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Tag: writing
Advent Reflection
In past years I’ve focused on Advent here at the blog during this time of year.
Celebrating the season this way has been a recent addition. It’s something I didn’t know about when I was growing up and have found it a rich inclusion for not just me but from my family also. It has added to my spiritual awareness and created a way to better prepare the manger of my heart for the gift of Grace personified.
To find some other previous reflections that may interest you further, please do a search in the sidebar search field for “Advent”.
Although I will not be writing too many public reflections here related to Advent this year, I will be doing a personal Advent retreat and gathering up those things in my heart.
For now, I want to share a quote I found that seemed to have significance for me and I hope that you will too.
This is the perfect time to awaken.
Be blessed and may gratitude sustain your joy all through this season.
“Our spiritual life depends on [God’s] perpetual coming to us, far more than on our going to him. Every time a channel is made for him he comes; every time our hearts are open to him he enters, bringing a fresh gift of his very life, and on that life we depend. We should think of the whole power and splendor of God as always pressing in upon our small souls.”
–Evelyn Underhill
Is there something specific you can do to make this time of year more spiritually rich? If you can think of something, please share it in the comments.
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Essay: Is Blogging like Ginsberg’s “Howl” and Nano Pop?
It seems like good writing, the kind of rewrites, and reflection, and deliberation is in short supply, chiefly in the blogosphere and the slapdash sphere of most internet magazines. This post will reflect that flavor too. It will seem to you to (mostly) mirror what I am critiquing. It may seem instant or undercooked. It is caught in the vortex of the medium. I won’t pretend otherwise.
But, it’s also a start.
Blogs, we recall were so-named as a combination (or perhaps even slang) of the words Website and Log. An online record of passing thoughts captured in 1s and 0s for internet reader consumption. Outdated posts not recycled as fish wrapper but buried deep under a mountain of newer posts, like digital tels. The more content the more recognition, so say the experts. Plus, the all-important the SEO. We can’t forget that.
Or, at the very least blogs were and are a chance to make a mark on the world, or to a few friends with knowledge of your URL. Are they more than this? Are they less? (You can tell me in the comments section. I’m working the system.)
The Heights
And we have too-often elevated them to a place inappropriate. At times confusing there position–determining what is prolific to be paramount. Though airy they shimmy under their own weight more than they don’t. But with their own magic, they may sting or bite. They may incite vibrant feuds that recall schoolyard antics–digital spilt lips. They may seem like a sand lot variety of King of the Mountain, riffing on zingers and cultural assertions. Though not long after, they reek of the “My dad can beat up your dad!” slurs. And these too gain vigor as referenced links in posts fueling more of the same. (I won’t give you links. You probably already know of some.)
Blog posts, plentiful like the sands on our cultural shore-scape have piled up like dunes but don’t seem to become a bulwark–an art form like a Pulitzer article, or piece of superb literature, or even a good film. There are some rare exceptions and there are some blog postings that somehow change lives.
More often though something vital is traded for the speed and convenience of the quick write-up. I’m stating the obvious, right?
What is it really?
Like instant coffee, the full-bodied flavor textures and aromas of this medium don’t quite work. Chronically under-brewed, the bulk of the speedily-penned internet articles too reveal not just slapped together writing but the slapped-together thinking ungirding it. We are awash in sloppiness. I don’t exclude myself either.
The passion and angst of any given post may drown out this feature and we may be convinced that we have meat to chew on, that is, until we read really good writing.
Maybe a precise poem, birthed not just from suffering or bliss or insight but from the careful gathering of words like seed beads and the arranging of them like art and embellished patterns on a long gown of societal topography.
Maybe a travel article written not for the rushed, tired, and ravenous tourist consumer, but for the person who truly wonders about other cultures and ways of being human in distant regions. A piece of craft that may include the underlying philosophies escaping the mind of a deeply thoughtful and curious person who can and does take the time. Here there is peace of a certain kind that never makes its way properly to Facebook.
Survival
Will the banter or the sarcasm of blogging (and commenting) last through the arc of observable time, at all?
