Sunday, December 29, 2013

I uh (snort) like to read...


Alright I did it, 52 books in 52 weeks. Probably the only one who will celebrate this feat with me is my mother but that’s alright the joy comes from the stories and new things I learned along the way. You can all judge my use of time, I know the general public won’t care what I read this year, this post is for me. When you read in mass and live a turbulent life, you start forgetting what you just read so, here is a synopsis of the year. What I liked, didn’t like and just some general rambling that I can’t get anyone to listen too in real life. Feel free to comment about any book you have read too, and we can be nerds together J

 

2013 Book List

 

January 

1.      Roots (Alex Haley)   

I started the year off with Alex Haley’s acclaimed Roots. Everyone has seen the mini serious Roots except for me, I haven’t even seen a trailer or anything for it. But I see it referenced all the time, still that wasn’t enough to a make me tackle it until Mrs. Mary Lynn, a retired English Teacher, came to Mali and we got to talking about my favorite people group in Liberia the Mandingo. She said, she thought that the book Roots first character was a Mandingo man. I got really excited and downloaded the book the next week. Turns out Kunta Kinta, is actually a Maninka Man from The Gambia, which is in the same family grouping as the Mandingo but not really the same. Still it was fun to read about a fictional character who came from a land close by me, I haven’t been to the Gambia but I have spent time in Senegal, which surrounds the Gambia. I loved reading about the Fulani, because they are just everywhere in West Africa and they maintain their culture pretty well across the whole, so it was fun to read the name Fulani and see him connecting them to Cow herding and be like “Hey! You got that one right.” I really enjoyed the book, even if half of it was plagiarized. And I can’t wait to get home and rent the Miniseries… are there any Rental stores left over there?

 

2.      Ruling Your World: Impactful Living (David Oyedepo) 

This book was sitting on the book shelf in the Baptist Guest House in Guinea, I read it to put me to sleep and it mainly just annoyed me. It was written by a Nigerian I think, and was all about self-empowerment

February
 
3.      All Things Bright and Beautiful (James Herriot)

My mother really wanted me to read James Herriot while I was growing up but I was obstinate and refused to read any fiction that wasn’t classic literature. James Herriot was one of her favorite writers and I remember laughing at some of his stories on audio tapes on car rides up to see our Grandparents as a kid (on the days we were not listening to Adventures in Odyssey). Well, a missionary friend in Guinea (who was also home educated and shares a lot of my reading taste), suggested James Herriot among others as a good read. I felt a little ashamed for having continued to ignore my mother’s favorite author all the way into my twenties, so I downloaded a 3 book series, All Things Bright and Beautiful, All things Wise and Wonderful and All creatures Great and Small. I fell in love. He’s just so homey. You feel so cozy, reading about all the characters and corky situations. And they are great travel books since each chapter is its own story, so it doesn’t matter how long you set down the book.  I feel like downloading another series right now, but then I’ll read it and I think there is only one more book left… then what will I have to look forward too?

 

4.      Reflections on Language (Noam Chomsky)

The two books came in a package deal. This Chomsky was actually an interview translated, which was given to him in French but he answered in English (geese, linguist, gotta make things complicated).  It was hard to read, since I don’t have any back ground in linguistics, so I used my Kindle dictionary a lot. I wish I would have read Language and Responsibility first, it would have made these interviews easier to understand.

 

5.      Language and Responsibility (Noam Chomsky)  

So back in October I was on a research trip on the collection of islands that make up Cape Verde. On the island of, Sao Vicente, I met a very interesting Wycliffe couple who are working on the Cape Verdean Creole translation of the book of John. As we talked, Steve explained what a creole language really is. How the grammar of one language mixes with the vocabulary of another, how it gets simplified down to what Chomsky calls the “Universal Grammar.” Not everybody believes in this Universal Grammar in which Chomsky put forth that all languages are not learned or changed over time but are rather changing and adapting but resourcing an innate grammar that is within our very humanness. So it’s like, birds are born with the ability to learn to fly, people are born with the ability to learn to use language. Bird’s don’t just mimic their parents, I raised finches, one day they are sitting in a nest getting shelled seeds shoved down their throat the next day they jump out and fly, maybe not very well, but they almost never fail, People are born innately knowing how a language is structured, they mimic from their parent’s the sounds and vocabulary but they already have something innately in them in which to judge these patterns by and form new sentences that they may not have heard before…. I’m not explaining this well, and that’s because I don’t understand it too well. Having read every word of this book, I probably only understood, ¼ of it. But what captured me and caused me to read it was two things, Steve said that Chomsky (an atheist) once said that in order for the Universal Grammar  to make sense you had to imagine that a higher being ordered things… or something of that nature. I didn’t come across that quote myself yet but I did come across that idea again and again in his book. There is an innate order inside of people that doesn’t really make a lot of sense, given that the world tends to disorder, but never the less, there is that order and people are using this innate order that is put in only humans to produce language. He also said that Chomsky studied twins, who were locked away together and produced their own language that followed what you see in creole grammars or “Universal Grammar.” I thought that was cool and wanted to read about it, but again I didn’t run across it in this book, however Chomsky is a freaking maniac writer, I have no idea how he has produced so many written bodies of work. I had a really hard time trying to decide which of his works I should read. What I understood of this book I enjoyed, And I enjoy the idea that language is an innate thing, written into our genes or whatever makes us human. I like whenever the universe and the things in it show the finger prints of a designer.

 

6.      Chosen but Free (Norman Geisler)

I spent a lot of time in my youth thinking over the Calvinist verse Armenian (or where ever you fall outside of the Tulip) debate. I thought long and hard about things, I debated people, I read a lot online, I read a few books, I compared passages, I thought it was the most important question to answer, “Who is God?” That’s what the debate boils down too. What are the characteristics of God; Is he all knowing, is he just, is he sovereign, etc. I really wanted to find a solid answer but I never did. Then I went away to Impact and from time to time the debate would be brought up there or afterwards in college, but I had given up on finding all the answers, and learned to Trust that God, whatever else he is, is Good, and that was enough for me. I didn’t want my faith in God to be swayed like a reed by all these debates, so I set it aside. I knew I would never be 5 point Calvinist, and I probably wouldn’t resort to Open Theism but exactly where I fall in-between is still to be announced. I love Geisler, he makes my heart warm. I love reading his work, and I love hearing him speak. This book comes pretty close to winning me to whatever side he is on in the debate, some middling view. But there were points and metaphors that I did not agree with. It’s been many months since I read this book, and it require to be thoroughly read again, but I recall a metaphor comparing our relationship with God as him wooing us but knowing already that we would be won… that sounded pretty cheap to me. I wouldn’t want a man to woo me only if he knew he’d get me, I’d rather him do it because he thinks I’m hot and he wants to win me, not because I was a sure thing. It kind of cheapens individual salvation, to say, Oh well, yes God knew you would fall for him, that’s the only reason he put out any effort. Sometime soon, I’ll try again with this whole debate and see if I can’t nail my position down a little better, and I’ll probably start again with this book. I loved how he went through each, extreme view and then showed a middle way, and worked his way through popular passages. The multiple appendix’s were also interesting and helpful, he’s just so thorough in his thoughts.

 

March

7.      All Things Wise and Wonderful (James Herriot)

More delight, reading James Herriot always made me long for some mountain cabin somewhere with a fire place, a quilt, some hot chocolate, and a big comfy chair to snuggle down into read. However I believe I was in-between Guinea and Liberia when I was reading this one, And the guest houses were not really snug though there was one right on the beach that was pretty awesome.

