My buffalo mozzarella didn’t get the “Do not open till Christmas” memo. Sometime in the night, it made a break for it—apparently trying the explosives route—but did not escape beyond the impenetrable confines of the refrigerator. Mozzy's Mug Shot

Granted, it’s been in there for a while, probably had done its time. Due to overexposure, a portion of it had to be amputated in order to save the rest. The remaining lumps may just be re-incarcerated or rehabilitated. And you can’t blame me for cheesy humor, since the whole place reeks of cheese right now.

The great thing I always desired to find was a woman
who was a Christian, who was a real lady, and who was not a fool.
Whether I was successful or not, others must judge the better than I can, but I call God to witness these were the three points I always kept steadily in view.

~ J.C. Ryle

I could write about my first-ever Steve Green concert that I attended last night—so much could be said. I could write about the wedding I’m missing today in Detroit, and the friends I wish I could be seeing and supporting there right about this minute, actually—instead of spending another Saturday working and cleaning and digging my car out of snow banks. I could write about how glad I am again and again for the church family God’s given me. I could write a review of the book I just finished (Syrian Yankee by Salom Rizk) and share how curious I am about the extent of French-speaking in the Middle East due to former French colonization. I could write some more about the orphan and foster care crisis—but someone else just did, with more information and eloquence. I could write about the weird things I’ve been overhearing in stores lately (like the totally hokey “How are you today?”/”I’m ‘blessed’! How are you?”/”Oh, I’m ‘blessed,’ too” exchange I heard in Walmart the other day).

But I don’t have time to write about these sorts of things today, and if I did I wouldn’t do them (or you) justice.

So, I’ll just say that the answers to the book guessing game are posted now. I think my dad pretty much takes home the prize for rightness or closeness in his guesses. You be the judge. And enjoy.

A bone to a dog is not charity.
Charity is the bone shared with the dog
when you are as hungry as the dog.

~ Jack London

This evening, I was driving home from our church meeting, noticing how different and cluttered and soggy Charles Street looks when flanked with banks of snow. I was playing (very loudly) a classical Christmas cassette that features some highlights from Handel’s Messiah. It was weird to be listening to this music (sung and heard for so long by so many diverse people in so many faraway places) amidst the run-down storefronts in this neighborhood of a slushy, eclectic town.

Suddenly, the “Hallelujah Chorus” came on, not far from that spot where I saw the man with the yellow wagon, warmer weeks and months ago. It was deafening. I needed it to be deafening.

And as I drove past the locksmith’s and the bakery and the abandoned camera shop and the middle school and the hospital, it became impossible to keep singing, I got so choked up on the ironic pain and solid joy of the reality, which is far more stark and true than the crumbling buildings and falling temperatures around me. It is uncluttered, it is safe, it is sure, and it is home.

“The kingdom of this world has become the kingdom of our LORD, and of His Christ. And He shall reign for ever and ever.”

He reigns. He does reign—after all, over all.

Can you guess these book titles? UPDATED with answers on 12/20/08
Loraena at Unmeasured Grace tagged me for this fun book meme.

Here are the instructions:

  • Take ten books; transcribe the 5th sentence from page 56.
  • Five of the books must be fiction.
  • Provide five hints.
  • Invite six other bloggers to participate.

Here are my quotes:

1. OUT OF THE SILENT PLANET by C.S. Lewis
“The creature, which was still steaming and shaking itself on the back and had obviously not seen him, opened its mouth and began making noises.”

2. WHEN SINNERS SAY “I DO” by Dave Harvey
*speaking in the persona of the serpent in Eden
“In fact, God trembles before the potential of a self-actualized, godlike human being.”

3. CRY, THE BELOVED COUNTRY by Alan Paton
“But I have been two years on the list.”

4. THE TENTH MAN by Graham Greene
*first read to me by my novel-writing prof, Dawn Watkins
“He never really expected an offer: hysteria and not hope had dictated his behavior, and now it took him a long moment to realize that he was not being mocked.”

5. WORLDLINESS—Resisting the Seduction of a Fallen World
edited by C.J. Mahaney
“This is nowhere more obvious than in sitcoms, stand-up routines, late-night talk shows, and comedy movies.”

