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Home for the Holidays

Home for the Holidays

Yesterday, our church body had an all day Christmas party in our new home. The morning service was devoted to praise and thanksgiving for God’s marvelous and miraculous provision of our facility. Community members came in droves for the afternoon open house. Contractors, builders, bankers, and the pastor of the church from which our body was birthed ten years ago, and many more were special guests at the dedication service following the open house. Then we gathered for a feast and fellowship.

The kids ate and played, oblivious to the significance of the moment. Being young, they take miracles in stride. But we older folks, who spent the past ten years waiting and working and wondering and doubting, relished the moment when grace rained down, wetting our cheeks with tears.

Over and over, our guests commented, “This doesn’t feel like a church. It feels like home.” Which made every person on the decorating committee jig with joy because from the very beginning, those talented women said, “We want this place to feel warm and welcoming, like coming home.”

Not an easy task, but with black ceilings (we all thought they were crazy), warm colors on the walls (I was concerned it would be too dark), hubcaps decorating the men’s bathrooms (you have to see it to believe it), a farm theme in the nursery (makes me want to be a kid again), a youth room with neon, blinking palm trees (way cool), a cozy fireside room (the donated leather sofas are so inviting), and a gigantic Christmas tree smack dab in the middle of the foyer (who would think to put the tree in the center of the entry?), they pulled it off.

If you missed the open house, don’t take my word for it. Stop by to see it. We’d love to show you around and tell you the story of how God brought us to our new home just in time for the holidays.

It’s a story to shout from the rooftops, but incredible as it is, it doesn’t hold a candle to the Christmas story. The story of the Son of God, who left his heavenly home to live among men. The story of Jesus, who gave up comfort so he could become our comfort. The story of hope not found in ceilings and walls and hubcaps and leather sofas or in any other earthly thing.

Our hope came down from heaven on the wings of love divine, all love excelling, joy of heaven to earth come down. When that hope enters our trembling heart, we are finally and eternally home for the holidays.

A Little Shellacking Goes a Long Way

A Little Shellacking Goes a Long Way

shellacking: present participle of shel·lac (Verb)
1.   Varnish (something) with shellac.
2.   Defeat or beat (someone) decisively: “they were shellacked in the election”.

First, Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. Now he’s reviving dead language. Our president is proving to be quite the leader, at least in areas he hadn’t planned to pursue.

After his famous admission that the “Democrats took a shellacking” in the midterm elections, media groupies have used the word with the fervor of young adolescents imitating the most popular kid in middle school. According to the Christian Science Monitor, “It was Obama’s use of the word ‘shellacking’ that had the blogosphere talking.”

All I know is that every time I turn on the radio, broadcasters and talk show hosts work the word into their copy. They use it with eagerness and obvious pride, their intonation hinting at their delight and pride in using the same word the coolest guy ever in the White House uses. Pretty cool, huh? Huh?

They’re loving keeping up with the big guy, but I’ve had about had my fill of shellacking. In fact, I haven’t been this fed up with the stuff since the summer of sixth grade. Mom was gone for a week or two, taking graduate classes for her masters degree. In her absence, Dad worried that I wouldn’t have my 4-H project – refinishing an old end table – done for the county fair. So he roped our elderly neighbor into helping me glue and clamp the pieces together. Then Dad wheeled out to the garage to direct the staining, sanding, and varnishing stages.

He had me load the brush a little too heavily, coat after coat, so the shellac formed unsightly runs and ridges. My half-hearted sanding efforts between coats didn’t improve matters. The end result was less than stellar, and project only earned a red ribbon at the county fair. A real shellacking in my blue ribbon family.

To this day, every time I walk by that little end table in our upstairs hall, my shellacking debaucle comes to mind. Makes me wonder if Obama regrets his overloaded word choice as much as I regret overloading the paint brush years ago. Anyway, I think it’s pretty cool that the same word taught me and the big guy the same lesson – albeit through alternate meanings.

A little shellacking goes a long way. And don’t we both know it?

Old Farm Guys on Tractors

Old Farm Guys on Tractors

Most Sundays, reading the opinion pages of the paper is the quickest, dirtiest way to rain on my personal feel-good parade. Public debates have never interested me. Heated, public debates make me want to curl up in a corner and disappear. Political debates seem to be an exercise in futility, and considered by many as permission to engage in name-calling. And from what I’ve observed, name-calling never accomplished anything positive.

So why bother reading the opinion page at all?

Here are a couple reasons. First, to get a sense of prevailing thoughts on hot issues. Second, to become a more informed voter. Third,  because our shrinking state daily rag sometimes includes book and art reviews, which I enjoy, in the opinion section. And fourth, because once in a while, the Iowa View column, written by guest writers, has something good.