 

8.      The Liberian Dream 

I picked this little book up at a grocery store in Monrovia. It is a poetry book written by a local pastor. There were several very nice poems in this book I was glad I grabbed it, on my way out. I dropped my copy off when I was at home in May or I would include my favorite poem, sorry-o.

 

9.      Quiet: The Power of Introverts.. (Susan Cain)

I am introvert hear me roar! Or type, aggressively. I grew up with a lot of self-hatred, much of it stemming from my lack social ability. I remember the first time, I liked myself, introversion and all, came seconds after I read a letter from a friend at Impact, it in part read, “Stewie, I love that you are quiet, that you  never talk without having something to say. ” What?! You like that I am quiet?! Hello, were you not paying attention to our societal norms? You are not supposed to like that, you’re supposed to gently try to “pull me out of my shell” and encourage me to “speak my mind” even if my mind is made up the same on the topic as the last 9 people that spoke theirs. Everyone likes repetitiveness right? This book made me feel a little more justified in my, none bubbly/chatty personality. It made me not despise myself so much for failing at small talk and wishing that people would please stick with formal introductions. I’ve seen what Cain wrote in this book, paired down into spiffy blog posts and bouncing around Facebook world, the past few months. Introverts are coming out of the wood works, (mostly just liking the link because we don’t feel like we need to say things twice). It’s pretty nice that introversion or the tendency to be more private or reserved is not being viewed as a social problem that needs to be remedied anymore.

 

April

10.  Survey Research Methods (Earl R Babbie)

An ex-pat friend was leaving Guinea and left us a box of books. This book which was more like a textbook was in the box. I read it because I am currently doing research among people groups in West Africa and thought the information might be handy. It was a long boring read and mainly on common sense concepts but I persevered and I’m sure my thoughts are more organized now because of it.

 

11.  Interpreter of Maladies (Jhumpa Lahiri ) 

Trying to culture myself a little more, so I read this famous Indian American short stories. I loved the grotesque characters. I liked the title story a lot, because I could see it happening here, or anywhere outside the western world. My favorite stories are The Treatment of Bibi Halder and When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine.

 

12.  Keep a Quiet Heart (Elizabeth Elliot)

I love Elizabeth Elliot, I think her writing is timeless. I love Passion and Purity. Let me Be a Woman impacted me a lot, I read it the summer before I started college. I’m not usually a huge fan of the short “My Utmost for His Highest” style devotional books, and I can’t make an exception for this one. It’s me, it’s not you Elizabeth. I’m just not that into short reads, It’s because I get side tracked so easy, and forget to pay attention, so I need a book that has a consistent theme, that I can follow.

 

13.  Emerging Africa (Steven Radelet)

I really liked this book. It was refreshing to read about the positive economical movements coming out of Africa, granted not long after the book came out one of these “emerging countries” went through a coup which booted me into one of the “thresh hold” countries. I downloaded the book because it was forwarded by Madame Sirleaf (the president of Liberia) but I was very impressed with it and it was full of statistics which I like to look at. There are countries in Africa that are doing alright. Not every country is drowning in a civil war and can’t feed its people, for those who have pulled themselves up some, we should applaud them. They have 17 countries listed as “Emerging countries.” These countries have shown a steady economic growth rate over the past  13years and have remained democratic without any major  interruptions.  Emerging countries are :Botswana, Burkina Faso, Cape Verde, Ethiopia, Ghana, Lesotho, Mali, Mauritius, Mozambique, Namibia, Rwanda, Sao Tome, Seychelles, South Africa, Tanzania, Uganda, Zambia.  Okay so some of these were obvious to me, Botswana, Ghana, Namibia, South Africa, Lesotho the Island countries, I knew these were richer countries in Africa but some surprised me, Burkina Faso… really? And I was surprised about Uganda until I went there last summer, Kampala is America. I haven’t been to Burkina but imagine it can’t be too much different than Mali, which the city is beautiful and clean, and the main roads are awesome but there’s that whole vast desert with extremist groups thing going on. Ethiopia and Uganda surprise me, since they seem to be the two countries of which westerners are adopting children from, so I would assume they are not doing financially well enough to take care of their vulnerable children. And Zambia, maybe I was just all new to scene and couldn’t distinguish poverty from village life, but I thought I was seeing children so sick with mumps they didn’t have strength to greet, and baby orphanages packed with 30+ abandoned infants and 3 workers (which was closed the next year due to finances) who had children die because of the heat. They couldn’t keep their babies hydrated, I guess. So I think, that the “Emerging Countries” are a little broad in their inclusion of countries but I can see where even Uganda, Ethiopia and Zambia are well on their way. I mean Kampala it totally America. And on my second visit to Zambia I visited the capital and they have a mall, so pretty much got it made. And to include Cape Verde, I think is cheating… That country is more like East Europe as far as poverty goes, and it’s culture heavily influenced by Portugal and Brazil, and it declared itself independent without any fight. I would imagine the other Island countries of Africa have similar stories.

 

14.  This Child will be Great (Ellen Johnson Sirleaf)

Madame Sirleaf is the first female president in Africa, and I’m right proud to be dwelling in her country, during this historic period. I know that people are never happy with delayed gratification but this country was a wreck when she was elected and now there are a few paved roads, and as much or more electricity returned as there was before the war and women’s rights have definitely been championed. This country still has a long way to go but they are moving forward not backwards and I think Madame Sirleaf has a large hand in that movement. Her story is endearing and inspiring. I really don’t know how she did it. How she became the first female president in Africa, it’s kind of hard to get respect around this place, but she is intelligent, bold and persistent and she did it. I think the country is better because of it.

 

15.  A Room of One’s Own (Virginia Wolf)

Women need space. Give it to them.

 

May

16.  Mississippi in Africa (Alan Huffman)

This book was suggested by one of my Liberians friends as a good book that showed some of the Americo-Liberian history. The author is a white American who grew up in Mississippi in America and became intrigued with the story of a plantation in his home town. He hears the story about how before the civil war, when the owner of the plantation died he willed that the slaves belonging to him would have the option to go free and move to the Coast of West Africa (which would become Liberia). So the author tries to trace all of the living relatives of the plantation owner and the relatives of the freed slaves that stayed in the states, and then he takes his journey to Liberia to try to meet some of the Americo-Liberia decedents of the Mississippi plantation. The settlement is in Sinoe county Liberia and is called Mississippi in Africa. It was a good read, it could get tedious with his research of dates and names but it was fun to see how much this guy nerded out over the whole process.

 

June

17.  Facts About Slavery: Goree Island (Guy Thilmans)

In June, I visited the Island off of Senegal called Goree. It was the last stop for captured West Africans before they headed off on their voyage into slavery. This was a little book I picked up at the museum on the island that detailed a little bit about the slave trade coming out of West Africa.

 

July 

18.  End the Fed (Ron Paul) 

I figured, I supported him during two of his 3 presidential attempts, I should probably read one of his books. DOWN WITH BIG GOVERNMENT! END THE FEDERAL RESERVE!!! RETURN THE GOLD STANDARD!!! Oh Ron Paul, I hope your son is as dependable as you.

 

19.  Mansfield Park (Jane Austen)

Really Fanny? You picked your cousin, who was like a brother, weird. Personally I think you could have reformed Henry. And really, Jane, Fanny was the best name you could think of for your heroine?

