Sunday, April 27, 2014

God's Letters and an RSVP


I find letters from God dropped in the street,
and everyone is signed by God's name,
and I leave them where they are,
for I know that others will punctually come
forever and ever.
       Walt Whitman





Discovering Whitman's beautiful poem, I was reminded of our Alpha Writer's assigment:

Use the first line from an already-published poem and change the rest to be yours. So, here goes....









I find letters from God dropped at my feet,
The first dandelions of spring
A maple leaf perfectly formed
A gathering of snow flakes
Each signed with yours truly, respectfully yours, or love you forever
And the notation RSVP.
      



How often do we not RSVP when admiring God's incredible creation?
Whitman tells us that "others" will punctually come--forever and ever--so God gives us lots of opportunities to reply/respond.

There are things about him that people can not see. . .
But since the beginning of the world
those things have been made easy to understand
by what God has made.
Romans 1:20

The heavens declare the glory of God...
   Psalm 19:1

Nature is God's first missionary.
Where there is no Bible, there are sparkling stars.
Where there are no preachers, there are springtimes.
   Max Lucado






It is spring.
The sky rumbles; the rain comes.
We awake to striking blossoms, the smell of new life, and become energized ourselves.
What are the possibilities?

New life and new beginnings!
God calls us
continually
to respond to his love
because He first loved us.
 
Taken care of that RSVP to God yet?
It's never too late....
but why wait?
 







Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Ganache to you...

 
 
It all started with an email from daughter, Jen, with a question about desserts....
 
Happy 50th Day of School!
 
Hello everyone, I need some advice...if you had to pick a cake or special dessert for someone's special day/bday what would you choose? What are each of your favorites-be specific I am not creative with.....
Rachel Cogdill's photo.
Her sister responded with...
        
I love yellow cake with chocolate ganache. Anything with chocolate ganache is great! For a birthday, I think cake is nice. It is special and customary. But maybe you guys think otherwise.....
I think some of the sheet cakes with writing are a little cheesey.... Isaac, what sort of things have you seen for people at work? What do people do in Houston, Kara?
Interesting....thanks for asking Jen. I don't really have good answers for you, but I'm interested in reading what Kara and Isaac share and finding out what you end up doing?
       Rach
 
Celebrating dad's birthday and MLK at the Rockets game
Sister Kara's response was...

I'm getting a donut hole tower for my co-worker's bday this week. Mom tried the donut holes from this place. It's fancy...lol. The tower will have blueberry and devils food cake donut holes. They also have giant birthday donuts for sharing. May be hard for you to find...but different.

I also like chocolate dipped fruit. Edible arrangements?

People here seem to like cookie cakes. And fancy cakes (like a dark chocolate cake with strawberry filling or Italian cream etc). Another idea but lots of work...birthday style cake pops.
Brother Isaac responded with...
 
About to face the crowds at the mall. What are we thinking?
 
 
 
Special K bars or monkey bread.... I also like cream cheese frosting cakes. Just my opinion ;)
Sent from my iPhone
Rachel Cogdill's photo.
Mom/Gma had to give her two cents worth....

I can't believe all the attention this dessert question is getting...
Do we all like sweets that much?Emoji
Honestly, just go with the Black Bean Brownies I have come to love... you can eat them without feeling guilty.
What is "ganache".... (I grew up on a farm.)

Love U each.
Kara educates me with...
 
Ganache Pronunciation: guh-NAWSH
is normally made by heating cream, then pouring it over chopped chocolate of any kind. The mixture is stirred or blended until smooth, with liquers or extracts added if desired.
Depending on the kind of chocolate used, for what purpose the ganache is intended, and the temperature at which it will be served, the ratio of chocolate to cream is varied to obtain the desired consistency.
 
 
Seriously, I had to laugh. I was discovering things about my children I didn't know... some of the "learning" happened as I read between the lines.
I used to never fill myself up at a meal--because I loved dessert so much I had to leave room for it.
Pies, cakes with lots of frosting, jelly-filled donuts, anything chocolate, cookie dough....
Hmmm... you could say I had a problem.
Now, I mainly stick to chocolate, the dark chocolate variety and smaller portions.
 
               
              When in Branson, Mo., recently and eating at Apple-Bees, they offered a $1 dessert brownie. It was one of the best--chewy, nutty, melt-in-your-mouth, and just the right size. I complimented the server although she had nothing to do with it but confessed she had several a day whenever she craved chocolate.