Will it survive weeks, years, decades, after the refinement of reflection and chronological distance makes its way down through it like canyon whitewater? Or will blog posts be captured digital bits of immature polemics, impolitic reverie, and dated fervor of a begone time, like Allen Ginsberg ‘s once criminally obscene 1955 poem Howl reads for us now? A once-debauched and revolutionary vocalization now a kind of caricature of a ruckus time; now a relic of a frenzied, outlying beat–a strange light from a olden day.
Will blogging be frittered like a summering free-love hippie of this time in the Connection and Communication Age, rendered not in the insensate fog of drugs, but in the fever of hot blithering and the lechery of notoriety.
What will be the classic (masterly) posts of blogs from our era, if any? What will be the wheat amongst all the gusting chaff?
Where will there be instead that lasts? Perhaps commentaries well-researched and produced in a arduous string of revisions and heartache and a probing of not just of the topic by of the writer’s own inner world. Questions and ideas that could perhaps give voice to something true, useful, universal and somehow everlasting? The shoulders to stand on.
Archival
Will blog posts be like cultural postcards, the scraps from a newly-formed, digital age whose populace didn’t yet crave more than boilerplate reports and passing thoughts? Tweets like echoes of something that mattered. Facebook the endless ticker cataloguing our lives in bits and bytes.
What, if anything, in this blogosphere and this ephemeral epoch will collese and age like well-kept merlot for future readers in future times? Things truly enjoyable and worth saving? Something, say, for high school English classes to ponder 20 years removed?
The postings might go bleached like Polaroids, capturing in anemic hues a snap swatch; the evanescent blush of the solipsistic maiden: the early 2000s cultural zeitgeist.
Not Warhol’s Pop but something slimmer.
To coin a term: Nano-Pop.
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I’d love your links to blog articles that you feel will not just stand the test of time, but may well be considered paragon of blog posting as a literary art form in our times. If you can find any, please put them in the comments section.
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Thanks for reading today.
-Lisa
Evangelized by a Rat Terrier: Communicating Faith with a Bared Belly
Today is Halloween and this book is a murder, thriller, in the religious dramatic fiction….hum.
Spook-tacular!
Today’s post is part of a blog tour Erin McCole-Cupp!
Erin is a talent writer and a helpful friend of mine. I got a copy of her new book that has done amazingly well on Amazon!
I was thrown back to the 80s—like in a totally awesome way.
(ya catch that!)
She’s stopping by today on her interweb book tour with a great story about her doggie superstar Sigma and a bit about her new book.
Now–Enter, Erin…
Thanks for hosting me, Lisa! See, dear reader, Lisa and I go way back—way back to the 1990s, when the internet was something viewed on a black screen in tiny pinpoints of green light. Lisa knew me through my first conversion, the one where I became a Christian, but I’m not sure she knows about my second, far more recent conversion: that from cat person to dog person—and more specifically to a small dog person.
In Lisa’s latest (and wonderful) book Dog in the Gap, she wrote a chapter called “Taming,” in which she discusses how we humans are tamed by dogs. She writes that the mutual process of caring and being cared for by a dog, “…can, if we let it, carry over into our other relationships–this sacred act of taming each other. Instead of tolerating each other, we go further in.”
I experienced this, more specifically what Lisa identifies in that same chapter as “mutuality,” starting this past Spring. We were thinking about getting a second cat…
…because this one doesn’t like us.
When we arrived at the local shelter, we were shocked to find their cat residence virtually empty. Apparently we’d arrived before the bumper crop of abandoned kittens was due.
“Well, let’s go say ‘hi’ to the dogs,” my husband said. We went through the kennel and one of the residents made our youngest stop in her tracks. She pointed and shrieked with delight.
“Tiny dog! Tiny dog!”
Ugh. I’d always called small dogs “hors d’oeuvres” or “light snacks,” good for nothing but barking at all hours. And who on earth would want a tiny ball of noise called a rat terrier? No. Thank. You. Still, for the sake of the kids, I gave in to a “visit” with the little guy, assuming he’d annoy them so much that they’d see some sense and we’d come back in a few weeks for our kitten.