 

20.  Northanger Abby (Jane Austen)

This book is real, I liked it a lot; didn’t gloss over to much, showed people with real prejudice and practicality. Catherine just seemed so real and normal. In Jane’s other books, like Fanny, Elizabeth, Anne they were all supposed to be plain and homely but they always had these spectacular personality or character traits. Not Catherine, she’s as ordinary as you can get. She wasn’t too poor, she wasn’t too homely, she wasn’t overly educated and she wasn’t that witty or pretty, she was just average and the story was just life. She acted so much like a teenager it was funny.

 

21.  Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)

I wanted some decent books to read so I looked up Ron Paul’s reading suggestions and this was one of his favorites. Ayn Rand made economics into an action novel. That’s pretty cool. I really loved the stories and it’s twist and turns. Some of it was silly and overly dramatic, some of it was a little too risky but on the whole I loved it. I might be setting this on the shelf next to some of my other favorites (Little Women, Heart of Darkness, Awakening, My Antonia, Atlas Shrugged… J)

 

August

22.  Through the Looking Glass (Lewis Carroll) 

Loved the cartoon movie growing up, was disturbed by the differences in the recent movie so I read the books to find out what’s up. Cartoon got it right.

 

23.  Thinking as a Science (Henry Hazlett)

Ron Paul’s reading suggestions led me to mises.org which had so many cool books for free download. This was one of them, I hadn’t heard of Hazlett but he is apparently a logistician and an Austrian economist. I like the way he writes, it somehow reminds me of the way C.S. Lewis writes. This book was about how to think. It wasn’t exactly about logic, although that was a part of it. It was published in 1916. It’s amazing how little humanity changes, the book was very applicable. He focused on thinking on purpose not just the wondering thoughts that come along throughout the day but focusing on some of those thoughts for a purposeful amount of time and following them through into completion. He talked about being careful not to read passively, and blindly accept whatever the current book’s viewpoint happens to be.

 

24.  Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)

In the book the queen shout “Off with their heads!” all the time too but the king always pardon’s them. No one gets their head cut off.

 

25.  Agnes Grey (Anne Bronte)

I wish that I could have met the Bronte Sisters. Their books are so odd, the characters have to go through the worst and weirdest situations.  I can just see the Bronte sisters reading each other books, “Oh that’s good sister! Creepy.” But at least Agnes gets her man and a puppy dog in the end. My favorite Bronte is still Charlotte’s Jane Erye.

 

26.  At the Back of the North Wind (George McDonald)

When I was a preteen, just after we moved, so I would have been eleven, I picked up a copy of this book and read the first few pages. I was so creeped out by the wind blowing through the hole in Diamond’s window and trying to coax him out of his nice snug bed that I slammed the book shut. I couldn’t sleep well that night, I was certain every shadow was some creepy being coming to steal me from my bed. Then I grew up, went to college, and met one of my favorite people who said that this was her favorite book. I felt a chill still, when she said it. This time around it didn’t seem creepy at all, I guess my imagination isn’t quite as vivid anymore. It was a great imaginative story with awesome parallels between Diamond’s perfect trust in the North Wind and Christian’s trust in God.  

 

“If you see my face all black, don’t be frightened. If you see me flapping wings like a bat’s, as big as the whole sky, don’t be frightened. If you hear me raging ten times worse than Mrs. Bill, the blacksmiths wife—even if you see me looking in at people’s windows like Mrs. Eve Dropper, the gardener’s wife—you must believe that I am doing my work. Nay, Diamond, if I change into a serpent or a tiger, you must not let go your hold of me, for my hand will never change in yours, if you keep a good hold. If you keep a hold, you will know who I am all the time, even when you look at me and can’t see me the least like the North Wind.”

 

27.  Blow Back (Chalmers Johnson)

I heard this title several times, new the basic concept but never taken the time to read it. I saw it on, Ron Paul’s reading list and downloaded it. He showed the negative effect that permanent American troops were having on the Japanese islands and the hatred that was building up in Japan and also Korea over American policing tendencies. Blowback is a term that refers to unintended consequences of a mission. The “blowback” that Johnson foretold was of other countries becoming angry at the US for its military meddling ways and attacking the U.S. because of their interference in foreign regimes. The book was published about a year before the 911 attacks and was broadly acclaimed to be kind of prophetic, however, its prophetic teaching did not hinder the U.S. from continuing and broadening its meddling ways and here we are today, still dodging Bombs in Boston.

 

28.  The Cost of Discipleship (Dietrich Bonhoeffer )

Mom made us watch a rather yawn worthy documentary on Bonhoeffer when I was growing up. I didn’t read anything of his until Impact 360 put the blessed little book “Life Together” in my hands as a parting farewell gift. I loved Life Together especially the first chapter, the other chapters seemed to repeat the first too much. After that book, I knew I needed to read his most popular “Cost of Discipleship” but put it off. Until I was standing in a missionary friend office, staring at the book on his shelf, “Where you named for Dietrich Bonehoffer, Dietrich?” “Sure ways, my Dad read it shortly before I was born and said it changed his life.” So I downloaded it. I liked it a whole lot and feel I probably need to read it again, during a less turbulent time in my life so that I can really focus on it. I felt the same way about this book as I did his other, he front loads his books and leaves the rest to trail along and repeat.

 

29.  Humility (Andrew Murray)

God first, People second, I am third. This book was challenging, especially with the humbling yourselves before people you don’t think deserve it. Philippians 2:11-21 is just too convicting. If the son of God humiliated himself for humanity we ought to be able to humiliate ourselves for the most high God.

 

September

30.  The Secret Garden (Francis Burnett)

I remember seeing the trailer for this movie as a kid, but I never actually saw it. I remember my girlfriends talking about it and loving it but it didn’t appeal to me for whatever reason. But hey it’s free on Kindle. Turns out, I loved the book. It’s not often an author will allow their protagonist be complete little heathens. Most, will claim that their protagonist were bad and became good but all the while showing little signs that they were truly good and just misunderstood to begin with. Not Burnett, these two little snob cousin are truly mean little things, wicked to their core. They have good reason to be corrupt spiteful beings because of their parent’s emotional neglect and material overindulgence, but there is not a hint of hidden goodness in them until they come into contact with people better than themselves and begin a journey to put faith in the “magic” which transforms their bodies and their minds and spirits. I love, love that even though the little boy’s father was a horribly neglectful man and does nothing to deserve the love or respect of his son, the book still give him a second chance to learn after ten years of neglect.

 

31.  Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte)

Again the Bronte sisters were unique people. I just imagine them all in this big creepy grey house, sitting in rocking chairs discussing some weird plots they dreamed up during the night. This book also had some honest to goodness mean-hearted people. Difference between the Secret Garden is that these people don’t get redeemed they die awful spiteful people with jealous and vengeful obsessions. I recall my professor suggesting that Heathcliff was actually the illegitimate son of Cathy’s father rather than a random Gipsy boy that he brought home but I just don’t buy that. I just didn’t read any allusion to that scenario and its weird enough that Cathy the second married her first cousin without her mother being in love with her half-brother. 

 

32.  The Picture of Dorian Grey (Oscar Wilde)

I liked this book. It’s so true that often people are more concerned about how they are perceived than their actual moral essences. If you took away the evidence of your immorality and could get away with any evil and it never would taint your reputation how degraded would you become? If there was no consequence of your sin, what would you do? Since evil tendencies seem to be in humanities very nature without a physical or visible consequence for a wrong action, I think we all might end up as Dorian, spinning out of control into worse and worse evil actions. This shows that a consequence for our actions even the negative consequences might actually save us from further damning actions that ruin the soul.

