January Lit List

I remember my mother saying that February wasn’t good for anything except reading a book. I’ve adopted that same philosophy, but expanded it to include January and March. Gloomy winter days and cold dark nights are especially conducive to knocking titles off my To Be Read list and moving them to my Books Read notebook.

I’ve been listing books since 2004. There are enough pages in my notebook to keep recording titles until 2059. I’ll be 100 years old. I like to plan ahead.

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2017 has gotten off to a brisk start. Here’s what has been on the bookshelf in January:

  • The Magnolia Story by Chip and Joanna Gains — their love story and their rise to fame. They have somehow stayed humble and appreciative. Inspiring.
  • Nathan Coulter by Wendell Berry — the first of Berry’s “Port Williams” series of stories. Wendell didn’t know it would turn into a series when he wrote this. I’m glad he kept going.
  • Watch For the Light: Readings for Advent — this compilation of readings continued into January. It was nice to extend Christmas through Epiphany.
  • Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte — somehow I made it through sixteen years of education without reading this book. I listened to the free audio version by LibriVox, complete with Elizabeth Klett’s English accent.
  • The Art of Slow Writing by Louise De Salvo — I’m a slow writer. Now I know it’s an art.
  • The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows — purely for fun. So delightful. I wanna go to Guernsey.
  • Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry — my heart just swelled typing this title. Oh Wendell. I wish you could come over for dinner and talk about Troy and Mattie and Burley. And, of course, Jayber.

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Happy winter reading!

How Many Tears?

When I was little, I heard tales about my older cousins that I’m not sure are verifiable, but they made memorable stories. As I am the youngest in that generation, there’s a possibility that by the time the recounting got to me, there was a bit of embellishment.

One such story was that when my cousin cried and refused to be consoled, my aunt would place a potted plant before her and say, “If you’re not going to stop crying you might as well put those tears to good use and water the plants.” My aunt didn’t believe in wasting tears.

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I cry at weddings.

I cry when saying goodbye to loved ones.

I cry during Hallmark commercials.

I rarely cry over my sins.

Rarely, meaning, I can’t remember the last time I wet my cheek with penitent tears.

“….and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears.” Luke 7:38

How many tears did it take to wash His feet?

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Little confession of little sin results in little love.

“He who is forgiven little, loves little.” Luke 7:47

Who weeps over their own sin anymore?

Is it any wonder that love falters in our world?

Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way.

Search me and try me, Savior today.

Wash me just now, Lord, wash me just now,

As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

10 Things I Learned in January

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1. Sitting in the back pew changes everything. On the first day of 2017, I didn’t have any responsibilities in the worship service, so I sat in the third row from the back instead of my usual third row from the front. I could barely see PB from back there. He couldn’t find me in the crowd. I think it knocked the whole congregation off-kilter.

2. I was the lucky recipient of a month’s worth of free bagels from Panera. One free bagel every day in January! Except Panera is 9.2 miles away and it costs $1.64 in gas to drive there and if I bring PB along, I end up spending another $5. I begged them to give me 31 bagels and be done with it, but that’s not what the marketers had in mind. Plus, 31 cinnamon crunch bagels with honey walnut cream cheese = 15,810 calories. I settled for five free bagels. (You do the math.)

3. Quote of the month: “A good journey begins with knowing where you are and being willing to go somewhere else.” (Richard Rohr) 

4. Going to the movies on a Tuesday is a cheap date in Madison. We went to see La La Land and happened upon “$5 Tuesdays” and free popcorn for signing up to be a member (at no cost). It made me want to tap dance down the theater aisle.

5. This year’s Bible Reading Plan is forcing me to slow way down and squeeze out every morsel. Two verses a day makes for a fun treasure hunt.

6. It’s not a good idea to watch two TV series at the same time. Especially when the same actor is in both shows. Rufus Sewell is messing with me. He’s a good guy in one show and a bad guy in the other. I keep getting his roles mixed up and I’m confused as to why a cruel Nazi commander is in 1830’s England and why a kind, Victorian gentleman shows up in 1962 post war America. Like I said, it’s confusing.

7. Once upon a time, my son was the lead screamer in a screaming rock band. Today, he can sing every song from every Disney princess movie, acting out scenes with his very own 3 year old princess. Flynn Rider has nothin’ on a real live Prince Daddy.

8. Sometimes The Message version nails it. John the Baptist’s statement, “He must become greater, I must become less” is powerful. But Eugene Peterson’s paraphrase paints a picture: “This is the assigned moment for Him to move into the center, while I slip off to the sidelines.” I’ve noticed lately that there’s lots of room on the sidelines.

9. Wintry weather has wreaked havoc on Wednesday nights. We’ve had to cancel church events twice this month. However, PB had a funeral on the day of a snowstorm. And babies were born regardless of the weather. So I guess it’s safe to say that birth and death aren’t called off for inclement weather.

