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A year of reading

I have not often kept a list of books read in a year, but this year I tried to do so. I don't know as if my list is complete because I had to look at two different journals to figure it out. From what I gather, I read 37 books this year. By some standards, 37 books means I'm not a serious reader. That standard is twaddle. I'm a serious reader. 

The first book I finished this year was The Break by Katherena Vermette. It was an excellent book. Vermette is Métis, and from Winnipeg. She is also a poet. It was a book that left me with very vivid mental pictures. I lived in Winnipeg (where the book is set) and her descriptions of the winter took me back to those years.

Unless I finish Re-thinking Baptism before next week, the last book I will finish in 2017 is The Wonder by Emma Donoghue. It was an excellent story. It had lots of surprises, and it was set in Ireland, which I always enjoy.

My favourite fiction book of the year was Barometer Rising by Hugh Maclennan. I can't believe I hadn't read it before. It was suspenseful, and I always enjoy books based on real events. This was set during the Halifax Explosion of 1917.

For favourite theological book, I think I would have to say it was a tie between two J.I. Packer books, 18 Words and Re-discovering Holiness. Packer is always astute, witty, and profound.

The saddest book I read was The Education of Augie Merasty. It is the memoir of an First Nations man who was in a residential school. The co-writer tried to stay as close to the words of Merasty himself, and it makes for a very but stark but compelling read. 

I don't have a list for 2018. I just read what I want to at the moment. As always, my first priority is to read what I have unread on my shelves. In addition to that, my goal is to avoid purchasing books just because everyone says I should read them. I fell prey to that this past year and ended up with a few half completed books. My goals is to enjoy what I read and benefit from it, not be able to say I read x-number of books. Reading takes time, and I like to enjoy a variety of entertainments. I also like a clean house and home cooked food, which also takes time.

Reading is a daily thing for me. I can't remember the last time I went a day without reading (aside from my morning devotions). I'm thankful for a house with books.


Holiday Reading

I'm looking forward to reading for fun. Not that reading this past semester wasn't fun. It was very interesting. However, reading without having to submit a reflection or use it to complete an assignment is always nice. Once Christmas is done with, I have a  couple of weeks and I hope to get a few things read.

Right now, I'm reading Rethinking Baptism: Some Baptist Reflelctions, which is by Stan Fowler. He was my Systematic Theology and Moral Theology professor. He did his doctoral dissertation about Baptist perspectives on baptism, and this is a more popular level book addressing the subject. I have had it for a while, but just had not got around to it.

I also started John Stackhouse's Canadian Evangelicalism in the 20th Century: An Introduction to Its Character. I've had this for a while, too. It's not too late to fit in another book focusing on Canada in this year of Canada 150.

I also plan to read Road to Renewal, which is by Wayne Baxter, my Greek professor. Prayer is something I've been thinking about a lot over this past year. I suppose I could include this as another book for Canada 150, since Dr. Baxter is Canadian.

Because I can't get enough of Hildegard, I'm looking forward to reading Hildegard of Bingen's Medicine. Some of the weird and wacky ways she treated illnesses made me curious for more about this subject.

For comforting, easy to manage bed time reading. I am planning on reading Monk's Hood (still on that Medieval Monastic theme) by Ellis Peters. I really enjoy the Cadfael series of books as well as the television series.

I don't know how much of it I will get into over the holidays, but because my term paper next semester is going to be on the subject of the influence of Menno Simons on Anabaptism, I decided to start early and begin The Complete Writings of Menno Simons. Last semester, I wish I'd started reading Hildegard's own words earlier so that I would have been able to include a wider variety from her in my term paper. This time, I'll start early. I always say that, and I always start early, but I still always find myself working on the paper right up until the end. There must be something helpful about that working under pressure thing.

I'm not going to neglect my Greek, either, over the holidays. I hope to find time for vocabulary review and parsing practice. I recently discovered a really great tool, Daily Dose of Greek. Two minute videos are featured daily, showing a brief exposition of a Greek passage. It is very helpful. It does include material I haven't yet learned, but so far, it's also cemented things I've already learned.

I still have knitting to accomplish before December 25th, and I've been binge watching Vera, one of my favourite British mystery shows. If I finish her before the knitting, I'll find something else from Acorn, where I get my fix of British t.v.

Happy last week before Christmas!


The best female authored book I have read

I'm procrastinating. I should be studying for my Greek quiz. But I saw again the article about the ten books every Christian woman should read, and I was again struck how the list was all female authors. So, really, the article should be about the ten female authored books women should read. I'm going to assume that the writer of the article isn't implying that women should only read female authors.

I thought about the female authors I have read over the years (aside from fiction) and thought about which had left an impact on me. I scanned my shelves and my eye caught the book Reaching Out Without Dumbing Down by Marva Dawn. Dawn is a Lutheran theologian, and not a conservative one. I'm sure that many in Reformed leaning circles or evangelical circles might not like her. But her book made an impact on me. 