 

33.  Animal Farm (George Orwell)

Finally got around to this one. I read 1984 in high school but just hadn’t managed to pick this one up, until I was browsing through the open air African market, outside the official offices in downtown Monrovia. I liked how it shows what happen when you fail to stick with law that make things equal for all and allow a republic to slowly step by step degrade into a dictatorship. Poor Boxer.

 

34.  The Man Who Would Be King (Rudyard Kipling)

This is really a long-short story or maybe a novella. It was a funny little tale. I liked how it was about ex-pats going crazy. It was ridiculous and outlandish and not based on any reality.

 

35.  Why Nobody Knows When He Will Die and Other Stories (Wilton Sankawulo )

This was a collection of short stories by a Liberian author. Most of the stories were just weird folk stories but some showed the recent Christian influence.

 

36.  The Case Against the Fed (Murray Rothbard)

Having grown up reading the Uncle Eric series beginning with Penny Candy I have a very basic understanding of inflation and how the Federal Reserve controls and exaggerates this inflations and deflation. I enjoyed this book as it give an overview of how the Federal Reserve came into being and what negative affects it’s had on our money since its creation. The Federal Reserve is an independent agency with no oversight from any of our governmental branches and thus is very susceptible to bribes and corruption; I was incredibly surprised to learn this. I was intrigued by the almost “Mob” like history of the Federal Reserve coming into existence to help serve some of the top “Families” which were controlling the markets at the time. I was also intrigued that the original plans for the Federal Reserve were written up right at Jekyll Island where my family used to vacation when I was a toddler.  I was very disappointed that the book only devoted one very short and skimpy chapter at the end of the book to talk about how you could dismantle the Federal Reserve and return to an unregulated Money supply or a Money supply based on Gold again.

 

37.  Liberian History Up To 1847 (Joseph Saye Guannu)

A short history of Liberia mainly concerning the entry of American Ex-slaves and Congo peoples (people captured from the Congo area to be sold but then released in what is now Liberia because of the Slave trade abolition).

 

38.  The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Frank Baum)

This book was just kind of dumb. I guess it was meant for kids but still… the movie is just like the book nothing different at all except in the book when they come to the city of Emeralds that have to put on glasses tainted green that make the whole city look green but the character don’t realize the glasses are tainted and think the city is glowing green…. Lame.

 

October  

39.  The Great Gatsby (Earnest  Hemingway)

I don’t know what all the fuss is about this book. Sorry Dr. Young I know you liked that blinking light deal and all its symbolism. It seemed like a pretty empty book to me but I guess that’s the point… that whole lost generation deal.

 

40.  To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)

I can see why this is a classic, it was a wonderful read and Atticus is such a good father and role model. I loved all the family dynamics and that you see their normal life and seasonal patterns before the book gets to the main story. I like that the book shows other unequal class structures with the Farmers outside of town as well as the main point of the persecution of the black population.

 

41.  The Man Who Was Thursday (G.K. Chesterton)

This book was weird. I get that is was supposed to be allegorical but I couldn’t really understand what the allegory was and apparently no one else can either because I read some notes online and they all just mention the last like three pages of the book which has all the characters dressed in costumes representing the 7 days of creation. They mention this as being allegorical but… I mean that’s pretty straight forward because the book straight up says that they were wearing costumes to represent the 7 days of creation and that the costumes matched the characters personalities. What about the rest of the book? What about the anarchism? What about that girl at the start of the book? What about all the people who were real anarchist? What about them chasing Sunday around like a wild goose? What about every single anarchist at the round table actually being a police in disguise but not knowing the others are also police?

 

42.  One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (Ken Kersey)

This book was pretty awesome despite the crude language at times. I liked the main character defiant personality; I can feel him trying to contain his anger at being controlled and welling up at being treated like a child. He just couldn’t help himself. I liked how his “deviant” behavior helped to show the others that they were broken but not quite as broken as the doctors wanted them to believe.

 

43.  Tramp for the Lord (Corrie ten Boom)

Corrie ten Boom is still my hero. I read all her books that were in our Church Library when I was a youth but I didn’t realize she had others like this one. I really identified with her in this one as she “Tramped” about living from a suitcase.  I get tired of her claiming to be so wicked when she is quiet obviously a saint. I love all her stories, I love her boldness, her reckless faith but reasoned belief. She is such a practical Dutch women to her core but then she lays out a map and prays and makes her decisions based on prayers not flight routes or premade appointments. She prays and shows up in countries unannounced without a single friend and just talked to people and shares her stories. OH! And she lived a year in Uganda?! I didn’t know that. She had a home looking over Lake Victoria, I could have passed it in my travels there this summer and I didn’t even know.  I loved reading this continuation of her journey.

 

44.  The Insanity of God (Nik Ripken)

Give’s the author’s journey from country boy to missionary to one of the darkest places on earth, to world travel seeking answer of how to maintain a Christian faith in the face of persecution.  I heard the author speak a few years ago and he shared many of the same stories found in this book. The persecuted believer’s stories of faith and of joy in adversity is challenging and inspiring.

 

45.  The Road (Jack London)

This was a fun book. It reminded me very much of the tales I heard from my brother as he hiked the Appalachian trail and when he was road tripping across the U.S. The train tramps also had nic-names and special signs for their names just like persons on the Trail do, and information traveled along the line the same as the trail too.

 

46.  If God Why Evil (Norm Geisler)

Geisler is always delightful. He tackles the problem of evil, and does an awesome job of it. Something’s just will not make since until we are standing face to face with our Lord but for those things that can be explained, Geisler does it in this book.  As I read this book I recognized all his argument and I can’t decide if I heard him speak on this topic before or if I read this book in high school but forgot about it. Q. Why did God create evil? A. He didn’t. Q. I thought he created everything, if he didn’t who did? A. Evil isn’t a thing in itself, it’s a privation of good. Q. Okay, so he didn’t create evil, but he knows everything and he knew that evil would occur in our world so why did he allow it? A. In order to have good things he had to allow the evil privation to be a possibility, apparently the good things were worth not only the risk of evil but the actualization of it as well because an All Good, All knowing God would only create the best of any possible worlds.

 

November

47.   The Chronicles of Narnia Series (C.S. Lewis)

It was good, Aslan made Jesus feel close. He made him feel physical. When I watched the 3rd Narnia in the theater, when Ridecheep surfs over the wave and Aslan’s tells the children they must learn to know him by another name in their world, joy and tears came to my eyes. I found tears in my eyes as I read it as well. You can’t help but to identify with the characters, especially when they’re botching Aslan’s plans. When Susan admits that truly in her heart she had known Aslan’s was leading them but she just wanted to get out of the forest, such conviction, I don’t know how many times I’ve closed my eyes because I don’t want him to lead me through a dark forest. Aslan, undressing Eustace, how many times have I tried to remove what only he can remove from me?  He never tells them other peoples stories, only their own but he cannot tell them what might have happened. The consequences for disobedience are real. I like how C.S. included some of the current thought of all gods being the same god, Tashlan, and hypocrisy in it. Loved that Aslan sung the Narnia into existence and that the morning stars sang with him. He is not a tame lion but he is good. I love that the children can’t help but want to please Aslan and the respect he commands but the laughter he joins in as well. C.S. you did a right good job. 