Sunday, November 7 was one of those days. What first caught my eye was the photograph accompanying the column. A sucker for pictures of old farm guys in tractors,  I started reading the article by Jennifer Dukes Lee, a former Des Moines Register staff writer and young farm wife.

A summary of the article can’t do justice to its themes of love for the land, grief and sorrow, hope and harvest. No more than a description of the photographs will bring the colors and expressions to life. Instead, go to this link and read the article for yourself. It will put you in the Thanksgiving mode. If you like the article, more of Jennifer’s writing can be found at her blog,http://gettingdownwithjesus.blogspot.com/. Her writing is thoughtful and illustrated with vibrant, and sometimes quirky photographs.

Editors include stories like Jennifer’s draw a certain group of readers – a large, quiet group who don’t like controversy and would never write a letter to the editor – to the Sunday opinion page. Those editors know what they’re doing.

Their ploy worked on me, a sucker for stories about old farm guys on tractors. Does it work on you?

Grammar Geeks, Unite!

Grammar Geeks, Unite!

Can it be? Can it possibly be? In a world replete with tweets and texts and sound bites, is proper grammar making a comeback?

A small flurry of coverage in the media has this grammar geek throwing caution to the wind. Giddy with excitement, I teeter on a dangerous cliff of improper usage: punctuating my inward thoughts with mental exclamation points and dangling my prepositions for the world to see. Naughty, naughty!

The media circus began with the Save the Serial Comma from Extinction Debate. You can read the case for extinction here and compare it to the case against extinction here.

Not a black and white matter at all, is it? No wonder passionate proponents of proper grammar – editors, writers, and teachers – are using the media to raise public awareness and champion their cause. Next thing we know, California’s English majors will propose drafting a proposition and bringing it to a vote.

But even if the Serial Comma Debate cools, grammar will still be the spotlight, at least in the grammatically conscious midwest. The Des Moines Register, Iowa’s biggest newspaper, used a substantial amount of ink on Sunday. An article touted the services of Dr. Grammar, aka Linda Adkins, a mild-mannered University of Northern Iowa (UNI) writing instructor. (If “UNI” rings a bell, their Panther basketball team took down Kansas during March Madness, 2010. Not that I’m bragging or anything.)

In real life, Adkins teaches college writing and research at UNI. But in the virtual world, Dr. Grammar, diagnoses and treats grammar gaffes at the Dr. Grammar website, www.drgrammar.org. If your niggling grammar issue keeps you awake at night, you can click the “ask a question” link on the home page and submit your query to Dr. Grammar.

Now that concept is a media attention grabber guaranteed to trip the trigger of every red-blooded language lover in the US of A. This could become a clarion call, a rallying cry, the dawn of a new era of well-spoken life in our land.

Grammar geeks, unite! The time for well-spoken speech has arrived.

Pretty Selfish

Pretty Selfish

My old stomping grounds, way too close to the McFarthest Spot for comfort, is inching closer to civilization every year. A Facebook friend posted this article from the Billings Gazette about a road project in the southeast corner of Montana. After decades of effort, the last 17 miles of Montana state highway 323 were blacktopped this fall.

The people who live there are ecstatic, as the article makes clear. But my feelings were ambivalent when I first skimmed the article. I realized I didn’t want the quaint corner of the world where Hiram and I lived for seven years, where Allen was born, to change so dramatically. I wanted it to remain exactly the same. No changes. No progress. No easier life for friends who still live in the remotest corner of the south 48 states. How selfish is that?

Pretty selfish.

A more careful reading of the article calmed me down. Highway 323 wasn’t the road I thought had been paved, but a good distance west of Camp Crook, South Dakota where we lived. (Camp Crook was 3 miles east of the Montana border and 20 miles south of the North Dakota border, in case you wondered.) So progress isn’t nipping at its heels with the immediacy I imagined. So I breathed easier. How selfish is that?

Pretty selfish.

Funny how the progress I wished for when we lived there – paved roads, more people, easier access to civilization –  saddens me now.  But isn’t that human nature? Always wishing for a better future and idealizing the the hardships others wrestle daily, the hardships I left behind several decades ago? How selfish is that?

Pretty selfish.

So instead of wishing for the future, I’ll try to wrap my head around the present: a paved road all the way from Alzada to Ekalaka (don’t you love those names?) before my next trip out west. Can’t wait to see it!

Take That, You Young Whippersnappers

Take That, You Young Whippersnappers

Hiram and I really enjoyed listening to one of Terri Gross’s interviews on Fresh Air a few months ago. Her guest was Barbara Strauch, the health and medical science editor at The New York Times and author of the new book, The Secret Life of the Grown-Up Brain.

