If you were to compare the silence of a library, to the silence of a church service, what would you determine? What about the silence underwater, to the silence of your bedroom at night? I'm trying to discover what the differences of the place, can do to the quietness.
Imagine the stillness and quietness of a library, what pops up in your head when you think of this? I think of solemn, and earnestness about reading and studying. So I guess you could say the silence of a library would be described (in my opinion)as a feeling of exploration in a quiet sort of way. Now, let's compare that to the silence of night-time when you're in bed and it's dark and you can only see vague shapes in the room. Some people would say that that's a lonely silence, without the sight of everyday things that you would see in your room otherwise. I actually think that when imagine that quietness all around me in the dark I get a sense of peaceful, thoughtfulness. I think the reason why is because just being there in the dark without any distractions helps one think ya know?
Okay next on the list of 'silent situations' would have to be... ...Underwater! that's a good one. When you're under water you obviously can't stay there for too too long, unless you're snorkeling. Underwater there's a sense of adventure, exploration, and while there could be nice calm serenity, there could also be, as I said, adventure! Now, I've never had much experience in oceans, and not lakes or anything of that sort either! I would have to say that most of the times (or almost all of the times) I've been underwater would be in a swimming pool, specifically in our backyard. So to sum up the way to describe underwater silence would have to be a oxymoron: adventuress silence that can turn out to be calm and relaxing.
The last type of silence that I'm gonna go through would have to be the silence of a church service. This needs a lot of thinking in my perception because of the many different feelings you get when you listen to the pastor preach. You can get peace through God's message, and you can also get in that little spot where you just feel God 'tapping you on the head' telling you to "listen up: this is what I want YOU to do." So in a nutshell, though there are many, MANY different ways to explain the silence of a church sermon I'd have to say that one of the more common ways of doing that explaining would be to say that through the silence, there's no silence at all! It's God trying to whisper to your heart.
Thanks for reading! (This was really one of my school projects)
I'd like to know what your thoughts on silence are, so please PLEASE post a comment!!!
- A.Lover
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Story of C. S, Lewis
C. S. Lewis:
The man behind Narnia and other Far-away places.
As a four year old boy, Clive Staples Lewis had a dog named Jacksie. Jacksie was killed by a car and shortly after his pet's death Clive announce that his new name was Jacksie (Whitch was shortened to Jack). This name is the name that his friends knew him as, but not only as 'Jack Lewis' but as a British novelist, academic, medievalist, literary critic, essayist, lay theologian and Christian apologist.
Some of Jack's well known and loved books are The Space Trilogy, Mere Christianity, The Great Divorce, The Screwtape Letters, and The Chronicles of Narnia. Some of these (One series in particular that I'm talking about) colorfully written books are considered 'Fiction' but some would debate that matter. The Chronicles of Narnia are an absolutely great example of truth behind Fiction. There are many things in Narnia that represent people, places and things in Lewis's life (and in our lives as well). One of those people in these books in Digory Kirke, a boy who in many ways, represents Lewis himself. In the book, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Magician's Nephew, Digory, being a boy who live in the time that Jack was a boy, had a mother who was very sick and was going to die. This is very much like Jack's own personal life.
C. S. Lewis was seven when his family moved into "Little Lea" this was the home in which Jack grew up and and it was in the Strandtown area of East Belfast Ireland. Jack and his brother Warrnie used to hide in a wardrobe and create their own world that they had named Boxen. Jack loved books and he felt that finding a book to read was as easy as walking in a field and "finding a new blade of grass." Jack's mother Florance Lewis died of cancer in 1908 shortly after her death Jack was sent to a boarding school where he would join his brother.
When Jack had turned 15 he abandoned Christianity and became an atheist, he was interested in mythology and was awed at legends and songs, he also grew to love nature.
Jack experienced trench warfare when he left his scholarship at Oxford and volunteered in the British Army in 1917. The next year on the 15th of April a English shell, falling short of its target wounded Lewis. When he recovered in October, he was assigned to duty in Andover, England and was discharged in December of 1918. Soon after he returned to his studies. Although when Jack first experienced England he disliked it horribly and thought that the accents and landscape were awful, but later in life he grew to like it. In 1930, Jack and his brother moved, along with Mrs. Moore and her daughter Maureen (Edward "Paddy" Moore had been on of Jack's fellow cadets and close friend in training for the army, but was killed in 1918, therefore, Jack and his brother took care of Paddy's mother and sister, the Moores). There four moved into "The Kilns" which was a house that all of them contributed financially to purchase on the outskirts of Oxford.