48.  Forgotten God (Francis Chan)

The Holy Spirit of God that Jesus sent after he ascended to the Father was hardly spoken of in the churches that I went to growing up. I was much older before I realized that I was not praying directly to Christ or God the Father but the H.S. was actually the closest person to me. Christ is at God the Father’s right side, both are in heaven, the person of God that is closest to us is his H.S and yet all that time, I did not know that. My pastors and youth pastors instructed me to pray to Jesus “as though you were talking to a friend sitting in a chair beside you.” They never said anything about God’s H.S. actually being the one who intercedes for you.  When you read through Acts it’s shocking how often the H.S is mentioned and how He guides the young church forming.  I don’t know how many times growing up I was told that Jesus told us to go and make disciple out of all nations but did I just miss it when they said also and pray for the H.S. who will give you the power to go?  I like that Chan makes much of the H.S. in this book, I think he does a good job of making much of the H.S. without falling into sensationalism.  I don’t really like the title of the book, it makes it seem like there are 3 God’s if you call the H.S. “forgotten God.”


49.  Come Let Us Reason (Norm Geisler)

Fhew! This book was hard to push through, too many unfamiliar terms. This is a basic book on logic, it’s not a book you can read casually, you really need to study the terms. Therefore one day, my little homeschool nerds will read this book and I will study it then ;)  If you like logic or if you are a writer, it’s a good book, it helps you to define what you are really saying in clear terms.

 

December

50.   Who Moved my Cheese? (Spencer Johnson)

This book was in the waiting area for the clinic that I went to get checked at. We had to wait around a bit so I read it. It was a cute little story of two mice and two small people who follow mazes in order to find some cheese. When they find it, the two little people get complacent while the two mice stay always ready to look for more cheese and stay alert to the dwindling supply of cheese. Eventually they eat up all their cheese and the two mice happily move on while the two little persons, have a considerably harder time dealing with their cheese crisis. Finally one of the two little person’s makes the decision to move on and finds out a lot about himself and the world in the process. He leaves encouraging notes for his friend to follow but sadly his friend never succeeds in getting over himself and giving up the old to look for the new. The story is followed by questions, that are meant to help persons in the business world deal with change in the work place. I won’t lie, I kind of liked the book, it was simple and cute and all the things Sniff, Scurry, Hem and Haw learn, are applicable. If someone moves your cheese, don’t get in a tizzy, just put on your running shoes and start looking again.


51.  Concerning Christian Liberty (Martin Luther)

Hmm… Wow. This was a good one. He spelled the Christian Faith out too clearly. I know he was writing in a different language, in a different time and in another country but everything he says is truth and so applicable to my faith, today.  

“One thing, and one alone, is necessary for life, justification, and Christian Liberty; and that is the most holy word of God, the Gospel of Christ, as He says, ‘I am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in Me shall not die eternally’ (John 6:25) , and also, ‘If the Son shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed’ (John 8:36), and ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God’ (Matt 4:4).

            Let us therefore hold it for certain and firmly established that the soul can do without everything except the word of God, without which none at all of its wants are provided for. But having the word, it is rich and wants for nothing, since that is the word of life, of truth, of light, of peace, of justification, of salvation, of joy, of liberty, of wisdom, of virtue, of grace, of glory and of every good thing.”

“This is that Christian Liberty, our faith. The effect of which is, not that we should be careless or lead a bad life, but that no one should need the law or works for justification and salvation.”


52.   Faith, Form and Time (Dr. Kurt Wise)

Welp, I read this one a good bit more quickly then I should have but I’m headed out to the bush tomorrow! So I had too, I’m sorry Dr. Wise, I needed to get to 52 before the end of the year. The first time I listened to Dr. Wise speak, was 10 years ago. I was a simple 16 year old home school kid with a love for Christian Worldview, which led me to give up all other church trips and take my timid self alone to a World view camp in Dayton Tennessee known as Summit. I heard Dr. Wise speak and was astounded by his testimony and depth of knowledge. He took a group of us on a little spelunking adventure where he pointed out fossils in the rock layers and we even  went fossil hunting around an old mine… oh for the simple days of youth again. Any ways, flash forward to my last year of college in 2010, I was in a RA meeting and they announced some new professors coming into the school at Truett and I about sucked the air out of the room. KURT WISE! He’s like a genius! Do you guys know who he is?! I was enthused and went right down to his office as soon as he was in to greet him. I had been in the creation museum in KY the summer before while visiting my fam and had read a little display about his pre-flood Floating Continents theory. I nerded out a little bit at that display. And was happy to read a little more about it in this book. I was also struck by an alternate interpretation of Revelations 3:15-16, That whole if you are not hot or cold I will spew you from my mouth passage. It never set quite well with me, you either want me all in spiritually or you want me to be complete out? I try really hard but never feel I really give my all. It’s kind of a harsh passage the way I heard it preached in the past. Seemed to give an excuse not to really try, I mean if you are not giving it you all, and you end up lukewarm, why not just be cold? Wise presented historical background to the passage concerning there being two springs in that town, one warm salt spring used of medicinal purposes and one cool fresh water spring used for drinking water, but when they mixed together they became useless and if drunk caused vomiting. With this background  it can be interpreted as you can either be useful in one way or another but please be useful! I like that interpretation better.  A lot of this book was a review for me from what I used to study in high school but it was a pleasant review. Some of this book was just too technical for a quick read, like the DNA structures and the Tectonic plates, just over my head a little. I really enjoyed his interpretation with what happened at the Tower of Babel and the creation of not only languages but worldviews, I never consider the possibility of God not just confusing the words but the way they thought about the world as well… interesting.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Mandingo of Liberia


“The Gola, Gbandi, Vai, Mende, these are all the Liberian tribes that are mostly Muslim. I don’t even say Mandingo because, Muslim, Mandingo, it’s almost the same thing.”

 This was the summation of my Liberian friend, and it rings true throughout Liberia. When you speak of a Gola or a Vai man, there’s a good chance they might be Muslim but if he is Mandingo, he is Muslim.

 There is a lot of fear and segregation among the Mandingo peoples and their Loma and Kissi, predominantly Christian, neighbors. While they meet together to trade at the markets, they live in separate sections of the capital city of Voinjama in Lofa County. Many Liberians of other ethnics do not even realize when they call someone a “Mandingo” they are actually referring to three and potentially more people groups. The original “Mandingo” people in Liberia are the Manya. They migrated into the Lofa area from Guinea and quickly acquired land and business status by marrying Loma women. After some time, they were given their own fields and villages, until they occupied most of the Quardu Bondi region and parts of the Voinjama region as well, both in upper Lofa County. Their cousins, the Konyanka, migrated down to Liberia from Guinea at a later time and reside mainly in Monrovia. The Konyanka do not have any of their own villages, they are mainly traders in the capital cities. The Manya have an English influence on their language due to the Americo-Liberian impact and the Konyanka, a French influence, due to the French colonization period in Guinea. The tones in their languages are reversed, so that a Manya though he can understand a Konyanka person will instantly know which ethnic he is from. Also included in the Mandingo term is a small minority of Maninka immigrants, also from Guinea and mainly found in Monrovia.

 I visited Voinjama, the capital of Lofa County, and met with some Muslim background believers (MMB) to find out more about the Manya Mandingo. In Voinjama, there are dozens of churches, Lutheran, Catholic, Pentecostal, Baptist etc. however there is not one church on the Mandingo side of town.

