“Come in! and know me better, man!”

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is the ghost of Christmas yet to come.  He’s a menacing sort of fellow, in fact Dickens says that “Scrooge bent down upon his knee; for in the very air through which this Spirit moved it seemed to scatter gloom and mystery.”  Not really someone you want to spend a lot of time with.  I realized a couple of months ago that subconsciously I tend to view God this way.  As though he is a silent intimidating figure following me around, pointing me towards my doom as I stand there waiting for the other shoe to drop, and that in this case, I should clearly spend my life cowering like Scrooge is doing in the picture above.  The bible clearly says otherwise however; in verses like

Psalm 34:8 – Taste and see that the LORD is good;
blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.

Proverbs 10:22 – The blessing of the LORD brings wealth,
without painful toil for it.

Romans 5:8 – But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners Christ died for us.

This is a God who gave his life to save us from death, rather than condemn us to it.  The more I thought about it the more I realized that God is really more like this guy:

This is the Ghost of Christmas Present.  He is warm and welcoming, and when Scrooge first enters the room he calls out “Come in! and know me better, man!”  And when I think of God like this, knowing him better is exactly what I want to do.


But…she’s not a superhero


Bear: What are you going to be for halloween?

Me: Lois Lane.

Bear: She’s not a superhero, she doesn’t have superpowers.

Me: I know.

Bear: Don’t you want to be Batman, or Superman so you can fight?

Me: But they’re boys.

Bear: Oh that’s ok you can be them.  Lewis* Lane can’t fly.

Me: I know

Bear: You could be Wonder Woman she’s cool.

Me: Yeah.

Bear: So you be Wonder Woman or Lewis Lane?

Me: Lois Lane.

Bear: She’s not a superhero.

*No matter how many times we explain to him that her name is Lois, he calls her Lewis.

“How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!” – Jane Austen


Reasons I should not be a fiction writer:

  1. I have never read Moby Dick.
  2. I do not really desire to read Moby Dick.
  3. I am fond of plot.
  4. Sometimes when I see a fish in a story I think it is really just a fish and not symbolic of the fisherman’s need for approval and acceptance, which stems from his father’s rejection of said fisherman’s high school choice to play the cello instead of football.
  5. I like happy endings.  You know where the characters actually end up happy.
  6. I also appreciate endings where all the answers are provided ( I think this is why I liked Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy; they gave you the answer before the end of the first book).
  7. I sometimes find revision to be about as pleasant as poking my eyes out with a fork. (This is a lie, it should probably say always, or at the very least often.)
  8. I am clearly attached to bulleted lists, this is generally not an acceptable form in novels and/or short stories.
  9. I’m not angsty enough.
  10. Even my blog writing is somewhat spotty.

Reasons why the above reasons are irrelevant:

  1. Whenever I’m wondering if I should continue with writing I feel like writing about it will bring resolution.
  2. No one is looking to hire a grammar ninja (which was my fallback).
  3. I’m not interested enough in/good enough at anything else.
  4. I have favorite words like some people have favorite colors. (Right now they are perspicacious and non-sequitur.)
  5. Changing your major is really a pain, and I feel like I’ve already received so much flack for being an English major that I’d hate to see it go to waste.