Ministry and writing updates

On beginning a ministry in the Loop area, I met with a college student who goes to our church. T and I sat down and brainstormed ideas for the college ministry we would like to start. I am going to be contacting Roosevelt University about reserving a room and how we put up flyers to advertise the group. Our tentative start date is October 20. We have decided to focus on homelessness since that is a big issue here and the prophets and Jesus has plenty to say about taking care of the poor and oppressed. I will also be contacting ministries like Pacific Mission Garden to found out about volunteer opportunities for the group.I am also going to start going to different services in this area and setting up times to talk with pastors. I want to see how they are ministering to the people here. I also want to know what they think the felt needs of the area are. I’m also hoping to learn some of the history of the area as well. I will be going to an Eucharist Service at Grace Episcopal Church tomorrow at noon. Sunday I will be attending Willow Creek’s satellite church that meets at Roosevelt’s Auditorium Theater.

The next step I plan on taking is starting a Bible Study that will meet at one of the coffee houses in the area. I will put up flyers at the coffee shops, in my building, and any other community bulletin board I can find. I want to gear the Bible study to what would interest people who live here, which is why I want to know what pastors think people need and are looking for in this area.

On the writing front, I am writing an article for Credo, the Nazarene magazine for teens. If it goes well, I might writing regularly for them. First I have to see if I can actually write the age group. And they gave me a whopper of a topic: A Christian Response to Global Violence. Work on the Career Women of the Bible book proposal has kind of come to a stop with everything going on. I am hoping to get back on track with that later this week.

Blogging Hiatus

My husband is ill right now, which is why I have not been posting. He has doctors’ appointments this next week, so I doubt I will be posting for at least another week. Please keep us in your prayers. If you would like more information, please email me.

Shawna

Madeline L'Engle's Death

Because my in-laws were here, I missed that Madeline L’Engle had passed away. Oh my. I first heard A Wrinkle in Time read aloud by my teacher in the third grade. As she read the classroom disappeared, and the world of Meg, Charles Wallace, and Calvin became more real than the desk I sat at. When I found out there were more books, I went to the school library, checked out, and promptly read A Wind in the Door and A Swiflty Tilting Planet (Many Waters would not appear until my sophmore or junior year of high school).

After 4 1/2 years of college and 4 years of seminary with nearly no fiction reading through that time, I went back to Madeline to recapture the wonder, whimsy, and sheer imagination that has always been inside me, but was buried for far too long. Madeline, C. S Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkein, and J. K. Rowling helped me remember that imagination and wonder were vital to the soul. No wonder my soul had dried up in my years of academia where everything was explored, explained, and parsed. No wonder, my mystery, no imagination. Theological education needs an overhaul. Not that I didn’t receive a good education–I did. But inspirational and imaginative, it was not. I remember that before all my education, I learned most of my theology in novels. I have returned to that practice. In fact, Madeline said it best: “Faith is best expressed in story.” Amen Madeline. May your faith, imagination, and introspection light up heaven as it has lit up earth. Rest in peace.

Here is Madeline’s obituary from the AP with a very big and grateful hat tip to Kathleen Falsani for posting this on her blog (I also swiped the picture from her).

HARTFORD, Conn. — Author Madeleine L’Engle, whose novel ”A Wrinkle in Time” has captivated generations of schoolchildren and adults since the 1960s, has died, her publicist said Friday. She was 88.

L’Engle died Thursday at a nursing home in Litchfield, said Jennifer Doerr, publicity manager for publisher Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

The Newbery Medal winner wrote more than 60 books, including fantasies, poetry and memoirs, often highlighting spiritual themes and her Christian faith.

For many years, she was the writer in residence and librarian at the Episcopal Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine in New York City.

Although L’Engle was often labeled a children’s author, she disliked that classification. In a 1993 Associated Press interview, she said she did not write down to children.

”In my dreams, I never have an age,” she said. ”I never write for any age group in mind. … When you underestimate your audience, you’re cutting yourself off from your best work.”

”A Wrinkle in Time” — which L’Engle said was rejected repeatedly before it found a publisher in 1962 — won the American Library Association’s 1963 Newbery Medal for best American children’s book. Her ”A Ring of Endless Light” was a Newbery Honor Book, or medal runner-up, in 1981.

In 2004, President Bush awarded her a National Humanities Medal.

Keith Call, special collections assistant at Wheaton College in Illinois, which has a collection of L’Engle’s papers, said he considers her the female counterpart of science fiction author Ray Bradbury because people loved her personally as much as they loved her books.

”She was tremendously important initially as a children’s book author, and then as she wrote meditative Christian essays, that sort of expanded her audience,” he said. ”She spoke exactly the way she wrote, very elegant, no nonsense, crisp, and deeply spiritual.”

