness one of these days... as a means to declare God's glory... but only...

Psalm 73.

12 Behold, these are the ungodly,
Who are always at ease;
They increase in riches.

13 Surely I have cleansed my heart in vain,
And washed my hands in innocence.

14 For all day long I have been plagued,
And chastened every morning.

15 If I had said, “I will speak thus,”
Behold, I would have been untrue to the generation of Your children.

16 When I thought how to understand this,
It was too painful for me—

17 Until I went into the sanctuary of God;
Then I understood their end.

18 Surely You set them in slippery places;
You cast them down to destruction.

19 Oh, how they are brought to desolation, as in a moment!
They are utterly consumed with terrors.

20 As a dream when one awakes,
So, Lord, when You awake,
You shall despise their image.

21Thus my heart was grieved,
And I was vexed in my mind.

22 I was so foolish and ignorant;
I was like a beast before You.

23 Nevertheless I am continually with You;
You hold me by my right hand.

24 You will guide me with Your counsel,
And afterward receive me to glory.

25 Whom have I in heaven but You?
And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You.

26 My flesh and my heart fail;
But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

27 For indeed, those who are far from You shall perish;
You have destroyed all those who desert You for harlotry.

28 But it is good for me to draw near to God;
I have put my trust in the Lord GOD,
That I may declare all Your works.

Declare all His works!

It blows me away how God caters to our humanity by inspiring Scripture in so many artistic forms--poetry, parable, and proverb, didactic prose and history, written by the young and old, rich and poor. Yet His Word is singularly unified in its portrayal of Himself. It is unified in its recounting of His love for the church from creation to eternity.

Every day, I'm confronted by singularly offensive people who are very well-off, smart, popular, and (for all appearances) perfectly happy. People whom God blesses, it seems, despite the fact that their lifestyle angers Him immensely.

And then I'm confronted with my own situation.

Yet, in the presence of God, questions fade. He has given me eternal life, unmerited. By His grace alone I will be spared His eternal wrath. This is cause for reverence and fear. May I, as a member of Christ's bride, never desert Him for spiritual harlotry.

And may I declare all His wondrous works.
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