6. BLACK PROTEST THOUGHT IN THE TWENTIETH CENTURY
edited by Meier, Rudwick, and Broderick
“In any case, the modern world must remember that in this age when the ends of the world are being brought so near together, the millions of black men in Africa, America, and the Islands of the Sea, not to speak of the brown and yellow myriads elsewhere, are bound to have a great influence upon the world in the future, by reason of sheer numbers and physical contact.”

7. THE COST OF DISCIPLESHIP by Deitrich Bonhoeffer
“For them, the word of grace has proved a fount of mercy.”

8. THE POISONWOOD BIBLE by Barbara Kingsolver
“ELAPSED OR ESTEEMED, ALL ADE MEETS ERODES PALE!”

9. CULTURE IN CHRISTIAN PERSPECTIVE
by Leland Ryken
“What are we to make of this exuberance over the forms of nature in the most holy places of Old Testament worship?”

10. ZENZELE—A Letter for my Daughter by J. Nozipo Maraire
“She was nervous and wore long flowery dresses that matched her complexion and hung on her in a flimsy, shapeless way, like clothes pinned on a line to dry.”

Here are my hints:

1. The 7th statement was originally penned in German and originally published in 1937.

2. The 2nd statement will be easier to guess if you focus on who (besides Shirley MacLaine) may’ve said it, and why, rather than focusing on how blasphemous it is.

3. Statements 3, 8, and 10 are all cited from books set on the continent of Africa. (Sorry — can’t help it!)

4. The author of the 9th excerpt actually came up and introduced himself to me at a C.S. Lewis conference once. We ran out of things to say after I told him where I went to college.

5. The antecedent of the “this” in #5 is our surrounding culture’s cheapening and trivializing of God’s invention/gift of sex.

Here are the other bloggers I’m inviting, although anyone is welcome to give this a try — you don’t need an invitation from me:

I’ll update this entry with the answers next Saturday. You can leave your guesses in the comments, but I’m not going to verify them one way or the other till Saturday. =} If you other bloggers or facebookers want to participate, please leave a link to yours in the comments thread here! Thanks.

Twenty-two years ago today, they walked up to my 5th-grade classroom door and told me that the delicate little girl we’d all had a hunch about had arrived, and that actually he’d turned out to be anything but a new little sister. He was a 9lb/6oz not-so-little brother instead, all boy. Instead of the expected “Charissa Marcella,” they named him “Luke Alexander.” I’m glad it was him. Happy birthday, Luke.

Luke with us at Latte Donatte, Oct.'08

Happy 2nd Birthday, Josiah!
Josiah is 2 now!
The Scotts’ online adoption journal
Hannah’s Heart page for Alex and Josiah

I just caught myself eating a spoonful of Nutella, right out of the jar. Yes, it’s been that kind of day. In my defense, the Nutella and I were only recently reunited when I realized that a relative must’ve refrigerated the jar back in October when everyone came over the Sunday afternoon after Matthew’s wedding. Grandma washed dishes, and Mom and others put them away and helped pack up the food. I found my glass measuring cup down in the lower cabinet with the toaster and honey and butter, and today I found the lovely Nutella. It’s thawing now…partly to keep it away from myself for the moment, and partly because it’ll be a lot easier to spoon out once it’s thawed. Here are a few photos from that Sunday afternoon with the leftover family and leftovers.

Sarah, JoyBeth holding Jack, Luke, Josh, Grandpa, Grandma, Mom holding CJ, Dad

Dad holds CJ

Jack waving hello down to pro-life walkers in the street

We must be putting Sarah to sleep

Jack is ever so subtle (just about to do a head-first flip-dive onto the couch)

Mom

JoyBeth

Dad

Notice the Nutella

These were posted on our old simplicity haiku blog back in 2004. Better haiku certainly exists, but I thought it might be amusing to dredge a couple of these old ones up again.(The title of the second is a quoted line from Tolkien’s Return of the King.)

LIKE A RADISH

i am so faithful
as are paparazzi so
am i so faithful

so solid, rounded
strong silent type: a radish
you can count on me

i can pack a punch
you know, on the dotted lines
a bull with china

THEIR JOY WAS AS SWORDS

funny how your dreams
penetrate and permeate
before they break ranks
and implode too close to home
for fate to be the culprit

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