Houses For Haiti

Rebecca at Carried On the Wind is trying to raise awareness and $1600 to bring decent housing to the areas of Haiti devastated by January’s earthquake.

Here’s what she’s written:

“I’ve written before about the work of my dear friends Shelley and Corrigan Clay and their non-profit organization, The Apparent Project. They are working to provide employment for Haitians, as well as providing education, food, and housing as they’re able. Many of Haiti’s orphans still have parents, but their parents are unable to provide for them; they are poverty orphans. Shelley and Corrigan’s heart is to provide families with the tools they need to stay together. At last count they were employing around 70 people making jewelry and other products which are sold here in the United States.
A beautiful necklace crafted by Apparent Artisans; even the paper beads are handmade!
One of the latest endeavors of The Apparent Project is to help build permanent homes for families who are still homeless. With a matching grant from the Netherlands, they are able to build a small but sturdy house for a donation of only $1600. That’s about what many of us pay a every month or two for our rent or mortgage, and this will build a whole house!  They’re able to purchase these homes from a company who also employs Haitians in the pre-construction phase. The $1600 includes everything- the labor (more Haitians given work!), all the supplies, paint, floor, etc. The Apparent Project doesn’t take any overhead on house donations.”
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Rebecca has a widget on her blog that will take you directly to Apparent Project’s donation page.  Click on over to donate and add your money to the group.

To sweeten the deal, she’s started a giveaway.

Nearing The Journey’s End

I know it’s been quiet around here.  There’s been a lot of going’s on and a lot of changes in our household in the last three weeks.

In one week I took two kids off to college (one for the first time) and got our 14 yr old off to a traditional high school.   I spent a good part of the next week talking to and worrying about a very homesick college daughter.   Just because they’re out of the house doesn’t mean I’m done with those midnight tearful sessions.   It. was.very.tough.

We briefly considered public school for my 9 yr old son, Tim.  Everyone who suggested it used the sage advice:  “You can get him free testing and help”.  Sigh.  My son is worth more than free help that comes with a large dose of feet dragging on the gov’t's part.   Nothing is ever free anyway.  We began some testing for him but haven’t gotten the results back yet.

If you’ve ever been a homeschooler for any length of time you’ve probably wished on occasion:  “If only I could find a school that taught like a homeschool.”  You’d want something where children of different ages work together and they can work on projects as long as needed rather than because a bell has rung.   You’d definitely want them to learn at their own pace and level with lots of hands-on materials.  And of course, one big goal of every parent is an independent learner.

I think I’ve found that with a Montessori Elementary education.

I did spend some time thinking I might use the Montessori method in my homeschool.  But, one of our goals for the last two years was to put the youngest two in school just as Catherine was entering high school.   Tim would have been very lonely all day long with just me and his 17 yr old brother occasionally popping in from his homeschool and community college classes.

The fact that Tim did not get in the same school as Catherine is a bit of a hassle but it’s much more of a blessing.    That school would have been so wrong for him.  I was trying to fit a square peg into a round hole and he would have paid the price.  We’re taking a bit of a leap of faith because it all fell into place very quickly and at the last minute.   But I am hopeful that it is going to be a bright and fruitful school year for all my children.

As for me, I’ve been on such a roller coaster in the last month, I’m not sure what to think of it all.  All this was done during a time when we were gone from church 3 out of the last 4 Sundays (something I wouldn’t recommend).  But, one of the things I kept saying to myself over and over was,  “I am not alone.  Orthodoxy is not a lonely religion.”  I am so very thankful for the intercessions of all the Saints and our most Holy Lady.

Evagrus Pontokos (345-399 A.D) said, “If you come to the Church, say your prayers, stand there and say to God ‘Lord have mercy, God save me, God be with me, God purify me’ all the Panagia Theotokos with all the angels with all the Saints will come and pray with you”.

icon photo credit: Inside the Mani

Two Fantasy Books

I’ve been on a bit of a fantasy roll lately.  Here’s two I’ve read in the last month:

Graceling:

I’ve had this on my list since Maureen recommended it quite some time ago.   From the cover:

“Katsa has been able to kill a man with her bare hands since she was eight — she’s a Graceling, one of the rare people in her land born with an extreme, and in her case horrifying, skill. As niece of the king, she should be able to live a life of privilege, but Graced as she is with killing, she is forced to work as the king’s thug. When she first meets Prince Po, Graced with combat skills, Katsa has no hint of how her life is about to change.”