J. R. R. Tolkien played quite a big role in Jack's life, as well as being one of his good friends, and a fellow writer and part of the 'Inklings' club, Tolkien was a main part of getting Jack to come back to Christianity. Tolkien, being a Roman Catholic, hoped that Jack would become one as well but Jack chose to become a member of the Church of England.
Joy Gresham, (also know as Joy Davidman) a American writer who had a Jewish background, and also a convert from atheism and Christianity, became great friends with Jack. After Joy's visit to the UK, she and Jack were married and her and her two sons, David and Douglass, came to live with Jack. After complaining of a painful hip, Joy was diagnosed with terminal bone cancer. This was very sad news for Jack and his two step-sons, but Joy's cancer soon went into a brief remission, and the couple lived together with David, Douglas, and Warrnie Lewis as a family. Joy's cancer went into relapse and she died in 1960.
In early June of 1961, Jack was diagnosed with inflammation of the kidneys which caused blood poisoning. His health began improving throughout the next year, and in April, he returned to his post at Cambridge. Jack's health continued to improve and his friend, George Sayer, considered Jack to be back to himself again by spring in 1963. On the 15th of July 1963, Jack once more fell ill and was admitted into a hospital. 5:00 pm the next day, Jack suffered a heart attack and entered into a coma, and unexpectedly awoke 21 hours later. He was discharged from the hospital and returned to the Kilns, but he was too ill to return to work and resigned from Cambridge in August. His health continued to deteriorate and in mid-November, Jack was diagnosed with end stage renal failure.
November 22, 1963.
Media coverage was going crazy about the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, who had been fatally shot while riding in a Presidential motorcade in Dallas, Texas. Needless to say, that day was one of the most chaotic then any other, Americans were devastated when they heard that their beloved President, JFK, was dead. However, something else happened that day that media seemed to push aside. At 5:30 pm the well-known and respected author scholar and academic, C. S. Lewis (or Jack as we've been brought to calling him) collapsed in his bedroom and died minutes later, this was exactly one week before his 65th birthday.
Jack was bitterly mourned for after his death, but his stories, poems, letters, legacy and faith live on.
The man behind Narnia and other Far-away places.
As a four year old boy, Clive Staples Lewis had a dog named Jacksie. Jacksie was killed by a car and shortly after his pet's death Clive announce that his new name was Jacksie (Whitch was shortened to Jack). This name is the name that his friends knew him as, but not only as 'Jack Lewis' but as a British novelist, academic, medievalist, literary critic, essayist, lay theologian and Christian apologist.
Some of Jack's well known and loved books are The Space Trilogy, Mere Christianity, The Great Divorce, The Screwtape Letters, and The Chronicles of Narnia. Some of these (One series in particular that I'm talking about) colorfully written books are considered 'Fiction' but some would debate that matter. The Chronicles of Narnia are an absolutely great example of truth behind Fiction. There are many things in Narnia that represent people, places and things in Lewis's life (and in our lives as well). One of those people in these books in Digory Kirke, a boy who in many ways, represents Lewis himself. In the book, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Magician's Nephew, Digory, being a boy who live in the time that Jack was a boy, had a mother who was very sick and was going to die. This is very much like Jack's own personal life.
C. S. Lewis was seven when his family moved into "Little Lea" this was the home in which Jack grew up and and it was in the Strandtown area of East Belfast Ireland. Jack and his brother Warrnie used to hide in a wardrobe and create their own world that they had named Boxen. Jack loved books and he felt that finding a book to read was as easy as walking in a field and "finding a new blade of grass." Jack's mother Florance Lewis died of cancer in 1908 shortly after her death Jack was sent to a boarding school where he would join his brother.
When Jack had turned 15 he abandoned Christianity and became an atheist, he was interested in mythology and was awed at legends and songs, he also grew to love nature.
Jack experienced trench warfare when he left his scholarship at Oxford and volunteered in the British Army in 1917. The next year on the 15th of April a English shell, falling short of its target wounded Lewis. When he recovered in October, he was assigned to duty in Andover, England and was discharged in December of 1918. Soon after he returned to his studies. Although when Jack first experienced England he disliked it horribly and thought that the accents and landscape were awful, but later in life he grew to like it. In 1930, Jack and his brother moved, along with Mrs. Moore and her daughter Maureen (Edward "Paddy" Moore had been on of Jack's fellow cadets and close friend in training for the army, but was killed in 1918, therefore, Jack and his brother took care of Paddy's mother and sister, the Moores). There four moved into "The Kilns" which was a house that all of them contributed financially to purchase on the outskirts of Oxford.