Those of you who follow my blogs know I have a scripture  connection for each one and hopefully offer opportunities for spiritual reflection.... so here goes...

 
He who sits in the heavens shall laugh.
Psalm 2: 4
 
 
In Umberto Eco's novel The Name of the Rose a villainous monk named Jorge poisoned anyone who came upon the one book in the monastery library that suggested that God laughed. Jorge feared that if the monks thought God laughed,He would become too familiar to them, too common, and they would lose their awe of Him.Jorge probably never considered the idea that laughter is one of the things that sets us apart as made in God's image.
   
    COFFEE BREAK WITH GOD, PG 44
 
 
 
Reading my children's emails today made me laugh,
the whole idea of sweets and desserts made me smile.
I am thankful to a God who gives us so much--
yes, more than we deserve.
I am thankful to a God
who allows us to find joy
 in small things.
 
 
Comedian George Burns made us laugh. Jonas Salk came up with the vaccine for polio. What do they have in common? Each, with their different gifts, made us happy, caused us to find a joy.
 
So bring on your cake-balls, your Ganache, your Special-K Bars or simply ask someone what their favorite dessert is and I bet you'll get a smile....
 
 
And, then praise God.







       


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 





 
 
                 
               
                                   
             
 
               
               
                            
              
 

 
 

       
                    
       

                   
           
                
       


       

      Friday, April 11, 2014

      One Year Later...

       


      The Story continues......
      David, Iowa, 1898



      The book, Thou Shalt Not, was published a year ago.

      Over one hundred years ago, an incident occurred in David, Iowa, that remained the talk of the county for decades. After reviewing scores of newsprint from that period of time, this story evolved into "Thou Shalt Not."








      **********
      Since last April....

      *A book signing was held at our county historical museum with over 100 in attendance.
      *Persons have come up to me and said, "I read your book in one sitting. I couldn't put it down."
      *A middle-aged man stopped me in Hardware Hank with, "My mother-in-law cleans the David Church and gets the jitters every time she's there." I asked why? That wasn't my intention--giving people the jitters. "She sees DeForest in the back of the church over-looking the congregation, and it gives her the jitters every time."
      *The book has made it to other states, over-seas, other libraries because people who enjoyed it, here, in Osage, Iowa, have stuck it in the mail to their friends and relatives.
      *Also, since last April, we have had illness in our family, a move into town from an acrege we raised our family on, etc. A lot can happen in a year! But, interest in the book trickles out, and I praise God for that.




      ******.

      Do I have a story for you!
      Penney Morse gave me the news articles from that time and encouraged me to write this story. Penney has gone on to other adventures...
















       


      No it's not Pingry; it's Pingree.
      Vivian DuShane, at over 100 years of age, remembered her father telling the story of what happened in David, her hometown.

      Her memory was excellent. She had a familiarity with family names and their spellings.


      Since last April, Vivian, along with her son, has published another edition of the history of David, Iowa.


       







      You're not done yet, are you?


      Dorcas, a friend and fellow Alpha Writer,
      read the book and handed it back to me with--

      You're not done yet, right?

      I thought I was!

      But, she was right.... I was not done....

      I don't think writers are ever "done."

      But we get to the point where we put it away
      or send it away and say "good enough!"







       


      
      Margaret at work.

      Margaret, my editor, has gone on to other enterprises--including her own memoir--growing up in Croatia.




      ********

      David Community Church, 1890s

      Since the book was published, many have ventured to Shadow Avenue in Mitchell County to what used to be David, Iowa, to see the small church (where services are still held on Sundays during the summer months). It is now surrounded by corn and bean fields. The town of David is no longer.
      *******


      What follows is the introduction to "Thou Shalt Not."
      If you haven't read it, the introduction may pull you in.
       
       
      



       


      INTRODUCTION


       
      In the spring of 1977, a rusted, lime-green, 1950 Chevy slowly crept up the driveway of the Gary and Cheryl Pearson farmstead.  An older fellow stepped unsteadily from the car.

       
       
      “Is this David?” he asked.

       

      Gary Pearson studied the man.  Definitely not from around here.  A string bean of a man, weak, and pallid, the stranger wore clothes that were clean, but he seemed to be uncomfortable inside them.

       

      Gary nodded and said not a word. 

