Monday, October 25, 2010

American Literature!

I am going to selfishly use this blog for a moment as a means of reviewing for my American Literature test tonight. Yes, I know you may not be interested in learning about transcendental writers, so I understand if you skip this post and come back another time. Knowing that this goes on the internet functions as a sort of "pre-test" for me so I can practice my skills; preparing for essay exams is much more ambiguous than for other exams!

Here goes nothing...
Everything I Know About Romanticism, Transcendentalism, Emerson, Thoreau, and Whitman (in a more creative format than what I have to do tonight on my test because otherwise I will fall asleep right now)
By Brooke McDonald

Imagine we're at a dinner party in the mid to late 1800s in Concord, Massachusetts. Fancy napkins, champagne glasses, appetizers by the plateful. And three distinguished guests. Who are they? Let me introduce you.

Ralph Waldo Emerson is the one sitting by himself in the corner, smiling at the crowd and wearing a slightly bemused expression. He doesn't really like parties; solitude is more up his alley. (He's all about simplicity, too, so the fact that this house is all decked out for the party and everyone is wearing their Sunday best rubs him the wrong way.) Ask him about his opinions, and he'll clearly tell you everything you want to know. One word: transcendentalism. It's his creation, his baby. Emerson used to be a Unitarian minister. Not anymore. His church is the sanctuary of the wheat field, the altar of smooth rocks at the base of a waterfall, the cathedral lit up by the setting sun and the light of the moon. Harvard Divinity School had him speak to their students a while back and what he said made them so angry that they refused to ever let him come back. Historical Christianity? Out the window. If you want to feel good about yourself, need a little pick-me-up, talk to Emerson. He'll tell you you're a god, you can be completely self-reliant, your soul is the most important thing about you and not your intellect. Everything is understandable when viewed through the lens of nature.

Emerson's a nice guy, but he doesn't get out much. You might find him slightly antisocial and even more contemplative and reflective. He's considered pretty radical, even in this Romantic era with the rejection of reason and the embrace of emotions, spirituality, and spontaneity. America is starting to embrace nationalism and individualism, and Emerson's stepping up to the plate with a lot to say about all that.

Next big guest at this party: Henry David Thoreau. Do you have any pencils that you love because they write so smoothly? Probably a Thoreau pencil. Yep, he's from that family - in fact, he's made some pretty advanced developments in the pencil that you've benefited from. A Harvard education will make that sort of grand accomplishment possible! Yet Thoreau's done more than just go to Harvard and make pencils. He's a disciple of Emerson. Yep, he worships the guy. He loves his philosophy so much that he tries to put it into practice as much as possible. Do you see how Thoreau is sitting with a group of abolitionists and politicians, laughing and talking, but he's dressed simply, and he's one of the few who didn't complement the hostess on her elaborate decorations and place settings? Thoreau is just like Emerson: practical, simple, and focused on the soul and nature. He's incredibly frugal, too, and keeps detailed records of every penny that leaves his wallet. You might have read in the newspaper how Thoreau moved to Walden Pond a few years ago in order to build a little house, grow his own food, and retreat from society for two years. Yes, the legend is true! Ask Thoreau about the environment; he's known as one of the first American environmental writers. Nature astounds him and captures his closest attention. He's not as much of a hermit as Emerson, but Myers-Briggs would definitely label him as an introvert. Although watch out because the guy believes in his convictions; he's spent a night in jail for not paying his taxes and has spoken out adamantly against slavery.

Thoreau's an interesting fellow. I personally didn't finish his book Walden because I found it hard to get into and different than anything else I've read. Not strictly an autobiography, nor a devotional, nor a how-to-manual or poetry or an essay, but it's a bit of all of those genres. You can skim through it sometime perhaps, and visit the house where he lived at Walden. I've heard it's a beautiful place.

Whitman's the eccentric guy in the top hat surrounded by women, men, and children. The guy has charisma! His picture's in the paper every other day because the man loves to play dress-up... first he's all rugged, Daniel Boone-like and then he's donning a frilly shirt and wearing a corset. You'll find Whitman down by the river, walking the streets of New York City, and at the opera. Much of his inspiration for his writings comes from politics, the opera, the Bible, and Emerson and Thoreau. Have you read his book Leaves of Grass? It's a collection of transcendental poetry glorifying the self, nature, and common people. Whitman differs from his mentors Emerson and Thoreau in that he shifts his focus from isolated people searching within themselves for the truth to a collective group of people commonly sharing life and a soul. Equality, love, rights, and similarities between everybody are his main messages. One might call him a precursor of the beat poets.

The main problem with Whitman is his subject matter and his style. Whitman will write about anything, and I mean anything. That's why Emerson and Thoreau don't entirely endorse all of his writings. Also, he is the champion of what's called "free verse"; he employs long sentences, anaphora, repetition, antithesis, and more to create a conversion experience for the reader. By the end you're swept away in a spinning dervish of lights, sounds, situations, and feelings. What Whitman does best is plunk you down in someone else's shoes and let you realize you're just like them, even if they're completely different from you in race, job, or social status.