Graceling started off slow and I didn’t really like the main character, Katsa. By the middle of the book I had warmed up to Katsa and found the book to be a page-turner.   In the beginning, I think I just didn’t like that Katsa was a murderer and somehow that was okay since that was her Grace.  It took me some time to get comfortable with her, and really it was only after she became a bit more self-aware.  3.5/5 stars

Howl’s Moving Castle:

I picked up Howl’s Moving Castle after learning that it was actually a book from Everyday Reads via Semicolon’s Saturday Review of Books.   I had seen the movie a few years ago with my kids and hadn’t realized it was actually a book or that there was a whole series of books based on Howl, Sophie, and Calcifer.

It was a fun, enchanting book to read.  I really like Diana Wynne Jones’ writing style.  I also liked the theme that people have things about themselves (bad spells put on them) that they can’t tell anyone about.  It rather made me think about ourselves and that famous quote by Philo of Alexandria:

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle”.

As usual, the book is quite different than the anime movie.  Good thing I only remembered snippets from the movie or I might have found it distracting.  But, I enjoyed it enough that I can’t wait to dig into another Diana Wynne Jones story and I’ll probably steer clear of the movies for a while.  4/5 stars

School Year Curve-Ball

My year has been thrown a curve-ball.  It has become apparent that our youngest is just not reading ready for the traditional school we were sending his sister to.  It was a big blow to both him and myself.  He worked very hard this summer but there is still a disconnect somewhere.    We’ve been down this road before and I had hoped that early intervention would make the difference.  Sadly, it has not.

So I’ve spent a good bit of time crying and another good bit of time stomping my feet.  Let’s see….that covers 2 of the stages of grief.

Most of the summer I’ve felt like I was treading water and just keeping my head above the waves.   Learning that he wasn’t going to make it into school with his sister was like someone pushing me under and holding me down.

Well, enough of my pity-party.  I’ve got phone calls to make, experts to talk with, other possibilities to pursue, and perhaps curriculum choices to make.

Prayers would be appreciated.

Vacation Time

We spent this past week all together on vacation.   I was able to find a rental home in a beautiful location only about 2 hours from here in PA.  This enabled working kids to join us for part of our week away.   Most of the kids were together most of the long weekend, but schedules are never perfect so we were only all together for a grand total of one and half days.

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I am hopeful that the 2-3 hour distance will work for future family vacations, although we think a long weekend rather than a whole week will be a bit better.

The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories

While not quite as good as Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell I  still thoroughly enjoyed reading Susanna Clarke’s collection of short stories in The Ladies of Grace Adieu.  This was pure enjoyment and fluffiness.  Once again, I had fun with Ms. Clarke’s way of mixing historical people into the world of faeries.

Some of the stories were light and fun (Tom Brightwind and  The Duke of Wellington Misplaces His Horse) and others had a more sinister feel (Mrs. Mabb and Mr. Simonelli and the Fairy Widow).   But none were so dark or hopeless as to be despressing.  I haven’t always enjoyed the short story form, but it worked with this collection.

Joyous Feast Day…

This is a re-post from last year…

Happy Feast Day!

100_1798Today, Orthodox Christians celebrate the Feast of the Transfiguration of our Lord. Traditionally, we bring grapes and other fruit of the garden to be blessed by the priest after today’s service. This is because it is believed that the Transfiguration took place at the time of the Feast of Booths (Sukkoth) in which the Israelites celebrated the harvest.

“But We were Eyewitnesses to His Majesty”

In the 2nd Letter of Peter, the Apostle speaks out emphatically concerning his belief that Christ was truly God. He offers the strongest of evidence of this: “For we did not follow cunningly devised fables when we made known to you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but we were eyewitnesses of His Majesty.” (2 Peter 1:16). This brief statement is a refernece to the remarkable event that occurred on Mount Tabor: The Holy Transfiguration of our Lord.

