A Hand of Kindness

October 17, 2010

I want to spend my next few blog posts focusing on grace – as a practice for myself, and for the sake of others who, like me, need constant reminders of how relentless, how limitless, and how totally sufficient God’s grace is.

I’ll start by sharing these song lyrics that have been running through my head all day. The song is by Bob Bennett, a singer-songwriter my parents really enjoyed when I was growing up. His songs have stuck with me, and I still think he’s an amazing lyricist.

 

Hand of Kindness*

I’ve no need to be reminded

Of all my failures and my sins

For I can write my own indictment

Of who I am and who I’ve been

I know that grace by definition

Is something I can never earn

But for all the things that I may have missed

There’s a lesson I believe that I have learned

There’s a hand of kindness

Holding me, holding me

There’s a hand of kindness

Holding me, holding onto me

Forgiveness comes in just a moment

But sometimes the consequences last

And it’s hard to walk inside that mercy

When the present is so tied up to the past

In this crucible of cause and effect

I walk the wire without a net

And I wonder if I’ll ever fall too far

But that day has not happened yet

And in the raven dark

There shines a distant light

It seems to point at me

It burns away the night

Familiar figure on horizon

Moving closer now I see

His heart is shining like the sun

And He is reaching out for me

With a hand of kindness

He’s holding me, holding me

There’s a hand of kindness

Holding me, holding onto me

Holding on … a hand of kindness

 

*from the album Small Graces


Home-Making

September 29, 2010

I spent time this afternoon cleaning my apartment. I had a few hours to myself, and I did some laundry, some thorough vacuuming and dusting, and a few other chores. The result was that, at the end of the day, my living room and bedroom looked better than they have in quite a while. I’ve been busy lately and haven’t really been able to venture past straightening and tidying to really cleaning. But today I got to clean, and it felt good.

Sometimes household chores seem endless. They seem like a hindrance to creativity, because they take so much time. A lot of days, I don’t feel like doing them at all. But some days, like today, I take joy in these tasks because I see the result: my work helps my home become a space of peace and beauty.

I like the term homemaking. Probably because I love home and I love making. Doing the dishes every day, changing the bed sheets, scrubbing the bathtub – all these tasks are part of making a home. That thought encourages me; it helps me remember that time spent cooking and cleaning is not time lost to creativity. In its own way, homemaking is creative work.

This song has been my working song for the past several months. It reminds me that everyone has daily tasks to accomplish – tasks that will have to be performed all over again the next day. We can whine about it, or we can “sing for the beauty that’s to be found.” I’d rather sing.


Back to Blogging

September 14, 2010

Well. It has been a long time since I last blogged. Over the past few months, I’ve been adjusting to working full-time again, and it’s been a challenge to find my balance and to make time and space for creativity. But I think I’m getting there.

I actually think that having a regular routine can be great for creativity. And it’s often while I’m doing other daily tasks that I have the ideas that later become creative projects. When I’m busy, the problem is not lack of inspiration; it’s the difficulty of carving out time to actually sit down and write, or sit down and draw, or to try a new recipe in the kitchen. But slowly I’m getting there. This weekend I completed a pen and ink drawing. Tonight I made basil coconut curry for the first time. And at this moment, I am writing a blog entry.

The cycle of the work-week and household chores takes a lot of time and a lot of energy. And when I’m not busy with those things, it’s easy just to crash. But I know that I need to make time for creative work, or I won’t feel complete. So I’m trying to seize the moments I can, to not worry about being perfect (because I don’t have time for perfectionism), and to “add to the beauty” in small ways when I get the chance.

How do you find time for creativity in your busy schedule?


Creative Inspirations, Part 1

May 4, 2010

What inspires you to create? Changes get me thinking about story possibilities. A life change often provides an inciting incident that sparks a story. A change of scenery, a change of season, a career change, physical changes, relational changes … all of these are possible story-starters.

Even more inspiring are the changes that take place within people.

Don’t let anyone tell you, “People don’t change.” It is absolutely not true – not in life, and definitely not in story. Stories are all about the choices, challenges, and circumstances that change us:

A fearful person gets a chance to be brave.

A self-serving man chooses to sacrifice for the sake of others.

A downtrodden, rejected girl discovers unconditional love.

A slave finds freedom.

Something changes, and that inspires me. What inspires you?


April 16, 2010

One of my favorite characters is Madeleine L’Engle’s Vicky Austin. Vicky makes sense to me; I see myself in her. In  A Ring of Endless Light, 15-year-old Vicky says,

If I’m confused, or upset, or angry, if I can go out and look at the stars I’ll almost always get back a sense of proportion. It’s not that they make me feel insignificant; it’s the very opposite; they make me feel that everything matters, be it ever so small, and that there’s meaning to life even when it seems meaningless.

I know just what Vicky means about the stars; it’s the same way I feel when I’m at the beach. Especially when I’m at my favorite kind of beach – a vast stretch of sand running north to south, and to the west nothing but ocean for as far as I can see. I love to watch the rows of waves cresting and crashing and slowly spreading onto the sand. Next to the ocean, I feel tiny and vulnerable … and deeply loved. And that is exhilarating; it makes me want to laugh and play.

