Gilead & Lake Geneva

August 29, 2012

“In eternity this world will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don’t imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try.” – Gilead

I read Marilynne Robinson’s Home a couple of years ago and loved it…I don’t know why it took me so long to read its prequel, Gilead, but part of me is glad I saved it for now. I was reminded again what writing about God and eternity can be… unapologetic but not defensive, humble but not timid.

Her characters are deeply flawed, but hopeful. Their lives are messy and their faith wavering, but instead of trying to teach us some lesson through their mistakes or doubts, she just lets us watch them, and listen to them, and feel with them. And since to talk about Gilead too much might be to ruin its subtlety, I will just share some of my favorite quotes 🙂

“‘For preservation is a creation, and more, it is a continued creation, and a creation every moment.’ [George Herbert]…Again, all any heart has ever said, and just as the word is said the moment is gone, so there is not even any sort of promise in it.

“‘He will wipe the tears from all faces.’ It takes nothing from the loveliness of the verse to say that it is exactly what will be required.”

“This whole town does look like whatever hope becomes after it begins to weary a little, then weary a little more. But hope deferred is still hope. I love this town. I think sometimes of going into the ground here as a last wild gesture of love–I too will smolder away the time until the great and general incandescence.”

P.S. I guess these pictures are the last of my summer… I moved into my new house in LA on Monday, and tennis class starts in 50 minutes 🙂

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Lately

August 20, 2012

Another picture post, because this summer has been more about people and places than words I guess.

This one’s a lot more scattered, and I guess more so I can look back later and remember all the small moments of the summer.

The last few weeks we’ve had family in and out of town, and I’ve taken a couple of trips into Chicago. Christian visited, and we split our time between his house in Lake Geneva and here. (I am saving the Lake Geneva pictures for a post I have been writing in my head about Marilynn Robinson’s Gilead; since I read it there, the two seem to go together in my mind.) And summer isn’t over yet… Lauren and Ian just got into town last night!

 

my Aunt Annette took mom, Kate and I to this diner on Historic Route 66…Kate and I split chicken, corn fritters, and pretzel bread sticks and it was delicious.

inside Dell Rhea’s.

Family dinner at Buca di Beppo downtown.

It was dark and hard to take pictures, but we had a blast.

Christian and I before heading to Irving Park for his housemate’s wedding.

I loved the table settings at the wedding!

Later in the week, Christian and I went to Chinatown! One of us may have found all the trinkets and colors more fascinating than the other…

a mural in Chinatown.

Then we walked along the river, which, oddly enough, I don’t think I’ve ever done!

 

This is from my last day of cleaning for Wheaton College. After scraping off gum from the underbellies of desks at the Billy Graham Center, we celebrated with a visit to the heaven room.

On Saturday night my parents and I went to the all night flea market! I usually have already left for California by the time it rolls around, so I was excited to make it this year.

Fleaing.

We didn’t go home with any treasures, but funnel cake and potato chips were enough for me.

aaand one of Crickett for good measure. I love my bed buddy.