Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

May I Recommend...


...reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde on a rainy May afternoon with a cup of cinnamon apple tea?

I enjoy my days off.

But Stevenson's book isn't a mindless read by any means, for Stevenson explores the depravity of mankind. He explores the evil side of man

"...all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone, in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil."

Henry Jekyll says, "I was plunged into a kind of wonder at my vicarious depravity. This familiar that I called out of my own soul, and sent forth alone to do his good pleasure, was a being inherently malign and villainous . . . "

Evil can so easily consume without the Grace of Jesus. This book has given me a renewed appreciation for this grace, grace so freely given. Only in Jesus are we free from the bondage of sin and evil that threatens to snuff out the Henry Jekyll and succumb to Mr. Hyde. Literature does indeed delight and instruct, and for that I am grateful.

One more thing. Let me share a link that I have recently found. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have lately...

http://www.moodyradio.org/brd_ProgramMainPage.aspx?id=7058


Oh, and P.S. I'm attempting to make soft pretzels tonight...wish me luck! (If they turn out I'll post pictures and all that jazz)

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Clearly ambiguous.

I just finished reading a book. Not for school, not for class, just for me. I liked it even more than I liked the title when I chose it from the library shelf. I chose it partially because of the title and the name of the author: Annie John by Jamaica Kincaid. Isn't that lovely? She's the kind of author that writes so that I feel like the person in the book. I could have been Annie. I could have grown up with a mother like hers who believed in spirits and washed clothes by hand in the front yard sunshine.
The story was messy like life is, and wasn't tied up neatly at the end. I like that in books, because real life isn't a happy ending. It's hurt and pain and joy and laughter all mixed together.


Among other things, I made spaghetti sauce from scratch this afternoon. It's simmering on the stove and I'm about to go eat some and watch the sun set :)