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Smart Little Paul – Discussion

Mrs. Alexander’s tale entitled “Smart Little Paul” is a true story, as she seems to indicate at the end (this is also supported by the fact that she only revealed to us the initial of the family’s last name, a common practice in classic literature when a name was not known or the author wanted to conceal it). And it illustrates, I believe, one of her “pet peeves” if you will. However, I am having a little difficulty in figuring out what exactly bothered her about the situation.

I can certainly say that I disagree with Dr. and Mrs. F——’s parenting methods, and I agree with the conclusions Mrs. Alexander and her friend made at the end of the story:

“I don’t think that boy will make a good man,” I answered. “His parents brag on him so much, he will be all conceit by the time he is grown, and a swindler and gambler, most likely, as his father says ‘he will do anything for money.’”

However, it’s clear that it is not only the greed, selfishness, and love of money that shocked Mrs. Alexander and her friend. It also had to do with the fact that this money-making was being done on the Lord’s day:

[M]y friend remarked as the door closed behind them: “Now you see what makes bad children; and that is just the reason there are so many bad men in the world. Children are brought up with no regard for the Lord’s day, and parents are to blame for it.”

Did they consider this work, and thus not appropriate for Sunday? I am not really sure. It is clear though that this all had something to do with it being the Lord’s day. What do you think? Can you give me any insight on this unique story?

It was partially because of things like this that I was attracted to Ailenroc’s Book. She was a member of the Lord’s church, and I find it interesting to see her beliefs through her writings, and see how they differ from those held today. Of course, she was incorrect to think that certain things are forbidden on Sunday; this belief tries to borrow from the old Jewish law. But all in all, those things she believed were based on the truth of Scripture, and I am comforted to think that even then, 110 years ago, there were God-fearing Christians in this country, serving Him as He specified in His Word.

Now, discuss! That’s what this post is for, after all.

Carrying on the Tradition

QuillThere are many characteristics that could be said to define this time in history, but one that stands out to me in particular is that of communication. In the twenty-first century, more than ever before, much of mankind has access to technology that aids in long-distance communication. We have advanced from the telegraph to e-mail and Facebook, and although telephones are still in use, their functions have been both augmented and changed by the passing of time. We have Skype now, as well as texting and instant messaging. And as the number of ways to communicate through electronic devices increases, I fear that more traditional communication methods are being minimized. Why should I walk down the hall to ask someone a question, when I can just text them? Why write a thank-you note, when there are equally delightful e-cards? Why write letters to your mother back home if you can just call her on your cell phone anytime you like?

Much could be said about electronic vs. written modes of communication, but I want to specifically focus on letter-writing, since this is something that I enjoy and that I am trying to carry on.

It is a tradition, after all. My mother, when she was in college, regularly wrote to her mother out of necessity, I suppose because it was expensive to make a long-distance call home. Some may consider this burdensome–“What? Write whole letters? Calling is so much easier and convenient. I don’t have time to write!” Indeed, at times I feel this way. But letters can provide things that phone calls cannot, nor ever will. My mother today has that entire correspondence between mother and daughter, chronicling that period in her life along with the emotions, questions, and general news about what was going on in their lives. She continued this correspondence even after marriage, although at a certain point it ceased because their physical distance was decreased when our family moved to Fort Worth.

It may also be noted that much of the world’s known history has been preserved thanks to letters that have survived, which tell of events and circumstances that would otherwise have been forgotten forever. Much of inspired scripture also appears in the form of letters. I do not say this because I think that my mundane correspondence will someday be highly regarded by others, but I do think it important for young people to have a concern for preserving their early years in some sort of written form. True, many memories may be preserved (or rather, invoked) by photographs, but letters are a much less superficial type of personal history.

I write letters home not only because it is a medium in which I am comfortable conveying my thoughts and feelings, but also with an eye to the future, knowing that many years hence I will be able to look at these letters and see where I was in life at that time; to reminisce and see how far I’ve come. It is somewhat difficult. Sometimes I want to tell my mother something right that minute, and I am tempted to call her instead of writing, knowing that a letter would take several days to reach its destination. But I want to continue with this tradition, and Lord willing I will write plenty more letters in the future, and have plenty to write about.

Journey's End

I have returned home after spending two weeks at a Christian camp in the mountains of New Mexico. And to celebrate my arrival home, here is a favorite song of mine by Clannad, from their album “Macalla“:

Another good end-of-the-journey song is “Back Home,” written by Kindra Ankney and performed by Bobby Horton. It is from the album “Lewis & Clark: Songs of the Journey,” a set of songs about the Lewis & Clark expedition. It is very good music, and educational as well! Here are the lyrics for “Back Home”:

The end of the journey!
They’d been gone so long
Folks back home were thinking surely something had gone wrong.
Missouri River traders called them men returned from graves,
For rumors were that they’d been killed
Or taken in as slaves.

Though many U.S. folks had given up on their return,
There was one who still had hope: Mr. Jefferson.
His dream had surely been fulfilled—
The wealth of knowledge gained
Was all that he had hoped for
And soon would be explained.

All St. Louis greeted them when they arrived in town;
The corps presented their salute by firing off three rounds.
Celebrations welcomed them,
Newspapers spread their name,
Towns of happy citizens
Declared the corps’s fame.

The journey was now ended,
The story just begun,
There’d be changes to our land because of what they’d done.
The captains and their party
Rejoiced to be back home—
The adventure was over,
But the tale had just begun.

Foxe's Book of Martyrs

I have recently begun reading this book, mainly because it has been a reverenced work of literature throughout history and also because I want to be well-read. I am unsure of its historical accuracy, and doubtless most of the martyrs whose deaths are described had already departed from certain parts of Biblical truth, but it is an interesting book nevertheless, and already I have found a few passages that I would like to share.

From chapter two, speaking of the catacombs:

When Christian graves have been opened, the skeletons tell their own terrible tale. Heads are found severed from the body, ribs and shoulder blades are broken, bones are often calcined from fire. But despite the awful story of persecution that we may read here, the inscriptions breathe forth peace and joy and triumph. Here are a few: Read More

Ailenroc’s Book

ailenrocA few years back, my sister and I were looking through some of our grandmother’s books in a back bedroom when we came across one with a curious title. The words Ailenroc’s Book grabbed our attention, and as we gingerly opened the frail green volume we soon discovered who Ailenroc was. She wrote in the short preface “I do not think I shall live to see [this book] out, but I want to bespeak for it a kind reception. Of faults it has many; but I am sure they are not of the heart, and it is a pleasure to me to think that I have written nothing that can do harm.” Ailenroc, or more properly, Cornelia Alexander, was an elderly Christian lady of Alabama. Read More