Last weekend, Jeremy and I drove down to the Oregon Coast. We played all weekend, running, jumping, tossing the Frisbee, throwing the baseball back and forth. At times we stopped and stared at the waves; then we played some more.

I love how awe and wonder are so closely related to play. It makes me think that God must be great, and also good. Powerful, and also loving.

As I was running through the waves this weekend, this song came to mind. It is one of my favorites. Enjoy.


Easy As Bread

January 26, 2010

I am making bread right now. Or rather, the bread is making itself while I write this blog. I mixed the ingredients about an hour ago, kneaded the dough for a bit, and set it aside to rise. It’s in a bowl on the countertop, doin’ its thing. I’m using a recipe from a book called Home Cooking: A Writer in the Kitchen, by Laurie Colwin.

The author writes, “The second best thing about this bread (the first is its taste) is that, unlike most things in life, it adjusts to you.” It’s true – you let the dough rise for as long as you need to; there is no need to watch the clock. It’s a perfect recipe for a Saturday when you’re running errands or busy doing stuff around the house. You can leave the house for a few hours while the dough rises at room temperature. It’s fine. (I usually allow 5-8 hours total rising time. I might, for instance, do a 4-hour first rise, a 3-hour second rise. It doesn’t really matter.) And it’s entirely okay to substitute ingredients you have for ones you don’t have.

Here is the recipe:

Combine:

    • 1½ cups unbleached white flour
    • 1½ cups stone-ground whole-wheat flour
    • ¾ cup coarse ground whole-wheat flour. (I use oat bran instead, because I like its flavor and texture, and because I usually have it on hand. The author also says that if you don’t have coarse ground, you can use more regular whole wheat flour.)
    • 1 heaping teaspoon salt
    • 1 tablespoon wheat germ (or corn germ)

    Mix:

    • ½ teaspoon yeast
    • “1 ½ cups liquid – half milk, half water, or more water than milk – whatever you have to hand.
    1. “Pour liquid into flour and stir it up. The dough should be neither dry nor sticky but should tend more toward the sticky than the dry. If too sticky, knead in a little more flour.”
    2. Knead dough, place in a warm bowl, cover bowl with a towel. Let it rise at room temperature.
    3. Eventually, whenever works for you, punch down the dough, knead it again, roll it into a ball, put it back in the bowl and “forget about it until convenient.”
    4. “Sometime later (with a long first rise, a short second rise is fine, but a long one is fine, too), punch the dough down, give it a final kneading, shape into a baguette, slash the top with four diagonal cuts, brush with water and let proof for a few minutes (and if you haven’t the time, it can go straight into the oven).”
    5. Okay, here’s where the author and I differ quite significantly. She suggests that you bake it at 450 for half an hour, then bring the temp down to 425 and bake 20 more minutes. When I try that, the crust comes out too thick and dark for my taste. I find that baking it at 400 for 40 minutes total is quite enough. So see what works for you.

    I’ve made this bread about eight times now, and it’s been good every time, although I think it’s gotten better as I’ve made slight adjustments to suit my taste. Even if you’ve never made bread before, don’t be afraid to try it. It’s rewarding!


    Midnight, Christians

    December 17, 2009

    I am trying to observe Advent joyfully, but I find it is not always easy to rejoice. Anxiety, guilt, and doubt do all they can to shut out the light of joy. I wish I knew how to deal with these feelings better.

    When I really  hear the Christmas story, when I’m able to believe it, I think it is the most beautiful story I know. I especially love the story as told by St. Luke. I love Mary’s Magnificat and the angels’ announcement to the shepherds. I also love the story as it is told in the classic Christmas carols – all poems about the Incarnation. Luke’s gospel and the carols are familiar; I have known them all my life. While I look forward to hearing them every year, I also like discovering new stories, new songs, and new poems that give me a fresh perspective on the story. Yesterday I discovered this: a direct translation of the carol we call “O Holy Night,” as it was originally written in French. In French it is called “Minuit, chretiens,” which translates to “Midnight, Christians.” It is beautiful, rich with theology, and it helped give me a fresh perspective on an ancient story.

    English Translation of Minuits, chrétiens

    Midnight, Christians, it’s the solemn hour,
    When God-man descended to us
    To erase the stain of original sin
    And to end the wrath of His Father.
    The entire world thrills with hope
    On this night that gives it a Savior.
    People kneel down, wait for your deliverance.
    Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer,
    Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer!
    The ardent light of our Faith,
    Guides us all to the cradle of the infant,
    As in ancient times a brilliant star
    Conducted the Magi there from the orient.
    The King of kings was born in a humble manger;
    O mighty ones of today, proud of your grandeur,
    It is to your pride that God preaches.
    Bow your heads before the Redeemer!
    Bow your heads before the Redeemer!
    The Redeemer has overcome every obstacle:
    The Earth is free, and Heaven is open.
    He sees a brother where there was only a slave,
    Love unites those that iron had chained.
    Who will tell Him of our gratitude,
    It’s for all of us that He is born,
    That He suffers and dies.
    People stand up! Sing of your deliverance,
    Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer,
    Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer

    Joy at Advent

    November 30, 2009

    Advent began yesterday. I love this season, and I intend to spend it joyfully. I have been contemplating this idea all week: Since God sent his Son to be with us and be our Savior, our reasonable response is joy.