J. R. R. Tolkien played quite a big role in Jack's life, as well as being one of his good friends, and a fellow writer and part of the 'Inklings' club, Tolkien was a main part of getting Jack to come back to Christianity. Tolkien, being a Roman Catholic, hoped that Jack would become one as well but Jack chose to become a member of the Church of England.
Joy Gresham, (also know as Joy Davidman) a American writer who had a Jewish background, and also a convert from atheism and Christianity, became great friends with Jack. After Joy's visit to the UK, she and Jack were married and her and her two sons, David and Douglass, came to live with Jack. After complaining of a painful hip, Joy was diagnosed with terminal bone cancer. This was very sad news for Jack and his two step-sons, but Joy's cancer soon went into a brief remission, and the couple lived together with David, Douglas, and Warrnie Lewis as a family. Joy's cancer went into relapse and she died in 1960.
In early June of 1961, Jack was diagnosed with inflammation of the kidneys which caused blood poisoning. His health began improving throughout the next year, and in April, he returned to his post at Cambridge. Jack's health continued to improve and his friend, George Sayer, considered Jack to be back to himself again by spring in 1963. On the 15th of July 1963, Jack once more fell ill and was admitted into a hospital. 5:00 pm the next day, Jack suffered a heart attack and entered into a coma, and unexpectedly awoke 21 hours later. He was discharged from the hospital and returned to the Kilns, but he was too ill to return to work and resigned from Cambridge in August. His health continued to deteriorate and in mid-November, Jack was diagnosed with end stage renal failure.
November 22, 1963.
Media coverage was going crazy about the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, who had been fatally shot while riding in a Presidential motorcade in Dallas, Texas. Needless to say, that day was one of the most chaotic then any other, Americans were devastated when they heard that their beloved President, JFK, was dead. However, something else happened that day that media seemed to push aside. At 5:30 pm the well-known and respected author scholar and academic, C. S. Lewis (or Jack as we've been brought to calling him) collapsed in his bedroom and died minutes later, this was exactly one week before his 65th birthday.
Jack was bitterly mourned for after his death, but his stories, poems, letters, legacy and faith live on.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
August: The Month
Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday dear meeeeeeee.. Happy Birthday to me! ( and many more on Chanel Four and Scoby Doo on Chanel two and all the rest on PBS ) Well did you like my singing? It was my Birthday lets seeee today is the 19th so is WAS my birthday 12 days ago! Actually today is my brother's birthday and on Monday is my friend THC's ( Tottalyhorsecrazy.Blogspot.com ) birthday and THEN next week is my other friend Dbug's
( Doodlebug97.Blogspot.com ) birthday. So birthday party's all around!So what's new with you this August? I went to Tucson ( again ) a few weeks ago, or was is one week ago? I can't remember but I helped paint my aunt's new office while I was there.
This morning for the first time I got to ride Neon for the first time! I'm the 2nd person to ever ride him and the 1st person to ride him at a canter! ( for a few seconds ) That was really exciting, although, Neon is really hard to steer! Riding him is kinda like driving a car without much 'pull' or 'connection' to between the steering wheel and the tires. Of course you have to take into consideration that Neon is only around two and a half years old and doesn't quite get the picture of how to go not where he wants to go but where his rider wants him to go. But wow! trying to canter on him was really fun and I admit, maybe a little intimidating at first. Anyway, I wish a happy August to you ( especially if you have a birthday this month! )
Chatch ya later!
-A.lover
( Doodlebug97.Blogspot.com ) birthday. So birthday party's all around!So what's new with you this August? I went to Tucson ( again ) a few weeks ago, or was is one week ago? I can't remember but I helped paint my aunt's new office while I was there.
This morning for the first time I got to ride Neon for the first time! I'm the 2nd person to ever ride him and the 1st person to ride him at a canter! ( for a few seconds ) That was really exciting, although, Neon is really hard to steer! Riding him is kinda like driving a car without much 'pull' or 'connection' to between the steering wheel and the tires. Of course you have to take into consideration that Neon is only around two and a half years old and doesn't quite get the picture of how to go not where he wants to go but where his rider wants him to go. But wow! trying to canter on him was really fun and I admit, maybe a little intimidating at first. Anyway, I wish a happy August to you ( especially if you have a birthday this month! )
Chatch ya later!
-A.lover
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