       

      “I’ll be right upfront with you,” the stranger stated.  “I just got out of prison.”  With a cracked voice as if not much used, he continued, “I was a cellmate of someone who used to live here.”

       

      Almost twenty years later, in 1996, Gary Pearson began tilling the ground with intentions to build a small playground in the area next to the David Community Church so that the Bible school children would have a place to play.  According to Michael Troyer, Press News reporter at the time, what Gary Pearson found had more to do with the past than with the future.  Concrete remains of the foundations of  buildings which  lined the main street of  David were unveiled along with cinder remains—more than likely sidewalk materials. 

       

                  Typically, historical fiction tells a story set in the past with the characters tending to be fictional.   Although genres vary, the made-up account of ordinary people is inter- weaved with historical events of the time.

       

       Thou Shalt Not is the exception. 

       

                   The characters existed, the setting was real, and many of the incidents are authentic   Much of the conversations were taken directly from court documents as printed in the area 1898-1899 newspapers.  As I read these accounts over and over, took notes, and started reading between the lines, the narrative developed. 

       
       
      If you haven't read the story,
      check it out by clicking on
      amazon.com or barnes and noble sites
      to the right of this article....
       
                                                                         Kathleen E. Stauffer
                 






      Sunday, April 6, 2014

      What's Wrong With Your Hands?


      My hand?
      "What happened to your hand?" she asked.
      I looked at it.
      It was flat on the table during tutoring time.
      "What do you mean?"
       I turned my hand
      over to get a better look at what
      she might be seeing.
       It looked okay to me.

      "Those dark lines. What are they?"
      I placed my hand on the table next to hers
      and understood her questions.
      My hand had dark lines mapping the surface.
      Her hand was smooth, clear, and not-so-bony.
      Hmmmm....




      This is an "age" thing I thought. Here I thought I was doing a good job of applying face cream every night, walking during the day to keep up my over-all muscle strength--and then an eleven year old girl comes along and asks,
       "What's wrong with your hand?"


       

       

      Her hand....
      "Well," I explained,
       "my hands are just older than yours.
      Those dark lines are veins,
      and my skin is wearing out --
      a little."








      I did a quick mental list of all the things my hands had done in my lifetime--from doing pig and chicken chores; 1000s of dishes in hot, soapy water; changing diapers (the cloth kind--unheard of now); handling chalk; correcting papers; moving furniture; folding laundry... and started to grow weary. Let me see--I'd rather think about the the tender touches given to a child, the feel of a bubble bath, the solid shake of a hand, and making funny bunny shadows --did you ever do that? Or--play the "hand game?"--hands stacked on top of each other--the bottom hands slips out and ends up on top...




      There are 27 bones in a human hand...
       The reason why hands have a number of bones is
      because they are the main structures
      for physically manipulating the environment....











      I recently attended a funeral. A sister of my best-friend-from-highschool had passed after a courageous struggle with cancer. As her family entered the church, my friend scanned the congregation. When she spotted me, I placed my hand over my heart and then motioned to her as in my-heart-is-with-you. She answered with the same motion.

      After the burial, we simply held hands. No words were needed.










      Fingers are some of the densest areas of nerve endings on the body,
      are the richest source of tactile feedback, and
      have the greatest positioning capability of the body;
      thus the sense of touch is intimately associated with hands.
       
       
      As a carpenter's son, Jesus must have used his hands to shove stones into place, absorb timber splinters, and withstand the blistering Middle Eastern sun. However, these same hands restored sight to the blind, healed a leper, washed the disciples' feet, and spared more than one suffering soul from death.
       
       
       
       
      Luke 4:40:
      “When the sun was setting,
      all those who had any that were sick
      with various diseases brought them to Him;
      and He laid His hands on every one of them
      and healed them.”
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
      These hands were soon  pierced with nails as he lay upon the cross....
       
       
      Pierced to pay for our sins;
      pierced so that we might live eternally.....
      a gift......
      a blessing beyond blessings....

      Whether soft or weathered, barely-used or much-used, how can our hands become a blessing to others?

      *Preparing a favorite meal....
      *Writing a note of encouragement...
      *Greeting in church on Sunday mornings...
      *Raking a neighbor's yard (without being asked)...
      *Wiping a tear or a runny nose....
      *Holding a hand...
      *Praying...

      May God take them and use them
      for His glory!
       
       
       
      Information on hands taken from Wiki Encyclopedia..