The MMB’s told me their stories of redemption, each had one key aspect that led them out of their lives as Muslims into Christ’s light and that was a believing friend. One young woman told her harrowing story of running away from her home in Guinea because of an unwanted incumbent marriage. When she arrived in Voinjama, a local believing Loma family took her in and was kind to her and eventually led her to Christ. Another man spoke of a believing neighbor who took the time to talk with him weekly about religion and gave him cookies as a kid. When he was old enough, he made the decision to follow Christ despite the negative response from his Muslim family. I was encouraged to hear stories of redemption from these MMB’s and impressed with the faith of the believers who crossed cultural barriers to speak truth to them. However, I was discouraged to note the very few Manya believers in their number.  

Recently, an SIM missionary couple moved to Voinjama and to plant a Muslim background believer’s church with the help of a Manya believer and evangelist.  They are also working together on Manya scripture portions and have a vision to reach the Manya and see Manya speaking churches. I asked if they would take me out to visit one of the Manya villages in Quardu Bondi, where I was told there were a group of Manya believers meeting. When we arrived in the village, we were greeted with smiles and treated to some gospel singing, some in English and some in Manya. As we sat down and met with these Manya believers, we soon learned that of the 7 or 8 present with us that day, 0 of them were actually ethnically Manya people. They all spoke the Manya language to each other and are living in a Manya village; however, each came from a different ethnic background and had migrated into the village via marriage or during the war for safety or for other reasons. It was shocking to me to find this out, because this was the village where I thought I would certainly find some Manya believers but in fact, the ones that I met with, were all emigrants. Previously, I had talked with the MMB’s, the SIM missionaries and the Manya evangelist and was distressed to hear only about 100 (or less, they could only think of 75 persons) of the 50,000 Manya living in the Quardu Bondi and Voinjama region were believers.  That is 0.2% of the Manya population in that region. However, having met the “Manya” believers of the largest Manya gathering of believers (15 persons) and found that at least the 8 of them were actually of other ethnics, my heart became sad to consider that it’s possible that even that 0.2% might be wishful thinking. 

It is hard for a Manya person to become a follower of Christ, even if they believe that Jesus is the right way, they are afraid of losing their family and their communities favor and safety. If they become a believer and their family and community turns them out, how will they support themselves? What if their family or community becomes aggressive towards them? What will happen to their body when they die, who will bury them? These are very real problems among many predominately Muslim tribes, even the folk Islam tribes such as the Manya. These questions boil down too, “If I become a follower of Jesus, who will be my friend and family?”

Is it possible that the reason, those Manya speaking ethnically diverse believers were embolden to form a group is because they were on the fringe of their society? The true ethnic Manya would know who are originally, Kissi or Loma or Gbandi and may not feel threatened by these people meeting together as believers. However if a true Manya became a believer it might cause a bigger stir. I’m not saying that there are no true Manya believers, I met some in Voinjama, I’m saying that it might be harder for a Manya person to become a believer and remain in their community of origin. According to my Manya evangelist friend, many Manya once they become believers, essentially give up their culture and move to Monrovia.

Meanwhile back in Monrovia, where ½ of those who are classified as Mandingo people in Liberia reside, we are still unsure of what percentage of these persons might be believers. With 1/3 of Liberia’s population living in Monrovia, there is such a mix of cultures and languages it is hard to discover which ethnics are going to the churches that seem to be on every corner. There is one thing certain though, there is not one Mandingo church, there is no pastor preaching in their heart language. There is a pervading belief among Liberians that “Mandingo” and “Muslim” are interchangeable terms, that all Mandingo persons are Muslim, that those born Mandingo will remain Muslim, and that they are the hardest people of Liberia to reach with the Gospel.

 Please Pray for the Manya, the Konyanka and the Maninka of Liberia. Pray for those Mandingo believers who are already following the Lord despite cultural boundaries and sometimes persecution from family members. Pray that the Manya, Konyanka and the Maninka will be able to soon worship God in their own heart language and find encouragement in a group of fellow “Mandingo” believers. Pray that they will be encouraged that they are not alone and that other Mandingo’s can also become believers. Pray that there will be a strong movement among the Manya Mandingo in the Quardu Bondi and Voinjama region, and that the region will become covered with Manya believers praising God in their own heart language. Please pray for those who have begun to work among the Manya and those soon to join the work of bringing good news. Pray also for the city dwelling Mandingo, especially the Konyanka and Maninka that God will reach into their communities and begin services and congregations just for them, so that they too can come to know and worship God in their own heart language. Pray that Liberian believers of every ethnic will become bold and reach out with friendship and Christ’s love to the Muslim peoples around them. Pray that Mandingo and other Liberians will see the truth, that no tribe or person is born a Muslim but that God created each person to serve and worship the true God.  

Friday, September 27, 2013

My Sister's Wit.


I couldn’t understand the anything the preacher said at church last week, the Liberian English was just too thick as it often is when the preacher’s here get excited. So my mind started to wonder and rested on one of my sisters, Michelle. Which means I smiled and chuckled to myself throughout the rest of the service. Michelle may not have been born a comedian but she certainly, perfected the dead pan comedic timing over the years.  She studied hard under my Dad and our older brother, I can remember the painful attempts at humor when she was five years old, we did not “humor” her efforts and so she quickly learned what was funny and what was annoying and became the mastermind she is today. But still I can hear her telling her favorite joke “Why did the Skelton cross the road? Because it was being chased by a dog!” Five year old Michelle cracked herself up with that one. Here are some of the stories that made me smile and make odd noises trying to squelch my giggles.

 

Michelle’s Birth

The earliest memory I have pertaining to Michelle was the night of her birth. So it’s not really about her but she caused the incident. I was 4 ½ years old when Michelle was born and somehow in the process I was dropped off at my Grandparents house during her birth, that is all blur now but I distinctly remember falling asleep alone in the center of a giant bed at my grandparents and waking up horrified to find a giant person in the bed with me. It turned out to be my great-grandmother, who complained all the next day of little Vickie hogging the bed. She didn’t live there at the time so don’t really know how she got there in the middle of the night either other than that it was the power of Michelle’s personality causing humors awkward incidents as she came into the world.



Ears

Baby Michelle had a thing for ears. Didn’t matter who you were, if you held baby Michelle she would reach up and stroke your ear lobe while she sucked her thumb and took a nap. This caused many awkward situations when introducing baby Michelle to new friends.


Play place

We were home school hippies. We ate homemade bread with home ground grains, I don’t remember eating out that much unless we were with our Grands until we were much older. Therefore I remember Michelle’s first romp in a CFA playhouse. She may have been 2 or 3 and she excitedly went scampering to the top of the slow incline foam ladder ramp, and then promptly fell all the way down it. I just remember her turning into a flailing ball and seeing head, butt, head, butt all the way to the bottom. Granny and I both busted out laughing as we watched through the window. Granny and I both have that fault of laughing when people fall… ungracious, I know. She was fine, didn’t even appear to notice the playhouse rejection.

 

Will You Open This? No.

There were not seatbelt law yet… or maybe we just didn’t abide them. But often we scrambled around in the back of the minivan on our trips around Georgia. On the way back from the grocery store Michelle had a package she couldn’t open herself. She went to each person in the car (Mom, Dad, Clay and Myself) shouting “Can you open this!” We all answered “No!” in turn so she continued around the circle until Mom stomped the breaks and all we saw were her feet straight up in the air. Did I mention I have a fault about laughing when people fall down?

 

Best Friends

Michelle not only never met a stranger when she was a kids, she never met anyone who wasn’t her best friend either. She’d come running over pulling a kid by the hand and exclaim “this is my best friend!” turning to smiling new comrade, “hey what is your name?” New comrade, “Mary.” “This is my best friend Mary!”