”Wrinkle” tells the story of adolescent Meg Murry, her genius little brother Charles Wallace, and their battle against evil as they search across the universe for their missing father, a scientist.

The brother and sister, helped by a young neighbor, Calvin, and some supernatural spirits, must pass through a time travel corridor (the ”wrinkle in time”) and overcome the ruling powers on a planet with a totalitarian government reminiscent of George Orwell’s ”1984.”

”A Wrinkle in Time” exposes readers to the words of great thinkers, as its characters quote Shakespeare, the Bible, Euripides, Dante and others.

L’Engle followed it up with further adventures of the Murry children, including ”A Wind in the Door,” 1973; ”A Swiftly Tilting Planet,” 1978, which won an American Book Award; and ”Many Waters,” 1986.

”A Ring of Endless Light,” 1980, is part of another L’Engle series, the Austin family books. In all, there were nine Austin books from 1960 to 1999, and eight Murry books from 1962 to 1989, many featuring a grown-up, married Meg and Calvin and their children.

Among L’Engle’s memoirs are ”The Summer of the Great-Grandmother” in 1974, about life at the family home in Connecticut. The great-grandmother is L’Engle’s own mother; the story deals with L’Engle’s memories and emotions as her mother dies at age 90.

After Harry Potter mania swept the world of children’s literature, ”A Wrinkle in Time” was often cited as a precursor or, for frantic Potter fans, something to read while waiting for their hero’s next installment.

L’Engle told Newsweek in 2006 that she had read one Potter book and, ”It’s a nice story but there’s nothing underneath it. I don’t want to be bothered with stuff where there’s nothing underneath.”

Born Madeleine L’Engle Camp in 1918, L’Engle graduated from Smith College in 1941 and worked as an actress in New York City. There, she met her future husband, Hugh Franklin, an accomplished stage actor who became known later for his portrayal of Dr. Charles Tyler on the soap opera ”All My Children.”

In 1945, her first book, ”The Small Rain,” was published; she and Franklin married the following year. They moved to Connecticut in 1951 and for several years, the couple ran a general store to make ends meet.

They had a son, Bion, and two daughters, Josephine and Maria. The couple had adopted Maria after her parents, who were friends of theirs, died.

The family later moved back to New York; Franklin died of cancer in 1986. Her son died in 1999 at age 47.

Update

My in-laws were here for a visit, and I have been offline since Thursday. I have now moderated comments and will resume regular blogging. I hope everyone had a good weekend.

Shawna

Poetry: Mythic Memories

“Mythic Memories”

I have mythic memories.
An arrow let loose.
A foe defeated.
I remember seeing things I can’t see now.
I remember my senses heightened and much more attune.
I remember my heart sending powerful blood rushing through my veins as I tracked and could sense the presence of the enemy.
A warrior born out of time.

I have mythic memories.
Rose petals in water.
Flickering candlelight and rose-scented water.
Hair cascading down my back.
Silk falling off my shoulder, pearls around my throat.
I remember midnight breezes in moonlit gardens.
I remember nymphs dancing in streams and the feeling of grass and moss under my back.

In the place between sleeping and dreaming I remember.
I remember being
A warrior and a lady.
A fighter and a lover.
Strong and beautiful.
I remember a graceful strength I used wisely.
I remember when I held a tenuous balance with elegant poise between the worlds of love and war.

© 2004 Shawna Renee Bound

Fun: The Grooming of the Hairy Beast

Yes, it was time to get out the wipes, claw clippers, brush, and very cool razor that cuts under the top layer of hair. The Hairy Beast was corralled between the two us as I first took off close to a half-pound of hair, dust, and dander with the handy-dandy razor. She tried to escape three times, but The Hubby of the Swift Hands caught her, and she was contained each time. Then it was on to the cat wipes, which help keep the dander down and moisturizes her skin (assuming any of it can get to her skin through the hair that was left). One attempted escape. Hairball contained. Then we moved on to the brush. Yet more hair came off. Then the Hairy Beast’s absolutely favorite part of grooming: clipping her claws. The Hubby has to hold her for this, and I fight her after each nail is clipped. Much wriggling and loud meowing ensued, but we got the job done. We released the Hairy Beast, who then spent the next four hours under the bed. She has come out to eat. The Hubby put down treats for her, and lured her out for some hunting. She has been out once since. But has not come up on the bed. I suspect she will not come up on the bed until after we are in bed, and she is sure all is safe. And although, she is still a Hairy Beast, she’s not near as hairy. Her coat is a glossy black and shines. She looks very, very pretty. I told her this. She gave me the evil eye and went back under the bed. Aaah, cats, you gotta love them.