Easter’s Random Dozen

1. How do you feel about the marshmallow Easter Peeps?
How do I feel about jet puffed food coloring that chews like cardboard? Guess!

2. Chickens are notoriously nervous creatures. When you are nervous, what is the best way to calm down?
Homemade chicken soup — which explains why chickens are nervous.

3. People say, “April showers bring May flowers.” Do you enjoy Spring rains?
I love Spring rains. It is the Spring mud that I am not so fond of.

4. When I was randomly flipping through TV channels this week, I saw a show in which tattoo parlor employees received tattoos of a co-worker’s face on their bodies. I can’t imagine having a portrait of a colleague tattooed on me. But if someone forced you to receive a portrait tattoo (face only) of anyone, who would it be? Why?
Who and where might be a better question, but being a prudent person, I know better than to answer this.

5. Would you rather have a tattoo (any kind) or a nose ring?
Nose ring — I could remove it and it would leave very little trace behind of ever having been. A tattoo is for life.

6. Do you have any special plans for Easter?
Sunrise service, church breakfast, Easter Service. Home. Rest & contemplate.

7. Cadbury Eggs or Reese Eggs?
Yes, please.

8. What was the last thing/person you took a picture of?
Click here to see for yourself!

9. What book are you reading now, or what was the last one?
Now: Kaleidoscope, by Patsy Clairmont
Previously book review

10. What do you think is the most difficult task when it comes to Spring cleaning?
Motivating myself to do it.

11. How many pairs of flip-flops do you own?
None. Amoeba made me abandon most of them in Hawaii, and my most cherished pair finally abandoned me. sigh

12. Which color makes you happiest?

Ryken’s Bible Handbook

A Guide to Reading and Studying  the Bible,
by Leland Ryken, Philip Ryken, & James Wilhoit

The book blurb:

This book gives students of the Bible a quick overview of every book in the Bible. Leland Ryken’s distinctive trait is a literary approach to the Bible–understanding the Bible as literature. The three authors help shed light on understanding the Bible as the inspired Word of God and as literature by looking at the Bible’s different literary genres: poetry, narrative, wisdom literature, story, parables, and more.

The Authors:

Leland Ryken is a professor of literature at Wheaton College and has written several literary books as well as participating in the translation of the English Standard Version of the Bible.

Philip Ryken, Leland’s son, is the senior pastor at Tenth Presbyterian Church in Philadelphia, PA.

James Wilhoit is a professor of Christian education at Wheaton College as well as both author and coauthor of a number of books on Christian spirituality.

My Thoughts:

Ryken’s Bible Handbook is an excellent pre-reading resource for Bible study. It is also an excellent during-reading reference and study outline; AND an excellent after-reading point-by-point review.

The Ryken’s and James Wilhoit have created a consummate reference book in a usable size. The book opens with an over-view of the Bible as a whole. What is it? Why should we study it? How do we know it is true? Then the book goes on the explain the Bible in detail, providing an overview of each book that includes maps, charts, graphs, time lines, and illustrations, as well as key doctrines, key verses, unifying themes, historic detail, and different quotes and perspectives from well known Bible scholars and teachers.

I will not be keeping this book on my reference shelf. It will be right here on top of the desk with my Bible and daily study resources. I am blessed to have this book in my library.

Disclosure of Material Connection:

I received this book free from Tyndale House Publishers. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

I’m On a Roll

Yesterday, I took a big swallow of hot soup. It burned a path from my tongue all the down to my gullet. I instantly set the soup aside and grabbed my beverage for relief.

It offered no relief.  I’d washed the burning soup down with a cup of hot coffee.

Now I am pretty much afraid to move.  I am thinking about booking a vacation. I have a cheap caribbean coupon code — but considering my luck and the spelling on the offer I fear where I might actually end up.

It isn’t just the one incident that made me skeptical though.  On Sunday Amoeba had music practice so he went to church about an hour and a half before I did. I used my time to bustle around the house and tidy up a few things. I made the bed, put in a load of laundry, started the dishwasher and then sat down to read for a bit. Suddenly I realized I had to scoot to get to church on time. I shot out of the house and into the car. The garage door opened onto a very wet world of pouring rain.

I drove to church and parked in the back parking lot, then opened the car door and looked down. Sure enough, I parked next to a mud puddle. I would have to step very carefully.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a lovely chiffon blouse, my black dress slacks, and bright-pink fuzzy bedroom slippers.

There was no time to go home and change. There was no way I was wearing pink fuzzy bedroom slippers to church, and there was no way I was missing the service.

That day I honored the hallowed ground appropriately. If anyone noticed, they never said a word.

So what’s next?  And if stupidity comes in threes, do I really want to find out?

Tales on Tuesday — Dark Shadows

Nessa of, The Chrysalis Stage, hosts a weekly writing theme called Tales on Tuesday.

The idea is to tell a short, short (500 words or less) story based on the week’s theme. To provide us inspiration, each theme will be the title of a TV show. This week’s theme is from the Gothic soap opera, “Dark Shadows” which was popular from 1966 to 1971.  If you wish to play along, please visit Nessa for the list of upcoming themes, and remember, your story does not have to relate to the series.

Bobby stood at the back door with the garbage sack in his hands.  The porch light shone golden to the middle of the yard, then all was dark.  He didn’t want to take the garbage out.  There were too many shadows.  Anything could be hiding there.

“Hey, shut the door, Booby,” Eric, his older brother, called out.

Bobby simmered at the hated nickname but he knew better then to react.  The teasing would only get worse.

Eric barged into the kitchen.  “Is little baby Booby afraid of the dark?”  he sing-songed.  “Here, give me the garbage, coward.”

Eric grabbed the garbage sack, bounded through the door, off the porch, and into the darkness behind the garage.  Bobby waited tense and still.  He knew it was out there.  He wondered if it was afraid of Eric, too.

Bobby heard the garbage can lid rattle open and then rattle closed.  He saw movement in the darkness and Eric emerged from the gloom, but still the darkness swirled and roiled.  “Run!”  Bobby shouted.  Eric only laughed. Bobby held his breath. One more step and Eric would be safe. A dark, snake-like arm lashed out of the shadows and grasped Eric’s ankle.

Eric lurched to the ground clawing at the grass.  Bobby shot from the kitchen and grabbed his brother’s jacket as the dark arm contracted, pulling Eric toward the shadows.  “Hang on!”  Bobby yelled.  “It’s afraid of the light!”  Eric kicked his feet and clung to Bobby.  Both boys shrieked in fear and fury.

Light flared from the house next door and the shadows recoiled.  Old man Bannon stepped onto his back porch.  “You boys do enough caterwauling during the day.  Can’t you shut up at night and let an old man watch TV in peace?”

“Eric and Robert, get in here this minute!” Their mother called.  Both boys dove for the house.

Just before he shut the door Eric looked back and saw the garden hose tangled in the grass.  He reached out and smacked Bobby upside the head.  “Geeze, Booby, you scared me half to death and it was only the stupid hose.  I suppose I better pick it up before dad gets mad.”

Bobby grabbed his arm.  “You’re not going back out there?”

Eric snorted, brushed Bobby’s hand away, and jerked the back door open.  He looked into the yard and paused.  The darkness seethed just beyond the hose.

“You know,” Eric turned to Bobby, “I think I’ll leave the hose till morning.  What do you say we play a video game?”

“Together?”  Bobby asked in surprise.

Eric shrugged.  “Yeah, sure, Bobby.  Why not?”