Personally, I hope I'm sitting by Whitman at dinner. He's a little cuckoo, but at the same time no one else writes descriptions of nature, American life, and the common person's experiences like he does. He has a way with words, that's for sure (sometimes he even makes them up...)

You had no idea the three main voices of transcendentalism were coming to this party, did you? Well, here they are. Now you can go introduce yourself. Just avoid Herman Melville... he's in the other room with a scowl on his face signing autographs in a super thick book called Moby-Dick. Melville's not sold on transcendentalism. Obviously, because the main symbol in his book - the great white whale - stands for evil, the one element transcendentalism doesn't explain. Maybe we can rile them up and get them debating tonight, because I'd like to hear what Emerson, Thoreau, and Whitman would say in response to Melville's questions. He certainly makes veiled references to these guys in that huge book he's signing right now.

Okay, now you know enough to enjoy yourself. Go sit by Emerson. Maybe he'll come out of his solitude and chat with you for a little bit, and who knows, perhaps you'll leave tonight a converted transcendentalist....


God's ways are higher

Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us. Ecclesiastes 7:3

Enjoy prosperity while you can, but when hard times strike, realize that both come from God. Remember that nothing is certain in this life. Ecclesiastes 7:14

"My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts", says the Lord. "And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts are higher than your thoughts." Isaiah 55: 8-9

Isn't it comforting that God's vision extends from our past to our future and encompasses every tiny aspect in between? That he understands the reasons for every circumstance in our life, every moment in which we question and doubt?

Thanking God today for this truth.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Collapse into his arms

I will bless the Lord who guides me;
even at night my heart instructs me.
I know the Lord is always with me.
I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me.
Psalm 16: 7-8

A reminder for you... and for me... today, that the presence of God is tangible, comforting, and incredibly close at every moment. All it takes is an extended hand. He will grab it and never let go because he LOVES to be strong for us when we are weak, wimpy, and bewildered. In our sorriest, saddest, most pathetic states, his love and grace insulate us entirely. Collapse into his arms... no others' compare.


Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Dozing through the day

Do you know the feeling of absolute grogginess? The kind that gets up with you in the morning, follows you around all day, and (like a best friend, or maybe just a clingy acquaintance) refuses to leave your side? Grogginess was with me when I greeted the day grumpily at 7 am. When I tried to fend it off with coffee, it only pressed in closer, a great big smothering hug. Thanks. American Literature went until 8:50 tonight - always a monster, that class - and I honestly yawned twelve hundred times. And constantly popped my new retainer in and out of my mouth because I couldn't focus on anything else (it's extraordinary that a retainer can become so fascinating when you're tired).
Grogginess is terribly difficult to shake. But somehow I fought through a stats presentation, six and a half hours of classes, practice with a voice student, a meeting with a professor, and planning for small group with it enveloping my head in laughing gas. And I actually might have absorbed a little bit of something in American Literature. Was it extreme fatigue or actual comedy that caused me to laugh when my professor said, "Walt Whitman wasn't writing any prissy poems. He was writing about grass!" Perhaps my chuckles were a little much...
These days when an alert, conscious mind seems impossible to summon are never fun. People ask you questions and make comments, and you either give some inane response or grin like an idiot. Or make an excuse. "I'm just tired, sorry." Well, hello, everybody's tired... this is college! You can't be talking. Sympathy is hard to come by unless you're deathly ill or have like 24 credits and five majors. We've all got it hard.
Solution? Everybody should go to bed at 10:30 and sleep until they feel like waking up. What a wonderful world it would be. Except you'd miss sunrises. And early morning mist. And the soft morning light that brushes your cheek so sweetly, turning the corners of your mouth into a smile. And breakfast, and coffee, and cheery "good mornings" as you walk to your destination. Mornings contain newness, freshness, a dose of hope and excitement found nowhere else.
All this musing makes me want to go to bed and wait for morning. Goodnight, and sweet dreams!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

What is our role in God's hungry world?

Fasting and justice. Two words that scare the heebie-jeebies out of me. Justice. Fasting. I like my comfortable, happy, busy, American life with my eat-as-much-as-you-want meal plan at Phelps, my bountiful selection of dorm room snacks, and my credit card that paves the way to drinks at the coffee shop and pumpkin walnut muffins.

Food is good. God gave us food. It's his gift, his way of providing for our needs as humans. The world is full of delicious things to eat, and we have the privilege of partaking in them.

That said, the world is also fallen. God gives us food, but some people don't have enough. It's a crazy concept for me because at home our pantry is always stocked full, food is right at my fingertips, and if I'm out and about with a hunger pain I can drive through McDonald's in like two seconds. Hunger isn't something that's familiar or imminent in my life.

I've been reflecting on these themes this morning, and God's speaking to me, as always, through his scripture and through my convictions. I honestly have an aversion to the word "justice", "social justice", etc. Because I've grown up thinking that preaching the gospel and sharing the love of Jesus is the main concern of a Christian's life, I consider "justice" often to be sidetracking. God has taught me a lot about this in the past couple of years, and I now realize that we can participate with God in freeing the captives, feeding the hungry, giving to the poor, and denying yourself so others can live. The Bible is full of references to the poor, the hungry, and the marginalized.... I didn't want to see it before, but I have now. WIDOWS. ORPHANS. Micah 6:8, Isaiah 58, there are verses all over Proverbs, Matthew 25. We are called to be generous givers, suppliers, and lovers of those that don't have enough.