 

Bicycle Trick

When we moved to “the city,” which was actually a close knit subdivision, we no longer had property, creeks, and wildlife to entertain us so we resorted to amusing ourselves in other ways. One was a bike trick Michelle came up with, in which I road on the peddles, Rebecca stood on the pegs, and Michelle drooped her legs and arms over the handle bars with her butt hanging just over the tire. The older she got the more difficult this trick became as her butt began dragging on the tire below. “Alright I can still do it! (ZZZIPPP!) Ouch! It’s okay I got this!”

 

The Linen Closet

At our new house in Jackson the hall was very narrow and at one point had the laundry room to one side and the linen closet at the other. This was probably a fire hazard but you couldn’t open both the doors at once and you couldn’t pass through the hall if either of the doors were open. The four of us kids were always in and out of the linen closet getting dish rags, towel, sheets etc. And we were perpetually leaving the door ajar to our mother’s great displeasure. Who would come through the hall lamenting the door being open again and slamming it shut. Michelle wasn’t tall enough to reach most of the shelves in it so would climb up on them. Multiple times Mom would come from behind the door angrily exclaiming “Who left this door open again!” and slam the door shut, pancaking Michelle between the door and the shelves. It would be quiet for a minute and then you’d hear a little “ouch” come from inside the closet, as she was thinking out her escape route. Mom always felt really bad after the incidents but sometimes because Michelle wasn’t loud about it she didn’t even know she’d squashed her in there, until she’d pass back by and Michelle would ask politely to be let out. 

 

Cleaning the Room

While both our parents were working (Mom had a part time Job) I often stayed at home with Michelle and Becca and made sure they did their chores and some school work. Michelle and Becca shared a room. Rebecca has always been the neatest person in the house. Her bed usually made with her animals arranged in order etc. Michelle’s bed was usually made too but that was because she didn’t want to unmake it so she slept on top of the made up bed with a small blanket or towel. While cleaning their room Michelle became convinced that the mess was primarily created by Rebecca (the neat one) but that she was always having to clean it up. Michelle taped a line down the center of the room and declared that half was her side and the other half Rebecca would have to keep clean herself. In a short time Rebecca’s side was spotless and Michelle had become distracted by some toys and hadn’t put anything away. Michelle realizing her error did not relent in her conviction that indeed the messes were due to Rebecca, gathered up all her toys and dumped them across the line in defiance.

 

The Shoes

We all got up and got ready for church like we always do on Sunday morning. Michelle took her shoes off the front porch and slipped them on and we headed to church. Right about the time we entered the front lobby of the church I began to smell a putrid smell but it wasn’t that strong so I went to Sunday school and forgot about it. Michelle was still in children’s Sunday school so she went down the opposite hall to her classroom. She sat next to the pastors’ son in class and was overcome by an awful smell. She didn’t want to embarrass him but she was sure the horrid smell was coming from him. So all through class she just held her breath and didn’t say a word. Finally Sunday school was over and Michelle and I met in the lobby like we normally did. I sat down next to Michelle on the sofa in the foyer and found myself overwhelmed by that putrid smell again only now it had worsened. “What is that smell?” I exclaimed. “I don’t know” Michelle said in wonder, “but it’s all over the church it was like this in my class”. Mom came into entrance hall and smelled it too. People coming in and out the front door were scrunching their nose in disgust and saying to each other “where’s that smell coming from?” Finally, and I’m not sure how but, my mother discovered it was Michelle’s shoes. My sister had left them on the porch where our male cat sprayed them, it was winter when this happened so she did not smell it when she put them on because they were cold, but as she walked about the church they heated up and the awful smell followed her where ever she went. Needless to say Michelle didn’t wear shoes the rest of the time at church that day. I can still remember the cute guy I had a crush on singing out loudly “it only smells on that side of the lobby” pointing in our general direction; Michelle and I still oblivious to the rancid shoes.

 

Biscuit Head!

As Michelle got older her comedy became less physical humor and more, funny sayings and quick humor. While walking the Dogs together she exclaimed that I was a “biscuit head!” for allowing our leads to cross. When I asked what on earth a biscuit head was she explained calmly it was “half human, half delectable goodness.”

 

Lim-rod

While cleaning the kitchen together (a job that was usually hers) I tried to put the ice cream scoop in the dishwasher she yelled, “That doesn’t go in there you.. (she paused as if searching to find the appropriate word to vent her fury)… you Lim-rod!”

 

I Have A Dream

Michelle came to me one day while I was on the computer in my room. She said she wanted to make two boxes of cupcakes and asked if she could just double the recipe on the back of the box and mix the two mixes together. I answered in the affirmative and after a few minutes (because we were home alone) I went to check on her baking progress. When I came into the kitchen she had just begun to stir the two mixes together which turned out to be one chocolate mix and one vanilla mix. I said, “Oh Michelle! I didn’t know you meant two different mixes!”

She glared at me for a second and then continued stirring them again while she proclaimed, “I have a dream! That my twelve little cupcakes…..”

 

Strength

Michelle was always small and cute but she was also strong and athletic. She played softball and had a pretty good arm. I was never the athletic one, I would always bring a book to her games or while she was practicing in the front yard. It’s not that I hated to play sports, it’s just that, I always ended up injuring myself or others and I also hate competition… yeah I guess I did always hate sports. She tried to get me to practice with her a few times but after I beamed her in the butt every time I struck the ball, (I had nearly a perfect batting average in high school PE but never made it to base because I always hit it straight at the pitcher) she gave up on that and bounced the ball off the house.

At a church youth event we both attended, I was standing with some boys watching their valiant attempts at throwing stones across this manmade lake. They were trying their hardest to land a stone on the ground at the other side of the lake and failing. Michelle came flouncing up behind us oblivious, “Hey what are y’all doing? Trying to hit that skinny tree there?” she said squinting across that water. The boy already knowing Michelle’s strength, mumbled some things under their breath, and kicked at a few pebbles as they looked at the ground. Michelle not noticing picked up the first stone at her feet, “Fun! I want to try!” And then succeeded in hitting the skinny tree on the other side of the lake on her first throw. She jumped back and said “Yay I got it!” expecting to be high-fived by someone. The boys just mopped off, while I smiled at her. “What?! What did I do?!”
If you wanted to flirt with Michelle playfully punching her on the arm was not something you should try, as the boys quickly learned. “Ouch why’d you do that? (Serious Punch back).

As we were standing in the church hall the youth pastor passed Michelle and hit her on the arm playfully as he passed. “What was that for!” Michelle exclaimed. “It was just a friendly hit,” replied the pastor in passing. Michelle then turned to me and said “this is just a friendly punch!” And then punched me straight in the face! My head went back and hit the wall! We couldn’t stop laughing after that one. She really didn’t mean to follow through with the motion, she just miss-judged.



I Was Just Doing This!

 
Standing during a homeschool Co-op meet, I was holding a glass of juice in a plastic cup. Michelle walks up punches the cup from the bottom sending it splattering everywhere. Me: “Michelle! What on earth are you doing!” Michelle “What?! I was just doing this.. (displays latest dance moves which include punching the air).