It is interesting to note that preponderance of the sacred number “3″ that is interwoven throughout this mysterious, supernatural story. Three Apostles – Peter, James and John – were privileged to catch a glimpse of Christ in His glorious, transfigured form. The story is found in three of the Gospels; inexplicably, John, who was present at the Transfiguration, fails to mention it in his own Gospel narrative. There are three key “heavenly figures” in this story: Moses, Elias and the Voice of God. Their appearance emphasizes the great truth that our Savior was the fulfillment of the Law (Moses) and all of the writings of the Prophets (Elias), which meets with the Father’s approval as He exclaims: “This is my beloved Son. Listen to Him!” (Mark 9:7)

It should be pointed out that the Old Testament clearly teaches that three witnesses are needed to attest to any fact. (Deut. 19:15) Through the presence of Peter, James and John as well as the appearance of Moses, Elias and God the Father, the letter of the law, indeed, was satisfied.
::::from The Orthodox Weekly Bulletin.

On the Mountain You were Transfigured, O Christ God,
And Your disciples beheld Your glory as far as they could see it;
So that when they would behold You crucified,
They would understand that Your suffering was voluntary,
And would proclaim to the world,
That You are truly the Radiance of the Father!

Kontakion for the Feast of Transfiguration.

The Dean’s Watch

Set in an unnamed Cathedral town, The Dean’s Watch by Elizabeth Goudge is a story about how love conquers all.

The Dean, Adam Ayscough , is a frightening, academic, unapproachable man who is deeply saddened by his inability to reach out to others.   He loves his town and fellow man but because of his station, gravely voice, and frightening looks no one sees through to the inner man.  That is except one crippled old lady, Miss Montague.   Long ago she had committed herself to prayer and love and as a result she has insight into many people in the town, including The Dean.

Enter the town’s clockmaker, Isaak Peabody, a man who has rejected the angry judgmental God of his stern and abusive father.  The Cathedral itself (where his own father had been Rector) represents everything he fears & rejects about his past.  He carefully organizes his visits to the Deanery to wind the clocks around The Dean’s weekly absences from the house.  Until one day when The Dean is home sick.

Through Miss Montague’s encouragement to meet people and to take an interest in them and also a mishap with a note The Dean is eager to meet the town’s clockmaker.  And so a friendship begins and spreads out to others like the spokes of a wheel.

The Dean’s Watch, is another fairytale type book asking the simple question: “What would happen if we went out of our comfort zone and loved those around us?”     Very realisitc because it’s never easy to love those who are fearful or angry.  But like a fairtale because rarely does everyone respond in kind in real life.  But, I liked that the book made me think about my own life and where I  have fallen down and where I can do better.  It’s nice to have examples, like the ones in the book, to look up to and try to imitate.

I’ve noticed a theme lately in books and real life when friends, family and doctor’s are speaking with those who have a short time to live.  Usually, the advice given is to “rest and don’t over exert or excite yourself.”  I mean, eek gads…. We certainly don’t want the dying to do anything risky with their lives, now do we?    It just seems a bit anti-Christian to tell someone to take it easy and try to eek out a few more weeks or months.

That’s not to say I’m all for going out and foolishly living it up those last few months.  I find the whole “Bucket List’ phenomenon a bit strange too.  It’s as though the whole meaning in life is to climb the Himalayans or to take that bungee jump.  My life is not a series of checks marks on a list any more than it is something to squirrel away and keep hidden.

One of the movie scenes I think of the most comes from  Schindler’s List. At the end of the movie the war is over and Oskar Schindler has saved 1100 people .  But he weeps.  He weeps and thinks, “I could have done more.  If I had sold the car I could have saved 10 more people.”

Final Lessons

Our parish lost a beloved member this past week.  Tim had been a long-time 7th/8th grade Sunday School teacher (now there’s are long suffering man if ever there was one).    He had been sick for a very long time.  My priest told me once that Tim had been fighting cancer since before he arrived at the parish about 10 years ago.  It must have been a kind that moved slowly.  In the last year his decline was precipitous.  Even during this time he still attempted to make it to church as often as possible and sit in with the kids during Sunday School.

Each time he came to church there was a mixture of pain and beauty.   It was hard to see him decline and suffer and so beautiful to see not only his will to be there but how other’s cared for him.

As the saying goes:   “No one is saved alone.”  Just as the paralytic was carried  to Christ by his friends, so our friend was brought to Christ by those who loved him in the parish.

I know it must have been very hard for him to come to church those last few months, but it was also good that he didn’t just hide away in his home.  In some small way he allowed us to share in his  struggles.   He many not have realized it but I think he was teaching those kids one last lesson about how we care for others and how to die in the Lord.

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“Let no one fear death, for the Savior’s death has set us free.
He that was held prisoner of it has annihilated it.”

Paschal Homily of St. John Chrysostom

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