Sunday, September 21, 2008

Eve's Innocent I Tell You!

Ok, so in my Women in Literature class, we've been reading some pretty interesting stuff. This week in class, we studied a very clever poem arguing that Eve was completely innocent of the fall of mankind. I think this poem is worth quoting, not because I agree with it (in ANY way), but because...well, it's so fascinating! If you take it seriously, you'll be offended; if you read it as a testemant to her brilliance, you'll love it. She twists scripture in an awful (but very clever) way, and I'll warn any guys reading: the way Lanyer removes the fault from the woman is to lay it all on the man :) So without further ado, for your reading enjoyment:
Eve's Apology [i.e. formal argument] in Defense of Women
By Aemilia Lanyer, 1611

"She [Eve], poor soul, by cunning was decieved;
no hurt therein her harmless heart intended...

But surely Adam can not be excused,
Her fault though great, yet he was most to blame;
What Weakness offered, Strength might have refused,
Being Lord of all, the greater was his shame:
Although the Serpent's craft had her abused,
God's holy word ought all his actions frame,
For he was Lord and King of all the earth,
Before poore Eve had either life or breath.

Who being framed by God's eternal hand,
The perfectest man that ever breathed on earth;
And from God's mouth received that straight command,
The breach whereof he knew was present death:
Yea having power to rule both Sea and Land,
Yet with one Apple won to loose that breath
Which God had breathed in his beauteous face,
Bringing us all in danger and disgrace.

And then to lay the fault on Patience' back,
That we (poor women) must endure it all;
We know right well he did discretion lack,
Being not persuaded thereunto at all;
If Eve did err, it was for knowledge' sake,
The fruit being fair persuaded him to fall:
No subtle Serpent's falsehood did betray him,
If he would eat it, who had power to stay him?

Not Eve, whose fault was only too much love,
Which made her give this present to her Dear,
That what she tasted, he likewise might prove,
Whereby his knowledge might become more clear;
He never sought her weakeness to reprove,
With those sharp words, which he of God did hear:
Yet Men will boast of Knowledge, which he took
From Eve's fair hand, as from a learned Book.
If any evil did in her remain,
Being made of him, he was the ground of all...."

Haha, you gotta love it. So pretty much:
Poor, weak Eve was decieved, but Adam should have been strong enough to refuse! After all, he was Lord of the Earth, and had recieved the command not to eat the fruit straight from the mouth of God! Eve's weakness was just that she wanted a good thing--knowledge--and was decieved into taking it. But Adam wasn't decieved, and if he wanted to eat it, no one was strong enough to stop him! Eve, simply because she loved her husband so much, offered to share her newfound wisdom--and now, Man is the one boasting about his knowledge! Not only that: if there was any evil in woman, it must have been the man's fault anyways, because she was made of him!

As I said, I absolutely don't agree with this poem, but you've gotta give Lanyer a hand for how clever she was :)

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Fall Is

This is a little poem I just whipped up while I was trying to explain to my brother exactly why I think Fall is so wonderful. I'd like to polish this up sometime and add to it, but I wanted to share it anyways, because it just about sums up my thoughts on the season.


Fall is...
Cool fresh air filling your lungs
The echo of traffic whizzing by
The first dark trail of pencil lead
scratched onto an unmarred notebook sheet
The hefty weight of a new textbook
as you flip through the smooth, cool pages
The smell of a barbeque just past the trees
The crunch of leaves underfoot
Smoke wafting up from a fireplace
drifting past piercingly blue sky
and autumn leaves.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

I Can Ride My Bike With No Handlebars

So there's this song that one of my friends at work loves to listen to. She loves it because the lyrics are so fun, and the beat is so catchy. But there was always something about it that caught me off guard; I couldn't hear the lyrics very well, but there was something sinister in the way he sang what should have been innocent lines: "I can ride my bike with no handlebars."

Curious, I looked it up the lyrics online. Here's a basic summery of the song: (It's really long, so these are only snippits) You can also listen to the whole thing here.

(Disclaimer: I don't know anything about the band that wrote this song or any of their other music. All I'm writing about is my take on this particular song)
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I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
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Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it's good to be
ALIVE
[...]
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
And "I'm Proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
[...]
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Look at me
Look at me
[...]
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to the gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make a computer survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
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Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone
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And I can split the atoms of a molecule
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Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die from exasperation
Have'em all healed from their lacerations
Or have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like 'em
And I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
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Because I can guide a missile by satellite
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And I can hit a target through a telescope
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And I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
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I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars...
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Now this song sticks with me too...but not for the same reasons as my co-worker. I feel like it sneaks a glimpse at the very roots of pride. I love how it starts out with something as simple as riding your bike with no handlebars. Big deal. Just a little something to be proud of. But slowly the song progresses to bigger and bigger issues. Still not problematic though: mostly neat scientific advances. But something changes: no longer are we just talking pride, we've added power. And authority--the ability to change the lives of millions, for better or worse. And in the end, pride--the same pride that leads one to boast about being able to ride a bike without handlebars--leads to the destruction of the world.
So I appreciate this song because I think it is a sober reminder of the seriousness of sin. I think it shows what the path of any man would be without intervention from God. And the sight isn't pretty.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Montgomery College, here I come!