We liked the interview because Strauch listed several ways middle-aged brains function better than teen brains. Now that we’re merrily tripping through our fifties, we appreciate hearing how we can still outperform our twenty-something children. Take that, you young whippersnappers!

Here are some snippets from the interview transcript.

GROSS: Are there processes that improve in the middle-aged brain?

Ms. STRAUCH:  We think we’re sort of the smartest in college or graduate school or whatever, and when they do the tests they find that’s not true in many areas, including reasoning, inductive reasoning – we are better than we were in our 20s. And there’s a whole host of areas where they’re finding that we actually improve in middle age, over our, you know, our 20-something selves, and it’s extremely encouraging. We are better at getting the gist of arguments.

When you’re younger, you may, I mean this is a very simple example but, you may be better at remembering a list of fruit: bananas, oranges, whatever, grapes. But when you’re older, as you get older, you’re better at recognizing categories. Oh, those are all fruit. Or oh, those are all vegetables. And we’re much better at sizing up situations. They find that we’re better at things like making financial decisions. It reaches a peak in our 60s. Social expertise, in other words, judging whether someone’s a crook or not a crook, also improves and peaks in middle age….

GROSS: And you mentioned that there’s, you know, a, I guess a physiological explanation for it. It’s called bilaterization, that middle-aged people are better able to use two sides of their brain instead of one when thinking through a problem. Would you explain?

Ms. STRAUCH: When you’re younger you use one side of your brain to learn something and another side of the brain to recall it. And as you age, they watched people use both sides of their brain for both tasks. And originally, they thought uh-oh, this must mean bad things. It must mean that there’s some deficit somewhere, and these people, they’re really trying to figure it out. And there was some concern because people with Alzheimer’s will use sometimes more parts of their brain to try to do simple tasks that they could use with one part of their brain before.

But what they’re finding is, the people who use as they age, two parts of their brain rather than one to do a task that they used to be able to do with one, are really the people who are functioning the best in terms of cognitive function….

If it is something that calls for our frontal cortex to do the tasks that we want to do, then you’ll see, as you age, people calling on two parts. We have two sides to our brain – right and left – and if they call on two parts of their frontal cortex to do a task, they can usually perform it better. If it’s something that they usually don’t need their frontal cortex for, you’ll find that people who are really cognitively better than others will go in and reach for that frontal cortex to help them do whatever they need to do.

And they think that basically, the people who are used to reaching up and getting some of that high-power brain juice, really, they find correlations with education. The higher-educated people are better at doing that. They find people who maybe have more efficient brains, through genetics or whatever, are better at doing that. And what they’re trying now to do, actually, is teach people to use two parts of their brain to call on their frontal cortex more. And that’s why you get all these efforts to try to push the brain – as you get older – to try and make it work really hard.

And what they’re trying to do is get you to use more of your brain and keep using more of your brain, so that your brain doesn’t get into a rut and go fallow, or call on that frontal cortex more so those pathways are clear and you have it there when you need it….

GROSS: In your book you mention that exercise and oxygen can be helpful for memory.

Ms. STRAUCH: Yes. If there’s a star in aging brain research, it is probably exercise. The best data is with exercise and across the board they find that if the brain needs anything, it is very much like the heart and it needs blood. It needs to circulate – the blood needs to be circulated. It needs oxygen. And so when they do the studies, from rats to humans, about vigorous exercise, they find that it improves cognitive function across the board. And they’re finding now, as they look inside brains, it creates new baby brain cells. Something they didn’t…

GROSS: Exercise?

Ms. STRAUCH: Yes. Something they didn’t think happened in the grown-up brain at all. So you get better. You get bigger brain volume if you exercise, and it seems to last. So there’s no question that, sadly, exercise works in terms of keeping your brain in better shape. So that one is studied probably the best out of all the things you can do.

GROSS: When we say exercise, what are we talking about? Does it have to be like lifting heavy weights and, you know, doing all the machine stuff in the gym? Are we talking about walking every day? What are we talking about?

Ms. STRAUCH: Well, some of the studies – Art Kramer, University of Illinois, has found that people who simply walked around a track three times a week, you know, at a certain pace were better off than others. Walking, anything aerobic is considered quite good. You can’t – it’s probably best not to sort of take a stroll, but actually get your heart pumping. That’s really what you want. Just as you were thinking about what do I need to do for my heart, think about the fact that you should do that also for your brain.

To learn more, go to this link at www.npr.org. You’ll find a related article, the entire transcript, or downloadable audio version are available. And strut your stuff by sending the link to your kids, too. They need to know how smart we are, don’t you think?