10. Way back when we had four little faces sitting around our homeschooling table, we started the day off with prayer. We prayed for our family, friends, and leaders. We prayed for our state and federal representatives, our governor and our president. We prayed for Ronald Reagan, George H. W. Bush, and Bill Clinton. Then there were no more little faces around the table. But I continued to pray for George W. Bush and Barack Obama. I didn’t vote for all of these presidents, but I prayed for each one. I’m not gonna stop now. In fact, I may even pick it up a bit. May God shed His grace on us.

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Through the Roof

This is my church.

I love this place.

I love it when it is full of people.

I love it when I’m there all alone.

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I think everyone should sit in an empty sanctuary once in a while.

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This is the view from my pew. Third row from the front, right side.

There was a bit of a mishap a couple of weeks ago when the Christmas decorations were being taken down and put away.

Do you see it?

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Let me zoom in a little more for you.

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Steve, who obviously is not afraid of heights, was up on top of the canopy pulling the garland and big wreath over the ledge to store until next Christmas, when his foot went through the roof. I’m happy to report that Steve is okay.

That perforation in the plaster has become very dear to me this week. I have been reading about the four men who brought their paralyzed friend to Jesus on a stretcher (Luke 5:17-26). They couldn’t get through the front door because of the crowd, so they hauled their friend up onto the roof, dug a hole through the tiles and lowered the stretcher right in front of Jesus.

This raises several questions:

  • What did Jesus think when His teaching was interrupted with debris falling from the ceiling?
  • Who swept up the dust and fixed the gaping hole?
  • How did the owner of the house feel about the new skylight?

Some better questions:

  • As one of the four friends, would I have had the persistence to climb up on somebody’s roof and bust out a hole?  Or would I have said, “Sorry, buddy, it’s too crowded. We’ll have to come back another time”?
  • As the paralytic on the stretcher, would I have put myself in the hands of four of my friends and let them carry out this cockamamie scheme?
  • As the owner of the house, would I have been so upset about the hole in my roof that I would have missed the miracle?

Some even better questions:

  • Do I know anyone paralyzed by fear or sorrow or guilt who needs to be carried to The Healer?
  • Do I have enough faith to go to unusual lengths (or heights) for the sake of a lost friend?
  • Would I break through a wall to get somebody to Jesus?

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I hope the trustees don’t fix that hole anytime soon.

From the third pew on the right, it is a beautiful reminder that sometimes,

faith goes through the roof.

Can You Hear Me Now?

This morning I climbed a mountain and was enveloped by a cloud and a voice spoke from the cloud.

Not really.

But kind of.

This morning I climbed out of bed and opened up my Bible and words jumped off the page.

Really.

“This is my Son…. Listen to Him.” Matthew 17:5

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The cloud and the voice interrupted Peter, who was talking without knowing what he was saying. Poor Peter. He was trying to do the right thing but said the wrong thing and finally figured out the best thing — he stopped talking and fell facedown to the ground.

My word for January has been listen. How kind of God to cut in before the month is over and remind me to whom I should be listening.

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With so many voices, how can I possibly hear the still small voice of God among the clamor? This four step plan for listening to Him poured out of my pencil and into my journal this morning.

  • Read Good News before being exposed to any other news. No checking the newsfeed until I’ve had time to feed on the Word of Truth. “Your word is truth.” John 17:17
  • Pray before posting anything and hit delete if there are any qualms. “Post a guard at my mouth, God, set a watch at the door of my lips.” Psalm 141:3
  • Spend time on my knees before standing up for my rights. “Do what is right, love mercy and walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8
  • Decide beforehand to agree with God, even when He disagrees with me. “But Lord, not what I want. What do You want?” Luke 22:42

Can I hear Him now?

“Listen to Him” recorded by Acapella way back in the 1990s.

Comfort

We call our favorite cozy blankets “comforters”.

We call home-style food that brings thoughts of childhood “comfort food”.

During Advent we sing about “tidings of comfort and joy.”

God knows it’s hard to be us.

He told Isaiah to write it down:

“Comfort, comfort My people.” Isaiah 40:1

He doesn’t repeat words unless He’s trying to drive it home.

People need to hear tender words of comfort.

“Speak tenderly… tell them their sin has been paid for.”

“Shout it out and say, ‘Your God is here!'”

God knows it’s hard to be us.

So He sent the Holy Spirit, with the nickname “The Comforter”.

Unlike a blanket that wears out, and unlike the fleeting satisfaction of a favorite meal, this Comforter settles our spirits and reassures our doubts from the inside.

Who needs a tender word today?

“God does not comfort us to make us comfortable, but to make us comforters.”

