For Grandmother

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

Praise Him all creatures here below

Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost


The movie list, part 2

I promised to send the rest of the list and then wasn’t feeling well and then got distracted . . . sigh. . . but here it is:

If you missed the first part, you can find it here.

1. Amazing Grace (again)
2. Lars and the Real Girl
3. Be Kind, Rewind
4. Lost in Austen
5. Mansfield Park (with Francis O’Connell)
6. While You Were Sleeping
7. The Mission
8. Il Postino
9. Miracle Run
10. The Ringer
11. Joe vs. the Volcano
12. Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte (used to be a staple at Harding around Halloween, by the way!)
13. The Smartest Guys in the Room
14. Amelia
15. Tea with Mussolini
16. Cinema Paradiso
17. Mostly Martha
18. Big Night
19. Love/Actually
20. Oliver!
21. #1 Ladies Detective Agency (actually a series with a movie-length premier.)
22. The Holiday
23. Elf
24. Meet me in St. Louis
25. Rabbit-proof Fence
26. Man From Snowy River
27. A Far Off Place
28. Our Mutual Friend
29. Secondhand Lions (LOVE this one!)
30. The Parent Trap (the new one with Dennis Quaid)
31. We Are Marshall
32. Greatest Game
33. Remember the Titans
34. Miracle
35. The Rookie
36. Like Mike
37. Invincible
38. The Dish
30. U-571
31. The Tunnel
32. Das Boot
33. The Express
34. Just Write
35. Charlie Bartlett
35. Little Miss Sunshine
36. God Grew Tired of Us
37. The Boy in Striped Pajamas
38. Shawshank Redemption

Wow. That’s a lot of movies. Some of them were recommended more than once, with the highest number of recommendations going to Schindler’s List. Green Mile came in second place.

So now, in addition to having that long list of books that I’ll probably never get read, I also have a list of movies that I’ll probably never get watched. It was fun to see the variety of recommendations. There were some I’d never heard of and some I know enough about to know that I probably won’t watch them. I’m a very visual person and the images that go into my head stay with me a long time. I’ve always had to be careful, going WAY back to the time when the Childcatcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang would keep me up at night. That was one creepy dude!

Can you find me?

Originally uploaded by Brackett Library

I’m in this picture somewhere. Who wants to guess? And no family members allowed!

If you click on the picture you can see a larger image at our library’s Flickr site. While you’re there, check out lots of other cool HU photos from the last 8 decades. There are also pictures of my mom and sister in the midst of the 5,000-something images.

Yes. I have a cool job.

Three things

1. If you have not read my dad’s birthday blog below, please do so.

2. I learned today that if we can get the process completed before the end of the year, we will qualify for a free insulin pump for Caleb due to reaching 100% maximum coverage limits. Please pray that we will move through the paperwork swiftly so that we won’t have to pay any out-of-pocket expenses for this.

3. I’ll post the rest of the movie list tomorrow. I didn’t want to preempt my dad’s birthday.

Dr. Daddy

Today is my dad’s birthday. My sister wrote a beautiful tribute to him over at Folk, Flocks, Flowers and I would love for you to read the beautiful words that she has written. He’s an amazing man.

One way I’ve silently paid tribute to him through the years is in finding similarities between literary characters and him. When I read Mark Twain’s Adventure of Huckleberry Finn, I could see my dad as a young man in Georgia, most likely wearing cut-off overalls and floating down the river. I remember talking about the book with him later; it was being challenged in several school systems because of its use of derogatory terms for Jim, the escaped slave. Daddy was passionate(in his calm and quiet way) about its need to be read. It was a book of its time; people really did use those words. Most importantly, though, they were missing the boat. The point of Huck Finn was not that hateful words were used for one group of people. The point is that Huck was willing to die and go to Hell if helping Jim was a sin.

When I read To Kill a Mockingbird, I saw my dad all in Atticus Finch. Both were intelligent, fair-minded, humble, carried a large level of responsibility at home, and were always southern gentlemen. Atticus shocked his daughter by being able to shoot a gun. My dad shocked me by being able to hit a baseball further than I’d ever seen one be hit. Neither Atticus nor my dad was a “respector of persons.” In my dad’s world, people were not treated differently because of race, belief systems, or educational levels. People were people, made in God’s image and deserving of respect.

My dad loves words. He taught Advanced Grammar and History of the English Language courses, and he dabbled in other languages throughout his adult life. He was fascinated with communication styles and was a Greek and Hebrew major in his undergraduate years. He took sign language courses, taught himself Esperanto, and completed a dissertation that reviewed how places were given their names. Regional dialect delighted him. He earned a doctoral degree, but said, “y’alls’s” (pronounced y’all-zes) when we went home to Georgia to visit his family.

His love of words is the connection I see in my final literary comparison: In the beginning was the Word; the Word was with God and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God.

I’m too old to hold the childish belief that my dad is God, but I have seen more of God in my dad than in any other person I know.

Happy Birthday, Dr. Daddy!

Well so much for that.


For Your Viewing Pleasure

I want to share Melody Beck Hogan’s blog site with you. Melody grew up in Searcy and is the same age as my older brother Lawrence. She is an artist of great faith and is currently challenging herself to do 100 paintings in 100 days.

I’ve loved seeing her faith-based artwork. I’ve been amazed again by the talented people I grew up with.

So please, go enjoy Melody’s artwork. It’s been wonderful to see her creativity and faith.

I’m breaking the daily rule

This is too good not to share. It’s the lyrics from Steven Curtis Chapman’s newest release. I bought it today and am already sitting here with tears in my eyes. I wanted to post it for everyone who has lost a little boy or girl. It’s a hurt that never really goes away and it’s expressed beautifully here in Chapman’s words.

Heaven is the Face

Heaven is the face of a little girl
With dark brown eyes
That disappear when she smiles
Heaven is the place
Where she calls my name
Says, “Daddy please come play with me for awhile”

God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more
But God, You know, that this is what I’m aching for
God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door
So right now

Heaven is the sound of her breathing deep
Lying on my chest, falling fast asleep while I sing
And Heaven is the weight of her in my arms
Being there to keep her safe from harm while she dreams

And God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more
But God, You know, that this is what I’m longing for
God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door

But in my mind’s eye I can see a place
Where Your glory fills every empty space
All the cancer is gone
Every mouth is fed
And there’s no one left in the orphans’ bed
Every lonely heart finds their one true love
And there’s no more goodbye
And no more not enough
And there’s no more enemy
No more

Heaven is a sweet, maple syrup kiss
And a thousand other little things I miss with her gone
Heaven is the place where she takes my hand
And leads me to You
And we both run into Your arms

Oh God, I know, it’s so much more than I can dream
It’s far beyond anything I can conceive
So God, You know, I’m trusting You until I see
Heaven in the face of my little girl
Heaven in the face of my little girl

To read the story behind the lyrics, visit CNN’s story.

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