Well, yesterday was my first day at MC! It was a rather funny day, and since a lot of people have been asking, I figured I'd share it with you:

-Right before I left, I printed off directions from google maps, which I didn't notice took me to the wrong part of the road I needed to be on. So there I was, sitting in a neighborhood somewhere vaguely near my destination, completely lost and needing to get to my classes! Fortunately, I called my mom and, after a lot of "do you recognize this road name? How about this one? Go that way you said? Oh, oops, I just turned left "...etc she managed to get me back on the right road :)

-At MC, I headed in to class, still a good 15 minutes early! I found my room, opened the door, and sat down in a chair. Introductions had already started, but something didn't seem right...the board said something about Chem 101 and the teacher was a woman. This was my room, but I knew my class was Chem 100, and I was pretty darn sure that the teacher was a guy! Well, I was right :) Turns out that Chem 101 (the class before mine) was doing their introductions at the end of class...and I decided to make a hasty retreat back out into the waiting room. After all that drama, Chem class went very well, and I think I'm going to enjoy it.

-After Chem, I had ten minutes to book it across campus to my Women in Literature class. The teacher is hysterical (in both senses) and class looks like it's going to be reeeeally interesting. (First question: "So what are some of the myths about women that exist today?")Fortunately, I met another christian girl already in my class, who I'm really excited to get to know.

-Aaaand so, that was my first day at MC! I'm really excited about this school year; the classes look good, but I'm really more excited about the relationships that, Godwilling, I'm going to be able to make over this semester. I'd really appreciate prayers for both aspects!

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Interesting Thought on Kneeling for Prayer


Ok, hear me out on this one. You know how in all the old books and movies, at the end of the day the main character would diligently kneel down next to the bed and say his or her prayers? Not just the fictional ones either...it was a common practice even in the earliest days of the bible:

Daniel 6:10 Three times a day [Daniel] got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before.
Psalm 95:6 Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker

Acts 9:40 Peter sent them all out of the room; then he got down on his knees and prayed. Turning toward the dead woman, he said, "Tabitha, get up." She opened her eyes, and seeing Peter she sat up.

Ephesians 3:14 [A Prayer for the Ephesians ] For this reason I kneel before the Father,

So obviously, kneeling was just something that you did if you were going to pray. Now I don't know about you, but I never kneel when I pray. I don't even think about it. But the other night, I did think about it. I was sitting in my bed praying silently as usual, trying to concentrate on God while my mind kept wandering just as it normally does when I try to devote myself to prayer. In exasperation, I decided to try praying the old fashioned way--out loud, kneeling on the floor next to my bed. It felt a little funny ("I hope no one walks into my room right now..."), but you know what? I was able to really concentrate on what I was praying for and think of more things that I wanted to pray for than I ever have been able to while lying on my bed.

Now why would kneeling help you to pray?

I don't have an expert opinion, but I have an idea. When I got off my bed, and took the time to say my prayers out loud, suddenly my mind-block was gone. You're taking yourself out of a distracting situation (ever fallen asleep praying? I thought so) and fully formulating your thoughts (speech takes more effort than thinking, so you'll concentrate harder on it). And the likely result is longer, more intense prayer.
Oh and I just thought of this as I was writing my post: kneeling has always been a position of humility and respect. When I was looking up the scriptures above with the keyword "kneeling", most of the references were to people kneeling to those in authority, either in thanks or petition. So when we consciously put ourselves in a position of humility and submission before God, God rewards the behavior.

But don't just let me tell you. These are just ideas of mine...you all could prove if they are actually true. I'd love it if you'd try kneeling down for prayer one of these nights and see if it makes a difference. Let me know how it goes... it can't hurt, but it just might help.

A Brief History

Ok, right from the beginning, I'd like to take a moment to share my history with blogs, as well as to explain why I have started this one:

It all started around 2005. Blogs had just become popular, and one of my close friends, who was at that time creating new blogs every couple of weeks, convinced me to make one. I named it Allie's Little Corner, made a post or two, and then promptly forgot it. Eventually, a year or so later, I remembered my little blog and was curious as to what happened to it. After digging around the deep dark recesses of the web, and attempting many different passwords, I re-discovered my blog. I attempted to post more faithfully at it, but it was a rather pointless project. I was very protective of my identity and so only allowed five readers: my mom, dad, grandma, brother, and one friend. Needless to say, the blog again did not last long, and I again abandoned it.

Now fast-forward to 2008. This year I have been very active in photography, and have enjoyed posting my favorite pictures to flickr (www.flickr.com/photos/chickadee5). However, when my flickr began running low on room, I decided to start a photoblog! I deleted my old Allie's Little Corner blog, which had become entirely useless and created Silver Maple Photography. However, after its creation and my subsequent single post, I realized that a photoblog really didn't serve the purpose I was looking for. Except in a few rare cases, I prefer the format of flickr better for pictures. So that blog's gone bye-bye.

Ok, so obviously I have a rather sorry history with blogs. Why then did I create this one? Well, because throughout the days and weeks, I have been realizing that my life is filled with many interesting experiences, memories, and lessons that I would love to share. I'm hoping this can be a place where I can share those thoughts, whether it be through normal blog posts or through picture posts that display something about my life. Only time will tell if this blog outlasts its predecessors, but I think that it will, and I'm excited to give it a shot.