An Expostulation

Against too many writers of science fiction
Why did you lure us on like this,
Light-year on light-year, through the abyss,
Building (as though we cared for size!)
Empires that cover galaxies
If at the journey’s end we find
The same old stuff we left behind,
Well-worn Tellurian stories of
Crooks, spies, conspirators, or love,
Whose setting might as well have been
The Bronx, Montmartre, or Bedinal Green?

Why should I leave this green-floored cell,
Roofed with blue air, in which we dwell,
Unless, outside its guarded gates,
Long, long desired, the Unearthly waits
Strangeness that moves us more than fear,
Beauty that stabs with tingling spear,
Or Wonder, laying on one’s heart
That finger-tip at which we start
As if some thought too swift and shy
For reason’s grasp had just gone by?

C.S. Lewis (born November 29, 1898, Belfast, Ireland [now in Northern Ireland]—died November 22, 1963, Oxford, Oxfordshire, England) was an Irish-born scholar, novelist, and author of about 40 books, many of them on Christian apologetics, including The Screwtape Letters and Mere Christianity.

O’Tool, Hank The Tank, And The Yellow Curtains

It was late in the evening, O’Toole was getting ready for sleep, Hank the tank was in the room making a circle in his favorite spot. O’Toole’s mother came in to wish him a good night.

O’Toole asked his mother — Can you tell me the story about yellow curtains again? I like hearing stories about you when you were a little girl.

O’Toole’s mother said — yes, I can tell you that story but then you have to go to sleep.

Hank the Tank said — oh yes please tell this story.

O’Toole’s mother started… If you asked my friend Carlie where she lived, she would say not in the city and not in the country. I live in a place just right between the city and the country. I live in a house on River Road.

The house Carlie lived in was not too big and it was not too little. The house was just right. Carlie had her own bedroom. Not many of her friends had their own bedroom but she did.

Now, right down the road from my friend Carlie in a beautiful White House lived Mr. Bill. He was a very nice man who worked all the time in the neighborhood.  Mr. Bill was a fix-it man. There seemed to be nothing that Mr. Bill could not make or fix. All the neighbors came to see Mr. Bill when they had something that needed to be done.

Mr. Bill and Carlie were very good friends. Sometimes Carlie’s mother would let her ride into town with Mr. Bill in his truck. She loved to go to downtown Tucson and look at all of the pretty buildings. Sometimes Mr. Bill would let Carlie go with him on a fix-it job in the neighborhood.

One day, Carlie saw Mr. Bill drive up to his house with wood in his truck.  She knew he was going out to fix something.

She ran over to him smiling and said — Hello Mr. Bill, what’s the wood for?

Mr. Bill said to Carlie — I’m going to make a doghouse for Mr. Brown’s house.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill — can I go with you please?

Mr. Bill laughed and said – Go ask your mom if it is ok.

Carlie’s mom was ok with the plan, Mr. Bill and Carlie drove up the street just a few houses and stopped at Mr. Brown’s house.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill — can you make any kind of doghouse?

Mr. Bill thought about it for a minute and said — well if you can draw a picture of it, I can make it.   

Carlie found some paper and drew a very nice picture.

Carlie replied — Here is the picture, please make this one a pretty one. 

Mr. Bill said to Carlie – well, I need to make this house look the way that Mr. Brown wants. After all, this doghouse is going to be owned by Mr. Brown. But just for you I will make you a pretty one also.

Carlie watched Mr. Bill make the doghouse. All the time she was thinking about how pretty the doghouse would be if it had a yellow door and yellow curtains.

Later that week, Mr. Bill had a job to do for Mr. Morris. Mr. Bill was going to make a hen house for Mr. Morse chickens. Mr. Morris was very happy to get Mr. Bill to work on the hen house project. His chickens were running all over the place looking for some shade.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill — can I come with you?

Mr. Bill said — you better ask your mother before you and I go to this job. 

Carlie asked her mother — can I ride with Mr. Bill over to Mr. Morrison’s house and watch him build the hen house?

Carlie’s mother said yes you may but don’t stay too long and don’t be a nuisance to Mr. Bill.  So, Mr. Bill and Carlie went over to Mr. Morris’s house and Mr. bill started building the henhouse.

Carlie asked Mr. Bill can we make this one pretty can you put a yellow door and yellow curtains on this hen house?

Mr. Bill said to Carlie — no not today. Mr. Morris wants to be able to see inside the hen house to see his chickens through the window. I’m sorry miss Carlie.

Mr. Bill finished the hen house and it was a very fine hen house indeed and they went back Home.

The next day Mr. Bill made a birdhouse for Carlie’s neighbor. It was a very nice birdhouse but it did not have a yellow door and yellow curtains. Carlie was sad.  She spent time talking to God about what to do.

Now the weekend had come and Mr. Bill had taken a few days of rest. Mr. Bill was the church on Sunday . On Monday Mr. Bill had another task. Carlie was not able to go with him because Carlie went to town with her mother.