    Wendell Berry wrote, “Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.”* There is so much injustice and hurt in the world, and we cannot ignore that. Still, as we reach out and love our neighbors, we can be joyful. I think maybe I’m preaching a bit, but I am preaching to myself. Too often I think that it is not right for me to be happy when there is so much sadness all around. But when I consider all the facts, joy wins. Because I believe that, along with all the news stories, this also is a fact:

    God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but to save the world through him.

    With this in mind, all week I have been singing the chorus to “Joy Is In Our Hearts” by Sara Groves. You can listen to the whole song on her MySpace page. This song is dedicated to International Justice Mission. I think it is a great example of considering all the facts, reaching out in love, and being joyful. “For good reason, joy is in our hearts.”

    I have also been repeating these lines from the poem “The Vision of the Shepherds” by W.H. Auden. By the way, Auden’s For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio is excellent Advent reading. You can find it in collections of Auden’s poetry. (I don’t think it is sold as a separate volume anymore.) I love whole poem, but here is the part I’ve been thinking about especially:

    CHORUS OF ANGELS

    Unto you a Child,

    A Son is given.

    Praising, proclaiming

    The ingression of Love,

    Earth’s darkness invents

    The blaze of Heaven,

    And frigid silence

    Meditates a song;

    For a great joy has filled

    The narrow and the sad,

    While the emphasis

    Of the rough and big,

    The abiding crag

    And wandering wave,

    Is on forgiveness:

    Sing Glory to God

    And good-will to men,

    All, all, all of them.

    Run to Bethlehem.

     

    SHEPHERDS

    Let us run to learn

    How to love and run;

    Let us run to Love.

     

    *The Wendell Berry quote is from “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front,” The Country of Marriage, 1973.


    Together for Dessert

    November 6, 2009

    Two tables pushed together, twelve people gathered around. Dinner, dessert, coffee. Conversation about music, books, movies, church, and things that make us laugh.

    That was last night.

    I love nothing more than sharing a meal with friends and family while enjoying great conversation. The dining room table is my favorite place to hang out. Good coffee and good dessert keep it going just a little longer.

    I think it’s a good idea to have a few dessert recipes that are easy to make, easy to transport, and easy to share. My contribution to last night’s meal was apple spice cake. It’s yummy; it’s moist; it’s simple. It’s a safe bet for anyone with dairy or egg allergies, and if you make it with the right kind of sugar, it can even be a vegan dessert. So, basically, it’s a perfect dessert for bringing people together.

     

    Here it is: 1216610_tabel_in_old_town

    3 cups flour

    2 cups sugar

    3 tsp baking soda

    1 tsp salt

    1 tsp cinnamon

    1 tsp allspice

    1 tsp cloves

    1 cup vegetable oil

    2 ½ cups apple sauce

     

    Mix it all together. Pour it into a prepared 9×13” cake pan. Bake at 350˚ for 50 minutes. And it’s done. No need for frosting, but you can always serve it with whipped cream for those who want it.

    Enjoy it around the table with friends.


    A Pancake By Any Other Name

    October 1, 2009

    Last week, the family gathered for dinner at my parents’ house. When Jeremy and I arrived, my mom was in the process of cooking an amazing meal. I noticed that she had set aside some baking pans for dessert. I asked her what we were having.

    “Dutch babies,” she replied.

    I wasn’t sure what Dutch babies were.

    “You know,” she said, “They’re those big fluffy pancakes that you make with lots of eggs and bake in the oven. These ones have apples and brown sugar too.”

    “Oh!” I said, “I’ve always called them German pancakes. I love those!”

    Later, Jeremy walked by. “What’s for dessert?” he asked.

    “Dutch babies,” my mom said.

    “German pancakes,” I said.

    He looked perplexed.

    “Big fluffy pancakes that you bake in the oven,” I explained.

    “Oh!” he said, “Like pannekoeken!”

    “Actually,” my mom said, “the recipe came from Sunset magazine, and they called it an ‘apple oven cake.’”

    Once we had figured out what they were, we were all anxious to try the pancakes of many names. When dessert time came around, we were not disappointed. The pancakes were so good, I decided I’d have to make them for breakfast on the weekend. So I did. Not only was it opportunity to use my cast iron skillet (which always makes me feel like a real cook); it was an easy but tasty breakfast.

    And look how beautifully it turned out!

     Apple Oven Cake (or whatever ...)

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    You can find the recipe here. What ever you choose to call it, and whether you have it for breakfast or dessert, enjoy it!

    If you don’t have a cast iron skillet, don’t let that stop you from trying the recipe. You can always sauté the apples in a regular skillet, then transfer them to a baking pan and pour the batter in there.


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