Dr. John Henry Jowett

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Ice Capades

PB loves an adventure and he can be very entertaining. So when he suggested taking a little ride this morning, just to see how bad the roads really were, I couldn’t refuse.

We had quite the ice capade.

Capade: an exhibition or event, usually for entertainment. An adventure.

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We slid down the driveway without needing to put the car in reverse.

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We went sideways down the street.

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We turned into the church parking lot and kept turning and turning.

And turning.

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We took a spin right by the stop sign.

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It was an eventful way to start the day.

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No more ice capades for me.

 

Chocolate Temptation

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I can walk away from this pretty box of chocolates.

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See these “Temptations”? They don’t entice me in the least.

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Get behind me, Temptations. You’ve got no hold on me.

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Chocolate Temptation is just down the road, but I couldn’t care less.

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Ha! Double chocolate cheesecake with a chocolate brownie crust and dark chocolate glaze with chocolate sprinkles, you make me sick.

Literally.

Chocolate makes me sick.

I pick out the mini chips in chocolate chip cookies.

I scrape off the chocolate topping on Rice Krispie Scotcheroos.

I chip away at the coating on Butterfingers.

I’m a bastion of strength when faced with an ooey-gooey molten lava cake.

I can turn down that hot fudge sundae or that creamy cup of hot cocoa without blinking an eye.

It’s easy for me to resist chocolate. That’s not real temptation.

The devil came at Jesus with a series of temptations in Luke 4. In order for them to be real temptations, they must have been things that looked enticing to Jesus —

  • A loaf of bread after going forty days without food.
  • An opportunity to reign as King by taking the easy way out and side-stepping the suffering of the cross.
  • A chance to show off God’s miraculous power to the mocking voice.

Instead, Jesus refused to flaunt His Divine authority to satisfy a craving.

He chose the hard way of the cross because it was the Father’s way.

He didn’t test God by recklessly demanding proof of His love and care.

Jesus started His ministry by facing down evil and saying, “Not your will, Satan, but God’s be done.”

“This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses since he had the same temptations we do, though he never once gave way to them and sinned.” Hebrews 4:15 

Favorites

dsc_0032These are my favorites.

Every single one of them.

dsc_0067The reds are my favorite.

dsc_0068The greens are my favorite, too.

dsc_0055The boys are my favorites.

dsc_0066And the girls are my favorites.

Romans 2:11 says, “For God does not show favoritism.” 

I get it.

We are all His favorites.

Losing Jesus

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When PB was about 10 years old, his family took a trip out west with some friends. Three carloads with five adults and seven kids set out to see the sights of the wild west. To keep boredom and mayhem to a minimum, they let the kids switch cars at every pit stop. The caravan pulled into Cody, Wyoming for some car repairs and then loaded up everybody and hit the road. At least, they thought they had everybody. Poor little PB looked down the street and saw his parent’s Vista Cruiser leaving without him. He ran down the road, chasing after them, crying and waving his arms. Good thing his dad happened to look in the rearview mirror. They had wrongly assumed their youngest son was in one of the other vehicles. Their traveling companions thought the little guy was in his parent’s car.

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I’m so glad they didn’t leave PB there in Cody, Wyoming.

I might never have found him.

I’ve lost keys, engagement rings and concert tickets, but as a parent of four, I never left town without a kid. I do have a foggy memory of having a store manager get on the public address system and announce, “If there is a Katie Overlien in the store, please come to the registers. Your mother is waiting.”

It happens to the best of us.

It happened to Mary and Joseph.

They were on their 70 mile return trip from celebrating Passover in Jerusalem, when Mary said to Joseph, “I thought he was with you” and Joseph said to Mary, “I thought he was with you.” What a terrible feeling for a parent to realize their child is missing. And this boy wasn’t just any kid. He was God’s Son. They had lost God’s Son. How would they explain this to God?

“Thank you for sending Your Son to save the world from sin. Sorry, but we lost him.”

Talk about parental guilt.

This story has a happy ending. After three sleepless nights, Mary and Joseph found their boy, talking theology with the priests in the temple. Of course.

Author Lauren Winner writes, “I have great sympathy for Joseph and Mary. I lose Jesus all the time.” Me too.

I lose Jesus when I’m so set on my agenda that I go for days before noticing I’m miles down the road and I’ve left Him in my dust.

I lose Jesus when I’m caught up in the crowd, sure He must be there somewhere. Probably. Maybe. I guess I’d better check.

I lose Jesus when I look in all the wrong places for what only He can give and then finally find Him in worship. Of course.

I lose Jesus when anxiety throbs, worry festers and sleepless nights keep me from trusting that He is about His Father’s business, even if I don’t understand.

The fact is, Jesus is never the lost one.

I am.

“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost” Luke 19:10

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