 

Bob

Growing up I had two imaginary friends and a fairy which was born from a bean pod I found in the woods. Those who have had imaginary friends know that they find you, you don’t find them. Michelle was jealous of my imaginary friends growing up so she fabricated two, Nicholas and his girlfriend Necklace. They were conspicuously only around when My imaginary friends came over to play. But Michelle shouldn’t have made all the fuss because eventually an imaginary friend did find her albeit a little late in the game. His name was Bob. He showed up around the start of Michelle’s middle school career. Bob was special, I couldn’t see him (obviously he was Michelle’s imaginary friend) but she said that Bob was a dwarf who had no arms and legs, was mute and spoke through sign language.  Bob often came with us to play tennis. (since they wanted me to continue playing tennis with them we never learned the rules to the game so we couldn’t be competitive and we ended the game whenever Michelle sent the last ball sailing over the high fence with her soft ball arm.) Bob always missed his set. Rebecca and I were always to one side, and Michelle and Bob on the other. Whenever the ball would go to his side, Michelle would yell to warn him “That’s yours Bob!” but he always missed. If we ever bemoaned Bob’s poor tennis skills Michelle would get really defensive of him and call us insensitive to his physical challenges. She would also send him down the court to retrieve tennis balls and we would sometimes wait 10 minutes for him before we’d get impatient and get them ourselves while Michelle stood back saying “No Guys! He was almost there! Now you made him feel bad…” One day inexplicably Bob went missing, for weeks Michelle kept asking if we had seen Bob, to which we always replied “He’s Invisible!” Michelle walked outside with me as I was preparing to drive to work, I opened up my car trunk and Michelle exclaimed suddenly “BOB! Vickie How could you!?”

Telepathy

Homeschooler become really tight with their siblings, often we would finish each other’s sentences. Sometimes we can just look at each other and know what the other was about to say. We had conversation like:

“Hey did you get that thingy?”

“Yeah I gave it to…”

“Oh yeah, what’s his face, right?”

“Right.”


Once we were watching our youth ministers 7 year old while he was preaching on an out of town trip. I said something vague to Michelle and she answered the question and the kid was baffled. “How did you know what she wanted?” Michelle answered nonchalantly “Because we can read each other’s mind.” The kid was like, “That’s not true!” To prove it Michelle and I then stared at each other and did random tasks as though the other had just commanded us to do it through our thoughts. We would exclaim, “Oh don’t say that!” after a long stare, and things of that nature. Blew that kid’s mind.

 

Secret Hand Shake

Michelle and I, also perfected our secret handshake. Not with each other, with other persons. It goes like this. Meet friend in public setting. “Hey do you want to learn my secret handshake?” Unsuspecting victim, “Sure.”

Begin to shake hands, then hold tight to the person’s hand as you phantom pulling away and begin shouting, “I don’t know you! Let go of me!”

Good times good times… (also a frequent Michelle quote)

 

Slap in the face

Whenever something almost fell over, or two people almost collided or some other disaster was narrowly avoided if Michelle was standing close to you she would always exclaim “That was a close one, Fhew!” while wiping her brow with the back of her hand and then smacking you in the face with the continued hand swipe. It made me laugh every time.


Aliens

Michelle was even humorous in her sleep. She often talked in her sleep but she never said anything about the weather or asked for pancakes, she always sat bolt upright in bed suddenly, stared at you with bleary eyes and began exclaiming “They are coming! They are coming!” If you ventured to ask who were coming? She would get annoyed and yell louder, “THEY ARE COMING.”

 

Social Life

Whenever people worried about those home school kids who have problems socializing… they were talking about me. But luckily Michelle came along to help me navigate the confusing public schoolers social rules. Before she entered the youth group I contented myself with climbing trees to spy on their weird ways unnoticed or read the Bible more during youth events. When she graduated up, we discussed the public schoolers huddles and tried to discover how your broke into them. It was truly perplexing, people walked up and sometimes the group opened to include them and sometimes they remained closed. We tried creeping around the outside of these huddles and that didn’t work. Eventually Michelle decided to take a bolder approach and got a running start. She ran right through the middle of them and to our surprise they opened up like a failed red rover and let her pass straight through before closing up again. She trotted up beside me… “Well that didn’t work.”

But that didn’t last too long for Michelle, by the end of that school year, I was standing by my popular young sister who had amassed an entire group of homeschool friends who were attending our church now due mainly because of Michelle’s influence. There was a large group all in a circle and Michelle was chattering and entertaining them suddenly she stopped noticing that a public schooler had intruded their group standing beside her. She said (sarcastically) “Hey you’re not a home schooler?!” And bumped him out of the circle. Sometimes things come full circle.

 

Movie Short

Michelle, Rebecca and I only attempted two movie shorts. The first was “Odd Anomalies of the Church.” We completed that one and still watch it from time to time. The other we never completed and we lost the tape but I still play it in my mind often. I wrote the outline of the skit and Michelle filled in everything else. We painted Rebecca completely green and put her in my big green sweat shirt. Michelle painted green around her eye and a green splotch the shape of Texas on her stomach. She then proceeded, in a melancholy tone, to the camera, to explain that her and her sister were half alien and half human and had recently been banned from their spaceship home because of something she did. She said, “My sister, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Narf Click Click, Is angry at me for getting us kicked out.” The rest of the skit whenever she talked to Becca’s character without cracking a smile Michelle would call out “ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Narf Click click, please don’t be angry!”

 

The Stage

After Michelle and Becca moved with the parents up too Cincinnati I would come up on breaks to visit and Dad was continually improving the house or yard in some way. One break I came up and he had just installed a platform in the living room in which he was planning to install a wood burning stove on after the next pay check. As we all sat at dinner Michelle commented to Dad, “When are you going to finish building that stove?”

Dad answered sarcastically, “Who said anything about a stove?”

Michelle answered gesturing towards the platform, “Well what is that?! A home Stage?”

Dad answered simply, “Yes.”

Michelle turned Rebecca immediately, “Your puppets can go on tonight, I’ll do interpretive dance tomorrow night.”

 

As Big as My Face

It seemed for a while there people were saying that about everything “Wow That is as big as my face!” Especially when referring to food. Mom plopped a giant baked potato on Michelle’s plate, it was so huge it literally knocked all the other food on the plate off on to the table. Michelle gasped and exclaimed “It’s as big as! AS BIG AS!” She then stuck her face right down on top of it and said coolly, “Yup.”

 

It Bit my Toe!

Rebecca woke up with start, as she heard a sharp yell followed by the disruption of a table in the bathroom connected to the bedroom she and Michelle were sharing at our grandmother’s house for the holidays. She jumped out of bed anxiously and went to the bathroom door to knock, “Michelle, Michelle? Are you okay?” (More shuffling around). Rebecca a little more alarmed, “Michelle! Are you okay?” Michelle flung the door open dramatically, standing in her towel at the door she exclaimed, “It’s in there and it bit my toe!” I woke up when I heard the door creak as they opened up their bed room door beside the air mattress I was sleeping on in the living room. I rolled over and opened one eye to discover both sisters staring at me in an alarmed manner, Michelle in her towel, Rebecca with disheveled bed hair in her pajamas. Me: “What do you want?” Becca: “There’s a lizard in the shower.” Me: “What do you want me to do about it, there are two of you.”  They answered at once: Becca: “I can’t touch a lizard!” Michelle: “It bit my toe!” Michelle apparently saw the lizard in the shower and tried to shoo it into a cup with her foot. The lizard backlashed and latched on to her toe which startled Michelle into falling over backwards out of the shower and on to the furniture against the wall.
 
This was Michelle’s second incident involving a lizard bite. On a youth mission trip, Michelle had attempted to save a lizard who was becoming over heated under a plastic tarp at a worksite. When she got him untangled he thanked her by biting her thumb and then running away with a hunk of Michelle’s skin hanging in his mouth. Michelle was dubbed “Lizzy” the rest of the week.