I read the book over ten years ago (probably more like twelve) and I don't remember specific elements, but I remember that it changed the way I looked at worship and at the life of the mind. That book in conjunction with David Wells's No Place for Truth: Whatever Happened to Evangelical Theology? was a catalyst toward my embrace of Reformed theology. Perhaps if I read it today, I may not agree entirely with Dawn. When I have more time, I do want to re-read it. But its impact was far beyond remembered phrases, and extended to a change in disposition. I began to lose the fear of asking "Why are we doing this?" Prior to that, I assumed that every authority always knows best. I was in that place where I believed that theology was for the "professionals," and that I could not possibly need to know it myself. When I saw how a woman theologian thinks and writes, I felt a sense of relief, because I realized that I could ask those interior questions out loud.

A few years after I read Dawn's book, I was speaking to a pastor who said some pretty discouraging (and, in retrospect, uncharitable) things about her, so I kept silent about my view of her. I wish I'd had the courage to speak out.

I love to see women write about theology proper. Practical books are always in easy access, but those more theoretical ones by a woman author are not as available. 


Re-visiting Scarlett

When I was 15 years old, a local theatre held screenings of David Selznick's Gone With the Wind, and I went with my mother. Following seeing the movie, I read the book by Margaret Mitchell, and loved it. Over the years, I read it a few more times. Recently, I picked it up again after having watched the movie on TCM.

It's always interesting reading years later a book one loved as a young person. Some reactions are the same, and others are different. I still found the attitude toward the African American population shocking and disturbing. The story really is about Scarlett, and not the slaves, but reading in 2017, one knows of the brutality of slavery. Mitchell's depiction of slavery reflects the reality that she was born only 35 years after the end of the Civil War. She was from Atlanta herself, so she grew up in the culture of Reconstruction. While I cringed at much of what I read, I recognize that the story it is a reflection of its author.

This time around, I saw something else. Scarlett lives in a world where there are clearly defined rules of conduct; rules based entirely on arbitrary judgments, not on any sort of reason, and certainly not based on anything biblical. Scarlett struggles to fit in with other women because she questions the prescribed rules she must follow. Before the war, she accepts them, even while she secretly resents them. After the war, to survive, she must reject those norms. Not only is she engaged in business, but she consorts with Yankees. If that isn't bad enough, she is good at it. Surely, there is something inherently unwomanly about being good at trade. She is outside the circle of acceptable conduct for women, and she is not to be trusted. Women who do not reject those norms judge her:

These women, so swift to kindness, so tender to the sorrowing, so untiring in times of stress, could be as impacable as furies to any renegade who broke one small law of their unwritten code. This code was simple. Reverence for the Confederacy, honor to the veterans, loyalty to old forms, pride in poverty, open hands to friends and undying hatred to Yankees. Between them, Scarlett and Rhett had outraged every tenet of this code.

We have many unwritten codes for Christian womanhood, different depending on which group one belongs to. Women who favour more progressive attitudes have a code and women who are more traditional in their approach have their code. Is it "unwomanly" to love theology as it was "unwomanly" for Scarlett to be good at business? Sometimes, I identify with Scarlett because like her, I am selfish and vain. Other times, I identify with her because I feel frustration that the unwritten codes often have more influence on how women conduct themselves than does biblical teaching.

I don't know how long it will be until I read Gone With the Wind again. But I will read it again. Perhaps if I live to be 80, I'll pick it up again. And I'll be curious about what looks different at that time.


Does summer mean we have more time?

The other day, a friend of Twitter pointed out that summer reading schedules assume that people have more time in the summer to read than at other times of the year. Having been brought up in a family with ties to farming, I have also thought about this notion of "summer reading." Summer, for some people, is actually busier than winter. While churches tend to trim their schedules in the summer, it isn't because we're all farming. Why is there a sense that summer = slowing down?

Of course, when I was a child, there was more time to read in the summer because there was no school. When I became a grown up and had a job, that wasn't true. Especially when I had children, the opposite was true. Having kids home all day and being involved in summer sports meant life was much busier. We did not have the means to take off to the beach or the lake for two weeks. Our family vacations involved travelling across the country to see family. We spent a great deal of time on those vacations running around to ensure we got to see everyone we wanted to see. I am fortunate in that I don't get car sick when I read while travelling, but not everyone can plow through a book while she's on the road. When the kids were in school, even though we homeschooled, I looked forward to the routine of fall.

There does seem to be, however, the notion that summer is time for rest and relaxation. I doubt that was the way of it when we were a more agrarian society. The summer months are time of growth, actually. People planted their vegetable gardens and were busy tending their crops. Winter was the time for rest, when people were able to visit friends and relax. My aunt and uncle, who are only now retiring from farming, never took time off in the summer. In fact, they could not attend my wedding, which was in April, because they had cows calving. They were able to attend my brother's wedding, which was in September, when things slowed down.

Having more time to read in the summer is definitely a luxury. My daughter pointed out recently that people who are financially limited are often also lacking in time as well, so things like a summer off for reading is never going to be a reality. I have been out of school since the end of April, and I don't think I've read more than I normally would; and I don't have outside employment to keep me from doing it. I still have the same hours in the day, and summer means making time for household maintenance that can't be done in winter months. Even when I went on a vacation to see my parents in April, the only time I read for any sustained time was on the plane. 

That said, I do encourage all children who are out of school for the summer to read, and read as much as you can. I loved those lazy afternoons when I could read as long as I wanted. I made a path from my house to the library throughout the summer months. It was a luxury I am thankful I was given. Take the time now, because we don't get any more time in a day as we get older.