When she got home later that day from town, she went and found Mr. Bill. She told Mr. Bill all about the moving stairs that took her to the top floor of the clothing store they were in. She had a beautiful new yellow hat that her mother had bought.

Mr. Bill said come on let me show you something in your backyard. They went back into the backyard together.

Mr. Bill pointed up in the tree and said — what do you think?

Carlie was so surprised. Mr. Bill had made Carlie a treehouse with yellow doors and yellow curtains.

Mr. Bill said I know you were praying about yellow doors and yellow curtains. God told me it was time to build this house for you. I kept the picture you made for me. I made you a tree house with a yellow door and yellow curtains.  I used your picture to guide my hands so your tree house would be just right.

Carlie was very thankful to God and Mr. Bill.  She spent a lot of time that summer with her yellow hat on, playing in that tree house, with a yellow door and yellow curtains.

O’Toole and Hank the Tank were almost asleep when O’Toole’s mom finished the story.

O’Toole smiled and said — I like to hear about your life and things that God does for us. Thank you, mom. It has been a very good day.  The End.

Written by Lillian Moore, published in Humpty Dumpty Childrens Magazine, May 1955

Adapted for ShalomTalk by Dan

Happiness in What We Avoid Hernandes Lopes

Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers. . . .

—  Psalm 1:1

Happiness includes having the courage to avoid destructive situations. We can draw the line in uncertain friendships. We can walk away from compromising situations. We can say no to opportunities that could lead to wrongdoing. This is how God describes his followers who seek to honor him and to live by his Word. When we are supplied with wisdom from God, we can avoid misfortunes, regrets, and many troubles by learning to say no before it’s too late.

Rather than walking in step with the wicked, “those who belong to Christ Jesus” can “keep in step with the Spirit” (Galatians 5:24-25). In Christ, we are given new life and “called to be free” (5:13). But that doesn’t mean we are free to follow our old sinful nature. Rather, we are called to “serve one another humbly in love” (5:13), following the whole law of God. If we walk in the way of the wicked, stand proudly with sinners, or sit dutifully among mockers, we will be just like them, and we will not enjoy the happiness of life that God wants for us. We will be blown away like dust in the wind, for “the way of the wicked leads to destruction.”

Psalm 1 is often described as teaching about the two ways: the way of godly wisdom, and the way of foolish wickedness. “Blessed [or happy] is the one who . . .” avoids the way of wickedness but delights in the way of the Lord.

O God, free us from sinful, foolish ways and guide us by your wisdom for living, in line with your law of love. Amen.

About the author — Hernandes Lopes

Hernandes became the Portuguese ministry leader for Today’s sister Portuguese ministry in 2010. He also serves as the director of the organization Luz Para o Caminho (Light for the Way), an organization formed in partnership between ReFrame and the Presbyterian

Church of Brazil. Hernandes has authored more than 160 books and is a popular and respected conference speaker in Brazil. Hernandes graduated from Seminário Presbiteriano do Sul in Brazil and earned a Doctorate of Ministry from Reformed Theological Seminary in Jackson, MS.

Habits And Rhythms

There’s a comfort  humans obtain accomplishing recurring tasks. We get up at the same time each morning, we make our bed, we make ourselves a cup of coffee, we get prepared for the day, choosing the clothing we’re going to wear carefully. We go to work; we arrange our desk or arrange our toolbox and our pickup truck. We set out to do the tasks of the day. We come home that evening we plan and prepare an evening meal, check our email, text messages, check WhatsApp, and settle in to rest. We all have recurring tasks that we do to build structure to our day. Continue reading “Habits And Rhythms”

Choose The Right Path

In a previous universe, I served on a jury for a child molestation case in the Midwest. The accused was a schoolteacher. It was an emotionally demanding thing to sit and listen carefully to the testimony of adult children, experts, and friends of the accused. When we (the jury) wandered off into our room to sit and talk about what we had heard, what we thought, and render a decision, it was amazing to me how many different views of the truth existed within this body of twelve people. In the end we the jury became deadlocked. One person on the jury would not budge off their view that the accused was innocent, the other 11 (including me) felt the accused was guilty. After 2 weeks of deliberation, we told the judge we could not come to an agreement, and that ended my involvement. Continue reading “Choose The Right Path”

Psalms 1: 1-6

1 How well God must like you—
you don’t walk in the ruts of those blind-as-bats,
you don’t stand with the good-for-nothings,
you don’t take your seat among the know-it-alls.

2-3 Instead you thrill to God’s Word,
you chew on Scripture day and night.
You’re a tree replanted in Eden,
bearing fresh fruit every month,
Never dropping a leaf,
always in blossom.

4-5 You’re not at all like the wicked,
who are mere windblown dust—
Without defense in court,
unfit company for innocent people.

6 God charts the road you take.
The road they take leads to nowhere.

Psalms 1: 1-6

King David was the third king of the United Kingdom of Israel. In the Middle Ages, King David was the author of Psalms 1. Their words and illustrations were often linked to the story of David’s journey of redemption from shepherd and sinner to divinely chosen king.