Amberlee’s Prayer tonight…

Picking up midstream…

… and um, thank you for Jesus, dyin on the cross, because Jacob doesn’t want me in his room, and because I don’t want him in my room, because I love my piggy bank.  And thank you for Jacob, and for Mommy & Daddy, and Molly and Kate (friends), and Nanna and Pap, and thank you for doughnuts, and for Santa Claus by my sheet (next to her bed), in Jesus name, Amee-un.

Praise God for the innocent heart of a child. 

Reminiscing

Tonight, Elizabeth and I took a much needed break from working our house over… finally getting settled in to our first house we’ve been blessed to own.  In moving stuff around, I found 2 videotapes that have been hiding for several years. 

One of the videos was of Jacob when he was about a Year old.  We had taken him to the Zoo in Memphis (a GREAT one!!), and he was such a chatterbox!  He was talking to the monkeys, the tigers, flamingos, and all the while that crazy fuzzy velcro hair of his sticking up everywhere!  He has always been a Mama’s boy, but there were several times he clearly wanted to come to Daddy.  But Daddy was so busy filming everything else that he didn’t get a chance to love on him until near the end of the Zoo trip.

There was a time after Jacob had come to Daddy on the video when my Dad – Pap – was looking down at the Rhinocerous in the mud – and Pap started smacking the rail at the lookout spot.  My Mom – Nanna – was standing between Dad and Jacob’s view.  Jacob was looking around every which way to see what Pap was doing.  It wasn’t but a few seconds before Pap smacked the rail again (to try and disturb the Rhino’s slumber) when Jacob puts his little hand down and pats the rail himself!  It was much more of a pat than a smack coming from the one-year-old.

I was amazed that this little guy is exactly the same now – at the age of 7 – as he was 6 years ago.  He loves mimicing his Daddy, his Pap, his Mama, and whomever he admires; he loves playing, throwing stuff, teasing you into tickling him more, and more, and more!  

Why don’t we mimic our Master like Jacob did Pap?  Why don’t we still long to please him?  To make him proud?  Is there ever a time when we maintain our pure-hearted diligence to please and obey him as we did when we first obeyed the Lord? 

There are a whole lot more things I got out of watching the video… most of which were sentimental warm feelings.  After all, this is a baby boy that was so unbelievably sweet and happy, and we were blessed with him by God.  And then… Amberlee asked, “can we watch me as a baby, Daddy?”  So we cruised back in time only 3-4 years to watch our little girl.

Praise God for his love and blessings!  I pray that he will guide me into holiness in the same tender way he did when I first became a father, and was so concerned about being a perfect example for my son.  And most of all, I pray that I will try to mimic the every move of my Savior, and with child-like enthusiasm to obey and serve.

Amazing Review for the Golden Compass – by a 14 y/o

(Another reason I’m thrilled that we’re home-schooling Jacob!)
-Drew 

THE GOLDEN COMPASS


The internet is buzzing with emails about a forthcoming movie starring Nicole Kidman based on The Golden Compass by British author Philip Pullman. After doing some independent research for a possible gracEmail review, I discovered that my friend Sam Snyder, age 14, not only had read the entire trilogy of which The Golden Compass is the first book but also had written a review. The third son of my long-time friends Eddie and Leah Snyder, Sam is home-schooled, well-read and insightful. I have great confidence in Sam’s analytical skills and judgment, a confidence confirmed by long conversations the two of us enjoy from time to time over Saturday morning breakfast at a nearby restaurant.
* * *The Golden Compass (His Dark Materials trilogy)
by Sam Snyder

His Dark Materials was written by Philip Pullman, a fairly aggressive atheist who portrays his views in his books, in which God as a supreme being not only doesn’t exist, he’s marketed as the bad guy. What a paradox. In Pullman’s universe, God was simply the first being (an angel) to appear after a pseudo-Big Bang. He convinced the angels who formed after him (I use the lowercase to note that in Pullman’s world, he isn’t really God) that he was their creator, and they should bow to him. He soon removed himself from the universe, preferring to let another govern — a man who became an angel.

If you ask me, this is a lot like the Christian view of Satan (or the Wizard of Oz, if you prefer a more benign character). Satan was the highest angel in Heaven, before he persuaded other angels to rebel with him. Every falsehood has some grain of truth in it, and this is one in Pullman’s. The main difference is that Pullman’s version is an idealized one in which humans are the highest, the most powerful, not supernatural beings. (A note: contrary to the rumors flying across the Internet, the characters in this series do not kill the individual styling himself God. He dies of old age in their arms, possibly a metaphor for Pullman’s own loss of faith. Pullman did say “My books are about killing God,” which may be where the misconception originated.)

Pullman doesn’t completely deny the existence of the church. His imaginings of the church portray a dystopian holdover of the Spanish Inquisition — no freedom of thought, no freedom of speech, and every part of daily life is dictated by the Pope, who, along with most other key figures in politics (yes, the pope is a politician), doesn’t actually believe in God. All scientific studies are examined closely by the church, and if something is found that goes against the church’s doctrine, the scientists involved are silenced. One of the main characters is surprised to meet someone who was free to leave a nunnery when she stopped believing in God. Interestingly enough, some members of the clergy have lauded this aspect of the book, calling it a warning of what the church could become.

Another point: Pullman’s created world is a multiverse, every universe its own distinct existence. One of Pullman’s characters marvels that all of it was created randomly — and there’s the rub. By Pullman’s own argument for the nonexistence of God, that it was created randomly, he inadvertently and contradictorily presents a striking argument for God’s activity in Creation, namely, that it’s too complex to be random. Another character wonders about human consciousness, and is told it, too, was random. As my mom has said to my brothers and me on numerous occasions, “Once is okay, twice is obnoxious.” If an argument doesn’t work the first time, why use it again? The array of the products of human consciousness in His Dark Materials is again proof that it’s too complex to be the product of a bunch of atoms randomly tossed together.

To sum it up, Pullman presents at his strongest a weak argument for atheism; at his weakest, proof of God’s existence. This is not to say that his writing is completely see-through. Younger children under the age of ten or so should probably not be encouraged to read the series (if they would even be interested — the writing may be difficult for them).

Postscript by Edward — My friend Mary Charlotte Elliott, who taught Middle School reading for 20 years, suggests: “I hate the premise of these stories, but I think we make a serious mistake when we give all kinds of free advertising to something like this by campaigning against it. Kids have been ignoring that series for years! The movie will be a flash in the pan unless we help it out and give it credibility by stirring up controversy.”
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Copyright 2007 by Sam Snyder and Edward Fudge.