When the shelter volunteer brought him in to us she warned, “Now don’t expect too much, because he’s pretty shy and takes a long time to warm up to–“
The little blur dashed in, threw himself down in front of us all, belly up for scratching. His tongue lolled out. He was smiling.
“—new people,” the worker finished. “Wow! Look at that!”
We did not choose Sigma. Sigma chose us.
What did he do next that won me over? Funny enough, it was the barking. He barks less than I expected a little dog to bark, but when he does bark, it’s because he is trying to protect our pack. Stranger at the door? Get away! Stranger approaching while the kids walk him? Stay back! Is a friend yelling near me, his Mommy? Yowwowwowwowwow! You’re not allowed to bark at her! Rat terriers are known for being wary of strangers and protective of their territory. We belong to him.
The most precious example of this I can give is the time a relative stranger accidentally tripped over my middle child’s feet. Before he could apologize, Sigma jumped up, tapped the guy’s shins with both front paws, and gave a low warning bark. Do not hurt her! She is under my protection!
As I apologized, the perceived “offender” said, “Don’t apologize. That’s the kind of dog you want taking care of your kids.”
I’ve had a dog before. I’ve never before had a dog who would clearly give his life for mine and my family’s. I’ve read about heroic dogs before, but part of me always thought those were melodramatic stories made up to fill dead air on morning radio shows. Now that I’ve seen the active loyalty of a dog, I can believe that those stories are real. Siggie believes that we are worth heroic effort.
Sigma chose us. We belong to him. He believes we are worth heroic effort. If “evangelization” means at its root “to bring a message,” Sigma has done just that. He won me over specifically, not because of anything he demanded of me but because of my value to him, just as I am. He was the first pet with which (with whom? hm) I’ve experienced the “mutuality” that Lisa talks about in Dog in the Gap. Yes, we feed him, walk him, rub his belly, anoint him with flea and tick preventative, and throw tennis balls around for him. But he does for us, too.
I don’t know about you, but when I think of “evangelist,” someone on a stage comes to mind. Someone with a podium and a microphone, slathering at the mouth with the Fire of the Spirit, hair gone wild with all the thrashing about he’s done, all in the name of igniting in his listeners the furious love of Christ. Cerebrally, I know that’s not the only way to share the faith, but my tiny human brain didn’t have room for any more concrete image… until a “Tiny dog! Tiny dog!” came into my family and made us a pack. Our “Siggie Baby” is not powerful or smart or eloquent. His evangelization of me was never about him; it was about showing me what I was worth to him.
That’s such a small way of reaching out, but it’s a genuine way that you don’t need a degree or an agent or a microphone to share. We can—no, we must show others that someone on earth thinks they are worth choosing, worth claiming in love, and worth heroic effort. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful, charming way to entice others into seeing that the Body of Christ is a pack worth joining? After all, don’t we Christians occasionally find ourselves perceived as slobbery, barking hors d’oeuvres?
So how do you dash out of your shelter and show others the vulnerable, bared-belly love of Christ? Lisa and I tend to bare the bellies of our imaginations: we write, thus inviting you into the very brains and hearts where we (try, at least) to make a home for Him. I took particular delight in writing the character Cate Whelihan in Don’t You Forget About Me specifically because she espouses so many things that I think are, well, not so good for us.
I love Cate because she’s part of my pack, and, just like so many real humans I love just because they’re loveable, not because they agree with me.
I know I need to do that more in my real life, outside of my head. I need to show, not tell, the people I love that I choose them, that they are part of my pack, and that they are worth heroic effort. If the Son of God can do that for me—for every single one of us—and I’m supposed to be following Him, then I kinda don’t have an excuse to keep it in all my head anymore.
Do you?
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Thanks, Erin!
If you are interested in the book, and gosh, you should be! Purchasing info is here. The Kindle edition is available now. The paperback will be available on November 1st (2013).
There’s also a Goodreads giveaway running now through November 15, so you can enter to win a paperback of Don’t You Forget About Me at this link.