At the same time, I think, "But God, so many people did this to themselves! It's their fault!" On Thursday we had a food stamps simulation in Phelps Hall, and while my heart went out to people on food stamps, I couldn't help but let those negative thoughts sneak in my head... "well for good grief, take some college classes and then you won't be making minimum wage. Then you can feed your children. It's your responsibility as a parent to feed your children!"

I think there's some truth to that. Parents have responsibilities. People have responsibilities. But there's also truth to "The generous will prosper; those who refresh others will themselves be refreshed" (Prov. 11:25). And, "Those who shut their ears to the cries of the poor will be ignored in their own time of need" (Prov. 21:13).

God is fully able to provide for his children. That being said, he calls us to participate too. Where is the line? How much do we do? Can we ever do enough? Can we truly end world hunger, or even be expected to?

"This is the kind of fasting I want;
Free those who are wrongly imprisioned;
lighten the burden of those who work for you.
Let the oppressed go free,
and remove the chains that bind people.
Share your food with the hungry,
and give shelter to the homeless.
Give clothes to those who need them,
and do not hide from relatives who need your help.
Then... YOUR SALVATION WILL COME LIKE THE DAWN,
and your wounds will quickly heal.
Your godliness will lead you forward,
and the glory of the Lord will protect you from behind.
Then when you call, the Lord will answer.
"Yes, I am here," he will quickly reply.

Isaiah 58: 6-9a

Monday, October 4, 2010

We're off to a great start.

Monday's a ideal day to learn important lessons. It's only 10:00 and I've already learned a few. Check it out.

1) Not eating breakfast before a statistics class of 1 hour and 20 minutes is a bad idea. This is pretty intuitive, but all the same breakfast CANNOT be skipped. Your brain will be mush during class. My brain was mush until I had my doughnut for the day... ;-)
2) Taking care of your phone is pretty vital if you want to be able to communicate with the outside world. I'm pretty sure my phone and I are going through a rough time of our relationship right now. I've dropped him AT LEAST 5 times in the last 5 days... and today he almost gave up on me. Thankfully there's a little bit of love in there somewhere, 'cause we worked things out.
3) No contacts for tired eyes. It just doesn't roll that way. Glasses=happy eyes if you are tired.
4) Coffee makes the world happier and brighter. Oh, and so does morning Bible reading :)

Hope your Monday is also an opportune time to learn lessons. Just don't learn them the hard way like I did :-)

Saturday, October 2, 2010

A morning with Ralph Waldo Emerson

The famed transcendentalist accompanied me to the library this morning, and we sat in my favorite spot. Overstuffed armchairs are the best place for heavy thinking, and I suspected that Ralph had a lot of controversial things to say. It took two hours for him to explain to me, through his essays "Self-Reliance", "The Poet", and "Address to Harvard Divinity School", his view of life. I'm disappointed, actually. Rather troubled by what he had to say.

Last week Ben Franklin enlightened me to the possibilities of man's intellect in business, invention, and discerning human nature. He wrote some good stuff in "Poor Richard's Almanac" but at the same time I despaired at his removal of God from society and from life's meaning. (I was, however, impressed by the man's productivity. The guy spent most of the day studying, inventing, or discoursing, and wouldn't even stop to play cards for fear of wasting his time.) What was so discouraging to notice in his writing was the emphasis on success and wealth. That's all he worked towards. It's easy to see America's roots of materialism and self-fulfillment in his example. And okay, granted, Ben Franklin was one of those linchpin people who set a moral and intellectual example, and we probably owe him something. What we don't owe him is a thankfulness for the protection of our spiritual heritage, which is something that seems to disappear in the mid 1700s in America.

Emerson writes lyrically and expresses ideas with poignant images and breathtaking ideals. However, his individualistic viewpoint of life that rejects historical Christianity, values nonconformity, rejects submission to anyone, much less God, believes the soul and nature are the most important things in life, and simply points our worship towards nature and our own amazingness and productivity is saddening. What does he say about Jesus? That Jesus was a good man with beautiful ideals and poetic language, but that you, too, can have that same nature. Praise yourself. There is God inside of you. After all, Jesus' example shows us that God wants to incarnate himself inside every man. While it's true that we are created in the image of God, we're called to only reflect his glory and direct our worship back to our maker, not to our own divine selves. Emerson, dude! You were way off track.

I will at least thank Emerson for his time and for illuminating the origins of our American culture. His writings did help me understand how we've ended up where we are today as a culture: obsessed with self-gain and advancing up the social ladder, holding relative religious beliefs, withholding our tithes and offerings, and doing whatever makes us feel happy or individualistic. Be yourself, the culture says. Do what you want to do.

If I was a philosopher, I might write something to blast those ideas out of the park with God's truth. I wish I could! I somehow didn't have words for Emerson this morning. Thus I blogged, and there lies the end of my disturbing morning adventure with Emerson.