Bounce…Bounce… “OINK” [State of the Blogosphere]
“Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.”
Matthew 7:6 from Jesus‘s Sermon on the Mount.
Today, the people who haunt the blogs and freely spew their criticisms are known as trolls and I think there is a spot on parallel with that phenomenon and the point of this scriptural adage.
Here’s how the urban dictionary puts it:
troll
One who purposely and deliberately (that purpose usually being self-amusement) starts an argument in a manner which attacks others on a forum without in any way listening to the arguments proposed by his or her peers. He will spark of such an argument via the use of ad hominem attacks (i.e. ‘you’re nothing but a fanboy’ is a popular phrase) with no substance or relevence to back them up as well as straw man arguments, which he uses to simply avoid addressing the essence of the issue.
Not too many people troll around at this blog and make a mess. But once in a while. It’s not too often that I pontificate on a controversial topic. However, many do. I was at a blog recently where there were a few trolls about and the topic was a disputed sort. Antagonistic little buggers, cloaked (quite conveniently!) in anonymity were pig piling, gorging themselves on accusations and generally being unpleasant and ill-reasoned. (Note that Trolls tote suitcases! They are filled with lots of emotional contents. Baggage. The more baggage there is the more the trollish nature flares up.)
So, it reminded me of the deeper phenomenon, shown in the “pearls and swine” reference.
Rather than readers contemplating or valuing the expertise in any way, I heard the sounds, “Bounce, bounce, “oink!”
So why is that? And why pigs and dogs?
In the Middle East in Jesus’ time, dogs were rarely lovable pets (except maybe to a few the royal class who had time to breed and train them to be lap dogs or sporting dogs that were kept outside and used for hunting). They were not as we tame to be and treat them today. At best they guarded the property, lived on scraps and barked at strangers. Most had bad habits, went scrounging around like tenacious vultures with paws, and would ingest anything, like dead and rotting carrion. Frequently they’d get sick on the stuff and vomit. Then they would eat that too. Yuck.
They were cited in Biblical times as a cautionary tail…er…tale.
Proverbs 26:11As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly.
Pigs fit in the same category. Most people assume that the ancient world couldn’t prepare a delicious and diesease-free pork entrée. Not so. In ancient Summer, pigs were eaten frequently (like me, they adored bacon perhaps). But, in Egypt swine were considered gross and vile. This sentiment seemed to filter into the Levitical laws for the Hebrews who would have been exposed to that cultural norm and largely imitated those dietary preferences. That meant Pigs=yuck. Dogs too.
Even now, dogs and swine both are in the habit of eating most anything and undervaluing certain precious things, jewelry from instance. They will even eat their own excrement, so I’m told. Omnivores indeed! I can vouch for the the fact on dogs, but I have little experience with pigs. Nevertheless, both have undiscriminating tastes, or they have discriminating tastes that are arbitrary and illogical. They also write the worst restaurant reviews.
If a hungry dog or pig, especially if it is untamed, from the wild, and thinks you have food, it will take you out and gobble it up and maybe a few of your fingers too. (I saw Bear Grylls wrestle a Razor Back once.) Best not to bring true valuables to the barnyard or wilderness.
This leaves us with a problem as writers or even as blog comment-writers. Do we bother writing for the public with so many pigs about? With so many unappreciative trollers who are ready to eat us alive, we often end up writing for the folks who won’t value it. I can see why writers close down their comments sections. Pigs and trolls and dogs appear to have a lot of time on their idle hands!
But finding the right audience is hard, even among our friendships.
A friend of mine said something like, “When I write I think about what you’ll think; and if you’ll think it’s good or not. I don’t like the idea of you not liking it.” I told her, “Well, if I don’t like it, then it wasn’t written for me–it was written for someone else, and that’s fine.”
We aren’t writing for everyone. We are writing for the people who are ready and able to hear us, best.
If pigs or dogs eat your pearls, remember that the jewelry was never for them anyway. They trampled you down because they don’t know any better and they couldn’t comprehend the value you offered. Hold the hope that you will find those who see your pearls for what they are: valuable.
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